The Girl
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Full Name: Arabell Rue Curlin
Preferred Name/Goes by: Ara
Nickname(s): Ara, Bell, Curly
Age: 19
Height: 5’ 5”
Weight: 132
Handedness: Right
Top Priority: Keeping both herself and Keylon Reed alive.
Mannerism(s): Running a hand through her hair (discomfort, frustration, flirtatious), pulling at the ‘webbing’ between her fingers (nervous)
Sexuality: Bi-curious
Relationship Status: Single, not looking, but willing to do a fling here and there. Long term relationships are iffy...but maybe.
Items:- Seax knife
- Semi-automatic pistol
- A few cases of bullets
- Rope
- Backpack full of supplies (flares, food, tiny first aid kit)
Skills:- Minor abilities in hand to hand combat
- Decent shot (guns)
- Knows some basic survival skills
- Scouting (light on her feet, very quiet)
There’s not much to look at anymore. Once, in the better days, she might’ve considered herself pretty. Now, she’s the same as everyone else: fighting for survival. Ara’s face is gaunt, grimy, and sunburnt. Her eyes, a bright blue, appear bigger than normal due to malnourishment. But there’s no denying the grit and determination that lives within her. Her hair, a dark, curly mess, has grown longer than she would prefer. But let’s be real here: where are you going to find a hairdresser in the middle of a zombie apocalypse?
Her build is athletic, bordering on average. Her legs take up most of her body, while her torso is annoyingly short in her opinion. She’s considered flat chested, a fact that she was ashamed of back in the better days, but now she finds it a blessing. Of her body, her legs are the most toned.
Ara’s clothing choice is as practical as it can be. She prefers to stick with lightweight pieces that are easier to move around in. Jackets or long sleeves are a must; she would rather avoid her skin peeling any more than it has to in the summer, paired with jeans and sometimes a headscarf. Combat boots complete her ‘look’. She replaces them with others taken from old shoe shops when the soles get too worn. In the winter, she simply layers up any coats and leggings she can find.
Personality
Ara’s mother used to claim that her daughter was like the changing tides: gentle one minute, then destructive the next.
When she was younger, Ara was a sweet child. She was calm, and enjoyed life. Nothing seemed to faze her. She looked at the world with childlike innocence. She was trusting, caring, and loved people unconditionally. If given the chance, she probably would have sold her soul for anyone.
But the apocalypse changed Ara. Survival became key. She became hardened. No one is to be trusted. She’s cautious and stubborn. Her temper she can keep in check - for the most part. Anyone dumb enough to test her may find themselves not waking up the next morning.
She’s willing to do anything to keep herself and Keylon alive. Anything. Those who have made it to her good list should be glad. But they should also watch their backs. One false move, and they may be the latest snack for the hordes.
Some lucky few may discover that she’s not as tough as she acts. It can be seen in her interactions with Keylon especially. Ara can let her guard down - but they’d better be prepared to go through plenty of barbed wire to get to it.
Faceclaim: Kaya Scodelario
