This is what was on the official page as of Tuesday, March 10th, 2009.
SL Account name / New Jericho Character name: Janet Rothmanay
Sex: F
Age: 12
Personality:
Always just gone to school and done whatever the adults in her life told her, provided she knew it to be moral. The “brain” in school who everyone wanted to do projects with but heaped nothing but bile upon in the playground and beyond. Unlike many kids, felt adults were the only ones she COULD trust, and now they’re gone and she’s left to survive with the very people she most despised. Still holds to a strict moral code, and in that finds some hope for the future and assurance that things will be “alright” in the end. Likes music, books, anime/manga, and computers–probably would have become a hacker in a different day and age. Can become a hermit when overwhelmed. (This also gives the RL me an “out” when RL takes over. =-p ) Very protective of the smallest children around her. Will probably be laggy in combat because I access SL on a wireless connection. =-S
I’m also open to (some) suggestions if it would fit better with RP.
Strengths:
Mentioned some of these in the previous screen. Learns quickly, especially technology. Musical. Able to do what’s best/”right” regardless of consequences. Intelligent.
Weaknesses:
Anti-social, afraid of dark and heights. Afraid of others dying or being hurt because of what she did or failed to do. Afraid of failure, though she tries to push that one down. Lonely. Some think her making the same ethical choices as before means she has a low chance of survival–she thinks it’ll keep her sane. She wants to finish this ordeal still Janet to an extent she can recognize, so perhaps the way to phrase the weakness is a fear of some kinds of adaptation.
Your Zero-Hour Memories:
I’d been sick all week with an odd fever, but I was starting to feel better the night before and figured I’d make it to school the next day. We were supposed to start a basic human biology unit in science class and I was really excited about it. Band was going good, though I’d not practiced for a few days due to my illness. The day before, I’d had a ringing in one ear all day, but I blamed it on getting water in it during a bath. Basically, I woke up that morning and thought things would be OK. My alarm went off as always, but when I came to, I didn’t hear my parents shuffling about. I could normally hear Dad getting ready for work, Mom getting ready to do whatever the cleaning was that needed to be done that day, as she only worked a few days a week, and all the sounds of an inhabited house (fans, dishwasher, sinks, etc.) The dead silence of it was what first set bells off. I woke up and knocked on my parents’ bedroom door, figuring maybe I was wrong and they were just creating a sibling for me…I’d always wanted a little brother or sister. No answer. I opened the door and they were gone, sheets positioned like they’d just evaporated into thin air, not even pulled back or anything. I screamed for them to no reply. I ran back to my room, rushed through morning prayers in a panic, got dressed, threw some toast down my throat, and picked up the phone. Not even a dial-tone, and I knew my parents would NEVER lapse on the phone bill. I found Mom’s cell where she normally left it plugged in…not even that! It was at that point I ran outside. There were other kids there, kids I never would have bothered speaking to normally. I saw one of my bandmates…I still can’t remember her name, but she played flute…and ran towards her asking what was going on. She burst out crying and here I stood trying to console a perfect stranger. Once she seemed alright, I wandered around. I held myself together until I saw the 3-year-old toddler on the next block over…when I saw her wandering around lost and sobbing with her teddy bear in one hand and her other thumb in her mouth between sobs, I fell to my knees and lost it. I hugged her and tried to console her and myself. I don’t remember what happened for the next few hours….I think my mind snapped right after my heart did. I must have been gone for days…maybe weeks… Next I remember after that, I’m in Dickie Mart looking for food….but I can’t pay for it. I did lock the house before I left, but I didn’t have the sense to grab my parents’ wallets. I’ve no money to pay for food, but I don’t know who I’d give the money to if I did…I still want to “do the right thing.” I’d gone to a school where non-humans were discouraged from enrolling…not used to dealing with these folks…. =-S
Family Members:
It was just my parents and I. I hope they’re still out there…somewhere, somehow… Until I find a working phone, I can’t even figure out the fate of any family members outside of here. -_-
Dark RP:
I guess my character will struggle between putting her faith in faith, as she did before, and putting her faith in the people around her who are seemingly now necessary for her day-to-day survival. Or will she put her faith in S.A.M., who can make injuries as if they never happened. If she is virtually immortal, why bother with ethics at all? Any punishment or regard is purely in this life, and S.A.M. can cure it all. Heck, why be careful with one’s life? Shoot that irritating person–S.A.M.’ll fix him right up! No, Janet cannot bring herself to that just yet…the weapons still worry her. She played house, not cops and robbers, and if she did have a weapon, she felt more comfortable with the katana wielded by the samurai in the animes she watched, more than the guns from shows she never watched.
(This section would be the most difficult for me to hold to, if I may be OOC… This aspect of the RP will involve the most departure from my RL childhood and who I am now, though as you may be able to tell above, I’ve tried to keep it close enough so I can do it believably, rather than make this character a total 180 from myself that I cannot maintain consistently.)
Biography:
My character suffered not at the hands of adults, but at the hands of her peers, and what will make this most difficult for her is that now those same peers are all she has. She’s bright academically, but average or worse with “street smarts,” and now all the work she did memorizing her math, science, literature, history, and so on seems for naught. She has everything in her head that she doesn’t need and nothing she does, save per chance her skills with computers. She still prays as she was taught as a child, but has a harder and harder time believing it matters. Faith that she will not die until the time is right is about the only faith she seems to have left.
Class: Human