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LENA-RAY RAINES | EQUESTRIAN | ALIVE
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✖ B A S I C S:
. Name: Lena-Ray Raines
. Age: 24
. Height: 5'
. Build: well toned and athletic, slim
. Gender: female
. Sexual Orientation: homosexual
. Relationship Status: single
. Primary Weapon: Machete
. Secondary Weapon: ---
. Group: Equestrian
. Rank: member
✖ P E R S O N A L I T Y:
{ neurotic| ill-tempered | impulsive | loyal | cunning }
Ray is a complex individual to say the least. A bit neurotic, she believes that everyone is out to get her. She knows people don’t like her [even if it isn’t true] and she tends to keep to herself. There was a point in her life, long ago as a child when she was much more comfortable in the world and was a social butterfly, fluttering around from one group to the next, mingling and generally getting along with everybody she met. But nowadays she’s more likely to be found on the outskirts of any social event - people watching.
Now with that being said, she’s not incapable of companionship or human interaction. But if you want to get to know Ray you’ll have to start the conversation, carry the conversation and give her a chance to warm up. She will speak when spoken to, and if asked a direct question is very honest. Sometimes to the point it almost seems cruel. Though she tends to treat everyone like the cops - Only answer the questions that are asked and don’t give out any extra information. There are special circumstances.. like being under the influence of alcohol, sleep depravity, and a few select other things that cause her to come out of her shell and speak more openly. though.. once you open that flood gate it’s hard to shut it off. And once she gets to know someone and is able to open up to them, she is extremely loyal and open.
Become friends with Ray and there is no such thing as personal space.. in any aspect of the word.
That’s how things go in most of Ray’s life though. It’s either black OR white. it’s one extreme or another. there’s typically no grey area.
She’s also been known to play on both sides of the fence. She can be extremely loyal person, but she can also be very deceitful making it hard to know for sure exactly -who- she is loyal to and may even seem detached from everyone. She would have made an excellent spy if she had ever cared to home that… skill? Skill, affliction, gift… whatever you choose to call it, she’s got it.
. Strengths: well versed in homeopathic remedies, athletic, small [able to get into tight places], trapping, not queasy, formerly a vet tech prior to outbreak
. Weaknesses: small [this sometimes gets in the way of things], - keep the Rxs away from from her,
. Quirks: whistles [especially when busy at a task],
. Hobbies: singing, collecting useful herbs [hey, you never know when it might come in handy!]
. Skills: trapping, skinning, some medical knowledge [albeit animals, but hey, it’s useful],
✖ H I S T O R Y: |wordcount - 1660| collab - newvoh|xp: 66
Ray actually didn't grow up in a single location. Her parents were constantly traveling, partly out of fear and partly out of necessity. She and her sister, Lee ended up seeing a lot of places in the world though none of them quite sat with her the way North Carolina had and she always found herself returning to the mountains, to home. When she was old enough for College she and her sister broke away from her parents to stay 'home' and go to school rather than do anything online. She attended NCSU and earned an associates degree as a veterinarian technician before leaving the busy city of raleigh and moving to the mountains where she worked in a small vet office and trained horses on the side.
It was almost 3 years to the day the outbreak happened, she was wrapping the leg of an old ornery gelding who had once again over extended the ligaments in his fetlock [aka sprained his ankle]. she was bent over holding his hind leg and all of his weight on her shoulder when Keith Mooney, her boss said she had a call. "wharl ray, it's ya daddy. seems ta be real upset too. ya better go take thuh phone nd I'll finish up here". She scrunched her face as she looked at the old man and walked out of the barn toward the office. The only time she ever got calls from her parents was holidays and ... well...that was pretty much it. She sat in the big, comfy, desk chair and slowly picked up the receiver - "Hello?"
"Ray, it's your daddy. I just wanted to call and let you know that your mamaw passed away and her funeral is going to be this weekend. We need you to come to Texas."
...
"What?! What happened? Why? Why didn't somebody CALL me?" Her chest flared into a blazing fire and her throat tighened almost to the point she couldn't breathe. But she tried to hold back from completely breaking down enough to speak.
"Baby, she was old, you're mamaw WAS almost 90 ya know. Shit just happens and I know it sucks, but we need you down here for at least a week or so until all the legal bullshit is over with. okay?"
She took a deep breath in an nodded whispering "okay"
"Adda girl, now, your daddy loves ya. I'll see you soon, b-bye"
The receiver clicked in her ear and he had hung up.
She broke down immediately sobbing.. she wasn't sure if it had been 15 seconds or 15 minutes, but something clicked inside her and screamed "CALL LEE"
The next day she found herself wondering around the Houston Airport with Lee by her side, then at the funeral which she barely remembers.. it was just one long fuzzy day of Xanex and shaking hands. Days faded in and out with little to no sleep and she was all but a shell when they family meeting at mamaws old ranch house happened and the family went over her will.
"And two my granddaughters, Lena-Ray and Liadain - I'm leaving you the house, the farm and all 125 acres, all of the animals, and $300,000 to get you settled"
That's when the initial outburst happened. There wasn't a son or daughter who wasn't outraged.
After that Ray called her bossman, quit her job, made arrangements to have her belongings sent to Texas.
The apocalypse struck while the girls were still getting adjusted to their lives on the ranch. Sorting through everything had fallen onto Lee while Ray spent most of her days going over finances and working out a budget. Once that had been squared away and they were underway, well… bad things come in threes, after all. First, they lost a relative. Then the apocalypse struck. It started slow, random news stories about ‘mis-diagnosed deaths’ and ‘zombies’ in third world countries rising after being dead for days. Both girls brushed it off and Ray went on her long winded rants about how the government was trying to get their attention in one direction while they slipt some bullshit law or amendment by to again take away another small piece of their dwindling freedom. Months went by and the stories started becoming more intense and frequent until Ray finally just switched off the tv, she couldn’t handle hearing it anymore. Then the zombies started showing up out of nowhere. Slowly they came, the little buggers appearing in the woods while Lee was making her rounds on some of the less visible and worn down fences. The mare she’d been riding was toast. She shattered a leg when she panicked. The zombie wasn’t in much better shape, limping along with one busted leg dragging behind in an awful, mangled, unnatural angle. At first Ray didn’t really want to believe the crap coming out of her sisters mouth. She waved her hand in the air as if to fan away the reality of what was happening. Lee was bad about picking up and eating things, sometimes not the most edible things either.
When Lee finally got Ray to give her a grudging admittance that something had happened, after all even lee hadn’t cling to a theory like that for a week straight. In the woods the hoards started ambling through. It started as small packs and the girls took shelter in the well stocked house. Covering the windows with blankets and all but hitting a mental breakdown. They spent many nights huddled under blankets, clinging to each other and all they could do was cry. Cry in fear. Fear of what was moaning outside and knocking into the house. Every once in a while one or several of them would press against a window; they’re silhouetted bodies dragging themselves against the glass. Gurgling moans mixed with the squeak of blood against glass left Ray in such a horrified state she couldn't breathe. She didn’t breathe. She didn’t move. All she could do was sit with her hands over her mouth and her eyes bulged and welled with tears. Lee sat silent as well, her warm body pressed tightly against Ray’s with a death grip around her frail waist. Eventually they gathered the mental strength to wander outside on days when there were few of the monsters lurking about. They knew they’d have to learn to protect themselves and each went to their own prefered weapon. Ray, her trusty machete that she had used since she was a child, clearing away bramble and thick thorn bushes while Lee grabbed her Bow and quiver. That was one thing Ray was very glad to have with her. She and her sister had spent more than their share of time in the woods and Lee had become an expert at making arrows and was a fine shot both on flat ground and horseback. Days turned into weeks and the hoards began to escalate to large groups that far exceeded the twins ability to cope. They lost most of the animals in the first few waves. Some being taken down, some hurting themselves and the rest leaving.
It was lucky that Krait, possibly the most ornery and vicious mare on the planet, had stuck around when it came time for the girls to agree that they had to leave themselves. They took only what they could carry in Lee’s hunting sack, saddle bags, and Walker’s doggy backpack. They picked up and abandoned things along the way as they made their way from the ranch out across Texas in search of other survivors and anyone who would know what the hell was going on. It became almost second nature that they started calling the dead ‘Walkers’, often yelling for the dog when one came too near. He wasn’t much for actually killing them, but he was rather good at immobilizing them.
They reached Copperhead Creek much the worse for the wear. They found the creek itself first, Ray lead Krait cutting a path with her machete and following it up as best they could. When they reached the town is the first time they came across the first survivor they’d seen since they started their journey a month and a half prior. Neither bothered taking their name before Lee set her arrow and aimed at her head, demanding the person to ‘back the fuck off’. It was Ray that decided they might want to talk to them and convinced her sister to lower her weapon.
They still didn’t have the name of the woman who lead them and her bay overo back to their camp. The girls were given a few days to settle in before they had to ‘prove’ themselves. They were given a small living area in a loft above the barn and were more or less left to themsleves, with the exception of a small meal here or there. Once or twice a stranger tried to speak to them when they were attending Krait as no one else was able to get near the mare without the warning of a swift kick from behind or a bone breaking bite from the front.
Ray wasn’t really sure if was the intimidating look of walker or the more than frightening demeanor of the mare that kept people away, but she was more than happy to be left alone in her little room.
Other then that, the girls and their animals were inseparable and while Lee was very, very vocal about her displeasure having to ‘prove herself’ to a bunch of ‘city folk’ that couldn't tell which way was ‘out of their asses’ if a snake crawled through and showed them. Telling the girls to get up at the ass crack of dawn was the straw that broke whatever amount of restraint Lee had had. Ray wasn’t much happier and chose to let Lee grumble. She wasn't saying anything that Ray didn't agree with just then anyway.
✖ C O M P A N I O N S:
. Name: Zippos Widowmaker
. aka: Krait
. Breed: APHA
. Sex: Mare
. Personality: grumpy, hardworking, smart
Krait is really a one person sort of horse. or well, two since lee is always around. she doesn't play nice and will kick anyone who gets too close in her personal space. except of course, walker - lee's sidekick in crime.
she wears a red ribbon tied in her tail as fair warning to not get too close. if you or your horse gets kicked - well, we warned you.
She's also been known to bite more than once in her life, i guess all in all she's a rather grumpy, vicious sort of mare.
After all, she is named after one of the most venomous snakes on the planet.
