It all began with a civil war which lasted five years, both sides hustling to create a zombie virus on the sly. The first outbreak was an accident, the infection escaping the lab and forcing an end to the fighting. With most of the world dead or dying within the first year, the cease-fire did little good. The zombies took over, their numbers growing over time. The only hope was the virus' short survivability in the cold, below freezing temperatures slowing its ability to replicate itself inside a victim. Outside of the body, the virus died quickly, the winter the easiest time for the remains of humanity to stay alive.
In steps our heroes. They will meet on the dusty roads of Harpers Ferry on a cold morning in the lonely state of West Virginia. It is two years into the zombie infection, an apocalyptic event which has left a trail of dead, and undead, bodies littering the streets wherever the eye may fall. The world's population has been decimated by upwards of 95 to 99 percent, and while most big cities have been abandoned, the small towns have become fortresses. Anyone smart became mobile, scavenging what little of worth remained. There is no law, other than that made by the few survivors that consider themselves elite, but those marauders suffer like the common man, each a possible victim for the hungry hordes which never seem to tire, their craving for fresh meat a never ending quest.
Appearance(pic and description)
Normal Skills and Abilities(limit of 5)
Weapons(Limit of 4 weapons):
Armor(one sensible suit of armor):
Augs(Limit of 3):
Name: Dawn Specter
Appearance and description:
Job : Mechanic
Normal Skills and Abilities(limit of 5)
--Intelligent--problem solving is a great way to pass the time. She went to trade school to become a mechanic and the sound of a purring engine is her sugar.
--Agility--she is light on her feet...parkour anyone?
--Survival skills--nature provides all...except for a damn cell phone...f***!
--Hand-to-hand fighting--being a girl means cheating is okay. Growing up with five brothers was a great way to learn how to defend yourself.
--Mechanical ingenuity--how things work comes naturally when a vehicle is involved. Beep...beep.
Weapons(Limit of 4 weapons): Glock 19 (9mm), 12-Gauge sawed-off shotgun, pocket knife, and a crowbar.
Equipment: DUCT TAPE!!! Seriously though, she has 3 rolls in her pack, along with a compass, lighter, mirror, energy bars (home made), flint stone (just in case the lighter runs out of fluid), an eight foot length of rope, flashlight with spare batteries, bear spray, and mace. As for professional equipment, she carries the basic tools needed to work on an engine, anything more would be too much for her to carry.
Augs(Limit of 3): None
Personality: Personality: Dawn is an intelligent, no-nonsense sort of girl. She likes long walks on the beach, hand-gliding with friends, and Bloody Mary breakfasts....not! She is a country girl at heart, enjoying a day of hunting, fishing, or target practice. Her brothers taught her how to defend herself against the bullies of the world and she never backs down from a fight. Throw in an epic infection and some zombies and she is right at home, wrestling her way across the heart of America.
Likes: Cars of any sort, but especially the classics, a good debate, dancing like nobody is watching, chocolate (her worst obsession), rainy days, and the night sky.
Dislikes: Zombies (of course), ignorant fools, big cities, boring days, traffic jams, and one-night stands.
Background: Dawn was a nightmare growing up. With five brothers to compete with on a regular basis, she was rarely at home, her days spent looking for frogs or snakes to scare her younger sisters. Her clothing was never clean, let alone tidy, and a tear here and there was the norm. She wanted to be one of the boys, every tree climbed and every creek crossed. She tagged along with them, wrestled with them, and learned their mischievous ways. She was a true tomboy.
When it came to boyfriends she shied away, her reasoning thrice fold. For one, the selection process was rigged in favor of her brother's choices, any candidate having to put in a resume before they were allowed to step foot on the porch. There was also the whole, where do we go on a date thing. She didn't care for eating out and movies rarely tickled her fancy. What else was there to do? And this led to the third thing. She knew nothing about dating...and kissing...and all the other stuff. So why bother?
All this changed when Dawn went away to school. She dabbled in the whole guy thing for a bit, but nothing ever clicked, her tomboy-ish-ness always getting in the way. Once she graduated, she moved away from home and everything familiar, putting a few hundred miles between her and her family. It was a difficult choice, but she went where the job was offered, finding her butt seated in a small mountainous town in Virginia.
Only a few years passed before she was uprooted again, this time by the governmental 'accident'. She survived mostly on her own, finding the company of others more dangerous than the zombies themselves. It was greed, hate, selfishness, and ignorance that led to death, and she had no plans of giving up her life for a fool. She put home in her rearview many months ago and started to head north, the colder weather her short-term goal.
Other: Dawn has always dreamed of living in a tree house like the one from the movie Tarzan.