Post by Shade Archer on Feb 18, 2015 16:34:21 GMT
"Don't talk down to me because of the way I look. I'm not a child, I'm not your sweetheart and I sure as hell ain't gonna take crap from you."
NAME: Shade Archer (Shay)
AGE: 14 years of age
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5 ft 2
WEIGHT: 105 lbs
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual (Liking of the Opposite sex)
WHO ARE YOU?
FIVE LIKES: Reading and Writing, Running, The rain, Helping out, Hunting.
FIVE DISLIKES: Bullies, Spiders, Hot days, Math and Annoying, Obnoxious, Self conceived people.
PERSONALITY: Very adventurous, fearless in the face of danger, but if you find the right weak spot it'll break her down. Tries to be helpful at any chance she's given, would go to the ends of the earth for the people she loves. Loyal and bold, always speaks her mind. Mouthy, swears like a damn sailor...ect
GROUP: (Prison Group) [Newly Joined]
HISTORY: (First Point of View)
WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER CARRYING?: (What is your character carrying on him/her or have in their possession. These are items like weapons, bags, etc. You can have up to ten.)
- 1. A very expensive looking hunters camouflage backpack
- 2. A sharp, wooden handled Buck Hunting Knife.
- 3. CowDog by Ned Andrews
- 4. Where the Red Fern Grows by Wilson Rawls
- 5. Half a bottle of peroxide and some bandages
- 6. TA90 semi automatic 9mm pistol
- 7. A picture of her entire family at Christmas time
- 8. Fire Starter Striker (Flint)
- 9. A red plaid hoodie, just slightly too big for her
- 10.
YOUR WHO'S WHO NAME:
SAMPLE POST
Shade crouched behind a rotting stump, as a walker stumbled down hill. In the process scaring away the game she'd been chasing. "God dammit!" She breathed in a shushed tone. The cold frosted her breath in the chill air. Slowly moving from her current position, she leapt over the stump landing quietly on her toes. With a few quick strides, she crept behind the dead and kicked his legs in. The corpse fell face forward onto the ground, and once gotten a whiff of her scent began snarling and thrashing around. Trying to get a grip on her ankles, Shade dug her foot into it's back and lunged, digging her buck-knife into the soft spot of it's skull. The body went limp and the snarling silenced, leaving nothing but the sound of birds chirping and the slow dripping of rain from the leaves of trees.
"Jackass." She mumbled and went back to tracking her prey.
During the summers her and her father would always go camping for weeks on end. He'd teach her different skills like, hunting, fishing, climbing, tracking. You name it, he was an outdoorsman and he was proud enough to pass his knowledge onto his children. Shade never knew she'd need to use this kind of knowledge, except for camping. But this was one of those moments she was thankful for all the hell her dad had put her through.
She followed the tracks, the ground was soggy from this mornings rainfall so it made tracking easy as pie. And soon enough her knowledge payed off, because she was reunited with her game once again
A beautiful 3.4 yearling buck, stood just yards away from her in an open meadow. She quickly ducked, and lowered herself, taking a few deep breaths and pulling out her pistol. She would've preferred a rifle like daddy had taught her but a pistol would have to suffice.
She lined up the shot, aiming just behind the left shoulder.
Took a deep, steady breath and... fired. The bullet whizzed through the heavy air and punctured into the flesh, burrowing into it's heart.
The buck dropped to the ground with a flop! The good news was she managed to get some dinner. Bad news, is that the gunshot would draw some much unwanted attention.
Shade rushed up to her kill, and immensely began sawing off the pelt and into the stomach, hastily taking what she needed and wrapping it up in a clothe. She wouldn't be able to carry all of it by herself so she took all she could carry and left the rest for dead.