"I don't know why we're wasting our time acting like we're on Survivor. Someone is going to save us."
Basic Description
Name:
Jenifer Drop
Age:
19
Gender:
Female
Originally From:
California
Former Occupation:
None
Equipment
-Tattered Turquoise Polo Shirt, Dirty White Sweater draped over shoulders, Stained Khaki Skirt, and Turquoise Heels-
-Worn Out Designer Purse-
Mental and Physical Traits
Personality:
Jenifer's self-centered core originated from a harsh past. Her increasing amount of insecurities are hidden by a demanding and spoiled exterior. Jenifer is very self-conscious and tends to be a worry wart about her appearance. Many times, this narcissistic behavior gets in the way with Jenifer's will to lend assistance to others and causes her to spend too much time focusing on minor, unimportant things. Jenifer is manipulative and seducing men to do what she wants is not new to her. When she is found doing productive tasks, it's often because there's a reward behind the work. When her outer personality is broken and her true self is revealed, Jenifer is just a frail young woman who needed someone to understand what she's been through.
Appearance:
Jenifer has long, curly hair that she often straightens. Most of the time, her eyes are blue, though sometimes they take on a light green look. The tan complexion of Jenifer's skin is artificial; if it weren't for the fake tans, she would be pale as snow.
Her body is vulnerable, since it's somewhat neglected from proper nourishment due to the strict diet Jenifer puts herself through.
Likes:
-Designer Clothes-
-Sunbathing-
-Sympathetic People-
-Gullible People-
-Manipulation-
Dislikes:
-Work-
-Unsympathetic People-
-People Who Stand Up to Her-
-Dirtiness-
The Outbreak
Jenifer was arguing with her mom during the early part of the outbreak. They were fighting about the fact that bailing Jenifer's father out of jail was the best thing for the family. Suddenly, there was banging on the front door. Jenifer ordered her mom to answer it and she obliged hesitantly. After her mom didn't return after what seemed like ages, Jenifer walked downstairs to check where she was. What she found was the front door laying battered on the floor and her mom's bloody body slumped up against the wall. Jenifer dashed upstairs, grabbed her purse, and hightailed out of the front door.
It was madness outside. There were people rushing madly everywhere, most of them screaming. Some of the civilians didn't look quite right; they had blank expressions on their face and the ones who opened their mouths revealed yellow, rotting teeth. Jenifer just stood there, watching the chaos go on in front of her. She had no idea what was going on. Out of nowhere, there came a roar behind Jenifer. She turned and caught sight of a sickly looking woman in a black and white outfit limping towards her. It was the maid! Jenifer shrieked and ran out of the house. She stopped at the front gate and just stood there, screaming.
Later on, Jenifer found herself back in her home in her bedroom. She sat there, staring at the wall and thinking about the events that just happened. Was she safe? Who knew. At that moment, all Jenifer cared about was finding a place where she could truly be safe.