Post by Sophia Desmond on Apr 24, 2010 20:06:14 GMT -5
Name: Sophia Desmond
Name Meaning: Wisdom
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Town: Nevan
Former Occupation: Inventor/Mechanist
Height: 5'8"
Ethnicity/Skin Tone: Caucasian, really pale
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Clothing Choice: She's dressed for business. Zombie business. She wears a simple white, long-sleeve shirt and a thick, loose pair of black jeans. Over this, she wears her patented Battle-Coat! A modified white lab-coat with many deep pockets, and has had many knives sown into the stomach and back area, for those zombies that like to get too close. The pockets themselves hold many knives for her use, as well as several bullets for her classical bolt-action rifle. She also wears large, coke-bottle style glasses for her bad eyes.
Personality: She is deeply inquisitive, and will go to any lengths to find out how anything machine works. She started her career with several degrees in engineering and various mechanical subjects, even chemistry and others just to learn more about metals and electricity. After that, she spent a few years living off of small time patents, and spending her taking bits of metal and throwing in some electricity and seeing what happens. He utter devotion has left her slightly unstable, and when the zombie apocalypse hit, it drove her mostly over the edge. Now, she's suffering from minor bouts of insanity, with a constant state of being... off. Her clarity ranges from being a weird person to completely off her rocker at times.
Strengths: Engineer extrordinaire, being able to repair junk and create gadgets on a whim. She's willing to fight as much as it takes to satisfy her next curiosity, or get her next part. She has a variety of small gadgets that she built since the zombie apocalypse, including zombie bait and a makeshift soldering tool.
Faults: She's bonkers. No easier way to put it. While friendly, she'll seem incredibly strange to the average citizen, and her bad bouts of mental disturbance and sometimes leave her useless.
Sample Post:
"Hah! I new this place would be a good spot to do my research! Ahhh privacy."
Sophia was in the basement of the small house she'd bought in the town of Nevan. She was here mostly to to want of privacy, and some cheap property. He money was running short, but she believed that would be over with her latest and greatest invention, a machano-man! She'd been pondering for weeks on how to get the proper robotic specs to work, staying locked away in her basement, completely oblivious to the goings on above.
She flipped the switch, and the lights in town flickered a moment, and electricity coursed through the automaton, and it began to flicker to life. She began to laugh aloud, but before the first word of triumph, it all exploded. After the smoke cleared, she rose from behind her safety glass and peered out. Her work had been destroyed, her lab mostly in ruins, and now there was a large gaping hole leading to the surface.
"Well, that's not good. I hope I don't piss off the townsfolk."
She dusted her self off a little and then walked to the gaping hole. Around the entrance, several body parts were scattered about, and there were at least four other people standing about, but seeming to complete ignore her.
"Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit I killed people! Oh shit oh shit oh shit I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
She flailed her arms about in panic, and froze when they turned to her.
Her screams echoed about as she ran from the running dead after having suffer a nasty arm bite. She ran like a chicken with her head cut off. Eventually, she scramblings about the city landed her in a butcher shop that was mostly untouched by anything but decay. She closed the door, and listened on as the zombies pounded on the door endlessly, slowly demolishing her only defense.
Sophia ran a hand through her hair, trying to think clearly about the situation, but her eyes betrayed her and displayed nothing but incredible panic. She turned tail towards the inside of the shop, and stopped dead. Knives and butcher's utensils littered the wall, looks mostly fresh. Some of the knives had been taken, most likely by other people that had been here. But now, she had a buffet of blades to herself.
After several moments of preparation, the zombies burst into the shop, and ran towards the psychotic looking woman at the back.
The scientist turned towards the oncoming group of zombies, numbering six in total, a large and manic grin upon her face. She brought up a pair of cleavers and dashed towards her pursuers, to return them in kind for the pain they were intended to deal her.
Notes: The above is a bought of the bad insanity, but she'll be much more melow around people. She'll be holed up in her destroyed lab in Nevan/be wandering about with some equipment she's gathered in the past little while since the explosion. Her zombie lure is basically just a pipe bomb without the bomb, but it doesn't last long against the stomping of zombie feet.
Name Meaning: Wisdom
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Town: Nevan
Former Occupation: Inventor/Mechanist
Height: 5'8"
Ethnicity/Skin Tone: Caucasian, really pale
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Clothing Choice: She's dressed for business. Zombie business. She wears a simple white, long-sleeve shirt and a thick, loose pair of black jeans. Over this, she wears her patented Battle-Coat! A modified white lab-coat with many deep pockets, and has had many knives sown into the stomach and back area, for those zombies that like to get too close. The pockets themselves hold many knives for her use, as well as several bullets for her classical bolt-action rifle. She also wears large, coke-bottle style glasses for her bad eyes.
Personality: She is deeply inquisitive, and will go to any lengths to find out how anything machine works. She started her career with several degrees in engineering and various mechanical subjects, even chemistry and others just to learn more about metals and electricity. After that, she spent a few years living off of small time patents, and spending her taking bits of metal and throwing in some electricity and seeing what happens. He utter devotion has left her slightly unstable, and when the zombie apocalypse hit, it drove her mostly over the edge. Now, she's suffering from minor bouts of insanity, with a constant state of being... off. Her clarity ranges from being a weird person to completely off her rocker at times.
Strengths: Engineer extrordinaire, being able to repair junk and create gadgets on a whim. She's willing to fight as much as it takes to satisfy her next curiosity, or get her next part. She has a variety of small gadgets that she built since the zombie apocalypse, including zombie bait and a makeshift soldering tool.
Faults: She's bonkers. No easier way to put it. While friendly, she'll seem incredibly strange to the average citizen, and her bad bouts of mental disturbance and sometimes leave her useless.
Sample Post:
"Hah! I new this place would be a good spot to do my research! Ahhh privacy."
Sophia was in the basement of the small house she'd bought in the town of Nevan. She was here mostly to to want of privacy, and some cheap property. He money was running short, but she believed that would be over with her latest and greatest invention, a machano-man! She'd been pondering for weeks on how to get the proper robotic specs to work, staying locked away in her basement, completely oblivious to the goings on above.
She flipped the switch, and the lights in town flickered a moment, and electricity coursed through the automaton, and it began to flicker to life. She began to laugh aloud, but before the first word of triumph, it all exploded. After the smoke cleared, she rose from behind her safety glass and peered out. Her work had been destroyed, her lab mostly in ruins, and now there was a large gaping hole leading to the surface.
"Well, that's not good. I hope I don't piss off the townsfolk."
She dusted her self off a little and then walked to the gaping hole. Around the entrance, several body parts were scattered about, and there were at least four other people standing about, but seeming to complete ignore her.
"Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit I killed people! Oh shit oh shit oh shit I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
She flailed her arms about in panic, and froze when they turned to her.
Her screams echoed about as she ran from the running dead after having suffer a nasty arm bite. She ran like a chicken with her head cut off. Eventually, she scramblings about the city landed her in a butcher shop that was mostly untouched by anything but decay. She closed the door, and listened on as the zombies pounded on the door endlessly, slowly demolishing her only defense.
Sophia ran a hand through her hair, trying to think clearly about the situation, but her eyes betrayed her and displayed nothing but incredible panic. She turned tail towards the inside of the shop, and stopped dead. Knives and butcher's utensils littered the wall, looks mostly fresh. Some of the knives had been taken, most likely by other people that had been here. But now, she had a buffet of blades to herself.
After several moments of preparation, the zombies burst into the shop, and ran towards the psychotic looking woman at the back.
The scientist turned towards the oncoming group of zombies, numbering six in total, a large and manic grin upon her face. She brought up a pair of cleavers and dashed towards her pursuers, to return them in kind for the pain they were intended to deal her.
Notes: The above is a bought of the bad insanity, but she'll be much more melow around people. She'll be holed up in her destroyed lab in Nevan/be wandering about with some equipment she's gathered in the past little while since the explosion. Her zombie lure is basically just a pipe bomb without the bomb, but it doesn't last long against the stomping of zombie feet.