Post by connie on Jul 17, 2009 18:25:57 GMT -6
Name: Connie Green
Age: 26
Height: 5ft 5"
Weight: 124
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Light brown
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: 12th August 1898
Place of Birth: Aberdeen
Ethnicity: British
Kin: Rob Brown (older brother)
Physical Description: Pretty average height, of average build. Hair is light brown, and pretty short. Strength is pretty average. Can't do any major heavy stuff, but can do lifting of various car parts or equipment. Isn't too fast with speed, but is a lot more mentally aware.
Personality: Will do anything to survive, but would rather try and keep as many people alive as possible. Friendly enough but hard to get her trust. Once won, it's hard to loose her. Isn't afraid to fight, but would rather loose ground and run to save her life, rather than stick about and die for no reason. Is often prone to moments of brooding, thinking about her family and friends she lost.
Medical History: Healing cut down right arm where caught on a piece of fencing when fleeing. Still causes some problems with pain.
Classification: Engineer
Sub-Class: British
Money: 88 - 63 - (2x9.95) = 11.10
Occupation:Engineer
Personal History: Was born in Aberdeen, but moved south to Manchester when she was three years old and lived there until the outbreak. Her older brother by 5 years, Rob, took care of her and her mother when their father died in a mining accident by working almost non-stop in a small shop down the road. He later trained to be a policeman. She became an Engineer because she was fascinated about how things worked, and would drive her mother mad taking thing to pieces to put it back together again. The first thing she learn to do was her brothers gun. She learnt by watching and heling the local mechanic, mainly working on cars, but also on a few small kitchen appliances or on weaponry. He also taught her to read a map well enough and how to drive by letting her test out the cars once they were fixed to make sure they really were fixed properly. When the zombies came, her brother left to go with some of his friends to seek out more survivors and hunt the creatures further north. She believes him still alive. Her mother fell to the zombies. Connie fled their home, and tried to reach the capital in the hopes of finding more survivors and more supplies that she can use. If not, she just wants to try killing as many of the bastards as she possibly can
>Skills:
Classification Skill: Grease Monkey
Mastered Skills:Tinkering
Superior Skills:Land navigation
Minor Skills:Driver's License
>Abilities:
Classification Ability: Strength
Mastered Abilities:Smarts
Superior Abilities:Courage
Minor Abilities:Observation
>Equipment on Person:
- Dark green and yellowish coloured shirt and trousers
- sturdy boots
- grey coat
- black belt with 2 pouches on it that hold other items
- a pencil that's almost useless
- a map of the UK
- a piece of thread attached to a needle.
>In Pack:
- (x2 box) .303 British rifle, carbine ammo.
- Four tins of beans and another half open one
- 2 sausages wrapped in paper
- A bottle of water and another empty bottle.
- A packet of cigarettes and a box of matches.
- A spanner, wrench and wire cutters.
>In Storage:
- A full mechanics kit - screwdriver, hammer, saw, wire cutters, that sort of thing.
>Primary Weapon:
Weapon: Lee-Enfield No 1 Mk 2 (Rifle). $63
Caliber:.303 British
Location on Body: Slung across back
Modifications:
>Secondary Weapon (Military or Mercenary only):
Weapon:
Caliber:
Location on Body:
Modifications:
>Melee Weapon:
Weapon:10" Combat Knife
Location on Body:On belt
>Sample Post
The assault began once more, with the Irish pitted against the Irish. Conkord had been thrown into a position she did not want to be in when their General had fallen in a battle a week or so previously - the second General to have fallen in these Jah awful battles. Where at first they had all been optimistic, it had sunk to a certain despair. When would it end? How many more would be lost? For now though, she donned the mask and step out to fight alongside her comrades in the grand act where they were all just puppets.... the trick in the great conjurer's hat.
It was once again time to fight.
Soon, the air was rent with cries of anger, pain, despair and perhaps even sadistic glee. The clanging of swords was heard above it all as the Munster forces charged to the wall. The troops that she led were behind or alongside her - their lives entrusted to her decisions. "Please let it be the right one." On either side were the other armies of Munster as they fought to gain an upper hand in the battle.
Blows came from all sides, and while the majority were deflected upon the shield she bore, or the blade in hand, there were some that came in to cause various minor scratches across her. Blood was everywhere, but nobody knew whom it belonged to. Just when it seemed to be that Munster had the advantage and were pressing forwards, the defenders of Cill Chainnigh would fight with renewed vigour and the forces were repulsed again. Bodies fell on both sides to litter the ground.
In a momentary respite from the fight, Connie looked around at those she had entered into battle with. Most were still fighting on with a grim determination. It was then that they attacked once more. More defenders rose up to fight against them, roaring their defiance at the Munster armies. As the wave hit them, Connie raised the shield to deflect an oncoming blow, and winced as the blow jarred her whole arm. It was then - as her head was turned to one side as the blow landed - that she saw with a growing sense of horror, Aria fall to the blows of the Laighean warriors.
A strangled cry came from her lips, and she fought again to rid her of the attacker by delivering a slice across his chest. Not waiting to see if it was enough to kill, she fought across to where her friend lay. The other soldiers had moved forwards, almost in a defensive barrier around the body - but nobody helped. "Why didn't they help? Oh Jah - don't let her be dead!"
Dropping the shield from her arm and shoving her sword in it's sheath, Connie yelled out orders to continue the attack and quickly dropped down by Aria. The wound across the lass's body was still gushing with blood, her face having taken on a deathly pallor. Ripping a strip from the bottom half of her shirt, Connie managed to make an extremely make-shift bandage and placed it over the wound, holding it down to try and stop the blood flow. It soaked through the material quickly and fear overwhelmed her. They needed a surgeon.
Muttering all sorts of profanities, curses and prayers, she tried to life Aria, but that only made things worse with more blood gushing from the wound. Only one thing for it. Grabbing the unconscious girl under the arms, she began to drag her backwards through the ranks while yelling for a surgeon... a medic... even a witchdoctor! Anybody who could help.
(bumped from something else I write in... I'm not very inventive with names either)
Age: 26
Height: 5ft 5"
Weight: 124
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Light brown
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: 12th August 1898
Place of Birth: Aberdeen
Ethnicity: British
Kin: Rob Brown (older brother)
Physical Description: Pretty average height, of average build. Hair is light brown, and pretty short. Strength is pretty average. Can't do any major heavy stuff, but can do lifting of various car parts or equipment. Isn't too fast with speed, but is a lot more mentally aware.
Personality: Will do anything to survive, but would rather try and keep as many people alive as possible. Friendly enough but hard to get her trust. Once won, it's hard to loose her. Isn't afraid to fight, but would rather loose ground and run to save her life, rather than stick about and die for no reason. Is often prone to moments of brooding, thinking about her family and friends she lost.
Medical History: Healing cut down right arm where caught on a piece of fencing when fleeing. Still causes some problems with pain.
Classification: Engineer
Sub-Class: British
Money: 88 - 63 - (2x9.95) = 11.10
Occupation:Engineer
Personal History: Was born in Aberdeen, but moved south to Manchester when she was three years old and lived there until the outbreak. Her older brother by 5 years, Rob, took care of her and her mother when their father died in a mining accident by working almost non-stop in a small shop down the road. He later trained to be a policeman. She became an Engineer because she was fascinated about how things worked, and would drive her mother mad taking thing to pieces to put it back together again. The first thing she learn to do was her brothers gun. She learnt by watching and heling the local mechanic, mainly working on cars, but also on a few small kitchen appliances or on weaponry. He also taught her to read a map well enough and how to drive by letting her test out the cars once they were fixed to make sure they really were fixed properly. When the zombies came, her brother left to go with some of his friends to seek out more survivors and hunt the creatures further north. She believes him still alive. Her mother fell to the zombies. Connie fled their home, and tried to reach the capital in the hopes of finding more survivors and more supplies that she can use. If not, she just wants to try killing as many of the bastards as she possibly can
>Skills:
Classification Skill: Grease Monkey
Mastered Skills:Tinkering
Superior Skills:Land navigation
Minor Skills:Driver's License
>Abilities:
Classification Ability: Strength
Mastered Abilities:Smarts
Superior Abilities:Courage
Minor Abilities:Observation
>Equipment on Person:
- Dark green and yellowish coloured shirt and trousers
- sturdy boots
- grey coat
- black belt with 2 pouches on it that hold other items
- a pencil that's almost useless
- a map of the UK
- a piece of thread attached to a needle.
>In Pack:
- (x2 box) .303 British rifle, carbine ammo.
- Four tins of beans and another half open one
- 2 sausages wrapped in paper
- A bottle of water and another empty bottle.
- A packet of cigarettes and a box of matches.
- A spanner, wrench and wire cutters.
>In Storage:
- A full mechanics kit - screwdriver, hammer, saw, wire cutters, that sort of thing.
>Primary Weapon:
Weapon: Lee-Enfield No 1 Mk 2 (Rifle). $63
Caliber:.303 British
Location on Body: Slung across back
Modifications:
>Secondary Weapon (Military or Mercenary only):
Weapon:
Caliber:
Location on Body:
Modifications:
>Melee Weapon:
Weapon:10" Combat Knife
Location on Body:On belt
>Sample Post
The assault began once more, with the Irish pitted against the Irish. Conkord had been thrown into a position she did not want to be in when their General had fallen in a battle a week or so previously - the second General to have fallen in these Jah awful battles. Where at first they had all been optimistic, it had sunk to a certain despair. When would it end? How many more would be lost? For now though, she donned the mask and step out to fight alongside her comrades in the grand act where they were all just puppets.... the trick in the great conjurer's hat.
It was once again time to fight.
Soon, the air was rent with cries of anger, pain, despair and perhaps even sadistic glee. The clanging of swords was heard above it all as the Munster forces charged to the wall. The troops that she led were behind or alongside her - their lives entrusted to her decisions. "Please let it be the right one." On either side were the other armies of Munster as they fought to gain an upper hand in the battle.
Blows came from all sides, and while the majority were deflected upon the shield she bore, or the blade in hand, there were some that came in to cause various minor scratches across her. Blood was everywhere, but nobody knew whom it belonged to. Just when it seemed to be that Munster had the advantage and were pressing forwards, the defenders of Cill Chainnigh would fight with renewed vigour and the forces were repulsed again. Bodies fell on both sides to litter the ground.
In a momentary respite from the fight, Connie looked around at those she had entered into battle with. Most were still fighting on with a grim determination. It was then that they attacked once more. More defenders rose up to fight against them, roaring their defiance at the Munster armies. As the wave hit them, Connie raised the shield to deflect an oncoming blow, and winced as the blow jarred her whole arm. It was then - as her head was turned to one side as the blow landed - that she saw with a growing sense of horror, Aria fall to the blows of the Laighean warriors.
A strangled cry came from her lips, and she fought again to rid her of the attacker by delivering a slice across his chest. Not waiting to see if it was enough to kill, she fought across to where her friend lay. The other soldiers had moved forwards, almost in a defensive barrier around the body - but nobody helped. "Why didn't they help? Oh Jah - don't let her be dead!"
Dropping the shield from her arm and shoving her sword in it's sheath, Connie yelled out orders to continue the attack and quickly dropped down by Aria. The wound across the lass's body was still gushing with blood, her face having taken on a deathly pallor. Ripping a strip from the bottom half of her shirt, Connie managed to make an extremely make-shift bandage and placed it over the wound, holding it down to try and stop the blood flow. It soaked through the material quickly and fear overwhelmed her. They needed a surgeon.
Muttering all sorts of profanities, curses and prayers, she tried to life Aria, but that only made things worse with more blood gushing from the wound. Only one thing for it. Grabbing the unconscious girl under the arms, she began to drag her backwards through the ranks while yelling for a surgeon... a medic... even a witchdoctor! Anybody who could help.
(bumped from something else I write in... I'm not very inventive with names either)
