<span class="bbc_u"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Approved Character Bios</span></strong></span><sub>(Continued)</sub><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>(http://www.zen90682.zen.co.uk/Caitlin.jpg)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Basic Details:-</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Name:</span>Caitlin Walker<br/><span class="bbc_u">Gender:</span>Female<br/><span class="bbc_u">Born:</span>Livingston, New York<br/><span class="bbc_u">Current Residence:</span>Romero, New York<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Appearance and Physical Traits</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Height:</span>5'6" (173 cm)<br/><span class="bbc_u">Weight:</span>144 lbs (65 kg)<br/><span class="bbc_u">Age:</span>26 (December 21, 1986)<br/><span class="bbc_u">Race/Skin Tone:</span>Caucasian<br/><span class="bbc_u">Eyes:</span>Soft Blue<br/><span class="bbc_u">Hair:</span>Strawberry Blonde<br/><span class="bbc_u">General Appearance:</span>Caitlin prefers casual clothing when she's at home. She wears her hair either loose or in a ponytail. She has a fit and toned body, B cup breasts, and follows a healthy diet.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Fitness:</span>She's very fit; she jogs four miles every day before breakfast and visits the gym two times a week. She also enjoys competing in running competitions, and runs half a marathon every year at the marathon of New York.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Distinguishing Marks:</span>Her shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair. Caitlin used to have freckles as a child, this still shows if she sits in the sun for a while. She also has a cherry tattoo on the left side of her mons veneris, but this is hidden from public view.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Mental Traits and Personality</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Personality:</span>Caitlin is friendly, kind, funny, loyal, caring, but also has a problem trusting people/ letting people get close. She's easily stressed, especially when things don't go as planned, and it doesn't take much to scare her, although she learned not to scream at everything scary.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Phobias or Fears:</span>Fears thunder (in general she fears loud unexpected sounds), germs, and infections.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Addictions or Substances or Behaviours you abuse: </span>Caitlin is a social drinker. She used to smoke in her teenage years, but quit the habit when she entered college and her boyfriend - now fiancé - disapproved of it. She still gets the urge to pick up a cigarette when she's under a lot of stress. She smoked weed several times, but after learning about the negative effects on prolonged usage she gave up on that.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Family</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Parents:</span>  Martha (53) and Dennis (54), were still living in Livingston when the Apocalypse hit. Her parents owned the local grocery store, and made enough money that way to send Caitlin to College.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Siblings:</span>  Brandon (17), her eight year younger brother. He used to tease her about the walking dead, spied on her whenever he could ever since he became twelve, and was a general pain in the ass due to his younger age.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Extended family:</span> Killian (56), her father's older brother. She used to be close to him when she grew up, but he moved out of Livingston to the west coast when she was eleven years old. She rarely saw him ever since.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>History</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Overall background:</span>  <br/>Childhood<br/>Caitlin grew up in Livingston, New York, a small village with a little more than 2,000 inhabitants where everybody really knows everybody. Her parents were hardworking people who often came home late, leaving Caitlin to her own devices between the hours of getting off school and her parents coming home.<br/><br/>Caitlin was also a bit of a tomboy, enjoying the wild games with the neighborhood kids. She joined the girl scouts when she was six years old and picked up many useful survival skills, while she enjoyed camping in the outdoors.<br/><br/>Teenage years<br/>Caitlin turned from a tomboy into a beautiful teenage girl, who scored high marks in her biology classes. She also enjoyed helping people, and as a result she chose to become a nurse once she finished high school.<br/><br/>College<br/>In college she picked up the habit to go running with several of her friends. She enjoyed staying fit a lot and it was a fun social exercise. Any fat she had was gone within months and her daily exercise resulted in a fit, toned, and healthy body.<br/><br/>Career<br/>She finished college when she was twenty-two, and worked as a full-time nurse ever since. <br/>She met her fiancé, Rick Patterson, in college. He proposed to her last summer and they planned to marry in February next year.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Friends and Enemies</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Friends:</span>  Rick Patterson (fiancé), Hillary Green (college friend who also became a nurse at the local hospital), Jennifer Patterson (Rick's younger sister).<br/><span class="bbc_u">Personal enemies:</span> Nobody; in general she doesn't let people get close enough to become her enemy. She does have a strong distaste for her supervisor.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Job and Economic Status</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Current job:</span>  Nurse at the local Hospital.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Living conditions:</span>  Caitlin and Rick rented an old apartment in one of the apartment buildings downtown Romero, until they saved up enough money to buy their own house.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Transportation:</span>  Caitlin drove an old beat up Ford to get to and from work, and to do her grocery shopping. She preferred to walk if she didn't have to travel far.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Religion and Ethics</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Beliefs:</span>  Atheist, though raised in a Christian family with Christian values. As a teenager she rebelled against going to church and once she turned fifteen her parents let her stay home on Sunday mornings.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Ethics and Law:</span>  Caitlin is a lawful person and upstanding citizen. She feels bad when driving through a red light, even if she's in a hurry and the streets are empty. She wants to do the right thing and treat everybody fair, as long as it doesn't come at her own cost.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Killing:</span>  Caitlin beliefs in survival of the fittest. Although she'll go through great lengths to save people, if her own life is jeopardy she'll always go with the option that ensures her own survival, even if it means the death of others, including killing them if she's forced to. She prefers fleeing over fighting, however, and will only resort to the latter when it's the only option left.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Relationships, Romance</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Married or in a Committed Relationship:</span>  Engaged.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Dating:</span>  At least once every two weeks with her fiancé.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Heterosexual, Bisexual, Gay, or other:</span>  Bi-curious<br/><span class="bbc_u">Sexual Desires:</span>  Caitlin loves to experiment, but she's not a big fan of heavy bondage, although light bondage is okay with her. She prefers vanilla sex, including anal, and enjoys experimenting with different positions. She also likes to take charge and is an active and passionate lover. Although she's never been with a woman before, she did fantasize about having sex with her best friend, Hillary, with who she even made out and felt up when they were both tipsy in college.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Daily Routine</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Daily Routine:</span>  Caitlin gets up at 6:30 am for her thirty minute jog, after which she eats breakfast. She drives to work at 7:30 am and starts her shift at 8:00 am until 4:30 pm. Depending on their stock, she either goes to the mall to purchase new groceries, or drives home immediately and does several housekeeping chores until 6:00 pm, after which she starts cooking dinner for her and her fiancé. She goes to bed at 10:30 pm. If she has the night shift she wakes up six hours later, but generally follows the same pattern.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Five people you see most often: </span> Her fiancé, her best friend, her fiancé's little sister, her supervisor, and the landlord.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Favourite thing about your daily routine:</span>  Jogging, it's the only moment of the day when she can truly relax with a not a single worry on her mind.<br/><br/></div></div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>(http://www.zen90682.zen.co.uk/Carl.jpg)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Basic Details:-</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Name:</span>Carl Johnson<br/><span class="bbc_u">Gender:</span>Male<br/><span class="bbc_u">Born:</span>Gilbertsville, New York<br/><span class="bbc_u">Current Residence:</span>Romero, New York<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Appearance and Physical Traits</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Height:</span>5'11" (178 cm)<br/><span class="bbc_u">Weight:</span>191lbs (87 kg)<br/><span class="bbc_u">Age:</span>64 (July 4, 1948)<br/><span class="bbc_u">Race/Skin Tone:</span>Caucasian<br/><span class="bbc_u">Eyes:</span>Blue Gray (Penetrating ice cold gaze)<br/><span class="bbc_u">Hair:</span>Gray and mostly bald<br/><span class="bbc_u">General Appearance:</span>Due to his poor eyesight he has to wear glasses. Generally he wears his black priest robes with a silver cross on top. He prefers to wear loose robes, to hide his overweight belly. His balding head lights up when he stands under lamps. He's vain and spends at least five minutes in front of the mirror before he has to appear in public, even going so far to pluck his eyebrows if he thinks a single hair is out of line.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Fitness:</span>He never enjoyed working out, and considers running below his standard. He's a priest, and as such he carries himself with the dignity of walking. If it means that others have to wait for him, then so be it. As a servant of God he deserves no less than the utmost respect. As a result, however, he has a very poor stamina and is easily out of breath when he has to do just about anything.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Distinguishing Marks:</span>His silver cross, small-rimmed glasses, balding head, and black robes.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Mental Traits and Personality</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Personality:</span>Vain, self-conceited, superiority complex, easy-talker, manipulator, lazy, and charismatic.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Phobias or Fears:</span>Demons, hell spawn, darkness in general.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Addictions or Substances or Behaviours you abuse: </span>Wine (only the best), pornography, cigars.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Family</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Parents:</span>  Sharon (deceased), Hank (deceased)<br/><span class="bbc_u">Siblings:</span>  Timothy (62), Bethany (60), Billy (58), and Sandra (54)<br/><span class="bbc_u">Extended family:</span> Too many to name, however, none live close-by nor do they visit him, or vice versa.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>History</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Overall background:</span>  <br/>Childhood<br/>Carl Johnson grew up in a deeply religious household, in a small laid back village. His family attended the catholic church every Sunday. His father was a baker, while his mother worked at the local post office.<br/><br/>Teenage years<br/>As a teen Carl was a mediocre student who often got into trouble for not doing his homework. He actually enjoyed it more to go out shooting at stuff with the boys and wrestle with them. He turned out to have a talent for shooting various weapons and became a quick shot with handguns.<br/><br/>After a strong intervention from his father and the local priest, however, he was forced to improve his life and do the Lord's bidding. As a result he became a choir boy and had to help out the local priest after school and the majority of his Saturdays, until it was time for dinner. It was a job he absolutely despised, until he learned the power and influence a priest really carried, at which point he started to pay more attention and got interested in 'the holy ways' for his own selfish gain. <br/><br/>College<br/>Since Carl's grades weren't good enough to get into college and since he also didn't want to accept an apprenticeship, he choose to become a priest, especially since he had long since learned that once he secured a good position in the church he didn't actually have to do all that much and could just let others do his bidding instead.<br/><br/>Career<br/>After several ministries at smaller churches he was accepted at one of the Catholic churches of Romero in 1998, where he served ever since. He followed the teachings of absolute morale, preaching hell and damnation to his followers if they didn't completely abstain from sex before marriage and didn't do the Lord's bidding. <br/><br/>He had turned into a god fearing man, blaming everything wrong on the devil and his minions. He strongly beliefs that the apocalypse is the work of God for all the sins that mankind had committed.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Friends and Enemies</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Friends:</span>  Father Williams, Father Brown, Father Bush, the mayor.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Personal enemies:</span>  Atheists, the LBGT community, and people who give him orders.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Job and Economic Status</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Current job:</span>  Priest<br/><span class="bbc_u">Living conditions:</span>  Carl lives in a luxurious apartment next to the church.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Transportation:</span>  He drives in a modest, classic car. He wants to keep up appearances that he lives a modest life, rather than letting people onto the luxurious life he's actually living.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Religion and Ethics</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Beliefs:</span>  Roman catholic<br/><span class="bbc_u">Ethics and Law:</span>  He beliefs in upholding the Ten Commandments, or least beliefs in preaching others to uphold them.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Killing:</span>  This comes surprisingly easy to him, under the guise of killing heathens or demons. As long as he can somehow justify it from a biblical point of view, he has no issue whatsoever with killing even the young and innocent.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Relationships, Romance</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Married or in a Committed Relationship:</span>  Single<br/><span class="bbc_u">Dating:</span>  No<br/><span class="bbc_u">Heterosexual, Bisexual, Gay, or other:</span>  In the closet gay<br/><span class="bbc_u">Sexual Desires:</span>  Plentiful; he dreams of having orgies involving both men and women where he's in charge and orders people in how to pleasure him. Any kind of sexual contact goes, as long as he's in command. His values, however, prevent him from acting out his fantasies and he considers them ways of the Devil to persuade him to the dark side.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Daily Routine</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Daily Routine:</span>  Carl gets up 7:00 am and eats his breakfast. Although the usual morning prayers start at 6:00 am, Carl is not a morning person and he came up with excuses years ago to let his underlings handle that chore for him. He handles the 8:00 am prayers instead, and then goes on about fulfilling the daily rituals until the midday prayer of 12:00 pm. He handles his administration and house visits until 5:00 pm, after which he returns home. He does the evening prayer at 6:00 pm, and eats dinner, which gets prepared for him every evening at 6:15 pm. He often has guests over for dinner, during which he tries to spread his influence. He does the night prayers at 8:00 and 10:00 pm, and goes to bed at 10:30 pm.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Five people you see most often: </span> Fellow priests, underlings, churchgoers.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Favourite thing about your daily routine:</span>  Dinner time, since it allows him to manipulate the people who are important to him.<br/><br/></div></div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>(http://www.zen90682.zen.co.uk/mac.jpg)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Basic Details:-</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Name:</span>James MacAvoy<br/><span class="bbc_u">Gender:</span>Male<br/><span class="bbc_u">Born:</span>January 28th, 1978<br/><span class="bbc_u">Current Residence:</span>Bridgewater State Hospital, Massachusetts<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Appearance and Physical Traits</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Height:</span>6 feet even<br/><span class="bbc_u">Weight:</span>190 lbs<br/><span class="bbc_u">Age:</span>28<br/><span class="bbc_u">Race/Skin Tone:</span>Caucasian, white<br/><span class="bbc_u">Eyes:</span>Green<br/><span class="bbc_u">Hair:</span>None<br/><span class="bbc_u">General Appearance:</span>Big, brawny yet lean, powerful<br/><span class="bbc_u">Fitness:</span>In perfect condition<br/><span class="bbc_u">Distinguishing Marks:</span>Knife scar in his upper right shoulder, knife and crossbones over his back, other small ones over his body.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Mental Traits and Personality</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Personality:</span>Hard and cold, not quite uncaring, but it would take a lot to make him care for something. Loyal and respectful, always addressing a person by 'Sir' or 'Ma'am' when he is in a good mood. Easy to anger, and hard to cool off.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Phobias or Fears:</span>Insects in general, doctors and meds.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Addictions or Substances or Behaviours you abuse: </span>A smoker and a drinker<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Family</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Parents:</span>  None<br/><span class="bbc_u">Siblings:</span>  None<br/><span class="bbc_u">Extended family:</span> None<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>History</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Overall background:</span>  Was abandoned to the care of an orphanage run by nuns in the Bronx. He grew up there, taught his manners, his prayers, and an almost obsessive cleanliness. He never had any interest in finding his parents and seemed to be content growing up in the orphanage, at some points even thinking about joining some order or another. But he quickly dropped that idea once puberty hit and he had a taste for the womenfolk, and celibacy was not an option.<br/><br/>Due to a violent streak that developed, he was never adopted, and at the age of 15 he ran away from the orphanage and started running with a bad crowd. Soon, he had earned something of a reputation with his fists and quickly got taken under the wing of an enforcer in a ring of the Irish Mob. He did rather well there until a bar brawl with men of a rival ring and put three men in the hospital, one dying soon thereafter. He took the fall for it, and his lawyer pleaded that he was criminally insane, due to his already quite considerable rep, and so he was serving a life sentence in Bridgewater.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Friends and Enemies</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Friends:</span>  None anymore<br/><span class="bbc_u">Personal enemies:</span> Many<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Job and Economic Status</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Current job:</span>  Inmate<br/><span class="bbc_u">Living conditions:</span>  Cell<br/><span class="bbc_u">Transportation:</span>  He steals one of the orderly's motorcycles in his escape<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Religion and Ethics</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Beliefs:</span>  Catholic<br/><span class="bbc_u">Ethics and Law:</span>  Flexible<br/><span class="bbc_u">Killing:</span>  If the person deserves it, owes money, or somehow angered the person that is paying him.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Relationships, Romance</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Married or in a Committed Relationship:</span>  Nope<br/><span class="bbc_u">Dating:</span>  Nu-uh<br/><span class="bbc_u">Heterosexual, Bisexual, Gay, or other:</span>  Straight<br/><span class="bbc_u">Sexual Desires:</span>  Lots!<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Daily Routine</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Daily Routine:</span>  Wake up at 8 AM, mess hall, outside time (not really), mandatory session with that fucking shrink, mess hall again, inside time, mess hall, and cell.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Five people you see most often: </span> Guards, orderlies, said fucking shrink<br/><span class="bbc_u">Favourite thing about your daily routine:</span>  Daydreaming about beating the shrink up with a baseball bat for asking too many questions.<br/><br/></div></div><br/><br/>(http://www.zen90682.zen.co.uk/placegirl.jpg)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Basic Details:-</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Name:</span>Mary Aston<br/><span class="bbc_u">Gender:</span>Female<br/><span class="bbc_u">Born:</span>New England<br/><span class="bbc_u">Current Residence:</span>Lives in New York, New York.  Also has a place in the Hamptons<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Appearance and Physical Traits</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Height:</span>5'6"<br/><span class="bbc_u">Weight:</span>129 lbs<br/><span class="bbc_u">Age:</span>38<br/><span class="bbc_u">Race/Skin Tone:</span>Caucasian<br/><span class="bbc_u">Eyes:</span>Blue<br/><span class="bbc_u">Hair:</span>Previously bottle blonde.Increasingly a darker blonde with the odd grey hair.<br/><span class="bbc_u">General Appearance:</span>Twinset and pearls, slightly nasal New England accent.Bree from Desperate Housewives is the archetype.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Fitness:</span>Previously quite good due to regular sessions with her personal trainer.Starting to slip as the effects of hunger and deprivation kick in.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Distinguishing Marks:</span>Good heavens no.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Mental Traits and Personality</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Personality:</span>Born wealthy and married in to more.  Led something of a sheltered life in terms of useful skills in a zombie apocalypse but has a tough core previous only seen in Neighbourhood Association meetings and charity boards.  Card carrying republican, most of the country's problems could be resolved if people took a little more initiative for their problems instead of relying on the government.  Not that she does of course; she has a husband.  This is other people we're talking about, not her.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Phobias or Fears:</span>The entire situation is something of a fear for her.  A previously unacknowledged one of losing the privileges of her class.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Addictions or Substances or Behaviours you abuse: </span>Enjoys the odd valium, but running a little low.  Traditionally would take a couple of glasses of wine with her evening meal but again not for a while.Might have a drop of wine at other times, if the mood strikes.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Family</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Parents:</span>  John and Sarah Parker.  Alive (last she heard at least) in New England.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Siblings:</span>  A brother working as a tax lawyer in Atlanta, another working as a Congressional Aide in Washington.  Both alive last she heard.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Extended family:</span> Nothing of particular interest.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>History</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Overall background:</span>  Born to wealthy parents in a wealthy area.Privately educated through to college which she attended to pick up her MRS.  Accidentally got a degree in sociology as well, though that was hardly the aim and she's forgotten most of it.  Met her future husband at the country club, dated at the golf club, wedding reception was back at the country club.  Six columns in the local paper.  It's not that she didn't/doesn't care for him, simply that most of what she talks about in her life are the places she went with him, the things they bought together and so forth as opposed to actually him.<br/><br/>He worked in contract law for a city firm leaving her to fill her time with charities, bridge, lusting after gardeners, valium, the neighbourhood association and culture.  She joined the NRA at her husband's urging and has fired the gun they keep in their New York apartment a few times, though isn't terribly good.  He works early and late so her main social interaction is with the other wives of her husband's business colleagues and the members of the various boards, organisations and charities with which she spends her time.<br/><br/>Regularly they travelled upstate and took a leisurely drive back, occasionally going through relative slums like Romero to get the visceral thrill of seeing all over those Hispanics and people she never refers to as Negros out loud.  It's not that she's racist per se, more utterly unexposed to that portion of the world that isn't a wealthy WASP.  A lot of them are terrorists, anyway.  Isn't it odd that Obama took so long to show his birth certificate?  Not that she believes any of that nonsense of course but, well, it is a little strange don't you think?  At least that's what her husband says and he certainly seems to know what he's talking about.<br/><br/>One such drive landed them for the night in the Adelphi in Romero.  When room service didn't arrive her husband went looking for it.  That was quite some time ago now, and things have gone downhill from there.  Two days in the hotel room before a banging on the door started.  Three nights sleeping on the balcony - if you can really call it that, honestly would it kill these people to put out some plants or something?  Two nights in the next door room accessed by a terrifying traversal of the two foot gap between their balcony and hers.  Now huddled in the increasingly foul smelling kitchen after a desperate hunger inspired dash from next door's room.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Friends and Enemies</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Friends:</span>  <br/><span class="bbc_u">Personal enemies:</span> <br/><br/>Realistically the classes or people are the same.  She has no close friends but a huge circle of acquaintances.  All of whom constantly move up and down her tacit internal ranking based on a vast number of factors.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Job and Economic Status</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Current job:</span>  Unemployed, technically, though not looking for work.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Living conditions:</span>  A plush apartment in Manhattan near her husband's work.  Decorated with those artworks that her fellow members of the Museum's fundraising board assures her are good investments.  Or assures her husband's accountant, technically.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Transportation:</span>  Doesn't drive herself.  Does have a licence but it's been so long she's not certain she remembers.  Their building has a number of drivers on retainer, she just uses one of those if travelling alone.  <br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Religion and Ethics</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Beliefs:</span>  An unexamined vague Protestantism.  Her belief is more in the church itself - she hasn't missed a Sunday in years, than in anything divine.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Ethics and Law:</span>  Again mostly unexamined.  Her stated beliefs are a series of catchphrases she's picked up from her husband.  If you criminalise guns and so forth.  She's law abiding herself but accepts that the law is what lawyers make it, not what lawmakers think it should be.  Which is probably for the best, anyone can be a lawmaker but it takes a certain something to be a lawyer.  At her heart she probably does follow something of a right wing line but has never really applied her belief in hard work and such like to her own circumstances.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Killing:</span>  A man's home is his castle, and if someone comes bursting in then they get what's coming to them.  Whether she could actually pull the trigger herself…she's not sure.  Probably.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Relationships, Romance</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Married or in a Committed Relationship:</span>  Married to John Aston.  Missing presumed zombie.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Dating:</span>  In actuality: no one.  In occasional flashes of thought: a succession of gardeners, drivers, doormen, business colleagues of her husband, husbands of her "friends"...<br/><span class="bbc_u">Heterosexual, Bisexual, Gay, or other:</span>  Heterosexual, of course.  It's not that she has anything against those people, you understand.  It's just, well, it's an odd choice to make isn't it?  Not natural, if you ask her.  Again, this is largely based on nothing.  To the best of her knowledge she's never actually met anyone who's not heterosexual.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Sexual Desires:</span>  Well, if you really must know.  Missionary three times a week.  She gave him a blow job once when a bit drunk but didn't really care for it.  Most people, she imagines, think about being thrown onto an expensive shag pile carpet and ravaged by a well built intruder.  Large black hands holding down her small white ones… It's probably quite common, not that she has ever checked.  <br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Daily Routine</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Daily Routine:</span>  Wake up.  Husband will be gone several hours by this point.  Freshly squeezed orange juice and some sort of fruit, depending on what her current diet is.    A two in seven chance she has a hair or nails appointment, a three in seven chance her personal trainer is visiting.  Leaving a two in seven chance of maybe having a drop of wine, certainly not a full glass, and concocting a variety of situations involving her personal trainer or possibly some other crush du jour.<br/><br/>Probably some sort of meeting in the afternoon for one of her various groups.  Pass some comments with those of her circle whose husbands are doing well on those of her circle whose husbands aren't.  If, heavens forbid, her husband has suffered some sort of setback she might well treat herself to a valium before said meeting.  Honestly, a lot of those people are harpies and she just knows they're all talking about it.<br/><br/>Husband probably wouldn't be home by the time she got back so maybe half a glass - never more- of wine.  Maybe fifteen minutes on the treadmill or half an hour on the thighmaster then another two or three half glasses of wine to while away the long evening.  She'll probably be in bed by the time her husband returns but if not then meaningless small talk over the evening meal.  She'll likely treat herself to a glass of wine or two at this point, but she's careful to limit herself to two glasses a day.  It should be noted that "half glasses" of wine or "drops" of wine in no way contribute to her hard maximum of two glasses a day.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Five people you see most often: </span> Personal trainer, driver, hairdresser, whichever two of the familiar faces that populate her social circle are most in favour at that moment.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Favourite thing about your daily routine:</span>  Well, after a busy day she does like to unwind with what little wine she allows herself.<br/><br/></div></div><br/><br/>