Post by Rhinn on Mar 10, 2017 12:24:56 GMT -5
Name: Lindsey Taggart
Sex: Female
Age: 29
Height: 5’5”
Weight: 125 lbs
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Occupation: Team Taurus 3 Gun Shooting Specialist; Grand Master of the USPSA; Survivor
Weapons: Modified Competition Taurus PT 1911 (chambered for 9mm); FN Scar 165 (chambered for 5.56 NATO); FN SLP Competition Shotgun (chambered for 12 gauge shells); Taurus Public Defender (chambered for .410 / 45LC)
Equipment: Reloading equipment, bags of OTC medicine taken from a local pharmacy, Emergency Rations (500 servings), sleeping bag, flashlight, kukri, steel tomahawk, clothes, toiletries
Vehicle: 2009 Ford SVT Raptor with lift (green)
Appearance: Lindsey is petite and pretty, but has an intense look about her. Even though there are no more shooting competitions, she still wears her Team Taurus competition shirt. She always has a cap on and her shooting glases. Clothing wise, it is either shorts or pants that are comfortable and functional and either tennis shoes or hiking boots. When armed (which is always), she sports her competition holster / harness that allows her to carry her pistol and 6 extended magazines that she can get to quickly. She is tone from all the physical activity that she does, but is not overly muscular.
Personality: More of an introvert who feels more at home with her guns and her shooting team, Lindsey will stand up for the innocent and is quick to gun down someone who deserves it. Her actions speak for her and she’s not the type to speak a lot of trash to someone.
History: Lindsey grew up shooting guns from a young age. She spent her summers on her grandfather’s farm and he would take her out to shoot pistols, shotguns and rifles. She loved the time that she spent with him and grew to love guns. All through high school and college, she was on shooting teams that gathered at the local shooting range. In college, she worked hard to balance her time between her job (at the gun range), her school work (she was pursuing a degree in business communications), and her hobby. Even as good as she was, she realized that the gun industry was a “man’s” sport. Always wanting to knock some of the men down a peg, she would challenge them to shooting competitions for a little extra money. The regulars learned quickly to not shoot against her if they wanted to keep what was in their pockets.
One day a cocky man walked in and was bragging about his abilities. Lindsey was quick to challenge him and put him in his place. The competition turned out to be the toughest she ever had. It was close but in the end, Lindsey was able to edge the stranger out and win the $5000.00 that was on the line. The man paid and then offered her a job. He was scouting talent for the Taurus Shooting Team and had heard about her skill. Lindsey accepted and upon completion of college, she joined Taurus as a communications media specialist and participated in 3 gun competitions for their team.
When the outbreak of the virus happened in 2012, Lindsey was in the next state over at a shooting competition. Ironically, it was probably the safest place to be at. Zombies did attack the competition, but no one was bitten. All zombies were gunned down quickly as there were over 50 shooters on site. For the next few weeks, teams would finally leave, trying to get back home. Lindsey’s team finally decided to gather as much supplies as they could and head back home. The convoy started out with 10 members and 4 trucks, including the Raptor. Though Lindsey didn’t have one back at home waiting for her, she was anxious to get to her grandfather’s farm. She split off from the group with her portion of the supplies and headed to the farm. In times of trouble, that is where all the Taggarts went, as several members of her extended family, including her grandfather, had turned into preppers in recent years.
Introduction: As Lindsey pulled down the long dirt drive that led to the farm, she slowed down, watching for signs of life… or otherwise. It was still hard to wrap her head around the fact that undead were roaming world. As the world panicked, Lindsey had just shook her head. Hadn’t there been enough movies that showed shooting them in the head worked. Hell, some of those movies came out before she was born. Now, as the world burned, she was returning to the one place all her life that truly felt like home.
The house was boarded up, but Lindsey didn’t stop there, she continued down a narrow dirt path that wound down toward the forest that backed up to the farm. Most people didn’t know about the bunker that her family had built down there. There was just enough room for her to squeeze her truck through the trees to the small clearing. As she came to a stop, she put the truck in park and turned it off. Already a few cars she recognized were there… her grandfather, her uncle and a few of her cousins were here.
Lindsey stepped out of the truck, checking her handgun to make sure it was secure in its holster. She approached the bunker, but stopped for getting to the door.
“Hail the camp”, she said, giving the approved upon greeting. A few seconds passed and a response came back. “You may approach, wayward daughter.”
Lindsey rolled her eyes a bit as the door opened and her grandfather stepped out. He always called her wayward daughter. She smiled and ran to give him a big hug. “It is good to see you Paw-Paw.” The huge man gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead and they moved to the bunker.
“We have most of the local relatives here and word from others that they are on their way.”
“Well, let’s hope the rest of the world is doing what we are doing”, she said as they entered the bunker.