Name: Roana Rose Hunt .

Nickname: Roan (Roa-wan)

. Age: 18 .

Gender: Female .

Sexuality: Heterosexual .

Zombie Status: Immune to Virus

Appearance: Roana is tall, standing at 5'11, and weighs only 120 lbs. Her hair is a dark black curtain that waves like the river's tide. Light, icy blue streaks run through it as if emphasizing her coldness. Her eyes are the same blue tint, and they glitter as if she is about to play some mean joke on you. Her skin is fair, without a single blemish or marr, as far as acne goes. She has a lips that look as if they always have a coat of lipgloss, but never do. She hates makeup. Her mouth is seemingly always in a smirk, or if not that then in a blank expression devoid of all emotion. She is incredibly muscular, due to her life on the run, and the muscles are very noticable though she hates it. Her usual clothing consists of a grey tanktop that hangs low enough for her chest to be seen slightly, ripped at the bottom and around the sleeves though none of the rips are for fashion. They are all natural. On top of the tanktop she wears a black leather jacket that appears to be years old. However, she does her best to take care of it. Her pants are usually either a ripped pair of black skinny jeans, or more recently she has begun to wear a pair of tight black leather pants. She rarely is seen without her midnight black combat boots, in which she stores two knives in each, a precaution she must take because the situation. On each side, one is slid inside the sole, in a special compartment she made herself. The other is down the side in a tiny leather sheath. She usually has a gun with her as well, though she would never tell where is is hidden because it is her best weapon.

Makeup?: She hates the stuff and if you ask her to put any on she will personally beat you up and leave you bleeding on the ground. Scars/Deformities: She is covered in scars from her life as... well her difficult life. She has always lived in this apocalyptic world, so she shows signs of it. The most noticable scar is one that runs from her left brow to her left cheekbone, across her eye. This eye managed to escape being blinded, but it doesn't see nearly as well and has a slightly milky quality to it. This came from a particularly nasty fight with a zombie group. She has several others across her back from being whipped by a gang that picked her up along the way, and a few random ones that she picked up somewhere along the way on the rest of her body.

Tattoos/Piercings: She has lots, given to her by her late sister, who worked at a tattoo and piercing parlour before things got really really bad.

Her piercings: She has quite a few on her ears, each having four studs and one ring. Three of the studs are silver or gold beads that run in a line up her ear lobe. The final stud is up in the cartilage of her ear by the ring. The ring is silver with tiny diamonds in it, the only thing she has left of her mother. She never takes it out. Her eyebrow also has a stud, but this one is a tiny ice blue dot no bigger than a freckle. She has a similar silver stud in her nose that is a bit larger. She has lip ring, but usually just has a stud in its place because it is slightly cumbersome when it comes to eating. Her final piercing is in her belly button, and has not yet been seen by anyone but herself and her sister when she did the piercing.

Her tattoos: She has three tattoos. The first on is across her back, running up the whipping scars she was given. There are three, and each say a different word. The first line says Death, the next Life, and the final one Hope. Each is surrounded by a ring of blue and white flame. Her next one is on her right arm, and is a picture of a knife on fire, done in fantastic detail. THe final one is on her left arm, and from her wrist to her elbow there is a silver and black snake entwined aroudn her arm. The head is done on the back of her hand and is openmouthed in a hiss of rage. Its fangs are silvery white, and have beads of venom at the tips. .

Personality: Roana is very... compicated. She is introverted, prefering to be on her own or with her pets, though is also social and will gladly talk with people. She is open to new people, but when she meets them she always has her body poised to grab a weapon in case she has to escape quickly or fight her way out. She most likely has a flask with her, a silver one with a small silver viper on the outside. She usually has it filled with vodka, but will occaisionally have tequila in it if she finds enough money, or now that she has money she buys it more often. She can be a wonderful flirt, but it is usually only doing it to get what she wants or get out of a bad situation. She is very manipulative and can twist her words very well. She is very loyal, and will die for those she loves, but it is hard to become one she loves and she has a really hard time trusting people. If you become one though, she will protect you with her life and will destroy anyone who tries to hurt you. She does have minor depression issues and will seclude herself if she doesn't have somebody to stay with her and make her happy.

. Strengths:

Her Loved Ones

Swimming

Muscularity

Running

Clever

Sly

Can fix a car like nobody's business

Speaks four languages, English Finnish German and Latin . Weaknesses:

Has PTSD induced hallucinations when she is really really scared Nightmares, though not often

Using a club sort of weapon

Often accidentally speaks other languages when she isn't meaning to .

Likes:

Animals

Sneaking around

Being a pain

Sports Cars .

Dislikes:

people who pretend to be depressed

Animal Haters

Bullies

Suck-ups .

Family: Her twin brother, Axel

Writing Example (Taken from a different rp): Talestae stood up off her throne, gently fingering her pendant. She glanced out her window at the thousands milling about below her. She sighed, wishing against everything that she could snap her fingers and become someone else, someone better than this depressed figure too scared to rebel. She looked up at the blue sky, thinking hard. Eventually, she decided to go talk to some of her closest friends, the only ones who knew her fatal secret. They could help, Talastae was sure. Talestae shifted into her demon form, swiftly soaring into the sky on wings of silk. She eyed the ground below her. The edge of Daring territory came into view, then the castle courtyard. She angled her wings and spiraled into a dive. Just before she hit the ground, her wings snapped open, allowing for a gentle descent. Her wings shrunk away as she took her typical form. Her obsidian encrusted sword sheath swung in the impact of the landing. She scanned the courtyard for a sign of life, her wavy hair flowing into the wind. .

Other: Has two pets. One is a golden eagle male named King, and the other is rather exotic. It is strange, but a panther cub escaped a zombie attack on a zoo and she found it in an alleyway. It slowly began to trust her and is now one of her best friends. It is a huge male named Caligo, which is Latin for Darkness