bio 🌿
stateofdecay
HAIR black
EYES brown
HEIGHT 5'6"
Resting bitch face, ramrod straight posture, no nonsense stomp. Extremely practical dresser, almost annoying in its plainness. Chopped her hair off herself at the beginning of things going down and now she has to deal with growing out her bangs in the actual apocalypse. Often rocks a fanny pack.
[ + ] fiercely protective
[ + ] loyal
[ + ] responsible
[ + ] pragmatic
[ – ] overbearing
[ – ] control freak
[ – ] lacks confidence in others
[ + ] full of love
[ – ] too emotionally constipated to show it
[ – ] socially awkward
[ – ] blunt, disciplinarian
[ – ] guarded
[ + ] prepared for everything
[ – ] except for a positive outcome
[ – ] uses sarcasm as a coping mechanism
[ – ] hot temper
[ – ] prickly, defensive
[ + ] organized
[ + ] loves to follow rules
[ + ] quick learner
[ – ] black and white thinking, there has to be a right answer
[ – ] former gifted kid syndrome
[ – ] overdoes it, racing toward burnout
[ + ] not squeamish
[ + ] stronk 💪
[ + ] hard worker, carries her own weight
[ – ] prefers work over emotions and dwelling
[ – ] sheltered, limited world experience
[ + ] doesn't waste time or wallow
[ + ] laser focus
[ + ] loves to work toward a specific goal
[ – ] unempathetic
[ – ] blunt problem solving
[ + ] medical experience
[ + ] level-headed in an emergency
[ + ] quick thinker
[ – ] often shifts into professional mode as a coping mechanism
Mei Goodleaf, mother (status unknown)
Stormy Goodleaf, older brother (status unknown)
🌿 The first person she lost was her dad. The Fever took him, back when things were normal, more or less. There was no fear of him coming back and taking chunks out of everyone around him, and Reggie intended to bury herself in work to cope. But then Dad came back, and suddenly the whole world was different. Mom and Stormy were evacuated, and Reggie fled to work to survive. Last she heard, they were trying to get to Olympia to find her mom’s sister, and she promised to follow them when things quieted down. She likes to pretend they made it safe and sound.
🌿 Reggie made the responders her family after that. If she was going to get attached, it would be to people who could take care of themselves, people she could leave alone unsupervised. She allowed herself to hyperfocus on little tasks and volunteer for every shift that needed a body, just to tire herself out and let her fall asleep at the end of the day. With the vaccine rolling out and the zombies deteriorating more and more every day, she could almost believe something good was on the horizon.
But there’s always a but, and the world was far from safe. It still feels surreal to think about responding to the emergency call from Celia and Dylan what feels like days ago, when the two of them wound up on the wrong end of a feral attack while trying to do some repairs. Celia, their leader of sorts, made it back to the Station, but not for long. Dylan, one of Reggie’s closest friends, died before either she or Ares could even figure out where he was bleeding from. He didn’t reanimate like her dad, just slipped away from an injury she knows they could have treated a few years ago. Naturally, her response was to burrow into work like a tick.
🌿 Now they say things are getting better. People aren’t dropping dead after a bite anymore, so we might as well progress and rebuild. They say that, as if they’re not still mourning their dead, as if danger isn’t still everywhere and the price of their relative safety isn’t the tenuous sanity of her and the other responders. The truth is, Reggie doesn’t really want the world to go back to normal. She barely knew who she wanted to be and how to navigate that world, and at least these days she feels like she’s sort of passing as a wise and functioning adult.
âž” Keeps a Welsh mountain pony in the stables. His name is Dusty and he's a stubborn shithead.
âž” Blood type O-negative.