Post by sasha on May 10, 2009 18:14:10 GMT -5
Sasha Grawl . x ;;
ooc nickname: Sasha =]
age: 17
years rping: A half
character's full name: Sasha Diana Grawl
nicknames: Sassy, Sasha
age: 17
marital status: Single
Clean or Infected: Clean
Affiliation: Risker
appearance:
personality: Sasha is sweet happy going cheerful type of person. Not many things can get her down, but when they do they brought hell to their front door. If she is aggrivated she will become a ruthless killer her eye only on the person and any near and dear ones to her targets heart. Few people know how to tick her off that bad though.
likes:
(5 minimun; no max)
- Clean Humans
- Hunting
- Girls(Lesbian)
- Anything Cute
- The old world
dislikes:
(5 minimum; no max)
- Infected
- Death
- Family
- Concieted People
- Birds
hobbies
(5 minimum; no max)
- Hunting
- Dating
- Going out with friends/girlfriend
- Playing sports
- Drinking
strengths:
(3 minimum; no max)
- Skilled shooter
- Problem Solver
- Quick
weaknesses:
(3 minimum; no max)
- Dislikes many people
- Doesn't think when angry
- Very emotional
family:
- Mom-clean
- Dad-infected
- Brother-dead
job: Protector
history: Sasha used to be the fun happy going type of girl before this outbreak happened. Then one day when her family was trying to make it to a near by village to escape the infected a group attacked them. Sasha watched as they attacked their dad and brother. Her dad sacrificed himself to save Sasha and her mother, as they ran her dad through his gun to Sasha. She was to late to shoot her dad he was already infected. But she shot her brother watching his blood get spilled before he could be changed. Sasha ran away with her mother feeling hate towards the infected, the only thing she wanted to acomplish in life is to kill every last one of those bloodsuckers. She now lives in a small town with her mom, she guards the cities gate waiting for one of the infected to show their face just once.
sample post:
Sasha stood at the towns gate swinging her gun around her finger. The memories of her brother and father being attacked replayed in her head. She looked out into the distance spotting a small black crow a hundred yards away. A smirk grew on her face as she raised the gun up and fired in a quick second. A screech from the bird called and Sasha chuckled. Such a sadistic person, when only years ago she was the happiest person in the world...
other: I love antibiotics
