Username: Valany Vlaterria
Character Name: Violet Knight (Or Vi. Pronounced as "V-ai")
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Skills: Shooting, Stealth
Likes:
♣ Killing
♣ Animals
♣ Being in the Shadows
Dislikes:
♣ Anyone who bullies her
♣ Anyone who bullies animals
♣ Salty Foods
Goals: Stay Alive
History:
Since the day she was born, her father had wished that she was born a boy. He taught her how to hold and shoot a gun, while after their sessions her mother would brush her hair and dress her up in dresses.
The day the Apocalypse started she had been in class, resting her head in her hand as she watched the teacher in a bored daze. The gym teacher came rushing into the room, screaming that everyone needs to leave the building, before running off and telling the other teachers. Everyone had sat still before chaos erupted from the room. Everyone had rushed for the door, including Vi, who had only stopped for a moment to grab her bag. She was in the middle of the group, listening to the screams of her classmates and teachers as they all rushed and trampled over each other to reach the front doors.
Once those who survived reached the bottom steps, everyone stopped and went silent, looking at the front doors. The Vice Principal stood, half leaning over, with blood streaming down her face. Her classmates started screaming, running the other way, but were stopped when the Math teacher was behind them, moaning and snapping at students. Violet's heart had been beating fast and she placed a hand on her bag, looking at the two staff members.
The Vice Principal rushed forward and grabbed a girl from 2-B, biting her neck and squeezing her arm. Vi watched, her eyes wide with horror. She looked towards the door and rushed towards it, the Vice Principal's attention being torn to her. She stopped and pulled out the gun in her bag. She quickly aimed and fired without even thinking. Her mind snapped, her face going completely blank. She walked calmly out of the building, shooting anyone who came more than a foot near her.
Once she got to her house she snapped out of it, wondering where she was for a moment. She had rushed inside and stopped in her steps. Everything had been torn apart. She went up to her parents room and found her mother torn to bits on the bed. She fell against the door, gripping her mouth with both of her hands, too stunned to cry. Hearing a crash from her room she jumped, getting to her feet and slowly making her away towards the noise, gun in hand. She found her father staring out the window with her mothers arm in his mouth. She screamed and shot him in the head, right between the eyeballs. She fell to her knees, gripping her hair and screaming, tears finally streaming down her face.
The next few days passed in a blur to her. She had raided her fathers stash of guns, eating the food that was left in her house, which wasn't a whole lot as the day this had all happened was her mothers shopping day, and just waited it out...hoping for something to come for her.
Picture:
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