Zoey Robbins - Feline

by **Zoey Robbins** Mon May 26, 2014 1:18 pm

Zoey Allison Robbins

Nicknames · Zoey, Zo, or ZoZo
Age · 19
Gender · Female
Race · Anthro
Species · Leopard
Sexual Orientation · Bi-Sexual
Occupation · Student | Waitress - Italia Amor

Appearance

Bright green eyes stare at you as you begin to notice the beauty of the young girl before you. Her coat is a light pink with darker pink spots on it. She has a thick head of hair which goes down to the middle of her back. She is a very innocent girl so she tries to cover up as much as she can. Zoey wears glasses from time to time to help her when she reads books, but she does not need them to see all the time.

Personality

Very calm and shy, it is hard to rouse Zoey to anger or anything like it. She is more natural to blush and giggle, than to say anything that might hurt someone's feelings. She loves to read about alternate universes, living in fantasy than reality. She loves comics, even though she doesn't seem like the type. She would rather be in a small setting than with a big crowd.

History

Born to a normal family, she was the single child between the love of her mother and father. They lived together in happiness, no real fights or anything like it. Her parents trusted her a great deal and so they never really got into her business. Through her school years, she did get teased a lot about being so quiet and shy. She ignored them for the most part, but in high school things changed fast. She started to grow into her body, became beautiful and all the guys wanted to be with her. She had went on dates before, but many made moves on her and she rejected them all. Even some girls made moves on her, which left her utterly confused. She had lived a sheltered life and never heard of two women being together.

Now that she is in college, she is trying to get her Master's in Science. She will study for long periods of time and do her absolute best. For some extra money on the side, she works at Italia Amor as a waitress. It pays decent, but she's not too fond of the men who frequent there to watch her. Sometimes she wishes she could just hop into the pages of her books and run away. She is looking to keep the past behind her, move on and grow to be the intelligent woman she was born to.

Roleplay Sample

From My Thread On Dreamworld - "To The Death"

Eight years ago, the world was a beautiful place. Trees and flowers lived happily in the yards and town cities with the humans. Lush green was everywhere. People lived carefree and easy lives. The only thing which stopped it all, was one small outbreak, which quickly took over the world. At the first signs of outbreak, the government was scared and unaware what to do. So they sent int heir troops to combat the vile creatures which plagued the land. Many soldiers died, trying to fight the aggressors, who only wished to consume their bodies. Tyson had joined the corp at 18, fresh out of high school, and in his two years with the corp, he was a strong asset. He helped learn the way to kill them, teaching it to his troops across the globe. But the war raged on and the numbers of the undead increased. The military began to fall back, after their brothers in arms turned from the gruesome battle.

Tyson fought as long as he could, but soon retreated to a village some settlers had created. It was a world from the outside, they had people posted at every point, ready and waiting for the undead to scourge their lands. In a couple months time, no outbreak had occurred in the tiny city, leaving the people to finally feel safe and at peace. With the loss of his rifle and pistol, the now 28 year old man, wielded a crossbow. It was easy for him to make arrows as well as retrieve them from the dead corpses.

But in the peace of the land, there were some who wished to take out their frustration and loss on those who patrolled the forests. So Tyson was tasked with gathering a team, teaching them the military ways of fighting, as well as some he had picked up along the way. "Don't waste your ammo, shoot for the head," he said with his Carolina accent, and his thick southern drawl. As he led the group, some died and turned, but were put down before anymore could change. Tyson had done the honors when others could not take the life of their undead friend. They could not separate the life from what was to what is. Tyson soon found himself on these hunts alone. But honestly, he liked it better this way. There was nobody to slow him down.

As he moved from the trees, he noticed a small town up ahead. He had been there before, but there had never been so many zombies gathering around it. Something must have been going on. Taking out his dagger, he killed a couple zombies who lingered on the outside. As their bodies fell, he moved slowly forward. Eying a ladder from a one story building, he climbed up it, dagger pressed tightly in his teeth. As he made it to the rooftop, he walked towards the edge. It was there he saw the person against the wall and the zombies coming in closer and closer. From this distance, Tyson could not tell if the human was male or female, but either way, they needed saving.

Grabbing his crossbow from his back, he aimed it towards the closest zombie and fired it right into the skull. The arrowhead went straight through and got stuck in the eyeball. As the zombie fell to the ground, a string of arrows attacked the ones around him until Tyson knew he could take the rest on hand to hand. Sliding down the drain pipe, he made his way towards the horde. Slicing and dicing as he moved closer to the human. He picked up his arrows and tucked them back into his quiver as he moved to the boy. "Come with me, I'll get you to a safe place from here." He said as he held out his hand.

Out Of Character Information

Your Name/Alias · DarkWolfProwler
How Long Have You Been Roleplaying? · Years
How did you find us? · Owner
What's the best way to contact you? · PM