{ "I don’t care what the circumstances are - a person is always better alive than dead." }
|{Full Name}|
Myra Justine Lysander
|{Nickname}|
None
|{Age}|
27
|{Sexuality}|
Heterosexual
|{Weapon}|
Glock 26
|{Location}|
Local Police Department, her husband’s place of work
|{Occupation}|
Interior Designer/House Flipper
|{Hobbies || Talents}|
Intermediate knowledge of construction | Myra always preferred to be very hands-on in the renovations and redecorations that her clients ordered. While she would never be able to plan or build the construction of a house from the ground up, she knows how to do a handful of tasks such as take out or replace walls, windows, simple piping, etc.
Advanced knowledge of Woodcraft and anything related to textiles | While growing up, Myra's family wasn't in a position to buy a ton of cloths, or room sets, or furniture to appease for her need to change. To compensate for this, Myra taught herself to sew and to work with wood to create the things that she needed. This also had the added bonus of allowing her to develop the skill of envisioning and designing unique projects, something which comes in handy when there is no plan to work off of.
Reasonably in shape and athletic | Myra is a regular hiker, jogger, and biker. She will change up the routes she takes as often as possible to keep a sense of adventure going, but those hobbies have worked her into a pretty good state of fitness.
|{Fears || Weaknesses}|
Little combat experience | Myra was never the type to get into fights. She gets squeamish when she sees blood or any sort of injury. Actually inflicting injury or getting into any sort of conflict would not come naturally to her.
Seeing her family hurt is her greatest fear | She has worked hard to get where she is, and she generally loves for her husband and son. She would do anything to save them from danger, even if it meant risking her own self.
She tends to freeze in dangerous situations | Partly due to lack of experience, partly due to an inability to deal with the stress and fear, Myra does not function well under pressure. At best, she will respond and follow directions if asked to do something, but don't even consider trying to get her to plan or function independently under pressure.
Next to no ability to use a gun or any weapon | Her family was not prone to hunting, nor did she ever take any self defense classes. There has never been an opportunity where she has needed to learn to use a weapon, or to formally put effort into learning to defend herself, so she didn't.
|{Appearance}|
Myra is a pretty tall woman, coming in at 5’7”, and, though not stick thin, is not especially curvy either. Her hair is blonde, and she is used to letting it hang down. It reaches past her shoulders when she doesn’t pull it back. Her eyes are a very light blue, bordering on grey. Other than the normal rounds of scars from nicks and cuts over the years, she doesn’t really have any marks on her body. Except for a tattoo which she has on her lower back. This “tramp stamp” is a regretful result of some rather interesting transition years and embarrasses her to no end.
|{Personality}|
Loyal, handy, helpful, cautious,nurturing, forgiving
Myra would be the type of person labeled as the 'sensible' member of the group. Always cautious, averse to risk - she is always the one asking "Should we be doing this?" and "Is this really safe?". Myra is more reluctant than others to put herself in a position of potential danger, even if the potential benefits are high.
The 27 years of her life have been filled with more variety than some might think. She is very understanding of just about anything, and usually quick to forgive. After tense situations or upsetting times, she is always willing to lend a listening ear. That said, afterwards, she is prone to giving advice. Solicited or not.
While not inherently selfish, Myra has been taught to plan for the future. Even if she has trouble functioning or planning in the moment of danger, give her a moment of peace and rest and she will plan out different ways that the next few days, weeks, or months could go. So, she has been able to recognize the dwindling state that the supplies in the Police station will be in for a while now, and trying to compensate for it in her own way. Would others get upset if they found out that she was setting aside a portion of the supplies for her own family? Probably. But it's self-preservation, and the preservation of her family, so she does not feel any guilt over it.
|{History}|
Myra Lysander was born into a blue collar family. Her family was by no means poor, but it could never be said that they didn't work for what they had. Her hometown, where she grew up, was a little midwest town in the middle of nowhere. The first eighteen years of her life were spent in the same home and in the same place. A stationary life did not agree with her, and she grew to be the poster girl for wanderlust.
Before she got the opportunity to leave, Myra did her best to keep her life interesting and to satiate her constant need for change in a number of ways. The most notable of her coping mechanisms is her tendency to redecorate her room constantly. Every month or so, she would throw herself into a major overhaul of her room or space. Color scheme, wall decor, the little knick knacks that give personality - she changed everything. And she was pretty good at it.
So, naturally, at eighteen she packed up and left her little town for a university in the city and a major in interior design. If you asked her about her college years, she would tell you that they were "exciting" and that she "regrets some of her choices". The freedom she found away from her hometown and childhood home was overwhelming at first, and she does not like to talk about those years. However, she did manage to graduate in the normal four years and find employment despite her barely passing grades and performance.
After those unfortunate college years, Myra moved to another city and began work as a "Home Decor Consultant", a fancy way of saying that she told people how to decorate their homes and arrange their furniture and do any renovations to achieve whatever effect they were looking for. She still has bouts of wanderlust, but she her job helps to alleviate some of those pressures and she travels when she can.
Just a year and a half after settling into her new home, she met her husband, Leo. After a bit of a whirlwind courtship, they were married a year later. Just shy of six months after that, Henry, her son, was born. Skip to present day. Her son is now three years old, she and her husband are happily married and both finding relative success in their chosen careers. That was, until everything went to hell in a hand basket.
Because her husband was part of the police force, Myra became aware of the virus before most. After being called out to a few scattered incidents, her husband was able to recognize that things were probably only going to get worse. So, before things got really bad, he moved Myra and their son into the police station. A couple of the other officers had the same idea. The station was fenced and easily defensible, it had an armory ready for use, and the food situation was reasonably secure, for the moment, due to the planning of the families that have moved in.
|{Face Claim}|
AJ Cook
|{Dialogue Color}|
#816F54
|{Roleplayer}
Turbocs
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