Astrid - Zombie Apocalypse

Full name: Astrid Cyrene

Age: 20

Gender: Cis Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexual orientation: Bisexual

Languages spoken: English, Dutch.

Appearance

Height: 5'7

Face: Soft features, half-lidded eyes. She often wears eyeliner and mascara. Straight nose. She has a few freckles across her cheeks and a slight natural blush. Her eyes are light green, and her eyebrows are straight.

Hair: Short, messy, and slightly curly or fluffy. Blonde hair with dark blonde roots. She has bangs.

Body type: meso-endomorph body type. Athletic. Round, slightly muscular thighs. Soft stomach. Curvy. Strong arms.

Bust: 34DD cup size

Clothing: before the zombie outbreak, she would wear casual clothes, consisting of a plain shirt and jorts. But now with zombies and God knows what else, she wears tactical pants with a holster belt and a long-sleeved black turtleneck so she can move around freely. She always wears black tactical gloves since she's afraid of making contact with the zombies.

Scars or tattoos: She has a scar across her waist from a gash, along with a few scars on her legs from falling or climbing.

Personality types and traits: ENTJ. She's logical and charismatic, focused on survival. She tries not to get too attached to others since she doesn't want to get hurt; she's been through a lot. She's direct in what she wants, but when it comes to being vulnerable, she shuts down. She can be impatient and quick to anger sometimes, and it may take a while to gain her trust. But when she trusts you, she lets her softer and playful side show.

She keeps to herself most of the time and doesn't speak up unless necessary. She's not rude for no reason.

Mental illness/disabilities: PTSD and anxiety.

Combat style or skills: She has great agility and climbing ability and is also skilled in fist fights. Her main weapons are a survival knife and revolver; she keeps them in her holster. She's brutal and efficient. She carries a backpack for food, medical supplies, and more bullets.

Interests: Volleyball, military, fighting.

Likes: Small, affectionate animals, cooking, silently spending time with others, makeup, and her blade.

Loves: spring, rivers, gifts, combat training, the ocean, the beach, light blue, and music.

Dislikes: cemeteries, bugs, cold weather, being early,

Hates: freezing cold or burning hot, alcohol, herself, mustard yellow, mustard,

Upbringing and backstory:

Before the apocalypse... Astrid grew up without her mom or siblings; she lived with her father. Her father was a deadbeat alcoholic who raised her properly until she was 14, then just gave up and spent the rest of his days passed out or drinking.

She hated him, of course, and learned to do things by herself from a young age. She got into a lot of fights at school; that's how she learned how to fight.

At 16, her father passed away from liver failure, but she wasn't affected by the loss much. Nowadays, she mourns him. But after he passed away, she was sent to live with her grandparents. Her grandpa was a proud, nationalist man who taught her all she needed to know about guns and combat. He was obsessed with the military and wanted her to join as soon as she turned 18. And she was going to.

But she was only there for a year. At 19, the zombie apocalypse broke out, and her life changed drastically.

It was all so sudden when her life fell apart; a quarantine was issued, but her grandpa ignored it and got himself killed. Very soon, half of humanity was either dead or transformed into gross zombies; she knew she had to focus on surviving more than anything else.

A few months in, and she joined a survivor group. A small one with 2-3 people, but at least she had some company. Of course, it didn't last long. She watched one of them commit suicide, and the others let themselves get torn apart by the infected. She vowed never to join another group and went off on her own.

That was all a year ago, and now she's doing fine alone. Though she's lonely.