Real Name: Amelia Vaughan - Aliases: Dust Monkey - As she often refers to herself, humorously. Gender: Female (♀) Age: 24 Years Old Nationality: American Birthplace: Greenwood, Louisiana
Physical Description wrote:
Appearance:Ramona Appearing unkempt and messy every hour of every day, she pays no heed to being neat in her own appearance, preferring to focus on staining her hair and face with a little more grease and motor oil.
Her clothes are ripped, torn and worn, from years spent surviving and patching up her apparel no matter how bad the damage.
Hair Color: Faded, dusty brown Hair Style: Windswept, incredibly messy, cut medium length for convenience Eye Color: Grey-Blue Skin Tone: Slightly tanned, usually masked in a light dusting of dirt Height: 5'9" Weight: 141 lbs Body Type: Slender from surviving in a world fraught with austerity, arms strong from working on her jalopy Distinguishing Marks: Darkened lines and clean skin around her eyes from where her goggles nest happily on her face for most of the day
Personality wrote:
Personality: Growing up in the quiet and sparsely populated town of Greenwood taught Amelia a valuable lesson - make as many friends as you can and hold onto them for as long as possible. Going by that ideology, she carried on into the barren, war-scarred world just as southern as she always was.
Living in the arid deserts of post-apocalypse America gave her a hard edge, something she had to embrace lest she be subjected to the various horrors of the new world. She is slow to trust, with a cautious awareness at almost all times, but her heart is pure gold, large and bursting with love and care for those she has grown to know. She is slow to anger, with a great sense of control and self-restraint over her emotions, but is not afraid to easily and often boisterously display her positive feelings when prompted by happiness or humour - something she is particularly fond of, even if her own jokes are unbelievably awful.
SImply put, Amelia is a boyish, frequently joking and very often unfeminine mechanic, completely in love with tinkering and crudely modifying anything she can get her hands on. She is most proud of her sturdy jalopy, assembled from at least five different vintage junkers and shockingly resilient considering how implausibly built it really is.
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Religious Affiliation: Agnostic
Skills & Abilities wrote:
Natural Ability:
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- She possesses good strength from her obsession with working hard on machinery and vehicles. - Her endurance is overwhelmingly average, seeing as she spends most of her time inside or in the seat of a crude junker. - In terms of intelligence, she's not too sharp, but she's clever enough to invent and construct most things with a logic that could only come from such a brilliantly simple mind.
Combat & Survival Skills:
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- Amelia knows how to throw an impressive punch and wrestle an opponent to the floor, but past the moves of an angry drunk at closing time, she's no good in a fist fight. - She is also a decent shot with her knocked-together pipe rifle, though more out of experience and fluke rather than stellar technique. This transfers to actual firearms as a general knowledge of operating weaponry, but not a proficiency in being accurate, that's for damn sure.
Notable Talents:
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- Amelia is a miraculously good engineer, mechanic and designer, creating vehicles and weaponry from just about any parts she finds lying around, either in a scrapyard or just lying in the dust in disuse. Her skills of repairing and construction are impressive to say the least. - And last, but not least, her ability to drive just about anything is remarkable. Somehow knowing exactly how to handle every vehicle she lays her hands on, she possesses a miraculous talent allowing her to pilot and drive anything through quick learning and improvisation. As such, she has spent her life behind the wheel of numerous junkers - often trashing them and building anew.
Inventory wrote:
Weaponry:
Amelia's Pipe Rifle - A breech-loading, one shot weapon made out of a sturdy steel pipe and other such junk, it's heavy as hell but after years of calibration and refinement, it's accurate as hell and is chambered for the somewhat ancient .30-06 calibre round. It is, however, very easily rechambered for any other sort of round.
13 bullets for her rifle, tucked into her belt and kept very clean.
Apparel:
A torn green jacket.
A musty, tan tank top
Dusty black shorts.
Dirty, faded grey leggings.
Tinted goggles.
Fingerless gloves.
Worn leather belt, customized to hold up to 24 bullets for her rifle.
A backpack, containing various wrenches, bolts and other such scrap parts.
A pair of black boots, worn down.
Miscellaneous:
A couple of loose buttons, from a coat she used to own.
Trashed black and white canvas shoes, usually in her backpack.
A black, hole ridden hooded sweatshirt, for when the night comes around. Usually stashed in her jalopy.
Last edited by Krug on Wed Feb 29, 2012 4:04 pm; edited 6 times in total
Christoph Almost-Member
Posts : 75 Join date : 2012-02-04
Subject: Re: Amelia Vaughan Tue Feb 21, 2012 1:59 am
I started singing when this song came on, and then I couldn't figure out where it was coming from.
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Subject: Re: Amelia Vaughan Tue Feb 21, 2012 5:12 am
Christoph wrote:
I started singing when this song came on, and then I couldn't figure out where it was coming from.
