Name: Olivia Hoàng
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Asian (Vietnamese-American)
Pre-Infection Career: Model. Promotional, usually.
Description:
As one might expect from a professional model, Olivia is generally considered rather attractive; otherwise she wouldn't be a very good professional model. Her figure is slender, but certainly not bony, unlike some of her more extreme counterparts. Her long black hair, previously straight, has been mussed up by all the stress of the last two years. She doesn't bother with makeup anymore either, figuring there are more important things to think about; though makeup is in horribly short supply at the camp, anyway. However, she hasn't let the infection damage her fashion sense; she tends to wear a dark brown leather jacket, bright orange tank top with 'LUPARA' written on it, denim shorts and blue flat shoes. At the very least, she's recognised that heels ain't good for running in.
Biography: Olivia was raised by a fairly liberal family that had emigrated from Vietnam to Seattle, Washington to escape what they saw as a repressive regime. Growing up, she originally wanted to be a big-name Hollywood actress, but eventually decided that this goal was too unrealistic and set her sights for academia instead. Though she went to university in Seattle to earn a degree in Social Science, she ended up taking modelling contracts on the side to earn some extra money. A LOT of extra money, in fact, once some businessmen decided she looked rather nice. Eventually, even after she earned her degree, she chose to become a model full-time, if only because she had already gotten into the flow of things and didn't feel like fixing what wasn't broken.
A few years later, she happened to be in Tampa, Florida for a promo event for 'Lupara' Energy Drink. Olivia ended up quitting halfway after hearing that Seattle was affected by the virus issue. Unfortunately, flight delays caused by missing airport staff forced her to stay in Tampa. The next day, at one of those airport inn hotels, she found herself impotently flailing about planks of wood against the hordes of humans-turned-monsters that now roamed the place; she wouldn't have survived if it hadn't been for the timely arrival of a maid with a shotgun.
Woefully unprepared for the situation, both mentally and physically, Olivia started out pretty much as baggage for all the surviving guests and staff at the hotel (no pun intended), and spent a lot of her time complaining while everyone else turned the place into a fortress. But then the situation became more dire as the months passed; supplies started to dwindle, supply drops from the confused military became less and less frequent, and the living dead congregated outside in ever-increasing numbers. With everyone too stubborn to leave, Olivia finally decided enough was enough and dropped her previous habits. Taking the initiative, she teamed up with a young street racer called Lyons to discreetly escape in a small car she'd found. As it was the only car in (barely-)working condition, they chose not to tell the others for fear they might fight over it. A few days of travel later, they ran out of fuel and had to make their way on foot to Orlando, where they eventually came across the refugee camp.
Olivia later found out the other survivors at the hotel had finally been overwhelmed, and while she's still adamant, now a hyper-practical, anti-emotion take-action type, that she and Lyons did the right thing, she secretly still doubts her actions.
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Asian (Vietnamese-American)
Pre-Infection Career: Model. Promotional, usually.
Description:
As one might expect from a professional model, Olivia is generally considered rather attractive; otherwise she wouldn't be a very good professional model. Her figure is slender, but certainly not bony, unlike some of her more extreme counterparts. Her long black hair, previously straight, has been mussed up by all the stress of the last two years. She doesn't bother with makeup anymore either, figuring there are more important things to think about; though makeup is in horribly short supply at the camp, anyway. However, she hasn't let the infection damage her fashion sense; she tends to wear a dark brown leather jacket, bright orange tank top with 'LUPARA' written on it, denim shorts and blue flat shoes. At the very least, she's recognised that heels ain't good for running in.
Biography: Olivia was raised by a fairly liberal family that had emigrated from Vietnam to Seattle, Washington to escape what they saw as a repressive regime. Growing up, she originally wanted to be a big-name Hollywood actress, but eventually decided that this goal was too unrealistic and set her sights for academia instead. Though she went to university in Seattle to earn a degree in Social Science, she ended up taking modelling contracts on the side to earn some extra money. A LOT of extra money, in fact, once some businessmen decided she looked rather nice. Eventually, even after she earned her degree, she chose to become a model full-time, if only because she had already gotten into the flow of things and didn't feel like fixing what wasn't broken.
A few years later, she happened to be in Tampa, Florida for a promo event for 'Lupara' Energy Drink. Olivia ended up quitting halfway after hearing that Seattle was affected by the virus issue. Unfortunately, flight delays caused by missing airport staff forced her to stay in Tampa. The next day, at one of those airport inn hotels, she found herself impotently flailing about planks of wood against the hordes of humans-turned-monsters that now roamed the place; she wouldn't have survived if it hadn't been for the timely arrival of a maid with a shotgun.
Woefully unprepared for the situation, both mentally and physically, Olivia started out pretty much as baggage for all the surviving guests and staff at the hotel (no pun intended), and spent a lot of her time complaining while everyone else turned the place into a fortress. But then the situation became more dire as the months passed; supplies started to dwindle, supply drops from the confused military became less and less frequent, and the living dead congregated outside in ever-increasing numbers. With everyone too stubborn to leave, Olivia finally decided enough was enough and dropped her previous habits. Taking the initiative, she teamed up with a young street racer called Lyons to discreetly escape in a small car she'd found. As it was the only car in (barely-)working condition, they chose not to tell the others for fear they might fight over it. A few days of travel later, they ran out of fuel and had to make their way on foot to Orlando, where they eventually came across the refugee camp.
Olivia later found out the other survivors at the hotel had finally been overwhelmed, and while she's still adamant, now a hyper-practical, anti-emotion take-action type, that she and Lyons did the right thing, she secretly still doubts her actions.