Post by Pandora Yvone Creed on Feb 28, 2012 15:56:14 GMT -5
"The world ended... Didn't you get the memo?"
- Amy
- Amy
Your Name: Jessi
How many years roleplaying?: 7
"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: Pandora Yvone Creed
Age: Nineteen
Hometown: Salem, Oregon
Current Location: Red Lodge, Montana
Bio:
Likes:
- chocolate
- drinking
- music
- jewelry
- sleeping
- clothes
- perfume
- make up
- animals
- the ocean
- circus
- carnivals
- storms
- pianos
- cars
- books
- fire
- cooking
- hunting
- guns
- instruments
- moonlight
- fruit
- fog
- games
- movies
- candles
- fireworks
- candy
- paintball
- dancing
- horse racing
- horseback riding
- riding camels
- pie
- swimming
- stars
- flowers
- honey
- caramel
- cartoons
Dislikes:
- zombies
- heights
- stomach aches
- centipedes
- drugs
- smoking
- celery
- being emotional
Strengths:
- Smart and communicable
- Lots of self-confidence
- Good Stamina
- Good Sight
- Good Hearing
- Has fighting skills
- Speaks serveral different languages
- Good determination
- Quick Learner
Weaknesses:
- Low-patience
- Quick to anger
- Stubborn
- Hard headed
- Spontanious/crazy/doesn't think things through
- Sometimes picks fights
Anything Else? Pandora is an all around type of girl. She is girly, yet tough and likes to do things guys like, too. She grew up on a farm type place that hosted animal shows. Kind of like a small circus. The animals were family owned. She was raised with most animals you can think of, or were around alot of them. She didn't have any siblings, but lots of cousins. She learned her girly things from the other girls, obviously. But, she loved being with her guy friends and guy cousins. They taught her about cars, weapons, fighting, etc and things like that.
Roleplay Sample: Naila propped her arm against the window of her car as she slowed down, entering a small dark town. She leaned foreword, turning off her CD that was playing from the car. She looked around cautiously, not seeing any U.B's so far. Deciding she had to stop, Naila pulled over. Naila leaned into the back seat and got her father's semi automatic before she shut off the car and stepped out. She closed the door quietly, not bothering to lock the car. That way if she needed in, she wouldn't have to fight to unlock it in a hurry. Naila slipped the strap of the gun over her shoulder and walked around to the passenger side, releasing Shaw and telling him to go until she came back. As the bird flew off for a time being, Naila walked through the silent town. It was quiet, almost too quiet, but Naila ignored the eiry feeling and entered an abandoned store.
Luckily, no one had apparently been here, and there was still plenty of food. Naila saw a bag on the counter and grabbed it, walking through the store and getting different snacks and anything that looked healthy. There was suddenly a loud bang behind her, and Naila quickly dropped the bag, her gun in her hands. Naila spun around just in time as disgusting female U.B leapt at her, screaming. Naila shot the U.B in the head, and it fell to the ground in front of her. Naila didn't bother with getting the food, and begun to run out of the store. She skidded to a hault, horror crossing her face. Oh dear god. There was so many, entering the store in a hurry. They must of heard the female's squeal before Naila had killed her. Naila shot a male that came scampering at her on all fours before he could get too close, then turned and took off. She had to find another way out.
Naila found the back exit of the store and hurried out, looking around. She spotted three coming after her from the left, and let out a few rounds to take them out. She ran around the store to the open, looking to her car. Naila hadn't thought she had went that far, but her car was at the end of the road going through the town. How'd that happen? She quickly whipped around hearing screeches. She was surrounded by at least ten U.B's. This isn't going to end well.. Naila frowned and readied her gun, preparing for a fight.
