Post by Avery Faulkner on Jul 12, 2011 17:14:47 GMT -6
Tell us about yourself, if you please.
Name/alias: Rora
Age: 19
How long have you been RPing? About three and a half years now.
Do you have any other characters on the site? Not yet.
Your character: bare bones.
Name: Avery Roxanne Faulkner
Age: 37
Location: Chicago, Illinois
Immune or Carrier? Immune
Skills: Ventriloquist, Polyglot
Status: Widowed
Face Claim: Rachel Weisz
Picture: img.listal.com/image/865146/936full-rachel-weisz.jpg
Brief appearance description: Avery has dark brown hair and light brown eyes; her hair is just past her shoulders in length, and slightly wavy. To keep it out of her face while traveling, she either will braid it or wear it in a ponytail. Her skin is pale, despite having spent long hours on the bay and on the water as a little girl. She has high cheekbones, a small but slightly hooked nose, and full, pale lips. There is a small scar on the bottom of her foot that came from her stepping on a piece of glass when she was young.
Avery stand at about 5’7”, and is on the thin side, though she has some curves in the right places. She can always be found in jeans and a sweater (or a T-shirt in the summer months); the shirts she wears are mostly very quiet, sophisticated colors, and have no patterns. To complete the outfit, she wears a pair of battered, off-white sneakers. She also wears a plain golden band on her left ring finger, which she refuses to take off.
Let's really get inside their head...
Personality: Avery is a very calm and collected individual who prefers to reason things out over raising her voice. She will argue, but she keeps a calm demeanor and uses facts and logic to defend her position. Very rarely does she lose her temper, but when she does, it can be rather frightening (or amusing, depending on one’s perspective, as she has a tendency to pace and fling her arms about wildly when raging). Her calm demeanor comes from years of discipline that is the result of both years of karate and being raised by a Navy captain.
Prior to the outbreak of the virus, she was a cheery sort of person who almost always had a smile on her face or a nice word to say. Once the virus broke out, however, and radically changed everything, she sobered up very quickly. Now, she is more serious and reserved, and has a tendency to keep to herself for the most part. Once she’s had some time to adjust to whoever she may be staying with, she might open up a little if she thinks she can trust them, but that doesn’t always happen. She has less trouble being cheerful and more like her former self around children, but around most adults, she will remain very stoic, calm, and reserved. A realist at heart (though she occasionally borders on pessimism), she doesn’t fill her head with nonsensical dreams, but instead picks a goal and begins working for it as hard as she can.
Finally, Avery is a very passionate person. When she finds something she loves, she gives her all to it, and if she becomes particularly attached to someone, she will give her all to them, as well.
Likes: Karate
Historic fiction
Rock music
Sailing
The ocean
Pepperoni pizza
The color blue
Concerts
Dislikes: Spiders
Arrogant people
Country music
Football
Asparagus
Chaotic situations
Hot, humid weather
The color lime green
Strengths: Disciplined
Hand-to-hand combat
Planning and strategy
Sailing and watercraft operation
Weaknesses: Marksmanship
Borderline pessimistic
Arachnophobic
Driving
Fears: Finding out her sister is dead or Infected
People finding out she shot her husband
Anywhere with large amounts of spiders
Family:
Father: Jonathan Michael Hawkins III (Infected)
Mother: Erin Grace Hawkins (Infected)
Siblings: Jonathan Michael Hawkins IV (Infected), Taylor Derrick Hawkins (deceased), and Kayleigh Adrienne Hawkins (Carrier)
Husband: Matthew Darian Faulkner (deceased)
History: The oldest of four, she was born Avery Roxanne Hawkins, in Annapolis, Maryland. Her father, Jonathan, was a Navy captain and his wife, Erin, a news anchor. She was a very bright child; however, in her early years of elementary school, she often got in trouble for her lack of focus and her inability to sit still. When she was seven, her father enrolled her in karate to teach her discipline and focus. She quickly fell in love with it; her behavior in school took a turn for the better, and all was happy again. By the time she graduated high school, she had earned a black belt in karate.
When Avery first arrived at college, she had her heart set on a degree in business and planned on becoming a CEO one day. However, after taking a linguistics class, she found herself fascinated by the subject, and before she knew it, she was graduating with a degree in English (and a linguistics minor), and had decided to become a professor instead. While in graduate school, she met Matthew Faulkner, a smart but shy young man earning his master’s degree in economics. They dated all through graduate school, and finally, after they graduated with their masters’ degrees, he proposed. They were married shortly thereafter, and moved to a community near Norfolk, Virginia. Both wanted children, but decided to hold off until Avery had finished her dissertation, and had a steady job at a university.
When she was 27, the Mange Virus broke out. Her mother quickly became infected via a colleague who had been at the site of the release, and infected her father shortly thereafter. Avery discovered she was immune to the virus after exposure failed to infect her. She and Matthew decided, since efforts were being made to deliver supplies to suburban communities, to stay at home. But when supplies began to dwindle, and no more provisions were brought, they both knew they had to leave. They were planning to head to D.C., which was reported as having safe havens, when Matthew began displaying symptoms of the virus. In denial, Avery told herself it was just the flu and began attempting to nurse him back to health. He made the final changes two days later, and tried to kill Avery. Forced to choose between self-preservation and being ripped to shreds, she grabbed the pistol that Matthew had bought for protection, and shot him in the head.
She remained at home for a few more days, too shaken by the thought that she killed her husband to even think of going anywhere. Finally, after the supplies had dwindled dangerously low and the number of Infected was on the rise, she packed her belongings and started off on the road. She decided against heading to D.C., and instead headed for any remote areas she could think of. She lived with a small community of Immunes in the Appalachian Mountains, but after a few years, she left, heading further out west. Her car eventually broke down, forcing her to take to the road on foot. She wandered aimlessly for what seemed like ages, stopping at any large cities she could find, replenishing her supplies and staying in havens. When she heard about the supplies and havens in Chicago, she started for there. She believes her sister may still be alive, and hopes to meet up with her in Chicago.
What do you think of this situation? It could be worse.
RP sample: The last thing to go in her backpack was her dissertation. It had been nearly ten years since the virus had changed everything, and she still had that damn dissertation of hers.
I don’t know why I still keep it, she thought. It’s not like there are any colleges anymore. And I hardly need a PhD to kill some Infected.
For that, she just needed a gun, the same pistol her husband had bought back when life was still normal. That particular pistol went into a crude holster at her hip. An extra magazine went into the side pocket of her worn-out bag, a bottle of water in the other side pocket. The bag itself went on her shoulders. It was off on the open road again.
Outside of Columbus, on the crumbling remains of the Ohio Turnpike, there was a big green sign on the side of the road. Chicago was 350 miles away. Without a set of wheels, it would probably take her about a week to get there. Possibly longer, depending on how fast she walked.
“Maybe it’s better without a car,” she mused as she started walking down the turnpike, weaving between abandoned cars. “With my driving, I would probably crash before I got there, anyways.”
Name/alias: Rora
Age: 19
How long have you been RPing? About three and a half years now.
Do you have any other characters on the site? Not yet.
Your character: bare bones.
Name: Avery Roxanne Faulkner
Age: 37
Location: Chicago, Illinois
Immune or Carrier? Immune
Skills: Ventriloquist, Polyglot
Status: Widowed
Face Claim: Rachel Weisz
Picture: img.listal.com/image/865146/936full-rachel-weisz.jpg
Brief appearance description: Avery has dark brown hair and light brown eyes; her hair is just past her shoulders in length, and slightly wavy. To keep it out of her face while traveling, she either will braid it or wear it in a ponytail. Her skin is pale, despite having spent long hours on the bay and on the water as a little girl. She has high cheekbones, a small but slightly hooked nose, and full, pale lips. There is a small scar on the bottom of her foot that came from her stepping on a piece of glass when she was young.
Avery stand at about 5’7”, and is on the thin side, though she has some curves in the right places. She can always be found in jeans and a sweater (or a T-shirt in the summer months); the shirts she wears are mostly very quiet, sophisticated colors, and have no patterns. To complete the outfit, she wears a pair of battered, off-white sneakers. She also wears a plain golden band on her left ring finger, which she refuses to take off.
Let's really get inside their head...
Personality: Avery is a very calm and collected individual who prefers to reason things out over raising her voice. She will argue, but she keeps a calm demeanor and uses facts and logic to defend her position. Very rarely does she lose her temper, but when she does, it can be rather frightening (or amusing, depending on one’s perspective, as she has a tendency to pace and fling her arms about wildly when raging). Her calm demeanor comes from years of discipline that is the result of both years of karate and being raised by a Navy captain.
Prior to the outbreak of the virus, she was a cheery sort of person who almost always had a smile on her face or a nice word to say. Once the virus broke out, however, and radically changed everything, she sobered up very quickly. Now, she is more serious and reserved, and has a tendency to keep to herself for the most part. Once she’s had some time to adjust to whoever she may be staying with, she might open up a little if she thinks she can trust them, but that doesn’t always happen. She has less trouble being cheerful and more like her former self around children, but around most adults, she will remain very stoic, calm, and reserved. A realist at heart (though she occasionally borders on pessimism), she doesn’t fill her head with nonsensical dreams, but instead picks a goal and begins working for it as hard as she can.
Finally, Avery is a very passionate person. When she finds something she loves, she gives her all to it, and if she becomes particularly attached to someone, she will give her all to them, as well.
Likes: Karate
Historic fiction
Rock music
Sailing
The ocean
Pepperoni pizza
The color blue
Concerts
Dislikes: Spiders
Arrogant people
Country music
Football
Asparagus
Chaotic situations
Hot, humid weather
The color lime green
Strengths: Disciplined
Hand-to-hand combat
Planning and strategy
Sailing and watercraft operation
Weaknesses: Marksmanship
Borderline pessimistic
Arachnophobic
Driving
Fears: Finding out her sister is dead or Infected
People finding out she shot her husband
Anywhere with large amounts of spiders
Family:
Father: Jonathan Michael Hawkins III (Infected)
Mother: Erin Grace Hawkins (Infected)
Siblings: Jonathan Michael Hawkins IV (Infected), Taylor Derrick Hawkins (deceased), and Kayleigh Adrienne Hawkins (Carrier)
Husband: Matthew Darian Faulkner (deceased)
History: The oldest of four, she was born Avery Roxanne Hawkins, in Annapolis, Maryland. Her father, Jonathan, was a Navy captain and his wife, Erin, a news anchor. She was a very bright child; however, in her early years of elementary school, she often got in trouble for her lack of focus and her inability to sit still. When she was seven, her father enrolled her in karate to teach her discipline and focus. She quickly fell in love with it; her behavior in school took a turn for the better, and all was happy again. By the time she graduated high school, she had earned a black belt in karate.
When Avery first arrived at college, she had her heart set on a degree in business and planned on becoming a CEO one day. However, after taking a linguistics class, she found herself fascinated by the subject, and before she knew it, she was graduating with a degree in English (and a linguistics minor), and had decided to become a professor instead. While in graduate school, she met Matthew Faulkner, a smart but shy young man earning his master’s degree in economics. They dated all through graduate school, and finally, after they graduated with their masters’ degrees, he proposed. They were married shortly thereafter, and moved to a community near Norfolk, Virginia. Both wanted children, but decided to hold off until Avery had finished her dissertation, and had a steady job at a university.
When she was 27, the Mange Virus broke out. Her mother quickly became infected via a colleague who had been at the site of the release, and infected her father shortly thereafter. Avery discovered she was immune to the virus after exposure failed to infect her. She and Matthew decided, since efforts were being made to deliver supplies to suburban communities, to stay at home. But when supplies began to dwindle, and no more provisions were brought, they both knew they had to leave. They were planning to head to D.C., which was reported as having safe havens, when Matthew began displaying symptoms of the virus. In denial, Avery told herself it was just the flu and began attempting to nurse him back to health. He made the final changes two days later, and tried to kill Avery. Forced to choose between self-preservation and being ripped to shreds, she grabbed the pistol that Matthew had bought for protection, and shot him in the head.
She remained at home for a few more days, too shaken by the thought that she killed her husband to even think of going anywhere. Finally, after the supplies had dwindled dangerously low and the number of Infected was on the rise, she packed her belongings and started off on the road. She decided against heading to D.C., and instead headed for any remote areas she could think of. She lived with a small community of Immunes in the Appalachian Mountains, but after a few years, she left, heading further out west. Her car eventually broke down, forcing her to take to the road on foot. She wandered aimlessly for what seemed like ages, stopping at any large cities she could find, replenishing her supplies and staying in havens. When she heard about the supplies and havens in Chicago, she started for there. She believes her sister may still be alive, and hopes to meet up with her in Chicago.
What do you think of this situation? It could be worse.
RP sample: The last thing to go in her backpack was her dissertation. It had been nearly ten years since the virus had changed everything, and she still had that damn dissertation of hers.
I don’t know why I still keep it, she thought. It’s not like there are any colleges anymore. And I hardly need a PhD to kill some Infected.
For that, she just needed a gun, the same pistol her husband had bought back when life was still normal. That particular pistol went into a crude holster at her hip. An extra magazine went into the side pocket of her worn-out bag, a bottle of water in the other side pocket. The bag itself went on her shoulders. It was off on the open road again.
Outside of Columbus, on the crumbling remains of the Ohio Turnpike, there was a big green sign on the side of the road. Chicago was 350 miles away. Without a set of wheels, it would probably take her about a week to get there. Possibly longer, depending on how fast she walked.
“Maybe it’s better without a car,” she mused as she started walking down the turnpike, weaving between abandoned cars. “With my driving, I would probably crash before I got there, anyways.”