Arlington, Skye Elliot :WIP:

[Skye Arlington]

SKYE ARLINGTON
PLAYED BY :EMMA STONE

THE CHARACTER

FULL NAME: Skye Elliot Arlington
NICK NAMES: Skye, Jack-Ass, Bitch.
PREFERRED NAME: Skye
AGE: Twenty-Three (23)
GENDER: Female
OCCUPATION: She taught people how to use guns and archery. Pretty useful, if you ask her.
HOME REGION:Southeast, Georgia to be specific.
PREFERRED WEAPONS: Bow and Arrow—They suit her. She’s been using them since she was little. They’re especially good if you don’t want to get caught. They’re silent killers.
9mm.—She’s taught with these, and took a quick liking to them. They’re good in a pinch.
M16--She really prefers this over the 9mm. Machine guns are just fun, in her opinion. Good for taking out hoards of walkers, too!

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Skye Arlington stands tall at 5'9, her back held straight and her gait regal. She doesn't like slouching. That's bad manners and even worse posture. She has baby blue eyes with gold flecks around the edges. Skye has 3 tattoos, each meaning something, although she doesn't share the meanings with anyone. Only her sister knew. Her most noticable, and probably her favorite, is a leopard print that goes all along her shoulder and up her neck. (here). She's also got a hip tattoo that she doesn't like sharing with anyone. here She's also got a simple tattoo that she got the first time her father beat her and raped her. It simply says, "Your bones weren't formed by accident" And runs along her ribcage. here Skye has loads of scars, all along her body. They're mostly from her father and boyfriend, but she had been in a huge car accident that runs along her forearm to her elbow.

PERSONALITY: ideas to include aside from the usual... type of humor, personality flaws, mental health state, weaknesses, strengths, quirks, hopes and dreams, secrets...a paragraph at least.

LIKES

• Shooting Stuff—It’s pretty self-explanatory, considering she taught people how to shoot guns.
  
• Other People—Really, who wouldn’t like a bit of company during the zombie apocalypse? Being around other people helps her be a little bit more sane.
  
• Her sister—One of the only people she trusts and will do anything for. She misses her like hell. (See History)
  
• Secluded Areas—Preferably one without zombies roaming around, thank you very much.
  
• Her Tattoos—They’re really meaningful to her. They helps her get through the hard times. (See Physical Features)
  

DISLIKES

• Her good for nothing, asshole father.
  
• Zombies—She loves to shoot them, but deep down is afraid of them, though she doesn’t show it.
  
• Girly things—She’s always been a bit of a badass (see history) and girly things just never sat well with her.
  
• Little Cars—She just doesn’t like them. She prefers her motorcycle any day.
  
• Being Alone—After her sister “died” (see history), Skye has felt nothing but alone. She hates it.
  

HISTORY BEFORE: Skye Elliot Arlington was born on August 21st, in a little town in Georgia, where everyone knew everyone. Her parents were Jackie and Robert Arlington. Jackie and Robert were both doctors, Jackie was a neurologist and Robert was a surgeon. Skye had a simple, quaint life with her mom and dad, until her mom got pregnant again. Jackie died during childbirth, and for the first few days of the baby, Rosie’s, life, Skye blamed her for their mother’s death. Skye wanted nothing to do with the baby, until her father didn’t either. At nights, even during the day, Robert left Rosie to fend for herself in what could be potentially dangerous places. Skye grew up fast, taking care of her little sister like a mother. Skye was only 14 at the time, but when she did grow up, her father noticed. He took a “liking” to her body, not even caring that Skye was her daughter. He kept it all a secret though, until one night when Skye was 15, her father came home shitfaced drunk. Luckily, Rosie was staying at their aunts for the weekend. It was lucky for Rosie, but not for Skye. Her father quickly began coming onto her, before finally dragging her into the basement that had a spare mattress, threw her on it, and quickly took advantage of her. Other nights he’d come home and want to beat her, others rape her. Skye always made sure Rosie was safe, taken care of in a secret room that Skye had made in her room. Nobody knew about it but Rosie and Skye.

After Robert had raped and beaten on Skye, she knew she had to toughen up. She called the cops, he got arrested and sent to a prison. Skye and Rosie packed up and left to live with their aunt. After moving, she decided she wanted to hang with a different crowd. She got multiple underage tattoos at 17, wore more eyeliner, and dressed in a leather jacket and biker/punk clothing every day. She definitely hung out with the wrong crowd, but she could care less. A few weeks after transferring to her new school, she got a new boyfriend. He was perfect to her for the first couple of weeks, and he was in the group Skye hung out with. Skye thought everything could be going right for the first time in years, but she was so wrong. Johnny, her boyfriend, started beating on her after they got in a horrible, and stupid, fight. Skye had wanted to go see her sister, Rosie, but he didn’t want her to. He thought Skye was cheating on him. Skye put up a fight, but that only made the beatings harsher and more frequent. Skye put up with him for two (2) years, but finally realized he didn’t love her when she caught him cheating on her with her best friends. Yes, friends. Two of them. Disgusting, right? It was to Skye. Skye barged right in on them screwing and packed her bags, then left. She couldn’t think of anywhere else to go, so she moved back in with her aunt and Rosie, who didn’t mind it at all.

Skye Arlington applied for a job at a local shooting range, to teach people how to use weapons. She did it not only to teach, but to get better. Skye had always been good with guns, but after a few years of not going shooting, she really needed to brush up on her skills. The owner of the shooting range had just constructed an archery range in the same building. Taking advantage of the chance to be able to learn how to use a bow and arrow, the owner gave her the job after giving her a few lessons on how to do shoot it herself. Discovering that Skye was a natural with practically any weapon he could find, the owner of the shop started letting her teach whatever and whenever she wanted to. One of the best Christmas presents Skye had ever gotten was an expensive, very nice bow with a few hundred arrows, and a 9mm. pistol. She adored them and always kept them safe, cleaned, and on hand.

After the infection spread around the world, Skye knew she had to protect Rosie with her life. An hour after she had seen one of the first zombies in Georgia, their aunt got the fever. Rosie had no idea what was going on, but Skye did. She grabbed everything she could think of that would be good for a zombie apocalypse, including non-perishable foods, good clothes, and any weapons and ammo she could find in the house. Just before they left, Rosie dragged her to her aunt’s sitting room that had bookshelves from floor to ceiling. Knowing that it would be good to keep up with Rosie’s education, Skye and Rosie grabbed all the good books, and all of their favorites, shoving them in a duffle. Skye and Rosie took off, but not before Skye loaded her Kawasaki bike in the back of the truck, throwing her helmet and leather jacket in the back of the truck. Knowing the roads would be jammed in traffic, Skye took the backroads, all the way to the shooting/archery range. Upon arrival, she noticed it had been untouched. Skye and Rosie took off into the store section part of the range, and the owner was flipping the “Closed” sign frantically. The owner saw Skye and quickly opened the door. He had taken them in, and locked the door behind them. They talked quickly, and they decided they would both go their separate ways. They divided up the guns and ammo, and the owner gave practically whatever Skye needed to her. When they had finished with that, they went their separate ways. Skye stored all the weapons in a ginormous duffle bag in a locked cabinet in the bed of her truck.

1 week later, the inevitable happened. Rosie got bit. It was quite possibly the most terrifying, worrying moment of Skye’s 23 years of life. Skye and Rosie had gone to a Wal-Mart, hoping to scavenge for some food when it happened. They had gone into one of the back storage rooms that Skye had just cleared. She knew there were no walkers in there, so she let Rosie go off to find some other things they needed. Upon hearing Rosie’s scream, Skye took off, running not only for Rosie’s life, but for hers. If she lost Rosie she would lose a part of herself. Finally, she got to where Rosie was nursing a bite mark on her shoulder. Taking the hunting knife Skye had on her belt, Skye rammed the knife into the walker’s brain. Skye rushed over to where her sister was, hoping to see something other than what she expected. But it had taken a turn from remotely alright to extremely terrible in a matter of milliseconds within seeing the zombie bite. Rosie was dying, and they had made a pact. If one of them got bit, the other had to shoot the bitten one. Skye took a few moments with Rosie to tell her she loves her and will never forget her, before loading her 9mm. and shooting the only one she’d ever loved, ever trusted. Skye buried her and left after scavenging everything she could. Skye is out there right now, trying to fend for herself in this godforsaken world.




DURING APOCALYPSE: here get creative, make the outbreak your own, describe what your character was doing when everything happened, how they reacted, where they went, who they lost, three paragraphs minimal.

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:

Georgia wasn’t exactly the best place for her to be. But where she was, it was pretty dead. Not that "dead" meant "walker-filled" in this case. It was more empty than anything. As she pulled her black F-150 up beside the old, long abandoned Grocery Warehouse, Xandra Taylor picked up her police issue handgun and checked the clip. Full. Good. Pushing it back into place, she flicked the safety off and grabbed her hunting knives, sliding one in each boot before she pushed the truck's driver side door open and hopped out.

Looking around, she kept her gun on hand and scoped for walkers before she slowly made her way to the door of the grocery warehouse. She'd been so careful so far, it would suck to screw up now. Readying her gun, she kept it aimed low and reached for the door handle, quietly pushing it open and looking around. Nothing.. good. Then, maybe she could get in and out without any trouble.

Since the walkers had shown up, she'd lost everything she had left after her parents had died. She'd been separated from her brother and sister... And the idea that the may be dead or worse was something she could hardly handle. She'd heard they'd come to Georgia, but who even know how accurate that account was, or if they'd ever even come to the state. What would have helped is if she'd at least tried to join a survivor group... But she was too stubborn and too much of a loner to do that. People were just too hard to deal with unless they were her family, and she didn’t want to have to take care of a bunch of people who could barely take care of themselves. A bunch of amateurs trying to survive and prolonging what would actually happen to them. At least, that’s how she saw it.

Yep, definitely not a people person... Sliding the fabric bag she had with her up off her shoulder and setting it down on the floor of the shop, she crouched down and started gathering anything she'd need. Antibiotics... bandages... tampons. Well, at least Adam wasn’t here to complain about her feminine hygiene needs, but whatever. Standing up, she snagged a few bags of dried fruit and nuts. She'd need food at some point, and since she was running low, she might as well stock up. Sighing, she glanced around, trying to think about what else she might need. What she really wanted was a hot shower and a good, long foot massage, but that was a little too much to ask now...

PLANS: I'm not exactly sure yet. Everything is really up for grabs, but I really want her to find a group and go with them, and I especially want her to find a partner who she falls in love with or something. Everythings in the clouds though. But I do want her to fall in love.

ANYTHING ELSE?:

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

GO BY: Kayla
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