Steam Username: Evercide In-Game Name: Elizabeth Martel RP Experiences: 3+ years of Darkened Dawn (Supernatural RP), 1 year of Town of Salem, 2 years of City based rps, and a small amount of Dayz rps. I play almost any roleplay that exercises my imagination. Character Background: "My name is Elizabeth Martel. Before all this nonsense started I worked at a department store, and I was still finishing my collage degree in Psychology. I had ment to call him, but instead I left our little city and never looked back. I always regretted not trying to call my brother, to see how things were holding up. Now more than ever. After mom died I went into a state of depression. I stayed curled up under my blankets, wondering if the same guy that killed her would come back for me. Finally I decided I wouldn't let that happen. I learned to use a gun, to fight, apply basic first aid. Things I definitely don't regret now. I could never forgive myself if something happened to my brother. That's why I have to find him. I have to know if he's okay." "It was dark. I remember not being able to see apart from what shown through the bedroom door. Mom had another visitor. I had stormed over to her room and was just about to ask them if they could quiet down when I heard a deafening scream. It had come from the bedroom. I watched as the dark, heavy set figure sunk its silver blade into her chest. The scream muffled and finally stopped. I couldn't move. I couldn't breath. I stared in disbelief as the blood soaked into the sheets, and as the man retreated from the balcony door. But not before turning to admire his work. For a split second I thought he had seen me, but he just turned and ran through the garden. It all happened so quickly, and I finally seemed to gain feeling in my legs. I ran to her side and stared. All I could do is stare. I felt my knees buckle beneath me, and I let out an involuntary sob. I may have sat there for minutes, hours, possibly days. the last thing I remembered is being pried off her cold body by a police officer. I felt a sharp sting in my arm as the medic dosed me with some kind of substance." I'd like to say this experience made me stronger, that something, anything good came from her death. All I know is it doesn't phase me anymore. I could watch thousands be killed before my eyes, watch the dead rise from their graves, and It just reminds me that somewhere out there is my brother, and dead or alive I have to find him. For myself, for him, but most of all, for mom. Why you want to join the server: I want to join this server so that I can use my imagination. I would also like to try my hand at an interactive rp with my brother, James. How can I contact you: Email (jasminebushong1@yahoo.com), Steam (Evercide) Notes: Sister to James Martel
