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 Posted: Wed Jun 26, 2013 9:35 pm
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~Personal Info ~
╚══════════════╝ Designation: Lindsay Maria Dunn Call Name: Birch Cycles past: 26 Sex: Female It's in the blood: Caucasian Height: 5'9" Weight: 105lbs Hair: Blonde Eye Color: Blue Physic: Lindsay has a small but muscled frame from spending nearly everyday trekking through the woods. Her torso, though not defined enough to show her abdominal muscles is thin and pleasantly shaped. ╔══════════════╗
~Dig a bit Deeper~
╚══════════════╝ Occupation: Foodies Leader Loyalties: Foodies I can't help it! N/A It's fun:
☆ Hunting
☆ Hiking
☆ SketchingThanks much:
♡ Walking/Running
♡ Chatting
♡ Dancing
♡ Eating
♡ huntingNo way:
☠ Infected
☠ Drunks
☠ Annoying children
☠ Spinach
☠ Cold What the hell:
× Small Spaces
× The Ocean/Drowning
× Getting infected Can't Change It:
One wouldn't say that Lindsay is cold but she certainly is calculating. She has the innate need to do what needs to be done at all costs. She does not enjoy killing but values her life and her group's lives above all else and will lie, cheat, steal, and murder to protect them. Lindsay would rather sneak around a threat rather than face it head on. History is set in stone:
Lindsay hunted with her father since she was a young girl. When she was old enough, she obtained her own hunting license as well as a traditional style bow. Her love of the outdoors grew to such an extent that she decided that she wanted to spend everyday of her life outside. With this in mind she spent two years studying the land and maps around her home, learning tell tale signs of rivers, animal trails, tracking, and much more. In the year to come she set up a small business, guiding men and women through the thickest parts of the forest, whether it be to a specified spot or just a camping trip. She usually stayed out for several days when she guided. These skills came in handy when the outbreak commenced. She was at home when it happened. Her father fell ill and she took him to the hospital. It wasn't long before there was an attack in the hospital. It fell quickly and it was all Lindsay could do to get out alive. She has no hope for her father as the last thing she saw was a small pack entering his room.
Since the outbreak, Lindsay joined the Foodies group, with her dog, as one of the main fighters, offering herself out as an escort for anyone that can pay her price. With her knowledge of traversing the forest, she has become an invaluable source of food income and defense for her group. ╔══════════════╗
~Combat info~
╚══════════════╝ Main Weapon: Traditional Recurve Bow Secondary Weapons: XTREME->Extreme Fubar Strengths: What Lindsay lacks in raw strength, she makes up with her cunning problem solving skills as well as her agility. Weaknesses: As stated, Lindsay is far from a muscled mess, if it came down to it mostly anyone could probably wrestle her into submission, undead included. As for mental weaknesses, Lindsay has the dangerous habit of underestimating her foes and usually ends up in sticky situations. Combat style: Lindsay prefers not to fight at all but if the need arises she tends to stay back from the front lines and take her foe out at a distance. Using stealth as a main combat style does not always work however and when there is no other choice than to get up close and personal, she uses a hit and run tactic, always moving and staying out of arm's reach. Supplies:
Backpack:
Energy bars X 5
Water bottles X 2
Utility Knife X 1
Plastic Bags X 3
Metal Match X 1
Snare Wire Spool X 1
Sweater X 1
Pockets:
Lighter X 1
Wrist:
Wrist Compass X 1 ╔══════════════╗
~In addition~
╚══════════════╝ Themes: Gone - Snow White and the Huntsman Vehicle: N/A Others:
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Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2013 8:50 pm
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~ Basic Skills ~
╚══════════════╝ Cardio Rule #1 for survival. If you run out of Stamina, that's it. Can't fight, can't run away. You're done. ✩✩✩✩✩✩★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ Wits When s**t hits the fan, you need to think fast. The quicker you can assess a situation, the better chance you have. ✩✩✩✩✩✩✩✩✩★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ Fighting Sometimes the best defense is a lead pipe to the face. Other times, it's getting the hell out of the way. ✩✩✩✩✩✩✩✩✩✩★★★★★★★★★★★★★ Shooting Used to be shooting was just a hobby. Now it's a daily requirement.. ✩✩✩✩✩✩✩★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★
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~ Person Skills ~
╚══════════════╝ Stealth Being a woods guide strengthens the sense of awareness thus making it easier to avoid potentially noisy footsteps ✩✩✩✩✩✩★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ Direction With years of observing forest, a woods guide can tell where they have been and where they should go ✩✩✩✩✩✩✩★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★
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Posted: Sun Jul 14, 2013 7:02 pm
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~ Animal Companion ~
╚══════════════╝ Name: Ryker Age: 4 Gender: Male Type: Dog Breed: Irish Wolfhound Physical Appearance: 34" tall, 126 lbs, scruffy and well built. Fur: Medium length rough looking but soft grey fur with brown mixed throughout. Eye Color: Brown
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~ Skills ~
╚══════════════╝ Cardio Rule #1 for survival. If you run out of Stamina, that's it. Can't fight, can't run away. You're done. This goes for animals too. ✩✩✩✩✩✩★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ Wits Sometimes the animal really is smarter than the human ✩✩✩✩✩✩✩✩✩★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ Loyalty Treat an animal right and it will go through hell to get to you. Treat it wrong and it'll turn on you when you need it most. ✩✩✩✩✩★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ Fighting Claws and teeth work as well as blades and guns. Occasionally better ✩✩✩✩✩✩✩✩★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★
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Posted: Sat Aug 03, 2013 3:51 pm
 Please fill out your character blurb and pm it to myself or Ryu. You'll find it in the skeleton thread at the bottom :3
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 5:10 pm
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The compass points North {Location}
Just a scratch {Health/Injury and Such}
Faithful Companions {Weapons/Ryker}
Twang of the bowstring {OOC}
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