Post by Queen-of-Horror on Apr 13, 2020 21:26:30 GMT -5
Name: Rebecca Cross, Bec
Age: 20
Date of Birth: 3/13/2009
Place of Birth: New Orleans
Blood Type: Unknown
Residence: Apartment in the city
Organization: White Rabbit
Occupation: Co-Leader of White Rabbit
Nature: Rebecca has lived in the Dead Zone for as long as she could remember. She and her father lived in a community meaning her interactions with outsiders were few and far apart, when it came to dealing with people she held them at arms length because they were either out to steal supplies or going to try and fuck her over.
Temperament: Hot headed yet calm
Character Strengths: Rebecca is strong willed and hard to break, she has a high IQ when it comes to survival and out smarting her enemies on the field despite often being the smaller person.
Personality Flaws: Her temper tends to distance her from others and her demeanor is rough when it comes down to speaking to those around her who she doesn't know or dislikes.
Classification: Enhanced Human
Body Type: Athletic
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 127lbs
Hair Color: Red-brown
Eye Color: Green
Distinguishing Marks: Freckles and prominent scar on her right eyebrow
Physical Capabilities: Being somehow enhanced by birth she has heightened awareness, speed, and strength. The true limits to these abilities are untested but she has been known to go days without sleep in the field hunting, and more so recently has taken out a unit of armed guards one on fifteen with no assistance.
Bodily Limitations: Unknown
Appearance:
Born in the apocalypse, lived in the dead zone, what more is there to say about a backwoods girl living under her fathers keen eye?
She was without a mother for her entire life, by 13 she was a foul mouthed angry girl who barely let her father lecture her let alone take shit from anyone. A raid by a bandit camp that set their compound back and sent her and her father out into the dead zone alone changed her attitude. For days she and her old man had to survive zombies, bio-weapons, and other ass hole raiders. It was then she learned what it meant to be White Rabbit, what it meant to be the apex of survival.
It didn't last though, her father was bitten, she was bitten. As her father degraded she did not, he spent his last days still fighting for her safety, walking her from the cusp of New Orleans to Bolder, Colorado. His medications didn't last as they made it to Colorado and he succumbed to the T-Virus, she pleaded for him to get up but he did not, at first. The gnarling mess of a man lifted off his feet lunging at her and a single gunshot ended her father before her very eyes.
"Girl," said a rough voice, "are you okay?"
Rebecca spent the years raised by an unknown stranger, protected in a community of other strangers, yet they would eventually call each other family. She stuck by this mans side through the thick of it, she was his support in a time when even grown men couldn't save themselves. In return her helped her grow, he helped her become a survivor, a hunter, and a weapon.
Life in the Dead Zone wasn't impossible, as long as you had people watching your back and a community to defend you as you lived your life. There were plenty of people to love and plenty to survive with and yet the tides were slowly turning as things began to change. More raiders, more bandits, more mercenaries, they were coming through the dead zone more often as the herds were thinned.
One fateful day changed her life...
"After her!"
There was a full unit of fifteen chasing her, all of them wearing black uniforms, full helmets, face masks, red eyes. The H.A.D.E.S. emblem was strong on their back. She was rushing through the forest full speed, they were definitely having trouble keeping up with her and she would disappear in the brush. Two of them were caught at the knee by a vine tripping them both and there was two gunshots.
The men came across a cabin as they continued on, "she's in there!"
One of the wounded men said, he had been ambushed a bit ago and was holding his shoulder when a rifle round blew his eye out from behind, the bullet hit the soldier in front of him in the face causing him to recoil backwards as his face mask caught the bullet. She could hear them swearing as they opened fire on the cabin but she was long gone from her perch as the bullets riddled the window. One of the men stepped on something as they advanced and it clicked, suddenly an explosion went off and he and the men were caught in the nail bomb as they were torn to shreds and sent flying by the explosion.
"Who the fuck is this bit-" an ax hit the man in the throat, he hadn't noticed her sliding through the brush, the ax pulled from his throat and slammed straight down into the center of anothers face mask, the men who moved ahead of them were completely unaware of what transpired on their flank. She retrieved one of the M4s and was walking behind them without saying anything displaying trigger discipline to make sure there were no more than the three ahead of her.
When certain she pulled the trigger doming one on the right from behind then the one on the left as he turned, the one in the middle ran forward and dove behind cover. She immediately began sprinting toward him and threw the M4 aside and pulled her knife off her belt, as he peeked the corner with his rifle drawn she grabbed it and ripped it from his grip and slid over the wood stack pulling him by his wrist into her Triangle choke and began stabbing him over and over again in the throat with her knife.
"YOU FUCKED WITH THE WRONG BITCH MOTHER FUCKER!"
She was sitting there now, the blood dripping off her hands as someone slowly approached.
"What are you doing kiddo," asked the man.
She slowly looked up at him, "I'm going to kill, every one of them."
The man nodded his head, "I ain't lettin' you do this on your own."
Rebecca stood up, she grabbed her knife and wiped the blood onto her jeans and slid it into the holster and looked up to him, "then help me find my mother."
She and the old man were standing in a graveyard looking down at a grave, the words written across it, WHITE RABBIT, just one day after the shooting of the President...
There was a full unit of fifteen chasing her, all of them wearing black uniforms, full helmets, face masks, red eyes. The H.A.D.E.S. emblem was strong on their back. She was rushing through the forest full speed, they were definitely having trouble keeping up with her and she would disappear in the brush. Two of them were caught at the knee by a vine tripping them both and there was two gunshots.
The men came across a cabin as they continued on, "she's in there!"
One of the wounded men said, he had been ambushed a bit ago and was holding his shoulder when a rifle round blew his eye out from behind, the bullet hit the soldier in front of him in the face causing him to recoil backwards as his face mask caught the bullet. She could hear them swearing as they opened fire on the cabin but she was long gone from her perch as the bullets riddled the window. One of the men stepped on something as they advanced and it clicked, suddenly an explosion went off and he and the men were caught in the nail bomb as they were torn to shreds and sent flying by the explosion.
"Who the fuck is this bit-" an ax hit the man in the throat, he hadn't noticed her sliding through the brush, the ax pulled from his throat and slammed straight down into the center of anothers face mask, the men who moved ahead of them were completely unaware of what transpired on their flank. She retrieved one of the M4s and was walking behind them without saying anything displaying trigger discipline to make sure there were no more than the three ahead of her.
When certain she pulled the trigger doming one on the right from behind then the one on the left as he turned, the one in the middle ran forward and dove behind cover. She immediately began sprinting toward him and threw the M4 aside and pulled her knife off her belt, as he peeked the corner with his rifle drawn she grabbed it and ripped it from his grip and slid over the wood stack pulling him by his wrist into her Triangle choke and began stabbing him over and over again in the throat with her knife.
"YOU FUCKED WITH THE WRONG BITCH MOTHER FUCKER!"
She was sitting there now, the blood dripping off her hands as someone slowly approached.
"What are you doing kiddo," asked the man.
She slowly looked up at him, "I'm going to kill, every one of them."
The man nodded his head, "I ain't lettin' you do this on your own."
Rebecca stood up, she grabbed her knife and wiped the blood onto her jeans and slid it into the holster and looked up to him, "then help me find my mother."
She and the old man were standing in a graveyard looking down at a grave, the words written across it, WHITE RABBIT, just one day after the shooting of the President...