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Nadia Brunswick

"I've lost the will the see things in a brighter light, everything has become dark."

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a character in “Darkness And Plague”, as played by Circus Freak

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"A weak man has doubts before a decision, a strong man has them afterwards."




Name: Nadia Lee Brunswick
Alias (Nick Name[s]): Nadia
Age: 29
Sexuality: Bisexual




Physical Description:


Growing up the one thing that most people could remember about Nadia was that she was practically a giant. At nearly 6'0" now, she towered above most of her friends growing up. Her weight before things went to shit was her greatest embarrassment, as she could never really find the motivation for exercise. However she can say that since she's had to run a lot more her weight has gone down noticeably, though she still has room to loose weight from her midsection. She usually wears loose clothing in neutral colors.

As for other features she is most noticeably pale, but tans easily, turning her skin into a more coppery color. She has freckles spattered across her face and various old acne scars. Mostly from her long brunette hair hanging in her face around those areas. Her hair is often left down but when it gets too dirty she pulls it back into braids to get it out of her face. Her eyes are a pale blue grey color, framed by thick lashes. She usually has a very serious expression, and very rarely smiles.

Other Features:


A pair of scars on her left wrist, spanning up towards her forearm from being burned. She has her, and navel pierced.

Affiliation: Travels with Rodrick Warren (Currently making him)




Personality:

Nadia is someone who tends to worry about everything. Even if there is no cause for concern you can be sure she is already in panic mode. Known best for having a short temper and a foul mouth. She often has more than a few rude words to say when dealing with others. She typically has only two main facets that people really have to avoid, and that's her 'mom' mode and 'sad' mode. Both of which can be extremely scary when faced with. In her mom mode Nadia is known for fussing over, and bossing around others like children. When made mad in this mode Nadia is likely to explode, and can get extremely snappish. In her sad mode Nadia is known for becoming very quiet and withdrawn. This is the scariest side of her, as it is unknown when she will finally snap and take her feelings out on someone else.

Though she can be quite emotional Nadia doesn't consider herself to be childish or Angsty. She doesn't dwell on things of the past and always looks forward when she can. She doesn't often smile or joke around as much as other people, and true happiness is a non-existent feeling to her, but she isn't all seriousness. Nadia is capable of letting things go around people she is most comfortable with, and can even crack a joke or two if she is feeling up to it.

The side that nobody has ever witnessed of Nadia is the side of her that she hides even from herself. This side is one that enjoys what has been happening around them. A side that is seeing all of this death and destruction and finding amusement and joy in it. A side that lusts for blood, more so now than it ever has in her past. This is the side that she will never admit to, and will never allow anyone to see.


Background/History:

Nadia grew up in a single child household in a rather poor neighborhood, her mother was a registered nurse and her father a factory employee. She grew up longing for many things, and watching her parents work themselves to the bone to give her those things. She went to school with kids who mostly grew up to be criminals and never really made true friends until she started at college. College is also where she met her now deceased boyfriend Charlie, and became pregnant with his child. She wanted to get her degree in the medical field, but as everyone should be aware that dream was never meant to come true. Especially not when the world goes to hell. She met Rodrick in College, but the two of them never were friends until they suddenly had to survive together. At first there was a whole bunch of students stuck fighting for their lives on campus, but eventually the numbers dwindled down to only a few. Nadia and Rodrick managed to escape the situation before it could get even worse, and decided to stick together because of it.


Skills/Strengths:

- Basic First Aid
- CPR Certified
- Strong Swimmer
- Quick Thinking
- Strong-Willed


Habits:

- Chewing her lip
- Making a lot of noise
- Drumming her fingers on surfaces
- Tapping her feet
- Chewing her nails

Likes:
- Helping others
- Writing in her journal
- Children
- Dogs
- Cold Weather

Dislikes:
- Unnecessary Cruelty
- Death
- People who don't think for themselves
- Unoriginal ideas
- Being Insulted
- Hot Weather


Secrets:

- Miscarried her child.
- Killed an innocent, non-infected person.
- Blood lust.

Fears:
- Love, and all that comes with it.
- Losing more than she already has.
- The Dark.

So begins...

Nadia Brunswick's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ellena Barins Character Portrait: George Wolfen Character Portrait: Offelia Elias Character Portrait: Nadia Brunswick Character Portrait: Rodrick Warren Character Portrait: Isabella Sophia Gray

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[For now I'll post in first-person, but later I'll probably transition to third since I'm more accustomed to writing in that perspective.]

It's dawn, more specifically around, 5 AM? Feels that way. The mist smothering the ground swirls around my lowers legs as I run desperately down the street. I didn't care enough to look at the name, I just need to find G. I don't even know when he left me, did he really not care enough to say anything? I look around nervously, but there are walkers still chasing me I think. I don't have the guts to cry out. He couldn't have gone too far, right? He can be pretty lazy.
I pray under my breathe that I find him, and a few alleyways come into view, branching into the in-betweens of buildings.
Moaning, and groaning is heard from the third. It's dark, and I almost decide to run past it; but I see a familiar face.
G-George!!?
I stop dead in my tracks, and look behind. The walkers must have stopped a while ago, even though I'm not much of a runner. I silently walk to the alleyway; G is pinned against the wall with the walker slowly advancing in on him.
Aw shit you idiot!
I grit my teeth and rush in. Even though its been a long while since the apocalypse started, I haven't killed too many walkers. I'm not good at attacking, I don't have much experience. Wielding G's signature bat, I close my eyes and take in a sharp breathe, before swinging the bat with all my strength into the walkers head. There's a loud splat noise, it must have hit the wall.
After moments of silence, I slowly open my eyes. G is just staring at me, he wasn't bit was he?!
"O-Off..."
G distantly stutters. Weakly dropping the bat to the ground, I fall forward into him, and grip his shirt.
"Why the hell would you do that?!"
I lash out emotionally. I can feel Georges eyes on me, he's staring. I shouldn't have been so loud.
"Off. Pick up the bat, we need to go."
He answers strongly. Damn, trying to be a badass again? I willingly pull away though, holding back any feelings I want to just yell out. I lean down, and pick up the bat from the muddy water.
I don't swing well...
I stare off forlornly, and like reading my mind he snatches the bat from my hands and pulls me away out of the alleyway. He's in a rush, I wonder what kind of shit he got into while I was sleeping back at our room. I don't want to question him though, G can get aggressive when I ask too many. I decide to stay silent, and just cling to him. We get to another street, and G stops to stare at it.
"We're not even close to the center..."
G sighs, is he relieved? I don't know much about walkers, but I wonder if they crowd together purposely; and maybe the heart of New York is where they all decide to stay. Zombies don't think like that though... or, probably don't.
"Is that a good thing?"
I speak reluctantly. G doesnt reply, he stares down at me, and beckons me forward as he continues to walk. I gulp nervously and follow close.
"The... fog and mist is ominous, isn't it."
I say quietly. He nods, it isn't often when G doesnt talk to me. Maybe he's really thinking hard about something. Probably nothing I would know of, G is quite the tracker. And I'm, well, not really much of anything.
Horeno Road...
I try to remember.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Nadia Brunswick Character Portrait: Rodrick Warren

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"Dammit Nadia talk to me before you run off like that kid!" Rodrick whispers loudly to me as we both crouch beside and overturned city bus. A few paces ahead of us a couple of Walkers shamble around the corpse of a mostly picked clean body. But even from here I can see that the body itself is also moving, also a Walker it seems.

"One, I'm a few years younger than you. If I'm a kid then your an old man," I whisper back. Digging in my pocket for something silent to kill the Walkers with. We don't have any guns with us, and its no use using one in a city this big and with Walkers all around. "And two, I did not run, you just can't keep up."

Rodrick rolls his eyes, but smiles and takes out a knife from his own pocket. I continue my search and grow frustrated when I can't find the knife I had picked up a few weeks ago. "Loose something?" he asks. I sigh and nod, "You wanna take care of this?" I ask him.

He shrugs and creeps forward, eyes focused on the closest one. He knows if he gets in trouble I'll rush in and help him. Not that he will get in trouble, Rodrick is capable, if not a little reckless. I keep an eye out on the situation, worry gnawing at my gut. What if one of them notices him before he can take another down. Rodrick can fight off one easily, but two at the same time won't be an easy feat even for him.

Luckily I have no reason to worry, as he dispatches the first Walker before it can even turn around. He rushes towards the other recklessly, tussling with it for a good minute and a half before getting the knife in its head. He looks at the body on the ground, seemingly debating before knifing it as well. No use leaving one alive even if it can't move.

"Nice work, are you hurt?" I ask, hefting my mostly empty backpack higher on my shoulders all I have left is half a tube of Neosporin and a band aide, nothing helpful for a wound bigger than a scratch. He shakes his head. "We should find somewhere hole up for a while, I'm getting tired of all this running around." I tell him, watching him clean the blood off of his knife. "My thoughts exactly kid," He says, giving me that sideways smile that used to get him all the girls. I scoff and punch his shoulder, "Come on ya dope, we're making too much noise."

"Most of these buildings are overrun I'm sure, but we can try and clear out a smaller one." I say, looking around at the tall buildings around us. It won't be easy trying to clear out a small one either, but at least we could have somewhere to sleep tonight, rather than braving the deep darkness of the night. I hate the dark. "Come on Rod, lets get a move on."

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ellena Barins Character Portrait: George Wolfen Character Portrait: Offelia Elias Character Portrait: Nadia Brunswick Character Portrait: Rodrick Warren Character Portrait: Isabella Sophia Gray Character Portrait: Sebastian Barins

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[So because Isabelle still hasn't posted we're just going to go ahead and continue :)]

"Are we atleast going somewhere specific-" "I don't know Off." G says, this time with bite.
I hold any other questions back. 'We're probably going to go look for another place to stay, even though it's getting closer and closer to morning.' I think with a quiet sigh. 'Maybe we'll search the bus stations??' I rub my hands as G leads me around.
'Looks like I'm right so far.' I recognize the different street signs and maps.
"Off, watch where you step. I hear lots of walkers, and glass can make the loudest noises." G sighs anxiously.
I nod, going completely with his instruction. 'I really hope G doesnt have to waste his energy on the walkers.' I assume he hasn't eaten like me this morning.
We stop at the corner of a brick wall, standing close against it. "There's three coming this way, four at the next corner, and then I can see two more at the map I think." G sighs as quietly as possible.
I frown "Well how do we maneuver around them then..." I glance down at the ground nervously.
"That's.... I don't know yet." G admits in an annoyed tone.

[Sorry it isn't longer.]

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Nadia Brunswick Character Portrait: Rodrick Warren

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(OOC: I make long posts by accident I swear. But I had an idea and ran with it. XD)

A distant scream caught our attention. I turned my eyes to the direction the noise came from, sussing it out to be more human that Walker...Walkers didn't make the same noises as us. They were different, in subtle ways that were easiest to detect after so long. Naturally as we continued on our journey the more and more we both began to pick up these subtle differences. "Sounds like someone in trouble." Rodrick says, already gripping his knife tighter in his hands. He looks ready to take off to save the day, but I grab his arm in a tight grip. Giving him one of my patented 'don't you dare' looks. He raises his eyebrow, looking disbelieving. "It could be a trap, or worse and I don't have a weapon yet to help." I point out, voice low as we creep behind rows of dead cars, keeping out of sight while keeping our wits about us.

"We can't just let some innocent person die!" Rodrick argues, beginning to lead us on the path toward the scream. At our steady rate however we probably wouldn't make it there in time to save anyone. "Yes we damn well can Rod," I hiss through clenched teeth, fists balled up angrily. A red haze has begun to creep into the edges of my vision, a darkness looming just below the surface. I don't want Rodrick to die, but I could care less about some stranger who could very well be baiting us.

"Have it your way then, kid." He says, as he springs forward into a dead run. In a sudden panic I do the same, trying to keep on his heels despite how much faster he is than I am. He turns a corner, I turn right behind him, and suddenly both of us are face to face with a thick crowd of Walkers. "Oh fuck," I hiss, reeling back as one of the shambling corpses reaches a dirty, bloody hand out to grab me. Its fingers catching at the front of my shirt. Its grip tightens as I drag it back with me, immediately losing sight of Rodrick in my attempt to escape its grip. The damn thing is strong, but a kick to its knee makes it buckle and fall. I carefully knee it in the head, making sure to keep its snapping and snarling mouth far away from my flesh. Its nose caves in, but it doesn't stop its struggle even as I finally peel its bony fingers from my shirt and take off at a dead run.

I turn back, but a few out of the crowd are already on my tail, including the one that nearly had me. I don't have much time to think, Rodrick has a knife and can probably take care of himself. I don't have anything besides my feet to carry me away from the situation. I dodge a few hands as I turn and run, trying to catch sight of Rodrick.

With nothing left to lose I shout his name, "Rodrick! Come on we need to go!" But there is no answer. I tear my gaze away and dodge away from more prying hands, feeling the cloth of my shirt tear and snag as my frantic running seems to draw them closer.

Without much hope left I take a sharp turn away from the Walkers, continuing on until I hit a side street that's small enough and packed with enough cars that the Walkers will have a hard time wading through it. Leaving Rodrick behind hurts like hell, but its the only thing I can do right now to stay alive. Besides, if he's still alive they always have their various rendezvous points to try and meet up at. Right now its more likely that I'm the one who isn't going to survive. Not If I can't lose the Walkers.


No choice left, I use up all my energy to keep them running down various streets, dodging around dead cars and other obstacles until I've put enough distance between myself and the closest Walker that I can safely duck into a building to hide. I don't know how long I've been running. But the pain in my chest and the stitch in my side doesn't go away even as I sink to the ground, panting and heaving. It feels as if I'm going to puke but I keep my head straight, fear echoing in my mind. I don't know what kind of building I'm in besides that its pretty open, but dark. I hate the dark, it sends shivers of fear all through me. I wish Rodrick was here with me.



(I decided to split my characters up. Which means shorter posts as I'll be doing so from two different POVs. Ill put their names at the top of the post from now on until I join them up again. But I figured I left it open ended enough. As for the person who screamed I left it open ended...It could be anyone.)