Name: Chasity Schultz
Nickname: Chassy
Thread: Last One Standing
Age: 21 (was 18 when the Day struck)
Gender: Female
Home: Staten Island; she abandoned her home before the Day after ransacking it for supplies, and has bunked in several places around the island since. She tends to spend her days in the library, leaving only to find food and to lock herself up for the night in her current safe house.
Occupation: assistant librarian
Appearance: dark brown hair, straight, long, she keeps it in a braid or bun or ponytail; wide brown eyes; wears oval-shaped glasses;
Clothing: stretch jeans and t-shirts, mostly—comfortable, flexible, practical clothes. Sweats in the winter, doubled or tripled up. She’s fond of hats, to keep the sun out of her eyes.
Personality: absentminded-ish, dense, has always seemed to belong in her own little world; resourceful, in that she’ll take what’s around her and use it to her benefit and survival, but she never did much planning before the Day, and she doesn’t do much now; spontaneous. She’s more somber now, of course, but lack of human contact hasn’t changed her personality too much; if anything it's increased her denseness. She refuses to dwell on the past and what happened. Her books are her friends, and she talks to them and to herself. She tries to find things to smile and laugh about every day, though she doesn’t always succeed. She has difficulty sleeping at night without nightmares; in the daytime she keeps near windows and stays away from shadows. She doesn't like time, and stopped bothering to keep track of it about four months after the Day.
Hobbies: reading, skating (ice and roller), swimming, puzzles, drawing, painting, writing, journaling, fishing
Skills: due to the gobs of how-to books she’s voraciously studied since the Day, she’s fairly proficient in fishing, building campfires, and other means of survival in a world with no electricity, as well as self-defense. And she’s pretty good at grabbing nearby sharp and heavy objects and throwing them.
Bio: She led a happy, normal life before with her parents and five siblings. On The-Day-Everything-Changed (as she calls it, or "the Day" for short), she and her brother, David, were outside in their backyard discussing a surprise for their mom’s birthday. The rest of their family was gone—Changed, or killed, or vanished, Chassy never figured out which—and she and her brother were left all alone in the world, it seemed…until night fell, and the Creatures came. Somehow, they managed to lock themselves safely away for the night, and in the morning they made their plans of coping and survival.
It didn’t take long for them to realize the Creatures’ habits—or at least, that they didn’t come out in daylight, and their sense of smell was very keen, especially when it came to scent of blood.
One night, several months after the Day, they were attacked, and, in short, David didn’t make it.
Nickname: Chassy
Thread: Last One Standing
Age: 21 (was 18 when the Day struck)
Gender: Female
Home: Staten Island; she abandoned her home before the Day after ransacking it for supplies, and has bunked in several places around the island since. She tends to spend her days in the library, leaving only to find food and to lock herself up for the night in her current safe house.
Occupation: assistant librarian
Appearance: dark brown hair, straight, long, she keeps it in a braid or bun or ponytail; wide brown eyes; wears oval-shaped glasses;
Clothing: stretch jeans and t-shirts, mostly—comfortable, flexible, practical clothes. Sweats in the winter, doubled or tripled up. She’s fond of hats, to keep the sun out of her eyes.
Personality: absentminded-ish, dense, has always seemed to belong in her own little world; resourceful, in that she’ll take what’s around her and use it to her benefit and survival, but she never did much planning before the Day, and she doesn’t do much now; spontaneous. She’s more somber now, of course, but lack of human contact hasn’t changed her personality too much; if anything it's increased her denseness. She refuses to dwell on the past and what happened. Her books are her friends, and she talks to them and to herself. She tries to find things to smile and laugh about every day, though she doesn’t always succeed. She has difficulty sleeping at night without nightmares; in the daytime she keeps near windows and stays away from shadows. She doesn't like time, and stopped bothering to keep track of it about four months after the Day.
Hobbies: reading, skating (ice and roller), swimming, puzzles, drawing, painting, writing, journaling, fishing
Skills: due to the gobs of how-to books she’s voraciously studied since the Day, she’s fairly proficient in fishing, building campfires, and other means of survival in a world with no electricity, as well as self-defense. And she’s pretty good at grabbing nearby sharp and heavy objects and throwing them.
Bio: She led a happy, normal life before with her parents and five siblings. On The-Day-Everything-Changed (as she calls it, or "the Day" for short), she and her brother, David, were outside in their backyard discussing a surprise for their mom’s birthday. The rest of their family was gone—Changed, or killed, or vanished, Chassy never figured out which—and she and her brother were left all alone in the world, it seemed…until night fell, and the Creatures came. Somehow, they managed to lock themselves safely away for the night, and in the morning they made their plans of coping and survival.
It didn’t take long for them to realize the Creatures’ habits—or at least, that they didn’t come out in daylight, and their sense of smell was very keen, especially when it came to scent of blood.
One night, several months after the Day, they were attacked, and, in short, David didn’t make it.
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