THORN, Krista M.

[Krista M. Thorn]

KRISTA,THORN
PLAYED BY : Amanda Seyfried

THE CHARACTER

FULL NAME: Krista Marie Thorn
NICK NAMES: Kris. K.T.
PREFERRED NAME: Krista
AGE: 21
GENDER: Female
OCCUPATION: Waitress
HOME REGION: Northwest
PREFERRED WEAPONS: Anything she can get her hands on. From a pistol to a hand-made weapon. They're all the same to her.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Krista is a tiny girl. She was kept this way when she got into the modeling business. Always weighing anywhere from 90 - 100 pounds, and standing only 5'1". She is naturally pale with light blonde hair, but bright blue eyes. Her hair is typically wavy or curled, but sometimes she does take the time out to straighten it. She's never been one to put on make-up, and when she did, it was never much at all.

Her style was very chic at times, but the majority of the time, she preferred nothing to her skinnies, tees, and vans. This was because of her southern roots. Despite being born and raised in the most southern part of Texas, she retained herself from developing the accent and full-on lifestyle.

She has one tattoo on her shoulder. It is her son's name, Regan. Written in an elegant cursive, it has the date he was born, and the date he was pronounced dead. His name is flanked by wings that are colored in black with light patches, and a short statement that reads, "I never got to hold you, but I have always loved you." Other than that, nothing else marks her skin. Not even piercings.

PERSONALITY: Krista is a pessimist. She always notices the bad things in life, and never the good. She has never been on to smile without reason, and that reason hardly ever comes for her. No one has ever made her genuinely smile for years, and sometimes she thinks she's forgotten how to.

She is also very paranoid. She has never been one to sleep at night, for fear that someone would be watching her, or spiders would crawl all over her face. She can't even stand to be in vehicles, and prefers walking everywhere to riding in any form of transportation, besides boats, since she's always been a water person. She is quick to assume the worst of people and is generally the one throwing accusations.

She has no trust for anyone, since she believes that everyone is against her entirely. She hates to think that someone can care about her, since she's so messed up, and afraid to care for someone else. She has loved once, and that was when she was seventeen. Since then, she never touched another man, nor did she develop any feelings for him.

Krista is shy, and always guarded around strangers. She doesn't like to be in a large group, and feels that even three people is too many to be around. She's edgy and has a lot of anger issues because of her past. This also makes her fearless and very uptight about everything. She's not the "playful" girl she once was. Everything is taken seriously, by her and the second party, or all hell breaks loose.

She gets what she wants, when she pleases, and says exactly what's on her mind. She can feel glad for you one moment, then hate your guts the next, and never feel guilt about it. Then again, she never feels guilty about anything. She no longer bases her life off emotions like 98% of the population. Instead, her life is based off actions, and facts.

LIKES

• Water
  
• Witchcraft
  
• Destruction
  
• Very particular people
  
• Pasta
  

DISLIKES

• Vehicles
  
• Large crowds
  
• Spiders and snakes
  
• Nightfall
  
• Rejection
  

HISTORY BEFORE: Growing up had been fairly easy until high school. Born to parents that were always working, Krista was a loner from the start, and even developed a social anxiety disorder, which caused her to be the 'outcast' in school. She never talked to anyone, and no one ever talked to her. Not until her first best friend, who was a major druggie and alcoholic. Striving to fit in, Krista became part of the drug and alcohol deals that her friend carried out. Starting the drugs seemed like Heaven, until all Hell broke loose.

After her first boyfriend, a guy by the name of Ryan Dugan, everything went down hill. Her modeling career came to an end, and she got a job as a waitress to provide herself with the necessary money for drugs. Once she became pregnant with Ryan's child, the drugs halted, and she began to take better care of herself. However, at only seventeen, and going into premature labor, she was sure her baby wouldn't make it. She never even got to hold him, and three days later, he died from a tumor that had been growing inside his brain since the time he was first conceived. Being a newborn, and not even being carried a full term, doctors knew there was no hope in saving him.

After the death of her child, the drugs began again. This time, in a much more worse pattern. She never went anywhere without being stoned or fucked up on pills and dope. However, this only happened for about three months when her parents realized how quickly she'd gotten her model body back, and sent her to jail. Because she felt like no one understood her, she would constantly try to kill herself. She was placed in a rehab facility before being shipped off to a mental hospital. Her parents never came to visit, nor did her friend, or her ex boyfriend. The one time he did visit, it was just to tell her that he was leaving her.

She went even crazier after that, and had even found a way to smuggle drugs into the mental hospital. It took a full year for the faculty to find out, and when they did, they put her on immediate lock down. Without access to her dealer or the drugs she'd had stashed, which had been taken upon point of discovery, she went even crazier. She developed many mental illnesses such as bipolar, multiple personalities, paranoid skitzofrenia, and was declared crazy by the state of Texas.

After another two years in the facility with heavy medications, she was finally counting down her last year, excited to be out of this place and in the real world. However, this was soon ended when a nurse refused to give her her medications. She broke one of the ceiling lightbulbs, and chased the nurse down the hall with it, stabbing her several times in the back and neck. Surprisingly, the nurse survived, but Krista was placed in a padded room with a straight jacket, and was not allowed to have contact with anyone. Often times, she'd sing creepy tunes to herself, or rock back and fourth to pass time.

The day she got out was a taste of something bittersweet. While she was finally free of the white walls and horrid treatment, a new world danger had surfaced. Evenstill, she welcomed it with a smile. She was mentally ill, but there was no one to contain her anymore. Not since the utter destruction of the world had killed them all.

DURING APOCALYPSE: She remembered sitting there, rocking back and fourth, back and fourth.. They'd finally returned her to her old cell, confident that she wouldn't do anything to hurt anyone else. They thought she'd learned her lesson, and they were right, for the most part. However, she didn't feel the need to cause troubler anymore. Something shook her bones, telling her that she would be out of this place soon. But, not by the hand of something good. Something with hands more evil and grotesque. Little did she know, she'd have to struggle along with the others who were trapped in their cells.

She'd been asleep on her cot when it all happened. The lights flickered on, and she'd looked outside to see if it was daylight. Considering the time of year, the sun was up by 6 A.M. However, it was still pitch black outside. About midnight. She walked to her door, peeking out the thin window that claimed it's spot above the locked, metal door handle. The light in her room flickered rapidly, something she was use to, but when they shut off, she became agitated and began to bang on the door, screaming so loud she thought it would burst her ear drums, since the room echoed shrilly. Her hands were bloodied when a bell rang and all the cells doors flew open. There was a man's scream at the end of the hallway, and Krista stepped very carefully from her cell, as did the others. As soon as her feet crossed the threshold of the pod door, she was it. A man devouring another man. Both of them, officers of the mental facility. She smirked at the sight, as she heard the others puke.

She knew this was it. That it was finally the end. It was something she'd hoped for as a young child, since she'd always had a twisted obsession with thrillers and horror movies as a child. The blood and gore always made her smile and laugh, and it was because truthfully, her mind had been messed up right from the start. She knew her way around the bulding well, and not having any affection for anyone inside, she went through the bulding on her own, finding her clothes and even a handgun on the floor. She then went to one of the facility restrooms and applied a bit of make-up to hide how uneven her skintone had become without the proper care. Of course, none of the things she'd taken were really hers, but others things that had been left in the open. Things she could get her hands on quickly. When she left the restroom, gun cocked and in hand, she wasn't surprised to spot a zombie right outside the door. With a twisted smirk, she pointed the gun and fired, shooting it right between the eyes.

A panic began to arise amongst the other patients, but Krista wasn't about to stick around to help. Instead, she exited the building and through the front gates. The desolance of the world made her feel happiness. Less people to deal with. More chaos to have fun with.

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:

Her adrenaline pumped as her legs carried her quickly. Her hair whipped her face and she gasped audibly. She'd run so far, and the horde was still after her. She glanced back, only to see that she wasn't running as fast as she had been earlier. That or the zombies were running faster than she was, which she doubted. Suddenly, she stumbled, but caught herself on her hands and was running again in no time. She knew her body was about to give up on her. Too much strain had been put on her legs from running for so long.

While the trailer park didn't seem promising, it was the only place she had now. An open door promised safety, and she ran inside, her pistol in her hand. She only had one bullet left, and it couldn't be wasted. Not now. She slammed the door shut and locked it. Almost immediately, there was pounding on the door and sides of the shaky home. The sounds brought back the memories of her first encounter, and she began to sob. Then, the window above the door was busted open, and the groans of the undead were more audible. She crouched in front of the door and screamed as their arms reached through the shattered opening. Her hands were over her ears to try to muffle the sound, though it didn't work. She cried loudly now, and began to beg for a miracle.

She screamed again as another window was shattered and glass poured over her like rain. "HELP ME!" She screamed, hoping someone would hear her, or at least see all the zombies gathered outside and know there was someone alive inside. What was she suppose to do now? She'd trapped herself because her body couldn't take anymore. It didn't even occur to her that there could be infected people inside the trailer, but nothing had come, despite her cries for help, so luck was on her side. For once, anyway.

Her sobs became more violent and the sound of the infected grew louder. She knew that more had become aware of the commotion. There were more surrouding the trailer, and the banging made the trailer rock slightly, and fear continued to stab her. She began to whisper to herself desperately. "Please help me. Somebody. Please help." Now, she couldn't stop crying, and her eyes began to ache, as did her stomach and chest. She could even feel nausea set in as she realized that there was no where to run. She knew they'd get in eventually, and she'd have no where to go. No where at all. She was trapped, and there was nothing she could do about it. All she could hope for was a miracle...

PLANS: I'm really not sure. o.o

ANYTHING ELSE?: Nada.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

GO BY: Ivrick
ROLEPLAY LEVEL: Intermediate - Advanced
HOW DID YOU FIND US?: Proboards Support
PASSWORD: *****
TIME ZONE: Central

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