Dead!

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[omori]

((Oh gawd, this is awesome.))


Name:
Tracy Stephens; Goes by Kitty, Kitten, or just Kit. She really doesn't care which, as long as it's not Tracy, because she hates her name xD.

Gender:
Female

Age:
28

Personality:
Tracy never really liked to watch zombie movies as a kid, but when she did, she laughed at how phony the scenes were. Four people can't possibly live through a zombie apocalypse alone! ..But now that it's actually happening, she's tried to change her attitude about that.

Tracy's always been a down-to-Earth type of girl. She was never a talker in school, but over the years, she's tried to change that. Tracy's main goal was to graduate college as a type of archaeologist, ones who could tell how long someone's been dead. But her dreams were crushed by the apocalypse. Now, Tracy hopes to put her skills to the test by helping out a group -- IF she finds one! -- to determine how long corpses have been "dead" and to determine when they'll... reanimate. She's encountered this a few times before, and has found a pattern that will hopefully be the same for most others.

Tracy usually focuses on her accuracy with her pistol, but she'll sometimes slam on the trigger in a desperate situation. If a zombie is attacking a "team-mate", then she'll usually go all melee kick-arse style on the zombies to avoid friendly fire. Her trusty machete is only a second away from being in her hand, but she actually enjoys kicking the zombies first to be sure that they're at least a bit stunned or something so that they won't grab her as they go for the stab. Tracy tries to protect everyone, claiming that her dreams are broken anyway, and it really doesn't matter if they make it through or not. She wants others to be able to live life longer.

Description:
Tracy

Strengths:
Tracy is good with accuracy, and she took a few self-defense classes as a kid. They only help when she goes all melee on the zombies. >D Tracy is also a pretty fast runner, as she was in track in her younger ages. She can also climb well, due to her slender figure.
Weaknesses:
Tracy has a hard time shooting quickly, as the trigger is a bit hard for her to press; however, her adrenaline will let her unload the bullets if someone -- or herself -- is in trouble. She also isn't a pro at reloading; she is usually shaking from fright when being chased by the zombies, so she can't always get the clip in the first time. Tracy can also be clumsy at times -- but don't worry, I won't make her dramatically fall and yell, "GO ON WITHOUT ME!" She might say "Go on ahead," or sumfin, but she won't be getting eaten that easily. >D

WOC:
.38 Pistol. I always use pistols as much as possible in Left 4 Dead. n_n
SWOC:
Machete! >D

Other:
I luffles you for making this. ^-^

[Phantasmagoria]

[ I would marry you too, but I'd have to become a polygamist for that. ^^ You're like my dad, you use the pistols a lot, too. The only time I ever use them is when there's a Tank because shotguns take forever to load~ I like 2 better because of the melee weapons, especially the frying pan, just because of the noise it makes. xD ]

[omori]

(( Edited strengths/weaknesses a wee bit. xD
I'll post teh intro tomorrow. Kitteh is sleepy~ @_@ ))

[omori]

(( Sorry for not posting yesterday. But where is everybody at right now? :3 ))

[Phantasmagoria]

[ Well, let's see.. Joelle is on a highway somewhere, Alexander is.. somewhere I wasn't very specific on him, Onix and Gabriel are in city fighting zombies, Cage is on a road somewhere, and Nikki is in a subway. ^^ -hopes she didn't miss anyone- ]

[omori]

(( Can I meet up with Joelle? Hopefully, because Tracy's on a highway too. xD ))

Tracy sighed as cars blocked the path all the way down the highway. It was so eerie; the wind was whistling and there were no other noises. Climbing up onto a car, then jumping up and grasping the top of a large truck. Tracy wanted to make sure there weren't any zombies around. But was that a silhouette of a human in the distance..? She could never be too sure, so Tracy climbed off the truck, jumping back down to a car, and climbing other cars, approching the figure.

Tracy couldn't help but be curious, even though this was a dangerous situation. What if it wasn't a human? With another sigh, Tracy looked around the figure that was still a bit away. Behind it was a large truck, like the one Tracy had climbed before. It wasn't directly behind the figure, but still.. It might be a tough obstacle to overcome..

Tracy neared the figure, and crouched behind one of the cars. Peering through the window, Tracy could hear her heartbeat through her ears. The figure was moving around, a good sign, but it still could be a zombie. It looked like a human; a girl, at that. After a few moments of examining the figure, she came to the conclusion that it was a human, not a zombie. Standing up, Tracy pointed her can at the girl, just in case. Her hands shaked a bit, but she tried to hide her fear.
"Hello?" Tracy studdered.

(( I'm planning on making teh zombies come get us, and we has to climb overs teh truck to get away >D Yay suspense! xP But sorry it's short, gotta go to school. x< ))

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[ The laptop is working again. Yay. [/sarcasm] Now I have to go downstairs every night to get the Internet connection again. D: Convienence how I miss thee. Oh, and sorry if I miss any 'i's in this. The key came off and my mom glued it back on crooked so I have to press down hard on it. ]


Joelle jumped, her grasp tightening on the hilt of her sword, immediately pressing her back against a nearby car, holding up her blade in a defensive stance. Her eyes were oddly green that day, and her gaze was focused at the new human. She knew perfectly well that zombies couldn't speak, and was rather sure that if she had her gun drawn she would have ended up shooting. She glanced behind her, catching a glimpse of a corpse slumped over the steering wheel - its throat ripped out and its eyes glazed blue with potassium, a single hole in the center of the forehead. She honestly hadn't noticed the strange lack of what she had dubbed 'grabbers,' those who had reanimated strapped in their cars with not enough IQ to unbuckle a seatbelt. It suggested others had been through here. There was a glimmer of hope, after all, there was another human standing right on the very same pavement.

Joe muttered some sort of acknowledgement, her voice barely loud enough for herself to hear. How long had been since she had spoken to anyone but herself? A few weeks, at a least. She was losing track of time, she noted glumly. She used her freehand to brush some stray hair out of her eyes, lowering her weapon slightly. "Hello?" she replied in a tone finally audible enough to hear. Avoiding a question with a question, she thought sourly.

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