Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2013 14:30:27 GMT -5
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Name: Tiffany Henderson, though she hasn't gone by that since the zombie outbreak. She only goes by her alias.
Alias: "8-Ball"
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Species: 'Partially Zombified' Human
Planet of Origin: Alternate Earth
Occupation: Survivor/Street Gang Member/Torchwood Informant
Theme Song: "Contagion" by Searchlight and "Get out Alive" by Three Days Grace
Physical Description: 8-Ball isn't striking in her appearance. Her hair is blonde, fine and bust length that has become straggly and unkempt over the years without a cut and her eyes are an animated deep hazel. Long legs help push her height up to 5ft 7", with lanky arms and legs and a lithe build. Due to the rough nature of her lifestyle, her skin is littered with scrapes, scars and one carefully hidden bite mark on her right bicep, and another smaller one on her right wrist. More about those later. She generally appears worn and tired but a light of defiant resilience shines through the grime and muck that makes her seem energised and alive.
The end of the world as she knew it hasn't left much in the way of fashion. Camouflage and neutral colours are the way to go and a tough jacket is a must. Most of her clothes, be it tops, trousers or jackets have small holes and pockets for rifle bullets and magazines. Her clothes are raggedy, burnt and dirty, but they do their job. A tattered old hat and a broken pair of sunglasses and you have apocalypse high-fashion chic. A variety of holsters sit on her slender frame, one on each leg and one strapped across her back.
She's proud of her weapons, but isn't afraid to throw a punch. Her hands are covered in black, grippy, fingerless gloves with spikes along the knuckles. Among her personal arsenal is a long-range sniper rifle, a glock handgun and flip knife. A pair of ice-picks also stand as melee weapons and steel toed and spikes boots pack a good kick.
Personality: Bright and boisterous, 8-Ball gets her name from her first zombie kill by way of a well-aimed 8-ball. Intelligent, sharp tongued and with quick, she can hold her own with sarcastic humour and a jokey outlook, despite the carnage and devastation she's witnessed. She gets frustrated easily and seemingly unable to comprehend her situation, constantly trying to remind herself that this is all going to sort itself out. 8-Ball looks after her own first and foremost and is distrusting of strangers, since back home she couldn't be sure if they were infected.
History: Born into the far future of an alternate reality, 8-Ball was there to witness the eventual zombie apocalypse. Together, her and her three friends Kat (22), Gizmo (25) and Nic (30) fled the city of Detroit and lived as vagabonds in the wastelands surviving day to day on old military ration packs and water, with enough guns and ammunition to survive for years. They became bandits, before they joined up with a larger survivors crew and made home in a travelling convoy, for it was not safe to stay in one place for long. Life from there grew significantly better, but it was always hard. They would laugh, have fun shooting cans and telling camp-fire stories, but there was always the underlying uncertainty about the future. On one particular scavenging mission, 8-Ball was ambushed and bitten by a zombie after defending Kat and pushing her out of the way.
"If I stay, it won't be long 'til I'm burning on the inside."
Ever loyal, but knowing there was no cure, her friends cared for her the best they could with the threat of the eventual infection looming over them. Her health grew worse by the day and it looked like she would go the same way as the rest. Together, they guided her as she stumbled back to the convoy so she could live what moments she had left in peace. However, en route, they happened across and old man being chased by zombies. Even with what little strength she had left 8-Ball managed to fight them off, but not to the detriment of another bite. The infection was spreading fast and time was running away.
The man, realising that 8-Ball didn't have much time left took the four of them back to his home. A TARIDS. The man revealed him to be a stranded time-lord, whose time-machine had been sucked through a rift in time and left in this alternate universe. He himself had not much time left, for he had been bitten and it was only his time-lord genes slowing the infection down. He said that he could save 8-Ball. He and his time-machine were dying.
The man used the last of his TARDIS's energy to deliver a gut-wrenching and painful time energy shock to 8-Ball leaving her writhing and spasming on the floor. Her friends rushed to her aid but the man held them back to deliver the next bit of damaging news.
"You're a paradox." He said. "You shouldn't exist here, like I shouldn't."
This was almost too much for 8-Ball to comprehend, barely conscious on the floor. The shock had frozen the infection in a static state, meaning that it would no longer spread but at the cost of time. 8-Ball was effectively a living statue in time, unable to age.
"If I go, I can only hope that I make it to the other side."
She crawled to her knees and used the chair as an aid to stand, making movements to protest but the man held up a hand. His TARDIS behind him used it's dying energy to open a rift in the time, cutting through the fabric of time and space like a carving knife.
"You must go." He said. "You will never be able to come back."
Already, 8-Ball's body was beginning to revert to the time shock. Fearful and wide-eyed, she barely had time to say goodbye before she was sucked through the rift and into our version of Earth where she was deposited in modern-day London.
Back in her version of Earth, the time-lord finally succumbed to the infection and sealed himself in his dead TARDIS as a tomb, reanimating into a being of the undead. Her friends fate and their whereabouts are unknown, and 8-Ball knows and fears that she will never find out.
Now in London, 8-Ball spends her time running with a local gang of miscreants, raiding vending machines and outwitting her fellow members.
Her story arc eventually sees her being shocked with time energy which reverses the stasis mode inflicted upon her all those years ago and completing the transformation. She gets sealed in a glass room at Torchwood, a shadow of her former self but part of her still recognises her old colleagues when they walk past, tilting her head like a puppy and placing her hand on the glass. Then the moment is gone, like all moments for her...
"If I stay, it won't be long 'til I'm burning on the inside."
Ever loyal, but knowing there was no cure, her friends cared for her the best they could with the threat of the eventual infection looming over them. Her health grew worse by the day and it looked like she would go the same way as the rest. Together, they guided her as she stumbled back to the convoy so she could live what moments she had left in peace. However, en route, they happened across and old man being chased by zombies. Even with what little strength she had left 8-Ball managed to fight them off, but not to the detriment of another bite. The infection was spreading fast and time was running away.
The man, realising that 8-Ball didn't have much time left took the four of them back to his home. A TARIDS. The man revealed him to be a stranded time-lord, whose time-machine had been sucked through a rift in time and left in this alternate universe. He himself had not much time left, for he had been bitten and it was only his time-lord genes slowing the infection down. He said that he could save 8-Ball. He and his time-machine were dying.
The man used the last of his TARDIS's energy to deliver a gut-wrenching and painful time energy shock to 8-Ball leaving her writhing and spasming on the floor. Her friends rushed to her aid but the man held them back to deliver the next bit of damaging news.
"You're a paradox." He said. "You shouldn't exist here, like I shouldn't."
This was almost too much for 8-Ball to comprehend, barely conscious on the floor. The shock had frozen the infection in a static state, meaning that it would no longer spread but at the cost of time. 8-Ball was effectively a living statue in time, unable to age.
"If I go, I can only hope that I make it to the other side."
She crawled to her knees and used the chair as an aid to stand, making movements to protest but the man held up a hand. His TARDIS behind him used it's dying energy to open a rift in the time, cutting through the fabric of time and space like a carving knife.
"You must go." He said. "You will never be able to come back."
Already, 8-Ball's body was beginning to revert to the time shock. Fearful and wide-eyed, she barely had time to say goodbye before she was sucked through the rift and into our version of Earth where she was deposited in modern-day London.
Back in her version of Earth, the time-lord finally succumbed to the infection and sealed himself in his dead TARDIS as a tomb, reanimating into a being of the undead. Her friends fate and their whereabouts are unknown, and 8-Ball knows and fears that she will never find out.
Now in London, 8-Ball spends her time running with a local gang of miscreants, raiding vending machines and outwitting her fellow members.
Her story arc eventually sees her being shocked with time energy which reverses the stasis mode inflicted upon her all those years ago and completing the transformation. She gets sealed in a glass room at Torchwood, a shadow of her former self but part of her still recognises her old colleagues when they walk past, tilting her head like a puppy and placing her hand on the glass. Then the moment is gone, like all moments for her...
Addition Medical Information: A rather nasty looking zombie bite mark scar on her upper right arm and another on her right wrist. No effects of them were recorded.
RP Sample: -waves- Vauxie again! Sounds like foiled again...