Post by luvmeeluvmenot on Jun 22, 2013 20:08:43 GMT -5
OOC Name: luvmeeluvmenot
OOC Gender: Female
IC Name: Livona Jewel
Character Model:
(random blue eyed black haired female)
Age: 25
Sex:F
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Greyish Blue
Height: 5.6
Weight: 140lbs.
Weapons: Older model 9mm with clip inserted, (1) 9mm spare clip, (1) 6" stainless Steel hunting knife with a wooden handle that has duct tape around the wooden handle, an old rusted axe with a slightly rotted wood handle.
Special Survival Skills: Medically trained as a nurse, so has basic medical training including CPR, IV insertion, knowledge of basic pharmacology, wound care, setting broken bones, and basic first aid.
Quirks: Was diagnosed bi-polar and has been off medicine ever since the outbreak. Sometimes she suffers to keep it together, in these tough times. Her emotions can often get the best of her.
Short Biography:
Raised in a small town. My father died when I was just 10 years old. Oddly enough, he was succumbed by influenza. My mother worked hard to raise me and my sister, who was just 3 years younger than me. Shortly after graduating high school I headed off to college where I obtained a nursing degree. I began working as a nurse in the local hospital. I continued to reside with my mother and sister and help take care of the bills. I didn't have much of a social life as I often worked 14 hour shifts every other day. For nearly 6 years I worked as a nurse and even began substitute teaching at the nursing school. I was just 24 when the zombie apocalypse broke out. I was working as a nurse in the hospital just a short drive from my house. We started to see more and more of "the rage" throughout my short career. When I first noticed the victims infected with the virus, I had a bad feeling that there was more to it, than met the eye. I was right. My sister was the first in my family to become infected. My mother insistent on keeping her alive and tied up, despite my constant urging to kill her, that she was gone. While out looking for food, my sister broke free from her chains, or perhaps my mother in a moment of weakness let her loose. Either way, I came home to not only a loose infected sister, but my mother as well. It was that day, I put a bullet between what was left of my family's eyes. From there, I knew it wasn't safe to stay in town. The streets were becoming polluted with the undead. I filled the tank of my Ninja 250 Motorcycle up, and head out of town, staying off the main roads as much as I could.
Along the way I encountered masses of dead, but avoided them if at all possible to avoid wasting precious bullets on them. I stopped along the way and siphoned gas out of abandoned cars, to fuel my bike hundreds of miles from my home town, stopping in abandoned homes and stores to rest and eat what food I could find. After my bike gave out, I trekked the rest of the way by foot, unknown of who I may meet or what I may run into.
OOC Gender: Female
IC Name: Livona Jewel
Character Model:
(random blue eyed black haired female)Age: 25
Sex:F
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Greyish Blue
Height: 5.6
Weight: 140lbs.
Weapons: Older model 9mm with clip inserted, (1) 9mm spare clip, (1) 6" stainless Steel hunting knife with a wooden handle that has duct tape around the wooden handle, an old rusted axe with a slightly rotted wood handle.
Special Survival Skills: Medically trained as a nurse, so has basic medical training including CPR, IV insertion, knowledge of basic pharmacology, wound care, setting broken bones, and basic first aid.
Quirks: Was diagnosed bi-polar and has been off medicine ever since the outbreak. Sometimes she suffers to keep it together, in these tough times. Her emotions can often get the best of her.
Short Biography:
Raised in a small town. My father died when I was just 10 years old. Oddly enough, he was succumbed by influenza. My mother worked hard to raise me and my sister, who was just 3 years younger than me. Shortly after graduating high school I headed off to college where I obtained a nursing degree. I began working as a nurse in the local hospital. I continued to reside with my mother and sister and help take care of the bills. I didn't have much of a social life as I often worked 14 hour shifts every other day. For nearly 6 years I worked as a nurse and even began substitute teaching at the nursing school. I was just 24 when the zombie apocalypse broke out. I was working as a nurse in the hospital just a short drive from my house. We started to see more and more of "the rage" throughout my short career. When I first noticed the victims infected with the virus, I had a bad feeling that there was more to it, than met the eye. I was right. My sister was the first in my family to become infected. My mother insistent on keeping her alive and tied up, despite my constant urging to kill her, that she was gone. While out looking for food, my sister broke free from her chains, or perhaps my mother in a moment of weakness let her loose. Either way, I came home to not only a loose infected sister, but my mother as well. It was that day, I put a bullet between what was left of my family's eyes. From there, I knew it wasn't safe to stay in town. The streets were becoming polluted with the undead. I filled the tank of my Ninja 250 Motorcycle up, and head out of town, staying off the main roads as much as I could.
Along the way I encountered masses of dead, but avoided them if at all possible to avoid wasting precious bullets on them. I stopped along the way and siphoned gas out of abandoned cars, to fuel my bike hundreds of miles from my home town, stopping in abandoned homes and stores to rest and eat what food I could find. After my bike gave out, I trekked the rest of the way by foot, unknown of who I may meet or what I may run into.
