Post by Sarah Broughton on Oct 17, 2009 19:56:20 GMT -5
Character Name: Sarah Marie Broughton
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Birthplace: New York City
Physical Appearance (Photo or description):
Likes: Shopping, designer clothes, caramel chocolates, shooting zombies in the head
Dislikes: designer knock offs, deep fried foods, zombies, missing zombies when trying to shoot them in the head, no cellphone reception
Strengths: She is determined, intelligent, capable of making hard decisions on the spot, not a bad aim either.
Weaknesses: Useless in unarmed combat, can get overly emotional which can lead her to be easily distracted, and hasn't quite grasped the fact that she won't be getting her way all the time any more.
Weapon Of Choice (Within reason): Shot gun, 308 rifle.
Personality: Used to being the "queen bee" at her school, Sarah is a bit of a control freak and has a tendency to be bitchy and make people dislike her. Underneath it all she has a big heart and wants to do the right thing. She doesn't enjoy people hating her but has decided to deal with it because getting close to people right now would only end badly.
History:
Sarah was born in Manhattan, the only child of Ava and Noah Broughton. Noah was a wealthy lawyer, as was his father, and grandfather etc so the Broughton's were used to having money to burn. Sarah, being the only child, was indulged her whole life, never once being refused what she wanted. She went to private schools her entire life, and her wealth and good looks made it easy for her to attain popularity.
Her father, being the busy lawyer that he was, was often not home, but when he was, he made sure he spent as much time as possible with his little girl. He'd take her skeet shooting, or deer hunting leaving her with some proficiency with firearms, especially at long distance. Despite the expectations on her to have perfect grades and to join the Broughton ranks of lawyers, it was these moments with her father where she felt the least pressure to succeed.
The day the Z Virus hit New York, Sarah had decided to cut class and go shopping. There hadn't been anything terribly important to learn that day and she needed to relax. What better way to relax than to spend daddy's money on the best clothes in town? She'd been in the process of trying on a pair of fantastic blue skinny jeans when she heard screams coming from outside of the store. Frowning, she left the changing room to investigate, only to find the store empty of all personnel and the street outside empty. Curious and a tad freaked out, Sarah had grabbed her purse and sprinted out of the shop, staring down the street to her left. Nothing. When she turned to her right however, she was so stunned she could barely move. She'd wanted to call them zombies but had forced herself not to, because that was ridiculous. But there wasn't a whole lot of other things to describe the horde of things moving towards her. They were slow, thank god for that, and they were most definitely undead. After several horrifying moments during which Sarah did nothing but stared, she forced her legs to move, turned around, and ran as fast as she could towards home.
She was hesitant to enter the apartment building, afraid that perhaps there were more of them inside. She'd seen the movies, she knew that if things had gotten this far, that they could be anywhere... and she was too scared to disbelieve anything. But when she realised her only choice was get eaten outside or go inside with the slight possibility of not getting eaten she'd picked inside. Taking the stares so that the noise from the elevator didn't attract any unwanted guests. No one had been home. Her father was on a business trip, and who knew where her mother had got to. She wanted to look for them but made the decision to get out of the building as quickly as possible. Grabbing the pack she used when she and her father went hunting, Sarah filled it with a change of clothes, a sleeping bag, cans of food she hadn't even known they had, and as much ammo for both the shotgun and the rifle before switching her shoes to something actually runnable and leaving without looking back.
She spent the next year on the run, meeting up with various survivor groups but never staying long. She liked being with others, if only so she didn't have to watch her own back, but she always felt awkward with groups of survivors, and couldn't bring herself to make them like her so she always left. She's not quite sure where she's heading at the moment, which she knows is dangerous, but she just wants to keep on the move.
Location At Time Of Outbreak: New York City
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Birthplace: New York City
Physical Appearance (Photo or description):
Likes: Shopping, designer clothes, caramel chocolates, shooting zombies in the head
Dislikes: designer knock offs, deep fried foods, zombies, missing zombies when trying to shoot them in the head, no cellphone reception
Strengths: She is determined, intelligent, capable of making hard decisions on the spot, not a bad aim either.
Weaknesses: Useless in unarmed combat, can get overly emotional which can lead her to be easily distracted, and hasn't quite grasped the fact that she won't be getting her way all the time any more.
Weapon Of Choice (Within reason): Shot gun, 308 rifle.
Personality: Used to being the "queen bee" at her school, Sarah is a bit of a control freak and has a tendency to be bitchy and make people dislike her. Underneath it all she has a big heart and wants to do the right thing. She doesn't enjoy people hating her but has decided to deal with it because getting close to people right now would only end badly.
History:
Sarah was born in Manhattan, the only child of Ava and Noah Broughton. Noah was a wealthy lawyer, as was his father, and grandfather etc so the Broughton's were used to having money to burn. Sarah, being the only child, was indulged her whole life, never once being refused what she wanted. She went to private schools her entire life, and her wealth and good looks made it easy for her to attain popularity.
Her father, being the busy lawyer that he was, was often not home, but when he was, he made sure he spent as much time as possible with his little girl. He'd take her skeet shooting, or deer hunting leaving her with some proficiency with firearms, especially at long distance. Despite the expectations on her to have perfect grades and to join the Broughton ranks of lawyers, it was these moments with her father where she felt the least pressure to succeed.
The day the Z Virus hit New York, Sarah had decided to cut class and go shopping. There hadn't been anything terribly important to learn that day and she needed to relax. What better way to relax than to spend daddy's money on the best clothes in town? She'd been in the process of trying on a pair of fantastic blue skinny jeans when she heard screams coming from outside of the store. Frowning, she left the changing room to investigate, only to find the store empty of all personnel and the street outside empty. Curious and a tad freaked out, Sarah had grabbed her purse and sprinted out of the shop, staring down the street to her left. Nothing. When she turned to her right however, she was so stunned she could barely move. She'd wanted to call them zombies but had forced herself not to, because that was ridiculous. But there wasn't a whole lot of other things to describe the horde of things moving towards her. They were slow, thank god for that, and they were most definitely undead. After several horrifying moments during which Sarah did nothing but stared, she forced her legs to move, turned around, and ran as fast as she could towards home.
She was hesitant to enter the apartment building, afraid that perhaps there were more of them inside. She'd seen the movies, she knew that if things had gotten this far, that they could be anywhere... and she was too scared to disbelieve anything. But when she realised her only choice was get eaten outside or go inside with the slight possibility of not getting eaten she'd picked inside. Taking the stares so that the noise from the elevator didn't attract any unwanted guests. No one had been home. Her father was on a business trip, and who knew where her mother had got to. She wanted to look for them but made the decision to get out of the building as quickly as possible. Grabbing the pack she used when she and her father went hunting, Sarah filled it with a change of clothes, a sleeping bag, cans of food she hadn't even known they had, and as much ammo for both the shotgun and the rifle before switching her shoes to something actually runnable and leaving without looking back.
She spent the next year on the run, meeting up with various survivor groups but never staying long. She liked being with others, if only so she didn't have to watch her own back, but she always felt awkward with groups of survivors, and couldn't bring herself to make them like her so she always left. She's not quite sure where she's heading at the moment, which she knows is dangerous, but she just wants to keep on the move.
Location At Time Of Outbreak: New York City
