Post by Annalise "Liss" Rojero on Dec 19, 2015 3:25:19 GMT
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Name: Annalise Diana Rojero
Alias: Liss
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bi-Sexual
Faction: Survivor
Role: Mercenary
Location: Jackson Country
Physical Description:
Annalise is a short female, standing at only 4 inches over five feet, and has the small petite form to match it. What she lacks in size, however, she makes up for in agility. Being small has made the woman fast, sharp, and flexible, making her quite hard to get your hands on when in any kind of skirmish. A wild tangle of pure black hair falls in natural waves and curls their ends reaching down her back and close to her hips. However, these are, more often than not, tied high at the top of her head, or braided in several sections to keep it out of her way, and out of an enemies grasp when fighting. Wide faintly almond shaped eyes have an upward tilt at the very corner, lending those deep caramel colored hues a faintly exotic look, which matches well with the soft olive tone of her skin. Annalise has several scars littering her figure, most of them are, though noticeable, not particularly impressive. However, a single scar that runs over her right hip, and wraps around the front of her stomach, has healed awkwardly, leaving a mass of pale pink scar tissue in a jagged etching of the blade that made the mark originally.
When annalise moves, it it with precise certain movements, even if she is not in any kind of conflict. As if she over evaluates every single option, before actually making a move. Despite this she is fast, fleet on her feet, and startling nimble for something so small. Though she can handle a ranged weapon if the need arises, she is particularly better with her hands, or with blunt or bladed instruments, for fighting, and packs quite a punch when striking people or things. This coupled with her sudden, sharp, and quick movements, can make her not only a formidable opponent, but a rather confusing one.
Personality:
There are two people one must run into when confronting this woman. Not two separate personalities, but something of a facade she has developed over her time as a young woman in the world today. On the outside, when someone first meets the young woman, one meets up with her alter persona, Liss. Liss is an extremely harshly spoken young woman, whom speaks her mind regardless of everyone around her. She is unafraid to use her body to get her out of jams, or into information or weaponry. Known well for her ability to talk herself out of any and all positions she is in, she is also not afraid to get her hands dirty. Without hesitation she will bash a persons face in, before even allowing them to talk.
On the flip side of this one has to work to find Annalise, something she has buried long ago, in order to survive successfully in the world today. Deep down she is a loyal, loving, and kind girl, whose heart hurts for every innocent death around her. She lives with the haunting memory of lives she has taken, or people she could not help. Inside the shell, whom she has named Liss, Annalise has a very vulnerable heart, which loves easily, breaks often, and can get her into trouble. Annalise often escapes the harsh world by either sinking into Liss's personality that has become more of a shield than anything, or by drawing. Often her drawings are dark in nature, or particularly sad. A face she remembers, a child crying.
Thus the development of Liss became needed. Her hard outer shell is a seamless facade when in public, lending the appearance of a hard woman, whom has worked hard to get where she is, and is unafraid to trample people beneath her to ensure her own survival.
Alignment:
Likes:
Strong Drinks
Brief Moments of Peace
Music
Drawing
Dislikes:
Having to Kill
Harming Innocents
Being Hungry
Being Threatened
Strengths:
When it comes down to it, Annalise can separate what she WANTS to do from what she HAS to do. Meaning though she doesn't WANT to kill people, she has to do so for her own protection, survival, and life. Therefore she simply separates herself from the act at the time.
Weaknesses:
Despite being able to carry out difficult things, she lives with them. When she is alone, she is left with her memories of cries, begging, and pleading. Blood, or horror stricken faces. It tears her up inside.
History and Background:
Despite the world being one hell of a messed up place, the Rojero family had little trouble justifying bringing kids into the world. While her father constantly said it was about the human race surviving, her mother seemed adamant that the more of them there were, the more likely it would be they could fight back. This attitude resulted in Annalise being only one child in a slew of them. By the time her mother was infected, she had brought thirteen children into the world, all females. The infection spread quickly, though they did the best to keep it quiet and underwraps. Regardless of this, her mother had to be put down, and her father was the one to do it.
Jackson Rojero raised his thirteen daughters to fight. Not to survive the world, but to win it. In his warped mind the more Rojero's there were, the more likely they would stand behind him when he decided to go for actual power. Jackson believed he was the best alternative to any other leader, and, though his daughters did what they could to stand behind him, the longer this went on, the more warped his mind became.
When Annalise turned fifteen years old, Jackson had all but lost his mind. Often locking the girls away so they wouldn't have a chance to go against him, or betray him. More often than not the girls would be herded into the basement of their home, where they would be locked up for a night, though sometimes that night turned into days.
Having enough of this, Annalise's older sister, Carryanne, gathered the girls together. With the training their father had given them, born from years of military service before the end of the world, and mercenary service afterwards, the girls, combined, were a daunting thing to come up against. Thus they over threw their father, killing him, and freeing themselves from his ridiculous view on the world around them.
With their father gone, the girls began to split apart. Nothing held them together now, and, as each one found their footing in the world around them, they simply drifted away from the pack. In the end, Anna was left on her own. Each one of her other sisters had found something to fight for. While some had run to the fireflies, others had joined the quarentine zone. Anna, however, refused to be under thumb again, to another psychopathic ruler, to anyone who wanted to control those around them.
For this reason she opted to live wherever she landed. Drifting from place to place, and selling her services to anyone with enough trade items, or offerings to procure them. As time wore on, killing people became easier. Not without its nightmares, but simple. Fast, and efficient, the short framed female became a well known name in the mercenary field. Liss was often sought now, when someone had a small problem that needed to be handled. Word of mouth became her fame, so to speak, and, seeing as she lacked any real alliance, her services could be procured by literally anyone in need of them.
Arsenal:
1 Machete
1 Revolver
Equipment:
1 Backpack
1 Sewing Kit (needle, thread, small scissors)
Clean Bandaging (Torn strips of cloth)
1 Large Bottle of Water
15 Revolver Bullets
1 Clean Shirt
1 clean Pair of Shorts
Current Outfit (Long Sleeve shirt, Jeans, Hiking Boots)
Old Worn Winter Jacket (Black)
Dried Meat
1/2 Roll duct Tape
4 ft Coiled Rope
1 Sheath for Machete on Right Hip
Flint/steel For Fire
Roleplay Example:
"We had a fucking deal, Liss" Spit flew from his gritted teeth as he growled the words, one large fat hand slamming against the already worse for wear desk he insisted on sitting behind everytime they met. The man himself was nothing impressive, in his tattered suit, he jacket bulging at the buttons for lack of correct sizing. "I pay you, you kill her. We had a -deal-!"
"Yeah...deals change, George." Liss frowned sharply at the man as he ran his sausage like fingers over the grease slick that was his hair. There wouldn't be much of a conversation happening right now if he hadn't had his thugs strip her of her weapons before dragging her into the room. "You didn't tell me she had a kid. I don't kill kids."
"Did I say anything about killing the kid!?" His voice shook as he shouted, which made his lackeys look at each other nervously. Liss, however, only rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Money, dead...it was so simple. You couldn't even...." He growled loudly, a lot like a mentally ill wolf in heat attempting to rut with a tree. "I should have known better than to trust some girl to do the job right!"
A nod of his head sent the four men in the room lurching forward. As hands grasped for her body, Liss sprung into action. The first hand to wrap around her arm received a very sudden slam of the side of her hand. As the male yelped in surprise she threw her fist directly into his throat. As the first male choked and gagged, grasping for the front of his throat, another wrapped his arms around her waist, effectively pinning her own appendages to her side, and making it easy for the third to slam a fist against her stomach.
With a choking heave, Liss flinched and tensed her body, gritting her teeth against the sudden loss of air from her lungs. It took a moment, but she managed to swing her head down, and than back in one hard fast motion. As the back of her head connected with the bridge of the mans nose, he released her, sending her short frame hurling several inches to the ground, where she crumpled forward, a hand on her stomach as she gasped in a large gulp of air. The third man lunged at her, and she pushed her body backwards against the fallen body of the other, her hands flying around for something with which to beat him off. Fingers wrapped about a long bit of broken wood, and without hesitation she brought it around with every ounce of strength she had, sending the man hurtling to the side as it splintered against his skull.
"Oh fuck this! You don't pay me enough for this shit!" The fourth man, a scrawny looking kid who couldn't have been older than she was herself, threw his hands up, and fled the room entirely, leaving a twitching, and suddenly nervous looking man behind.
"Oh no." She muttered, turning her head to the side and spitting out a wad of blood and spittle, before shoving herself to her feet. "The hell do you think you're going?" As the male backed towards the door, she lunged forward, her small frame considerably faster than his own. Lifting a hand she slammed the door closed, effectively cutting off his route. "Now...let's talk about that money, hmm?"
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