02-05-2017, 11:25 PM
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[spoiler= THE WORLD IS AN UGLY PLACE  CAMILLE][size=8pt][font=verdana]general  WHISPER LITTLE WHITE LIES
CANILLE L. SAWYER | FEMALE [ SHE/HER ]
twenty eight years old | looks to be in her early twenties
grunt of the badlands | doesn't hold any real loyalty to the badlands
 born in Rhode Island | had a loving family
heterosexual | heteroromantic | single | has no romantic feelings
had a husband and two daughters | daughters died of starvation and husband was lost in a blizzard
has dagnosed bpd | suffers from depression | doesn't believe she has them
Pia Kristine Cruz faceclaim
facts  I'M JUST A MINDLESS SHELL OF WHAT HAS BEEN
before the world changed she was a woman from a wealthy family. she went to college, became a nurse, and got married. the man was poor, not really someone her parents would approve of. still, she loved him. they had beautiful twin girls named Christina and Chelsie. once the world changed her two girls died of starvation early on, devastating. not awhile after her husband was lost in a blizzard. she still hopes that her husband is alive and looking for her.
she has a distant, cold voice with the slightest east coast accent.
since she has no other clothes her forever outfit is a pair of old, ratty jeans, a too large T-shirt, and a rain proof jacket.
absolutely hates cocky assholes and whiny people who rely on others.
[b]interaction  TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHO I WAS
MEDIUM PHYSICALLY | HARD EMOTIONALLY | ATTACK IN #1E1E1E
 Cam hates violence and would rather work things out peacefully, but will defend herself and those she trusts by any means necessary. Despite her generally peaceful nature she has an eye for an eye point of view. Every wound will be brought back ten fold.
was a nurse before the world changed | has extensive healing knowledge
uses a pistol though was never trained | will use a butcher knife in close combat
items in her possession: a pistol, a butcher knife, her wedding ring, an extra pair of underwear, an extra pair of socks, half a box of fruit snacks, and a pair of cracked glasses.
[size=8pt][font=verdana]Camille had been top of her class in highschool, she'd graduated college with a doctorate degree, and had been a veteran socialite. Now she was living off rabbit meat butchered with her own hands and washing her undergarments in rivers. What a world, to rip that kind of status from someone. Though that wasn't what she grieved. Sure, the cravings of having a roof over her head was something that badgered her day and night, but even that didn't stand a chance. What she wanted was her babies back. Her two girls, her husband, just a sign that they would be with her again. Of course, Camille had watched her twins slowly die because their poor stomachs were empty day and night. Chelsie had died first, and a couple hours later so had Christine. Just like how they had been born. As for her husband... Well, she didn't know. He had disappeared on a snow storm, and while she prayed he had survived and was looking for her, it was more likely he had froze to death.
Her thick, black hair was pulled up into a messy, greasy bun, her makeup-less face regal. Even if she was covered in dirt the way she held herself marked her different from another survivor. Her chin was pushed upward, shoulders set back, each step light and aware. Her skin was smooth, her whole life she had followed a careful skin care regime, and whenever she had soap on hand her first move was to wash her face. Build wise she was athletic in build, but a life time of work made her trim. Though not particularly womanly or incredibly model thin she was plenty fine with herself. That was how she liked it, not incredibly perfect, but beautiful. At least, she thought herself beautiful.
What she was doing now wasn't very beautiful nor elegant, and she doubted it would ever become a popular trend. Her fingers rubbed together the fabric of her underwear while she squared over the edge of a river. The only thing covering her bare bum was the over sized T-shirt that was her only top in her current selection. Dark brown swirls that had been pulled from her hair tie was perpetually in her eyes. Gruffly she pulled them behind her ears before continuing. A look of disgust was layer out plainly on her features. How had she come to this, wearing cheap underwear with childish designs on them? It was emberassing even if it nobody knew. "Someday I'll be wearing my Agent Provocateur's and you'll be in the trash," she mused. Yes, and Abraham Lincoln himself would congratulate her on having the finest manicure, hm? Lovely. Next to her was the pistol that had once been her husband's.
// haha I dunno here ya go
Her thick, black hair was pulled up into a messy, greasy bun, her makeup-less face regal. Even if she was covered in dirt the way she held herself marked her different from another survivor. Her chin was pushed upward, shoulders set back, each step light and aware. Her skin was smooth, her whole life she had followed a careful skin care regime, and whenever she had soap on hand her first move was to wash her face. Build wise she was athletic in build, but a life time of work made her trim. Though not particularly womanly or incredibly model thin she was plenty fine with herself. That was how she liked it, not incredibly perfect, but beautiful. At least, she thought herself beautiful.
What she was doing now wasn't very beautiful nor elegant, and she doubted it would ever become a popular trend. Her fingers rubbed together the fabric of her underwear while she squared over the edge of a river. The only thing covering her bare bum was the over sized T-shirt that was her only top in her current selection. Dark brown swirls that had been pulled from her hair tie was perpetually in her eyes. Gruffly she pulled them behind her ears before continuing. A look of disgust was layer out plainly on her features. How had she come to this, wearing cheap underwear with childish designs on them? It was emberassing even if it nobody knew. "Someday I'll be wearing my Agent Provocateur's and you'll be in the trash," she mused. Yes, and Abraham Lincoln himself would congratulate her on having the finest manicure, hm? Lovely. Next to her was the pistol that had once been her husband's.
// haha I dunno here ya go
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CANILLE L. SAWYER | FEMALE [ SHE/HER ]
twenty eight years old | looks to be in her early twenties
grunt of the badlands | doesn't hold any real loyalty to the badlands
 born in Rhode Island | had a loving family
heterosexual | heteroromantic | single | has no romantic feelings
had a husband and two daughters | daughters died of starvation and husband was lost in a blizzard
has dagnosed bpd | suffers from depression | doesn't believe she has them
Pia Kristine Cruz faceclaim
facts  I'M JUST A MINDLESS SHELL OF WHAT HAS BEEN
before the world changed she was a woman from a wealthy family. she went to college, became a nurse, and got married. the man was poor, not really someone her parents would approve of. still, she loved him. they had beautiful twin girls named Christina and Chelsie. once the world changed her two girls died of starvation early on, devastating. not awhile after her husband was lost in a blizzard. she still hopes that her husband is alive and looking for her.
she has a distant, cold voice with the slightest east coast accent.
since she has no other clothes her forever outfit is a pair of old, ratty jeans, a too large T-shirt, and a rain proof jacket.
absolutely hates cocky assholes and whiny people who rely on others.
[b]interaction  TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHO I WAS
MEDIUM PHYSICALLY | HARD EMOTIONALLY | ATTACK IN #1E1E1E
 Cam hates violence and would rather work things out peacefully, but will defend herself and those she trusts by any means necessary. Despite her generally peaceful nature she has an eye for an eye point of view. Every wound will be brought back ten fold.
was a nurse before the world changed | has extensive healing knowledge
uses a pistol though was never trained | will use a butcher knife in close combat
items in her possession: a pistol, a butcher knife, her wedding ring, an extra pair of underwear, an extra pair of socks, half a box of fruit snacks, and a pair of cracked glasses.
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ONESHOT STORAGE | JOHNNY | THE BADLANDS