Post by Sophie on Jan 10, 2014 20:11:18 GMT -5
OOC Name: Grumpy Kat
OOC Gender: Female
IC Name: Lt. Cmd. Abigail “Abby” Gibbs, M.D.
Character Model: Pauley Perrette
Age: 35
Sex: Female
Hair: Black
Eyes: Hazel or green, depending on the light
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 108 lbs
Weapons: What good do guns do when there aren’t any bullets for them? Though, they make really nice clubs, especially with the blade in the end. A ‘liberated’ poker with three scalpels taped to it.
Special Survival Skills: Fully trained Naval officer.
Quirks: White food is bland and boring and bad for you – in other words, she avoids it.
Short Biography:
Abigail came from a long line of Naval service. However, being the only child, her father thought that the unbroken line from the Revolutionary War would end. She turned out to be quite the surprise. That surprise started with an appointment to Annapolis followed by a tenure at the Uniformed Services University of the Health Sciences. Much to her chagrin, Navy doctors didn’t head straight off to residency so she willingly completed first, her internship, and then a two year stint as a general medical officer. It paid off though, and she moved smoothly from USPACFLT to Bethesda gaining a coveted spot in their Emergency Medicine program. Applying herself, as she always did, Abigail found herself up to her ass in alligators as Chief Resident when the dead rose.
But she never saw them rise as she’d never woken up that morning. Instead, she woke a week later, in a holding cell somewhere. They were insane, talking about super armies and genetically modified soldiers. For weeks on end they tried to talk their way through her walls. Something smelled about like fish left out in the sun for too long and Abby just didn’t buy it. They stepped up the persuasion, and at night, she realized that the cell next door held a familiar voice, or at least face.
The skies lit up like Bagdad’s younger uglier sister, and the cell block sustained significant damage. Once that door was down, she wriggled through the hole, helped her neighbor and three others out, because, Pain in the Ass or unknown, she'd never left anyone behind.
Using a stolen jeep, they fled into Pennsylvania and then dropped the car and walked. And walked. And walked some more. More than once Abigail wondered if she’d’ve been better off if she’d gone Army.
Eventually, they found people. Lots of people in a state park. They’d done amazing things and it felt safe. Was safe with patrols and guards and food. No medical though and the qunitet was pulled right on in with open arms. Even saw a traveler through there that talked about a safe haven back east. However, all good things must come to an end though. And that ending came in the form of a baby mobile. It seemed innocuous enough, offering pre-natal care. And Abby would have agreed, but she recognized the face of the woman running that crew. The bitch been one of the ones trying to ‘convince’ her to agree with the NWO and join the ranks of the few, the proud, the Zulu.
That night, they all snuck out and went on the run. And have been on the run ever since. Though, around about Pennsylvania, they lost their pursuers. Rather, they buried them took the souped up little ‘baby mobile’.
When the damned freeze hit, they’d gotten as far as Georgetown, Maryland. Holing up in some little mom and pop café that still had vats full of oil which burned just fine. Once it started to warm up, with a hope and a prayer, they headed toward that crossing. And prayed that it hadn’t been overrun.
OOC Gender: Female
IC Name: Lt. Cmd. Abigail “Abby” Gibbs, M.D.
Character Model: Pauley Perrette
Age: 35
Sex: Female
Hair: Black
Eyes: Hazel or green, depending on the light
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 108 lbs
Weapons: What good do guns do when there aren’t any bullets for them? Though, they make really nice clubs, especially with the blade in the end. A ‘liberated’ poker with three scalpels taped to it.
Special Survival Skills: Fully trained Naval officer.
Quirks: White food is bland and boring and bad for you – in other words, she avoids it.
Short Biography:
Abigail came from a long line of Naval service. However, being the only child, her father thought that the unbroken line from the Revolutionary War would end. She turned out to be quite the surprise. That surprise started with an appointment to Annapolis followed by a tenure at the Uniformed Services University of the Health Sciences. Much to her chagrin, Navy doctors didn’t head straight off to residency so she willingly completed first, her internship, and then a two year stint as a general medical officer. It paid off though, and she moved smoothly from USPACFLT to Bethesda gaining a coveted spot in their Emergency Medicine program. Applying herself, as she always did, Abigail found herself up to her ass in alligators as Chief Resident when the dead rose.
But she never saw them rise as she’d never woken up that morning. Instead, she woke a week later, in a holding cell somewhere. They were insane, talking about super armies and genetically modified soldiers. For weeks on end they tried to talk their way through her walls. Something smelled about like fish left out in the sun for too long and Abby just didn’t buy it. They stepped up the persuasion, and at night, she realized that the cell next door held a familiar voice, or at least face.
The skies lit up like Bagdad’s younger uglier sister, and the cell block sustained significant damage. Once that door was down, she wriggled through the hole, helped her neighbor and three others out, because, Pain in the Ass or unknown, she'd never left anyone behind.
Using a stolen jeep, they fled into Pennsylvania and then dropped the car and walked. And walked. And walked some more. More than once Abigail wondered if she’d’ve been better off if she’d gone Army.
Eventually, they found people. Lots of people in a state park. They’d done amazing things and it felt safe. Was safe with patrols and guards and food. No medical though and the qunitet was pulled right on in with open arms. Even saw a traveler through there that talked about a safe haven back east. However, all good things must come to an end though. And that ending came in the form of a baby mobile. It seemed innocuous enough, offering pre-natal care. And Abby would have agreed, but she recognized the face of the woman running that crew. The bitch been one of the ones trying to ‘convince’ her to agree with the NWO and join the ranks of the few, the proud, the Zulu.
That night, they all snuck out and went on the run. And have been on the run ever since. Though, around about Pennsylvania, they lost their pursuers. Rather, they buried them took the souped up little ‘baby mobile’.
When the damned freeze hit, they’d gotten as far as Georgetown, Maryland. Holing up in some little mom and pop café that still had vats full of oil which burned just fine. Once it started to warm up, with a hope and a prayer, they headed toward that crossing. And prayed that it hadn’t been overrun.
