Rebecca Attwater

[Rebecca A.]

Hello, my name is Rebecca Attwater.

gender: Chica

age & birthday: 17; November 11, 1992

appearance: Rebecca stands at an average 5’6” and has a relatively athletic build which gives her a decidedly solid and sporty appearance. This is tempered with romantic and Bohemian styles, most commonly in rustic, earthy tones. As for standard identifiers, her eyes and hair are both a dark brown, and she usually keeps her hair cut at the shoulder blade and left loose, save for when she is on the field or in the kitchen.

personality: Quiet, thoughtful, and naturally cautious, Rebecca is a bit frustrated that she let herself get caught up in the panic in the first place, but is a bit too rattled to do much about it at the moment. As an older sister, she often falls into the habit of playing “mother hen” and making sure her friends are eating their vegetables and doing their laundry. This might mean nothing at the end of the world as she knew it, or help keep enough strengh and order around her to help survival. All she knows is it is familiar and something she can still attempt.

While generally friendly, she has almost irrational trust issues with anyone whom she knows to have broken a promise, though few, if any, know if this is a clue to a personal slight or just one too many morality tales as a child. While she's shook up, she's more likely to be lenient, but will at least sub-consiously file incidents away.

history: Rebecca has lived a relatively ordinary life before the entire world went to pot, growing up in a decent-sized town not far from Reno, Nevada, with her parents and younger sister. Her grandparents ran a small restaurant and from a young age, Rebecca took to the kitchen like a fish to the sea, spending much of her free time there, learning to cook and chatting with customers.

At home, she would often play soccer with her sister and the other kids and teens of her neighbourhood, whiling away an afternoon this way. Prior to the infection, Becca was on her way to visit several prospective schools to further her studies in the culinary field, but ended up caught and stranded in the panic and chaos of the outbreak.

Blood Type B-

other: Her favourite hobbies are cooking and soccer. She also really, really likes fish (as pets and wild animals, not food).

sample: Huh. Have some very recycled animu from a different RP:

If you ask anyone who knows Black Star, not one will deny that he can be and usually is a fool. However, even he knew that if you woke up off the coast of a strange island, something was probably wrong. If you woke up off the coast of a strange island in the water, something was definitely wrong.

So, a little over half an hour later, Black Star took the time to rest on the beach and realize that something was, by definition, definitely wrong. On top of waking up in the middle of a bay, he didn’t recognize the area he’d swam to at all. After all, Shibusen wasn’t near any coasts, and last he knew, he’d been in Shibusen. It was a pretty nice looking place, sure: sun, surf, sand, all that jazz. But that really didn’t help much right now.

Black Star sprung to his feet, stretching out. Time to track down where he was, and where everyone else was, ‘cause they sure didn’t seem to be around him. Not surprising—he was just too early for them, but that was the burden of a great star like him.