Post by karmageddon on May 23, 2013 18:48:18 GMT -5
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á Thread Started on Jul 30, 2011, 2:33pm â
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Character Sheet Template:
OOC Name: Karmageddon
OOC Gender: Female
IC Name: Cree Shannon
Character Model: Ronda Rousey
Age: early to mid twenties
Sex: Female
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 135lbs
Weapons: Knives, lots and lots of knives, just about anything with a blade. Bows and Arrows(homemade) and a short-handled axe. She carries a hodgepodge of camping tools, things that might be used as weapons, but that aren't their main purpose. I suppose, her dog, Heinz could be considered a weapon.
Special Survival Skills: She was almost a top female MMA fighter for the UFC, but the world went to hell *g* before that officially happened. She knows how to live off the land; hunting, fishing, setting traps, purifying water and knows how to make her own weapons. She climb a rockface with at least half her body weight strapped to her back and she can ride a horse bareback.
Quirks: Cree doesn't like to be touched. Hugs, kisses, affection of any kind make her uncomfortable. She has mega-trust issues. She's claustrophobic and Cheimatophobic (fear of being cold) and she would do just about anything for a green M&M.
Short Biography: Cree grew up on the streets. Her mother, Gina, carted her around from town to town, city to city, finally winding up in Denver, Colorado when she was about 10yrs old. The goal was California but they never made it. Cree's mother was an addict that sold her body to anyone who'd take it in order to feed her addiction to crack-cocaine. When they arrived in Denver, crack was hard to come by, but heroin was cheaper and easier to get. Gina Shannon died one wintry night and it was Cree who, of course, found her cold, dead body. Offically, her mother had died of a heroin overdose, to this day Cree still believes she froze to death, because she remembers how cold it was that night. Someone reported hearing a child crying in one of the few abandoned buildings in an industrial district that was slowly being converted to residential. A few of Denver's finest searched the abandoned building and found Cree, cold scared and alone, holding her dead mother's hand. From there, Cree went into the fostercare system and bounced around from "family" to "family" with the usual horror stories that were often heard on CNN or some sorry-ass Lifetime movie, Cree's story never made it to television. The reruns only play in her nightmares and she never talks about what happened to her, what made her run away when she was only 16 and go back to living on the streets. At 16, she knew how to survive and how to stay out of the system. She used to sneak into a gym and watch the men, and a few women, fight in the ring. The way they could move and the things they could do fascinated her. In one of the very few times when anyone ever lent a helping hand, the manager of the gym caught sight of Cree up in the rafters one day. Rather than kick her out, he offered to let her stay there and gave her a job in return for room and board. She started out just moping floors or scrubbing the showers, washing towels and anything else he could think for her to do. Eventually, he started teaching her how to fight and she discovered a talent she hadn't know she had. It wasn't easy coming up in the women's circuit of Mixed Martial Arts, some of the places she'd fought in made that abandoned building back in Denver seem downright cozy. She had an uncanny instinct when it came to protecting herself, studying her opponents, calculating when and how and where they'd strike at her. As she started winning more and more fights, and the buzz about the UFC officially accepting female fighters began to grow, Cree caught the eye of a sports agent named Milton Horowitz. She signed with him as her agent and her popularity in the sport began to grow by leaps and bounds. She was on the verge of stardom, just beginning to reap some major purses for her fights, getting ready to go on tour when she felt the need to visit the one place her mother had ever talked to her about; Tennessee. As far as she knew, that's where she and her mother were from and she wanted to see those mountains while she was still a nobody, because according to Milton her face was going to go global. She went by herself and kept up with her training, running and conditioning all the while along the trails of the utilitarian cabin that she'd rented for her "vacation". One day, running along one of those mountain trails, Cree jumped over a log and the next thing she knew she was tumbling ass over tea kettle down the steep slope and the lights went out. When she came to, an grizzled-looking elderly man was bending over her, checking the bump on her head. He never told her his name, so she just wound up calling him Old Man. While she was still recuperating from her injuries, the world started to fall apart and Old Man learned more and more on his "scouting" trips down the mountain. When she was healed enough to stand upright, her real training began. Over the next three years that hermit taught her everything he knew and made her prove over and over again that she knew it. Everything from how to ride a horse bareback to how to tan the hides of the game they caught and killed to make leather. She learned how to thread a needle and how to thread feathers on an arrow and which plants along the waterways and which weeds out in the meadows were edible. He taught her how to climb a mountain barehanded and then, how to climb it again carrying as much as over half her own weight. As those three years came to an end, Old Man knew his time was coming to an end as well. He made her promise not to stay after he'd gone, made her promise to go out into the world and keep living, because survival was all that mattered. He told her that the first attempts to re-civilize the States would likely start near the Atlantic Ocean. He'd also told her to try Delaware first, because Delaware had been the first state. That was Old Man's logic and Cree paid heed to his words. A week after he'd walked off into the woods, presumably to die, Cree began her journey toward Delaware, first along the Appalachian Trail and then following the Susquehanna River. Over a week would pass before she spied the faint, flickering lights of Seaford, almost two weeks will go by before she arrives, that is..if she survives the journey..
á Thread Started on Jul 30, 2011, 2:33pm â
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Character Sheet Template:
OOC Name: Karmageddon
OOC Gender: Female
IC Name: Cree Shannon
Character Model: Ronda Rousey
Age: early to mid twenties
Sex: Female
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 135lbs
Weapons: Knives, lots and lots of knives, just about anything with a blade. Bows and Arrows(homemade) and a short-handled axe. She carries a hodgepodge of camping tools, things that might be used as weapons, but that aren't their main purpose. I suppose, her dog, Heinz could be considered a weapon.
Special Survival Skills: She was almost a top female MMA fighter for the UFC, but the world went to hell *g* before that officially happened. She knows how to live off the land; hunting, fishing, setting traps, purifying water and knows how to make her own weapons. She climb a rockface with at least half her body weight strapped to her back and she can ride a horse bareback.
Quirks: Cree doesn't like to be touched. Hugs, kisses, affection of any kind make her uncomfortable. She has mega-trust issues. She's claustrophobic and Cheimatophobic (fear of being cold) and she would do just about anything for a green M&M.
Short Biography: Cree grew up on the streets. Her mother, Gina, carted her around from town to town, city to city, finally winding up in Denver, Colorado when she was about 10yrs old. The goal was California but they never made it. Cree's mother was an addict that sold her body to anyone who'd take it in order to feed her addiction to crack-cocaine. When they arrived in Denver, crack was hard to come by, but heroin was cheaper and easier to get. Gina Shannon died one wintry night and it was Cree who, of course, found her cold, dead body. Offically, her mother had died of a heroin overdose, to this day Cree still believes she froze to death, because she remembers how cold it was that night. Someone reported hearing a child crying in one of the few abandoned buildings in an industrial district that was slowly being converted to residential. A few of Denver's finest searched the abandoned building and found Cree, cold scared and alone, holding her dead mother's hand. From there, Cree went into the fostercare system and bounced around from "family" to "family" with the usual horror stories that were often heard on CNN or some sorry-ass Lifetime movie, Cree's story never made it to television. The reruns only play in her nightmares and she never talks about what happened to her, what made her run away when she was only 16 and go back to living on the streets. At 16, she knew how to survive and how to stay out of the system. She used to sneak into a gym and watch the men, and a few women, fight in the ring. The way they could move and the things they could do fascinated her. In one of the very few times when anyone ever lent a helping hand, the manager of the gym caught sight of Cree up in the rafters one day. Rather than kick her out, he offered to let her stay there and gave her a job in return for room and board. She started out just moping floors or scrubbing the showers, washing towels and anything else he could think for her to do. Eventually, he started teaching her how to fight and she discovered a talent she hadn't know she had. It wasn't easy coming up in the women's circuit of Mixed Martial Arts, some of the places she'd fought in made that abandoned building back in Denver seem downright cozy. She had an uncanny instinct when it came to protecting herself, studying her opponents, calculating when and how and where they'd strike at her. As she started winning more and more fights, and the buzz about the UFC officially accepting female fighters began to grow, Cree caught the eye of a sports agent named Milton Horowitz. She signed with him as her agent and her popularity in the sport began to grow by leaps and bounds. She was on the verge of stardom, just beginning to reap some major purses for her fights, getting ready to go on tour when she felt the need to visit the one place her mother had ever talked to her about; Tennessee. As far as she knew, that's where she and her mother were from and she wanted to see those mountains while she was still a nobody, because according to Milton her face was going to go global. She went by herself and kept up with her training, running and conditioning all the while along the trails of the utilitarian cabin that she'd rented for her "vacation". One day, running along one of those mountain trails, Cree jumped over a log and the next thing she knew she was tumbling ass over tea kettle down the steep slope and the lights went out. When she came to, an grizzled-looking elderly man was bending over her, checking the bump on her head. He never told her his name, so she just wound up calling him Old Man. While she was still recuperating from her injuries, the world started to fall apart and Old Man learned more and more on his "scouting" trips down the mountain. When she was healed enough to stand upright, her real training began. Over the next three years that hermit taught her everything he knew and made her prove over and over again that she knew it. Everything from how to ride a horse bareback to how to tan the hides of the game they caught and killed to make leather. She learned how to thread a needle and how to thread feathers on an arrow and which plants along the waterways and which weeds out in the meadows were edible. He taught her how to climb a mountain barehanded and then, how to climb it again carrying as much as over half her own weight. As those three years came to an end, Old Man knew his time was coming to an end as well. He made her promise not to stay after he'd gone, made her promise to go out into the world and keep living, because survival was all that mattered. He told her that the first attempts to re-civilize the States would likely start near the Atlantic Ocean. He'd also told her to try Delaware first, because Delaware had been the first state. That was Old Man's logic and Cree paid heed to his words. A week after he'd walked off into the woods, presumably to die, Cree began her journey toward Delaware, first along the Appalachian Trail and then following the Susquehanna River. Over a week would pass before she spied the faint, flickering lights of Seaford, almost two weeks will go by before she arrives, that is..if she survives the journey..
