Subject: Natalie Clifford ~A wandering Soul 176 views

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Natalie Clifford
"I am the master of my own actions, and therefore I am the only one who is able to reap the benefits, and suffer the consequences, so who are you to judge?"
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Name Pronunciation: Nat-A-lee
Nicknames:

Nat
Talie

Age:
19
Birth date:]

02/03/1996

plague:

Human

Gender:

Female

Orientation:

sexual: Bi-sexual
religious: none

Tier:

1

Pet(s):

none

Residence:

Nomadic
North America

Appearance:
Natalie has long, brown hair that stretches down just past her shoulders, Her eyes are a soft green, with slight flecks of what looks like gold. Talie stands at 5' 6" And commonly wears blue denim pants, a white tank top and a black jacket. Her hands are covered by black gloves cut off at the knuckles. Her panties are a light frilly blue, and her bra matches. Her hair is commonly tied into a pony tail, a bun, or loose around her shoulders. Natalie isnt too fond of intricate hair styles, never was. Her skin is a beautiful natural tan.

Nat's bra size is 32-C (rib cage measurements 36 inches), and she weighs about 125 lbs. her Hips measure 38-39 inches, and her waist is (medium) 28 inches. She wears a simple belt that has an alluminium water bottle clipped to it and bouncing between her shoulderblades is a simple backpack that she had from school. the gloves are leather, especially useful when she has to parkour her way from danger, or get into hand to hand combat.

Natalie may not be big, but she is quick and leathe, and deadly. She can move like a snake, diving in and out of near
impossible places, climb hights that others cannot, and due to her medium frame she has a great sense of balance, and agility, with a strong endurance and stamina. However, she is lacking in strength. If it came to a fight, Natalie is most likely going to solve this diplomatically, or run as she is not one who is too fond of fighting. Natalie has a strong mindset, that allows her to push her bodies to her limits.

Personal Possessions:

School Backpack
water bottle

Personality:

Natalie believes she is a lost cause. She is walking the path of the damned, as one of the only survivors left that she knows of. She's a bit cold to others, keeping them out of her heart, holding onto her resolve. Due to the fact that she has been on her own for long periods of times, she has developed a strange awkwardness towards people. Her introvertedness has driven Talie to seek out habits that keep herself seperate from the group. She doesnt like to rely on others too much, but she knows cooperation when its required.

Natalie is independant, used to taking care of herself. However, she isnt unkind, and will take care of others should they need it, or should they prove that its worth it for her. Talie is a bit of a dreamer, always drifting off into her own little fantasy worlds, making up characters who go on their adventures. this is her comfort in this bleak world. She dreams of meeting someone who can take care of her, who she can rely on one hundred percent. Natalie however is afraid of males to a large scale, due to some previous trauma in her life.

Natalie is a farely carefree person, understanding responsibility, but being on her own so often, she is a bit aloof, removing herself from the issues of others, more concerned with herself than others. Her primary concern, is take care of herself, then the others around her. But at the same time, should someone become important enough, she defends that person with a fierce loyalty.

Likes:

Kind People
Strawberries
Animals
the wilderness
Swimming

Dislikes:

Cities
Large populations
Perverts
Bullies
Most Males

Strengths:

has survival training
knows first aid

Weakness:

helpless animals


Claustrophobic

Fears:

Men
large groups

Goals:

Find a companion
Avoid being infected

Immune?:

No

History:

She couldnt breathe through the pain stars dotting her vision. She thrashed at the weight ontop of her, but was fighting a losing battle. She tasted blood when he hit her again, the solid diamond on his ring connecting with her face. Soon she just gave up, and let them do what they would. Her mouth being forced open, and something sliding into it, choking her. She cried in silence as a hand wrapped around her neck, the thrusting motion moving faster as it slid deep into her throat, making her gag. She tasted the warm and salty liquid oozing down her throat, filling her mouth and spilling over her chin.

Something sharp pinched her nipples, pulling on them causing her to cry out in pain. Rough hands held her down as a tounge greedily lapped at her breasts. She felt the rough fingers painfully probing inside her vagina, wiggling about and thrusting up and deep into her. She cried out again, only to have her mouth gagged by another man. Natalie was forced to move her hands along the hard shaft of other men, when she felt a sharp pain between her legs. She dared not cry out, or she'd only be beat again. She did as they wanted, the warm liquid cascading all over her body, between her legs, in her mouth and hair, on her breasts and hands.

Natalie awoke in the back of a car, shoved in there with her now dead parents. Her father was mutilated beyond recognition, and her mother, like her, was raped then killed. Natalie just lay there in shock, unable to respond to the horrific events of the last day. Natalie was in that car with her fumigating parents for a good 48 hours before a car accident had forced the police on the scene. Natalie, finding a chance to escape, started to kick the hood of the trunk, screaming and thrashing about. She was found that day, only being twelve, though she had the body of a fifteen year
old.

Natalie was in the hospital, malnourished, dehydrated and in shock. She went to go live with one of her aunts, who took great care of her, treating Talie like her own child. Natalie had even gotten into the habbit of calling her mother every so often. She was recovering well from the ordeal, spending most of her days wandering about the woods in the back of the house. One day when she was out exploring a bit, she found a stray dog, it was a coyote pup, and it had gotten itself snared by a barb wired fence. Natalie freed the creature, and since then it followed her on her little adventures, but never nearing the house.

One day however, Natalie was heading through the woods, but didnt know the news of a rumored murderer somewhere in the vicinity. the man spotted her long before she saw him, and began to stalk her. He followed her about when she was in town, going to and from school, Even peeking at her through her bedroom window, taking pictures of her naked body. Talie went out to the woods per usual, to find her companion dead, the words "I love you Natalie" carved into its body, and written on the walls of her house in its blood.

Natalie stopped going to school, despite being the fastest runner on the track team, and begun taking lessons in Tae-kwan-do and bushido, being taught privately from a local sensei, who was a close friend to the family. The stalker however, was never caught. One day, after a couple of years, the hunt for the stalker long since been forgotten and a black belt in Tae-kwan-do, Talie started going to school again. Natalie had started making friends, going out after class, started having more of a social life. One night, Natalie was heading home from a friends, exhausted from staying up all night, and not sleeping.

She was taking her usual shortcuts when suddenly, in an alley way, she had gotten grabbed from behind, and slammed into a wall, smacking her head and falling unconcious. She woke up, blindfolded, panicing and trying to scream behind her gag, desperate for someone to help her.The stalker, whispered in her ear. "I love you Natalie, and if I cant have you no one can!" She shuddered in fear, reliving the night that she was raped. The man had begun slowly undressing her, his hands trembling in anticipation. He ripped her shirt open, to reveal her breasts, and cut the strap with a knife. The man was teasing her nipple with his tounge, sitting on her lap when there was what was unmistakenly a gunshot, and the man slumped to the floor.

Talie could feel the warmth of blood soaking into her shoes the weight of his corpse on her feet. Her rescuer was a girl from school, who like Natalie, was one of his victims. The two of them buried the corpse, telling no one of what happened. After that day, the two of them became close friends. Natalie, one night, felt a strange twitch in her chest, and couldnt look at her friend without blushing. Natalie realized she had fallen in love,

and one night had worked up the courage to tell her friend. But she was rejected, and when she went to school again, people had alienated her, pushed her away. Everyone knew, teasing her, picked on her cause of what she told her "friend." She had gone to the bathroom, and the girls would make exagerated gestures that they didnt want to be touched by a lesbian. Rumors began to flood the school, escalating to vandalism on the school, and even her home. She continued to go to school for a while, now in senior year, where things had started to get to the point of violence.

It went even as far where the teachers refused to do anything about it not caring in the slightest. Natalie had decided to leave home in the night, taking only her backpack and water bottle. She lived on her own, finding herself roaming the country, finding that her only joy was when she was in nature, away from people and their judgements. She learned to feed herself by hunting, learning the hardway which plants were toxic, getting lucky enough a couple times to be taken to a hospital, but only ran away before her family had a chance to come collect her.

Then the outbreaks began. The dispatching of military, the fighting in the streets, the looting the rioting. Natalie had decided at that point, to dissapear into the wilderness. No one would miss her, and anyone who did would learn to forget her. Natalie, now nineteen, still follows her habbits of wandering about the country side, encountering the odd infected here or there, and avoiding them. She only ever goes into towns when she absolutely needs something, but doesnt ever often.

Family:

Father: Kyle Clifford (38)
Mother: Gabrielle Clifford (36)
Aunt: Ilene Gagne (44)
Uncle: Timothy Gagne (43)
Cousin: Steven Gagne (17)

Significant Others:

None

Song:

Dearly Beloved by Yoko Shimomura from the Kingdom Hearts Soundtrack

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yna9FIlV03Y&feature=BFa&list=FL3zaL9WaoHr43vS7EvEE14A&lf=mh_lolz

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