Mona Scarlet Hale

[Mona Scarlet Hale]

Mona, Hale
PLAYED BY :Mila Kunis

THE CHARACTER

FULL NAME: Mona Scarlet Hale
NICK NAMES: Mo
PREFERRED NAME: Mona
AGE: 24
GENDER: Female
OCCUPATION: Freelance Sniper/Theif
HOME REGION: Southwest

PREFERRED WEAPONS:
Long Range Weapons Proficiency – Guns, arrows, throwing knives, if she can throw it or shoot it then she is deadly. She has been raised around guns her entire life, and is extremely comfortable and accurate with them, particularly sniper rifles. She always has a small throwing knife or a concealed hand gun on her person. However, Mona is very weak, even though she has had training she was never quite able to put on a bulk of muscle required. She is not strong enough to fight any one off, although she is not afraid to throw a last ditch effort punch. She cannot fight, and has little chance of winning if her back was up against a wall.

Theif - She has the skills and tools to break into anything. She can pickpocket, lock pick, and almost anything she needs to do in order to obtain to her target.



PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Mona likes to feel tough, she prefers leather and black. Although she will wear bright colors to mix it up a bit. She also has a weakness for ‘cute’ shirts. She likes comfortable jeans, and boots. As far as makeup it is dark mascara and little else. She is fond of novelty tee shirts, and band shirts. She doesn’t wear much jewelry, because she feels it gets in her way. She always has a weapon of some sort on her person.


PERSONALITY:

Mona is a serious girl, that likes to have a little fun every now and then. She never knows when the day might be her last so she tries to make the most of every one. She has no fear of death or pain, and races into danger without much of a second thought. She is fearless, and this will likely be her ultimate downfall. She has no disillusions of invincibility, just a lack of fear. Her father’s death changed her, and made her see that life is pretty pointless and that everyone is going to die for nothing. She figures she would rather go down trying to kill something, instead of waiting for something inconsequential. Underneath it all she never got over the loss, and wants someone to love her, and hold her and tell her that everything will be all right. She is all alone in the world, and is struggling to find her feet. Mona is a jack of all trades, and she knows just enough about everything to get her by. She is savvy on how the world works, and is not fooled by anything. She can see though all the bull, and dissect what is true and important. She is a logical thinker, and rarely lets her emotions get in the way. She is a survivor, and knows what it takes to make it out in the big city all alone. She is very good at reading people, and she always follows her gut instincts. There are very few things that Mona is afraid of. Least of all is death. She thinks nothing of going down dark alleys, or into dark corners where she is sure that something evil is lurking. She is very confident in her abilities. Some might even say that she is suicidal. It is possible that she is waiting for death, a good death. One that will take her out of the world that she now views as hell. However, she will not go down without a fight even if it is the release that she wants. Sometimes she has the tendency of over estimating herself. Her lack of fear and over confidence sometimes tends to put her in a line of danger that could have been avoided. Tough and to the point, Mona is your general 'kick guys in the balls' tough bitch. She's blunt and volatile and will tell you how it is whether you like it or not. She's also a little crazy and doesn't mind being as such. She never feared much in her life. It shows through her personality especially when she was younger and did not have much guilt and could care less about consequences. However, the guilt was slowly building up and it was definitely there. She prides herself in putting on a front to be the 'badass' and despite always being a rebel against society. She is able to seduce or con her victims with her grace. She is one of the most intelligent and calculating women in her line of work. She is usually two steps ahead of everyone else, and she always has at least two backup plans in place. Men in particular can be counted on to be witless idiots and fall for her charms, and even though she does not rely on it, it is a useful tool to have. She is addicted to the thrill, and needs to possess shiny things, or things of value. She refuses to live beneath herself, and is constantly striving to get more and more things. She is constantly looking for a bigger high, and she can never get enough

LIKES

• Cars
  
• Guns
  
• 80's Rock
  
• Fighting
  
• Reality T.V
  
• Odd colored nail polish
  
• Expensive Things
  
• A great view
  

DISLIKES

• Dresses
  
• Hospitals
  
• Public Transportation
  
• The news
  
• The fact that the world has gone to hell
  
• Bad hair days
  
• Knockoffs
  

HISTORY BEFORE:

Mona is a small town girl, with a not so small town upbringing. Her mother was a CIA agent, who crossed paths with a cop. They were both tracking a lead on a criminal, when the cop he saved her life. It was love at first near death experience. Mona was literally born, bred, and raised to go up against criminals. She has no siblings, or other family that she is aware of. She has a close bond with her father, who practically did most of the raising her. He taught her how to shoot a gun, and properly throw a knife. Her most fond childhood memories include shooting guns with her father down at their lake. Her mother spent most of her time traveling, tracking lead after lead, which took her only god knows where. This forced her father to retire from the force early to raise their child. Not that he minded, he enjoyed the simple pace, and the quiet that it brought. After spending almost two decades training young cops he had developed a sharp skill for teaching young men and women how to defend themselves against the bad guys. These were skills that he passed down to Mona. She lacked the physical strength to carry out most of the hand to hand combat task, but she more than made up for it with spunk. She showed no fear, and only determination, which was something her father could work with. She graduated in the middle of her class, and never looked back at her high school again. Now that Mona was of age, and could go off for months at a time her mother wanted her to tag along on her trips, and give her experience to follow in her own footsteps instead of going to college. Her father would not hear of it. That summer is when they filed for divorce. Mona was not surprised. Her parents had started off in a strong romance that had shaken the earth to its very core, but the last couple of years the flame had flickered out. Mona spent most of her time out behind the house on the dock, looking out over the vast lake, and trying to tune out the noise. The arguing lasted for days.. Her mother’s heart belonged with her job, and her father could not stand to be second best.

Mona’s father moved to L.A, once he received a job offer from a privately funded business. He was in charge of the security team due to his background. It was why the company had sought him out in the first place. He hired Rocky on as his assistant. Together they began taking odd jobs for the company, expanding past just basic security. Mona learned she had talents for not only using sniper rifles, but for also retrieving objects. They moved on to freelance and worked as a team. Then one day Mona’s father got a call that his old cop buddies needed some backup for a little while. He left Mona alone in L.A. She got the call a few weeks later that his had been destroyed, and her father was amongst the causalities. It was only then that she realized with all of his training, and extensive knowledge that her father was not just an ordinary cop. All the jobs that they had gotten, he had been able to do them so easily and efficiently. Also without the emotional toll. When one of the men from her father’s team that had miraculously survived came to pay his respects he told Mona the truth. Her father was black opts, and he was a very dangerous man. He was a skilled sniper that the government had used on many occasions until he retired to raise his daughter. He was doing one last job, one last time, for his friends. That was when the bomb exploded.

She realized how fragile life was, and after hundreds of attempts, she was unable to find her mother. She began to take on more and more jobs from the firm, eventually she made a name for herself, and other companies and private collectors began reaching out for her services. She moved to Louisiana, and set herself up with a nice home, and a lovely view. There she met Samantha, and the two of them moved in together. Mona fell in love with Samantha and she had not had feelings for anyone since high school which made it all the more special. Mona was always aware that she liked men and women, but Samantha was her first actual girlfriend. Mona was far from innocent, she had her own share of one night stands but Samantha was special. Mona continued taking jobs, bigger risks meant bigger payouts. A few safes cracked, a few documents obtained, a few ex wifes of rich CEO’S murdered and she was living the good life. She lied to Samantha about her past, and her job and it caused a lot of problems, and a lot of unanswered questions. One night, after her cover was blown a man was sent to kill her. Instead he killed Samantha, and Mona fled back to L.A, where she still had friends and men that knew her father.

Mona was devastated and blamed herself for the death of her father and her girlfriend. It made her hate herself. When she began taking jobs again, she made sure to take the ones with the highest risk factors. She began punishing herself, but she refused to acknowledge that she had a death wish. Moan became hollow and cold, and the few friends she did have started to call her a recluse. She had lost everyone she had ever cared about, and her mother was lost and quite possibly dead. She felt all alone in the world. Maybe if she had of been a better daughter her mother would not have left, and her father would have stayed in Lousiana and they would have all just stayed at home at their cabin by the lake. Then no one would have died, or left. She was full of regret. Then during an unforeseen turn of events the world changed, and Mona found herself in her element.

DURING APOCALYPSE:

Mona was in no mood to be fucked with on that particular night, or any other night for that fact. She pulled her hair to the side and put it up in a side ponytail, and settled herself. If anyone else wanted to tested who had the biggest balls in the bar she was prepared to be the judge, and no one ever impressed her. She made a thin line with her lips and turned around to go work the bar and see what the low lives knew. Before she could even settle on which table she wanted to join she was interrupted. He looked kinda shady himself, and he fit right in. He was not anything special, but he was at least a lot better looking than the other guys in the bar. The only women in the bar were the ones that were obviously being paid to be there. She was the classiest woman in the joint, and the only real woman that had probably ever even entered the bar. She knew the game, and she was the only thing in the room to hit on. She had played it so many nights. They kept lining up, and she kept knocking them down. At least this guy offered to buy her a drink before grabbing her female bits. She shrugged “Why the hell not.”

“Just keep your hands to yourself unless you want a nice new scar on your pretty face.” She warned sweetly before setting down at the bar to let him order her a drink. It took a lot to get her drunk, she had painstakingly built up a tolerance for it. She occasionally used it to play the role of drunken girl when it benefited her, by getting information out of people. It also meant she was safe from being raped, or other terrible things. Mona took calculated risks, she was not a fool. This guy looked to be semi dangerous, and he was in a whole different league then the other men. He had his wits about him, and men like that were the ones Rocky was interested in talking to. “Are you from around here?” It was a classic line, and one that had been used and over used a dozen times, but it was effective. Mona began absently mindedly folding the corners of a napkin that was setting in front of her. It really was a nice bar, by her standards, and she had been in some bad dive bars. “I’ll have what he is having.” She said, not taking her eyes off the napkin. It was a flaw of hers. She could not set still, and she had to always be doing something with her hands. sat batting her eyelashes at him. She was not a fool, too many of her clients had bet against these boys and she was not going to be in their path of victims. Better to make friends, and get in bed with the enemy. It made it easier to cut their throat in their sleep.

“I come and go.” She said cryptically after he began asking questions about her and her altercation with the jerk. “That lumberjack, considering I didn’t hit his head to hard with the table will no better next time.” She added a friendly smile. She drowned her own glass, and kept her smile. It had taken weeks, and a few blackouts but she had learned to swallow without making a face. It was a useful tool when it came to impressing men, as if her cleavage was not enough. She did what she had to do in order to gain trust, so she could acquire what she needed. When the guy paying for her drinks asked her if she wanted in on a game of poker Mona turned her head to take in the scene in the corner. “The big guy on the left, he is wearing long sleeves. It is almost 90 degrees in here. Chances are he has his kings in the left, and aces in the right. The thin guy to his left keeps touching his hat, so he has a few cards taped inside of it. And mu lumberjack friend, well he keeps looking down at his crotch. He isn’t a teenage girl with a cell phone, so I’m guessing he has another stack of cards. You are going to lose.” She then plucked out three decks of cards from her purse. “What color is the deck? The aces are all on the top, but take what you need. I have hundreds of these at home.” Mona said. “In these bars it isn’t about who has the best hand, it is about who cheats the best.” She added with a smirk. “Names Mona.”

Mona watched the poker game in the corner carefully, it was one of the things her father had taught her. He taught her how to be a man, and how to survive in the world. She could never stop thanking him for everything he had done for her. She downed another shot, and refused to grimace. She was here only to gain trust, and get information about a man named George. If that meant emptying the wallets of a few drunk guys, then so be it. Mona had to make her own fun. Between flirting with the cute guy who was obviously trying to get her drunk, and learning the ‘tales’ of the poker players Mona was having herself a decent night. At least she thought she was.

Bar fights were common, and Mona barely raised her eyebrow when the sound of two men getting rowdy echoed throughout the bar. Then the sounds of “that crazy fucker bit me” caught her curiosity. Next they would be pulling hair, how very immature. But then when she turned to look, she realized the seriousness of the situation. Many people were screaming now, as one creepy thin guy was literally chewing on the other guy’s arm. Mona was not one to stick around and ask questions, and she drowned her last shot before getting up to leave. She did not want to be there when the cops showed up. When she opened the door there was a bus outside. It had wrecked into a pole across the street. The thick walls of the bar had prevented her from hearing anything, but now with the door open she could hear the screams, and feel the terror. People were running aimlessly. Some were dead, some were gnawing on others. Something had went terribly wrong in the past hour.

Mona slammed the door, and propped a chair against it. She was not going to risk anymore of them getting in. She had no idea what was going on, only that shit had gotten severely out of control. The man who was previously just a snack, was now dead and surrounded by his own blood. Some of the men were trying to fight the creepy cannibal down, but hitting it in the chest with a chair was doing nothing. They were used to getting into brawls, not actually killing. Delicate, useless fools. Mona was not a stranger to death, she made it with her hands on a weekly basis. She was also not going to end up as a bloody corpse tonight. Reaching for one of her two daggers she held it, and focused. “Would everyone please politely move away.” She yelled softly. They did, all of them giving her strange looks. She threw the dagger with deadly precision and nailed it into the back of his skull. He fell to the ground instantly. She took a seat, realizing that they were going to have to sit tight for a while. She waited for someone else to come up with a logical plan on what to do and how to get them out of the mess. Until that time she was going to keep drinking.

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE: --A look at her life before the Zombies

Before Mona left for the evening, she did what every girl did. Wash her hair, try on eight different tops, and change shoes – twice. She checked her purse. Eyeliner, gun, hairbrush, lock pick set, wallet, knife, everything was there and she was good to go. She was in-between jobs, her last one had taken her to Africa to retrieve a dagger blessed by priests. She was more than happy to fence it and get rid of the disturbing thing. It was a cursed object, and she did her best to stay away from those sorts of things. Well, except when they brought money in. She believed in curses, Mona believed in a lot of things.. She and her father had briefly worked as specialized assassins , now she only freelanced. Bounty hunter, thief, assassin, whatever the clients needed really. She never asked questions, and never interfered beyond what was necessary. Needless to say she was in demand by several private companies, and she was wealthy, very wealthy. She had a take no shit attitude, and a never say die drive that always led her to complete any job that was thrown at her.Mona was taking a break from it all, and staying at her home in Louisiana. A cozy little place in the middle of nowhere. Away from the rest of the world, and it offered her the quiet she craved. Sometimes she got bored in that small house, and it was nice to get out and see the city. Bars in particular, she had to keep her ear to the underground if she wanted to stay on top of her game. She needed to know what was happening before her clients did if she was to stay one step ahead of the game. It also meant a bigger payday if she could anticipate their needs.

She settled herself into a shady bar, and took a seat. She ordered a whisky and downed the shot instantly after the men beside her scoffed. She was not a little girl, and she was confidant she could take any man in the bar. Even if she was wearing pink, and sunglasses in the middle of the night in a dive bar. She motioned for the bartender to give her another. She knew how to earn the respect of the low lives, and she had put a lot of effort into building up a tolerance for the nasty stuff. Still she drank it no matter how much she hated it. She could also play poker and bluff as well as the rest of ‘em, and she could shoot a few decent games of pool. Thanks to her father. She got up to go and scope out the card game taking place in the corner. Then she felt an unwelcomed touch on her ass. She sighed, and switched into her zone. She reached down grabbed the man’s arm, twisted it backwards and forced him down on one of the tables. He cut his face of a bottle, but she held him down as he struggled. She leaned down all her weight on the arm she had twisted behind his back. “I’m fully aware how nice it is, but ask yourself, is it worth loosing an arm over?” Mona asked, and then waited as the man whimpered. He was drunk, so she took an ounce of pity on him and let him go. She looked him in the eyes when she released him and he stood before her. She tilted her head and he flinched. She knew better then to smile after he ran out the door, she could not show any sign of weakness. However, she was fully smiling on the inside.


Mona was in no mood to be fucked with on that particular night, or any other night for that fact. She pulled her hair to the side and put it up in a side ponytail, and settled herself. If anyone else wanted to tested who had the biggest balls in the bar she was prepared to be the judge, and no one ever impressed her. She made a thin line with her lips and turned around to go work the bar and see what the low lives knew. Before she could even settle on which table she wanted to join she was interrupted. He looked kinda shady himself, and he fit right in. He was not anything special, but he was at least a lot better looking than the other guys in the bar. The only women in the bar were the ones that were obviously being paid to be there. She was the classiest woman in the joint, and the only real woman that had probably ever even entered the bar. She knew the game, and she was the only thing in the room to hit on. She had played it so many nights. They kept lining up, and she kept knocking them down. At least this guy offered to buy her a drink before grabbing her female bits. She shrugged “Why the hell not. Just keep your hands to yourself unless you want a nice new scar on your pretty face.” She warned sweetly before setting down at the bar to let him order her a drink. It took a lot to get her drunk, she had painstakingly built up a tolerance for it. She occasionally used it to play the role of drunken girl when it benefited her, by getting information out of people. It also meant she was safe from being raped, or other terrible things. Mona took calculated risks, she was not a fool. This guy looked to be semi dangerous, and he was in a whole different league then the other men. He had his wits about him, and men like that were the ones Mona was interested in talking to.

PLANS: I’m thinking that she will be useful, very useful. I don’t want her to ever be in a leader role, but for her to always be just to the side telling the leader that his/her discussions are stupid. She is mainly going to be an antagonist who everyone tolerates because they know she can keep them safe. Also I want her to find love, or at least some sort of relationship.

ANYTHING ELSE?: Mona is very superstitious

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