“The world's gone to hell in a handbasket but I still manage to smile.”
Full Name
Armonía Rosa Talamantez
Nicknames
Art
Gender
Female
Age
25
Ethnicity/Race
¼ Brazilian, ¼ Cuban, ½ Samoan
Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual
Prior Occupation
She was a playwright and an actress/singer on Broadway. She wasn't exactly famous. The world ending sort of ruined that. Besides that, she made her money through busking, modeling, and even moonlighting at a strip club a few times as well as teaching dance classes at the YMCA.
Current Occupation
Art is the group's 3rd in command. She fancied herself the 2nd, being the first to join Robyn, but she wasn't going to argue against Nate. She's able to make herself useful in keeping the younger ones entertained and taken care of and is an expert in wilderness survival [identifying various flora and their uses and animal tracking] and is a more than capable cook. She makes an excellent Scavenger and can be seen with her trusty canine companion bringing along necessities in their wagon.
Honey blonde & Bright hazel/green
Height & Weight
5'6" & 132lbs
Tattoos & Piercings
On her right hand is the same tattoo found on the right hand of her half-brother and father: a tribal Polynesian design that they got 11 years ago. She also has a tattoo on her left foot that she gave herself more recently. On her right arm is a colorful half-sleeve that she's been doodling on and off for the past two years. Her piercings include three in her earlobe, an industrial piercing, a tongue piercing, navel, her dimples, her right eyebrow, her nose, and “angel kiss” piercings in her lip.
Character Color
#EE82EE
Description
Art is very well built – She's tall and curvy and does her best to take care of her body. She's earned a few more scars recently, but that's bound to happen when a run to the grocery store becomes a James Bond mission. She tends to keep her hair thrown up into a messy bun when she's out and about. Despite the world ending, she has still managed to retain her obsessive need to look some form of fabulous, though she's had to go for “fine and frumpy” and “gorgeously grungy” as of late, often being smeared with mud and dirt and blood. More often than not, she's seen wearing a tank top, flat-heeled boots, and some form of denim bottoms. She has a few scars that are faded, but the ones that stand out are the ones on her back. They are very large and prominent from beatings by father and half-brother. The ones that she has now are from getting scraped up running from zombies.
Personality
{Funny, Nurturing, Playful, Witty, Outgoing, Optimistic, A bit off}
Despite her dark past, she's always got a smile on her face and enjoys life as a whole. It doesn't matter who you come across, everyone will describe Art pretty much the same as the others; She's very sweet and nurturing but a very free and independent spirit that craves what life has to offer. The girl has a spirit that can't be tamed. She doesn't like when people treat her like she's still a child or tries to make executive decisions for her life. She will fight back if she feels uncomfortable or frustrated. Speaking of fighting, that's where the darker side of her begins to show. She tends to start with a passive aggressive attitude towards her aggressor, but she can easily be pushed into a hyper-aggressive state if the stress or irritation is there. She's a huge advocate for self-expression, especially through various art forms. She's always on about which tattoo she's going to get next and keeps various books filled with drawings and tattoo ideas. One thing you'll hardly see her without is her camera and video camera. Even at the world's destruction, she is still able to capture the remaining beauty. She is just this...bubbly person full of energy. Y'know...Until you make her mad. Otherwise, she's easy to get along with and the right person to turn to if you need cheering up or a break from all the destruction and seriousness. For her, every cloud has a silver lining. With her constant happiness, people often wonder if she's mentally ill in some way, as she is almost never sad and the things she usually is sad about tend to be...trivial. Such as her gameboy dying before she can finish a level, her camera dying, her clothes being shredded. Things that people cared about before the world ended.
But there are two other sides of her. They're generally kept in check with her meds though. They tend to surface when she's under extremely depressed or angry. When she's depressed or frightened she enters a childlike mentality and becomes extremely shy and selectively mute. She'll cry quite a bit and loses hours of sleep, driven by paranoia. It's a confusing state of mind for her though it doesn't tend to last very long and she usually returns to normal. Getting her out of a nasty mood is much more difficult. When pushed beyond her breaking point while she's off her meds brings out an ice cold misanthropic bitch. Her tolerance and patience levels hit zero and no fucks are given when she crushes the spirits of others. She becomes a bit of a textbook bully and extremely bossy.
Hobbies
※ Working out ※ Playing instruments ※ Writing ※ Composing ※ Modeling ※ Reading ※ Cooking ※ Cleaning ※ Baking ※ Listening to music ※ Raiding comic book shops ※ She surfed when she lived in Hawaii ※ Skateboarding ※ Raiding record shops ※ Raiding thrift stores ※ Zoning out in meetings to play her Gameboy ※
Habits
※ Humming ※ Writing on her hand and upper arms ※ Tattooing herself ※ Reciting facts ※ Quoting songs, poems, and books ※ Quoting movies ※ Just quoting in general ※ Moving in her sleep without her stuffed panda ※
Oddities
- Mild allergy to strawberries but often eats them anyways
- Addicted to body art
- Extremely allergic to peanuts
- Addicted to sweets, seeming to always have something in her mouth
- Severely allergic to tylenol
▲Candy ϟ Not sleeping alone
▲Sleeping in stores ϟ Nature
▲Climbing trees ϟ Swimming
▲Movies ϟ Music
▲Causing smiles ϟ Making music
▲Kids ϟ Her dog
▼Zombies ϟ Black licorice
▼Being alone ϟ Advanced darkness
▼Empty night skies ϟ The cold
▼Itchy cloth ϟ Centipedes
▼Cough syrup ϟ Losing people
▼Loose clothes ϟ Sweaty pits
▲Stealth ϟ Dancing
▲Cooking ϟ Artistic prowess
▲Evasion ϟ Fitting in small places
▲Scavenging ϟ Foraging
▲Physical condition ϟ Comforting
Secrets
⋆Her past
⋆Her back scars
⋆Her diabetes
⋆Her sleep apnea
Her real name
▼OCD ϟ Marksmanship
▼Insomnia ϟ Combat
▼Picky eater ϟ Medic work beyond first aid
▼Diabetic ϟ Sleep Apnea
▼PTSD ϟ DID
Fears/Phobias
☠Death
☠Losing more people
☠Dying in her sleep
☠Being cast out; being alone
☠Abuse
Biography
Place Of Origin
Matanzas, Cuba; Lahaina, Maui, Hawaii; San Francisco, California; New York City, New York
Birth Date
March 21st, 1991
History
From the first day of preschool to the last day of high school everyone will ask you every other day what you want to be when you grow up. Most people will be in a constant state of flux, always changing their answer. Not Art. She knew what she wanted from day one; She was going to be an artist. Everyone in her family was. Art hailed from Matanzas, Cuba and came from a rather wealthy family that made their fortune through the use of their innate artistic abilities. She lived with her mother and grandmother, as her father was hardly part of the picture. She had a pretty happy life and was generally allowed to roam free and do what she wanted. She didn‘t have a lot of friends outside of her family; She was homeschooled by her grandmother so that she had more time in the day to hone her skills, often dancing until her feet blistered. She had all sorts of recitals and showcases, but all of the other artists were supposed to he viewed as competition. Her only friends outside of the Talamantez family were people that her mother used to get her work into the public eye. After Art's grandmother died her mother took over the homeschooling. Her mother was a harsh taskmaster and disregarded Art's wishes to pursue her artistic vision more through cinema and photography. She was nine years old when her uncle bought her a brand new camera after her mother had thrown out all of her other ones. When her mother found out that she had been hiding the camera, she tried to take it away from her but Art wasn't giving it up. As they were wrestling with it at the top of the stairs she began to lose her grip on the camera before it finally escaped her grasp. Her mother fell backwards with the camera and took a tumble down two flights of stairs, breaking her neck in the process. After her mother's death, nobody on her mother's side of the family wanted to take her in and she had to choose between the father she hardly knew or foster care. Despite her father and half-brother being practically bums going nowhere in life, she had to admit that she had fun while she was with them. And it was better than going to strangers. There was a lot of wildlife to photograph and a lot of nature to experience. Plus nobody really got in her way and she wasn't woken up at the crack of dawn to dance until her ankle ankles were sore and paint until her fingers hurt. It certainly was a change of scenery, leaving behind the city of Matanzas and the large Talamantez estate to embrace a small cabin in the middle of a large forest out past Maui. Everything was just fine at first – She attended public schools and got amazing marks in her class; she was 13 when she skipped from 8th-grade to 10th grade. Mano - her half-brother - was a bit of a dick to her. He was a typical jock type; total man-about-town, sports star, and heavy party boy. He was the king of the beach. They fought a lot - mostly when he was drunk or high on something - but it was never anything serious. She was 14 when her father's fiancée drowned after surfing in a heavy storm. Her father seemed to spiral from there, beginning to binge drink like there was no tomorrow. Art began to help him by picking up the slack around the house, cooking and cleaning for herself, her father, and her brother. And then things began to get uncomfortable. Art came home from surfing with her friends late at night and found her father sitting in the recliner surrounded by bottles of liquor. She grabbed a blanket to cover him up but he grabbed her by the wrist and set her in his lap. “You're so beautiful, you know that. Right, Angel? My Angel. Just like your mother. Portia was so beautiful. You look just like her. I loved her, y'know. I love you too.” He stroked her hair and held her tight. She didn't mind at first; Her father was a very affectionate type and this was something she had gotten used to. She told him that she was tired and going to bed and that he should rest too, but he asked her to sit with him for a while longer. After all he had set up and waited for her to come home so he could spend time with her. She seemed to catch an attitude; She was cold and soaking wet and tired and he smelled like he had gone swimming in an ocean of Jack and Morgan before taking a shower in Jim. He got angry when she gave a huffy sigh and tried to leave, bringing the back of his hand hard across her face. The next two years were hell on her she struggled to finish school and get legally emancipated. She went home every day to her brother and father going to be physically, emotionally, and sexually abused. She almost didn't pass her senior year, but she did and still made Valedictorian. With a full ride scholarship and a letter of acceptance from San Francisco State University, the legally emancipated young teen gathered her things and hopped on the first plane from Hawaii to California. When she had first received her letter of acceptance she began to look online for jobs apartments. She soon moved into an apartment and begin working part-time as a cook at the Mighty Bean. The landlord of her apartments agreed to cut the normal rent in half until she turned 18 because she was a college student. While she was in college, she put every bit of her heart and soul into studying and pursued double majors. She did well enough living on her own and soon took an apprenticeship to a local tattoo artist and for some time, she made quite a bit of extra money as a freelance tattoo artist (among other things). After she turned 18, she began to struggle with the full rent and put out an ad for a roommate. She enjoyed living off campus. Enter Dakota - The two were soon fast friends and their apartment began to quickly become a hub for the friends they made in the area as they offered more than frozen pizza for dinner. The next six years seemed to fly by and she soon finally had her M.A. in Cinema and an M.F.A. in Dance and Choreography. She minored in Animation and Photography. After graduating at the age of twenty-three, she began to take things slowly. She had more time to "do her", as they say. Spending more time with her friends. She moved to New York shortly after and pursued a career on Broadway, though for the first year she was constantly a chorus girl and found herself moonlighting as a stripper and busking to make money as she had before. Just when she thought that she had made it big, the world ended. She had finished her second play, already getting some recognition. It was opening night for the play and they were in the middle of the third act when a close friend of hers and the lead male leaned in towards her. But he looked different and something wasn't right. There was a bite mark on his arm and some of the others had bite marks too and they all had been acting strange for the past few hours. She stopped the play right there, yanking away from him. After that, everything seemed to move so fast. There were screams all around and mass hysteria ensued. It took her two hours to get back to her apartment when it usually took one. Freaking out, she grabbed her dog, packed her bags and she took off. Her car crashed a little outside the city limits so she found herself grabbing two bags of supplies, her dog, and simply walking. She spent a few days hopping from house to house before she came across Robyn and joined with her before they became a group.
Family
l Novia Talamantez l Mother l Deceased l
l Kai Kealoha l Father l Unknown l
Mano Kealoha l Half-brother l Unknown l
Happiest Memory
Her happiest memory comes from April 5th, 2015. She had finished her first major play, performed it on Broadway, and gotten an outstanding review. It was the happiest moment in her life. She felt accomplished. She felt like a somebody.
Saddest Memory
Her entire childhood spent with her father and half-brother is just a huge ball of "Fuck you" and she tries her best not to think about it. She also isn't fond of her first negative review. Not for her acting on Broadway, but for the first time she uploaded a cover song. She knew she did well, obviously, but the fact that someone would say something so mean hurt her.
Extra
~Only Robyn and Nate know that she used to be an exotic dancer. Robyn is the only person that knows that she has heinous scars on her back, that she has diabetes, that she was abused as a child, and that she has sleep apnea.