Post by Alissa Greenburg on Apr 24, 2010 20:35:35 GMT -5
Name: Alissa Grenburg
Name Meaning: Truth
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Town: Nevan
Former Occupation: Personal Trainer
Height: 6' 1"
Ethnicity/Skin Tone: Caucasian, slightly tanned
Hair: Sandy blonde
Eyes: Pale blue
Clothing Choice: Alissa wears a dark green sweatshirt, and camouflaged cargo pants and hiking boots, as well as an old steel infantry helmet, which makes more sense considering she has an M1 Garand slung over her shoulder or in her hands at all times.
Personality: Alissa is very headstrong, to the point of being abrasive at times. Once she comes up with or hears a plan she will ardently stick with it until one that is clearly superior is presented. She is extremely protective of those she calls friends. A WWII buff, she uses rather old weapons, she does, however, know how to use them well.
Strengths: Alissa is physically strong and agile to boot. She's a sure shot with her semi-automatic rifle and is good at crowd control with it. She is also good at thinking on her feet, and will try to have a plan for every situation as they present themselves.
Faults: Two words. Not Immune. Alissa doesn't yet know this, but she's not taking any chances, and as such can be less than useful in a fight if she's trying to get away from an advancing zombie. Her stubborn nature can also put her at odds with a group who don't want to follow her ideas.
Sample Post: Alissa adjusts her grip on the wooden stock of her rifle and smirks slightly, lining it up with the head of an unsuspecting zombie below. She pulls the trigger and blows it's head open with a well placed shot to the temple. Leaning the rifle against the second story widow sill and turns back to her homemade safe-room.
Said room is simple enough, just all the nonperishables that could be gathered as well as a sleeping bag, camping stove, and chemical toilet. Furthermore, every piece of furniture that could be moved has been piled against the door, save one little firing slit at head level, which is only covered by a card table.
Alissa sits down on the sleeping bag and opens up a can of chef-boy-ardee, eating it cold, and reading a chapter of a generic fantasy novel. That done she sets the book down and moves back to the window, grabbing old artillery spotters binoculars and surveying the surrounding countryside for wandering dead, or survivors, perhaps...
Notes: She realizes there's a good chance she's not immune, and doesn't want to test it. Expect her to be extremely wary around zombies, or zombie bits, or someone covered in zombie blood, or dead zombies, or anything to do with zombies, really.
Name Meaning: Truth
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Town: Nevan
Former Occupation: Personal Trainer
Height: 6' 1"
Ethnicity/Skin Tone: Caucasian, slightly tanned
Hair: Sandy blonde
Eyes: Pale blue
Clothing Choice: Alissa wears a dark green sweatshirt, and camouflaged cargo pants and hiking boots, as well as an old steel infantry helmet, which makes more sense considering she has an M1 Garand slung over her shoulder or in her hands at all times.
Personality: Alissa is very headstrong, to the point of being abrasive at times. Once she comes up with or hears a plan she will ardently stick with it until one that is clearly superior is presented. She is extremely protective of those she calls friends. A WWII buff, she uses rather old weapons, she does, however, know how to use them well.
Strengths: Alissa is physically strong and agile to boot. She's a sure shot with her semi-automatic rifle and is good at crowd control with it. She is also good at thinking on her feet, and will try to have a plan for every situation as they present themselves.
Faults: Two words. Not Immune. Alissa doesn't yet know this, but she's not taking any chances, and as such can be less than useful in a fight if she's trying to get away from an advancing zombie. Her stubborn nature can also put her at odds with a group who don't want to follow her ideas.
Sample Post: Alissa adjusts her grip on the wooden stock of her rifle and smirks slightly, lining it up with the head of an unsuspecting zombie below. She pulls the trigger and blows it's head open with a well placed shot to the temple. Leaning the rifle against the second story widow sill and turns back to her homemade safe-room.
Said room is simple enough, just all the nonperishables that could be gathered as well as a sleeping bag, camping stove, and chemical toilet. Furthermore, every piece of furniture that could be moved has been piled against the door, save one little firing slit at head level, which is only covered by a card table.
Alissa sits down on the sleeping bag and opens up a can of chef-boy-ardee, eating it cold, and reading a chapter of a generic fantasy novel. That done she sets the book down and moves back to the window, grabbing old artillery spotters binoculars and surveying the surrounding countryside for wandering dead, or survivors, perhaps...
Notes: She realizes there's a good chance she's not immune, and doesn't want to test it. Expect her to be extremely wary around zombies, or zombie bits, or someone covered in zombie blood, or dead zombies, or anything to do with zombies, really.