Post by Niora Clarkson on Oct 7, 2015 18:36:07 GMT -6
Tell us about yourself, if you please.
Name/alias: Sootsprites
Age: 21
How long have you been RPing? online, not long.
Do you have any other characters on the site? no
Your character: bare bones.
Name: Niora Clarkson
Age: 26
Location: Haven
Immune or Carrier? Carrier
Skills: only if Immune, maximum of 2
Status: Single
Face Claim: Leigh Anne Pinnock
Picture:
Brief appearance description: a Dark Skinned young lady, a round face with high cheekbones and big dark eyes, slight of build, about 5'3" with the pointed fangs and claws typical of Carriers
Let's really get inside their head...
Personality: Although she doesn't remember anything of her past life, Niora has always been skittish of people, prefering her own company or to spend her time with animals. She's not violent unless provoked, although her insticts will have her reaching for her knife if she feels threatened.
She's curious and very intelligent, and is constantly seeking out knowledge. Her greatest delight is to learn something new, especially about science or history. Regular human interaction is difficult for her, always has been, and she much prefers asking questions to dealing with small talk or social niceties.
Most importantly, Niora is fearless. There has never been a time in her life where something was to daunting to try, no monster too frightening. Nothing makes her run and hide, and when backed into a corner she will always choose to fight back.
(Note: although i haven't said in outright, I have been writing this character as autistic and many of her behaviors will be caused by her symptoms. I'll try to do this as respectfully as possible)
Likes: Animals, history, chemistry
Dislikes: crowds, small spaces, being startled
Strengths: Fearlessness, intelligence, fast
Weaknesses: physically small and weak, easily startled, does not bond with others well
Fears: being alone
Family: doesn't remember any family she might've had
History: When the virus hit, Niora was an ordinary girl living with her parents, who had adopted her when she was 3 years old. She loved learning and animals, she was always bringing home stray cats and dogs. Although she became a carrier, her previously gentle and loving parents weren't so lucky. Her mother kept her senses long enough to lock her daughter in the attic before the whole family succumbed to the disease, and Niora's first memories are jerking awake in a dusty attic, with a backpack of food, bandages and a hunting knife that once belonged to her grandfather.
A loner, she's been keeping herself and trying to make her way west, where she's heard there is a safe place for people like her. Only once did Niora find a group of immunes that she thought could accept her, she even grew close to a man named Andrew; she thought she could've loved him. But a few months after finding them, a den of Infected descended and Niora barely escaped with her life. Niora still has a ring that Andrew gave her in a moment of intimacy, she never takes it off.
She is searching for the urban legend that has cropped up in recent years: that government scientists created a safe haven in Baja California and have found a cure to the mange virus. A long shot and probably a fiction, but its one Niora is willing to chase down if it means that someday that the world could heal.
What do you think of this situation?
eh, it could be worse
RP sample: 'Come on, come on. There's nothing for you here.' Niora thought wearily, pressing her back to the brick wall and waiting for the small group of infected to pass. She knew by now that they wouldn't hurt her, but she still didn't want to get close to them, in case they mistook her limping gait for an aggressive stance. She's been writing down her observations of the Infected in her notebook but reaching for it now would be foolish. Still, she catalouged the loping gait the biggest one used; she'd seen him in this area before and had whimsically named him 'Spot.'
Finally the infected moved away from the hospital entrance, and Niora took a breath before making a dash for it, her injured ankle screaming in protest. Once past the broken doors, Niora ducked into the first room she could find and slammed the door behind her. She pressed her back to the door and slid to the floor, eyeing her bleeding leg gingerly. "Let's hope there are bandages in here." she muttered to herself. "maybe i'm due for a miracle and there will be painkillers."
Name/alias: Sootsprites
Age: 21
How long have you been RPing? online, not long.
Do you have any other characters on the site? no
Your character: bare bones.
Name: Niora Clarkson
Age: 26
Location: Haven
Immune or Carrier? Carrier
Skills: only if Immune, maximum of 2
Status: Single
Face Claim: Leigh Anne Pinnock
Picture:
Brief appearance description: a Dark Skinned young lady, a round face with high cheekbones and big dark eyes, slight of build, about 5'3" with the pointed fangs and claws typical of Carriers
Let's really get inside their head...
Personality: Although she doesn't remember anything of her past life, Niora has always been skittish of people, prefering her own company or to spend her time with animals. She's not violent unless provoked, although her insticts will have her reaching for her knife if she feels threatened.
She's curious and very intelligent, and is constantly seeking out knowledge. Her greatest delight is to learn something new, especially about science or history. Regular human interaction is difficult for her, always has been, and she much prefers asking questions to dealing with small talk or social niceties.
Most importantly, Niora is fearless. There has never been a time in her life where something was to daunting to try, no monster too frightening. Nothing makes her run and hide, and when backed into a corner she will always choose to fight back.
(Note: although i haven't said in outright, I have been writing this character as autistic and many of her behaviors will be caused by her symptoms. I'll try to do this as respectfully as possible)
Likes: Animals, history, chemistry
Dislikes: crowds, small spaces, being startled
Strengths: Fearlessness, intelligence, fast
Weaknesses: physically small and weak, easily startled, does not bond with others well
Fears: being alone
Family: doesn't remember any family she might've had
History: When the virus hit, Niora was an ordinary girl living with her parents, who had adopted her when she was 3 years old. She loved learning and animals, she was always bringing home stray cats and dogs. Although she became a carrier, her previously gentle and loving parents weren't so lucky. Her mother kept her senses long enough to lock her daughter in the attic before the whole family succumbed to the disease, and Niora's first memories are jerking awake in a dusty attic, with a backpack of food, bandages and a hunting knife that once belonged to her grandfather.
A loner, she's been keeping herself and trying to make her way west, where she's heard there is a safe place for people like her. Only once did Niora find a group of immunes that she thought could accept her, she even grew close to a man named Andrew; she thought she could've loved him. But a few months after finding them, a den of Infected descended and Niora barely escaped with her life. Niora still has a ring that Andrew gave her in a moment of intimacy, she never takes it off.
She is searching for the urban legend that has cropped up in recent years: that government scientists created a safe haven in Baja California and have found a cure to the mange virus. A long shot and probably a fiction, but its one Niora is willing to chase down if it means that someday that the world could heal.
What do you think of this situation?
eh, it could be worse
RP sample: 'Come on, come on. There's nothing for you here.' Niora thought wearily, pressing her back to the brick wall and waiting for the small group of infected to pass. She knew by now that they wouldn't hurt her, but she still didn't want to get close to them, in case they mistook her limping gait for an aggressive stance. She's been writing down her observations of the Infected in her notebook but reaching for it now would be foolish. Still, she catalouged the loping gait the biggest one used; she'd seen him in this area before and had whimsically named him 'Spot.'
Finally the infected moved away from the hospital entrance, and Niora took a breath before making a dash for it, her injured ankle screaming in protest. Once past the broken doors, Niora ducked into the first room she could find and slammed the door behind her. She pressed her back to the door and slid to the floor, eyeing her bleeding leg gingerly. "Let's hope there are bandages in here." she muttered to herself. "maybe i'm due for a miracle and there will be painkillers."