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Theme:
Zombie Apocalypse.
Name:
"Last time I check, Dez Jackson. Aren't I simple?" The brunette sighed as she wrapped her arms around herself.
Age:
"At least 18. I don't exactly know the date. I could be 19 already, but I dunno." Dez shrugged as she had this question a lot.
Gender:
"Do I look like a guy? Guess so, but this girl is... well a girl." Dez chuckled and bit her bottom lip, thinking.
Personality:
"I'll let you judge that for me yeah?" She sighed, obvious clueless of how to respond to the question.
Dez is a calm and collected girl. She may seem a bit childish, but tries to keep a mature leader figure, like her father always taught her. She keeps her head high, but doesn't draw too much attention to herself. Dez is a girl that will most likely stay on the sidelines, always helping from a distance. She is very determined and caring, along with stubborn, which weighs her down.
Looks:
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"Need a picture to see a girl right in front of you? Nice." Dez laughed and smiled, small.
Likes:
"Well, peace, beaches, corny movies, learning, safety, being a medic? Anyways, there's more, but I can't list it all..." She sighed, rubbing the back of her neck.
Dislikes:
"This world, rouges, raiders, supply counts, having to see infected patients. More?" Dez simply said, crossing her arms.
Background:
"Why?" She simply asked, raising a brow.
Dez's dad was a doctor, who worked on a patient that was infected with a certain virus. One night, Dez woke at the sound of clatters in her dad's bedroom. Alarmed, she rushed in, only to see her father suffering from the virus. His nails growing rotten, along with his whole body. All he said was "Dez, get the gun." that moment Dez fought his decision with all her might, but soon, he let the bullet kill him. He was all she had. Soon Dez contacted authorities, who took her into a foster home.
Species:
"H-U-M-A-N. Duh." Dez said. "Not one of those freaks." She added, huffing as she nibbled her bottom lip, now.
Other:
"I'm a medic, that travels from recorded bases, every month." Dez said, pride in her voice.
