@soap-mactavish-rp-141
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. Natalie set her sword down leaning it against the tree log after sharpening it, she sighed quietly to herself as she warmed herself near the crackling fire, she kept her eyes and ears out of anyone or anything moving within the darkness before it’ll be safe for her to sleep for the rest of the night.
Her eyes were pretty heavy from the exhaustion, she couldn’t really move very well due to how weak she was without any food or water to keep her energy going, she was about to take off the heavy armor that protected her from the dangers so she can rest comfortably. Natalie wanted to try and rebuild her life in a safe community but who and why would anyone take someone like her, she is very misunderstood with a broken heart, she has porcelain skin, so deadly pale and fragile.
One touch and she could shatter like glass, Natalie couldn’t stop that one tear from falling down her cheek as her emotions have now broken under her, she sighed as she began cleaning off the black paint from her face to show that it's just a girl behind the mask, a girl who has feelings and yet no one seems to understand.