|Mac (_queen_bee_) wrote,|
@ 2012-03-17 21:11:00
|APPLICATION FOR THE IMMUNE|
|AT A GLANCE...|
|FULL NAME: Nicole Marie Chavez|
ANSWERS TO: Mac (Marie, or Sarah)
FORMER OCCUPATION: Bartender
PRIMARY WEAPON: Any kind of fire arm
CURRENT SAFEHOUSE: Grand Station
PB: Megan Fox
|THE INNER WORKINGS...|
Height: 5’ 6”
Weight: 125 lbs
Hair: Long wavy dark brown
Long dark chestnut colored hair and piercing blue eyes combined with a very tight, fit, curvaceous body makes Mac very easy on the eyes. She can usually be seen wearing something black whether it be a t-shirt, pants, socks, even house shoes. She also prefers to wear form fitting tops with somewhat baggy, or ripped bottoms of some kind. Her hair is usually down, unless there is a big job to be done, and she has an abundance of make-up so she never goes without something on her face. She does love the finer things in life, so she has a few designer name tag items that she managed to keep with her.
Distinguishing Marks: She has various tattoos on her body, some are sayings such as, “We shall all laugh at gilded butterflies” while others are symbols or pictures that mean things to her such as the Marylyn Monroe on her right fore-arm (her favorite actress who didn’t care what others thought of her). The most prominent tattoo is the Trés 60 gang tattoo in between her shoulder blades. It consists of a 3 on the left side, a 6 on the upside, a zero (0) on the right side and a crown at the bottom. The symbols are positioned at the four cardinal points because the Trés 60 are everywhere, and the crown is a symbol of her becoming the leader of the gang when she was only 17 years old.
LIKES: laughter, sex, expensive things, alcohol, McDonald's Big Macs
DISLIKES: super goody-goody people, men with too pretty faces (it makes her want to hit them just to see them bleed)
FEARS: Not being immune if she ever gets bitten
RELIGION: What is the meaning of this word?
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Kinsey Scale: 4 Classification: Bisexual
MARITAL STATUS: Single
PERSONALITY: Grade-A 100% genuine heartless B-I-T-C-H is one of the best ways to describe Mac. She loves having control over people and loves having people at her beck and call. Her most favorite thing is manipulating and playing mind games with people. Other than just pure physical torture, she revels in mentally tormenting someone and then watching him/her unwind and go completely nuts. She had a heart once and a bit of a conscience too, but all that was violently ripped from her life. Now she prefers to be in control by any means necessary, be the center of attention, and torture all those who are “beneath” her.
She has a semi-soft side to her but Mac chalks that up to selfishness. According to her, she is only with her current safehouse to save her own ass because she couldn't possibly care enough about anothern human being to actually protect them. In reality, one or two may have crept under her skin enough for her to want to hang around. Mac can be very seductive when she wants to be and she usually gets what/whom she's after and can leave a pretty good impression when she's through. She has an insatiable appetite for skin-to-skin, human contact. Yes, she's a cuddler, but tell anyone that and you'll fashion a pretty nasty scar. She's also a good drinking buddy and tells it like it is.
DATE OF BIRTH: April 4, 1994
PLACE OF BIRTH: The Bronx- New York City, New York
PARENTS: Mother: Emily Smith
Father: Jesus Chavez- Deceased- 9/11
MISC FAMILY: Step Father: Refugio Del a Paz- murdered. :)
Nicole Marie Chavez was born in the Bronx New York on April 4, 1994 under the stubborn, strong-willed sign of Ares. Her mother, Emily Smith Chavez had actually been disowned by her rich family and their fortune because she fell in love and married Jesus Chavez, a Hispanic American living in New York making a humble career as a fire fighter. Life for the couple was tight but happy. Emily worked as a secretary in an up and coming law firm to help bring in money. Then they had Nicole, and things got tighter, but still they were happy. You, Me, and Baby makes three kind of motto. All that came crashing down on September 11, 2001. Jesus wasn’t even supposed to be on duty, having already pulled a double shift. But the planes hit and there was a massive call to arms. How could he say no? This was his city, his state, his home, and no one expected what happened next. Emily sat down with little Nicole in her arms and watched the television in horror as the first tower of the World Trade Center collapsed, her beloved husband still inside.
After the tragedy, Emily did her best to try and keep the finances a float, but things were harder all over the country. Her boss, Refugio Del a Paz, a man who had become a power defense attorney by less than honest means, had noticed Emily and kept an eye on her from the minute she started working at his firm. Now her husband was out of the way, and he needed to look credible by having a family, and thus started courting her. Emily married Del a Paz and finally came into all the money she had been previously accustomed too. Nicole was spoiled too: fancy clothes, shiny and sparkly toys and birthdays at various Disney parks, but all this was just to keep her occupied. When Nicole went to sleep at night, she dreamt of her real father; his smile, his laugh, play time at the park, even peek-a-boo. She also had nightmares about the tower collasping and watching has her father died.
When Nicole was sixteen, she met a lovely young lady by the name of Carmen, who worked at a grocery store that Nicole always loitered around after school. At first the two were just friends, but it soon became apparent to them both that there was something more. Nicole moved out of her fancy mansion-like apartment suit in up-town Manhattan, and moved in with her 19 year old girlfriend in their one bedroom flat in the Bronx. Carmen didn’t want Nicole to quit school, like she had, so she worked double shifts to pay for the bills while Nicole took double classes so she could graduate early. Carmen even came up with the nick name ‘Mac’, because the two would always go to McDonalds whenever they had extra money to spare, and they were tired of sandwiches and Ramen, and Nicole just couldn’t get enough of McDonald’s Big Macs. So Carmen started calling her 'Mac' all the time because of her girlfriend's adorable obsession and they both loved it.
Now Del a Paz, of course was furious. Nicole’s stunt tarnished his “reputation” and he just couldn’t have people noticing “shady” things about him and his life. He was a prosecutor now and he was putting away some of the criminals he once defended, all except for one mob boss that kept him very well funded. Well, Jyme Villarreal, the leader of a very powerful nationwide gang, the Trés 60, and a former client of Del a Paz, was quite upset when he heard that he was suddenly being pursued. Villarreal wanted him to shut-up. Hearing that young Nicole left the home, Villarreal set up a plan for his men to kidnap her in exchange for some money and of course Del a Paz to keep his mouth shut. So, one day Mac came back from grocery shopping and found the apartment empty and a note on the kitchen counter. A second later her phone went off and her mother’s hysteric voice wailed through. “Give me back my daughter you assholes!” Mac blinked. She had never heard her mom raise her voice, much less cuss. She spoke to her mother and discovered that they too had received a note, and in the note it told them that she had been kidnapped. Mac finally realized that the men had taken the wrong woman and took Carmen instead of her. She pleaded with her parents to help her get Carmen back, but Del a Paz would hear nothing of it. Why should he pay ransom for the wrong girl? So Mack met the men by herself. She watched as a dark car pulled up at the arranged meeting spot by a secluded pier, and two rough looking men with tattoos all over their bodies yanked a scared, crying and bound Carmen out of the back seat. Mac wanted to run to her but stood her ground for negotiations. But once she started talking and told them who she was, the two men raised their hands to silence her. Then, in a quick sequence of events, one man placed Carmen on her knees, cut her ties, and just as both women thought she was free, the other man shot her twice in the head. Mac screamed and rushed to her side. She didn’t notice when they left, barely heard their threat about how she’d be next if her father didn’t keep quiet, and scarcely noticed when the police finally showed up. She just sat there, holding her lover’s lifeless bleeding body, blood covering her arms and chest and even her face, for Mac had leaned down to place soft kisses on the other woman’s head, as she rocked back and forth in her numbing sorrow.
As she wiped away her last tear, Mac wiped away the last of her humanity. She let the hate for her step-father and the hate for the men who killed Carmen consume her until all she wanted was to watch them all beg for their lives while she bathed in their blood, making their deaths as slow and painful as possible. She devised a brilliant plan. Knowing that the mob still had her step-daddy in their pocket and that the Trés 60 wanted him quiet, she came up with a way for them to destroy each other. She told her father that he should arrange a secret meeting with the gang and to bring some of his “men” for back up. Then, the very angry and very clever sixteen year old put on her shortest skirt and her tightest low cut tank top and went looking for Villarreal. She found him in one of his usual hang out, some random strip joint, and she “convinced” him to let his men go to the meeting, but armed. “I want my ‘father’ dead, but please leave him to me,” she sweetly pleaded, sitting on his lap and playing with his ear. Villarreal, whose main weakness was women, sent his men to the meeting, including the two who had kidnapped and murdered Carmen, and just as Mac planned it, the two rivals fought it out, killing each other in a glorious blood bath. Villarreal kept his promise, and Mac found her step father hiding behind a dumpster, a shelter he had no doubt taken up when the shooting started. He put his hand out to Mac and said, “My little girl, let’s go home now.” She looked down at the pathetic man, nothing but cold hatred burning in her blue eyes, and pulled out a gun, the same one used to kill her beloved. She pointed it at him and said, “I’ll see you in hell daddy.” She put two in his head, unblinkingly and left to go ‘report back’ to Villarreal.
The gang then officially gave her the Trés 60 tattoo, inducting her into the gang. After that initiation, she was able to get as close to Villarreal as she liked, especially since everyone thought she was doing him. One day, after about a week of the charade, Mac went behind him, making like she was going to give him a massage, but instead she took a knife to his throat and cleanly cut him ear to ear. She kicked the body out of its chair, licked one side of the blade and then declared herself the new leader of the gang. The Tres 60 was divided when it came to having a woman leader. Those who stood by her side taught her how to fight and use weapons, those who were against her either left quietly or were shot on site.
In two years, Mac had established a pretty long list of charges against her, to include but not limited to, racketeering, illigal gambling, blackmail, murder in many forms, B&E, grand larsony, and bribery. But the police could never make anything stick. After Mac's 18th birthday, she began realizing how boring her new life was. She never was able to settle down with anyone because as the Tres 60 leader she had to show no weakness. She quietly stepped down from her position, passing it to her second in command over the course of a week. Then she disappeared off their radar, finding a quite job working as a bartender at an Irish pub, far from Tres 60 territory. She went by another name for the next few years until the infection came knocking on her door, so to speak. A regular to the pub came in one night and seemed fine at first. Then he turned and started attacking. Mac, who never went anywhere without at least one fire arm, took it upon herself to take down the infected man. After making it back to her own apartment, she packed up a few things and began looking for shelter. She's currently staying at Grand Station and works as a perimeter guard, shooting anything infected that moves. Since joining with this safehouse, she's been cooperative enough as to not cause internal drama amoung survivors. She does kind of need their help if she wants to stay a live.
|Answer the following from the POV of your character.|
HI THERE, HOW ARE YOU? Fuck off.
WHAT'S YOUR NAME? Marie Fucking Antoinette. Why do you care?
HOW OLD ARE YOU? Twenty-four
WHERE ARE YOU FROM? Your ass
WHAT'S YOUR BEST MEMORY?
AND THE WORST? Carmen's murder
WHAT DID YOU DO BEFORE THE OUTBREAK? I poured sad and lonely men drinks while they complained about their pathetic lives
DO YOU REMEMBER WHERE YOU WERE WHEN THE OUTBREAK STARTED? Shooting Range
IF YOU ARE ONE OF THE IMMUNE, WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THAT?
IF YOU ARE NOT ONE OF THE IMMUNE, HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT WHAT THE IMMUNE DO? I feel just freakin peachy about. Not.
WHAT DO YOU MISS THE MOST ABOUT LIFE BEFORE THE OUTBREAK? Absolutely nothing. Life was crap before it, this just gives me something to do.
WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON THE INFECTION? I have been through enough tragedy and loss, this mean absolutely nothing to me. I have no one else left to lose, but I do enjoy shooting the hell out of the zombies.
|NAME: Deb (that one chick, crazy, hey you)|
CONTACT POST: http://users.insanejournal.com/_queen_b
IS THIS A PREMADE?: Yes (ish)
- WHICH PREMADE IS THIS FOR?: George
- HAVE YOU CONTACTED THE PLAYER WHO POSTED THE PREMADE?: Yes ma'am/sir/mod
HAVE YOU READ THE RULES?: Yes
IN THE RULES, HOW MANY FORMS OF ACTIVITY DO JOURNALS COUNT FOR?: One out of three
HOW DID YOU HEAR ABOUT THIS GAME?: Found it via my friend Tim