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~Personal Info ~
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Designation: Azalea Wisteria Romanov
Call Name: Peony
Cycles past: 21 years
Sex: Female
It's in the blood: Caucasian (Russian/Scottish/English decent)
Height: 5 feet 3 inches
Weight: 130 lbs
Hair: Mousy brown
Eye Color: One sky blue, one earthy brown. (heterochromia iridum)
Physic: The first thing that people typically notice about Azalea right away is, of course, her eyes. Being unnaturally colored, her eyes are one of the few and only truly spectacular things about her appearance, the rest of her being what she usually considers to appear "quite average". Born with a rare genetic mutation (Heterochroma iridum), Azalea's eyes are two different colors - the left being sky blue and the right being a warm, earthy brown that matches her brunette hair. She has a slender figure which lacks any defined muscle tone and even her "feminine curves" are somewhat lacking and unexceptional. Her legs are lean and strong from spending plenty of time outdoors and venturing out into the woods for several weekend long camping and hiking trips and, all in all, she seems to be a very healthy and fit individual.
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~Dig a bit Deeper~
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~Dig a bit Deeper~
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Occupation: Before the fall she went to school as a botany student specializing in poisonous and medicinal herbs. Now a days, she might be most useful as a cook or a forager seeing as she's not cut out for combat and knows a lot about what is safe or dangerous to consume.
Loyalties: Newbies
I can't help it! none yet
It's fun:
☆ Gardening
☆ Reading
☆ Cooking
Thanks much:
♡ Nature / Being outdoors
♡ Reading / Studying
♡ Coffee / Tea
♡ Cooking
♡ Getting exercise
No way:
☠ Urbanization
☠ Wasteful hunters
☠ Guns
☠ Crowds / social gatherings
☠ Large bodies of water
What the hell:
× Walkers / Bandits
× The Dark
× Being Abandoned
× Heights
× Drowning
Can't Change It: When it comes to Azalea's personality, one might find that she is really quite predictable. A normally quiet and bookish sort of girl, Azalea typically prefers the company of nature over man for the fact of the matter that nature never kills what it doesn't have to...and never talks more than it needs to. She loves the outdoors and open spaces almost as much as she loves her books and discovering new things and, on the rare occasion that she crosses something she has never seen before, one might catch a glimpse of more eager, childish side coming out. However, for the most part, she tends to keep to herself and can even come off as a bit of a "know-it-all" to those who are unaccustomed to her manner of "helping the ignorant" as she sees it. Though she is the sort of girl who believes that everything happens for a reason, she's not usually one to let faith and chance guide her. She's smart and tends to stick to logic and reason to guide her through her decisions rather than the whimsical emotions of her heart. When it comes to being around other people, Azalea often gets nervous in crowds and doesn't take too well to arguing. A nearly pure pacifist, Azalea would rather stifle any objections that she has with something rather than confront it and risk someone being angry with her for her opinion and she often breaks down when people result to yelling at her for whatever reason. For the most part, she is somewhat shy and doesn't know how to react to those who have adapted better to understanding those around them. Being homeschooled most of her life, she had very few she could call friends and thus understood very little about why people do the things they do. No matter how hard she tries, she struggles to understand concepts such as impulsive behavior, personal space and even her own more passionate thoughts and emotions from time to time. Ultimately, she is a girl who follows her brain instead of her heart and is simply baffled by those who do just the opposite. If there was one thing in the world that she hated the most, however, it would be the unnecessary killing of a living creature. She finds it very difficult to view these "walking dead" as no longer being human and often finds herself struggling to accept the morality of deciding to kill them. Clearly, she is a fairly kind girl who ultimately means well but she has a lot to learn on this path towards her own salvation or destruction.
History is set in stone: From the day of her birth, Azalea's fate was practically set in stone. Her father was a well respected surgeon and her mother a beloved school teacher. As such, the young girl was placed under great expectations from the very beginning, playing a large part in shaping her into the person that she is today. As a young child, she was care free, spending most of her earliest years reading books in her father's arms, or helping her mother in the kitchen and garden. In her youth, every day was a new adventure and a new opportunity to learn something she had not known the day before. Her mind was her playground and she soaked up lessons and information like a dried sponge to water. To her parents pure joy, they simply couldn't seem to teach her enough but as she grew, so did her understanding of the world around her and her place in it all, or rather the lack there of. By the time she was ten, Azalea began to notice distinct differences in her life that separated her from the other children in her neighborhood. For one, her parents kept her very close, closer than most did anyway. Her entire life, she had been home schooled by her parents command and though she had never minded it before, she couldn't deny that it seemed to place a barrier between her and other children that she sometimes encountered while pruning rose bushes in her front yard or peeking over the fences that lined the back garden. She watched them from a distance, completely enthralled and mystified sometimes, as they would play together, laughing talking and sharing with one another...and though she knew they were people just like she was, she couldn't help but feel, at the same time, that they weren't. They were different from her...more social, more playful. They regarded one another with a familiarity that she wasn't accustomed to but longed to know and the more she watched them, the more distant she felt from them. By the time she was a teen, she had begun to become a recluse, pushing out the longing desire for interaction with people her own age by submersing herself in her school studies and preparing for college. While other girls her age were going out with their boyfriends and talking about prom dresses, Azalea was applying for scholarships and forming a five-year-plan for her future and, because of her work, she managed to graduate almost a whole year early with a full ride scholarship to one of the best schools for botany in the region. The only down side to her good fortune was that, as a freshman, she would have to spend her first year of classes on campus in a dorm with other students...a thought that she didn't take too well to at first. She would be away from her home and her parents, the only people who had seemed to understand her throughout most of her life. Still, her parents wouldn't let her turn down such a great opportunity to excel in life so, just before the start of the new semester, Azalea packed up her belongings of everything that she could stand to take with her and made her way into the world, a fresh, blind newborn to the realm of possibilities that lied before her. College...was a whole new world that she had been dropped into like a pond fish into the great big ocean. The first month or so she spent struggling to learn how to adapt to her new schedule and getting by academically. Going to college would have been all for naught if all she did was flunk out and become the biggest disappointment her family had ever seen. She studied hard, stuck to her homework and avoided things like parties, sororities, drinking, drugs, fraternities and....well, boys in general as she only saw them as a distraction to her ultimate goal. Her best friends were her text books and she kept mostly to herself and the plants whenever it was necessary to work with them. She eventually found friendship with a small, terrier puppy which she named Magnolia because of her white and pale tan coloration...her faithful canine companion, as she had always called her and she cared for the little creature very much. Unfortunately, a class assignment which required her to go out into the wooded areas of the region and observe the botany life there, required her to leave the animal in the care of her less than competent room mate, Callie for a short time. Searching online for tours or camps that might allow her extended access to the forest in order to prolong her observations and obtain the best grade possible on her paper, she found a "wilderness survival training" camp that she supposed would be adequate enough and began to make preparations to leave the school the following week. She had never had much interest in wilderness survival as the advancement of modern society had always seemed like a given to her, but it would allow her to be in the forest for a while and she figured she might learn a thing or two from it that could be useful so she set out with determination and hasn't looked back....She's been traveling with the camp ever since, completing their tours and training with the group as she had intended. Little did she think that, while she was away in the peaceful serenity of the forest...the modern society that she took for granted...would be wiped from the face of the earth as she once knew it. This is where her story begins.
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~Combat info~
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~Combat info~
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Main Weapon: A garden shovelSecondary Weapons: anything I can throw or hit with
Strengths: Mental: very smart; specializes in poisonous and medicinal herbs; is a fast learner and able to make quick calculations in a moment's notice.
Physical: Strong legs - great for running, hiking and climbing; small and slender frame makes her light on her feet and able to sneak through foliage making little noise.
Weaknesses: Mental: not a highly social person and doesn't know how to relate to others very well. She gets anxious and crowds and high tension situations and isn't very good with dealing with stress.
Physical: Has very little upper body strength and is useless when it comes to lifting heavy objects, pushing, pulling or carrying heavy things.
Combat style: When it comes to fight or flight, Azalea would prefer to run or sneak around a walker than try to confront it. A pacifist and not one to enjoy killing any living object, Azalea only kills when it is absolutely necessary.
Supplies:
I n H e r B a c k p a c k[
Notebook/ sketchbook (x1)
Pen (x3)
Water Canteen (x1)
Insect repellant (x1)
small box of matches (x1)
flashlight (x1)
Small pocket knife (x1)
10 ft length of rope (x1)
Compass (x1)
Cell phone (x1)
Cell phone charger (x1)
Gardening Spade (x1)
Small Mason Jars (x3)
O n H e r P e r s o n
Necklace given to her by her mother and father
Approximately thirty dollars in US currency
A pack of gum - 10 pieces
2 Photographs taped into her notebook (one of her parents, the other of her pet, Magnolia)
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~In addition~
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~In addition~
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Themes: ( optional)
Vehicle: carpools with the camp group
Others: (anything else you think is important to add)
