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Isabella Belinski

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a character in “The Haze”, as played by Rougeshadow

Description

Name:Isabelle Belinski
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Height: 6' 4'
Weight: 140 Pounds
Appearance:
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Clothing: Isabella prefers her biker leathers over lacy, frilly and cloth items. She wears leather biker pants and a biker jacket with a ripped patch on the back. Underneath she wears an old AC DC teeshirt with a hole under her right arm. Her goggles are wind resistant as to keep her eyes clear and has a bandana that can go around her face if necessary since gasmasks are in such short supply.
Personality: Cool under fire, often she has a smile on her face, trying to keep people happy and cheerful under the extremely bad conditions of where she lives. A biker by nature, she is always willing to help another, as long as they return the same kindness.
Other:Isabella always carries her Remington 870 shotgun on her back, just incase a friendly argument turns into a deadly argument.
Inventory:
  • Remington 870 Shotgun
  • Hip Flask
  • Canteen of Water
  • Backpack containing Flint and Steel, a Pillow, Blanket and about two days worth of food.
  • Tactical Knife (from her Father)
  • 54 Shotgun Shells
  • 50' worth of rope
Biography:
Isabelle was a girl growing up in downtown Moscow, the not so great part of the city. Her father, a former KGB operative and her mother, a seamstress worker did enough to bring food to the table. When Isabelle turned 18, she went out to try her luck at the schooling world and earned a Degree in mechanical engineering: To help repair things her family needed to survive. Two days before the Haze took hold, her father gave her his old tactical knife and patted her shoulder. The Tactical Knife would be useful to have he told her and also gave her a shotgun engraved on the stock of the gun "Babushka", her childhood nickname. Then the Haze hit, she raced as fast as she could to the shelter, hoping her family was there. They werent...so now she lives in the shelter, trying to keep the happy feelings in her heart by doing what her father would have done: By just being upbeat.

So begins...

Isabella Belinski's Story

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Antony stared blankly at his television set, his features emotionless as the screen fizzled out into a blur of static. He took a moment to let it all sink in. "It's all gone now, then... This is it?" He'd contemplate to himself. He'd wipe his brow as a bead of sweat trickled down and onto the wet shemagh wrapped around his mouth. Other than being incredibly toxic and life threatening, the Haze seemed to trap or generate heat. Antony cast his gaze away from the television out to the crack between the boards on his windows. He squinted and looked up the yellow fog, it's rotten fingers picking at every crack and chip in his house. The Haze had been around for only a few days, but millions had already died. Whether they were fighting for food and weapons, or defending themselves, many people died. He stood with a sigh, a light gray t-shirt plastered to his skin with sweat and thin black jeans on his legs. He'd walk across his barren living room, turning the TV off as he passed. "It's a miracle the electricity is still on... Probably not for long." He'd walk into his kitchen, appliances strewn around and furniture upended, cannibalized for barricades. He lean over the sink, twisting the knob. Nothing but a few sad drips trickled out. Antony reached out and caught the drips on his hands, sadly contemplating. He'd rub the water into his finger tips and sigh, standing back up. He'd put his hands on his hips and survey the floor. His backpack was laying flat, several items laying around it. Food, water, clothes, etc. He's shake his head and kneel down, shoveling the items into the bag. "This is fucking crazy. I'm actually going outside." He'd say to himself. He'd toss his bag across his shoulder, swiping a hefty knife off the counter as he passed. He'd purchased the knife shortly after he was assaulted a few years back. He thoughtfully stroked his purple-yellow splotched cheek, looking toward the door. He couldn't help but let his tired mind wander back to the thought of his friends and family.

He hadn't spoken to his parents in a long while, and he was afraid he'd never get to. He thought of his neighbors; the few souls he could count on. He'd been festering in worry over them the past few days. He'd finally leave the house and see if his fears were to be realized. He looked around his small house in sorrow. He'd bite his lip as his mind washed away with memories. The pride of purchasing a house, house parties, having girls over, laying on the couch contemplating life, and countless others. He'd look across the wrecked rubble that was once his pride and joy, and then out to the unforgiving haze. All he could think of was the screaming he could hear from his home in the first days. The coughing, the vomiting, the gunshots shattering through his home. This was his life now. All he owned was the clothes on his back and the things in his bag. He'd approach the door and take hold of the hammer dangling by the hook on one of the boards nailed across his door. He'd pry the nails from each board, one-by-one clattering to the ground like his forgotten securities. He's throw the boards away with conviction. "This is my life. I won't die alive." He thought to himself. He'd dramatically kick the door open once the nails were all freed, the wood splintering and thwacking against the frame. He'd immediately cringe as the Haze began to creep into his home and onto his face, the familiar coppery smell invading his nostrils, visibility only about half a mile. "That was loud..." He'd turn his eyes to the house only a few paces away from his. Isabella's. He'd silently pray to the possibility of divinity that she was okay as he crept up to her front door, careful not to spook her if she saw him.

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What a way to go out... She thought as she sat there on the couch, flipping through the page of a novel she had read at least twenty times before. Isabella just sipped her bottle of water that she had been for the past few days. The tv was useless, the lights maybe on for another day or two max and all the while no phones were on either. She felt the impending doom of it all. She heard the gunshots for a few days as people began to panic and worry. Not to mention the Haze killing everyone off by the millions. With a heavy sigh, she set the book down and checked over her supplies and checked it all off her list of completed things to do. Clothes: Check, Food: Check, Water: Check Shotgun loaded: Check, Spare Shells: Check...everything seemed to be in order. She nodded to herself and sheathed her tactical knife into her holster and brought her shotgun up the stairs with her as she headed for her bedroom.

The Master bedroom was nothing grand but it had a single window that she had covered with a blanket. Downstairs had been the same, the front door boarded from the inside and only leaving a door that would be blocked to only let it open partially. A trick her father taught her. She moved the blanket to look down into the street, nothing moving as far as she could tell. She then heard something...kicking coming from the next door house. Poor S.O.B...someone found him. Wait...no he was coming out and towards her house "Shit.." She said as she went down to the door and looked through the peephole to see him coming right for her home "Damn man...common sense" She said as she went for a window to the side of the door and opened it partially, bringing her bandana over her mouth "Hey...back door. Stay low and quiet. Last thing I need is to get shot at" She said and shut the window, heading for the back door and stood at it. When he arrived, she would open it and let him in.