Weeeeeee~ So excited. :D Thank you!
I'm also gonna work on my backup character like you've suggested. >.>
I'm also gonna work on my backup character like you've suggested. >.>
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Lorna Dunn
Character Summary
Name: Lorna Monroe Dunn
Aliases: Elma, Dee, Lore, Gunny.
Age: 34
Birthday: April 1st
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Charleston, South Carolina
Location: Beaufort, South Carolina
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: N/A â Military Career
Occupation: US Marine Corps Gunnery Sergeant
Languages: English and Russian
Appearance
Height: 5â9â
Weight: 132lbs
Build: Athletic and muscular, body fit for a marine
Eyes: Lighter side of blue
Hair: Dirty drab mix of brown and red tones
Skin Tone: Tanned side of fairer skin
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: No current piercings but formerly had pierced navel, ears and nose. Curved scar on her left forefinger pre-outbreak from a cooking accident, oval shaped scar on her left forearm from breaking up a bar fight in her earlier military days, small scar at the outer tip of her right eyebrow and various other minor scars on her legs and arms from military training. She has a small letter tattoo behind her left ear, curving around it. The letters are USMC. She has another small letter tattoo behind her right ear, curving in the same way as her USMC with the letters DNAL. Both tattoos have the same font style.
Psychology
Strong Willed * Hot-headed * Protective * Suspicious
Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Lorna is a tough cookie who knows what she wants and works her ass off to get it. She was never a fan of the classroom environment and is much more comfortable learning skills hands on or from a book in her own time. She is fiercely loyal and protective of those she deems worthy of her time. Her strong will stops her from listening to reason from those she feels are unworthy but if she holds any love in her heart for you then she will follow you to the ends of the earth and back again.
Her will is very hard to break and she can hold her own in a fight but prefers to talk things out unless the need for violence arises which is sometimes more often than not thanks to her hot-headed nature. Sheâs not a very trusting person so if she trusts you quickly after meeting her then you should feel honoured. Usually it takes months before she lets her walls down to a new person.
She has an extremely organised mind which means she likes to plan ahead and consider every situation that could possibly arise. However, in this new world that everyone has found themselves thrust into it isnât always possible. She can easily take the lead of a situation but is just as happy to take orders if she feels someone is more capable than herself. Although they still need to prove themselves worthy to Lorna so just because she listens and perhaps obeys, it doesnât mean she respects you. Her respect must be earned.
Habits: She swears like a trooper and has resting bitch face so sometimes sheâll widen her eyes and roll them to loosen her face up, she sucks her teeth and slightly pouts her lips when sheâs trying not to get angry, she gently rubs her thumbnails with her forefingers when sheâs thinking about something.
Hobbies: Kendo and parkour
Fears: (Other than infection and an early death.)
- Being pinned down/tied up to the extent that she cannot move at all.
- Letting the wrong person get too close to the group.
- Birds. She fucking hates birds.
Likes:
- Fresh fruit. She misses fruit more than hot showers.
- Hot showers.
- Learning new skills.
- Climbing.
- Heights.
- Big. Fucking. Blades. Knives, swords, machetes. If it has a blade, sheâll love it.
Dislikes:
- Birds. Fuck birds.
- Coffee. She hated it before the outbreak and whenever she comes across some rotten coffee grinds the smell makes her want to hurl.
- Not being able to provide for her group.
- People not pulling their own weight.
- Liars.
- Ice.
Cards On The Table
Pre Outbreak Skills:
- Field Survival
- Physical Fitness
- Armed Combat (Primarily with machine guns, pistols and rifles)
- Hand-to-Hand Combat (Including basic Marine knife fighting training)
- Samurai sword/katana (from Kendo)
Post Outbreak Skills:
- Parkour (Skilled) (Knew pre-outbreak but became more proficient with time and practice post-outbreak)
- Close Quarter Knife Fighting (Taught by a former group mate - Calvin)
- Scavenging
- Shotgun (Taught by a former group member that ran a farm - Trevor)
- Machete (Taught by a former group member that was more familiar with the blade type - Calvin)
Current Supplies:
- Current Clothing â Scuffed up marine combat trousers, dirty (formerly) white tank top, worn out underwear, hole ridden socks, marine combat boots, worn out brown waist length leather jacket with a broken zip, tattered marine skip cap, leather body holster for her pistol, broken pair of aviator sunglasses that hang from the neck of her vest top and fingerless tan leather driving gloves.
- Her dog tags
- .45 calibre M1911 Pistol (5 bullets)
- Katana (Strapped on her back)
- USMC Sawback Machete Tanto Blade (Needs sharpened and kept on her left hip.)
- Backpack
- Swiss army knife
- Water canteen (Quarter full)
- Food that remains for sharing with the group (Stored inside the backpack â two cans of food, stale crackers, and three small bits of dried squirrel meat)
- Survival Kit (Mostly gone. All major medical supplies are gone â Remaining: 2ft fine wire, flint, whetstone, three matches, some cotton wool and 3ft of gauze)
History
Your First Walker Encounter:
The news had been going on for days and days about some illness or other that was sweeping the nation. Lorna, as suspicious as ever, wondered what was going on and why the epidemic hadnât been responded to yet. She was on edge and felt like the brass were keeping people in the dark to something bigger. Lorna was currently under confinement due to the court martial that was headed her way after âshowing disrespectâ to a superior officer and was pretty cut off from the usual channels of communication.
That was until one of the guards, Hanks, came busting into the confinement block and began unlocking all the doors and shouting something about the dead and get them in the head. Lorna being utterly perplexed peered out of her cell and saw everyone else looking just as confused as she was. It was only a moment before the first screams were heard in the block. Some malformed beast had its teeth sunk right into the arm of one of the other marines due for court martial, Lennox. He was punching this thing in the head but it didnât stop. He shoved it away and ran past it only to be met by two more that quickly sank their teeth into his neck and chest. She was in shock, she hadnât seen anything like this before and it took her a minute before she realised that she had to get moving.
Knowing that this was not the place to be; she ran out the unblocked door that Hanks had left behind him and made her way towards the armoury. This was definitely not the time to be without a weapon.
That was until one of the guards, Hanks, came busting into the confinement block and began unlocking all the doors and shouting something about the dead and get them in the head. Lorna being utterly perplexed peered out of her cell and saw everyone else looking just as confused as she was. It was only a moment before the first screams were heard in the block. Some malformed beast had its teeth sunk right into the arm of one of the other marines due for court martial, Lennox. He was punching this thing in the head but it didnât stop. He shoved it away and ran past it only to be met by two more that quickly sank their teeth into his neck and chest. She was in shock, she hadnât seen anything like this before and it took her a minute before she realised that she had to get moving.
Knowing that this was not the place to be; she ran out the unblocked door that Hanks had left behind him and made her way towards the armoury. This was definitely not the time to be without a weapon.
History Before Outbreak:
Lorna was an overly active and easily distracted child. She grew up in Charleston, South Carolina with her parents and her brother, who was three years older than she was. Her father, Duncan, was of Scottish descent but had been born and bred in SC and his whole family had been military so it wasnât a surprise that he turned out to be a US Marine. Her mother, Nina, was originally from Kazan in Russia but she and her father met in a bar when she came to America to study Chemistry. It was a âlove at first sightâ story according to her father and a âchased me until I gave inâ story according to her mother. Lorna used to laugh at them when theyâd argue over what kind of love story they had. It was one of her favourite stories about them.
Lorna and her brother, Alec, had the typical big brother/little sister relationship. They fought, they loved, they hated, they cuddled; you know the one. Everything was great at home, apart from their dad being gone so much for work but he was working for them, so it was okay. That was until one day when Nina died suddenly at home. It was an aneurysm in her brain. There was nothing that anyone could have done to prevent it unfortunately. Lorna was only nine years old. Her father, Duncan, was already the sole bread winner and couldnât afford to just quit his job.
Instead of them moving homes and schools, Lornaâs father decided to hire a live-in nanny for them. The nanny was called Helen and she was nice enough but a little lazy in the upbringing side of things. Lornaâs dad was unaware of the situation but Lornaâs academic standards dropped drastically and she refused to pay attention in class. The school was more forgiving than they might have been on others simply because she had lost her mother and her father was in the military and away from home. They knew that Helen was classed as their guardian and made her aware of the situation and even sent letters home for Lornaâs dad to read when he got home but he somehow never got them. This went on for almost two years.
Just when things seemed to be going poorly for Lorna, her father was medically discharged from the US Marines when she was due to be finishing Middle School. Her father never did share the reason why he was discharged, just that he wasnât dying and that should be a good enough answer. As curious as she was, she knew better than to push the boundaries with her father and left well enough alone.
It was after his discharge that he noticed just how badly that Lorna was doing in school compared to her brother who was a straight A student. He took it upon himself to drive more discipline into Lornaâs life, hoping that it would help to focus her attentions. It was fortunate that he found out how much she was struggling. Of course, when her father was discharged this meant that Helen was no longer required to deal with the upbringing of the children but her father did not dismiss her. This annoyed Lorna but she knew better than to question.
Her father enrolled her in Kendo classes and started to take a much more hands on role in the lives of his children. Lorna loved her Kendo classes and started doing a lot of extra-curricular clubs to keep herself active and fit. This greatly helped Lorna and she started to excel in her classes throughout the rest of her education. When it came to the time for her to think of colleges, she looked to her brother who had decided to learn Aeronautical Engineering before joining the military like their father. He knew that she wasnât one for school learning and that her good grades through High School were only for their fatherâs sake. He told her to do what she really wanted to do.
Over the years since her fatherâs discharge she had grown much closer with him and she realised that what she wanted to do was make her father proud. It was then that she decided to join the US Marines. Her father didnât say much when she told him her plans, he just gave her a curt and silent nod. She was seventeen years old when she enlisted.
The initial twelve week training for her was going to be on Parris Island in Beaufort, SC which worked well for Lorna as it meant she could visit her family on her downtime. She worked hard and fast to make sure she was accepted and she excelled in the 12 week recruit training. She was accepted into the US Marines and worked her way up the ranks as best as she could. She had no time for distractions so romances were very low on her list of priorities. She preferred to focus on her work, training and her newfound interest of parkour that she discovered two years into her military career.
Despite her hot-headed nature, Lorna had a pretty clean record in her military career. She was given a warning when she was 21 for being involved in a bar fight but that was only because it then came to light that she was trying to break the bar fight up. She even got a broken shot glass stabbed into her left arm for her troubles.
It wasnât until she had just been promoted to Gunnery Sergeant in the Corps two months prior that her record would become tarnished. One of her superior officers, a Master Gunnery Sergeant had called her to his office with the promise of talks about advancement plans for her career. Well the only advancements made were his hands on her thigh and then subsequently her fist into his face. Her hot-headed nature had taken over at this point because she was accustomed to this behaviour out in bars and she had rarely let anyone into her life in that capacity for more than a few months at a time. Her first reaction was always to hit first, ask later when a guy grabbed her on nights out.
She immediately regretted just punching her superior but she knew it was too late to apologise. She had broken his nose and that was going to be hard for him to explain to his wife. He had her court martialled for her insubordination which, considering the circumstances, could have been much worse. She was placed into confinement and was to await her trial. She hated that she would be disappointing her dad but he was aware of the situation and told her that she hadnât been hard enough on her superior and that he still needed a swift kick in the rear.
It was horrible waiting for her punishment while she wasnât allowed to defend herself or do anything but as life would have it this was going to be the least of her troubles. A whole new load of shit was about to hit the proverbial fan.
Lorna and her brother, Alec, had the typical big brother/little sister relationship. They fought, they loved, they hated, they cuddled; you know the one. Everything was great at home, apart from their dad being gone so much for work but he was working for them, so it was okay. That was until one day when Nina died suddenly at home. It was an aneurysm in her brain. There was nothing that anyone could have done to prevent it unfortunately. Lorna was only nine years old. Her father, Duncan, was already the sole bread winner and couldnât afford to just quit his job.
Instead of them moving homes and schools, Lornaâs father decided to hire a live-in nanny for them. The nanny was called Helen and she was nice enough but a little lazy in the upbringing side of things. Lornaâs dad was unaware of the situation but Lornaâs academic standards dropped drastically and she refused to pay attention in class. The school was more forgiving than they might have been on others simply because she had lost her mother and her father was in the military and away from home. They knew that Helen was classed as their guardian and made her aware of the situation and even sent letters home for Lornaâs dad to read when he got home but he somehow never got them. This went on for almost two years.
Just when things seemed to be going poorly for Lorna, her father was medically discharged from the US Marines when she was due to be finishing Middle School. Her father never did share the reason why he was discharged, just that he wasnât dying and that should be a good enough answer. As curious as she was, she knew better than to push the boundaries with her father and left well enough alone.
It was after his discharge that he noticed just how badly that Lorna was doing in school compared to her brother who was a straight A student. He took it upon himself to drive more discipline into Lornaâs life, hoping that it would help to focus her attentions. It was fortunate that he found out how much she was struggling. Of course, when her father was discharged this meant that Helen was no longer required to deal with the upbringing of the children but her father did not dismiss her. This annoyed Lorna but she knew better than to question.
Her father enrolled her in Kendo classes and started to take a much more hands on role in the lives of his children. Lorna loved her Kendo classes and started doing a lot of extra-curricular clubs to keep herself active and fit. This greatly helped Lorna and she started to excel in her classes throughout the rest of her education. When it came to the time for her to think of colleges, she looked to her brother who had decided to learn Aeronautical Engineering before joining the military like their father. He knew that she wasnât one for school learning and that her good grades through High School were only for their fatherâs sake. He told her to do what she really wanted to do.
Over the years since her fatherâs discharge she had grown much closer with him and she realised that what she wanted to do was make her father proud. It was then that she decided to join the US Marines. Her father didnât say much when she told him her plans, he just gave her a curt and silent nod. She was seventeen years old when she enlisted.
The initial twelve week training for her was going to be on Parris Island in Beaufort, SC which worked well for Lorna as it meant she could visit her family on her downtime. She worked hard and fast to make sure she was accepted and she excelled in the 12 week recruit training. She was accepted into the US Marines and worked her way up the ranks as best as she could. She had no time for distractions so romances were very low on her list of priorities. She preferred to focus on her work, training and her newfound interest of parkour that she discovered two years into her military career.
Despite her hot-headed nature, Lorna had a pretty clean record in her military career. She was given a warning when she was 21 for being involved in a bar fight but that was only because it then came to light that she was trying to break the bar fight up. She even got a broken shot glass stabbed into her left arm for her troubles.
It wasnât until she had just been promoted to Gunnery Sergeant in the Corps two months prior that her record would become tarnished. One of her superior officers, a Master Gunnery Sergeant had called her to his office with the promise of talks about advancement plans for her career. Well the only advancements made were his hands on her thigh and then subsequently her fist into his face. Her hot-headed nature had taken over at this point because she was accustomed to this behaviour out in bars and she had rarely let anyone into her life in that capacity for more than a few months at a time. Her first reaction was always to hit first, ask later when a guy grabbed her on nights out.
She immediately regretted just punching her superior but she knew it was too late to apologise. She had broken his nose and that was going to be hard for him to explain to his wife. He had her court martialled for her insubordination which, considering the circumstances, could have been much worse. She was placed into confinement and was to await her trial. She hated that she would be disappointing her dad but he was aware of the situation and told her that she hadnât been hard enough on her superior and that he still needed a swift kick in the rear.
It was horrible waiting for her punishment while she wasnât allowed to defend herself or do anything but as life would have it this was going to be the least of her troubles. A whole new load of shit was about to hit the proverbial fan.
History Since Outbreak:
As she was under confinement on Parris Island when the outbreak took hold, Lorna was able to gather a group of able bodied people and equipment to fight off the walkers within the compound once Hanks had let her loose. It took a good week and more than a few losses before they were able to clear out the compound. They set up base there and led teams out to find more supplies and any survivors in the area.
Lorna was desperate to find her dad and brother. Her dad she could probably get to with time but her brother was all the way up in Quantico, Virginia last she had heard. That journey was going to take a lot more time and she couldnât do it alone. She asked a group of her fellow Marines if they would mind travelling with her to at least find her dad who was a respected name within the Corps. They agreed and they made their way to her childhood home in Charleston. The Parris Island compound had enough people, supplies and defences to survive without them for a while so the trip was viable. It had been three weeks since the outbreak and Lorna was anxious to find her dad. The journey would usually take two hours by car but considering the state of affairs it took them closer to six.
Her stomach dropped when she saw the state of Charleston. It was blood, bodies, gore, fire and destruction everywhere you looked. She hoped that since her dad was a little further out from the city centre that heâd be okay. Luck was not on her side. The house had been ransacked and her dad wasnât her dad anymore. He was a lumbering beast covered in death. Before he could even lunge towards her, one of her companions had already fire a single round into its head. Lance Corporal Calvin Yates was his name. He placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it as he apologised for what he had done. Lorna swung round and punched him square in the jaw. This was her first non-official capacity interaction with the first man she would ever love. With their mission done, they began to head back to Parris Island.
The compound on the island lasted for a good year and Lorna was in the council that was in charge of the place. Calvin was her voice of calm and reason and they were an inseparable team now. Lorna had tried to convince the group about going to find her brother and other peopleâs loved ones in certain areas but it was always deemed as too risky. She knew her brother could take care of himself but she worried about him and wanted to know that he was okay. She held out hope but knew better than to let them get too high.
Things began to get tense when supplies started to dwindle.
There was only so much they could do with a tarmac and concrete filled compound. There was limited areas where they could grow any crops and they had 148 people in the compound. The group had fended off raiders, walkers, usurpers and sickness over the past year but this lack of food was determined to become a real problem. The council couldnât agree on the best course of action and it caused discord amongst the group. Eventually the whole structure crumbled and it became a fight amongst themselves.
When things finally escalated Calvin refused to let anything happen to Lorna and they grabbed what they could to survive and left the compound with the group of the remaining marines (there was seven of them in total). Lorna hated that she was leaving some people behind but Calvin was right, it was time to move on and keep living. The place was sure to fall and what use would she be to Calvin or her brother if she were dead?
The next few months were spent trying to get to Quantico only to be stopped by a massive horde of walkers which caused them to double back. It was over this time that Lorna began to believe her brother was dead because if he were alive, surely he would have tried to find her by now. He knew where she was stationed and she hadnât left the place in a full year. He had to be dead.
She broke down then, right in the middle of the road. She cried and sobbed and shook until she couldnât feel anything anymore. Her group helped her back onto her feet and they continued moving. They made their way around the surrounding states trying to find the loved ones of those that remained in their small group.
The next twelve months were spent on the road.
Every new home they discovered was found to be full of more disappointment, horror and despair. Their group numbers dwindled to just three as people who had other family further out chose to go out on their own. No one was in the right frame of mind to listen to reason and no one was willing to put themselves in anymore danger than they had to.
Just when Lorna thought the worst that could happen had happened, the world proved her wrong. They were scavenging an old supermarket for supplies when one of the supports collapsed. It fell on top of Calvin and Trevor. The support crushed Trevor completely and landed on Calvinâs right leg as he tried to jump out of the way. He knew he would be a hindrance even if they did get the support off of his leg.
Calvin and Lorna cried together and whispered words to each other before he requested one last thing from her. He requested that she kill him. He had always felt guilty that he had shot what was left of her father in the head, that he had taken that moment away from her. He didnât want to reanimate. He didnât want anyone or anything else to end his life. He told her to save ammo. She silently grabbed her knife and, as she kissed him gently on the forehead and told him she loved him, pierced it into the base of his neck quickly. She lowered his head to the ground and saw a gentle smile on his face. She threw the knife away and left the building with what supplies she had mustered. She was on her own for the first time since the outbreak.
She was alone for about three months before she ran into anyone with a pulse. There was a group of four people huddled around a fire in the Chattahoochee National Forest in the north of Georgia. They looked well supplied and were laughing together. Who even had time to laugh anymore? It made her blood boil. She climbed a tree, strapped herself in and watched them for a while. She had barely slept the past two weeks so it wasnât long until she slipped into unconsciousness. Cracking wood made her open her eyes with a start. The fire was extinguished and there were three bodies lying around the fire. She couldnât tell if they were asleep or not from this distance. The fourth body must have been standing watch. Her eyes couldnât find them though.
She slipped down from the tree and, as quietly and carefully as she could, edged towards the camp. She didnât know what her aim was, just that she had to see a living face up close before she lost her sanity. Hands grabbed her from behind. Where had they came from? She struggled for a moment before a hard thump smacked that back of her skull and she was out like a light.
It had been a group of four men. They had heard her shouting in her sleep. They hadnât seen a woman in a long time. They had her tied up, completely immobilised. They treated her like a doll. They were nice at first. They asked about her, why she was on her own, why she was watching them. They fed and watered her too. They, of course, took all her weapons and gear but didnât distribute it amongst themselves so that had to be a good sign, right? She could understand why they had to take precautions. Sheâd have done the same thing if it were her group.
A few days passed with this treatment and she began to let her guard down. Big mistake. They must have been waiting for her to relax because thatâs when the suggestions started. Her blood boiled again. Her temper was rising and she could hardly control her breathing. She sucked her teeth and willed herself to calm down as a plan formed in her mind.
She mustered her most defeated look and gave a silent, gentle nod to the suggestions from what appeared to be the leader of the group. He grinned and moved forward, loosening her ties around her feet, legs and arms but keeping her hands tied together. She needed her gear and it was with his equipment. Sheâd never survive without it, she knew that. He led her away towards his area and told the rest to keep watch for walkers and wanderers. Just when the others were gone and the leader began to get⊠ready; Lorna grabbed him when his back was turned and held him in a choke hold until he passed out.
She grabbed her gear, weapons and made a run for it. They wouldnât waste ammo on someone that didnât take anything from them. She made her way deeper into the forest, heading Northward away from their camp. She found a quiet spot after running for a solid 30 minutes, dodging a few walkers on the way. She cut the ties from around her wrists and fixed her gear back into place where it belonged. They didnât appear to be pursuing her.
A week passed before she heard familiar voices again. They must have followed her but this time there was a new voice; that of a young girl. She couldnât be any more than fourteen years old. That was the last straw. She was much more careful this time and travelled in the treetops mostly. She watched them from a distance, never sleeping when she was close. She saw what they were doing to that poor girl and it took all her strength not to jump in right then and there. She had to plan.
Within two days she had her plan formulated and knew their routines. She was ferocious in her punishment of them. She beat two of them to within an inch of their life before the other two realised something was wrong. The leader had grabbed the girl and was holding a knife to her throat. Lorna stopped in her tracks before an arrow whizzed by her right eye, grazing her eyebrow and making blood flood down her face. Her pistol was out and the shot was fired before she even turned her head. She got him in the shoulder and he fell to the ground. That just left the leader, the girl and Lorna.
The knife was drawn across the girlâs throat before she could do anything and Lorna lost her mind. Another shot left her gun, hitting him in the knee of the leader before he could do anything else. He crumpled to the ground. Another boot in the face and he was whimpering silently. The walkers would be here soon. She gently lifted the head of the young girl and pierced her left temple with a blade. Better that she didnât become walker chow while she bled out. The other four on the other handâŠ
Lorna stood up and began to walk away. The leader called out to her and said that she couldnât just leave them there to die. She turned suddenly and moved back towards the fucker that had just killed the poor innocent girl bleeding over the ground beside him. She began to beat on him until he begged her to stop. She didnât want him to die but she had to get her frustrations out.
Quivering, she stood up again and stared down at the bloody, wheezing mess of a man. He begged her then, not to stop, but to just kill him. He didnât deserve it, she knew that, but she couldnât let the last of her humanity leave her. Groans and moans could be heard in the distance and the other three men had begun to stir and they all begged her to just kill them. They didnât want to turn, they didnât want to become chow. That was the least they deserved in her mind but if she crossed that line where would she go next? Would she be any better than they were if she left them there to die a gruesome death? She quickly ended all their lives and made her escape from the walkers.
Another few months passed before she ran into anyone else again. She was low on food and water and was desperate by this point. She was in a place called Dillard near the NC and GA border back within the Chattahoochee National Forest again.
She had found a small store that looked pretty untouched in comparison to other places. She thought she had been careful but she had missed a few walkers inside the store. She took one down with her blade before another bit into the arm of her jacket. Thank fuck it was leather or sheâd have been infected. She kicked it in the gut but her boot got stuck as it caved into it. She hopped on one leg and couldnât do much about the walker that was coming in behind her.
Just when she thought that this was it, this was how she was going to die, an arrow came flying through the air and hit the walker behind her square between the eyes. She managed to grab her machete and killed the walker that her foot was currently lodged inside. She looked up to see two younger women staring at her. One with dark brown hair and the other with a lighter hue. They didnât appear to be threatening her and she felt herself smile for the first time in a long time. That was her first meeting with Maria and Kris.
She stuck with them from there on out. They grouped together with other survivors that they happened across of the next few months. Lorna was always careful about who they let into the group but at this point they were pretty desperate and any working body would do. They travelled together for over 200 miles, moving around Georgia looking for supplies, food, water and anywhere that could maybe be safe. They decided to make their way towards Atlanta which was not a good decision in the end. They encountered a giant horde of walkers and lost many of their newly gathered friends. They lost most of their supplies and Lorna even lost her rifle in the ensuing chaos. There were two of the group that she happened upon individually that had been bitten and didn't want to turn. They asked her to kill them. She obliged.
She made it out but was on her own. She eventually found Maria and Kris again and one other from the group. She was practically out of ammo, food and water. These were dire times and they needed to find somewhere with the essentials before they all died out here.
Lorna was desperate to find her dad and brother. Her dad she could probably get to with time but her brother was all the way up in Quantico, Virginia last she had heard. That journey was going to take a lot more time and she couldnât do it alone. She asked a group of her fellow Marines if they would mind travelling with her to at least find her dad who was a respected name within the Corps. They agreed and they made their way to her childhood home in Charleston. The Parris Island compound had enough people, supplies and defences to survive without them for a while so the trip was viable. It had been three weeks since the outbreak and Lorna was anxious to find her dad. The journey would usually take two hours by car but considering the state of affairs it took them closer to six.
Her stomach dropped when she saw the state of Charleston. It was blood, bodies, gore, fire and destruction everywhere you looked. She hoped that since her dad was a little further out from the city centre that heâd be okay. Luck was not on her side. The house had been ransacked and her dad wasnât her dad anymore. He was a lumbering beast covered in death. Before he could even lunge towards her, one of her companions had already fire a single round into its head. Lance Corporal Calvin Yates was his name. He placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it as he apologised for what he had done. Lorna swung round and punched him square in the jaw. This was her first non-official capacity interaction with the first man she would ever love. With their mission done, they began to head back to Parris Island.
The compound on the island lasted for a good year and Lorna was in the council that was in charge of the place. Calvin was her voice of calm and reason and they were an inseparable team now. Lorna had tried to convince the group about going to find her brother and other peopleâs loved ones in certain areas but it was always deemed as too risky. She knew her brother could take care of himself but she worried about him and wanted to know that he was okay. She held out hope but knew better than to let them get too high.
Things began to get tense when supplies started to dwindle.
There was only so much they could do with a tarmac and concrete filled compound. There was limited areas where they could grow any crops and they had 148 people in the compound. The group had fended off raiders, walkers, usurpers and sickness over the past year but this lack of food was determined to become a real problem. The council couldnât agree on the best course of action and it caused discord amongst the group. Eventually the whole structure crumbled and it became a fight amongst themselves.
When things finally escalated Calvin refused to let anything happen to Lorna and they grabbed what they could to survive and left the compound with the group of the remaining marines (there was seven of them in total). Lorna hated that she was leaving some people behind but Calvin was right, it was time to move on and keep living. The place was sure to fall and what use would she be to Calvin or her brother if she were dead?
The next few months were spent trying to get to Quantico only to be stopped by a massive horde of walkers which caused them to double back. It was over this time that Lorna began to believe her brother was dead because if he were alive, surely he would have tried to find her by now. He knew where she was stationed and she hadnât left the place in a full year. He had to be dead.
She broke down then, right in the middle of the road. She cried and sobbed and shook until she couldnât feel anything anymore. Her group helped her back onto her feet and they continued moving. They made their way around the surrounding states trying to find the loved ones of those that remained in their small group.
The next twelve months were spent on the road.
Every new home they discovered was found to be full of more disappointment, horror and despair. Their group numbers dwindled to just three as people who had other family further out chose to go out on their own. No one was in the right frame of mind to listen to reason and no one was willing to put themselves in anymore danger than they had to.
Just when Lorna thought the worst that could happen had happened, the world proved her wrong. They were scavenging an old supermarket for supplies when one of the supports collapsed. It fell on top of Calvin and Trevor. The support crushed Trevor completely and landed on Calvinâs right leg as he tried to jump out of the way. He knew he would be a hindrance even if they did get the support off of his leg.
Calvin and Lorna cried together and whispered words to each other before he requested one last thing from her. He requested that she kill him. He had always felt guilty that he had shot what was left of her father in the head, that he had taken that moment away from her. He didnât want to reanimate. He didnât want anyone or anything else to end his life. He told her to save ammo. She silently grabbed her knife and, as she kissed him gently on the forehead and told him she loved him, pierced it into the base of his neck quickly. She lowered his head to the ground and saw a gentle smile on his face. She threw the knife away and left the building with what supplies she had mustered. She was on her own for the first time since the outbreak.
She was alone for about three months before she ran into anyone with a pulse. There was a group of four people huddled around a fire in the Chattahoochee National Forest in the north of Georgia. They looked well supplied and were laughing together. Who even had time to laugh anymore? It made her blood boil. She climbed a tree, strapped herself in and watched them for a while. She had barely slept the past two weeks so it wasnât long until she slipped into unconsciousness. Cracking wood made her open her eyes with a start. The fire was extinguished and there were three bodies lying around the fire. She couldnât tell if they were asleep or not from this distance. The fourth body must have been standing watch. Her eyes couldnât find them though.
She slipped down from the tree and, as quietly and carefully as she could, edged towards the camp. She didnât know what her aim was, just that she had to see a living face up close before she lost her sanity. Hands grabbed her from behind. Where had they came from? She struggled for a moment before a hard thump smacked that back of her skull and she was out like a light.
It had been a group of four men. They had heard her shouting in her sleep. They hadnât seen a woman in a long time. They had her tied up, completely immobilised. They treated her like a doll. They were nice at first. They asked about her, why she was on her own, why she was watching them. They fed and watered her too. They, of course, took all her weapons and gear but didnât distribute it amongst themselves so that had to be a good sign, right? She could understand why they had to take precautions. Sheâd have done the same thing if it were her group.
A few days passed with this treatment and she began to let her guard down. Big mistake. They must have been waiting for her to relax because thatâs when the suggestions started. Her blood boiled again. Her temper was rising and she could hardly control her breathing. She sucked her teeth and willed herself to calm down as a plan formed in her mind.
She mustered her most defeated look and gave a silent, gentle nod to the suggestions from what appeared to be the leader of the group. He grinned and moved forward, loosening her ties around her feet, legs and arms but keeping her hands tied together. She needed her gear and it was with his equipment. Sheâd never survive without it, she knew that. He led her away towards his area and told the rest to keep watch for walkers and wanderers. Just when the others were gone and the leader began to get⊠ready; Lorna grabbed him when his back was turned and held him in a choke hold until he passed out.
She grabbed her gear, weapons and made a run for it. They wouldnât waste ammo on someone that didnât take anything from them. She made her way deeper into the forest, heading Northward away from their camp. She found a quiet spot after running for a solid 30 minutes, dodging a few walkers on the way. She cut the ties from around her wrists and fixed her gear back into place where it belonged. They didnât appear to be pursuing her.
A week passed before she heard familiar voices again. They must have followed her but this time there was a new voice; that of a young girl. She couldnât be any more than fourteen years old. That was the last straw. She was much more careful this time and travelled in the treetops mostly. She watched them from a distance, never sleeping when she was close. She saw what they were doing to that poor girl and it took all her strength not to jump in right then and there. She had to plan.
Within two days she had her plan formulated and knew their routines. She was ferocious in her punishment of them. She beat two of them to within an inch of their life before the other two realised something was wrong. The leader had grabbed the girl and was holding a knife to her throat. Lorna stopped in her tracks before an arrow whizzed by her right eye, grazing her eyebrow and making blood flood down her face. Her pistol was out and the shot was fired before she even turned her head. She got him in the shoulder and he fell to the ground. That just left the leader, the girl and Lorna.
The knife was drawn across the girlâs throat before she could do anything and Lorna lost her mind. Another shot left her gun, hitting him in the knee of the leader before he could do anything else. He crumpled to the ground. Another boot in the face and he was whimpering silently. The walkers would be here soon. She gently lifted the head of the young girl and pierced her left temple with a blade. Better that she didnât become walker chow while she bled out. The other four on the other handâŠ
Lorna stood up and began to walk away. The leader called out to her and said that she couldnât just leave them there to die. She turned suddenly and moved back towards the fucker that had just killed the poor innocent girl bleeding over the ground beside him. She began to beat on him until he begged her to stop. She didnât want him to die but she had to get her frustrations out.
Quivering, she stood up again and stared down at the bloody, wheezing mess of a man. He begged her then, not to stop, but to just kill him. He didnât deserve it, she knew that, but she couldnât let the last of her humanity leave her. Groans and moans could be heard in the distance and the other three men had begun to stir and they all begged her to just kill them. They didnât want to turn, they didnât want to become chow. That was the least they deserved in her mind but if she crossed that line where would she go next? Would she be any better than they were if she left them there to die a gruesome death? She quickly ended all their lives and made her escape from the walkers.
Another few months passed before she ran into anyone else again. She was low on food and water and was desperate by this point. She was in a place called Dillard near the NC and GA border back within the Chattahoochee National Forest again.
She had found a small store that looked pretty untouched in comparison to other places. She thought she had been careful but she had missed a few walkers inside the store. She took one down with her blade before another bit into the arm of her jacket. Thank fuck it was leather or sheâd have been infected. She kicked it in the gut but her boot got stuck as it caved into it. She hopped on one leg and couldnât do much about the walker that was coming in behind her.
Just when she thought that this was it, this was how she was going to die, an arrow came flying through the air and hit the walker behind her square between the eyes. She managed to grab her machete and killed the walker that her foot was currently lodged inside. She looked up to see two younger women staring at her. One with dark brown hair and the other with a lighter hue. They didnât appear to be threatening her and she felt herself smile for the first time in a long time. That was her first meeting with Maria and Kris.
She stuck with them from there on out. They grouped together with other survivors that they happened across of the next few months. Lorna was always careful about who they let into the group but at this point they were pretty desperate and any working body would do. They travelled together for over 200 miles, moving around Georgia looking for supplies, food, water and anywhere that could maybe be safe. They decided to make their way towards Atlanta which was not a good decision in the end. They encountered a giant horde of walkers and lost many of their newly gathered friends. They lost most of their supplies and Lorna even lost her rifle in the ensuing chaos. There were two of the group that she happened upon individually that had been bitten and didn't want to turn. They asked her to kill them. She obliged.
She made it out but was on her own. She eventually found Maria and Kris again and one other from the group. She was practically out of ammo, food and water. These were dire times and they needed to find somewhere with the essentials before they all died out here.
Extras
Character Quote: âSemper Fidelis.â (Always faithful)
âDo I look like I have a fuck to give?â
âSemper Fi, Mac.â
âWhat a fucking shit-brick/bird/bag.â
âWell fuck me seven ways to Sunday.â
Theme Song: This. ;D
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: CountlessâŠ
How Many People Have You Killed: Before? 5. After? 7.
Why: Five were ordered. One requested. Four begged. Two asked.
Anything Else: PM'd the GM
*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.
Lorna Dunn
"Semper Fi."
â Respects || ⯠Neutral || âź Friends || â« Best Friends || â„ Crush || †Significant Other || § Tense || â Enemies
⯠Leann McCormick âŻ
""
Havenât met yet.
⯠Ashton Holloway âŻ
""
Havenât met yet.
⯠Vivian Ormerod âŻ
""
Havenât met yet.
⯠Maxine Cross âŻ
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Havenât met yet.
⯠Siddharth Kumar âŻ
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Havenât met yet.
⯠Meghna Kumar âŻ
""
Havenât met yet.
⯠James Grady âŻ
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Havenât met yet.
Alicia Gonzalez
Can't ever meet. DX
⯠Caeser Gonzalez âŻ
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Havenât met yet.
ââ«Maria Smithâ«â
"If I ever needed to remind myself that thereâs good people in the world, Iâd look Mariaâs way. She saved my life when it was the last thing I had left to lose. Sheâs a jewel in this world that didnât deserve to be separated from her sister. But Iâll be damned if I donât find out the truth about what really happened to her."
Maria, and her kid sister Kris, saved Lornaâs life at a gas station near the Northern border of Georgia and North Carolina. They travelled together since then, finding people along the way and forming what they thought was a tight, safe group. One day a run went wrong and Maria went missing. Lorna is convinced that sheâs dead but still holds out that hope that she might have made it out. Lorna also promised her that sheâd take care of Kris if anything ever happened to Maria. Sheâs been as true to her word as Kris lets her be.
§Richard Johnson§
"I swear to whatever powers that be, if I ever find out that this shit-brick was responsible for Maria's death, I will put my foot so far up his ass that he'll be one half of a pair of flip flops. I don't trust this tosspot and I'll be damned if I let him keep stealing air from the rest of society. I never should have just let him walk away that day. I won't make the same mistake twice."
Lorna and the Smith sisters ran into Dick "Dickie" McDickerson a couple weeks after they met each other. They knew there was strength in numbers and, despite Lorna's judgements on him, Maria convinced her to let him come along. They never should have trusted him. Maria and Dick went off on a supply run but Maria never came back. Lorna had a gut feeling that it was all because of this autistic lack-o'-sack wankstain, but there was no proof. He'd spun his web and she'd sent him packing.
⯠Jaime Bishop âŻ
""
Havenât met yet.
⯠Dexter Sterling âŻ
""
Havenât met yet.
ââ«Kristina Smithâ«â
"Sheâs a doll but she needs to learn a little more tact. I love the girl, donât get me wrong, but her humour and sarcasm can sometimes spring up at the wrong moments. I would do anything for her and hate that we lost Maria but Kris needs to stop taking so many risks."
Kris, and her older sister Maria, saved Lornaâs life at a gas station near the Northern border of Georgia and North Carolina. They travelled together since then, finding people along the way and forming what they thought was a tight, safe group. One day a run went wrong and Maria went missing. Lorna has taken Kris as her own sister now, keeping her as safe and protected as possible. She tries to keep her together when the subject of Maria comes up but Lornaâs words arenât always enough.
⯠Victoria Taylor âŻ
" "
Havenât met yet.
⯠Jonas Soberano âŻ
" "
Havenât met yet.
⯠Zoie Crawford âŻ
""
Haven't met yet.
Future BFFs ;)
⯠Dr. Victor Bonheur âŻ
""
Haven't met yet.
I sent you a PM @Lady Amalthea. Hopefully it's suitable for what you're looking for!
Also thank you for not beating me up for missing that important rule. >.> :D (Just kidding...)
Also thank you for not beating me up for missing that important rule. >.> :D (Just kidding...)
Hey there @prncssofcrows, it's nice to meet you. :) Welcome to the guild!
Hi there @FeatherFall, it's lovely to meet you. Welcome to the Guild!
Don't worry, there are many people here that have English as their second language and they fit in just splendidly.
You seem to have a better grasp on the language than a lot of native speakers do! :)
Don't worry, there are many people here that have English as their second language and they fit in just splendidly.
You seem to have a better grasp on the language than a lot of native speakers do! :)
Hello there @Jupiter Hollow, it's a pleasure to meet you. Welcome to the guild!
Hey there @sylversurfer87, welcome to the guild! It is lovely to meet you. :)
What kind of tabletop games have you played?
What kind of tabletop games have you played?
Hiii. <3 :)
Withdrawn from RP
Name: Rosalie Durant
Age: 29
Race: Human
Mage?: Yes
Place of Origin: Orlais, Serault
Appearance: A woman of noble name within the Courts of Orlais, Rosalie has presence and has been taught proper poise as well as the social graces that work along with it. She stands her full height of 5'9" and her womanly figure draws the eyes of many men and women alike. She has a curvaceous figure, practically perfect for bearing children, yet she holds no desire to. Her arms are strong but seemly and her legs are slender and long, curving at the hips and bosom and meeting again at her small waist. Her long, flowing hair is ice blonde and stands out in comparison to the darker hair tones found in Orlais.
Her flawless, alabaster skin is a marking of her lineage and place in the Orlesian noble society. Her eyes are as pale as the winter ices that cover the water surfaces in winter months. Her appearance is one that grants her many stares and hushed whispers behind cupped hands but she pays it no heed. Her button nose draws attention to the centre of her face whilst her full, bow lips are the colour of pale rose petals and stand out vividly in contrast to her pale skin.
Whilst in Royal courts, Rosalie wears the proper elegant clothing that is considered acceptable by those of Noble and Royal blood alike. It meets in tastes with the current Orlesian fashions. She is commonly found in silken dresses that accentuate her shape as well as her features. Her most commonly worn colours are varying shades of blue with cream and white accents with hints of silver fastenings and laces.
Her head bears a simple band crown; which is silver and twisted like vines with a single hanging crystal coloured jewel on her forehead. Her fingers are adorned with various rings one of which includes her Durant signet ring which she wears on her right hand ring finger. The ring on her forefinger is her only remaining possession of her motherâ that was passed on to her when she was of age. It is a simple silver band, which has floral etchings, with a small inset stone of white smoke. The gem itself looks as if it has literal smoke under the surface of the jewel. Her left hand forefinger bears an elegant ring that has a presidential blue gem stone set within a silver setting with numerical etching across the surface of the silver.
When travelling, Rosalie is found in navy blue riding trousers and a white linen shirt which is held down with light weight black leather riding armour with silver fastenings. Her riding boots reach to half way up her thighs and have a very small heel for gripping the stirrups of her horse. She travels long distance by horseback and short distance by carriage. Generally she will not be found travelling without her simple armour as she is aware of the dangers on the roads. Not that she truly has to worry too much about it but as she prefers to keep a low key approach to her abilities, this is the wiser choice.
She also wears leather riding gloves and a black leather belt that fastens around her waist and allows for the dagger that her adoptive father gifted to her to be held, this is a way of showing her position easily while travelling if the need should arise. The dagger is hidden by view by her travelling cloak which is a navy blue in colour that matches her trousers and has many interior pockets to hold the various herbs and plants that Rosalie finds on her travels.
There are occasions where Rosalie has the need to be much more non-descript in appearance. In these such occasions, Rosalie wears simple commoner clothing of varying degrees of browns, blacks and greys. Her plain brown cloak covers most of her and the hood hides her distinctive hair. She has black leather fingerless gloves that hide the majority of her pale skin. Her lower half is dressed in brown leather travelling pants and brown shin high travelling boots. She also wears a cream coloured shirt covered in hardened dark brown, lightweight leather armour. Her arms have similar bracers covering them and her hips are adorned with a black leather belt with various pouches and potion bottles attached. She carries a spear tapered staff on her back.
Personality: Having been born and bred within a Noble house, Rosalie is more than capable of holding a conversation with others; be it an upfront topic or whilst playing the game she can certainly hold her own. She is a woman worthy of respect but is also slightly outcast from certain groups within the court. This is largely due to the fact that she can come across as bitter due to her circumstances and as no one is exactly aware of her special situation they feel she is ungrateful towards her adoptive father.
As well as this, Rosalie is considered a commodity to and a pet by certain individuals in the court. These interactions have caused her to be very wary of people who consider themselves better than others. She knows that no one is better than anyone else and despises those that believe such a fallacy. Despite her personal feelings on certain subjects, she is aware of when to hold her tongue and when to speak out and when she does let her words flow they can be quite cutting.
When not within the courts, Rosalie is capable of great compassion and is appreciative towards all those that make her life easier. She appreciates the value of life and freedom. Her temperament is generally calm and thoughtful but she is not averse to losing her temper when the need arises. She may not be the most trusting individual but she gives everyone a chance to state their case before passing her own judgement on them. She is a very meticulous and focused woman who loves to help others when she feels they are deserving or are desperately in need.
She is deathly against blood magic, necromancy and mind altering magic of any form. She also doesn't like to share stories and will usually be given a scathing retort if you try.
Notable items: A spear staff that a friend gifted her â Blade end/Staff end
A pendant that her father gave her when she turned 18
The rings described in the character description are found on a longer chain around her neck and under her shirt.
Age: 29
Race: Human
Mage?: Yes
Place of Origin: Orlais, Serault
Appearance: A woman of noble name within the Courts of Orlais, Rosalie has presence and has been taught proper poise as well as the social graces that work along with it. She stands her full height of 5'9" and her womanly figure draws the eyes of many men and women alike. She has a curvaceous figure, practically perfect for bearing children, yet she holds no desire to. Her arms are strong but seemly and her legs are slender and long, curving at the hips and bosom and meeting again at her small waist. Her long, flowing hair is ice blonde and stands out in comparison to the darker hair tones found in Orlais.
Her flawless, alabaster skin is a marking of her lineage and place in the Orlesian noble society. Her eyes are as pale as the winter ices that cover the water surfaces in winter months. Her appearance is one that grants her many stares and hushed whispers behind cupped hands but she pays it no heed. Her button nose draws attention to the centre of her face whilst her full, bow lips are the colour of pale rose petals and stand out vividly in contrast to her pale skin.
Whilst in Royal courts, Rosalie wears the proper elegant clothing that is considered acceptable by those of Noble and Royal blood alike. It meets in tastes with the current Orlesian fashions. She is commonly found in silken dresses that accentuate her shape as well as her features. Her most commonly worn colours are varying shades of blue with cream and white accents with hints of silver fastenings and laces.
Her head bears a simple band crown; which is silver and twisted like vines with a single hanging crystal coloured jewel on her forehead. Her fingers are adorned with various rings one of which includes her Durant signet ring which she wears on her right hand ring finger. The ring on her forefinger is her only remaining possession of her motherâ that was passed on to her when she was of age. It is a simple silver band, which has floral etchings, with a small inset stone of white smoke. The gem itself looks as if it has literal smoke under the surface of the jewel. Her left hand forefinger bears an elegant ring that has a presidential blue gem stone set within a silver setting with numerical etching across the surface of the silver.
When travelling, Rosalie is found in navy blue riding trousers and a white linen shirt which is held down with light weight black leather riding armour with silver fastenings. Her riding boots reach to half way up her thighs and have a very small heel for gripping the stirrups of her horse. She travels long distance by horseback and short distance by carriage. Generally she will not be found travelling without her simple armour as she is aware of the dangers on the roads. Not that she truly has to worry too much about it but as she prefers to keep a low key approach to her abilities, this is the wiser choice.
She also wears leather riding gloves and a black leather belt that fastens around her waist and allows for the dagger that her adoptive father gifted to her to be held, this is a way of showing her position easily while travelling if the need should arise. The dagger is hidden by view by her travelling cloak which is a navy blue in colour that matches her trousers and has many interior pockets to hold the various herbs and plants that Rosalie finds on her travels.
There are occasions where Rosalie has the need to be much more non-descript in appearance. In these such occasions, Rosalie wears simple commoner clothing of varying degrees of browns, blacks and greys. Her plain brown cloak covers most of her and the hood hides her distinctive hair. She has black leather fingerless gloves that hide the majority of her pale skin. Her lower half is dressed in brown leather travelling pants and brown shin high travelling boots. She also wears a cream coloured shirt covered in hardened dark brown, lightweight leather armour. Her arms have similar bracers covering them and her hips are adorned with a black leather belt with various pouches and potion bottles attached. She carries a spear tapered staff on her back.
Personality: Having been born and bred within a Noble house, Rosalie is more than capable of holding a conversation with others; be it an upfront topic or whilst playing the game she can certainly hold her own. She is a woman worthy of respect but is also slightly outcast from certain groups within the court. This is largely due to the fact that she can come across as bitter due to her circumstances and as no one is exactly aware of her special situation they feel she is ungrateful towards her adoptive father.
As well as this, Rosalie is considered a commodity to and a pet by certain individuals in the court. These interactions have caused her to be very wary of people who consider themselves better than others. She knows that no one is better than anyone else and despises those that believe such a fallacy. Despite her personal feelings on certain subjects, she is aware of when to hold her tongue and when to speak out and when she does let her words flow they can be quite cutting.
When not within the courts, Rosalie is capable of great compassion and is appreciative towards all those that make her life easier. She appreciates the value of life and freedom. Her temperament is generally calm and thoughtful but she is not averse to losing her temper when the need arises. She may not be the most trusting individual but she gives everyone a chance to state their case before passing her own judgement on them. She is a very meticulous and focused woman who loves to help others when she feels they are deserving or are desperately in need.
She is deathly against blood magic, necromancy and mind altering magic of any form. She also doesn't like to share stories and will usually be given a scathing retort if you try.
Rosalie knew very little about her birth parents. She had been taken in by the Marquis of Serault when she was only just a child. She was two years old, or so the servants had told her, and it was peculiar for a member of the Noble courts of Orlais to adopt a child. However no one questioned him when he made the decision to raise Rosalie as his own.
She was well cared for and brought up to be an exemplary child. She was bright and friendly and loved to talk with the servants of her fatherâs home. She had be told off often for trying to help the servants in their tasks. She had a very happy and uneventful childhood for the most part. The only peculiar things she could recall were the times where her father would lock himself away into his study for hours at a time.
She was eight when her powers began to manifest themselves. It was during her time that she discovered that her adoptive father was an apostate mage. Over the next ten years she learned about the Circle, Templars and the Chantryâs role in the whole process.
Her father informed her that it was of utmost importance that their powers remain a secret or else the Chantry Templars would separate them forever. She loved him too much to ever risk that happening so she was meticulous in keeping her talents hidden.
Over time her father introduced her to other apostates that were going to help her learn other kinds of magic. This was to allow her to figure out which schools of magic she particularly liked so she could focus her further studies on those schools alone. She would at least learn the basics of each school in order to harness total control over her power.
Her fatherâs friend from Kirkwall discovered that she was particularly adept at force magic and she had a very close kinship with the primal school of magic which her father taught her. When she was given any free time, Rosalie made a point to find any and every book on magic that she could get her hands on. She was aware it was dangerous to look for such books and that if she was caught, she would be taken away to the circle.
When she became of age she was expected to attend the royal courts in Val Royeaux every so often. These visits soon became the hardest parts of her year. The only good thing that came out of it was that she learned how to fully handle her emotions in stressful and uncomfortable situations.
Time continued forward and the year of her 21st birthday, rumours of a blight breaking out in Ferelden had begun to circulate. Due to these rumours, her father sent her to stay in Val Royeaux for a few months until the threat of another blight was confirmed. She hated those three months away from home. She counted down the days until she could return but as luck would have it, she would be wishing she was far, far away when she finally did return home.
She left Val Royeaux without informing her father. She had had the guards take her home with a counterfeit letter she had written and signed with her fatherâs name. She wanted to surprise him and have him stop worrying so much. The journey home was slightly quicker than usual as Rosalie declined to have so many stops. She was perfectly fine travelling on horseback to make the journey quicker. The carriage with all of her belongings would arrive a week later which was perfectly acceptable.
As they arrived at the mansion, Rosalie jumped off of her horse at the stables and sprinted inside. She made a direct line for her fatherâs study but stopped short as she heard shouting coming from within. She leaned against the wooden door and listened intently.
âIn order to protect that which you hold dearest, sometimes you must strike first! You have to take the fight to them. You cannot protect anything while waiting for the assault! You must attack!â Her fatherâs voice boomed angrily around the room. She couldnât hear anything for a moment but suddenly a guttural scream came from within.
Her eyes widened in shock and she threw the doors open only to watch her father writhing on the floor in pain. His limbs looks disjointed and were sticking out at odd angles. His face was screwed up in pain, his eyes were glossed over as he stared at the ceiling. His mouth let out a wail that reminded Rosalie of horror stories she had read as a child. His skin stretched over his face and turned as red as blood but there was no blood pooling beneath his body. It seemed to be stretching over every inch of his body. She stood and watched in horror as her father became an abomination.
His grotesque face turned to look at her then, his elongated and stretched out limbs swinging around his body and dragging along the floor. âOh myyy⊠yesss⊠this will do nicccely.â The beast hissed and screeched as it began to move towards Rosalie. âYou will be a deliccciousss mealâŠâ
Rage and sorrow sung inside her head as she thrust her hands forward, palms facing towards the abomination. âYou wonât get passed this doorway, demon!â Ice erupted forth from the focal point of her joint hands. The ice covered the front of the demon for a moment, stopping it temporarily in its tracks. A moment was all she needed however to get into her stance.
As the ice began to crack, Rosalie set her feet apart, firmly planting them to hold her weight as she clenched her left hand into a fist above her head. She took a deep breath as the ice began to crumble to the floor and stared the demon in its blackened eyes. She threw her hand down to hit the ground and a heavy force shattered the remaining ice and thrust the demon flat onto the ground of her fatherâs study. The demon flailed and screamed in pain as the force kept it in place.
âYou donât belong here, demon.â Her right hand began to twirl in the air, her fingers dancing fluidly with each motion she made. Her eyes sparked with hatred as she stared into the demons eyes still. She was searching for some sign of her father, anything to let her know he was still there but⊠there was nothing but rage, hatred and carnage behind those eyes. âGoodbye fatherâŠâ Electricity crackled in the air causing her hair to stand on end. The beast before her convulsed whilst being held in place. The limbs stopped twitching before the electricity had dissipated.
She couldnât stay here anymore. She had to move quickly. She ran to the hidden doorway which led to the stairwell that would take her into the hidden study room beneath this one. She grabbed what potions, components, scrolls and books she felt she would need. Her father had a small pouch of gold coins that she also grabbed from his desk before running for the stables. She still had her riding clothes on so it was quick and easy for her to grab her horse and run. She said a silent farewell to her childhood home.
The next 8 years of her life were spent on the road and in hiding. She made a few friends along the way and picked up a few helpful skills to boot. Sheâs travelled all over Ferelden, The Free Marches and most of Nevarra and Orlais. She hopes to one day see Antiva, the Anderfels and the Rivain. For now she is wandering the Bannorn in Ferelden.
She was well cared for and brought up to be an exemplary child. She was bright and friendly and loved to talk with the servants of her fatherâs home. She had be told off often for trying to help the servants in their tasks. She had a very happy and uneventful childhood for the most part. The only peculiar things she could recall were the times where her father would lock himself away into his study for hours at a time.
She was eight when her powers began to manifest themselves. It was during her time that she discovered that her adoptive father was an apostate mage. Over the next ten years she learned about the Circle, Templars and the Chantryâs role in the whole process.
Her father informed her that it was of utmost importance that their powers remain a secret or else the Chantry Templars would separate them forever. She loved him too much to ever risk that happening so she was meticulous in keeping her talents hidden.
Over time her father introduced her to other apostates that were going to help her learn other kinds of magic. This was to allow her to figure out which schools of magic she particularly liked so she could focus her further studies on those schools alone. She would at least learn the basics of each school in order to harness total control over her power.
Her fatherâs friend from Kirkwall discovered that she was particularly adept at force magic and she had a very close kinship with the primal school of magic which her father taught her. When she was given any free time, Rosalie made a point to find any and every book on magic that she could get her hands on. She was aware it was dangerous to look for such books and that if she was caught, she would be taken away to the circle.
When she became of age she was expected to attend the royal courts in Val Royeaux every so often. These visits soon became the hardest parts of her year. The only good thing that came out of it was that she learned how to fully handle her emotions in stressful and uncomfortable situations.
Time continued forward and the year of her 21st birthday, rumours of a blight breaking out in Ferelden had begun to circulate. Due to these rumours, her father sent her to stay in Val Royeaux for a few months until the threat of another blight was confirmed. She hated those three months away from home. She counted down the days until she could return but as luck would have it, she would be wishing she was far, far away when she finally did return home.
She left Val Royeaux without informing her father. She had had the guards take her home with a counterfeit letter she had written and signed with her fatherâs name. She wanted to surprise him and have him stop worrying so much. The journey home was slightly quicker than usual as Rosalie declined to have so many stops. She was perfectly fine travelling on horseback to make the journey quicker. The carriage with all of her belongings would arrive a week later which was perfectly acceptable.
As they arrived at the mansion, Rosalie jumped off of her horse at the stables and sprinted inside. She made a direct line for her fatherâs study but stopped short as she heard shouting coming from within. She leaned against the wooden door and listened intently.
âIn order to protect that which you hold dearest, sometimes you must strike first! You have to take the fight to them. You cannot protect anything while waiting for the assault! You must attack!â Her fatherâs voice boomed angrily around the room. She couldnât hear anything for a moment but suddenly a guttural scream came from within.
Her eyes widened in shock and she threw the doors open only to watch her father writhing on the floor in pain. His limbs looks disjointed and were sticking out at odd angles. His face was screwed up in pain, his eyes were glossed over as he stared at the ceiling. His mouth let out a wail that reminded Rosalie of horror stories she had read as a child. His skin stretched over his face and turned as red as blood but there was no blood pooling beneath his body. It seemed to be stretching over every inch of his body. She stood and watched in horror as her father became an abomination.
His grotesque face turned to look at her then, his elongated and stretched out limbs swinging around his body and dragging along the floor. âOh myyy⊠yesss⊠this will do nicccely.â The beast hissed and screeched as it began to move towards Rosalie. âYou will be a deliccciousss mealâŠâ
Rage and sorrow sung inside her head as she thrust her hands forward, palms facing towards the abomination. âYou wonât get passed this doorway, demon!â Ice erupted forth from the focal point of her joint hands. The ice covered the front of the demon for a moment, stopping it temporarily in its tracks. A moment was all she needed however to get into her stance.
As the ice began to crack, Rosalie set her feet apart, firmly planting them to hold her weight as she clenched her left hand into a fist above her head. She took a deep breath as the ice began to crumble to the floor and stared the demon in its blackened eyes. She threw her hand down to hit the ground and a heavy force shattered the remaining ice and thrust the demon flat onto the ground of her fatherâs study. The demon flailed and screamed in pain as the force kept it in place.
âYou donât belong here, demon.â Her right hand began to twirl in the air, her fingers dancing fluidly with each motion she made. Her eyes sparked with hatred as she stared into the demons eyes still. She was searching for some sign of her father, anything to let her know he was still there but⊠there was nothing but rage, hatred and carnage behind those eyes. âGoodbye fatherâŠâ Electricity crackled in the air causing her hair to stand on end. The beast before her convulsed whilst being held in place. The limbs stopped twitching before the electricity had dissipated.
She couldnât stay here anymore. She had to move quickly. She ran to the hidden doorway which led to the stairwell that would take her into the hidden study room beneath this one. She grabbed what potions, components, scrolls and books she felt she would need. Her father had a small pouch of gold coins that she also grabbed from his desk before running for the stables. She still had her riding clothes on so it was quick and easy for her to grab her horse and run. She said a silent farewell to her childhood home.
The next 8 years of her life were spent on the road and in hiding. She made a few friends along the way and picked up a few helpful skills to boot. Sheâs travelled all over Ferelden, The Free Marches and most of Nevarra and Orlais. She hopes to one day see Antiva, the Anderfels and the Rivain. For now she is wandering the Bannorn in Ferelden.
Notable items: A spear staff that a friend gifted her â Blade end/Staff end
A pendant that her father gave her when she turned 18
The rings described in the character description are found on a longer chain around her neck and under her shirt.
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