FOSTER, Victoria

Name: Victoria Foster
Alias: Vic, Texas
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Hometown: Leon Valley, Texas
Group: None
Position: N/A
Face Claim: Emily Rose

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Appearance

Ethnicity: White
Eye Colour: Blue
Hair Colour: Blonde
Height: 5’9
Weight: 128 lbs.
Preferred Weapons: A 45 Pistol
Basic Appearance:

Victoria is tall, at 5’9. Her hair goes past her shoulders, and she keeps it bound in a ponytail. Her eyes have dark circles under them, and isn’t uncommon to find her face scratched and bleeding. She does her best to keep clean, but who has time for looking pretty? Her legs are strong and muscular from running, and her arms hold wiry strength. She’s not as strong as she wishes, but that’ll change with time. Her skin is getting tan from being out in the sun so much, and little by little it’s losing it’s normally pale color.

She has a thick Texan accent inherited from her father, and it gets thicker the angrier she gets. It’s a trait she hates, but there isn’t much she can do about it. She has a scar on her leg from climbing a tree, but it’s a pretty embarrassing story to tell. She’s a skinny, gangly teenager, still try to grow into her limbs. It makes her appear more child-like, something that Victoria loathes. She longs to grow up already, but so far she’s still awkward.

As for clothes, she wears her brown fleece jacket, the only thing left of her past. Her jeans are torn in places, and she scavenges for new clothes all the time. She takes too big over too small, but only when it comes shirts and jackets. Her hiking boots are falling apart, and she’ll have to get new shoes soon. Not an easy task, but it’ll take her mind off the world for the moment. She always has her small silver cross around her neck.


Personality and Past


Personality:

Victoria doesn’t speak very much and normally keeps to herself. It takes her awhile to warm up to someone and trust them. She hates the government with a passion after that they did to her father. She carries survivor's guilt about her father taking the bullet for her, and she wants to honor him the best she can. By helping and protecting people, just like he did when he was still alive. She was raised with “Southern Hospitality” and is very polite. She calls authority figures “Sir" and “Ma’am”. She is very kind and hates to see anyone in pain and will do everything she can to help them. If they push her away, she leaves them alone. Victoria is brave and very selfless, willing to give up her own life to make sure that others were safe. She’s very protective and you hurt someone she knows, be prepared for a firestorm. Her vengeful streak runs deep and she won’t stop until you’re dead. She’s less vengeful with people she knows but she won’t fully trust you again. Betrayal isn’t something to be taken lightly with her. She's already experienced it once, and honestly she's scared of rejection again.

She is plagued by nightmares about her father dying and what she’s seen and had to do since then. They leave her drained and shaken in the morning, not that anyone knows. She's been keeping them a secret, as others might view as mentally unstable. Victoria hates being treated like a child and she’s very stubborn. If given the choice Victoria would be hunting government officials. Zombies are the next best thing. Despite her tough act, there’s still a scared kid fresh out of high school with no idea what to do. She misses her family terribly. But on the flip side she's not scared of death, as it's the only way she'll be reunited with her family. Such thinking makes her reckless, jumping into danger feet first.



Likes: Helping others
Hunting
Old rock music

Dislikes:
Zombies
Running
Liars

History:

Victoria grew up in a suburb/rural area of Leon Valley, outside of San Antonio, Texas. Her mother died when Victoria was young, so her father was the world to her. Her childhood was a relatively normal one, despite her mother’s absence. Her father worked as night watchman with whoever hired him. He worked on the late shift and Victoria wouldn’t see him alot. Father’s days were the best. They went out for ice cream and baseball, which her father loved but Victoria didn’t understand-nor did she want to-but she went along with it anyway. Her aunt and uncle lived further away in Hunt, Texas. The two of them would visit often. Victoria had a mother figure and her father got to see his brother. Victoria’s father taught her how to shoot. He said she needed to know how to defend herself. In high school Victoria was somewhere in the middle. Not popular, but not a loner either. She excelled in sports, eventually joining a track and field team. The rest of high school was a blur of homework, making friends, and going to competitions with her team. She wanted to become a police officer like her father. At her graduation her father was probably the proudest parent here. And Victoria could swear she saw her mother sitting in the audience.

All over, she was sheltered from news of epidemic. Until the neighbors started acting weird that morning. She received a phone call from her uncle. He had just killed his wife. She had been acting strangely all day and then she attacked him, he reluctantly put her out of her misery. He had known about epidemic, and it had finally reached Texas. Victoria rushed to find her father, getting as far as the front yard until her father staggered out, holding his gun. His clothes were blood stained. He had just shot the neighbor’s son Ted. Victoria was horrified. Her father told her people were getting sick and they needed to leave. They escaped by car, meeting up with her uncle near Comfort, Texas. The military had set up checkpoints. The man in the jeep ahead of them was shot point blank for displaying the symptoms. Her uncle quickly exited the car, fearing for his life. He’d been bit by his wife. Victoria’s father hurried after him and Victoria followed, but they were caught.

The guard raised his rifle and his uncle raised his arm, sacrificing himself. “He’s been bit!” One shot. Her uncle died. A shriek ripped from Victoria’s throat. The man swung his rifle toward her, thinking she was infected. Her father stepped in front. “Please...She’s my only daughter.” The man paused and radioed in. “Civilians attempting to leave checkpoint.” A pause. Victoria could barely hear the chatter. “If he’s infected they’re all infected.” A halo of bullets flew, riddling her father’s chest and nicking Victoria’s shoulder. The solider turned to her, but she was mercifully saved by one of the zombies who had managed to get out of the car in the check point line. Scared out of her wits, Victoria grabbed her father’s gun and ran. Victoria patched up her shoulder at an abandoned gas station’s first aid and she kept running. God was on her side again because she came across a family of survivors after a week of being on her own. They protected and helped each other, on the run for 2 months. When their own child was killed by a zombie on a supply run, Victoria’s “family” left. She has not seen them since and was trying to survive on her own.


Family

Father: John Foster
Mother: Katherine Foster
Siblings: N/A
Partner: N/A
Children: N/A
Others: Henry Foster-Uncle

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RP Sample: Victoria burst from the trees, risking a glance behind her. The zombie had been chasing her was gone. After being the darkened forest, the openness of the fields nearly blinded her. Victoria's breaths came in shallow gasps as she bent over. Finally, her eyes lifted the muddy ground to a house beyond. Her heart buoyed with hope. More supplies could be in there. She carefully hopped the fence, and continued toward it, her eyes darting for any signs of the house's previous inhabitants.

She shielded her eyes as she walked, one hand clutching her arm. The blood from her gash is what probably attracted the thing in the first place, Victoria thought, squeezing her fingers tighter around the wound. Her holster swung awkwardly at her side, but the gun was out of bullets. She’d used the last of it to kill the zombie. She stumbled across the flat expanse, praying that the farmer had been one of those gun-toting crazy ones.

If I was still in Texas, there would be plenty, she thought, a grin flashing her face. But she was so far from Texas, she didn't even know where she was. Victoria allowed her mind to wander. Georgia? She was pretty sure it was. Victoria continued through the field, clutching her wounded arm tighter. She'd need to stop the bleeding, and fast. It was going to attract more zombies. She increased her pace until she was nearly upon the house. Dark spots started to swim before her eyes. Pain and lack of sleep tended to do that to a person and right now Victoria was running on fumes. She stepped up and onto the porch cautiously, her eyes darting around the rotted wood structure. She jumped as a voice sounded from beside the house. She whirled around, a shaking hand grabbing for her pistol. "Who's out there?"