Michelle 'Chelle' De VriesAge:
Always into sports, namely soccer, Michelle has the typical frame of an athlete. Her body is lithe and small, with not a whole lot in the chest department to speak of. Her years of training and playing have chiseled her body into an ideal shape. (34B - 24 - 32) Green eyes, naturally strawberry blonde hair, rather short at 5'2", deceptively gentle features.Personality:
Michelle had been a rather warm spirit before the crisis, if not a bit arrogant considering her love for soccer. That hasn't changed a whole lot since she's been on the run and surviving for the last two years, but now the girl has developed a sort of edge. It's hard for her to trust people right off the bat, as everyone else seems to be looking out for themselves. At times, Michelle gets a little depressed, wondering why she should just bother trying to live in this scary world.Skills:
Before the outbreak, Michelle was known for her studious tendencies, and her skill on the pitch. Her fitness and calculating, analyzing eye carried over, though she has lost the will to really read a textbook. Using the same pistol and other weapons over the last couple of years, she has become proficient enough with them to be comfortable. Can drive, too. History:
Michelle was born into a well-off family; a mother, a father, an older brother and a dog! Settled in Detroit, Michigan, things came easy in her life with no real struggles to speak of. As early as she can remember, she's been strapping cleats to her feet and kicking around spherical objects. She got so good at it, in fact, that a university was willing to pay her way through school if she kept doing it. No complaints there.
Upon moving to New York's Columbia University, her brother decided that she needed a parting gift. This parting gift was a Colt M1911A, a modern model. He said something about the neighbourhoods there being rather... inhospitable. Coming off the streets of Detroit really made her wonder what he could possibly be talking about, but it was already purchased and registered under her name, so no point in denying it.
The soccer starlet had been in university for one year before the outbreak truly made itself known to her and the entire world. At first she had grouped with a few of the girls in her soccer team and some other stragglers, but a few weeks and zombie attacks later, they had all eventually turned. Whether or not she or anyone else had killed them, the images of their deformed, unrecognizable faces and bodies had more or less hardened Michelle. It had given her the will to survive and see the end of this blight, but two years later... she was starting to lose it.Flaws:
Like most other survivors, Michelle doesn't have very much faith in the human race as a whole anymore. Trusting is hard to do. She has also had a diminished will to even try and fight, thinking that this life of 'Bang, dead zombie' is getting old and will not end. Michelle also isn't very good at roughing it, making her times on the road filled with cans and cold. Would rather spend the night in a gas station at the edge of town rather than a safe haven in the middle of nowhere. Not exactly the best idea, but she's still alive, right?
Additional Information: Michelle has a killer right foot, which gave her the captaincy of her soccer team as well as choice free kick and spot kick taker. Playing keep up is something that keeps her sane and she even had a ball in the back of her Honda Accord, until she ran out of gas. Definitely hasn't had sex in awhile, and is not opposed to either gender (Whether that is from her times spent in the girl locker room or just a lack of intimacy lately, she wasn't telling). Oh, and http://theoatmeal.com/comics/zombie_how