Post by Simone on Apr 21, 2012 16:04:29 GMT -7
*Full Name: Simone Mercier
Nicknames:
Apparent Age: 30’s
*True Age: 39
*Gender: female
*Hair: She has straight dark chocolate brown hair that falls to her shoulders, curling in gently. Her part is off the side and her bangs brushed up and over so they’re out of her face. Her bangs extend down to her chin. Her hair isn’t always the cleanest- she’s not a stickler for hair hygiene. She’ll wash it when she finds a shower. Other than that- she doesn’t worry too much about it.
*Skin: She has fair, almost porcelain white skin. But it’s not near so flawless anymore.
*Eyes: dark navy blue/turquoise
*Height: 5’5”
*Body Type: Average. She has enough muscle to be considered sinewy, but not enough to be considered strong on first glance.
*Physical Description:
--Face: She has an oval shaped face with rounded jaw line- there isn’t an obvious point where her jaw ends and her chin begins. Her chin is slightly wider than average. She has somewhat thinner lips that average. Her upper lip seems to be a little fuller than her bottom lip. Her nose slopes off her face with a slight rise in the bridge before the tip, which is round and slightly upturned. Her cheek bones start high on her face, but they aren’t prominent so it’s harder to tell. Her eyes are thin, almond shaped with hooded lids. Beneath them, you can hardly tell her eyes are blue. She has thin eyebrows that arch up from the start and traverse a mostly straight line. She also has unusually sharp canines.
--Clothes: She still wears her orange prison jumpsuit, with a white tank top underneath. The collar of it is flipped up and the shirt is unbuttoned. She wears a black, men’s black denim vest on top of that. Over her pants, she wears a thick black denim skirt that she cut up the center and the back for mobility. She wears the skirt as extra protection, since prison-jumpsuit fabric is fairly thin. She wears leather boots that stop above her knees. The boots have about a 2” heel on them. A steel band wraps around the boot above the ankle and three other steel bands wrap around the top of the boot from a Roman-sandal pattern that starts with the steel band above the ankle. She also wears black leather gloves that go up to her elbows.
--Extras: She has two scars on her face, forming an X shape on her forehead. She also has what appears to be a black eye around her left eyes.
Vocal Tone: She has a deeper gravely voice. And a slight Boston accent. (she drops her R’s on certain words.)
*Nationality: She is American.
Philosophy:
Friends are unnecessary burdens. They have no survival value.
Shoot first, ask questions later.
If it doesn’t have cigarettes, it isn’t my kind of place.
Never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway.
The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do.
Deny me a cigarette and I’ll deny you your next breath.
for wounds: Pour some alcohol on it and drink the rest- you’ll be fine.
Sexual Orientation: Bi. She’ll go either way on a whim
*Previous Occupation: Inmate. Before that? Serial Killer.
*Weapons of Choice:
Whatever she happens to pick up at the time and is convenient. Often times, when she’s finished with it, she’ll drop it. She’s a scavenger, but she can use anything like a weapon.
Weapons used:
Revolver that she picked up from a fallen prison guard.
Axe from a fire emergency case.
Likes: Shrunken heads, blood, the thrill of doing something dangerous.
Dislikes: clingy people, children,
*Fears or Phobias: Nothing. She’s is in a crazed state of mind, always has. She has no fear of heights and views anything that the world/common sense says she can’t do as a challenge.
Favorite Food(s): Raw meat.
Favorite Drink(s): Nothing.
Favorite Color(s): Orange and black.
Hobbies: Making shrunken heads.
*Personality Traits:
--Positive Personality Traits: Fearless, cunning, determined
--Negative Personality Traits: Malicious, crazed, no loyalty or honor, incredibly violent
Misc. Quirks: Her slight Boston accent. You know, dropping the R’s.
Bad Habits: Smoking, her violence which can be extended to anything and everything.
Morals and Code of Honor/Rules for Survival: There are no friends, only enemies and useful tools.
Theme Songs:
Yep. No words. Doesn't need 'em.
Also considered:
Frontline by Pillar, I Will Not Bow by Breaking Benjamin, and Hard to See by Five Finger Deathpunch.
*History:
-Childhood.
No body knows. Simone didn’t appear on record until she was caught. Judging by her mental state, it probably wasn’t anything pretty.
-Family
No family, apparently. No friends, relatives… And all her enemies were killed on spot.
-Schooling.
No record of her ever going to school.
-Life Experience.
Unknown.
-Occupational:
Serial Killer- she used to take the heads of her victims and turn them into shrunken heads. She’s now very good at cleaning wounds and stitching them. Make no mistake though- she can open up wounds too.
For almost a decade, eastern Massachusetts was stricken by an unknown killer who ghosted amongst them. Over twenty people died from the hands of this person, labeled at the time as The Predator. The killing style was defined as the victim loosing the ability to walk, usually by being shot in the legs by what was believed to be a sniper rifle. Then the Predator would come and cut the victim up and take their head off. Afterwards, the bodies were hung up at the nearest high point. Street lights, signs… anything a rope could be hung from and left. The public demanded this monster be caught and the best FBI agents were called in. And, finally, they found the monster accidentally after breaking into an old abandoned ‘haunted’ house where a child had disappeared. They found over twenty shrunken heads and, sitting cross-legged on the floor, their maker. A woman with a fresh cut on her forehead. She licked the blood off her lips and greeted them with a chilling smile. She put up no fight being arrested and admitted, almost cheerfully, to all of her crimes, even those she hadn’t been charged with (over 30 other victims in other states). She was found guilty and sentenced to the chair.
*-Lone Ranger
[Excerpt from the notes of a writer who was witness.]
In prisons across the nation, mostly innocent people were released. The scum of society were left. All those who’d committed heinous crimes against humanity were left to rot in their cells when many guards abandoned their duty. They often left the search lights going since many were by the coast and it served as a lighthouse to ships and that the prison was overrun. This prison, was mostly abandoned, but revisited so to ensure that She would die.
The prison is typically not where’d expect to see so many innocent civilians, but there they all were. Families of the victims all there to see the unapologetic monster who’d murdered their precious family members finally meet her end. The lone sound of her chains rattling and the wheels of the flat cart caused a hush to fall upon the crowd. She met all of their eyes with her crazed ones and a malicious smirk. They all either glowered at her with raw hatred or shrunk back in fear. She started chuckling. An evil, raspy sound that got steadily louder until it was an insane cackle. The guards chained her to the chair, none to gently, but she didn’t need to be coaxed. She sat in the chair comfortably and willingly. Slouching slightly with her hands on the arms of the death chair, legs crossed. Looking for all the world like a powerful queen on her throne.
Just the night before, she’d been asked what she wanted as her last meal. She spoke, a chilling gravely sound, carrying an equally bone-rattling response that sickened every man in the room, “Bring me the skin and meat of a child.” Her request was immediately denied. She was given nothing and softly, in the lonesome dark of her cell, all humans in the prison could hear her start to sing softly. A song she sang every night. A haunting melody that whispered through the air and pierced into the brains off all men who heard it. They had avoided her cell like the plague since she’d come there what seemed like generations, though it’d only been six and a half years. They all feared her. As well they should.
Even now, they stood far away from her. None wanting to get close. Sounds started erupting from outside. The guards went to investigate. From her chair, the woman known as Simone Mercier smiled wide and her eyes took on an even crazier glint. “And so it begins… The world is the toll bridge and the price to pass has just soared higher than ever before. The beast that cannot be stopped. The monster within yourselves. Spreading… Spreading… You sought so desperately for a cure to a disease that kept the balance of nature. Preventing you from over-breeding and tearing this planet apart. You will suffer for your arrogance. Man is not above neither science nor any god, but the pitiful aftermath.” She started laughing, throwing back her head. The whole room stared at her with wide eyes. The anger and hate gone and replaced with a terror for a monster truly born from the darkness. Her laughter died to a soft chuckle before stopping, her head hung for a moment before she looked up. Her voice had turned to a malicious snarl. “And one by one dropped the reveliers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall. And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.”
The prison guards and the civilians all seemed content to stand and stare until one guard snapped out of it and burst into action. The guards grabbed their guns and herded the civilians out. The guard was determined to get all of the civilians out alive. Strange things were infiltrating as well as a large horde. Where they’d come from… The light of the searchlight had been drawing them in for a long time. And now, they’d finally arrived. As the guards came with the civilians to cover their escape, the inmates were released… As the guards left and they set the prison in lock down so the inmates were imprisoned yet again. But this time, it was in an arena like those of the Romans and the lion was a horde of cannibalistic freaks.
Simone Mercier was left strapped to the chair to die last anyone knew.
But, that’s not how it ended for her. She was loosed from her bonds by her fellow inmates to fight alongside them for the right to live. With an axe and a pistol picked up from the body of a dead body a guard. During the fight, 97% of the inmates lost their lives. Simone was bitten and the disease is over taking her slowly but surely. Her skin around her left eyes is already bruising, flaking, and turning scaly. It’s hard to say what she will become, only that she will and it’s only a matter of time.
*Note, that the disease from the vaccine takes YEARS to kill. So being bitten takes it to you having about a year, maybe two to live. Probably less though.
[Story told better in the first post- after Noobville, of course.]
Mission: To complete her Bucket List.
1.) Ride a Spiker
2.) Kill an atlas
3.) Play dominoes with tall buildings by knocking over one with a wrecking ball.
4.) Captain a ship in a naval battle against the military/navy
5.) Ride a roller coaster without the seat belt
6.) Burn 1 million dollars
7.) Kill a zombie with a combine
8.) Blow up the White House
9.) Take over an entire town of savages, take them as her army, and then feed them all to the vultures
10.) Drop a grand piano on an infected
11.) Shoot a screamer before she screams
12.) Take the horns off a Minotaur- and kill it while it’s charging
13.) Tango with a Whipfist
14.) Take the head off a Doll (make a shrunken head from it)
15.) Catch 10 Sharks in one net and make a necklace from their teeth
16.) Get a pet Vulture (like Golem from LotR)
17.) Bury a Mimic alive
18.) Be carried off by a Harpie (to fly)
19.) Fence with a Freak
20.) Kill 1,000 zombies.
*See Silver Lining for more info on where they were X-d off.
*Side Note, I will be RP-ing as Simone, for the most part, alone. She doesn't group up with people. But- If you want to have some killz with her, she can stop on by. But know that the RP will include a Bucket List item being X-ed off and that she'll leave as soon as she has accomplished her own goal.
Nicknames:
Apparent Age: 30’s
*True Age: 39
*Gender: female
*Hair: She has straight dark chocolate brown hair that falls to her shoulders, curling in gently. Her part is off the side and her bangs brushed up and over so they’re out of her face. Her bangs extend down to her chin. Her hair isn’t always the cleanest- she’s not a stickler for hair hygiene. She’ll wash it when she finds a shower. Other than that- she doesn’t worry too much about it.
*Skin: She has fair, almost porcelain white skin. But it’s not near so flawless anymore.
*Eyes: dark navy blue/turquoise
*Height: 5’5”
*Body Type: Average. She has enough muscle to be considered sinewy, but not enough to be considered strong on first glance.
*Physical Description:
--Face: She has an oval shaped face with rounded jaw line- there isn’t an obvious point where her jaw ends and her chin begins. Her chin is slightly wider than average. She has somewhat thinner lips that average. Her upper lip seems to be a little fuller than her bottom lip. Her nose slopes off her face with a slight rise in the bridge before the tip, which is round and slightly upturned. Her cheek bones start high on her face, but they aren’t prominent so it’s harder to tell. Her eyes are thin, almond shaped with hooded lids. Beneath them, you can hardly tell her eyes are blue. She has thin eyebrows that arch up from the start and traverse a mostly straight line. She also has unusually sharp canines.
--Clothes: She still wears her orange prison jumpsuit, with a white tank top underneath. The collar of it is flipped up and the shirt is unbuttoned. She wears a black, men’s black denim vest on top of that. Over her pants, she wears a thick black denim skirt that she cut up the center and the back for mobility. She wears the skirt as extra protection, since prison-jumpsuit fabric is fairly thin. She wears leather boots that stop above her knees. The boots have about a 2” heel on them. A steel band wraps around the boot above the ankle and three other steel bands wrap around the top of the boot from a Roman-sandal pattern that starts with the steel band above the ankle. She also wears black leather gloves that go up to her elbows.
--Extras: She has two scars on her face, forming an X shape on her forehead. She also has what appears to be a black eye around her left eyes.
Vocal Tone: She has a deeper gravely voice. And a slight Boston accent. (she drops her R’s on certain words.)
*Nationality: She is American.
Philosophy:
Friends are unnecessary burdens. They have no survival value.
Shoot first, ask questions later.
If it doesn’t have cigarettes, it isn’t my kind of place.
Never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway.
The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do.
Deny me a cigarette and I’ll deny you your next breath.
for wounds: Pour some alcohol on it and drink the rest- you’ll be fine.
Sexual Orientation: Bi. She’ll go either way on a whim
*Previous Occupation: Inmate. Before that? Serial Killer.
*Weapons of Choice:
Whatever she happens to pick up at the time and is convenient. Often times, when she’s finished with it, she’ll drop it. She’s a scavenger, but she can use anything like a weapon.
Weapons used:
Revolver that she picked up from a fallen prison guard.
Axe from a fire emergency case.
Likes: Shrunken heads, blood, the thrill of doing something dangerous.
Dislikes: clingy people, children,
*Fears or Phobias: Nothing. She’s is in a crazed state of mind, always has. She has no fear of heights and views anything that the world/common sense says she can’t do as a challenge.
Favorite Food(s): Raw meat.
Favorite Drink(s): Nothing.
Favorite Color(s): Orange and black.
Hobbies: Making shrunken heads.
*Personality Traits:
--Positive Personality Traits: Fearless, cunning, determined
--Negative Personality Traits: Malicious, crazed, no loyalty or honor, incredibly violent
Misc. Quirks: Her slight Boston accent. You know, dropping the R’s.
Bad Habits: Smoking, her violence which can be extended to anything and everything.
Morals and Code of Honor/Rules for Survival: There are no friends, only enemies and useful tools.
Theme Songs:
Yep. No words. Doesn't need 'em.
Also considered:
Frontline by Pillar, I Will Not Bow by Breaking Benjamin, and Hard to See by Five Finger Deathpunch.
*History:
-Childhood.
No body knows. Simone didn’t appear on record until she was caught. Judging by her mental state, it probably wasn’t anything pretty.
-Family
No family, apparently. No friends, relatives… And all her enemies were killed on spot.
-Schooling.
No record of her ever going to school.
-Life Experience.
Unknown.
-Occupational:
Serial Killer- she used to take the heads of her victims and turn them into shrunken heads. She’s now very good at cleaning wounds and stitching them. Make no mistake though- she can open up wounds too.
For almost a decade, eastern Massachusetts was stricken by an unknown killer who ghosted amongst them. Over twenty people died from the hands of this person, labeled at the time as The Predator. The killing style was defined as the victim loosing the ability to walk, usually by being shot in the legs by what was believed to be a sniper rifle. Then the Predator would come and cut the victim up and take their head off. Afterwards, the bodies were hung up at the nearest high point. Street lights, signs… anything a rope could be hung from and left. The public demanded this monster be caught and the best FBI agents were called in. And, finally, they found the monster accidentally after breaking into an old abandoned ‘haunted’ house where a child had disappeared. They found over twenty shrunken heads and, sitting cross-legged on the floor, their maker. A woman with a fresh cut on her forehead. She licked the blood off her lips and greeted them with a chilling smile. She put up no fight being arrested and admitted, almost cheerfully, to all of her crimes, even those she hadn’t been charged with (over 30 other victims in other states). She was found guilty and sentenced to the chair.
*-Lone Ranger
[Excerpt from the notes of a writer who was witness.]
In prisons across the nation, mostly innocent people were released. The scum of society were left. All those who’d committed heinous crimes against humanity were left to rot in their cells when many guards abandoned their duty. They often left the search lights going since many were by the coast and it served as a lighthouse to ships and that the prison was overrun. This prison, was mostly abandoned, but revisited so to ensure that She would die.
The prison is typically not where’d expect to see so many innocent civilians, but there they all were. Families of the victims all there to see the unapologetic monster who’d murdered their precious family members finally meet her end. The lone sound of her chains rattling and the wheels of the flat cart caused a hush to fall upon the crowd. She met all of their eyes with her crazed ones and a malicious smirk. They all either glowered at her with raw hatred or shrunk back in fear. She started chuckling. An evil, raspy sound that got steadily louder until it was an insane cackle. The guards chained her to the chair, none to gently, but she didn’t need to be coaxed. She sat in the chair comfortably and willingly. Slouching slightly with her hands on the arms of the death chair, legs crossed. Looking for all the world like a powerful queen on her throne.
Just the night before, she’d been asked what she wanted as her last meal. She spoke, a chilling gravely sound, carrying an equally bone-rattling response that sickened every man in the room, “Bring me the skin and meat of a child.” Her request was immediately denied. She was given nothing and softly, in the lonesome dark of her cell, all humans in the prison could hear her start to sing softly. A song she sang every night. A haunting melody that whispered through the air and pierced into the brains off all men who heard it. They had avoided her cell like the plague since she’d come there what seemed like generations, though it’d only been six and a half years. They all feared her. As well they should.
Even now, they stood far away from her. None wanting to get close. Sounds started erupting from outside. The guards went to investigate. From her chair, the woman known as Simone Mercier smiled wide and her eyes took on an even crazier glint. “And so it begins… The world is the toll bridge and the price to pass has just soared higher than ever before. The beast that cannot be stopped. The monster within yourselves. Spreading… Spreading… You sought so desperately for a cure to a disease that kept the balance of nature. Preventing you from over-breeding and tearing this planet apart. You will suffer for your arrogance. Man is not above neither science nor any god, but the pitiful aftermath.” She started laughing, throwing back her head. The whole room stared at her with wide eyes. The anger and hate gone and replaced with a terror for a monster truly born from the darkness. Her laughter died to a soft chuckle before stopping, her head hung for a moment before she looked up. Her voice had turned to a malicious snarl. “And one by one dropped the reveliers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall. And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.”
The prison guards and the civilians all seemed content to stand and stare until one guard snapped out of it and burst into action. The guards grabbed their guns and herded the civilians out. The guard was determined to get all of the civilians out alive. Strange things were infiltrating as well as a large horde. Where they’d come from… The light of the searchlight had been drawing them in for a long time. And now, they’d finally arrived. As the guards came with the civilians to cover their escape, the inmates were released… As the guards left and they set the prison in lock down so the inmates were imprisoned yet again. But this time, it was in an arena like those of the Romans and the lion was a horde of cannibalistic freaks.
Simone Mercier was left strapped to the chair to die last anyone knew.
But, that’s not how it ended for her. She was loosed from her bonds by her fellow inmates to fight alongside them for the right to live. With an axe and a pistol picked up from the body of a dead body a guard. During the fight, 97% of the inmates lost their lives. Simone was bitten and the disease is over taking her slowly but surely. Her skin around her left eyes is already bruising, flaking, and turning scaly. It’s hard to say what she will become, only that she will and it’s only a matter of time.
*Note, that the disease from the vaccine takes YEARS to kill. So being bitten takes it to you having about a year, maybe two to live. Probably less though.
[Story told better in the first post- after Noobville, of course.]
Mission: To complete her Bucket List.
1.) Ride a Spiker
2.) Kill an atlas
3.) Play dominoes with tall buildings by knocking over one with a wrecking ball.
5.) Ride a roller coaster without the seat belt
6.) Burn 1 million dollars
7.) Kill a zombie with a combine
8.) Blow up the White House
9.) Take over an entire town of savages, take them as her army, and then feed them all to the vultures
10.) Drop a grand piano on an infected
11.) Shoot a screamer before she screams
12.) Take the horns off a Minotaur- and kill it while it’s charging
13.) Tango with a Whipfist
14.) Take the head off a Doll (make a shrunken head from it)
15.) Catch 10 Sharks in one net and make a necklace from their teeth
16.) Get a pet Vulture (like Golem from LotR)
17.) Bury a Mimic alive
18.) Be carried off by a Harpie (to fly)
19.) Fence with a Freak
20.) Kill 1,000 zombies.
*See Silver Lining for more info on where they were X-d off.
*Side Note, I will be RP-ing as Simone, for the most part, alone. She doesn't group up with people. But- If you want to have some killz with her, she can stop on by. But know that the RP will include a Bucket List item being X-ed off and that she'll leave as soon as she has accomplished her own goal.