Post by rebecca on Dec 16, 2010 10:09:05 GMT -5
"The world ended... Didn't you get the memo?"
- Amy
- Amy
Your Name: Rebecca
How many years roleplaying?: Too many!
"You don't know what it's like out there. You may think you do but you don't. It's only a matter of time."
- Rick Grimes[/center]
Character Name: Rebecca Wolfe
Age: 28
Hometown: New York City, New York
Current Location: New York
Bio:
As a child Rebecca grew up in a poor but characteristic family. Her father had left her mom at a young age and the duo was like partners in crime. Having always been young at heart, Rebecca’s mother was more like a sister to her during the years she grew up. When Rebecca headed out to make her career in the big city she left her mom and step father behind, reluctantly, but kept within close contact of the woman.
Rebecca’s life before the zombie apocalypse hit wasn’t exactly the ideal situation but she had plenty to be proud of. She signed up with the police force as a city cop and held her weight like most of the guys on the force. Her quick wits and ability to intimidate suspects made her a valuable asset to the group, paralleling her obvious lack of concern for following the rules.
The city cop ended up marrying a rich lawyer from a case she was put on and for a while the two were happy. But their quarreling eventually led them to break up after several years. Now the relationship is pure dislike on both sides witch Rebecca finally noticing how very opposite the two were to one another. After the break up Rebecca focused on her job at the force.
Unfortunately for her a certain case cost her a job, a sore subject to her this very day. Officially she was never fired because the day after she’d handed in her badge the apocalypse hit. Rebecca was called back to the force only to find it in pieces. With no way to defend the citizens she grabbed her gun and headed for cover underground. Rebecca has been hiding out ever since, just trying to survive and find a way out of this mess. Her focus is on survival and finding others. Despite the dark events that have overtaken her life, Rebecca’s attitude is refreshingly positive.
Likes: Guns, Working out, Challenges, Meeting New people, Honesty, Hats
Dislikes: Liars, Underachievers, the Zombie Apocalypse, Her Ex Husband, Running out of Ammunition
Strengths: Ambitious, Supportive, Shooting Things, Getting the Job Done
Weaknesses: Her Husband, Children, Following the Rules, Incredibly Realistic at Times
Anything Else? Nope!
Roleplay Sample:
Last time she'd looked at these streets there had been people. Not the kind of people that sat propped up against walls, blood staining their face and clothes, fingernails lined with dirt, but the kind of people that talked, that were alive. Those were the people she missed. How had this happened? Maybe if she'd been there maybe she could have made the difference.
Maybe but probably not.
"LIke heck I will," she yelled to nobody in particular, fingers pulling the trigger of the shotgun at her hip as she made her way down the alley.
The sound reverberated through the busy city loudly and she knew she was provoking the hoards but something about the nothingness of the past days had hit a discord within her heart. Nobody. There had been absolutely nobody and if she was going to die it wasn't going to be because she got stuck in a room with the walkers or she'd been careless crossing the road and counting the bullets in her gun.
Nope. If she was going out she was going out in style and a shotgun to the face constituted as very stylish.
Moans came from the crowd of slow zombies behind her. One of them reminded her of the look her ex husband used to give her when she'd accidentally left the television on and she raised the gun, closing one eye to further her aim. Didn't want to miss that prick, right? Bang. Another one down.
