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Player Info
Player Name: Jules
Player LJ: nectarousness
Player Instant Messenger Type and Handle: AIM: sulufencedance
Player Email: BittersweetNectarine@gmail.com
Are you 18 years of age or older? Indeed.
Character Info
Character Name: Rochelle "Ro" Hampton
Character’s Age: 29
Fandom: Left 4 Dead (2)
Timeline: After the game's last campaign, "The Parish."
Appearance: Official artwork.
Rochelle is an average-size woman. She's about 5'6" and weighs in at around 134 lbs. She's not curvy, but she's not completely flat. When it comes to clothing, Rochelle likes to stay simple and yet, trendy. She likes to accessorize her outfits with belts, earrings, bracelets, and other little shiny things. Bright colors complement her dark skin and she tends to wear shirts that feature logos or graphics that show off who she is and what she likes. Her thick black hair is almost always tied away from her head so it doesn't get in the way of work. The only time it comes down is when she's getting fancy. Sometimes she'll even go to the trouble of straightening it... but only when she's really trying to show off. She also doesn't like to be seen without at least a little make up on (which she applies using the 'less is more' mindset).
History: Rochelle's bio.
Personality: Rochelle is usually the optimist when she's pooled with other people. She'd like to think that there's a good ending to every story, even when things are looking glum. She's been known to have a very dry sense of humor and she'll usually use jokes as a crutch when things get tough. She doesn't rely on others to keep her safe, but she's grateful and won't refuse aid if it's offered. She's got common sense and can easily tell when something isn't right. She's also determined and will keep working towards a goal, even when the going gets tough. After all, she managed to survive a zombie apocalypse - if she can do that, she can do anything!
Most of the time, she acts like everyone's big sister. She playfully picks on people or gives them encouraging words when they need them. Sometimes, she'll even play therapist and lend an ear or two when they've got something on their mind that needs working out. There are times when she can't trust someone, but it's only because she's being careful. Making mistakes is something she doesn't like to do often. She'd rather get things right the first time.
As far as getting angry goes, unless someone outright insults her to her face, she'll keep her cool and try to not let whiners, idiots, or people with attitude problems get to her. In fact, she'll usually give them the benefit of the doubt... until they really mess up. The only time she'll ever hold a grudge is if someone's tried to kill her or someone else she's close to.
Powers/Abilities: Rochelle is just a typical, ordinary human woman. Her "super special awesome" abilities are limited to making an awesome quiche, setting up camera and recording equipment, whistling, remembering movie quotes, and being able to throw a bottle into a recycling basket from seven feet away.
Limitations: Because she's only human, she requires sleep to recharge and she also needs food, water, warmth... basically all the basics in order to survive. Oh, and she'll want a good place to... uh... you know... "go to the washroom."
Writing Samples
Log/Third Person Sample: After hours of hiding out in the back of the news van, pressed against the wall, waiting for something to barge in and kill her, Rochelle finally decided to be brave and take a look outside. She was still terrified - she hadn't heard the police arrive, or even the goddamn SWAT - but she felt claustrophobic in the small space and she needed to see for herself what was happening... or what had already happened.
Her hands were shaky as she opened the metal door and as soon as she had, the most terrible smell forced its way inside her nostrils. She covered her nose at first, but she suddenly became too distracted when she saw blood. Blood on the ground. Blood on the walls. Even blood on the back of the van. Earlier, she'd seen people being attacked; that's why she'd hidden in the van. Her first instinct was to get back into the van, but she didn't want to be trapped if the killers were still around. She decided she would rather try to make a run for it.
Bodies were piled on top of each other left and right. She looked away. She'd seen dead bodies before - it came with producing news segments about murder and violence (which were, unsurprisingly, the most watched segments on television) - but this was definitely some grim, fucked up shit. She felt sick to her stomach and worked her willpower overtime just to keep herself from letting her lunch loose. The evacuation center was now a mausoleum. She kept going though, searching for the exit, trying to desperately to avoid the corpses around her. She finally saw the red lettering of an EXIT sign across the hotel's large dining area and felt hope slowly return.
Journal Entry/First Person Sample:[When she starts to speak, her voice is full of disbelief at the words she's saying. It soon becomes clear to the listener that she's only saying these things to make herself feel better.]
I must be going crazy. Maybe the zombie apocalypse never happened. Maybe I'm not actually here in this creepy little town. I'm at home, in my bed -- none of this happened. I bet this is all just some really... really... bad dream. That's the only explanation. Right?
[There's a pause. And a sigh.]
What do I have to do? I just want my old life back. Pretty please?
Player Info
Player Name: Jules
Player LJ: nectarousness
Player Instant Messenger Type and Handle: AIM: sulufencedance
Player Email: BittersweetNectarine@gmail.com
Are you 18 years of age or older? Indeed.
Character Info
Character Name: Rochelle "Ro" Hampton
Character’s Age: 29
Fandom: Left 4 Dead (2)
Timeline: After the game's last campaign, "The Parish."
Appearance: Official artwork.
Rochelle is an average-size woman. She's about 5'6" and weighs in at around 134 lbs. She's not curvy, but she's not completely flat. When it comes to clothing, Rochelle likes to stay simple and yet, trendy. She likes to accessorize her outfits with belts, earrings, bracelets, and other little shiny things. Bright colors complement her dark skin and she tends to wear shirts that feature logos or graphics that show off who she is and what she likes. Her thick black hair is almost always tied away from her head so it doesn't get in the way of work. The only time it comes down is when she's getting fancy. Sometimes she'll even go to the trouble of straightening it... but only when she's really trying to show off. She also doesn't like to be seen without at least a little make up on (which she applies using the 'less is more' mindset).
History: Rochelle's bio.
Personality: Rochelle is usually the optimist when she's pooled with other people. She'd like to think that there's a good ending to every story, even when things are looking glum. She's been known to have a very dry sense of humor and she'll usually use jokes as a crutch when things get tough. She doesn't rely on others to keep her safe, but she's grateful and won't refuse aid if it's offered. She's got common sense and can easily tell when something isn't right. She's also determined and will keep working towards a goal, even when the going gets tough. After all, she managed to survive a zombie apocalypse - if she can do that, she can do anything!
Most of the time, she acts like everyone's big sister. She playfully picks on people or gives them encouraging words when they need them. Sometimes, she'll even play therapist and lend an ear or two when they've got something on their mind that needs working out. There are times when she can't trust someone, but it's only because she's being careful. Making mistakes is something she doesn't like to do often. She'd rather get things right the first time.
As far as getting angry goes, unless someone outright insults her to her face, she'll keep her cool and try to not let whiners, idiots, or people with attitude problems get to her. In fact, she'll usually give them the benefit of the doubt... until they really mess up. The only time she'll ever hold a grudge is if someone's tried to kill her or someone else she's close to.
Powers/Abilities: Rochelle is just a typical, ordinary human woman. Her "super special awesome" abilities are limited to making an awesome quiche, setting up camera and recording equipment, whistling, remembering movie quotes, and being able to throw a bottle into a recycling basket from seven feet away.
Limitations: Because she's only human, she requires sleep to recharge and she also needs food, water, warmth... basically all the basics in order to survive. Oh, and she'll want a good place to... uh... you know... "go to the washroom."
Writing Samples
Log/Third Person Sample: After hours of hiding out in the back of the news van, pressed against the wall, waiting for something to barge in and kill her, Rochelle finally decided to be brave and take a look outside. She was still terrified - she hadn't heard the police arrive, or even the goddamn SWAT - but she felt claustrophobic in the small space and she needed to see for herself what was happening... or what had already happened.
Her hands were shaky as she opened the metal door and as soon as she had, the most terrible smell forced its way inside her nostrils. She covered her nose at first, but she suddenly became too distracted when she saw blood. Blood on the ground. Blood on the walls. Even blood on the back of the van. Earlier, she'd seen people being attacked; that's why she'd hidden in the van. Her first instinct was to get back into the van, but she didn't want to be trapped if the killers were still around. She decided she would rather try to make a run for it.
Bodies were piled on top of each other left and right. She looked away. She'd seen dead bodies before - it came with producing news segments about murder and violence (which were, unsurprisingly, the most watched segments on television) - but this was definitely some grim, fucked up shit. She felt sick to her stomach and worked her willpower overtime just to keep herself from letting her lunch loose. The evacuation center was now a mausoleum. She kept going though, searching for the exit, trying to desperately to avoid the corpses around her. She finally saw the red lettering of an EXIT sign across the hotel's large dining area and felt hope slowly return.
Journal Entry/First Person Sample:[When she starts to speak, her voice is full of disbelief at the words she's saying. It soon becomes clear to the listener that she's only saying these things to make herself feel better.]
I must be going crazy. Maybe the zombie apocalypse never happened. Maybe I'm not actually here in this creepy little town. I'm at home, in my bed -- none of this happened. I bet this is all just some really... really... bad dream. That's the only explanation. Right?
[There's a pause. And a sigh.]
What do I have to do? I just want my old life back. Pretty please?