User:Colette Hart/Characters/Colette Hart

Colette Hart

Colette Hart Joined: May 1, 2009 Character style: Survivor Favorite equipment: Some loaded pistols, shotguns and a toolbox are all that she needs. Current status: Watching the Rose District Group: Order of the Black Rose

Character

Main character of Colette Hart, and one of the leaders of the Order of the Black Rose. Physically, she is just a normal girl. Slender, and not very tall (1.68 meters). Her eyes of a light blue color. Her hair is blonde, and has a black rose-shaped ornament. She dresses almost entirely in black, sometimes a black skirt and sweater; others, a dress. She always has a Diamond Necklace on her.

She is careful and even timid in some situations, specially when she faces a new challenge, or a strange person. She is also quick-tempered, and sometimes very resentful. She never forgets when someone hurts her. However, she is always willing to risk herself to help her comrades and friends. She believes that people can solve their differences with words and not with bullets.

Playing style

A Consumer class character, she left her home with nothing but a kitchen knife and her cell phone. Getting the first levels is always hard, but the rest gets easier. Now she's a full-fledged level 43 survivor. Although she usually plays offensively, shooting and zombies and re-taking buildings, she tries to balance out her skills and doing whatever's needed to achieve a goal. If barricades are needed, she has her toolbox handy. If people are wounded, she will use her First-Aid Kits. If zombies are lining up at the Revive Point, she revives them. She believes in teamwork, and often works along her friends.

Story

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Colette was born in a cold day of December. A cold, snowy day in the late eighties. Her mother was a little-known novelist called Sarah. Her father was a skillful and famous surgeon called Arthur. Years later, she had a younger sister called Elise

Ten years later, Colette and her family moved to the city of Malton. It was a nice city. Quiet, peaceful and in constant expansion. Her father was offered a job at the St. Ninian's Hospital. Although the job was very demanding, the pay was high. Colette had private tutors for her education. She never knew what a normal school was. She barely left her house. Instead, she used to spend her time reading. She enjoyed specially books about astronomy and aeronautics, and also playing the violin, instrument she developed a taste for. However, it made her a loner, and kept her away from people.

One morning, Colette got up as usual. Her mother was not at home. Colette's grandfather lived in another city. He was sick, and his life was about to end. Colette's mother had hurriedly left to take care of her dying father. Her father had gone to work, and her sister was studying in another country. She was all by herself.

Colette turned her TV on just to see that the violence in Malton was stronger than ever. Some areas of Malton were not very safe. In fact, some suburbs were nests of thieves and criminals. However, this violence was way stronger than usual. So strong that the police and the goverment had adviced all the citizens to stay at home for the longest possible time. There were rumors that a curfew would be stablished if the violence went further.

It began when corpses started appearing everywhere in the city, about 48 before. First, in the poor, dangerous areas. And then, in the richest and safest of the suburbs. Everywhere, mauled and bloody corpses were found, and morgues were so full that they began to reach their limit. Helicopters and patrol cars watched the city at every second. At first the terrorists were blamed, by the goverment and the media. But nobody knew what was really happening. Rumors were that NecroTech, a large scientific-research company that operated in Malton, had accidentally released some kind of dangerous mutated animals that were attacking people, but no one was sure. And nobody dared to say, or even think about the hellish zombies that were rising among the dead, in their attempt to take over the city... And when they did, it was too late. The very same dead people that filled the morgues began to wake up. Corpses walked, and attacked everyone on their way, just to increase the number of the infected. People, completely off-guard, couldn't resist the attacks...

On her house, Colette received a phone call. It was her father. The hospital was receiving a large number of wounded persons, and people infected with an unknown disease. His hands were full. He only told her to lock the doors and windows and wait for him before the conversation was suddenly cut. Despite her attempts to contact her father, she could not call him again. It was the last time she ever heard of him...

The TV showed direct reports. This time, the zombies were numerous enough to be recognized. Blood all over their clothes, deformed faces and blank eyes. White, sharp teeth and long, sharp claws. Highly efficient killing machines... Military teams had started to enter the city. They had blocked off all the city borders, and had been given clearance to fire at anyone showing the signs of the infection. But it was useless. They would just spend a few minutes before getting up again, anyway...

The zombies lurched slowly through the streets, biting to death anyone that had the bad fortune to be on their way, and those stupid enough to try to fight them.

Of course, at first Colette thought it was a joke. Some kind of stupid advertisement campaign, or stupid TV show. But minutes later, she knew that it was real, and her very life was in danger. She heard some kind of creature groaning in the streets, and the sound of footsteps near house. She looked through the window to see what was happening. A group of four of those creatures chased and a man. The man was heavily wounded, since there was blood all over him, and he shambled even more slowly than them. The creatures caught him. He yelled and cursed a lot, while clumsily tried to fend the attack off with a Fire Axe. But it was too late. The four zombies overwhelmed him, and torn him apart in seconds, right in front of Colette's windows. It was disgusting. Terryfing and disgusting. Colette felt sick, and even wanted to vomit. But she knew that it was not the time for making any noise. The creatures were a few meters away, and she didn't wanted to be heard. Instead, she ran, and began blocking the doors with all the furniture she could use.

She knew that securing a weapon was probably a good idea. But the shotgun her father sometimes used for hunting was in a locked shelf, and her father always held the key. So, she took a kitchen knife. She had not the intention to fight, so it was a decent choice. Colette turned on the TV, but only a "No signal" message appeared. She tried turning a portable radio on, but only static could be heard. All the communications with the outside of the city were interrupted. The city was finally placed under full quarantine. The sounds of gunfire began to be heard, and sometimes it got closer. Colette decided to lock herself in her room. After a couple of hours, the lights went out. There was no power, and the telephone lines were dead.

Terrified, she saw how the time passed slowly. One day, then two. And her father didn't appear. The flimsy barricades had repelled any agression, but Colette knew it was not wise to stay at home. Soon, the zombies would try to enter. If not, the looters would appear. Either way, it was not wise to stay there. The food and water were starting to run low, and she had not the strenght to protect her home by herself.

Convinced that no one was going to rescue her, Colette took a briefcase. In it, she only put personal belongings and documents. She also took her mobile phone and her knife. Probably in the first tough decision she took, she got out, forgetting about her home and her life. Her first goal was obviously to look for her father. But she never found him. It was as if he would had dissapeared into thin air.

Colette walked through the ruins of the city, horrified. She hated violence... She had the firm belief that any conflict could be solved by discussing rationally. But witnessing all the murderers killing without recieving punishment, people dying everyday, and all those zombies hunting humans to devour them made her change her mind... Malton is not longer a civilized place. If she wanted to stay alive, she had to make all her weaknesses aside, and do what it takes to protect herself. She took a gun from a dead police officer, before he could wake up as a zombie. She never wanted to end up killing someone. But in the end, she did... She learned the basics of ballistics in the hard way. And although she was good at that, she hated it...

The life in Malton was hard. Eating, finding drinkable water, and even sleeping was a constant struggle. Finding supplies for survival was hard, too. Nobody could be trusted. No one. Her gun became her only companion. At least, the deadly, cold revolver would never betray her...

She knew escape was not possible, and that she had to rely on herself to stay alive. She realized that death was no longer permanent. NecroTech had developed a way of reverting death. It didn't made, however, death any less unpleasant. Being mauled to death was as painful and horrible as it always was. Revivification was a confusing, unpleasant process. Waking up in the floor a cold street, with no idea of what had happened. Waking up with torn and bloody clothes, just like one of them, but all the wounds and scars gone. That was revivification. Of course, Colette wanted to avoid that at all costs...

Colette also realized that surviving on her own was difficult. Perhaps too difficult. "Strenght in numbers," they said. But she couldn't trust anyone. That was until she heard about a group of people called the Order of the Black Rose...