Post by victoria foster on Sept 7, 2014 20:55:23 GMT
Victoria G. Foster
20 - Survivor
History: Victoria grew up in a suburb/rural area of Leon Valley, outside of San Antonio, Texas. Her mother died when Victoria was young, so her father was the world to her. Her childhood was a relatively normal one, despite her mother’s absence. Her father worked as night watchman with whoever hired him. He worked on the late shift and Victoria wouldn’t see him alot. Father’s days were the best. They went out for ice cream and baseball, which her father loved but Victoria didn’t understand-nor did she want to-but she went along with it anyway. Her aunt and uncle lived further away in Hunt, Texas. The two of them would visit often. Victoria had a mother figure and her father got to see his brother. Victoria’s father taught her how to shoot. He said she needed to know how to defend herself. In high school Victoria was somewhere in the middle. Not popular, but not a loner either. She excelled in sports, eventually joining a track and field team. The rest of high school was a blur of homework, making friends, and going to competitions with her team. She wanted to become a police officer like her father. At her graduation her father was probably the proudest parent here. And Victoria could swear she saw her mother sitting in the audience.
All over, she was sheltered from news of epidemic. Until the neighbors started acting weird that morning. She received a phone call from her uncle. He had just killed his wife. She had been acting strangely all day and when she attacked him, he reluctantly put her out of her misery. He had known about epidemic, and it had finally reached Texas. Victoria rushed to find her father, getting as far as the front yard until her father staggered out, holding his gun. His clothes were blood stained. He had just shot the neighbor’s son Ted. Victoria was horrified. Her father told her people were getting sick and they needed to leave. They escaped by car, meeting up with her uncle near Comfort, Texas. The military had set up checkpoints. The man in the jeep ahead of them was shot point blank for displaying the symptoms. Her uncle quickly exited the car, fearing for his life. He’d been bit by his wife. Victoria’s father hurried after him and Victoria followed, but they were caught.
The guard raised his rifle and his uncle raised his arm, sacrificing himself. “He’s been bit!” One shot. Her uncle died. A shriek ripped from Victoria’s throat. The man swung his rifle toward her, thinking she was infected. Her father stepped in front. “Please...She’s my only daughter.” The man paused and radioed in. “Civilians attempting to leave checkpoint.” A pause. Victoria could barely hear the chatter. “If he’s infected they’re all infected.” A halo of bullets flew, riddling her father’s chest and nicking Victoria’s shoulder. The solider turned to her, but she was mercifully saved by one of the zombies who had managed to get out of the car in the check point line. Scared out of her wits, Victoria grabbed her father’s gun and ran. Victoria patched up her shoulder at an abandoned gas station’s first aid and she kept running. God was on her side again because she came across a family of survivors after a week of being on her own. They protected and helped each other, on the run for nearly a year, heading toward Georgia. When their own child was killed by a zombie on a supply run, Victoria’s “family” left. She has not seen them since and was trying to survive on her own.
It’s been months since she was that scared little 19 year old, but in some ways she still is. She’s drifted from group to group, but eventually something goes wrong. She’s gotten proficient at killing, and prefers hunting zombies than talking to people. Victoria hasn’t seen a living human in a long time. She’s been walking south, eventually coming to Georgia. Currently she’s unaware of Rick’s group, and just keeps fighting to survive. She’s starting to feel like living might not be worth it anymore, but she made a promise to herself and to her father to be the peacekeeper, the guardian of the weak. So she keeps going, just for them.
Cat. GMT. 20+.
20 - Survivor
Personality: Victoria doesn’t speak very much and normally keeps to herself. It takes her awhile to warm up to someone and trust them. She hates the government with a passion after that they did to her father. She carries survivor’s guilt about her father taking the bullet for her and she wants to honor him the best she can, by helping and protecting people just like he did when he was still alive. She was raised with “Southern Hospitality” and calls authority figures “Sir" and “Ma’am”. She is very kind and hates to see anyone in pain and will do everything she can to help them. If they push her away, she leaves them alone.
Victoria is brave and very selfless, willing to give up her own life to make sure that others were safe. She’s very protective and you hurt someone she knows be prepared for a firestorm. Her vengeful streak runs deep and she won’t stop until you’re dead. She’s less vengeful with people she knows but she won’t fully trust you again. Betrayal isn’t something to be taken lightly with her. She’s already experienced it once and honestly she’s scared of rejection again. She has a strong sense of justice, duty and loyalty, values her father taught her.
She is plagued by nightmares about her father dying and what she’s seen and had to do since then. They leave her drained and shaken in the morning, not that anyone knows. She’s been keeping them a secret, as others might view as mentally unstable. Victoria hates being treated like a child and she’s very stubborn. If given the choice Victoria would be hunting government officials. Walkers are the next best thing. Despite her tough act there’s still a scared kid fresh out of high school with no idea what to do. She misses her family terribly. But on the flip side she’s not scared of death as it’s the only way she’ll be reunited with her family. Such thinking makes her reckless, jumping into danger feet first.
Victoria is brave and very selfless, willing to give up her own life to make sure that others were safe. She’s very protective and you hurt someone she knows be prepared for a firestorm. Her vengeful streak runs deep and she won’t stop until you’re dead. She’s less vengeful with people she knows but she won’t fully trust you again. Betrayal isn’t something to be taken lightly with her. She’s already experienced it once and honestly she’s scared of rejection again. She has a strong sense of justice, duty and loyalty, values her father taught her.
She is plagued by nightmares about her father dying and what she’s seen and had to do since then. They leave her drained and shaken in the morning, not that anyone knows. She’s been keeping them a secret, as others might view as mentally unstable. Victoria hates being treated like a child and she’s very stubborn. If given the choice Victoria would be hunting government officials. Walkers are the next best thing. Despite her tough act there’s still a scared kid fresh out of high school with no idea what to do. She misses her family terribly. But on the flip side she’s not scared of death as it’s the only way she’ll be reunited with her family. Such thinking makes her reckless, jumping into danger feet first.
History: Victoria grew up in a suburb/rural area of Leon Valley, outside of San Antonio, Texas. Her mother died when Victoria was young, so her father was the world to her. Her childhood was a relatively normal one, despite her mother’s absence. Her father worked as night watchman with whoever hired him. He worked on the late shift and Victoria wouldn’t see him alot. Father’s days were the best. They went out for ice cream and baseball, which her father loved but Victoria didn’t understand-nor did she want to-but she went along with it anyway. Her aunt and uncle lived further away in Hunt, Texas. The two of them would visit often. Victoria had a mother figure and her father got to see his brother. Victoria’s father taught her how to shoot. He said she needed to know how to defend herself. In high school Victoria was somewhere in the middle. Not popular, but not a loner either. She excelled in sports, eventually joining a track and field team. The rest of high school was a blur of homework, making friends, and going to competitions with her team. She wanted to become a police officer like her father. At her graduation her father was probably the proudest parent here. And Victoria could swear she saw her mother sitting in the audience.
All over, she was sheltered from news of epidemic. Until the neighbors started acting weird that morning. She received a phone call from her uncle. He had just killed his wife. She had been acting strangely all day and when she attacked him, he reluctantly put her out of her misery. He had known about epidemic, and it had finally reached Texas. Victoria rushed to find her father, getting as far as the front yard until her father staggered out, holding his gun. His clothes were blood stained. He had just shot the neighbor’s son Ted. Victoria was horrified. Her father told her people were getting sick and they needed to leave. They escaped by car, meeting up with her uncle near Comfort, Texas. The military had set up checkpoints. The man in the jeep ahead of them was shot point blank for displaying the symptoms. Her uncle quickly exited the car, fearing for his life. He’d been bit by his wife. Victoria’s father hurried after him and Victoria followed, but they were caught.
The guard raised his rifle and his uncle raised his arm, sacrificing himself. “He’s been bit!” One shot. Her uncle died. A shriek ripped from Victoria’s throat. The man swung his rifle toward her, thinking she was infected. Her father stepped in front. “Please...She’s my only daughter.” The man paused and radioed in. “Civilians attempting to leave checkpoint.” A pause. Victoria could barely hear the chatter. “If he’s infected they’re all infected.” A halo of bullets flew, riddling her father’s chest and nicking Victoria’s shoulder. The solider turned to her, but she was mercifully saved by one of the zombies who had managed to get out of the car in the check point line. Scared out of her wits, Victoria grabbed her father’s gun and ran. Victoria patched up her shoulder at an abandoned gas station’s first aid and she kept running. God was on her side again because she came across a family of survivors after a week of being on her own. They protected and helped each other, on the run for nearly a year, heading toward Georgia. When their own child was killed by a zombie on a supply run, Victoria’s “family” left. She has not seen them since and was trying to survive on her own.
It’s been months since she was that scared little 19 year old, but in some ways she still is. She’s drifted from group to group, but eventually something goes wrong. She’s gotten proficient at killing, and prefers hunting zombies than talking to people. Victoria hasn’t seen a living human in a long time. She’s been walking south, eventually coming to Georgia. Currently she’s unaware of Rick’s group, and just keeps fighting to survive. She’s starting to feel like living might not be worth it anymore, but she made a promise to herself and to her father to be the peacekeeper, the guardian of the weak. So she keeps going, just for them.
Canon: no
Cat. GMT. 20+.