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 Hand/In Packs/Belted
Backpack: Water canteen, small utility axe, dead iPhone6 plus, small bit of food rations, small makeshift first aid kit, extra arrows (mostly handmade)
Pockets/Belted: bullets, cigarettes, photos of children, lighter, matches
Backstory
To be completely honest, the day started as all others had for the past 18 – 20 something years of her life. Her alarm went off and she smacked it right off of the table. Alarm went off again, she groans but finally drags herself out of bed. Clock face would have read 4:30 a.m. She would have padded down the cool hardwood stairs of their family home, and began frying bacon and eggs and whatever else her little heathens (though no mostly grown) could possibly have wanted for breakfast. At around 5:15 she would yell up the stairs for them to get their arses out of bed! Right this moment and then all would be right in the world as they sat around a round table in their quaint kitchen and chattered through coffee and the morning meal.
Today was slightly different though. Ryan, with his disheveled blonde locks and crookedly buttoned pjs would be the only one who came down those stairs when she yelled up. “Sis says she doesn’t feel well ma.” he told her.
“Alright, I’ll tend to her, no sense in your breakfast getting cold though. Go ahead and eat.” she said as she left out of the kitchen, ruffling his tangled curls as she went. He ducked and made an annoyed-exaggerated sigh “I’m to old for that ma.” he scoffed.
Vivi quickly ascended the wooden steps and knocked lightly on her daughters door. The only response was a gentle groan, she took it as an invitation to enter. Upon opening the door, a scent most putrid hit her senses… it was one of those smells that you swear could burn up the very hairs inside of your nostrils. “Elsie, are you alright baby?” she cooed, eyeing her daughters small frame, snuggled up beneath mounds of blankets. Her daughter looked to her, eyes nearly glassed, skin pale and kissed by fever sweats. “No mama.” she groaned. “I don’t know… I feel so bad.” she complained. Vivi put the back of her hand to her daughters forehead and clicked her tongue “You’re burning up child. I’ll run out and get you some things okay? You just stay here and rest…” her daughters eyes fluttered and she mumbled “love you.” before submitting herself to sleeps call.
Back downstairs her son was dressed, hair brushed, and was sitting putting on his converse. “I’ll be off Ma, sis alright?”
“She seems to have some sort of bug, flu I’m going to guess. I’m going to run over to the market and grab some meds and essentials. Let’s just hope we don’t catch this one, seems pretty nasty by the shape of her.”
Her son gave her a kiss on the cheek and quick hug “Take care of Elsie, I’ll see you after school. Remember Jason’s coming over to study tonight.”
“I remember, you want any snacks while I’m at the store?”
“Nah, just make something yummy! I’m off!” and was gone out the door.
Making a mental shopping list, Vivianna grabbed her keys, and wallet and headed out the door herself, pausing only briefly to shout up a “I’ll be back” to her daughter. As she slid into the drivers seat of her powder blue “mom-mobile” she sighed heavily, knowing very well that this week was going to be rough… when the flu hit her house, it always was.
Little did she know, her whole life was about to change….
And not for the better.