Post by Sundra Nance on Sept 20, 2015 14:07:54 GMT -6
Tell us about yourself, if you please.
Name/alias: Robert
Age: 20
How long have you been RPing? About two years
Do you have any other characters on the site? Nope
Your character: bare bones.
Name: Sundra Nance / Scent
Age: 33
Location: Sanctum Headquarters
Immune or Carrier? Immune
Skills: only if Immune, maximum of 2 Play Possum, Cat's Blessing
Status: single, taken, married? Single
Face Claim: Danai Gurira
Picture:
Brief appearance description:
Sundra had always been lanky, long legs and small arms, her strength was unannounced through physical appearance. Her body had hardly any fat on it, she was nothing but skin and muscle. While they were thin, her arms were toned and it was easy to how strong Sundra was only after close inspection.
Her face was hard, a defined jaw and hard brown eyes acting as the focal point of the woman’s face. Almost everything about her was plain, but her eyes were deadly. Her nose was contorted, showing obvious signs of previously being broken. Her hair was short, basically bald save from the short black stubble on top.
Let's really get inside their head...
Personality: at least 2-3 paragraphs
In a sick way, Sundra was happy this all happened. She finally had the chance to achieve something, taken away from the failures and struggles of before. The complacency and mediocrity was more terrifying than the infected, and Sanctum was her opportunity to break the mold she cast for herself. Sundra has a history of violence, born into a family with violent tendencies, she was killing from a young age. After her father had died, Sundra had seen the world in a different light. Hatred and distaste for the normalcy and simplicity of life filled her, wanting nothing more than to leave it all behind. Yet she put on the guise of a happy woman, and let the frustration for the world around her bubble inside.
Now that was gone, and Sundra was allowed to let it all out. Looked at as one of the top hunters, Sundra’s rage had been put to use. Countless have died at her hands and each death was something she reveled in. Outside of killing, Sundra had lost track of her social demands, become cold and calculated, unafraid to press buttons and make demands. Incapable of noticing or caring about her social instability, Sundra is often left secluded until further use of her is needed.
Her time in seclusion, both present and past, allowed her to read and study at her own will. Intense knowledge of history, the sciences, math, and literature flowed through Sundra, yet she had always wanted to keep that to herself, almost ashamed that she had known these things. Surviving was what should be on her mind first, but she unintentionally grew lonely at times, turning to books when she could not turn to people.
Sundra speaks without a filter, yet she has an eloquence to her due to her intense liking for literature. She may not say things people like to hear, but she can present herself in a way that demonstrates her learning. She is not one to be commanded, but she recognizes the system of command at Sanctum and will listen when she respects the person talking to her. However, when she does not have respect for someone, she will become mean and refuses to care. To get on Sundra’s good side, one must learn her intricacies. One must speak with authority and respect, treating her like a common pupil will quickly earn her bad side. While she may not proudly display this, Sundra looks at herself as an asset, and while she isn’t here for recognition, she believes herself to be better than most and expects people to see that. Her demeanor towards someone can change at an instance, and it is very difficult to know what this woman is thinking.
Likes: at least 3
Hunting
Reading
Listening/Silence
Cooking
Arguing
Science
Dislikes: at least 3
Loud individuals
Romance novels
Swimming
Children / Cowards
Wasting time/supplies
Strengths:
Physically strong and extremely agile, Sundra’s physical appearance does not truly resemble her strength. Her movement is catlike, incredibly silent and stealthy, allowing her to hunt and assassinate like no other. Additionally, Sundra has a lot of knowledge regarding cooking, taking that to the field where she has learned to make poisons and such. Her time on her own and desire to learn has given her a very retentive memory.
Weaknesses:
Inexperience with social interactions and her rough childhood has left Sundra a sociopath, incapable of picking up social cues and unafraid to say what she truly believes. She tends to rub people the wrong way and has very few friends, and while she would never admit it, this saddens her a bit. She was trained to not express emotion, so anything that is not anger or rage is bottled inside
Fears:
Sundra’s father had drown to death (at her own hands), and this caused Sundra to develop a fear of open water. Additionally, she is overcome with anxiety when questioned about herself, incapable and unwilling to have a conversation that revolves around her.
Family:
Sundra’s closest family member was her father, who she killed at age sixteen. Her mother had left while she was a child, and she was kept away from all other family members. When she was twenty, she had gotten pregnant and gave birth to a daughter, who she was deemed unfit to raise and was taken away from her a year after she was born.
History: at least 2-3 paragraphs
Her mother, Nancy, had left her before she even turned one, escaping the grip her father, Jeremy, held over her. Abusive and controlling, he had trapped her for years, but Nancy had the opportunity to escape, and that opportunity was Sundra. Guilt had taken over after she had left, but there was no going back, selfishly leaving her daughter in the madman’s hands. Sundra grew up on a farm in the middle of Arkansas, and besides the animals, it was just her and her father. Home schooled and forced to labor around the farm at a young age, her life was restricted to that small farm.
Her father forced her first kill at age eight, a deer whose throat she was forced to slit. Guilt had swept over her at first, unwanted blood was on her hands. But again and again he forced her to brand the knife, claiming she would be able to do anything once the fear had left her. And the fear did leave her, but Sundra amounted to nothing but rage and frustration, a child with a red record, a trail of blood behind her.
Sundra had come to a point in her life where she thought she wanted to do other things, where she wanted to experience the world in a new light. After numerous beatings and scoldings, Sundra, now age 16, snapped and murdered her own father, drowning him and leaving his body in the small lake next to their farm. This was her chance to escape and she realized that her desires must be put aside, that she must carry on her own, alone in the world.
She attempted to conform to social standards, desperately telling herself this was what she wanted. She stole the little money her father had saved up and went to Little Rock, where she was taken in by a large family combined of children who were either lost or on their own. She stayed there for a few years, quiet and reserved, dedicating her time to learning. After graduating high school, she could not afford college immediately and took a job at a small restaurant as a cook. This is how she spent the next three years, and eventually she had found a man, Elijah, she thought she could connect with, and had a child with him. But she was betrayed, and Elijah had taken their daughter, Parvani, claiming that Sundra’s outbursts and beliefs were too dangerous to have around a young child. After having her child taken away from her, she quit her job and took up in a cabin deep inside a forested area in Arkansas.
For year she lived on her own, hunting, reading, and excluding herself from the outside world. As the outbreak happened, Sundra was able to survive on her own for quite a while, but when the area started to become too much of a burden to handle, she started to wander north, in hopes of finding a place she can start up again. Her almost unnatural ability to stay silent and her small stature allowed her to go unnoticed most of the time. Requiring very little to eat and able to provide for herself very well, she wandered Arkansas, Missouri and eventually ended up in Illinois, traveling far North where she neared the Sanctum.
What do you think of this situation?
It could be worse.
RP sample: at least 2 paragraphs--you only have to do this once
As the small knife ran across the squirrels throat, her thoughts flashed back to the moment her shackles were bound to her. The sun had been vicious that day, breaking through the tree tops and piercing Sundra’s exposed neck. Damp grass and various bugs crawled against her skin as she lay on her belly, her chin resting on a small stone, rifle jammed into her shoulder. The rifle waved up and down every time she breathed, earning scoffs from her father who sat behind a nearby tree, watching the young girl struggle to hold the heavy gun. Expectations and disappointment filled the air as Sundra pointed the rifle at a passing deer, her finger caressed the trigger, deciding if she wanted his rage or the cage.
That was before, when killing was something Sundra saw as an unnecessary punishment, a cruel means to shape her into her father’s image. Now it was survival, a talent she had grown thankful for, a way of proving her worth to not only those around her, but to herself.
Her attention was drawn away from the remembrance as the smell of blood was overcome with cheap cologne and sweat. Quietly picking up her game, Sundra moved behind a nearby bush, using her strong sense of scent to track the slow movement of what she determined were two men, who were covered in the smell of gunpowder, most likely recent used too. Her breathing became so slow it was as if it had stopped altogether, unwilling to reveal herself to these men after the incident in Branson. Strangers no longer deserved her compassion, something that had almost gotten her killed.
Twenty minutes passed before Sundra felt ready to leave her hiding spot. Running low on ammunition herself, Sundra decided to follow the two, hoping she could steal some of their supplies without notice. It did not matter to her what harm this may put them in, if they truly wanted to live, they would catch her in the act. But no one ever did.
Name/alias: Robert
Age: 20
How long have you been RPing? About two years
Do you have any other characters on the site? Nope
Your character: bare bones.
Name: Sundra Nance / Scent
Age: 33
Location: Sanctum Headquarters
Immune or Carrier? Immune
Skills: only if Immune, maximum of 2 Play Possum, Cat's Blessing
Status: single, taken, married? Single
Face Claim: Danai Gurira
Picture:
Brief appearance description:
Sundra had always been lanky, long legs and small arms, her strength was unannounced through physical appearance. Her body had hardly any fat on it, she was nothing but skin and muscle. While they were thin, her arms were toned and it was easy to how strong Sundra was only after close inspection.
Her face was hard, a defined jaw and hard brown eyes acting as the focal point of the woman’s face. Almost everything about her was plain, but her eyes were deadly. Her nose was contorted, showing obvious signs of previously being broken. Her hair was short, basically bald save from the short black stubble on top.
Let's really get inside their head...
Personality: at least 2-3 paragraphs
In a sick way, Sundra was happy this all happened. She finally had the chance to achieve something, taken away from the failures and struggles of before. The complacency and mediocrity was more terrifying than the infected, and Sanctum was her opportunity to break the mold she cast for herself. Sundra has a history of violence, born into a family with violent tendencies, she was killing from a young age. After her father had died, Sundra had seen the world in a different light. Hatred and distaste for the normalcy and simplicity of life filled her, wanting nothing more than to leave it all behind. Yet she put on the guise of a happy woman, and let the frustration for the world around her bubble inside.
Now that was gone, and Sundra was allowed to let it all out. Looked at as one of the top hunters, Sundra’s rage had been put to use. Countless have died at her hands and each death was something she reveled in. Outside of killing, Sundra had lost track of her social demands, become cold and calculated, unafraid to press buttons and make demands. Incapable of noticing or caring about her social instability, Sundra is often left secluded until further use of her is needed.
Her time in seclusion, both present and past, allowed her to read and study at her own will. Intense knowledge of history, the sciences, math, and literature flowed through Sundra, yet she had always wanted to keep that to herself, almost ashamed that she had known these things. Surviving was what should be on her mind first, but she unintentionally grew lonely at times, turning to books when she could not turn to people.
Sundra speaks without a filter, yet she has an eloquence to her due to her intense liking for literature. She may not say things people like to hear, but she can present herself in a way that demonstrates her learning. She is not one to be commanded, but she recognizes the system of command at Sanctum and will listen when she respects the person talking to her. However, when she does not have respect for someone, she will become mean and refuses to care. To get on Sundra’s good side, one must learn her intricacies. One must speak with authority and respect, treating her like a common pupil will quickly earn her bad side. While she may not proudly display this, Sundra looks at herself as an asset, and while she isn’t here for recognition, she believes herself to be better than most and expects people to see that. Her demeanor towards someone can change at an instance, and it is very difficult to know what this woman is thinking.
Likes: at least 3
Hunting
Reading
Listening/Silence
Cooking
Arguing
Science
Dislikes: at least 3
Loud individuals
Romance novels
Swimming
Children / Cowards
Wasting time/supplies
Strengths:
Physically strong and extremely agile, Sundra’s physical appearance does not truly resemble her strength. Her movement is catlike, incredibly silent and stealthy, allowing her to hunt and assassinate like no other. Additionally, Sundra has a lot of knowledge regarding cooking, taking that to the field where she has learned to make poisons and such. Her time on her own and desire to learn has given her a very retentive memory.
Weaknesses:
Inexperience with social interactions and her rough childhood has left Sundra a sociopath, incapable of picking up social cues and unafraid to say what she truly believes. She tends to rub people the wrong way and has very few friends, and while she would never admit it, this saddens her a bit. She was trained to not express emotion, so anything that is not anger or rage is bottled inside
Fears:
Sundra’s father had drown to death (at her own hands), and this caused Sundra to develop a fear of open water. Additionally, she is overcome with anxiety when questioned about herself, incapable and unwilling to have a conversation that revolves around her.
Family:
Sundra’s closest family member was her father, who she killed at age sixteen. Her mother had left while she was a child, and she was kept away from all other family members. When she was twenty, she had gotten pregnant and gave birth to a daughter, who she was deemed unfit to raise and was taken away from her a year after she was born.
History: at least 2-3 paragraphs
Her mother, Nancy, had left her before she even turned one, escaping the grip her father, Jeremy, held over her. Abusive and controlling, he had trapped her for years, but Nancy had the opportunity to escape, and that opportunity was Sundra. Guilt had taken over after she had left, but there was no going back, selfishly leaving her daughter in the madman’s hands. Sundra grew up on a farm in the middle of Arkansas, and besides the animals, it was just her and her father. Home schooled and forced to labor around the farm at a young age, her life was restricted to that small farm.
Her father forced her first kill at age eight, a deer whose throat she was forced to slit. Guilt had swept over her at first, unwanted blood was on her hands. But again and again he forced her to brand the knife, claiming she would be able to do anything once the fear had left her. And the fear did leave her, but Sundra amounted to nothing but rage and frustration, a child with a red record, a trail of blood behind her.
Sundra had come to a point in her life where she thought she wanted to do other things, where she wanted to experience the world in a new light. After numerous beatings and scoldings, Sundra, now age 16, snapped and murdered her own father, drowning him and leaving his body in the small lake next to their farm. This was her chance to escape and she realized that her desires must be put aside, that she must carry on her own, alone in the world.
She attempted to conform to social standards, desperately telling herself this was what she wanted. She stole the little money her father had saved up and went to Little Rock, where she was taken in by a large family combined of children who were either lost or on their own. She stayed there for a few years, quiet and reserved, dedicating her time to learning. After graduating high school, she could not afford college immediately and took a job at a small restaurant as a cook. This is how she spent the next three years, and eventually she had found a man, Elijah, she thought she could connect with, and had a child with him. But she was betrayed, and Elijah had taken their daughter, Parvani, claiming that Sundra’s outbursts and beliefs were too dangerous to have around a young child. After having her child taken away from her, she quit her job and took up in a cabin deep inside a forested area in Arkansas.
For year she lived on her own, hunting, reading, and excluding herself from the outside world. As the outbreak happened, Sundra was able to survive on her own for quite a while, but when the area started to become too much of a burden to handle, she started to wander north, in hopes of finding a place she can start up again. Her almost unnatural ability to stay silent and her small stature allowed her to go unnoticed most of the time. Requiring very little to eat and able to provide for herself very well, she wandered Arkansas, Missouri and eventually ended up in Illinois, traveling far North where she neared the Sanctum.
What do you think of this situation?
It could be worse.
RP sample: at least 2 paragraphs--you only have to do this once
As the small knife ran across the squirrels throat, her thoughts flashed back to the moment her shackles were bound to her. The sun had been vicious that day, breaking through the tree tops and piercing Sundra’s exposed neck. Damp grass and various bugs crawled against her skin as she lay on her belly, her chin resting on a small stone, rifle jammed into her shoulder. The rifle waved up and down every time she breathed, earning scoffs from her father who sat behind a nearby tree, watching the young girl struggle to hold the heavy gun. Expectations and disappointment filled the air as Sundra pointed the rifle at a passing deer, her finger caressed the trigger, deciding if she wanted his rage or the cage.
That was before, when killing was something Sundra saw as an unnecessary punishment, a cruel means to shape her into her father’s image. Now it was survival, a talent she had grown thankful for, a way of proving her worth to not only those around her, but to herself.
Her attention was drawn away from the remembrance as the smell of blood was overcome with cheap cologne and sweat. Quietly picking up her game, Sundra moved behind a nearby bush, using her strong sense of scent to track the slow movement of what she determined were two men, who were covered in the smell of gunpowder, most likely recent used too. Her breathing became so slow it was as if it had stopped altogether, unwilling to reveal herself to these men after the incident in Branson. Strangers no longer deserved her compassion, something that had almost gotten her killed.
Twenty minutes passed before Sundra felt ready to leave her hiding spot. Running low on ammunition herself, Sundra decided to follow the two, hoping she could steal some of their supplies without notice. It did not matter to her what harm this may put them in, if they truly wanted to live, they would catch her in the act. But no one ever did.