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New Member
Appearance:
Name:
Noelle Everett
Nick:
Elle, Nel
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Gender:
Female
Height:
6'0
Age:
26
Crush:
???
Personality:
Noelle is mature and well aware of the people around her. Insightful and understanding, this girl cares about her friends, and would protect them fiercely. Insecurities and pressure is always swirling around her mind, but these seldom see the light of day, keeping them to herself and preventing others from seeing she isn't in entire control of the situation. She tries to show a calm demeanor, but at times, a playful and even teasing nature comes out...when she's completely sure they are safe. She's afraid of losing more people...She's lost too many already, and that is why it takes her a long while to actually open up to new people.
Weapons (be reasonable):
Crossbow (x12 bolts)
Ax
Beretta 92 FS (x20 ammo)
Equipment:
Surgical Kit
First Aid Kit
Canteen full of water
Bottle of Rubbing Alcohol (half)
Energy Bars (x2)
Can of Tuna (x3)
Strengths:
Intuitive
Resourceful
Realist
Medical knowledge
Resilient
Weaknesses:
Self-doubting
Soft-hearted
Overthinker
Stubborn
Quirks:
Bites her lip when thoughtful
Recites the steps for surgical techniques whenever she's nervous and cleaning wounds or working on someone of her group (it helps her calm down and work better)
Enjoys ripping paper into tiny pieces
Part of a group:
Yes
If yes what part:
Medic
Brief description of group:
Small group that has been struggling together for a while now. They found each other after a bumpy start, but they have been close since then. They work together well, everyone having a role. Recently, they lost their base to a horde, so they are out in search of a safe place.
Likes:
Antiseptic Smell
Smell of coffee
Listening stories from the others
Getting her hair braided
Clean undies
Clean water
A soft blanket
Books
Dislikes:
Cold weather
Rain
Rotting smell of the undead
Septic wounds
Lack of resources
Unable to help her family
Getting tickled
Canned food
Brief Bio:
WIP
Other: Bubbles
Name:
Noelle Everett
Nick:
Elle, Nel
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Gender:
Female
Height:
6'0
Age:
26
Crush:
???
Personality:
Noelle is mature and well aware of the people around her. Insightful and understanding, this girl cares about her friends, and would protect them fiercely. Insecurities and pressure is always swirling around her mind, but these seldom see the light of day, keeping them to herself and preventing others from seeing she isn't in entire control of the situation. She tries to show a calm demeanor, but at times, a playful and even teasing nature comes out...when she's completely sure they are safe. She's afraid of losing more people...She's lost too many already, and that is why it takes her a long while to actually open up to new people.
Weapons (be reasonable):
Crossbow (x12 bolts)
Ax
Beretta 92 FS (x20 ammo)
Equipment:
Surgical Kit
First Aid Kit
Canteen full of water
Bottle of Rubbing Alcohol (half)
Energy Bars (x2)
Can of Tuna (x3)
Strengths:
Intuitive
Resourceful
Realist
Medical knowledge
Resilient
Weaknesses:
Self-doubting
Soft-hearted
Overthinker
Stubborn
Quirks:
Bites her lip when thoughtful
Recites the steps for surgical techniques whenever she's nervous and cleaning wounds or working on someone of her group (it helps her calm down and work better)
Enjoys ripping paper into tiny pieces
Part of a group:
Yes
If yes what part:
Medic
Brief description of group:
Small group that has been struggling together for a while now. They found each other after a bumpy start, but they have been close since then. They work together well, everyone having a role. Recently, they lost their base to a horde, so they are out in search of a safe place.
Likes:
Antiseptic Smell
Smell of coffee
Listening stories from the others
Getting her hair braided
Clean undies
Clean water
A soft blanket
Books
Dislikes:
Cold weather
Rain
Rotting smell of the undead
Septic wounds
Lack of resources
Unable to help her family
Getting tickled
Canned food
Brief Bio:
WIP
Noelle was a med resident before the world went to shit. The first few months into the apocalypse, she spent following an old friend around, knowing she had no survival skills of her own, and that she'd die the very first moment she found herself alone. Her medical knowledge alone wouldn't help her; her physical condition, while good thanks to the sports she used to play before, wouldn't do on its own. What was she supposed to do? Kill infected with a volleyball? No, she knew she needed to learn, and she needed to learn fast. The world was cruel though, and it wasn't long before her companion fell to a Hunter; and at that very same moment, she crossed paths with a group of people escaping from a Costco. Hordes and attacks brought them together, and she tagged along with them for the following years. They lived hardships together, and she learned to survive with them. Now, she considers them her family, and wouldn't hesitate to do anything for any of them.
Other: Bubbles
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