I'd call it something like "Us and Them". Or just "Them!" or "Those things.". (the first and second names are what i was serious about as suggestions.)
There may be parts that aren't needed or are out of order with what you asked for. I will prolly cut this down later if needed.Player Name:
Maria Annalise FischerAge:
150 lb = 67.5 kgBio:
Born and raised in a family of five, Maria and one sister outnumbered their lone brother; as one might expect, the childish bickering between them was commonplace. Still, very few things out there could damage or sever this bond.
Maria's life proceeded normally, up to her choice in profession: having developed an affinity and interest in chemistry. It's unclear where that spark started, but when she acted upon it--chose it as her career goal--she stuck with it. Rather than let the trail end there, she made a tough decision to enter the army. Here was the real deal, where she'd be able to make a difference, put her skills to good use and afterwards build upon them. She was literally days away from completing Basic training at a boot camp when the attack began. One way to get some experience, she'd note sourly later. Her day had begun, from the moment she woke, with screams, guttural growls and gunshots. The campgrounds painted a bloody portrait of what was to come soon, on a far greater scale. Maria snatched up whatever she could find in a rush, did not stop to help a single soul(a choice she still thinks about every day), and fled.
Within a few days, she returned to her hometown to find more of the same, people running or dead in the streets, or walking as the undead. The ratios had changed. She had a feeling she knew what happened at her parents' home, but still desperate and foolishly hopeful, she tried for it. Found her brother and father had gone mad with the disease, and one mangled, chewed-away corpse she couldn't identify. This was the moment of her life that shattered all her hopes that things might get better, and the rest of her broke down just as quickly. It took the better part of a day, after killing her undead family(with the fate of one left unclear still), before she gathered the will to step out of that house, glue herself back together, and trudge onward.Misc.:
She has an adept understanding of chemistry--invariably this means she can create certain valuable items, provided she has the resources/time/experience/tools to do so, which could include explosives, acids, special gases/liquids, and if she were so inclined, drugs--Hey, some people may still cling to their vices in this new world, and that could be something exploitable...
She has in her possession a S&W Model 36 revolver, chambered for .38. This is the only weapon she feels she won't run low on anytime soon. Initially, she carried an M4, but spent all of its ammo and lost the gun itself
in a desperate bid to escape a crowd of the dead. There is a modified Ruger SR22 rifle she keeps on her person, recently taken from the corpse of a youth that nearly killed her in his zombified state; however, she's only got empty clips. It's presumed that the hunter went down fighting to the last bullet. She's hoping to come across some ammunition for it soon...Other equipment:
Basic ballistic vest, Army-made; a small utility knife; A large backpack for carrying miscellaneous goods/equipment as well as ammunition: a box of matches and a zippo lighter for a backup that she rarely uses; Pliers, tweezers, a small basic medkit; Canned food, canteen; Two packets of thermite; a handful of magnesium ribbons; two crudely made pipe bombs; PH test strips; a varied assortment of other essentials and toiletries.Likes:
Chocolate(Will take it--NOT steal, though--when found and hoard it), doodling(before the apocalypse--now there is no time for it), dice(she keeps one in a pocket and has a habit of rolling it when idle), sailboats(she wanted to do it one day, but now it seems distant), cooking(she thinks it has a relationship with chemistry)Dislikes:
Children(she resents having to see them grow up with a twisted sense of right and wrong in a world like this.), thieves(only slightly because she's guilty of it herself sometimes), traitors, loud disruptions, ignorant or arrogant people(this crosses over with likes since she can use it as an exploit.)Personality:
Behind the brooding, irritation and mistrust lies a remarkably resourceful young woman, and whether she likes it or not, her type is actually a good fit for this rapidly-shifting world, where not only strength, speed and cunning are in high demand, but adaptability as well. Lacking in one area, she figures, is the quickest and easiest way to die out here. Well, that and not being appropriately armed for the occasion. These combined traits are what's kept her alive so far.