Post by frankiejae on Sept 18, 2009 15:24:12 GMT -5
i get all numb
--------------& it's frankie-jae marjolaine blackburn to you.
----------------------------- ( Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment. - Buddha )
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gender; female
age; 24 years old
orientation; heterosexualwhen she sings it's over
build; slender & slightly built
height; 5'3"
weight; 126lbs
hair; brown
eye; brown
overall; Frankie isn't one for the fancy clothing or the out-this-world-hair, she likes to keep it simple and neat. Not that she's a neat freak or anything but she just likes things to be simple; however, since the world has gone to shit, quite literally, Frankie's personal style has turned Resident Evil to the max. Don't misconstrude, she isn't the next Alice. Frankie is no where near that type of woman, her style is mostly just earth based colors, such as tones of brown and tan. She enjoys those knee high boots though, those ones she'll look for 'til the end of Earth. Her favorite item to wear is the holster for her glocks, light weight and very fashionable; with it's rough brown leather exterior and a nice velvet type of fabric on the inside so when she runs and such they don't rub against her skin and cause irritation. Frankie normally just wears whatever goes with the weather and if it's day or night; it just depends on a lot of things that determines Frankie's choice of clothing and style.such a strange numb
personality; Being a computer nerd/hacker/techie, makes beating zombies that much easier or at least fun and creative; granted before the world went to shit Frankie barely survived, it took time to figure out how to not only use her physical features but as well as her brain. So, Frankie is a total geek and her persona does not match with what kind of brain she has stored up in there. She has this chameleon personality where she can act like a total ditz one minute and the next a serious very punctual person. However, Frankie is just one mystery after another, being that she tries her best to stay away from people emotionally only because this world doesn't need any of that when you are trying to survive and not be infected; there is no room for being nice or even trying to pretend to care when there are infected beings trying to eat your flesh. But most that had known her would say she is rather sarcastic no matter what personality she is playing that day.
strengths;
• she has a good sense of hearing
• pretty skilled with long range weapons
• has some knowledge of medicine
• has a gut instinct that tells her everythingweaknesses;
• short range weapons sometimes throws her off
• hand to hand combat, she's more of a thinker
• sometimes her gut instinct gets her into trouble
• is a bit clumsy when it comes to woodland areaslikes;
• keeping her glock nearby of course
• radio, that's the only way she keeps in touch with her mom
• rainy days.
• not thinkingdislikes;
• thinking
• being in those camps with other people only because others slow everything down unless they understand how to survive.
• books
• not being able to find neither her brother or her brother-in-law.
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inventory; Glock, machete, food canister, gallon water container (metal), ammo for glock (whatever she can find), small first aid kit, and rope.[/blockquote]
and it brings my knees to the earth
family;[/size]father; James-Ray Blackburn (deceased - infected)
mother; Charlotte Blackburn
siblings; Jorge Blackburn (missing) & Elissa Blackburn (deceased - infected)
spouse; Micheal Vik (deceased - suicide)
children; Eloise Vik (deceased - infected)
other; Matthieu Vik (missing - brother-in-law)
birth place; Caen, France
history; Before any of this infection business started, Frankie was a happy married woman at the tender age of 18 years old, granted she was so young that most doubted the marriage would even last to see the day she turned 50. Never the less, Frankie didn't mind much of what others had wished to say about her marriage to an English-French man while being so young. Granted Frankie was used to what people may whisper about seeing as she was obviously not of French descent. Adopted by the Blackburn family from a mother she will never grow to know, Frankie accepted her life as it was, which was good because her adoptive family was all she knew.
Frankie loved her husband, however, their marriage started crumbling like most had predicted, she wished against it and kept hope for the better. When she found herself pregnant, Frankie had already known her husband was running around playing skirts with some woman named Cathrine. Frankie had hoped that having this child would turn her husband into a good one and prove her relatives wrong that in marrying this man while still so young would prove to them that being young had reckless had nothing to do with a wrong marriage.
She gave birth nine months later to a healthy baby girl named Eloise Vik; at this time Frankie still hadn't taken her husband's last name, instead she decided against it and kept her adoptive family's last name and maybe that still had added fuel to the fire that kept on burning. Frankie was just turning 21 years old when her daughter turned 3, her husband was still her husband; however they pretended only for the sake of their daughter. But Frankie slowly started to fall in love with Matthieu Vik, Micheal's older brother who was always sweet and tender to her and little Eloise. But then disaster struck the world. A virus so dangerous and unknown that it swept the world and killed many turning them into beings that were not even real something out of this world.
Frankie's family went into hiding like most frightened families did to try and wait out the epidemic pollution. Her husband couldn't take it any longer and had committed suicide, most others did as well to avoid turning into something mindless or worse being eaten to death by a mob. Frankie was struck with fear and had not clue what to do to help her family; her father had summoned up courage to try and get food supplies otherwise the family would have to start sacrificing people to eat. He returned only to bite Eloise and infect her as well.
Frankie had killed her father and baby girl, all out of fear and determination to survive; at this point in Frankie's life she turned from being a loving mother and wife into a frightened survival instinctual machine. She left her family to fend for themselves, her brother went missing and it had seemed her sister tried to leave on her own and ended up being infected. Her mother is still in contact with Frankie, that was her source to get supplies seeing as her mother as well turned from being her mother into someone else in order to survive.
The world suddenly went to shit and Frankie hadn't given a damn, she had lost her child the only person she truly loved in this world. And sometimes she wished to end her life, other times she knew she needed to keep moving on to try and find a way to some how find someone who might be able to fix this mess and return the world she loved so dearly.and god bless you all
alias; Kazi
age; 18 years old
experience; More than enough.
sample;
Dawn approached, rearing it's ugly bright sunshine head to greet Frankie's closed eyelids; her eyes underneath the closed lids rolled around in frantic circles and odd directions as she shook and sweated up a storm of salty tears. Her dark brown hair was damp from all the moister she produced, and she groaned in horror as her nightmare became something more than just any nightmare. Jumping up to a sitting position, Frankie frantically looked at her surroundings; glock pointed like a pro in all the directions she looked and when she safely assured herself there was no one, she slowly relaxed her shoulders and put the gun back into safety.
Sighing and allowing her lungs to become lax and to regulate; Frankie whispered to herself, "That nightmare again." When out on this vast world of nothing but infection and barely surviving folks like herself, one starts noticing that one is speaking more and more to oneself at rather bizarre times. Frankie wiped away the sweat that had formed about her forehead and then stood up to have a better look at the empty crumbling room beneath her feet, out the window she saw rotting corpses and some handful of infected wandering around looking like zombies. Oh wait, they were zombies.
Frankie stood still and gently kicked the rotten corpse that had occupied the window and crouched in a squatting position. Taking the sniper from the dead guy on the floor, she pushed her bangs from her forehead and looked out the scope; targeting the heads of each walking zombie that just wavered around doing nothing but looking dead and decayed. Frankie checked her radio and made sure the sound was off as she concentrated, pulling the trigger after watching brains fly.
She shot enough to waste the rest of the bullets in the sniping gun and then tossed it to the side to start making her way back down the eight story building. The journey up was just that, a journey of rigorous muscle aching exercise. Frankie was in the big city and there were plenty of infected, more than enough for maybe even Frankie could handle so usually she tried finding other weapons to use for the moment, such as that man's sniper. Granted she felt a tiny bit bad he was dead and laying there looking at her with his creepy big blue eyes that obviously were long gone from life.
Frank just kept on going down the broken crumbled staircase and landed with an echoing thud, lucky her she killed all those around the building entrance. But she couldn't help but keep herself in that squatting position waiting for something that her gut was telling her to wait for. That was until she heard a disgruntled sound from her left, "Great." Frankie spoke in a hushed tone as she angrily snapped the zombie thing's neck. However, in the movies they make that shit look easy, it wasn't. In the beginning Frankie was terrible at that kind of stuff until later when she finally started getting better. Well now she just wanders...Wish to join the journey?
for the song you sang, saved us