Black_Hawk
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Post by Black_Hawk on Jul 29, 2011 22:04:59 GMT -5
Name: Sarah Seng
Age: 22
Occupation: Student, Double Major in Biology and Biological engineering. Part time worker at the Botanical Gardens near her school.
Personality/Description: Weighing in at a 145 lbs. and measuring a decent 5' 11", Sarah is rather stereotypical goth in appearance. red hair, by nature and not die, along with a pale complexion go well with her normal black ensemble. She is generally easy going, but doesn't tolerate stupidity very well, and has no aversion to giving someone what they deserve when something is merited.
Background: Sarah Seng is the daughter of Margaret and Vernon Seng. Due to her fathers military background, and his being stationed overseas at the time, she was born on an american Naval Base in China. Spending little time in any one place, she was moved about with her mother as her father was assigned to various bases about the globe. Being shuffled about as much as she was, she picked up a smattering of different languages, at least brokenly, and took up random hobbies to keep herself occupied. With her fathers encouragement, she took to martial arts of various kinds, sticking to each one until she got bored. She ended up stateside at around age 17, finishing out her last 2 years in a public high-school.
Due to her background as a military brat, she didn't really fit in with any group in particular. The stereotypical 'goth' group accepted her, so thus she became. After finishing off high-school, Valedictorian even with her transfer credits from everywhere, she went to New Kingston University and double majored in Biological Engineering and Biology. Sticking with the goth scene, she graduated in four years, working in the Kingston Botanical Gardens part time for enjoyments sake and the bit of cash that helped her pay for stuff whilst attending.
She had graduated 2 weeks before the Outbreak.
Recent History:
Outbreak. No, not of anything benign, like AIDS or Lupus... or anything else encountered. Nobody knew what it was or why it happened. It just did. And it happened Everywhere. I'll not forget the day I saw it. Looking at it now, its kinda funny. At least, in the same way watching someone from PETA get mauled by a tiger is. You know. The Macabre, terrible kind of funny.
As I sat, watching the obscure, barely notable and mediocre band on stage whilst sipping my drink, I stretched a bit. The place was a bit more crowded than normal, and I had to suffice with a table near the back of the club. The sounds of the club were the normal, loud music with the undertones of talking and chatter. It smelled heavily of smoke, with an underlying tang of sweat and musk.
I looked down at the mosh, broken from my musings about student loans and job hunting and things of that nature. While always a riot in the making, the mosh was more... violent than normal. A tangle of limbs and many people falling was normal, but the screams... that was new. And the blood. There was more of that than usual. I frowned and got up, to go have a look at what was going on. A quick shove through the crowd, mostly going the other direction as fast as possible, provided me with a scene I am not fond of remembering. The floor was slick with blood. The bodies... the writing screams of the injured pierced my ears as i approached. Without knowing what was going on, I departed with the rest of the people. Fortunately, I was not not the last to decide that there was trouble... The screams followed me out of the club... as did some of the torn bodies.
Reaching the street, chaos greeted my eyes. Apparently this was not an isolated incident. I watched as a police officer on the corner was overwhelmed by a man who would not stop, even after having 6 rounds put through his chest. I ran more. After getting out of the general chaos, I found myself in an empty street filled with old stores. The doors were open, and the shops empty. A couple had blood in them. I found one that had antiques and curios. Hearkening back to my old Martial Arts training, something I had not forgotten to keep up on at least a bit, I searched about the store until I found a Sword. After giving it a look over, and deciding that it was at least marginally serviceable (or appeared to be, it was a comfort to have at least), I grabbed it and an old backpack and left the store. I figured that staying in one place and getting trapped in by the things would be bad enough.
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