DAtL: Phlox

Basic Info

Name:

Phlox

Nickname(s):

None yet

Age:

???

Nationality:

Russian

Birthday:

June 7th

Sex:

Female

Species:

Zombie: Virus infected

Height:

5’6’’

Weight:

???

Years Deceased:

27 Years

District Leader of: C O R C R A

How to feed your Phlox

Personality:

Phlox would rather keep to herself in most cases and has the people skills of a potato with a bad attitude. Try to stay on her good side though otherwise you may not live for much longer. She has quite the mouth on her and will tell it like it is most of the time so speaking to her is not for the faint of heart. If you do happen to get on her good side, she may be ‘kind’ enough to show a lighter side but good luck with that. So far only one was able to get there and he’s MIA.

Sexual Preference:

straight

Interests:

Phlox loves to eat and create any sort of problem, destroy things, or just flat out cause chaos. You know shes in a good mood when she’s terrorizing a mall. Other times she can be found just chilling under a tree quietly, thinking to herself.

Phlox's Abilites:

Strength: Phlox, even for a little thing, has some pretty impressive strength. She can lift anything from small motorcycles to large trucks. Just don’t piss her off at a car dealership. You’ll be in for a world of pain.
Strong fighting skills: She’s Russain. Those guys fight bears for sport. Or food. She’s got some pretty good fighting strategies deep in her mind somewhere.

Background:

Phlox was born and raised in Ukraine. Pripyat, Ukraine. It was pretty nice there with her mother and younger brother. Her father left them years before with no care in the world whether they’d survive life or not. She had friends, a nice family, did well in school and all but something just felt wrong. She felt as though something might happen but you know, always pushed that feeling aside.

April 26th, 1986. The day that feeling came to an end.
There was a disaster. Something to do with a nuclear meltdown or something. She can’t quite remember. Her memory is a bit fuzzy about all this. All she really remembers is the darkened sky, her mother panicking, a small boy. Her brother? Then she blacks out.
She comes to again but this time the small boy is dead and bleeding everywhere and her mother was screaming and crying and hugged her one last time. Im so hungry... Blood again. What..? Mother….? Oh my did… Did she find food….? This is kinda delicious….M…..more…..I need…. more…..

Phlox’s Misc. Stuff:

+ If you tell Phlox to do something, she’ll probably do the exact opposite. “Don’t touch that vase please.” “*throws it on the floor*. . . |3 “

+ She’ll eat even if she isn’t hungry. Mostly for the sport of hunting. She loves mutilating people.

+ She likes bears. Bears are cool. Mostly Polar bears and Black bears. Omg bears.