Alphar, Nichole

Player Name: Nichole

Character Name: Nichole Alphar

Age: Mid 20s

Gender: Female

Ethnicity: Caucasion

Appearance: Standing at an average height, Nichole is not impressive physically. She is of thin build and weak muscle tone. Dark brown hair falls past her shoulders and her sharp hazel eyes catch most everything. When traveling, she tends to wear a leather jacket over her clothes along with her personal favorite weapon, a recurve bow she stole from her father's home. Under that, she has a pair of tattered cargo pants and a dark colored tank top along with a pair of very cared for leather combat boots.

Personality: She is tough as nails. Nichole has a no nonsense attitude, and has a minor impatience with anyone who isn't her family. She manages well enough to hide that impatience behind a kind attitude, but anyone who knows her knows that she is often nice just to avoid arguments. There is a sweet side to her that not many people can draw out, and since she has no willingness to get to know anyone who doesn't meet her high standards, very few living people know that she isn't a hard ass all the time.

History: A recent college graduate, Nichole majored in abnormal psychology, choosing that field over the one that had been suggested to her as a high schooler back home. Forensics did interest her, but she had no will to cut open dead people. So pathology was out of the question. Instead she focused on criminal behavior, taking several additional courses in the biology field that weren't needed.

The outbreak started while she was still applying for jobs. Undoubtedly being in the middle of Atlanta at the time didn't help, but she was on the outskirts and was one of the first to escape, making it out to the edge of the city before the major quarantines started. She traveled to her father's house, but found it abandoned. Searching it, Nichole took everything of use, including her father's specially made recurve bow, every arrow she could find, and the quick sportscar he left behind sitting in the garage, a pet project of his. Nichole knew that he had to be dead to leave that behind.

Taking what she could and throwing it into the back, she traveled on, not wanting to stay in the area, as in few weeks, the once densely populated town had become a veritable breeding ground for the walkers.

Sample Post: Nichole watched the road, staring carefully as she drove. She didn't want to hit anything, be it an obstruction or a person, walker or otherwise. These undead were a problem, and her solution was to simply keep going, ignore most of it. She hadn't seen anyone living for days, and there was no question in her mind that there probably wouldn't be many left. Between the walkers and the army, there was enough death that most of the living had completely fled.

Nichole wasn't one who just ran away. She was stronger than that. So even driving down an abandoned road and letting her mind wander to other things, she kept thinking about what would happen if she did find someone. Would she join them? Help them? Kill them? Well...that last option wasn't really an option, but it was always there, in the back of her mind. Something that she needed to to think about constantly.

It wasn't as if she wanted to kill someone. Especially not a living person. But sometimes there was no other choice. Sometimes...you had to do what needed to be done. And she knew that her best chance at survival meant eliminating any dangers to her person.