Easter
Easter before the apocalypse:
Name: Easter Norwood-Park
Race: Asian-Canadian
Gender: Female
Occupation: Art Student
Age: 19
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 97 lbs
Inventory: Light Backpack
- Spraypaint Can x6 - white, Blue, black, yellow, light green, red (1x SU)
- Large Medkit [2x SU]
- Painting respirator
- Replacement respirator filters
- Beretta 92fs (1 9mm x15 magazine; 6 rounds left)
- Noise-cancelling headphones with skull emblems
- 1st-gen iPod - dead
- Toothbrush
- "The Virgin Suicides" - paperback
- Marlboro cigarette carton - 1 left
Background: Before the apocalypse, Easter was living a reasonably good life; she'd nailed a scholarship to Cal Arts with a mural she'd painted in her home city of Montreal, she had a family - a father, a mother, and a brother - and friends that loved her. While she'd been diagnosed with a frightening mental disorder at an unusually young age, medication, hobbies, studies, and support from everyone around her had always kept the worst symptoms in line.
When disaster struck, it struck hard. She'd been flying back to Montreal for a surprise visit to her family when her connecting flight was grounded, stranding her in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, USA. Surviving in the following chaos was a miracle; but she was running out of food and water, running out of bullets. Out of her pills, the voices coming back, and with nowhere to go.
Appearance: The first thing you'd notice about Easter would be the slightly oversized Canadiens hockey jersey she wears over a black t-shirt, spattered with what you hope is paint. The second would be the bandages wrapped around her head, covering her left eye. Whatever wound is underneath doesn't seem to be fresh, with only a bit of red pockmarking the white cloth. A few strands of the black hair of her bangs, curling very slightly at its ends, hang over her face, the rest of it gathered into a simple bun. The rest of her outfit is very simple, black running shorts, white socks and black-and-white sneakers. She has two visible tattoos; on her left wrist, a skyline of Montreal that fades into a heart. On her right ankle, a simple butterfly with pink and purple wings. On her right arm, she wears a digital watch, the battery of which has long since died. Her hands are covered in a mixture of dried paint, her shoes splattered with drops of the same.
She's very thin, probably having lost weight since the end of the world. Her face might be cute if it were cleaned up, with mostly small features. But as it is she looks grimey and caked with dust, her lips dry and cracked, with that eye sunken and tired, frequently twitching in a nervous tic that she never had before.
Personality: On a "good day," Easter's demeanor is pleasant. Though fairly shy around those she doesn't know, she's quick to warm up to people, finding it easy to see the best in them and forgive flaws. However, she's very self-critical, not finding it easy at all to ignore all the ways in which she isn't up to par, and craves validation from her peers. As a general philosophy, she mainly thinks about what she could be doing to help others, even - in fact, often - to the point of self-sacrifice. On a "bad day," though it isn't common for her, the voices are louder and more dominant, making her withdraw, her actions becoming more robotic and her delusions becoming more serious and terrifying, eventually becoming impossible to ignore.
Key of the Crazy: Easter was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia pre-outbreak, and her supply of antipsychotics to treat it has long since run out.
Key of Talent: Easter is a gifted artist who loves to paint and draw. In particular, she has a passion for graffiti - cans of spraypaint aren't too hard to find littered about, they're easily portable and can be done fairly quickly, and there's nobody to tell her where she can and can't paint anymore. For the most part.