Post by seravee on May 19, 2009 23:10:37 GMT -5
C H A R C T E R I N F O
Name: Courtney H. Koch
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Bio: Courtney grew up in a moderately privileged life. Moderate compared to her friends that was. She grew up in a hell hole of a suburb surrounding Detroit. The only way to get by was by 'joining' a gang. Doing so was both the worst, and best move of her life. She got a family, she got friends, protection, better clothes, and eventually a nice little Jeep Grand Cherokee. Then again, she was used. Smuggling drugs from Canada, car jacking, almost anything they could use small hands or a pretty face for. It was almost worth it too. Until Jacque, the gang leader, decided that they needed a better income. Thats when the prostitution came in. That was the tipping point. Courtney had only been 15 at the time, she hadn't been a virgin, but that didn't matter. She said no. And regretted it. Her car was stolen, her house robbed, her sister kidnapped, beaten and raped... She finally caved, just as the zombies showed up. By then, it didn't matter. It was every man woman and child for him or herself.
Role Play Post Example:
Short shorts, tube-top, pipe wrench and a Glock. Yeah, she looked like a badass. Now if only she had felt the way she looked. Courtney looked down at her torn tattered and dirty black fishnet stocking, at her mussed shots and nearly none existent tube-top. She needed some new clothes. Sure, it looked 'badass', but 'badass' wasn't very functional.
She hopped down from the car she had been standing on. Holstering her gun, She took off at a jog down the car strewn street. A crow cawed in the background. Apparently birds were immune to the infection. To bad we people aren't.
A sick munching reached Courtney's ears as she rounded the block. She froze, every muscle tensed and ready. Two, no, three driveways ahead of her a hulking form was crouched over something, feeding its face.
Ohshit. Oh shit. Oh.... shit.
She took a hesitant step backward.
crack
"Oh. Fuck."
The cannibal whipped around, a small arm still hanging from its mouth. "Hungry." The word was twisted and mauled, but it was still understandable.
"No, no your not." Courtney whispered under her breath, slowly she unholstered her Glock. Raising the light weapon, she took careful aim, lining up the sites, slowly pulling back the trigger the braced for the recoil.
blam
The Cannibal reeled back, flesh spraying from its head. It righted its neck and growled.
Courtney ran.
Name: Courtney H. Koch
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Bio: Courtney grew up in a moderately privileged life. Moderate compared to her friends that was. She grew up in a hell hole of a suburb surrounding Detroit. The only way to get by was by 'joining' a gang. Doing so was both the worst, and best move of her life. She got a family, she got friends, protection, better clothes, and eventually a nice little Jeep Grand Cherokee. Then again, she was used. Smuggling drugs from Canada, car jacking, almost anything they could use small hands or a pretty face for. It was almost worth it too. Until Jacque, the gang leader, decided that they needed a better income. Thats when the prostitution came in. That was the tipping point. Courtney had only been 15 at the time, she hadn't been a virgin, but that didn't matter. She said no. And regretted it. Her car was stolen, her house robbed, her sister kidnapped, beaten and raped... She finally caved, just as the zombies showed up. By then, it didn't matter. It was every man woman and child for him or herself.
Role Play Post Example:
Short shorts, tube-top, pipe wrench and a Glock. Yeah, she looked like a badass. Now if only she had felt the way she looked. Courtney looked down at her torn tattered and dirty black fishnet stocking, at her mussed shots and nearly none existent tube-top. She needed some new clothes. Sure, it looked 'badass', but 'badass' wasn't very functional.
She hopped down from the car she had been standing on. Holstering her gun, She took off at a jog down the car strewn street. A crow cawed in the background. Apparently birds were immune to the infection. To bad we people aren't.
A sick munching reached Courtney's ears as she rounded the block. She froze, every muscle tensed and ready. Two, no, three driveways ahead of her a hulking form was crouched over something, feeding its face.
Ohshit. Oh shit. Oh.... shit.
She took a hesitant step backward.
crack
"Oh. Fuck."
The cannibal whipped around, a small arm still hanging from its mouth. "Hungry." The word was twisted and mauled, but it was still understandable.
"No, no your not." Courtney whispered under her breath, slowly she unholstered her Glock. Raising the light weapon, she took careful aim, lining up the sites, slowly pulling back the trigger the braced for the recoil.
blam
The Cannibal reeled back, flesh spraying from its head. It righted its neck and growled.
Courtney ran.
