Post by sera on Jan 18, 2011 19:49:35 GMT -5
"The world ended... Didn't you get the memo?"
- Amy
- Amy
Your Name: M
How many years roleplaying?: Since 1993 online
"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:Seraphina Laurel Arceneaux
Age: 26
Hometown: Rayne, LA
Current Location: Baton Rouge PD Station - Dispatch room.
Bio:
She grew up in a tiny little town called Rayne. A one traffic-light kinda town. Most of the girls were tomboys till they hit their teens, many remained so on various sports teams. Sera was no different. Softball, basketball, soccer, track, she was a very active gal, athletic. She earned a scholarship to Tulane in basketball and attended school there, getting a part time job off campus as a police dispatcher.
It was a rush, the urgency of the calls, the action, the excitement! Going from 0 to 160 in a heartbeat as things would happen, the adrenaline dump. She was hooked.
She finished college, a major in police administration, and took a job full time with the Baton Rouge Police Department as a 911 dispatcher. It wasn't what she wanted, a career as a police officer, but it got her foot in the door of the Old Boy's School type policing. There were only two female officers on the whole force. They weren't big on putting women in that position. So she set about earning the respect she could for her intelligence and grace under pressure in the radio room, learning everything she could about it. Fast and cool in situations where shots fired or officer down situations happened, when high speed chases broke out. She always sent her boys home in one piece and she was proud of that.
She hung out with some of the officers, went with them on ride alongs, to the shooting range to practice, even went through hand to hand refresher's with them as well as Taser training, riding the lightening with all the rest and earning their respect. She was seen as more a little sister than just another faceless voice on the other end of the radio.
And then it all crashed around her. The world went to hell in a handbasket. The dead started to rise. Religious groups had a field day and it was non-stop in the radio room. Horrors after horrors breaking out. Vigilante groups were taking to the streets. One of her officers was bitten and he was shot by the vigilante groups. People were calling in desperate, seeking help from the one source that is supposed to protect them, the police. It was overwhelming.
Eventually other co-workers snapped or left, to get to their own families, leaving her alone to run it all and nearly causing her a nervous breakdown. The radio room was the most heavily reinforced in the precinct, the security required for the room by the FBI for the NCIC computers requiring it. She was safe inside those four walls, had a fridge with food, a soda machine, a bathroom and nothing else. Steel and kevlar reinforced walls, no windows, cameras around town fed into monitors inside the room as well as cameras around the precinct.
She saw when the building was breached. Saw the undead as they attacked her officers and the few staff that remained, heard the screams and panic on the radios, the phone ringing off the walls. They'd shut down most of the station, the holding cells were breached, over ran. One of the officers shut down the area, sealing it off. She saw as the inmates were attacked, devoured until in her anguish and fear she kicked the monitor and busted it, leaving it smoking.
And after a while there was nothing but...silence....
She stayed in that room for days and days, living off what she could, breaking into the pop machine and getting drinks, eating and drinking what was left in the fridge, raiding lockers to find things. But she knew she needed to get out.. to arm herself, protect herself. Get out. The monitors showed the walking dead all over the station, even outside the doors of dispatch, dead officers back to life mindless and staggering. Looking up she knew.. there was only one way to get through safely, the vents, the ducts, the ceilings.
Likes:
Order
chocolate
animals
classic rock
Mt. Dew
star gazing
swimming
Dislikes:
Zombies (obviously)
small spaces
darkness
peas
loud mouth punks
chaos
being cornered
Strengths:
Athletic
Quick wit
smart
firearms trained
police tactics
communications (radios, electronics, etc)
computer savvy
hand to hand trained
fast
Weaknesses:
Claustrophobic
Fear of the Dark
Fear of imprisonment or being trapped
small stature
soft hearted
somewhat trusting
Anything Else?
Apping with Quinn as a co-app
Roleplay Sample:
From another place I play on, not this character.
She paced the floor of her gilded cage restlessly, her thoughts on the nightmare that had woken her fresh on her mind. The images of pain and torture, seeing her beloved husband scream in rage and pain as the hot blade was pressed to his chest and other areas of his body having left her in a cold sweat. Was it her own fears? Was a it a foretelling?
She played the complacent, pleasant prisoner during her days here. Placid in demeanor, softly spoken. But her thoughts never strayed from figuring out a way to escape, how to get back to those she loved..how to return to Caleb's arms once more. Sure she was not a Nobel Prize contender but she was smart enough to know that this was not the work that she was meant to do when she'd been given these gifts.
It was the one thing that Raphael could not rob her of that he seemed so skilled at robbing the people of this city of, freedom of will and thought. She put on a pretty face for him but she kept her mind to herself, closely guarded.
Stopping before the wall of windows that made up her suite she looked out over the City of Angels and at the lights below. Hardly any movement stirred this time of night, not with the curfew, but there were still patrols that wandered the city, looking for any that might be stepping outside those carefully drawn lines that the angels had imposed. On the surface it looked to be paradise on earth but she knew better. She knew that some of those that were brought to her to heal were the result of torture to help 'enlighten' them to see the truth of the New Way.She'd even seen him break other angels.
There had to be a way to stop him and she would find it. Somehow. Some way.
She played the complacent, pleasant prisoner during her days here. Placid in demeanor, softly spoken. But her thoughts never strayed from figuring out a way to escape, how to get back to those she loved..how to return to Caleb's arms once more. Sure she was not a Nobel Prize contender but she was smart enough to know that this was not the work that she was meant to do when she'd been given these gifts.
It was the one thing that Raphael could not rob her of that he seemed so skilled at robbing the people of this city of, freedom of will and thought. She put on a pretty face for him but she kept her mind to herself, closely guarded.
Stopping before the wall of windows that made up her suite she looked out over the City of Angels and at the lights below. Hardly any movement stirred this time of night, not with the curfew, but there were still patrols that wandered the city, looking for any that might be stepping outside those carefully drawn lines that the angels had imposed. On the surface it looked to be paradise on earth but she knew better. She knew that some of those that were brought to her to heal were the result of torture to help 'enlighten' them to see the truth of the New Way.She'd even seen him break other angels.
There had to be a way to stop him and she would find it. Somehow. Some way.
