Basic Information:     Name: Vivianna Asmerida Monroe    Current Age: Just turned 40     Hair: Natural Ginger    Eye: Blue    Height: 5′ 11″    Weight: 182 lbs    Originally From: Los Angeles, California    Injuries: Some light bruising and scrapes, recently twisted ankle    Sexual Orientation: Pansexual    Relationship Status: Widowed    Former Occupation: Forensic Psychology after retiring from a Uniformed Investigations position    Skill Set: Survivor    Weapon of Choice: Beretta M9 & Crossbow     Skills: first aid/cpr certified through the red cross (training before the apoc hit),  safety/knowledge for various firearms, strong listening and observation skills. Quick but quiet on her feet      Personality: kind-hearted, loving, though growing a bit hard around the edges she still remains eager to help others, seems harsh at first but ultimately is quite kind.  Immediate Family          -Mother’s Name: Rosilyn Monroe                    Status/Location: deceased          -Father’s Name: Daniel Monroe                    Status/Location: deceased          -Children’s Name:                Daughter: Elsa Monroe                   Status/Location: Infected / unknown                Son: Ryan Monroe                    Status/Location: Unknown Usual Clothing    brown tattered backpack, torn black jeans, white tank top and leather jacket, brown belt, watch, and knee high armored boots.      Carrying On […]

Outbreak, despite general goodwill and friendliness, is about survival. It’s easy to recognize the threat of the infected and deal with them, or avoid them. How far do we go to survive? Does retaining our humanity matter? Those questions crossed my mind early on. I often feared a limited nuclear war as a kid. Total destruction, or MAD didn’t bother me as much. No one survives. But a limited nuclear war meant survival, and God only knows how that would unfold. Same with Outbreak. Does the grizzled, hardcore survivalist forget to take a mandatory action, leaving him in dire straits? Does the miniskirt wearing fleekazoid blonde manage to do everything right, ending up a community leader?  We all fall somewhere on the scale of survival, and Outbreak is an opportunity to explore and uncover our survival persona, while having some fun, via our character. What would we do?

Bex had lost track of time. She had sat in the car rigid and almost afraid to breathe. Her hands still clasped the steering wheel and her eyes were fixed, unwavering, on the rear view mirror. Every second that passed felt like an agonizingly long day, and yet still she watched the road behind her. Willing, praying even pleading in her mind for the sight of his truck, or even just him to appear. He never came. The sound of her own pulse thundered in her ears and everything around her seemed so…still. The light was by now fading along with her hope that Jon would be okay. She knew she had to move, she needed to get to the place on the road signs before dark. Reaching for the glove compartment, Bex pulled out the old appointments book she kept at the salon. Her eyes scanned over names of those long gone to her, and she fought against the sting of emotion that washed over her like salt water in an open wound. She reached for the pencil that was inside the book, and tearing out a page she scribbled fast. I should have stayed, you told me to go but I should have stayed…Where are you baby, its getting dark? I passed a road sign for a place called Arklay. Im heading there…. Find me.