Nicknames: Cap, Alvarez, Seb, Sebby, Bitch, El Diablo, She-Devil
Gender: Cis Female
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Unknown
Age: 19
O T H E R:
Family: Both her parents are deceased and she is an only child.
Birthplace: Mexico
Ethnicity: Her father was Latino and her mother was African American/Native American
Religion: She doesn’t believe in a God but she does carry her mothers rosary in her pocket at all times.
Job(s): Captain of Security
Phobias: Men (but she’ll say she fears nothing)
Guilty pleasures: Cuddling and getting her hair pet when shes sleeping. (she’ll say she hates those)
Hobbies: Is stabbing a hobby? She also likes to pick flowers, craft/tinker, pushing peoples buttons and sending pink flares into the air to call highway men therefore attacking them for fun.
M O R A L S:
Morality alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Sins: Wrath
Virtues: Charity and diligence
T H I S - OR - T H A T
introvert / extrovert / in between
organised/ disorganized / in between
close-minded / open-minded / in between
calm / anxious / restless / in between
disagreeable / agreeable / in between
patient / impatient / in between
outspoken / reserved / in between
leader / follower / flexible
empathetic / unempathetic / in between
optimistic / pessimistic / realistic
traditional / modern / in between
hard-working / lazy
R E L A T I O N S H I P S:
OTP: Undecided.
ACCEPTABLE SHIPS: Anyone I guess
BROTP: Timber/Seb. Best Bros for life, Man’s best friend.
NOTP: Seb/Joe
S T O R Y
Her father was killed by some peggies when she was 2. After the bombs fell her mother and her lived in their bunker for 13 years until her mother got murdered by some highwaymen. She was on her own until a man by the name of Carlos Del Toro took her in at age 16 but ended up taking advantage of her until she was 17. She then killed him and was on her own until Rush found her. She didn’t trust him at first but then she warmed up to him.
My head buzzed like a sea of cicadas. My hands shook as I reached for the red handled screwdriver. Sweat dripped down my face and clammed up my hands. 'Don't lose your grip.' I chanted over and over in my head.
Carlos Del Toro, the disgusting pig who abused me, lay asleep in his chair as always. This was my only chance. I wouldn't have the energy next time. I cautiously put a shaking thin leg over his lap and sat. He stirred awake and I jam the screwdriver into his skull. The screwdriver slid through his eye socket like butter. All I could do was smile as he screamed my name and thrashed. The blood dripped down his face intertwining with his tears.
"Say ‘hola’ to el diablo for me, Carlos!" I laughed in his face twisting the screwdriver into his skull. Mixing the contents in his head like a milkshake.
"You screw me! I FUCKING SCREW YOU!" No one was going to ever take advantage of me again! Never again! Violence was now the only answer to keep me safe. He screamed apologizes in Spanish, English and gibberish but I'd never forgive him. He finally fell silent after a gargle and I loosened my grip on the handle. His lifeless eye stared at me as my whole body felt like it had been released from a death grip. Euphoria had rushed over me. My hands fell to my sides as I looked down at his shirt I wore, now covered in his own blood.
