Fallenreaper

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Or we could leave her like that and she could died. Samuel's more concerned she lives the. Any hard feelings! :P He's odd that way.

Apocalyptica

I'm aiming to get a Remmy and Abbie post up around Monday or Tuesday.

Walking Dead - Miami, Florida

Room for one more at the Asylum?

Name: Isabel Torrez

Age: 26

Height: 4’10”

Weight: 103 lbs.

Build: Isabel’s small and slightly curvy around the hips down. Her legs and torso appear equal measure compared to each other but much of her old body fat has severally diminished from both higher than her average activity and less than ideal nutrients.

Appearance:



Her eye color is a deep hazel, filled with energy and some charm. Even in the darkest times, they have that unwavering yet it could be an illusion after all or mere trick of the faint light. Her hair is straight and black reaching down to about an inch of the middle of her back, tied up in a worn, green scarf. Isabel hasn’t, like many other survivors, been able to keep good hygiene in the days that followed so her hair has collected enough grim for four days and need of a washing. During her younger days, Isabel did her own share of experimentation due to peer pressure or personal reasons including a tribal butterfly tattoo at the nook of her lower back and two piercings upon her body. The first one is easy to see, her navel which has closed up slightly, but the last one is best left a mystery as it’s in a rather…intimate place.

Family:

-grandfather: Admelo Torrez- deceased- died in a car crash at a young age in her life. So she didn’t know him well enough and any memories are vague, however she knows with his absence her grandmother Torrez had come to live with them.

-grandmother: Sachi Torrez- alive- was the other one, besides her sister Reyes, that Isabel had managed to save when Walkers attacked their home late into the night. Woman might be slow but she handles a cast iron skillet with much gusto and can be a force to wrecking with when her grand babies are dire need of help, Isabel had learned a long time ago fighting with this woman was like trying to outwit the devil: impossible.

-grandfather: Ian Kai- deceased- one of the first known victims from her family, her Grandpadre Ian was sound asleep before he was eaten by his own wife and others. He never knew what happened and part of Isabel believes to this day, the reason he died was because she had thoughtfully locked her door instead of just taking her medicine.

-grandmother: Jackie Kain-deceased- the very first affected by the virus which ran rampant within Florida, she was first confirmed Walker in Isabel’s family as the crazed woman, with others, had started to devour her own husband. Isabel still can see her grandmother’s bloodshot eyes and redden mouth snarl at her before they locked her in that room.

-uncle: Vicente Torrez (Uncle Vic)-alive- One of the survivors who Isabel and her group found at the hardware store, he currently runs the ragtag group during their attempts to evade the infected. He lost his wife and young son, the infant eaten by the earlier while still in his crib, then after the escape had to bash the eldest son’s brains in.

-aunt: Terri Torrez-deceased- Isabel later found out what happened, her heart hurt by the pain from the tell her Uncle wove about her Aunt devouring her young, helpless son within his crib. It chilled her to bone because unlike strangers, it hit very close to home and her cousin was so young.

-cousin Ambrose-deceased- Isabel’s eight month old cousin who was eaten alive by his mother, turned Walker after she investigated a noise like someone breaking in.

-cousin (son): Miguel Torrez-deceased-Turned walker after their escape the hardware store, he suffered a high fever then after it killed him had tried to bite Reyes. Uncle Vic had ended up bashing the poor boy’, only sixteen, head in until he stopped moving. That was when the hard reality of what little bite or scratch could end up doing to them.

-father: Carlos Torrez-unknown- made arrangements to take a trip to Savannah, Atlanta, where he was the primary driver until an accident happened. It delayed their trip back that very day and never heard from them since, Reyes believes they are dead yet Isabel tries to hold onto her hope.

-mother: Amy Torrez –unknown- With both her and Reyes trying to live their own lives, her mother thought it was ideal to renew their vows and take a vacation in Savannah, Atlanta. Isabel had gotten a phone call that day that her mother had been attacked by some ‘thug’ and ended up scratched before he was gunned down. It ended up delaying their trip while the hospital wanted to keep her over night for observations and infection possibilities, the usual doctor BS.

-sister: Reyes Torrez-unknown- Isabel’s younger sister and three years after Isabel, her sister is a deep part of Isabel’s life though they seem like polar opposites some times. Unable to get out of Florida, the survivor group had been pushed farther and farther south where they ended up in Miami. It was here, Isabel’s sister mysteriously vanished from camp one night. In her mind, there’s a faint possibility Reyes could’ve been at the asylum.

Other important mentions, none family members and part of the survival group.

-sister’s boyfriend: Mike Summerland-unknown-Other than him being at the Miami asylum, Isabel doesn’t know much about the man other what he looks like and the fact he’s very dangerous. He was smart enough to plead insanity which got him locked up for rehab rather than imprisoned for life when the dead body of his last girlfriend, Teresa Gerhardt, was discovered several months before the outbreak. It was a trial Isabel never forgot but despite the packing evidence, Reyes never believed he done any wrong.

-various other survivors in Isabel’s group gathered during their journey.

Personality: Isabel is a smart, determined and quick woman who can get attached people that she likes. Usually those who’ve not done any wrong to her, directly or indirectly, will find befriending her easily enough. She tends to be more of the moment type girl rather than plan out her future or realize the consequences of her mouth. A fact that has gotten her in over her head more times than she can count throughout the infection’s rampage. Some habits die hard she supposed and to her, trying to predict the future is outright impossible so why try?

Whenever she’s extremely pissed, she started to speak in Spanish. Very few people know what she’s saying and this makes it hard to determine if she’s cursing out the offender or merely shouting like a mad Conquistador.

Occupation Before: She worked full time at her family’s Hardware store, both modernizing it as well as learning the trade. Also a hobby painter, mainly landscapes, Isabel has made extra cash through selling her paintings to family, friends and even a few strangers who appreciated the picture’s “soul”.

Notable skills:

-Bi-lingual: Isabel knows two languages, English and Spanish. Her Spanish traces back to her great-grand parents who first moved from Spain to the USA, her family now slightly larger and more spread has continued this tradition of passing down their native tongue to each generation. Isabel, not one strictly stick to normal traditions, tends to stick with English for her most used language. However she will boast knowing more than one language has its perks. Especially when it comes to the looks she gets when her grandmother, Uncle, Reyes, and herself start to rapidly talking in Spanish.

-Slight Jack of skills: Due to her occupation in the hardware shop and her father’s insistence, Isabel has some basic knowledge when comes to tools. This includes but not limited to, repair and maintenance, plumbing, jury-rigging a temporary fix, carpentry as in hammer and nails as well as some power tools, and even some computer basics since her family was updating their old system. Sadly, this doesn’t include specialized skills like auto repair or things beyond house/building experience.

-Observant: Isabel has a keen idea for detail, both because of her hobby as well as her prior job, that she could notice many things. It could be something as minor as something was moved to someone’s habits abruptly changed, without a reason, and tells. However the latter is much easier after she’s gotten to know the person for a few days or weeks.

-Less than useful skills: She had minor experience in advertisements, enough chemistry when it comes to materials and knows what doesn’t react well with each other.

-Contortionism: Isabel is extremely flexible for her physical built, making it easy to hid in small crawl spaces and certain vents. As long as she can fit her head and shoulders through, she can crawl into a wide variety of areas to stash goods in buildings, open locked homes, and even escape zombies when she can’t outrun them.

-Sprinter: Able to sprint and fairly quickly for someone her size, Isabel can haul her small ass a short distance in a short time. On the other hand, long distances tend to drain her stamina rather quickly and leave her gasping for breath soon after. The reason is mainly because of her short legs, unable to eat up the distance effectively with each strive, and she can't pace herself well on her own.

-Bad Shot: Isabel’s not the best shot around, even with her father’s old shotgun. Up close and personal seems to be the only way she could manage to keep on target, mostly the gun was for show and thus she only learned the basics to shooting should the need been needed. God how she wished she now had went the extra mile and improved her shooting skills.

-No Hercules Here: Before the outbreak, she’d talked others in helping her lift extremely heavy boxes and such materials so Isabel's not built up her upper body strength to any great measures. Even for average, it’s slightly below the grade back then. However that changed in the passing weeks and she's made some progress, however it’s only average.

Bio:

Isabel Torrez was born May 16, 1987 in Palm bay, FL. Her parents were both working middle class, second generation Hispanic Americans. Her mother worked as a part time free-lance house keeper and her father had taken over the family hardware shop which left her grandmother, from her father’s side, Sachi taking care of Isabel beside her mother. It was an average one for the most part despite her struggles with sleepwalking that she seemed unable to outgrow. Her sister Reyes was born three years later followed by her grandfather Admelo’s death in a car crash when a semi collided after running a red light. She only vaguely remembers him but that was how grandmother Sachi can to stay with them permanently and helped in her upraising. Other than that, there’s not much to tell in that time of her life until her sleep walking began. At first her family thought it was a laughing matter. She would never remember it, each time varied from her sat in bed to literally roaming the house. It wasn’t until she literally burnt herself upon the stove at the age of 10, abruptly waking herself and nearly caught the house on fire. The doctor prescribed medication which eased the effects in hopes one day she might outgrow them.

Things got interesting when she became sixteen and involved with the wrong crowded, her teenage years and even a few into her adulthood were nothing more than a life time long party. It was at an unsupervised party where she both got her first taste of alcohol and lost her innocence to the football team’s captain who couldn’t stop bragging about his big score. Though Isabel didn’t care what others thought about her, her slight less than admirable image stained her sister’s and made her school life slightly difficult to bear because most boys expected Reyes to be like her. That drama was the less of her worries. It was a breeze compared to the shit storm a month later when due to a nasty combination of being drunk, peer pressure and her own determined nature, Isabel ended up with a navel piercing that’s to a friend’s brother. Of course her sister had a rather big mouth and that ended up with Isabel on parent lock down for over a month without parole.

Slowly over the couple of years, her lifestyle spiraled farther into the hard party girl who slept in late and hollered all night long. Unable to save up the money quick enough for a second piercing, her addiction worsened in the following years had dug into her pocket, a friend had paid but if she got it in the most intimate of places which she happily did. By this time, she was a fully grown woman though she acted more like a teenager stuck in time. It was only a matter of time before things got out of control. One of her prescription medicines for her sleep walking had reacted badly with her drinking and sent her wheeling to the ER, a frightening moment for all of them. When the truth was out, her family intervened and it took about four years in rehab to recover from her addiction. There was a times she fell off the wagon but in the end, she got right back on it by attending AAA meetings and counseling. It wasn’t easy.

During her time at the meetings, she met a fellow addict around her own age named Travis. They tried to support each other over the years but unlike Isabel, he wasn’t as willful. The worst part was he often dragged her with him. In the end, when she was twenty-five she ended the relationship and broke his heart. He ended up drowned in self-pity and loathing until he committed suicide in his drunken state, hung from a tree in his own backyard. His brother found him the next day. Needless to say, it wasn’t hard at his funeral to tell who blamed her for his death with silent hate and glares in her wake. She never did get rid of that butterfly tattoo they both choose when they first started to date.

Before the infection, she had dated lightly off and on but never became serious. Her sister on the other hand, had been seeing a guy named Mike who ended up in an Asylum in Miami Florida after he tried to the living shit out a man then plead insanity for it. It wasn’t hard as he already had a loco look about him that the jury approved and convicted him there. Against both their parents’ and her advice, Reyes still kept in letter contact with Mike. For the last year Isabel had been taking part time Courses over computer basics, small business, and a few others to help her family’s hardware store come into at the twentieth century for the moment. Life was normal for a while.

Up until the infection hit, then everything she knew went to shit. Unlike other cases, they weren’t hit in board daylight or where they could defend themselves. No, it was at night where they were most vulnerable. Her parents were away vacating in Savannah, delayed when her mother was attacked by a ‘thug’ then spent the night in a hospital which delayed their trip home that night. After the news, her remaining relatives stayed close with her grandmother Kain spending the night for a few weeks in a visit. For as long as Isabel can remember, she always locked the due to her sleep disorder and believes that was part of what saved her. She woke up abruptly and suddenly one night to the sounds of crunching and slurping. Confused and groggy, she slipped from her room and unlocked the door towards the source: her grandparent Kain’s bedroom. A scream later, Grandmother Jackie stooped over and devouring her husband, Reyes, Grandmother Sachi, and herself were quickly out the door. They took Reyes’s car down the streets filled with mayhem; panicked people screamed and flee only to be set upon by Walkers a short time after. It was a horrible memory to watch in the faint street light while they made their way to their family’s Hardware store.

There they met their uncle and cousin among one other survivor in the process of stealing supplies and taking shelter from the walkers massed outside. Uncle Vic took charge of the situation much to the small group’s relief then after they gathered what they could carry, mainly the basics, they made a run for the alleyway. They lost the survivor, an unexpected heart attack caused him to fall to the Walkers, and Miguel got bitten as a result. Her cousin was managed to be ushered into the truck where he was set upon with a fever, turned then tried to attack Reyes hours later. Miguel’s father was the one who killed him, saving Isabel’s sister and changed him slowly in the hardened survivor.

In the weeks that followed, each road they tried was either blocked off or infested. That fact along pushed them farther south to Miami. In their scavenging along a few of the smaller areas, they picked up a few survivors that ranged in all types and ages making them a motley group that drew strength from each other whenever they had suffered losses. Though some starved or turned into Walkers themselves, the situation could've been bleaker. When they came near to Miami, Reyes mysterious vanished. They needed supplies and more food, so Isabel and two other survivors, Ted and Burt, volunteered to head in on a salvaging trip where they hoped to find shelter as well as a few survivors to join their group.

Disability/Fear:

-ex-addiction to alcohol: though she’s been clean for several years, with everything that happened she won’t lie that she’s considered slipping back into the habit. With more and more shit crossing her path, it’s very hard not to give in and one day, it’s likely she will fall off the wagon. It’s only a question of when.

-sleep walker, minor: this little tick of hers, a disorder since she was young, pops up every once in a while when she forgets to take her medicine or doesn’t end up sleeping well. Which with the world in ruins is very often now days.

Weapon of Choice:

*Lawnmower Machete: Her uncle crafted it using the hardware tools salvaged and at the back of a cleared out shop. The blade is 13 inches; 18 inches total included the handle, with the blade tip slightly heavier to aid Isabel's thrust on the swing but light enough for ideal control. It has a handmade, coiled strap to the end just to prevent her from losing it.

*Old H&R single barrel shotgun with handmade strap

Equipment:

Within the bag*
*Can hold up the same amount as your average backpack

A box of 10 mix and match 12 gauge shotgun shells.

Half a roll of heavy duty trash bags

A gallon paint can used for water boiling, it’s never been used for paint and has been sterilize under the conditions.

Hand made hobo stove made from a Pint can and a progresso soup can

2 cans of soup

2 packets, one half eaten, of Peanut butter Crackers

24 oz. Water bottle, 2/3 filled and attached to her bag by a climber’s clip.

one small homemade oil candle filled about 1/3 the way with salvaged oil and 3/4ths cotton yarn wick.

Rolled up 6x8 tarp

Medication:Klonopin current amount- (39 pills left)

Attire

belt Which includes:

Altoid’s can first aid kit: 4 antiseptic wipes, 3 small once use antibiotic packs, a partly used gauze roll, 2 banages, canvas needle and one legged panty hose.

Partly eaten slim Jim

Old fashion Zippo

Juice leatherman CS4 multi-tool

In addition to 5 additional 12 gauge shotgun shells.

2, slightly grimy bananas looped and tied to her belt. [/url]

2 handmade para cord bracelet on her right wrist.

Salvaged, worn capris stained upon the knees

Grey Tank Beater

Undergarments.

one size too big shoes, stuffed with a few rags.

Salvaged (in intro post)

package of hard candies

a folding pocket knife

diver's watch

a can of sardines (unopened)

handcuffs (no key)

9mm pistol (7 rounds left)

night stick

a police officer badge

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Orleah

Orleah was surprised to see Tyrael enter with Rathel, one of Khan’s favorites at his very heels. The Demon seemed less chatty then usual but when she looked closer, she noticed his faced had been dented in slightly and that likely accounted for the lack of voice. However she knew something was wrong. Mainly because Tyrael shouldn’t have been able to bind Rathel because the runes prevented such attempts but she had little time to examine that now, her eyes caught the large object in her peripheral view about to crush her. Instantly she braced expected to feel her bones break from the impact.

It never happened. Her eyes peeked open to view the fallen orc rush forwards and bash the object into pieces, much to her relief. It was short lived when the demonomancer turned his sight upon her as her arm slashed downwards, cutting off her useless leg just to return to her once more brand new. The wind was knocked out of her as she had hit the ground, her back stung and the bastard’s hands wrapped over her face and neck. Unlike Rathel, Olreah wasn’t about to be bounded to another Demonomancy now that she was freed.

When she tried to lash out with her clawed hand, vines immediately ensnared her and pulled they together above her head effectively nulled the threat of her claws. Her leg, with knee spike aimed at seemed to be her own leg she sliced it off easily creating a smaller version of herself. The little mirror image giggled then leapt high to slice her claws across Tyrael’s back. It might not have caused heavy damage yet it would at least draw blood and distract while she kicked out at his underbelly. Head pulled high enough to speak, her tone a slight flirty one, directed at the fallen orc.

“Nice try handsome…however, not much for being on bottom in this little dance.”

Sam

Even Sam’s old eyes could see Alaira tap into the Rune’s power, the very stone he had the thoughtfulness to toss and allowed her instincts to do the rest. It was a gamble on his part, but one that had paid off well. He watched the student unleash her magic upon the demon in such strength and violence, Sam’s old eyes couldn’t tolerate the light which turned the creature into dust as even its remains burned away. All that was left was the hollow thump of the mask that landed upon floor and rattled until it was suddenly crushed by Alaira’s foot.

It was little surprise the half elf crumbled to her one knee, her body dripped with blood and exhausted from her over use of magic. Before Sam could put his arms up to catch her, she felt to the floor in a massy heavy and passed out, her last words meek and inaudible to his aged ears.

For a moment, Sam stood there in stun silence. Part of him thought he had killed her or provided the means for her own demise while he just froze there, his eyes widened in shock. His slightly balding head jerked when a guard shouted, their number slowly gained the upper hand as they pushed back the remaining demon back into the hall. Some men had started to stack slain demons in a morbid wall which blocked the doorway and spear pointed any creature which gotten past the improvised barrier then allowed them to add to it. In a short time they had piled up higher and higher. Sam bent down to check Alaria’s pulse when he spotted a blue flash dart toward and over the fleshy wall’s beginnings before it disappeared. What was she thinking? He mentally question as he realized who had darted pass the barrier then back into the fray. Unfortunately he couldn’t just dart after her, not with two to three students down and a ward filled with injured or dead. His eyes shifted to see some of the guardsmen begin to pile the fallen toward the far wall. Most were covered with bloodied sheet as some bed ridden patients had started to be moved towards where Sam was positioned in a hope to get them out of the way.

Sam pointed at two of the men who pushed the dead aside then pointed to Alaira, relieved she was still alive. “Get her into the room. Violet, you and the others, bring in the other wounded while I get the vials. We’ve got several students with blood sickness.”

Without another word, the healers nodded then stepped over the fallen to tend to the living. The two men hauled up Alaira and pulled her into the room where they placed her body upon the crumbled bed remains. One jerked his head towards an infant’s wailing sounds. He looked at his companion then they both made their way towards the source, the latter paused long enough to shout at Sam. “Samuel, we’ve got someone here. We’re not sure if she’s…”

Sam had just reached the vial box when his eyes caught the student they had mentioned. His eyes focused upon Mar, her body still and seemed lifeless. There wasn’t even a movement to sooth young Lyn as his heart jumped into his throat, dread washed over in a wave that seemed to drown him. Her eyes were closed under her pale lids and skin eroded away in places, enough that muscle had been revealed through patches scattered upon her body.

Gingerly he stepped towards her. His hands clasped over the box, it creaked in protest from his grip, when he stopped abrupt right beside the student’s body. Slowly he lowered to one knee. One hand reached with two fingers, only to pull back, slightly frightened of what he would discover. Finally pushed through his courage and gently touched two fingers upon Mar’s neck. He waited for several seconds.

One...

Two…

Three…

Ba-bump…

Sam let out a small, relieved laugh when he felt the Naga’s pulse jump under his fingers. The old man pulled back up, his eyes looked to meet the men’s curious and worried looks. “She’s alive, but unless we treat those students, none of them will be for long!”

He placed the box down then took a sheet, slightly bloodied and stained, then ripped off a clean chunk to wrap little Lyn into a bundle. Sam motioned for a guard to hold Lyn and added. “Take her to the far corner and keep her there. She’s safest as there are thick walls and there’s only one entrance,” He then turned to the other guard, “You, take this and pour it down Alaira’s mouth…No, no arguments. She’s too weak to punch you or any other such nonsense. I’ll help Althalus.”

In a flash, almost like the blue blur which vanished earlier, Sam had pushed both Lyn and the vial their respected guard then was off to help Althalus.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Freeshooter92 said
I don't want no trabble.

Considering if Khan doesn't rein in his demons soon, he's likely not to make it to Act 2. The damage from Lucilia's irreversible and will leave its mark for Acts to come.

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Freeshooter92 said
I mean, no trouble, man. I mean, if you feel like it.

Rtron, can you save Grey? I'll have Khan step in here afterwards.

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Freeshooter92 said
Alright, posted. I'd appreciate it if Uicle could end this nonsense.

Hahaha

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Ryonara said
Yeah, not really sure what I can have Meirin do. Just sitting around biting my thumbs.

I need to re-read in the IC, but where exactly is Meirin? That way I can suggest something she might be able to interact with. I aim to have this fight wrapping up once at least most the Collabs are done.

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EliteCommander said
We're working on a post. Might make it a shorter one.

It's no hurries as I know how long a collab can take. Btw, a sound off of who's here might be in order. Sound off! :P

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I'm going to hold off to post my next bit until someone else has post so I can prevent a double post.