Post by dapaleone on Nov 28, 2012 23:34:03 GMT -5
OOC Name: Da Pale One
OOC Gender: Female
IC Name: Violence
Character Model: Megan Massacre
Age: 27
Sex: Female
Hair: Black, Brown and Blond [depends on mood sometimes]
Eyes: Hazel
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 125
Distinguishing Marks: Numerous tattoos on her body and several piercings
Weapons: 10lb. roughneck sledgehammer, trench knife, crowbar, two Ruger LCR .357 magnums[http://www.ruger.com/products/lcr/index.html?r=y?ballistics101.com]
2 more cases of 357 ammo
Belongings: [stored in duffle and saddlebags]
-assorted weapons
-2012 XL883N Sportster® Iron 883 to replace the stolen 1974 sportster she had
-army navy surplus duffle bag
-three pairs of jeans
-seven shirts
-two sweaters
-two corsets [one leather one brocade]
-one leather jacket
-one pair gauntlet gloves
-one pair of motorcycle boots
-one pair of combats
-deodorant,
-lighters and smokes
-toothbrush, toothpaste, mouthwash, floss
-shampoo & conditioner
-hand soap
-body wash
-toilet paper
-tattoo gun and case with inks and various piercing supplies
-4 boxes of granola bars
-2 bags of pretzels
-3 cans of tuna
-drink mix
-water bottle
-one battery operated lantern
-sleeping bag
-two cartons of camels
-two gas containers in saddle bags
-tool kit for taking care of bike
Special Survival Skills: some boxing, a rough attitude, a not so bad ability with stolen firearms, basic bike mechanics.
Short Biography:
Violence started out violet in greenwich village new york, she grew up in a normal house hold, started life just like everyone else, but when she hit eighteen she started an apprenticeship with a local tattoo parlor as she excelled in art and just felt like she belonged doing ink work. she did her apprenticeship for three yrs and ended up with a chair at blue voodoo tattoos in the village. she worked mainly military and the biker crowds. when the sickness started, when people started calling in sick to work, when clients started droppin goff she decided to haul ass, her and another artist hopped on their bikes and headed to their family homes to check on them, hers being closer. when they got there they found it deserted, nothing, not even a note. it seemed her family had pretty much left her for dead or something. she left with her belongings and her gear and rode off with david the other artist. his family had packed up and left as well so they started riding. they tried to find their families, making it as far as conneticut and then having to turn back when the military started demanding quarrenteens on those within the cities. it wasnt until the dead really took over that they were able to leave newyork for good. they mainly stuck to the northern states, looking for friends and family, hooking up with other bike groups or straglers, but never staying in one place for too long. that is until they heard about this place in seaford. word of mouth spread pretty good, others had heard of the radio broadcasts from the place, they had even talked to a group of the forsaken and learned of the location as they passed through. so Violence, david and three others in a beat up suburban decided to head for this haven. what theyd find they didnt know. but hell anything had to be better than the slipshod life they were living right now ya know.
OOC Gender: Female
IC Name: Violence
Character Model: Megan Massacre
Age: 27
Sex: Female
Hair: Black, Brown and Blond [depends on mood sometimes]
Eyes: Hazel
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 125
Distinguishing Marks: Numerous tattoos on her body and several piercings
Weapons: 10lb. roughneck sledgehammer, trench knife, crowbar, two Ruger LCR .357 magnums[http://www.ruger.com/products/lcr/index.html?r=y?ballistics101.com]
2 more cases of 357 ammo
Belongings: [stored in duffle and saddlebags]
-assorted weapons
-2012 XL883N Sportster® Iron 883 to replace the stolen 1974 sportster she had
-army navy surplus duffle bag
-three pairs of jeans
-seven shirts
-two sweaters
-two corsets [one leather one brocade]
-one leather jacket
-one pair gauntlet gloves
-one pair of motorcycle boots
-one pair of combats
-deodorant,
-lighters and smokes
-toothbrush, toothpaste, mouthwash, floss
-shampoo & conditioner
-hand soap
-body wash
-toilet paper
-tattoo gun and case with inks and various piercing supplies
-4 boxes of granola bars
-2 bags of pretzels
-3 cans of tuna
-drink mix
-water bottle
-one battery operated lantern
-sleeping bag
-two cartons of camels
-two gas containers in saddle bags
-tool kit for taking care of bike
Special Survival Skills: some boxing, a rough attitude, a not so bad ability with stolen firearms, basic bike mechanics.
Short Biography:
Violence started out violet in greenwich village new york, she grew up in a normal house hold, started life just like everyone else, but when she hit eighteen she started an apprenticeship with a local tattoo parlor as she excelled in art and just felt like she belonged doing ink work. she did her apprenticeship for three yrs and ended up with a chair at blue voodoo tattoos in the village. she worked mainly military and the biker crowds. when the sickness started, when people started calling in sick to work, when clients started droppin goff she decided to haul ass, her and another artist hopped on their bikes and headed to their family homes to check on them, hers being closer. when they got there they found it deserted, nothing, not even a note. it seemed her family had pretty much left her for dead or something. she left with her belongings and her gear and rode off with david the other artist. his family had packed up and left as well so they started riding. they tried to find their families, making it as far as conneticut and then having to turn back when the military started demanding quarrenteens on those within the cities. it wasnt until the dead really took over that they were able to leave newyork for good. they mainly stuck to the northern states, looking for friends and family, hooking up with other bike groups or straglers, but never staying in one place for too long. that is until they heard about this place in seaford. word of mouth spread pretty good, others had heard of the radio broadcasts from the place, they had even talked to a group of the forsaken and learned of the location as they passed through. so Violence, david and three others in a beat up suburban decided to head for this haven. what theyd find they didnt know. but hell anything had to be better than the slipshod life they were living right now ya know.
