Post by Izabel Seyfried on Aug 24, 2016 7:49:30 GMT -5
IZABEL NAOMI SEYFRIED
Face Claim: Nicole Whittaker
Face Claim: Nicole Whittaker
||GENERAL||Age|| Twenty Six
Birth Date|| July 18, 1990
Gender|| Female
Orientation|| Heterosexual
Native Language/Accent|| English (American)
Other Languages|| Spanish
Position|| Assassin
Alliance|| Victor's New Order
Specialty|| She has a particular fondness for a certain knife.
Title|| The Apprentice||STATS||Height|| 5' 7"
Body Type|| Tall, Slender, Athletic
Hair Color/Type|| Straight, Dark Auburn, Long (to the middle of her back)
Eye Color|| Green
Piercings|| Two (one in each ear)
Tattoos|| None
Scars|| Scar on right hip above butt cheek; scar on stomach (gunshot wound); scar on left shoulder (stab wound)
Overall Style|| A little blurb about how they dress***
Misc|| Anything else?***||PERSONALITY||Killer Personality Type|| Primarily for vengeance
Likes|| At least three.***
Dislikes|| At least three.***
Strengths|| Persistence and determination.
Weaknesses|| Her emotions can sometimes hinder her good judgement.
Fears|| That she will lose Dina and Victor because of her inexperience.
Desires|| All Izabel wants is to become the perfect assassin. She aims to be as meticulous as Victor along with the ruthless and mechanical ways of Ms. Kessler.
Flaws|| No one is perfect!***
Secrets|| She had a child with Javiar that was taken away from her. She is unsure if the child is still alive. She also killed her mother (heroin overdose). For her, her former self Sarai Cohen is dead.
Overall|| A little blurb to sum up their personality. Please try to include what they are like, anything they hate or love, and how they treat others.***||HISTORY||Birthplace|| Tuscon, Arizona
Mother|| Rachel Cohen (deceased)
Father|| Unknown
Siblings|| None (that she is aware of)
Companion|| Victor Faust (Present), Javiar Ruiz (Past, deceased, complicated)
Worthy Mentions|| Dina Gregory (Surrogate mother, alive)
Childhood|| At least a couple of paragraphs.***
Adolescence|| At least a couple of paragraphs.***
Adulthood|| At least a couple of paragraphs.***||BEHIND THE CHARACTER||Sample||
The calming sounds of the ocean waves, the warmth of the sun's rays shining brightly down on Camille, as she lays peacefully on a towel on a sandy beach. No worries, no cares. She digs her toes in the warm sand. The breeze is warm and comforting. The next gust of wind, cold, brisk. Camille awakes with a jolt. Catching her balance on the branch, she shakes her head. That was one of the best dreams she has had in months, and ruined, by the cold night air of Georgia. Camille glances down at her watch, hesitant to see how long she was asleep for. Nine O'clock, only three hours, that is not too bad. Camille tries to pull her sleeves from her jacket down, as if that would be of any help.
She peered through her binoculars once more, the faint outlines of buildings she saw earlier seem to be not that far. Camille needed to get inside, or risk spending the night out in the increasingly cold temperatures. "I should have stayed in Florida." Camille said shaking her head. Although, the weather was warmer, which is a positive for human survival. It is not the most pleasant, when you have thousands of rotting corpses sitting out in the hot sun all day. If the walkers didn't kill you, the stench would.
She placed her binoculars back in her knapsack, and sighed. "If I ever find who took my blanket and thermal jacket, I will kill them." Camille said sternly, staring intently into the woods. She will never forget that day, and would never make the mistake of thinking she's alone. Never again. She felt a sense of unease make its way throughout her body. She never spent a night on the ground, or for that matter risked walking around at night, with no light. She paused, thinking of all the nights she had spent safely above ground, high in the trees. She contemplated spending the night in the tree, tolerating the cold, and in the morning, finding better clothes to keep her warm. She shook her head, No, it's too cold tonight.
Camille took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and held her locket in her hand. For a moment, she didn't move. She kissed her locket, swung her knapsack over her shoulders and proceeded to make her way down the tree. As soon as she hit the ground, she quickly hit the tree's trunk with her ax, and proceeded to the road.
When she reached the pavement, she paused, tying her long bright hair into a low side ponytail. She took a quick glance around, and proceeded to make her way hastily down the middle of the street towards the buildings. "I'm just breaking all my rules tonight aren't I?" Camille said with a chuckle. Her smile, quickly disappeared, as she came to a full stop, she crouched behind one of the cars. She listened intently but heard nothing. She cautiously peeked over the hood of the car. In the distance, there was what appeared to be a person, sitting against one of the cars. She was pretty close, a good fifty yards away from the first building. Now it was going to be an obstacle course. "Not in the mood for this." Camille muttered under her breath. She needed to make sure that whatever it was, human or not, was not alive.
Camille slowly crept over to the driver side door, and unhooked her ax. Slowly, she rose, looking through what used to be a window. Suddenly, the body in the car moved and began to reach for her. Camille quickly whacked the walker right between the eyes, and as she released, its head fell right onto the steering wheel, triggering the horn. Camille flinched at the loud sound of the car horn, and knocked the walker off to the side. "Shit." She shook her head hoping to get rid of the ringing in her ears. Camille's heart was pounding, she peaked over the hood once more to see if the body moved. It didn't. She needed to get somewhere safe, and fast, before the walkers that heard the horn, if any, start to show up.
Username|| Ava
Age Group|| Twenty something.
Experience|| Almost a decade.
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