status : open / closed
where : outside sf medical center
she'd overheard the radio calls, trouble coming from one of the other settlements. she knew what that meant--- more bodies, more people in need of help. she didn't label herself as a fighter, but she could if the occasion called for it. she'd wrapped herself in one of the blankets that she had of her own use and ventured outside. the rain was vicious and she swore she could feel the ground shake. scalpel between her fingers, drawn at the ready as she ventured outwards. eyes turned upwards she heard a twig snap and turned, body erect, teeth bared. “say your name.” she whispered roughly, over the sound of the rain.
( danai gurira, female, she/her ) 𝑫𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑸𝑼𝑬 𝑨𝑹𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑹 : the forty one year old resident that's been around the 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑨𝑵 𝑭𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑶 𝑴𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹 for three years. when the infected swarmed the streets the first night, 𝒏𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆 really proved how quick + tenacious they were. however, many would argue that they can also be quite aggressive + pessimistic. five years has passed since their old life ended and the new one began, developing skills that have helped them become a 𝑴𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑪 within their group. it makes sense to see them thriving at the job because of their ᵐᵉᵈᶦᶜᵃˡ ᵉˣᵖᵉʳᵗᶦˢᵉ, ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵃˢˢᶦᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵠᵘᶦᶜᵏ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵏᶦⁿᵍ. ( charlie, she/her, 35, EST )
𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒: 10 pounds, 8 ounces & 20 inches long & 08:17 am
𝐀𝐆𝐄: 41 years old
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑: female
𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓: the san francisco medical center
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: she/her
𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: biromantic
𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: bisexual
𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐒: danai gurira
𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃: right-handed
𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍: elsbeth archer (15)
𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌: ᵀᴼ ᴮᵁᴵᴸᴰ ᴬ ᴴᴼᴹᴱ
𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒: katana, dirt covered boots, medipac, canned soda, flannel, the color red, feathered stuffed animals, black makeup, chocolate
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: accepting interactions / plots / etc
𝑩𝑬𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑽𝑰𝑹𝑼𝑺 ▔▔▿▔▔
Dominque was born into a large family, her being the only daughter of the brood. She was surrounded by five brothers, older and younger. She grew up in a very loud household, quite busy. Her father was a doctor and her mother was a high school teacher. The mornings were a rowdy affair, everyone rushing around to get to their perspective places. Dominque was in the middle so she wasn't in need for attention or affection. The Archer's were quite loving, supportive, adoring. There were many little Archer's, but surprisingly enough, none of them were ever neglected. That carried into their teenage years as well.
As a result of her upbringing, Dominique tended to be a nurturing force as she grew. She would often times tend to the less fortunate, those in pain, those in need. She wouldn't shy around something as important as someone who needed something. She was for all intents and purposes a soft-hearted girl. She'd bend to help anything or anyone. Her smile would spread from cheek to cheek that was almost infectious. Her parents had called her their little heart. She also fell in her father's steps. Leaning towards caring for people and their medical needs. She also was an activist for a number of causes. If there was a rally or a protest she was present. Tending to wounds and emotional scars weren't the only ways to help people. She was an ear, a friend, a confidante.
Graduating was another one of those happy memories for her, taking the stage and hearing the absolutely booming voices of her brothers, parents, distant family members. It was one of the greatest moments of her life. She was used to being surrounded by her family, but this was something new. It was about her. The day carried on with a night out, dinner and a show. Her whole family all together and just as carefree as they were in the house. She remembered her uncle hoisting her onto their patio as they all toasted to her. She knew why it was so meaningful. She'd be leaving and this would be gone. She had to go to school and from there a top medical school. The hugs and voices tightened over the course of the night. She'd miss this more than anything else in the world. Family and community.
Then, she began her higher education, the eventuality that she would be alone for the first time in her life fillled her with uncertainty and anxiety. It only lasted for a few weeks, given shortly after she migrated to different groups. Whether they were in her classes or in any of the clubs or events that she found herself in. College was where she met Michael. He was a big, adorable jock who tried his hardest for her to attend the games, the parties, etc. She always said no, of course. Only to him and for no other reason than that it was their thing. That continued through her first year. The second year, things changed. Second year brought them together in a way that she hadn't expected. He saved her from a messy situation, and he just never left her side afterwards. She wasn't sure, but she hadn't noticed entirely was his endgame had been.
Dominique got married to Michael shortly after college graduation and they moved closer to where Dominique would be interning while finishing her licensing and moving through her goal to be a nurse. Michael was working his way through what he wanted to do, but Nique didn't care, she loved him and that was all that mattered. She worked herself bare moving between interning, her job and everything in between. Interning was exhausting within itself, calling her at all hours and Michael, the sweet man, was picking up her slack around the house. When she finally finished her internship Michael held this huge party for her with her friends and family. From that point her life moved pretty quickly. It was when she was twenty-seven when she found out that she was pregnant.
From there, their life changed, the time came and went for the baby and soon, that was the focus of their life. Ellie, they'd called her. Michael became determined after her birth to find his place in life, got a job and began to change in ways that didn't seem to matter at the time. She worked more and made time for Ellie. The years slid by in their little bubble, a nice marital bliss and happy little family. She loved everything about her life. Then, all of that went away.
𝑨𝑭𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑽𝑰𝑹𝑼𝑺 ▔▔▿▔▔
Her family were all in different places when the world went to shit. Domique had been at the hospital, of course. Michael had been at home and little Ellie had been at school. Nique had been drowning in bodies before she had even heard of the news and went through the process of learning exactly what it was. The reanimation taking her and most of the medical staff by surprise. She'd had no choice, but to adapt very quickly. She'd learned within the first few seconds not to get close, to keep a safe distance, not to let them bite and (assumingly) scratch you. She had quickly become armed with a number of medical tools to fight off what she needed to. Among them, a scalpel and a bed pan.
She fought tooth and nail for ten hours in the hospital for her survival and escape from it. Her body was exhausted, her fingers slightly numb from the way she had been tightened for so long. She finally had made her way to her home and to her biggest fear, nothing was there. So much so, that their house was on fire and was smoking. She fought her way inside, yelling her husbands name, yelling her daughters names to no avail. The only thing that responded was more of them. She made her way to the school next which had almost the same results. The only difference was that instead of mostly adults with the strange affliction, it was children. None she had recognized as her own Ellie. She had taken off after a few hours moving through the school and set into a quiet, horrifying panic. She was all alone now.
And that was how the years since the outbreak had remained. She didn't fall in with groups or look for other survivors. She stuck around town for what she thought might have been a few months, returning to the places she knew her family had been in hopes that they'd return. They hadn't. She was all alone for the first time in her life, remaining in that silent survival. She hunkered through the wild, quiet and unassuming. Finding tools and weapons that she needed. She had a bunker underground that she'd found and had remained there with supplies. She came up one day at the sound of a scream, hidden underneath her shroud. That person was in need of medical attention and once Dominique had bandaged her up, she escorted her back to the San Francisco Medical Center where they'd asked her to stay.
𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺 ---
says a prayer to her husband and daughter every night before bed, torn between the thought of them dead or out there somewhere where she can't find them.
favorite treat is chocolate and will sometimes do favors for a nick of it, in any kind of fashion.
has two weapons of choice in her armory: a katana and a rusted old scalpel that's the same one from her hospital back home.
can be very quiet and reserved, but she will let you know what's what as far as honesty goes. she will never sugar-coat anything as long as she lives and breathes.
children first. always. she will go to any lengths to save or help a child whether they ask for it or not.
takes runs. not for exercise, but to keep her stamina and cardio up to par. this happens once a day, weather dependent.
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