Wednesday, 18 April 2012
07:22:59 PM (GMT)
Full Name: Lilith Erin Vanguard
Nicknames(s): None, but she calls herself Erin, since she doesn't like Lilith
Blood Type: B neg
Ethnicity: White, English
Date of birth: Friday 13th October
Birth place: South England
Current Residence: Chichester, England
Occupation: Used to work as a "Tesco till mong", until the first zombies came. She
then discovered that she had a particular aptitude for killing them.
Hobbies/Pastime: Shooting, killing zombies. Apocolypses don't allow for much free
Talents/Skills: Headshots. She knew Resident Evil would come in handy at some
Karen Vanguard (nee Bird): Mother. Bitten and then shot by her.
Henry Vanguard: Father: Bitten and shot by her. She then stole his jacket.
First memory: Being held by her dad
Back story: She'd been diagnosed with manic depression at sixteen, after her best
friend found her half dead, surrounded by a pool of her own blood. A safe bet that
suicide was attempted. She spent a year at a 'safe house', which was basically a
room with no pointy objects, and a camera, until she was released on the basis that
she hadn't tried killing anything in that time. Mainly because there wasn't anything
to kill, nor anything to kill with, but that was overlooked. Minor details. When
she returned home, however, her life was pretty much the same. She ate only when she
needed to, that is, at the point of collapsing, and hardly turned up for work. She
had irregular sleep patterns, giving her dark circles around her eyes, but somehow,
the wonders of make-up covered all that she needed to cover, and nobody noticed. Or
if they did, they didn't care enough to say anything.
A week before her 18th birthday, her parents were out, and she rifled through the
kitchen cabinets, collecting numerous pills and drugs. Arms and pockets full, she
took them to her room, turned off the lights, and closed the curtains, and lay out
the pills in a circle around her. She sat cross legged in the middle, a bottle of
water by her side, and worked her way around. Taking one pill every minute. After
13, she fought the urge to be sick over the carpet, and took a drink of water to
steady herself. After 66 minutes, she started coughing. Her sight had disolved to
black and white, execpt for the specks of red that spattered her hand as she coughed.
5 more pills, and she passed out.
She awoke on what she assumed to be her birthday, and, according to her phone, had
been sorely missed at work. Heading downstairs, she found her mother, newly
zombified by her father, and shot them both. In the head. Headshot x 2. She could
have got 100gold for that, if she was in Resident Evil....
Build: Fit, and strong. She wouldn't let herself get fat. Ever. In a billion
Body study: Youwhat?
Skin: Pale, but grubby. Baths are tricky to come by in a zombie apocolypse too.
Hair: Dark brown, slightly red. Shoulder length, curly. Side fringe on the left
Tattoos/Scars: Lots of scars and cuts, but no tattoos.
Left/Right Handed: Right
Distinguishing Features: Scars, otherwise, none.
How does s/he dress: Grey skinny jeans, purple vest top, leather gloves.
Occaisionally her father's hunting jacket.
Accessories: A stripy glove under the leather one on her right hand. No reason.
Mannerism/Pose/Movement: Survival instints have started kicking in now, so
everything she does usually has a reason.
Health: Good, considering she's one of the few humans left...
Medical Disorders: Fairly sane. A little disturbed, maybe, but no one's there to
declare her insane.
Voice: Monotonous. Sarcastic. Fairly deep for a girl, but not Batman deep.
What does this character think/feel about:
Marriage: "Find someone for me to marry..."
Children: "Er, in this world?"
Sex: "Waste of time."
Love: "No time- zombies."
Homosexuality: "Meh, if you swing that way..."
The opposite sex: "Wimps... I walked in on one hiding under a table yesterday.
Yeah, 'cause that's gonna save you!"
Politics: "I think I SHOULD BE QUEEN."
Religion: "Zombie Jesus? Still a zombie..." *boom*
Science: "It made gunpower, right?"
Drugs and alcohol: "Well, if I find some...."
Killing/Murder: "They're already dead... Oh, except that one guy... and his
Life: "OOH, THAT'S ME!"
Personality: "Brains? No, I asked 'How are you'?"
Intellectual/Mental/Personality Attributes and Attitudes
Secret desires: She doesn't really have any... She's just trying to stay alive.
How do they express themselves?: She'll tell the truth. However much it hurts.
Most at ease when: With a gun.
Mental/Social Strengths: She's very stubborn.
Personality/Mental/Social Flaws: Has a reluctant weakness for cute things. Bloody
Greatest Fear: Becoming one of them. Death is a far more attractive option.
Insecurities: In a world where everyone else is dead and portions of your mind have
been lost, insecurities aren't really an issue...
Likes and Dislikes
Likes: Weaponry. Running, knives.
Dislikes: Dead things that continue to move.
Colour/s: Dark purple
Clothing: What she usually wears. Especially her gloves.
Food/drinks: Anything she can get her hands on. Anything edible, that is.
Animal: Anything that won't try to kill her. Which leaves pretty much goldfish.
Clothing: Skirts or dresses. So impractical
Food/drinks: Snacks. She can't really afford to be picky.
Animal: Most that try to kill her.
Motto/Personal quote: Her: "Dude, I just blew your brains out... You can see
them! STOP ATTACKING ME!"
Most prized possessions: The knife she... borrowed... from her father
Marital status: Single
First crush: Heron Fiennes. Turned out to be a dick, as most first crushes do.
Best Friends: (later) Daniela
Friends: None, well, they're all dead.
Last edited: 18 April 2012