Post Nuke RP- Camilla Beckett
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Name: Camilla Beckett Age: 21 Gender: F
Height: 5'7 Weight: 120lbs Hair Color: Red Eye Color: Blue
Description: Camilla is very slim, only a few pounds above being underweight, though she is fairly well endowed in the chest. She is very pretty, with pale skin, long hair and delicate facial features. Her eyes have a slight Oriental slant. She usually wears rather revealing clothes, but considering where she's going she decided to wear more practical garments. She is currently wearing black hiking boots, green trousers with patches on the knees, a black low-neck vest and a tan-coloured jacket.
Camilla is a very friendly, amicable person. She is also an absolute coward, almost always choosing flight over fighting.
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Equipment
- Some cooking equipment- pans, utensils, etc
- Cooking knife
- A small bottle of whiskey
- 2 dice, one loaded, one not.
Skills
- Cooking
- Charismatic demeanour
Background
Camilla lived in a poor area of New Arizona and never dreamed of leaving. It was a crap hole, but it was her craphole. Since her teens, she worked as a barmaid in a rather disreputable drinking establishment, often supplementing her wages with money and items she tricked or stole from the patrons. She lived with her boyfriend Dwayne, a member of one of New Arizona's many gangs. She wasn't particularly faithful though, and slept around. Eventually, she decided to ditch him and move in with another man who she'd been seeing on the side. She stole a sizeable sum of money from Dwayne before leaving him. Of course, Dwayne saw red when he discovered this. He gathered his mates and went after her. After her new boyfriend was found severely injured and chained to a wall and the bar burned down, she decided that maybe the best option would be to flee before they found her. She'd heard of the planned expedition to go topside, and reluctantly signed up to join it. She would be leaving behind everything she knew, but the alternative wasn't exactly appealing.
RP Sample
The man's face was barely recognisable as Dwayne pulled his fist back for another blow. It sped forwards, slamming into the poor guy's jaw. His head flew back, a couple of teeth sailing away to fall amongst the piles of refuse already present in the grimy alley. He didn't cry out, though- he was long past being able to respond to his torture. They had beat him with fists and clubs, whipped him and cut into his flesh. The torture had been going on for hours. He was barely conscious. Dwayne looked at his victim and snarled "Next time you see that fuckin' bitch, tell her she's dead. I'll find her sooner or later, and when I do, I'll kill her. And I won't be as gentle as I was with you." He spat in the man's face then walked away.
Almost a day later, Camilla was sat by her lover's side. He'd been given as much medical help as the couple could afford. Her face and clothes were streaked and stained with ash. She'd been searching the remains of the bar for anything that could be salvaged. Afraid to touch his mangled and swollen face, she rested her head on his chest, weeping into his bedding. "This... this was because of me, wasn't it? I'm so, so sorry." He didn't reply, but she knew. "Dwayne won't stop looking for me until he's found me, even if he has to destroy everything in his path. I... I can't let that happen." Unable to speak, the only reply she got was a grunt. "I've got to leave. Get out of New Arizona entirely. There's an expedition being put together to try and find other cities. I'm gonna join it." Her lover shook his head, grunting and moaning. "I've got to do this. I love you." Camilla kissed him on the least damaged part of his head, then stood and left the room. She was terrified, both of what she might face and what she was leaving behind.
