Post by ruby on Jan 5, 2011 1:12:49 GMT -5
"The world ended... Didn't you get the memo?"
- Amy
- Amy
Your Name: Amy, but call me Ruby if ya like. (:
How many years roleplaying?: Four
"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: Ruby Valentina Morgan
Age: Twenty Four
Hometown: Manhattan, New York
Current Location: Manhattan, New York, soon to be Nomadic
Bio: Ruby Valentina Morgan was born on October the fourth in downtown Manhattan to her parents Richard Jerome Morgan and Georgia Marcia Morgan (nee Cross). Ruby's childhood was fairly simplistic; from an early age her parents taught her that she had to work for the things she most desired. Her parents also instilled their own strong wills into their daughter; if there's one thing for sure, Ruby will recklessly do what she thinks is right and no one, no matter who they are, will get in the girl's way.
Ruby's schooling was a little rocky. Just before she started school, her mother chose to home school her daughter. As Georgia had previously been a school teacher before moving to Manhattan with her husband, it was easy for her to teach Ruby the way she wanted her daughter to be taught, as well as ensuring she could fill her daughter's head to the brim with everything she would need to know to survive the crazy world outside.
It wasn't until high school that Ruby actual got to mingle with people of her own age. Far from being the shy 'homeschooled' girl everyone expected her to be, Ruby blossomed. She went a little wild at first with the freedom granted to her and got involved with some not so nice people, but managed to rein herself in (mostly, anyway) by her Senior year. Sure, she still frequented parties, and got into her substances, but Ruby was in control of her life and neither of her parents were going to stop her from doing what she wanted to do.
Just out of high school, while Ruby was preparing to leave New York for California, her father suffered a cardiac arrest and later died. It was no secret he was unhealthy; years of working behind a desk had left him with a beer gut and an unhealthy diet. Even so, the two women in his life were incredibly upset. Ruby had never seen her mother fall apart like that, and to this day the memories of seeing Georgia Morgan, once a strong and proud woman, fall to pieces still haunt her head. At her father's funeral, Ruby vowed to never leave her mother's side again.
Which is how Ruby, who had expected to move across the country, found herself waiting tables in a Manhattan diner. Slowly she watched the grief consume her mother, until Georgia Morgan was little more than a ghost of her former self. ruby was helpless, and eventually her mother allowed herself to pass away. Ruby was devastated. So much, in fact, that she refused to move out of their home until she absolutely had to.
When the outbreak hit, Ruby knew exactly what she had to do. Her father kept a hunting rifle in his drawing room and, equipped with the gun, rations and whatever else she could carry, Ruby is in hiding, searching for fellow survivors and trying to ensure her own survival.
Likes:
- Reading - she understands its importance in society as well as being informative
- Talking - Ruby's a very bubbly personality and is more likely to talk zombies to death than shoot them. Figuratively, of course.
- The rain - she's always liked it. No particular reason really, except for the clean smell it leaves afterwards.
- Dancing - her mother always insisted she take lessons, and to her surprise, Ruby actually enjoyed it.
- Wine - her parents love for the alcoholic beverage rubbed off on their daughter. Or that's what Ruby claims, anyway.
Dislikes:
- Snow - it's cold, it's mushy and it's a mission to have to trudge through.
- Spiders - Rubes is normally okay when it comes to bugs, but spiders? She can't handle them at all.
- Make up - Is there any real reason for it these days? To look good for the zombies?
- People who complain too much - They should really just get stuck in and do whatever it is they have to do.
- Conflict between others - Despite being so strong willed and clashing with many people, Ruby doesn't like it. She'd rather just do her own thing than get involved in the squabbles of others.
Strengths:
- Strong willed
- Brave
- Willing to do what she has to
- Protective
- Kind
Weaknesses:
- Stubborn
- Likely to argue
- Impulsive
- Reckless
- Gets frustrated when things don't go her way
Anything Else? Nope. (:
Roleplay Sample:
For the first time in what seemed like years, Malfoy Manor was quiet. No screaming Bellatrix, ranting and raving at her incompetent fellow Death Eaters. No Wormtail pleading with the Dark Lord. The mere sight of that pathetic excuse for a Death Eater made Cissy's skin crawl; who in their right mind would spend thirteen years as a rat? But, Narcissa supposed, no one really was in their right mind these days. Sometimes, not very often, mind you, Cissy thought she was losing it too. With worrying about her husband and son, as well as the trouble housing more than a dozen Death Eaters caused, Narcissa knew she was very near her breaking point. Not that she'd let anyone know. The reason for this being that no one would care what she, the mere housewife of Lucius Malfoy would think. It was Cissy's place to be seen, and not heard.
Even so, the silence that presented itself in the Malfoy's Wiltshire home was a little disturbing. Like the calm before the storm, Cissy remembered her mother saying throughout her childhood. Narcissa wasn't exactly aware of where everyone had gone, but she couldn't help but feel a little happiness along with her apprehension. More than once, the Dark Lord had stormed back into the Manor in the middle of the night, disappointed that his plans had failed once again. Well, disappointed was a bit of an understatement. But there weren't any other words that Narcissa felt could describe the rages he returned in. And, once he had returned, he insisted on torturing those who had failed him, destroying her home in the process. So Narcissa was taking this opportunity to clean up as much as possible. Sure, it would be messy again by the end of the night, but Cissy felt like she had to do something. And cleaning up the mess in the Dining Hall where the Death Eaters had feasted moments before embarking on their trip seemed like a good place to start.
Cissy wasn't aware of who had gone with the Dark Lord. She had zoned out a little after hearing her husband would be accompanying the Dark Lord, along with her older sister, Bellatrix. She was immensely thankful that her son, Draco, had not been invited along, and assumed, with the lack of commotion in her home, that most of the other Death Eaters had also left. Narcissa didn't know where Draco was, but he was home; he was safe, for the time being, and Narcissa was relieved. She hated to think that her son could be in any danger. Her anxiety for Lucius however, was easily pushed to the back of her mind as Cissy cleaned dish after dish with simple waves of her wand. She had perfected household spells years ago, and now, they were little more than instinct.
She sat at the table, stacking the clean plates with her wand, ready to be put away once they were all clean. Narcissa would have to remember to actually put them away in one of the many cupboards; Bellatrix had managed to find Cissy's finest china for tonight's meal. Which would have been fine if they were in other company, but as Death Eaters had a rowdy streak, Cissy had watched in helpless horror as three plates had been broken right before her eyes. She had already tried to fix the broken plates but without much luck; they were still chipped. Upon observing her plates in such a sorry state, she had hurled them into the rubbish to dispose of in the morning. If there was anything Narcissa couldn't stand, it was things not being as perfect as possible.
The echo of footsteps met Cissy's ear just as she was cleaning and stacking the last few plates and she very nearly dropped the plate she was levitating through the air. She cursed her lack of concentration and just managed to save the plate from meeting the same fate as three of it's friends. It was far too early for the Death Eaters to have returned, but Cissy couldn't help but feel a little fearful. Whoever was approaching would no doubt be another of those scumbags the Dark Lord had been hiring recently. The thought sent a cold shiver down Cissy's spine as she resumed her cleaning. Perhaps they'd allow her to clean in silence, like the dutiful housewife she was.
