Ashley
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Name: Captain Ashley Soma
Race: Caucasian (English/French/Japanese mutt)
Gender: Female
Occupation: Student
Age: 15 (November 30)
Height: 5'6" / 1.68 m
Weight: 108 lb / 49 kg
Inventory
- SUV "USS Ashleyprise", name pending. Seats eight. She's the captain, so it's hers.
- Walkie-talkie. Tuned to the same frequency as Mary's.
- Small collection of military training manuals. Frequently seen reading them instead of interacting with groups of people.
- Screwdriver. Somehow, it has not yet been used to stab a zombie.
- Duct tape. Literally always useful.
- Bag of quarters. Full, because who even keeps money in the post-apocalypse?
- Detailed map of Rosedale's hiking and bike trails.
- Janitor's keys to West Bolivar High School.
- Police baton. Scratched and slightly dented from use as a tool.
- Heavy backpack.
- Skateboard with carrying strap.
- F-S fighting knife (P-2, thumb recess on guard). Tarnished but otherwise well-maintained.
- Heckler & Koch P2000 pistol (9mm). Ammunition: [10/10]
Wearing
- Leather jacket, slim fit, sun-bleached white-ish tan color. Duct tape around left forearm. Bullet hole slightly left of center in chest and back.
- White sleeveless shirt. Bullet hole as above.
- Bandages on chest. Bloody.
- Dark blue jeans. Faded and cut in several places.
- Blackspot Unswoosher hightop shoes, red dot conspicuously scrubbed off toe-tip. Distinctive tire-tread footprints.
- Fake gold locket on matching gold chain, contents unknown. Worn under shirt.
- Bracelet, small silver beads with one house-shaped charm. A gift from Nicole. Worn on left wrist.
Identifying Marks
- Left handed.
- Ugly scar on underside of left forearm. Looks like four claw-marks. Actually came from Ashley being a careless dumbass while jumping over a fence a few weeks ago, then bandaging it herself. Usually wrapped in a torn strip of dirty white cloth, even though it's no longer needed.
- Through-and-through bullet hole just left of the center of her chest, much too close to her heart for comfort, but somehow missed anything that would've killed her instantly. Well-treated, since a doctor did it, even with poor tools.
Background: Bright but troubled child of a broken home, Ashley lived most recently in Memphis, where her mother taught Geology and Earth Sciences at a local university. A series of unfortunate events involving a school-turned-safehouse full of fellow survivors, two friends (one close, one... less close), a car ride, and an ill-fated plan to head for the Gulf of Mexico landed Ash in the ass-end of Mississippi with none of the above. Embittered by what happened but emboldened by her own survival, she's determined to make her own way in this fresh hell, and this time she's not going to pin her hopes on anything but herself.
Appearance: Blonde and blue-eyed, Ashley has the face of an angel with a thousand-yard stare; the slight roundness of her otherwise-angular Caucasian features seems, at times, to be the only thing her father left her. Endearingly lanky with a subtle musculature (remnants of ballet lessons first, and schoolyard fistfights later), she has only just started filling out the curves of a more adult shape, her tomboyish look accentuated by the messy short cut of her hair and her functional, unisex clothing choices. Her fashionable novelty jacket and a fading smear of dark eyeliner suggest she has not yet entirely forgotten her old self... or maybe that's just dark circles from some fairly obvious sleep deprivation.
Personality: Aloof, bookish, curious to a fault, and too clever by half, Ashley is the textbook definition of precocious youth. She had trouble opening up to others before the apocalypse, and it's only gotten worse since then. Forced to adopt a tough, self-reliant, no-nonsense attitude, in truth Ash is in well over her head here, and a part of her still searches for some meaningful human connection where she might recapture lost innocence, even if she never quite had that in her life before all this happened, either.
Character Traits:
Totally didn't steal this idea from Terry.
A hipster before it
Way less sure of herself than she sounds -- and, conversely, not nearly as much of an asshole as she pretends to be. Usually.
Dark sense of humor, but also hopelessly cheesy. Jokes that she would stab someone for a Klondike bar. Or mom's crepes. Or a slice of pizza. Or pretty much any decent cooked food anymore.
Might not be joking.
Does not handle her alcohol well. Really does not handle her alcohol well.
Terrified of alarms.
Guns make her nervous.
Hips don't lie.
Character Keys
Ashley Soma is done with running away. It may be stupid to trust too readily, but it's equally stupid to pass up interaction and cooperation just because you're a prickly bitch.
Key of Cleverness: "You get real friendly with books when you don't have many friends. You get even friendlier when all your friends are dead."
Parental abandonment plus genius IQ plus being the perpetual friendless new kid left Ashley with a lot of free time. She could've gotten into a lot more trouble if she had more friends, but instead she got into reading -- books, the internet, learning everything she could. If she couldn't be well-liked, she could at least pride herself on being better and brighter than all those shallow bitches.
Key of Depression: I think hells something you carry around with you, not somewhere you go.
Ash is way too tough on herself. Personal failures hit her hard, and she's had enough of those for someone twice her age, as far as she's concerned. She's got a lot to prove to herself, and she'll go to great lengths to do so, no matter how reckless. If other people see it, that's just a bonus.