Post by God Mike on Oct 7, 2009 19:07:05 GMT -7
Full Name- Rachael Marshell
Nick Names- Falcon, Scout
Age- 20
DoB- April 19, 1994
Gender- female
Birth Location: Small town in Virginia
Current Location: America
Hobbies- Wandering, zombie killing, scavenging
Skills- Sniping, climbing, running
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 125 lbs
Hair: red
Eyes: blue
Skin: Pale
Body type: AB
Medical Conditions: none
Image:
Over All Description:
Personality- Quiet, Protective,
Orientation- straight
Likes- Children, animals, Nature, her rifle, cigarettes
Dislikes- Zombies, people who harm children or animals
Food- Anything edible
Drink- Pretty much anything
Music- rock
Over All-
Favorite Saying: "One shot, One kill"
Theme Song: (I recommend using media from youtube)
Other:
Family- deceased
Crush-none
Offspring-none
Pet(s)- none
Weapons- Springfield, combat knife
Training- Home/Self taught
Bad traits physically weak, distrusting, prone to bouts of moderate to extreme depression
Good traits Fast, Intelligent, Accurate, Stealthy
History: Rachael was only 15 when the infection started. Her father had been a recent military retiree, and was quick to board up and bunker down. He spent the days teaching Rachael how to use their old Springfield for which he had stored more then enough rounds for almost a year. Six months into the infection and the house came under siege by an army of the undead. Rachael took to the roof and started to take them out one at a time. It took almost a full day before the last zombie was killed. When Rachael returned to the inside she learned something shocking. A zombie had broken through the back door and managed to bite both her mother and father. She dispatched the zombie with a knife between the eyes. When she laid her eyes on her parents they smiled and told her to do what she had to do. They all knew there was no cure, but she refused, she couldn't kill her parents. As she closed her eyes she heard her father groan, he had been bit on the neck and the infection was spreading fast. Rachael almost broke down as she raised her rifle and did what she had to do, she killed her mother and father. After that day she had became a wanderer. Taking only what she needed from her home, her Springfield and enough food and ammo to last her for many days. Since then she has wondered across the country sometimes on foot and alone other times with a caravan of other survivors. She never stayed anywhere long.
Nick Names- Falcon, Scout
Age- 20
DoB- April 19, 1994
Gender- female
Birth Location: Small town in Virginia
Current Location: America
Hobbies- Wandering, zombie killing, scavenging
Skills- Sniping, climbing, running
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 125 lbs
Hair: red
Eyes: blue
Skin: Pale
Body type: AB
Medical Conditions: none
Image:
Over All Description:
Personality- Quiet, Protective,
Orientation- straight
Likes- Children, animals, Nature, her rifle, cigarettes
Dislikes- Zombies, people who harm children or animals
Food- Anything edible
Drink- Pretty much anything
Music- rock
Over All-
Favorite Saying: "One shot, One kill"
Theme Song: (I recommend using media from youtube)
Other:
Family- deceased
Crush-none
Offspring-none
Pet(s)- none
Weapons- Springfield, combat knife
Training- Home/Self taught
Bad traits physically weak, distrusting, prone to bouts of moderate to extreme depression
Good traits Fast, Intelligent, Accurate, Stealthy
History: Rachael was only 15 when the infection started. Her father had been a recent military retiree, and was quick to board up and bunker down. He spent the days teaching Rachael how to use their old Springfield for which he had stored more then enough rounds for almost a year. Six months into the infection and the house came under siege by an army of the undead. Rachael took to the roof and started to take them out one at a time. It took almost a full day before the last zombie was killed. When Rachael returned to the inside she learned something shocking. A zombie had broken through the back door and managed to bite both her mother and father. She dispatched the zombie with a knife between the eyes. When she laid her eyes on her parents they smiled and told her to do what she had to do. They all knew there was no cure, but she refused, she couldn't kill her parents. As she closed her eyes she heard her father groan, he had been bit on the neck and the infection was spreading fast. Rachael almost broke down as she raised her rifle and did what she had to do, she killed her mother and father. After that day she had became a wanderer. Taking only what she needed from her home, her Springfield and enough food and ammo to last her for many days. Since then she has wondered across the country sometimes on foot and alone other times with a caravan of other survivors. She never stayed anywhere long.