Zanna Monroe

Name: Zanna Monroe
Age: 22 
Group: Hunter

Appearance: Zanna has long, wavy, waist-length brunette hair that is often kept in a fishtail braid to avoid it getting in her face while in action. She stands at 5’5”, weighs 124 lbs, and has green eyes. Instead of the heels, flats, and sneakers she used to wear, she now only wears strictly leather calf-height boots. She likes wearing tank-tops, spaghetti straps, or long-sleeved shirts she can wear a tank/spaghetti with, since she hate an unusual hate for T-Shirts, and jeans. She almost always wears her grandpa's old bomber jacket. She liked to be outdoors, and as such she has nice gently-tanned skin. She has a few scars on her arms, legs, and shoulders but none too big. Zanna also has no tattoos yet, although most hunters she meets highly recommends that she get one.

Personality: (pre deaths) Zanna is caring, cheerful, kind, and generous despite her Holier-Than-Thou family, although once in a while her “higher ranking” personality will rule over her judgement. She knows her place: “Daddys Little Girl” and “sit over there” or “make food for our guests”, although she didn’t complain. The important part was that she needed to get through life, and to get through life she needed her parents support, because if she didn’t, she’d be nowhere. She liked to dote on people and hates telling people what to do/raising her voice, making disciplining her younger cousins hard for her. Although she was afraid of disciplining them, she always wanted three children of her own. She was shy and scared, afraid of her parents’ wrath without realizing it.

(post deaths) Zanna is a very independent person and can be labelled as tomboyish, dare-devilish, and rebellious. She prefers to get straight to the point, hates sugarcoating over things, and will get violent if she needs to. Whenever she’s on a hunt, she goes into her stab-first-talk-later mode. She believes in saying what has to be said, and will put her voice out there. Although, on the brighter side of Zanna, she is friendly, protective, and thoughtful. She doesn’t seem like the type to do this, but she is more than willing to listen to others grievances and offer up her best advice.

History: When Zanna Monroe hit her twenties, she thought she knew what she wanted. She had gotten into the college she wanted, her a nice long-term boyfriend, and had everything in her life planned out with no surprises. Like her parents before her, she was going to be successful, and her family was so proud. I mean, until she told them she was two months pregnant with her boyfriends baby at her family’s biannual camping trip. The family was even more disappointed when she said that she was going to keep the baby, and that it deserved to live just as much as she did. They excluded, ignored, and avoided her as much as possible for the rest of the trip.. The Monroe’s were a “popular” family back where they came from, if the townspeople found out the youngest daughter was pregnant so young, it would demolish their rep. As you can imagine, Zanna became depressed with her family’s disgusted and disappointed reactions, and went off to be alone to think. What was she going to do with a baby? What would happen to her life ahead? Of course she was happy that she was going to have a blessed baby, but how would that affect her future?

That was when she heard the screams. She had been around her family long enough to differentiate the screams of running away from the person who was tagging in Tag from screams of terror. Zanna had watched enough horror movies and had enough common sense not to go towards the screaming, at least not directly. She knew where she could hide: in a large bush near the campsite. Hand on her stomach, Zanna ran and hid in the bush - and what she saw terrified her. These tall, lanky, pale creatures were slaughtering her family! It was nothing she had ever seen before. She didn’t know what the hell these things were, but despite seeing her family being mauled and ripped apart, she had to stay quiet if she wanted to live. Although, no one could stay silent when they see the body of their mother drop dead in front of them. She was found by the monsters and attacked with a slash to her stomach with their ugly claws, and she was on the ground. She couldn’t remember clearly what happened, but she did remember fire. Zanna blacked out and woke up multiple times, seeing random faces and different places, until she officially woke up on the hospital bed. When she was well enough to listen, the doctors told her that she would recover soon enough, but her baby didn’t make it. The police told her that her family members were either dead or missing. Zanna didn’t take the news any better than the next person.

The moment she was discharged from the hospital, she went home to researched exactly what the hell killed her family. Long half-hours turned into longer hours which turned into long days, and finally with some in depth searching, she had found what she had been looking for. It made no damn sense, but it was the only thing that did make sense. It took her a while to convince herself that this… wendigo did exist and that it did kill her family. She remembered the fire, and sought out the beast in order to kill it and take revenge.

Strengths: Adaptable, (Over) Observant, Physically Fit/Flexible, Instinct-driven
Weaknesses: Short-Tempered, Distrusting, the Jealous Type
Likes: Being on the road, Winning arguments, Being doted on (although she won’t admit it), Chocolate milkshakes, theatre popcorn.
Dislikes: Being interrupted, Insects, A rude/Holier-Than-Thou tone, Supernatural Monsters/Creatures, Desperation.

-- OUT OF CHARACTER --

Name/Alias: Zanna
How you found us: Google
How long you have been rping for: A few years
Other characters here: None
Anything else: I was literally about to click the Create Thread button when I accidentally backspaced and lost the whole app… I had to redo it, omg. *Cries.*

RP Sample:

I’m sorry Miss Monroe, but your family members were either found dead or are now officially Missing Persons. I’m sorry.

Those words rang through her head two days straight. Sadistically amused, she briefly wondered how many times the doctor had to say that to how many different families. For the past 48 hours, she had tried to make sense of the whole thing. Of course, Zanna told the police everything she had witnessed, and they didn't believe a goddamn thing she said, brushing it off as confusion or hallucination, saying that they would do everything they can - bullshit! Zanna would find out who or what the hell killed her family with or without the help of the police or FBI or whoever the hell they were. They even had the damn audacity to label it an “animal attack”. Zanna couldn’t believe it. The brunette had decided that the moment she was discharged from the hospital, she would head home to find out what the “animal” was.

And she did exactly that. A nurse kindly escorted her out of the hospital, doing a final question session of if she felt fine or felt any pain before leaving. Zanna stood for a minute, realizing that she felt a tremendous weight on her heart, but she couldn’t help but feel nothing. The wind blew her brunette hair into her face, which she usually hated, but right now she didn’t care. The fact that she was now alone in the world fell upon her shoulders and refused to be held up. What had she done to deserve this? Her whole life had been the ideal life anyone could ever want, it had been perfect! And now it was ruined. Shaking her head, she laughed at herself with hate. She never realized how severely dependent she was until now. It wasn’t far - she walked home.

When she got to her family house, and stopped to stand on the deck for a minute, trying to imagine the music coming from the kitchen or the sounds of footsteps going through the wooden house. She tried to picture her aunt and uncle dancing in the living room or her boyfriend playing pool with her father and other uncles, but when she stepped into the house, she was met with dust and silence. She didn’t realize what she was doing until she snapped out of her zone and found a beer bottle in her hand as she sat down at the dining room table. She internally laughed. Zanna had heard alcohol helps with your troubles, although she vowed never to abuse it.

I’m sorry Miss Monroe, but your family members were either found dead or are now officially Missing Persons. I’m sorry.

Zanna screamed and threw the glass bottle onto the living room wall, her breathing heavy and quick as if she just ran away from Michael Meyers. Whatever it was, she decided there and then, that she was going to find it, and exterminate it.