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full name&&. β Dr. Alora Scott β
birth date &&. β July 1st (Cancer) β
ageΒ (as of today) &&. βΒ 52 β
gender &&. β Trans-female (she/her) β
sexuality &&. β bisexual/romantic β
appearance &&. β standing at 5'7 with a slender build,
long dirty blonde hair, dark brown eyes β
Face claim &&. β Alyssa Sutherland β
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- Doctor Alora Scott had been held up in
her office lab the moment world began to
crumble, only truly alerted when her
co-worker ran in hysterical, screaming
about the news, how the on-going virus
has turned people feral.
- Despite the pandemonium, Alora
attempted to flee the city in hopes of
reaching her daughter. Only to be stopped
a mere foot away from her car. Another
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positive &&. β intelligent, resourceful, polite, compassionate β
neutral &&. β resilient, driven, lighthearted, protective β
negative &&. β secretive, impulsive, timid, stubborn β
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woman had tackled her down, appearing deranged and savage, though her expression held some form of remorse before sinking her teeth into the doctors shoulder. What remained had become a searing pain in her memory, as someone else had managed to pull the woman off of her, helping guide her inside a safehouse.
- The situation became more clear over the passing weeks. As the doctor grew more concerned over her own condition, covering up the visible infected scarring, yet nothing became of it. Not yet. Though, despite her efforts in treating minor injuries for the safehouse residence, the man who had witnessed her attack soon reveled her infection to the others out of fear. No amount of pleading or reasoning would sway the group, forcing her to flee on her own accord.
- The doctor was petrified by the creatures wandering the streets, accepting her fate the moment she laid eyes on one in broad daylight. Though, like her scarring, nothing became of it. Mutated amalgamations, a virus twisting human bodies into something almost unrecognizable. The encounter had brought her to her knees, into a trembling, tearful mess. The creature approached, lumbering over here, sniffing the air around her. She hadn't realized that many of them surrounded her before moving on, only daring to look when one brushed past her, unbothered. Like she wasn't worth the trouble.
- It was as relieving as it was terrifying, as she was able to observe what she could without fear of infection. Because, maybe she already was. For months of wandering, she didn't involve herself with any other human being, with fear the events at the safe house would repeat.
- Though despite her best effort in avoidance, she was taken hostage by a strange group of survivors, dawning animalistic masks and costumes, securing her within the local zoo, which now stood as a reinforced compound. They were intrigued by her ability to walk among the starving, and they wanted to know her secrets.
- Once again, she feared the worst. Only she wasn't feared for her infection among these survivors, but held to seemingly being immune to this virus. In a quick thinking effort, the doctor proposes to begin working on a cure to this virus, if she's given the right equipment. Now, nine years later into the future, the doctor remains in her lab like she had before, surrounded by the absurd and downright insane zoo residence. But safe, nonetheless. Hopeful that her efforts for a cure will be worth it one day.
