[center][h3][b][color=23D5B7]Beatrice Decker[/color][/b][/h3][color=23D5B7]{[/color]"The world's always been this fucked up. People only just started to notice."[color=23d5b7]}[/color][/center]
Roleplays: [list][*][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/91786-the-walking-dead-year-three/ic]The Walking Dead: Year Five[/url]
[*][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/159317-the-horrors-of-coventry-chapter-2/ic]The Horrors of Coventry[/url] (NPC)[/list]
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[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=23D5B7][center]Beatrice Decker[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[center][img]https://s4.postimg.io/8uy8em5vx/lyndsy_fonseca.jpg[/img][/center]
[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=23D5B7][center]Character Summary[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=23D5B7]Name:[/color][/b] Beatrice Jane Decker
[b][color=23D5B7]Aliases:[/color][/b] Trice, Trixie, Deck 'Em Decker, Double Decker [i](hates)[/i], Lizzie Borden, Melanie Stone
[b][color=23D5B7]Age:[/color][/b] 30
[b][color=23D5B7]Birthday:[/color][/b] September 10th
[b][color=23D5B7]Ethnicity:[/color][/b] Caucasian 
[b][color=23D5B7]Birth Place:[/color][/b] Justice, California
[b][color=23D5B7]Location:[/color][/b] Coney Island
[b][color=23D5B7]Gender:[/color][/b] Female
[b][color=23D5B7]Major/Minor:[/color][/b] Criminology (Pre-Law Track)
[b][color=23D5B7]Occupation:[/color][/b] Process Server
[b][color=23D5B7]Languages:[/color][/b] English, Spanish (fluent in both)
[hr][center][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzpl68zim91r6fzito1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][h3][b][i][color=23D5B7][center]Appearance[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=23D5B7]Height:[/color][/b] 5'5"
[b][color=23D5B7]Weight:[/color][/b] 136 pounds
[b][color=23D5B7]Build:[/color][/b] Athletic
[b][color=23D5B7]Eyes:[/color][/b] Blue-green grey
[b][color=23D5B7]Hair:[/color][/b] Warm brown
[b][color=23D5B7]Skin Tone:[/color][/b] Fair
[b][color=23D5B7]Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:[/color][/b] Small scarring on her back from fights as a kid, a birthmark on her left knee, bullet wound scar on her left thigh, medium sized scar on her upper left arm
[hr][center][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzn27zAMyW1r6fzito1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][h3][b][i][color=23D5B7][center]Psychology[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[i][color=23D5B7][center]Resourceful * Judgmental * Patient * Emotionally Guarded * Intuitive * Sarcastic[/center][/color][/i]

[b][color=23D5B7]Sexuality:[/color][/b] Bisexual 
[b][color=23D5B7]Relationship Status:[/color][/b] Single
[b][color=23D5B7]Personality:[/color][/b] Beatrice has a bit of a dry sense of humor. She isn't the one to be giving seething remarks every moment, instead delivering humor in almost a deadpan voice. She doesn't shout and doesn't draw too much attention to herself, but that doesn't mean she isn't judging everyone else. She judges harshly and holds grudges tightly, causing her to dislike a fair amount of people. She's also extremely clever, able to pick up a trail and continue on with it, even when most others would've been stumped. Her skill and intuition cause Beatrice to often get "funny feelings" about situations, and more often than not, her gut is correct. She's incredibly patient, able to sit and wait for hours, without wanting to jump out of her skin. 

While originally she held everyone at an arm's length away from her, faking friendship and keeping her emotional distance, she has been recently tentatively venturing into the territory of making true friends. Push for friendship and it will never happen with Beatrice. Yet after her experiences in Newnan, she isn't so certain if she can live to just survive anymore. The people she fights and survive with - they've become her people. And while she will likely never verbally confirm that, she'd at least risk serious personal harm for them. Maybe even her own death. She isn't too sure on that, but the very notion that it's possible that she could...It terrifies her. She's never felt that way before in her life. 

[b][color=23D5B7]Habits:[/color][/b] Whistling, biting her lip
[b][color=23D5B7]Hobbies:[/color][/b] Knitting [no success, learning], lying to strangers, roller skating 
[b][color=23D5B7]Fears:[/color][/b]
[list][*]Her birthparents 
[*]Drug addiction
[*]Burial in an unmarked grave
[*]Getting close to someone in a romantic manner[/list]
[b][color=23D5B7]Likes:[/color][/b]
[list][*]Physical altercations 
[*]DIY projects (largely unsuccessful)
[*]Cats
[*]Horror films 
[*]Running
[*]Exploring[/list]
[b][color=23D5B7]Dislikes:[/color][/b]
[list][*]Womanizers 
[*]Romance 
[*]Serving papers in custody disputes 
[*]Drug addicts
[*]Broken Air Conditioning Units
[*]Starry eyed young girls who move to California to [i]find themselves[/i][/list][hr][center][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltpjj44WMI1qiaws4o1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][h3][b][i][color=23D5B7][center]Cards On The Table[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=23D5B7]Pre Outbreak Skills:[/color][/b]
[list]
[*]Criminology 
[*]Hand-to-Hand Combat
[*]Disguise
[*]Tracking/Stalking
[*]Running
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[b][color=23D5B7]Post Outbreak Skills:[/color][/b]
[list]
[*]Pistol
[*]Stamina
[*]Shelter Construction 
[*]Scavenging 
[*]Climbing 
[*]Bow
[*]Hunting
[*]Tank Gunner Amateur
[*]Water Purification
[*]Redneck Amputee Engineering 
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[b][color=23D5B7]Current Supplies:[/color][/b]   
[list]
[*]Current Clothing - 1 thong, 1 t-shirt bra, 1 yellow spaghetti strap tank top, 1 white tank top, 1 pair acid wash jeans, 1 daisy printed vinyl belt, 1 pair tennis socks, pair of running shoes
[*]1 Can Unopened SpaghettiO's
[*]Bear Archery Compact Bow
[*]10 carbon arrows
[*]Belt quiver with leg strap
[*]Hammer
[*]Plastic package (Has plastic knife, fork, spoon, salt and pepper packets, and 1 napkin in it)
[*]Bottle of aspirin - 16 left in it
[*]Brown canvas pack
[*]3' rope - single strand - 50lb max weight
[*]1 rolled up tarp
[*]3 Tampons - Ultra
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[hr][center][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/928b85e30f34bf70e356b9c6cd1e2eeb/tumblr_inline_mki7t73dpj1rooebp.gif[/img][/center][hr][h3][b][i][color=23D5B7][center]History[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=23D5B7]Your First Walker Encounter:[/color][/b] Beatrice had been hired by an anxious mother, as her child had gone missing. She tracked down the missing daughter to Coney Island. Beatrice rented a room, and as she was planning out her strategy to make contact with the missing daughter, she heard a gigantic thud coming from the next room. When Beatrice entered to investigate, she found one of the other lodgers dead on the floor, clutching his chest. He had died of a heart attack. And before she even managed to call for the police, he was back up on his feet again, trying to bite her. A few shots later from her .9 mm, and he was down. 

[b][color=23D5B7]History Before Outbreak[/color][/b] Beatrice's parents were slumming it out in Justice, taking to the shadows. The pair of them had run away, claiming that it was true love, at the age of 17. It didn't take too long for them to fall in with the wrong crowd, pumping themselves full of whatever kind of drug they could find. It was a miracle that when Beatrice was born she didn't have any sort of birth defects. The young couple was only eighteen years old and their conception of a decent babysitter was their drug dealer. 

When Beatrice was three years old, Child Protective Services seized her, removing her from the cesspool of inequity her parents called home. She was bounced from foster home to foster home, with her parents hardly bothering with her. They would usually send her a birthday card, but the main issue was they could never remember when her birthday was. Beatrice never cared to correct them. She was too focused on learning how to survive in the dark and gritty city, getting into fights frequently with the other children. 

By the time Beatrice was fifteen, rather than bouncing from home to home, she was bouncing from home to juvi to home. Some of the crimes she actually committed--others were pinned on her by the other children. But that was perhaps the best year of her life. Rather than sending her to another home in Justice, Beatrice was sent to a small town in Northeastern California. Getting away from the violent city did wonders for her. She concentrated on her studies, having a sharp upward trend throughout high school. She began to live, rather than just survive. 

Her foster parents adopted her, a lonely couple unable to have children of their own. They walked Beatrice through the process of applying to college, and she eventually attended a state university. Studying Pre-Law, Beatrice wasn't really certain what she wanted to do. It was in her final year that Beatrice realized she likely wasted her education, as she had no intention of being a lawyer. She missed the thrill one could get from living in Justice, and did a bit of research into what she could use her degree for. 

Combined with her legal knowledge and excellent capacity for violence, Beatrice became a process server. She moved back to Justice after graduating college, her foster family being kind enough to pay off her loans. Establishing herself as a slightly unorthodox process server, Beatrice was more truthfully a professional stalker who plays tag with legal paperwork. On occasion, she was asked to find people for a general purpose, though that business is run under the table. 

[b][color=23D5B7]History Since Outbreak:[/color][/b] Beatrice tried her best to rush back home to California, where at least there would be people that she trusted. Instead, she ended up traveling with a group of misfits in New York, moving from secluded houses in the countryside as an effort to avoid the walkers. This worked while the weather was warm, but New England weather is merciless. Come January, about half of the members in the group died, not from walkers, but from the elements. 

Beatrice and the survivors, figuring they couldn't last another winter, started heading down south. They stayed in the woods if they could, with abandoned farm houses being a particular favorite. The little community had an occasional loss from a walker ambush, but they managed to stay mostly in tact, with members teaching each other the secrets they had picked up. But they didn't have much in the way of medical knowledge, instead raiding the stores for DayQuill whenever they could, as it was all they could do. 

It was in Georgia, two years after the outbreak, that things started to fall apart. Infighting tore the group in half, as people had started to fall in love--and then violently out of love. The group disintegrated, half opting to head west, and the others remaining in place. Beatrice, as much as she wanted to return to California, ended up stuck in the group staying in Georgia. 

She didn't stay with the splintered group for more than another year. She was one of the better trained members in the group, for when it came to dealing with conflict. And she had become quite good friends with one of the group members, thinking of him like a little brother. But as the temperatures rose, so did the tempers. Her only friend ended up shot in a drunken argument, and that same night, Beatrice left the group under the cover of darkness. She's been scavenging her way through Georgia now, wandering almost aimlessly. If she finds another refugee group of people she can trust, that's great. And if not, it doesn't matter too much for her. As long as she's still breathing. 

[hr][center][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/c1c0f55b303a334862f6078f129ec5d4/tumblr_inline_mki7crFDIN1rooebp.gif[/img][/center][hr][h3][b][i][color=23D5B7][center]Extras[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=23D5B7]Character Quote:[/color][/b] [list][*]"The world was always like this - the walkers just made people stop pretending to be something they're not."
[*]"Maybe it's time that I try to live and not just survive..."
[*]"You can run, but there's nowhere in the world where you can hide."[/list][b][color=23D5B7]Theme Song:[/color][/b] Heathens - Twenty One Pilots
[b][color=23D5B7]How Many Walkers Have You Killed:[/color][/b] 11
[b][color=23D5B7]How Many People Have You Killed:[/color][/b] 3
[b][color=23D5B7]Why:[/color][/b] Either they died, or she died. She made her decision.
[b][color=23D5B7]Anything Else:[/color][/b][list][*][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4099686]The Walking Dead[/url]
[*]Type O Negative Blood[/list]

[sub][color=ed1c24]*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.[/color][/sub][/hider]