Post by Caliber on Jan 26, 2012 21:03:51 GMT -5
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[Face: Nasreen Davar, Far Cry 2]
Name:
Keira Wade
Sex/Gender:
Female
Age:
Twenty-One
Height:
5' 4"
Weight:
120 lbs
Occupation:
None
Weapons & Equipment:
Name: Masterpiece Arms MPA
Type: Machine Pistol; Select Fire: Semi- and Fully Automatic
Cartridge: .460 Rowland
Feed System: 30-Round Detachable Box Magazines
Specs: Large Muzzle Brake
Name: Combat Dagger
Type: Dual-Edged
Length: 7" Blade, 13" Overall
Quantity: x1
Specs: Stainless Steel Blade, Black Rubberized Grip
Name: Smith and Wesson Model 629
Type: Revolver; Double-Action
Cartridge: .44 Magnum
Feed System: 6-Round Cylinder
Specs: Blued Finish, Snub-Nose Barrel, Wooden Grip
Apperance:
Keira is a brown-haired, brown-eyed Caucasian American female, standing at roughly one hundred sixty-two centimeters tall.
Personality:
Though fairly young, Keira is responsible and trustworthy. She's fairly down-to-earth and level-headed, and is usually able to keep her cool in tough situations. She's a very serious person, though she doesn't mind letting loose once in awhile and having a good time.
History:
Keira was born in Raccoon City in October of 1977. She attended public school throughout her childhood, and receieved a decent education. However, due to the lack of support from her family, she wasn't able to move on to college, and was forced to live the life of a common worker bee. Emancipated from her irresponsible parents at sixteen, Keira has lived on her own for several years, owning an average one-bed, one-bath aparment in Downtown Raccoon City, and working a minimum wage job. She had managed to sustain herself fairly well up until the outbreak.
Introduction:[/center]
Keira peered over the edge of the roof top that she was perched upon. Several dozens of infected raged through the nearby alley and around the base of the building. Keira sighed loudly, gripping her machine pistol. She stepped away from the roof ledge and turned to her companions.
"Yeah," she began, "There's, like, a metric sh*t ton of them down there. We'll have to cross over to that hotel complex next door from the fire escape down below. Absolutely no way we're gonna walk out on ground level."
Keira sat herself down on a cocrete ledge and set her machine pistol on the ground. She pulled a water bottle from her pack, unscrewed the cap, then took a swig. She looked up at the blazing summer sun that was baking her from above, then back down at her water bottle. Abruptly, she lifted the bottle over her head and dumped half of it on herself.
[Face: Nasreen Davar, Far Cry 2]
Keira Wade:
[/b][/font]Name:
Keira Wade
Sex/Gender:
Female
Age:
Twenty-One
Height:
5' 4"
Weight:
120 lbs
Occupation:
None
Weapons & Equipment:
Name: Masterpiece Arms MPA
Type: Machine Pistol; Select Fire: Semi- and Fully Automatic
Cartridge: .460 Rowland
Feed System: 30-Round Detachable Box Magazines
Specs: Large Muzzle Brake
Name: Combat Dagger
Type: Dual-Edged
Length: 7" Blade, 13" Overall
Quantity: x1
Specs: Stainless Steel Blade, Black Rubberized Grip
Name: Smith and Wesson Model 629
Type: Revolver; Double-Action
Cartridge: .44 Magnum
Feed System: 6-Round Cylinder
Specs: Blued Finish, Snub-Nose Barrel, Wooden Grip
Apperance:
Keira is a brown-haired, brown-eyed Caucasian American female, standing at roughly one hundred sixty-two centimeters tall.
Personality:
Though fairly young, Keira is responsible and trustworthy. She's fairly down-to-earth and level-headed, and is usually able to keep her cool in tough situations. She's a very serious person, though she doesn't mind letting loose once in awhile and having a good time.
History:
Keira was born in Raccoon City in October of 1977. She attended public school throughout her childhood, and receieved a decent education. However, due to the lack of support from her family, she wasn't able to move on to college, and was forced to live the life of a common worker bee. Emancipated from her irresponsible parents at sixteen, Keira has lived on her own for several years, owning an average one-bed, one-bath aparment in Downtown Raccoon City, and working a minimum wage job. She had managed to sustain herself fairly well up until the outbreak.
Introduction:[/center]
Keira peered over the edge of the roof top that she was perched upon. Several dozens of infected raged through the nearby alley and around the base of the building. Keira sighed loudly, gripping her machine pistol. She stepped away from the roof ledge and turned to her companions.
"Yeah," she began, "There's, like, a metric sh*t ton of them down there. We'll have to cross over to that hotel complex next door from the fire escape down below. Absolutely no way we're gonna walk out on ground level."
Keira sat herself down on a cocrete ledge and set her machine pistol on the ground. She pulled a water bottle from her pack, unscrewed the cap, then took a swig. She looked up at the blazing summer sun that was baking her from above, then back down at her water bottle. Abruptly, she lifted the bottle over her head and dumped half of it on herself.