Post by Emmy Robin on Dec 9, 2010 14:36:11 GMT -5
"The world ended... Didn't you get the memo?"
- Amy
- Amy
Your Name: cuethelaugh
How many years roleplaying?: 7-8
"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: Emmy Robin
Age: Twenty two
Hometown: New York City
Current Location: Atlanta, Georgia
Bio: When the walkers came Emmy was just a recent college graduate trying to make it on her own. An actor and writer shouldn't have stood much of a chance during the fiasco but Emmy was a zombie movie buff and along with her friends had long been planning for such an instance with her comedian buddies. People would make fun, people would tease, but not anymore. But not like they could: Emmy got out and they did not.
She fled throughout the craziness of infected New York City in her roommate's (Jeremy) jeep. They fled stocking up with guns and food picking up survivors on the way. Jeremy acted as the athletic of the pair while Emmy focused on the socialization and being the person that the survivors could talk to. They lost people along the way something that Emmy used to take hard but slowly she's getting used to it.
Upon intercepting a fuzzed out radio transition they heard of other survivors gathering in the Atlanta area. So off they want toward the mountains and more were lost. Jeremy actually became split up fro the group, something Emmy took very hard. He is still missing. Finally they made it... Only now it was abandoned though it was quite apparent that it had been a campground and something bloody had happened there. They could see Atlanta in the lower distance. THAT'S where they must be.
And so off the group went just as a huge explosion went off... This would be the next step of their journey.
Likes:
- Movies
- Talking to people
- Banter
- Being held
- Writing
- Dogs
- Kids
Dislikes:
- Walkers
- Lazy People
- Egotistical People
- Being Bossed Around
- Bugs
Strengths:
- Good with a hand gun
- Athletic
- Able to talk to people, able to relate
- Passionate
- Creative
Weaknesses:
- Trust
- Not very girly
- Unable to convey how she is feeling sometimes
- Knows how to use weapons but isn't an expert at any of them (she is most proficient with a gun).
- Doesn't like being the one people depend on
Anything Else? She is the unofficial leader of the survival group that recently has joined Rick's.
Roleplay Sample: It had been so long since he had felt pain. Since he had felt real pain. And he had experienced enough of it in his life to know what significant pain was. It wasn't like stubbing your toe, or being rejected, or even being beaten to a pulp by some low down thugs who wanted you dead. No, real pain was getting the phone call that your sister had been killed in Africa by someone who was supposed to love her, real pain was watching someone you cared about be hit when you were mere feet away and couldn't stop it, real pain was losing someone when you wanted so desperately to play superman, to be the hero that people had come to think of you as. Real pain was not being able to do anything. THIS was real pain and he was real aware of it.
He had been sharing a lunch with Hayley in the conference room. Well, it had more so been him sneaking up behind her as she ate out of a little brown bag (a cute little thing she had started doing when their kids had begun to attend school on their own that she had somehow picked up). Matt had snuck up behind her and wrapped his arms around his beloved wife without so much as a word, just an exhaling sigh and a gruff little smile. It was the simple things and surprisingly, Matthew had always been a simple man taking power from the little things in life like feeling his wife in his arms.
There was something good that Matthew took great joy from just by being able to do that. It had taken him such a long time after him and Hayley had begun dating years and years ago just to be able to touch her hand without feeling self conscious. It had all led to this little moment that many other couples would have taken for granted. Not Matt. Holding his wife close they swayed slightly as she made a little comment with a laugh and he just shrugged it off, he had always been a man of few words. That's when it happened. His phone rang, hers vibrated on the table.
After seeing the name of the caller he answered it with a friendly "Hello kid-" which was cut short when he heard Spencer's nervous, barely audible voice on the other line. It wasn't Krys. Not at all. And it wasn't good. Matt's face fell and he released his wife as his breakdown and breakaway from the world began. He couldn't speak, and not from lack of trying! "Right. I-" Now Hayley's phone was vibrating uncontrollably with another familiar name, with the same news. She too answered it. "We'll be there." Hanging up he waited for his wife to be through looking seriously at her. No words needed to be spoken. They were heading to Virginia.
In the car he didn't say a word as his wife drove. He just stared straight out at the sights being left 'alone' with his thoughts. It was like he was stacking up building blocks one after another after another until the inevitable moment when they would topple over onto him... Smothering him. Killing him from the inside out. Once at the destination neither of them budged. Matthew was frozen and of course Hayley caught on right away that this wasn't going to be easy despite the long drive it took to get them both there.
"Connor and Jillian are here." He stated after a long silence in a dead sort of voice, not even looking at her choosing instead to stare at the closed glove compartment. "I saw their cars in the lot." Ah the intuition and hyper vigilance of a past undercover cop turned agent. He had noticed them right away without even trying. And then he said nothing.
