Post by lily on Aug 19, 2012 10:35:39 GMT 1
Playby: Dianna Agron
Name: Lillian Jasper
Age: 23
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Species: Human
Physical Description: Lily is a petite thing, seeming even more so by the way she tries to avoid eye contact and avoids people unless she has to. Her blonde hair of varying shades, some sun bleached lighter strands, others a darker, dirty blonde. Her eyes are hazel but tend to lean toward golden brownish or greenish in shades. Standing at only 5'5 she isn't the tallest person. Her build is slender but there are curves there that could be nurtured into more fullness if she had the opportunity to eat properly.
She dresses as she can when given the opportunity, making do with what she can. If she is trying to win a client or going to one of the casinos she will wear a nicer dress. When alone she prefers the simplicity of comfortable pants and a tshirt or a simple dress.
Attitude: In a normal world she might have been an outgoing, free spirited person who was quick with smiles and laughter but in this world she is withdrawn and quiet. Life has not been easy for her and it is reflected in her attitude. She's not an angry or bitter person but she is not a naive and trusting one either. Deep down she has a real fear of being at the mercy of the wilds again and being turned zombie. There is a sense of vulnerability about her, like a lost soul searching for some light. But, under all that, she is a survivor through and through. She will do whatever it takes to survive. She knows that being polite is better than causing a scene and will rarely meet a person's gaze unless commanded to.
Abilities: Singing: When she manages to use it, she has a lovely voice. It's not as powerful or dynamic as some and can't hold a candle to an opera singer but it is a sweet, sometimes even sad sound that can be considered haunting in it's purity.
Survivalist: She's been on her own before and knows how to live off the land if necessary, how to find food, water, shelter. Most of all how to stay alive to run another day.
Reading People: It's not an exact science and it's not infallible but she is pretty good at reading the small things about people that are telling. Body languages, small mannerisms, micro expressions that show on people's faces that tend to give a glimmer towards what a person's true intentions are are all part of it. It's more of an intuited gift but she has learned over the years how to interpret it better.
Hiding: It may not be the most glamorous of skills but it has kept her alive. Her petite frame and the ability to move stealthily has kept her alive more than anything else. She knows how to blend into the shadows and move in such a way that it's less noticable.
Weaknesses: Alone: She is all alone in this world. She has no family, no friends, no people. It makes her leery of people and has left a hole in her spirit.
Fragile: As a human, and a petite one at that, she is not the most robust or resilient of creatures. Sicknesses, injuries, infections, any of these can bring her down.
Skittish: If touched unexpectedly she flinches. She avoids eye contact. She seems to shrink in on herself when around other people. It presents certain social barriers and makes it harder to fit in.
Lonely: She sees these other people around her, people that have others in their lives and deep down it's what she craves. Someone to smile with, share a meal with, talk to. It lives in that empty place inside her.
Nerve damage: Thanks to an injury she received when she was a baby she has nerve damage along her left arm. She still has use of it but there is very little sensation in it. This can be problematic if she receives an injury that she cannot see on that arm as it will go untreated until noticed.
Sensitivity to light: From growing up in caves and moving in the dark her whole life she has a hard time seeing in the sunlight or in bright lights. She tries to avoid it as much as possible.
History: She never knew the world before the fall. She was born deep in cave on the outskirts of Nevada. Her grandmother had been a physicist, her grandfather a biologist. Her mother was the only parent she knew, her father having died before she was born. From the tales they told her as she was growing up they were lucky to escape. They didn't go into detail but from what she'd been told the world went to hell in a handbasket almost overnight. They told her tales of things called televisions and huge rooms in even bigger buildings that held huge screens and shows things called movies where the people would act out stories on the screen. They told of beaches and cook outs and fireworks. There were tales of hot water showers that you could clean yourself in and stand under the hot spray for as long as the heater had it in it. These stories were magical.
All she knew was the dark and the light of a small fire as water dripped down the walls. They kept her secluded from the outside world, taking great care to keep it out as well. She was taught to read and write with the few books they had taken with them when they fled the West Coast. Writing was done in the dirt of the floor or on the walls with ashes of the fire. Science and math were also taught. She discovered singing on her own and was taught simple songs by her parents. Things were not perfect but they were safe. The adults took turns making supply runs to the outside for things like wood or plastic bottles to store water in and whatever food they could find. She got quite the education on fungus and tubers and other edible things that most rarely knew as well as what those things did to the body and how they helped you to live. She learned how to find water and what sources were best bets to try for it.
They had to relocate a few times through her life, always running under cover of the night and keeping away from what had once been cities and towns. She saw first hand what was out there when she was twelve. The hungry masses of zombie-like things that were compelled by need and basic drives. It terrified her, seeing these things that were once people like them changed to such monstrous things. She had nightmares for weeks after that first sight. it stuck with her and her family tried to educate her about those things, to teach her about how avoid them and how the avoid getting infected, how the disease spread.
She learned from them how to survive, how to live off of what the earth could provide, how to find minerals and other sources to keep the body healthy and functioning. They moved several times, each time going further east. Her grandfather had mentioned a place called New York. But their travels were slow and many times they would be stuck in the same hide out for years, gathering supplies and keeping safe.
When she turned nineteen was the first time true tragedy struck. In this game of odds that her life had always been they finally turned against them. In a night run to try to get to a new location they were ambushed. Her grandfather tried to protect them and tried to buy them time to get away when a group of zombies found them. He was swinging and running and stopped to turn and fight. He sacrificed himself for them. Her mother and grandmother had to drag her when she saw her grandfather fall. She knew what would happen to him if he was unlucky enough to survive the attack. he would become one of them, a mindless beast. it was a lose lose situation.
But the three of them managed to get away. They found a new hiding spot and grieved. The hurt, the pain it seemed to last forever. But over time they were able to resume what tiny piece of normalcy that they had in their lives.
As the years went on and they continued to do as they always had but odds or fate or whatever it was that ran the cosmos were greedy things. Two more years was all they had left. Two years was all the time she had left with her mother and grandmother before they were also struck down by the perils of their life. She did what she was taught, run, hide, live.
It took her two years to find the place called New Vegas, not that she knows the name of the place yet. She has spotted Haven as well but as yet she hasn't been brave enough to try to approach either. But as food sources grow shorter and the water supply running out she will have to make a choice and be brave. She's seen people, real people out there, not zombies, but she's scared to approach. Time will tell which way she goes and if she has the courage to approach any of it or if she will stay on the run.
(NOTE: This is just a starting point to be able to have her RP her way into the story. I'm hoping to have a thread where she is found and taken into whichever place that the person or persons who finds her takes her.)
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Rp Sample: In the darkness of the cave on the bluff she could see the lights of the two cities in the distance. It wasn't hard to see the swarms of hungry zombies that lurked around them either. Every now and then she would hear a gunshots and see some of them fall but it was never enough. In the back of her mind she couldn't help but think about her parents and if they were one of those things now or if they had gotten the mercy to die and move on to the peace of whatever lay in the blackness of death.
The dark had never held fear for her. It was a natural state, what she'd grown up in her whole life. Her eyes were accustomed to the low light levels and could see better in the dark than in the daylight. It was one of the hurdles she would have to overcome if she were to try to reach civilization. Was this the New York that her grandfather spoke of? She could see tall buildings in the larger of the settlements that she assumed was a city. He had spoken of those. Buildings so tall they seemed to touch the sky.
But the other settlement had people that worked together. The people that she had seen on horse back were especially fascinating to her. She had read about horses but she had never actually seen one in her lifetime. They were amazing beasts, and a little terrifying too. They were just so large compared to the people that rode them!
She looked to the horizon; dawn was coming soon. Soon she would have to gather her courage and begin the perilous pilgrimage towards the two settlements. She was still uncertain which she would head towards. It would all depend on the dangers she encountered on her way down the bluff. The path of least resistance would be the path that held the most promise of living. Her Fate was entirely in the hands of the unknown for now. She shouldered the worn and tattered backpack she still carried, her few supplies running very low in this desert. There was enough water for a day or so left if she was conservative and some food as well. With any luck she would make it to one of those settlements before she ran out.
