@one-eye-grimes
Natalie sat near the fire with no change in emotion on her face as she sharpens her sword, she doesn’t know what it’s like to feel like a human, she wasn’t given that life. Natalie’s been surviving from the moment she was born, she was severely abused and tortured by her own parents to being abandoned to an asylum where the most painful barbaric experiments were done on her days on end, she was placed in a cage like an animal.
She has never laughed, never smiled, never loved, she’s nothing more than an empty shell, she doesn’t know what it’s like to feel, she wasn’t given that life.
They literally destroyed that part of her and she still carries that past deep in her skin as they inked her patient asylum number on the outside of her wrist that were scarred with cuts along with her other one, she wouldn’t lie that she did that to herself as the pain helps her forget everything that happened to her.
Natalie wore wearing a black leather jacket with a grey tank top underneath, leather trousers with knee high riding boots in grey suede and some protective body armor like silver medieval shoulder armor, a black grid cutout corset waist belt, faux leather gauntlet medieval bracers around her forearms to prevent any biting from the walkers and black fingerless gloves and a dive knife with leg strap sheath that’s around her thigh.
She looked like a warrior. In an apocalyptic world like this, you always going to need something to protect yourself with the right clothing and weaponry in order to survive. Natalie sat up against a tree log just looking down with no light in her eyes at all, her tanned face stained with both walker and human blood, she feels like a monster than a human since she was never raised like one, she doesn’t feel anything when taking down someone she doesn’t trust or barely knows. Natalie prefers to survive alone, she’s never the best company, she’s always been alone, she’s had no childhood, no happiness, it’s impossible to find that in a world like this.
