A SURVIVOR HAS APPEARED!
» Full Name: Cosima Poklonskaya » Alias: Dreads, Poklo or Cos » Age: Twenty-eight » Prior Occupation: Lieutenant for the KGB before it dissolved. Student at University of Seoul / Hitman. » Role: Hunter & Marksmen
Brief summary of your muse prior to the outbreak:
I. ❝— YOU WILL NEVER MOUNT TO ANYTHING IN YOUR LIFE, YOU ARE A LOST CAUSE.❞ those pierced her ears; her confidence was destroyed at the age of ten, her bureaucratic family laughed at her aspirations and goals to succeed. The ten year old, doe eyed short statured girl was going to prove them wrong, it was all about timing and being patient in doing so. Her life was dull within the walls of an exquisite estate— that she never really cared for. ❝— WHY CAN’T YOU BE LIKE YOUR BROTHERS❞ ‘I don’t want to waste my life away living off your riches or becoming the sort who becomes famous by accident.’ ❝— GET OUT OF MY SIGHT, YOU ARE A LOST CAUSE.❞
II. Eight years on and she is still in the same beautiful architecture that surrounded her the hell that she shared with her brothers. It was the day before her eighteenth birthday she had big announcement to tell her family. She had grown up to a head strong and determined young women. Cosima stood up from the table with her left hand clutching onto her glass of whiskey. Small murmuring from the other tables which were filled with a few friends but the most chair fillers was her father’s bureaucrats and business men. They never said no to a party. Clearing her throat which was followed by silence ❝— I’M JOINING THE ARMY.❞ Silence with faint gasps that sliced her ears. Everyone was stunned until words escaped one of her father’s bureaucratic friend’s mouth ❝— YOU’LL BE A FINE SOLDIER, MISS POKLONSKAYA.❞
It displeased her parents and her older siblings. ❝— but you’re a women you can’t be a soldier, never. You’re a lost cause❞ those words again. Cosima threw her whiskey filled glass against the mahogany table a large shard of glass was trapped in her palm she clutched it tight in anger. ❝—YOU CAN’T STOP ME FROM JOINING THE ARMY. I’M NOT A LOST CAUSE—OH WAIT FATHER ARE YOU SCARED THAT YOUR DAUGHTER WILL BE A BETTER SOLDIER? ❞Cosima scoffed but a wince escaped her mouth as she gripped tighter onto the shard that was in her palm. She didn’t care her. ❝—THIS WON’T BE THE LAST. I’LL PROVE YOU ALL WRONG. I’M LEAVING❞ throwing the glass shard into the table in front of her, grabbing the handkerchief from her father’s breast pocket, with it swiftly wrapped around her injury, with the last courteous bow. Cosima took her leave with very little baggage, with that she said the last goodbye.
III. Cosima studied, trained and prepared herself mentally, in pursuing her military career; successfully. Cosima was on the honour roll in the military. She had a choice of the strongest army thanks to her family. Russian Army (fathers nationality). Her determination and hard work paid off. She joined the KGB. Her skills were rewarded in protecting the motherland and capturing spies of the state, as a woman in a male dominated world they awarded her because of her dedication the military she was promoted to lieutenant colonel. Protecting and Serving her country with the best of her ability. She wasn’t in it for the medals or the glory all she wanted to do was to protect her country. Everything was becoming setting in stone for Cosima until something she thought wouldn’t affect her role in the military.
A minor injury and a lower ranking officer who wasn’t so keen on taking orders from a women, Offended the man. It wouldn’t last long. The KGB dissolved, which reverted her to the Korean army (mothers nationality) only to last a few years until she was diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder. It was time for something new to make her pump with adrenaline and to use her military training to use.
IV. Well, with Cosima freshly out of the army and wanting to make a fresh start for herself, packing her bags from the base and swiftly moving to the bustling metropolitan, Seoul is not the perfect city it’s overflowing with sin and deceit, but nothing and no one is perfect, she clearly wasn’t perfect Cosima believed no one was perfect. The city held potential that made her life exciting, she didn’t know why or how but she was already hooked when she took in the crime riddled city. It was intoxicating. Having odd jobs here there to make ends meet and just enough money to pay the rent and with little food, she took the opportunity to open her business, a guilty pleasure of hers. Cosima became a student studying Evolutionary Developmental Biology at the University of Seoul, while doing odd jobs as a Hitman at night to keep her military adrenaline flowing and able have some money to back up if anything turns to shit. Cosima spoke to soon.
Brief summary of your muse post outbreak:
Cosima could hear those cracking bones and clamping their fangs on her neighbours next door, Cosima could smell their gangrene and rotting flesh with a hint of iron from the innocent victims they started to gnaw into the screaming neighbours flesh, their screams for help were becoming weak as Cosima selflessly hid inside an industrial trash can. The quaffing of blood as they masticating on innards echoed around her bouncing off the walls in the oversized trash can, clutching her crossbow tight.
Cosima’s spine shivered with adrenaline her unhinged demeanour as she sat their waiting, patiently. Palm’s sweating with the toxic stench of garbage decomposing. It was then she heard no screaming or whimpering for help it was her queue to shot the pestilential creatures with their straggly hair, eyes as cold as an eels and their guttural growl. it was only 72 hours into this retched hell and she was already getting used to it. it was a lot like combat but with slower, dumb enemies. It was time to pounce. She was the lasting survivor of her family she knew it so because neither of them and the brains or the audacity to survive, it was a tragic shame that Cosima didn’t care.