Enna Balmer
@EnnaLivesTWD
Name: Enna Balmer.
Age: 16, When the world ended.
Former Occupation: Tenth grade student.
Face Claim: Personal Photo.
Status: Alive and Well.
Relationship Status: Single, not looking.
Family: Enna never really had a family. After she lost her mother at the rough age of five, she was stuck with her abusive father and neglectful stepmother.
Personality: Enna was very shy. Losing her mother at such a young age caused her to have problems expressing herself, or speaking out of turn. Enduring the physical and mental abuse from her father, Enna didn't necessarily turn out right. She was different. No matter who she was with, she'd feel like they were going to harm her in some way. Enna trusted no one.
Weapons: Enna stole a Glock 19. Even though she didn't know how to use it completely, it came in handy at most encounters with zombies. Along with that, she carried a long knife.
Description- Enna had long, red hair. She was tall and had a very flat stomach. Through her insecurities, she kept her deep blue eyes richly rung with dark colored eye liner.
BIO: Living with her abusive father seemed like hell to 16 year old Enna Balmer. Little did she know, hell on earth was just around the corner. When the dead started rising, Enna's father and neglectful step mother moved to Atlanta. While there, supplies began running short. People would do anything for a gallon of water. After leaving his last bruises on her arms, Enna's father sold her. To an evil man for three water bottles. He did unspeakable things to her. Worse than anything her father did. Once Atlanta became overrun, she escaped the man, running and not looking back. Now, she wanders the woods outside Atlanta, trying to avoid the dead. More so, the living.
Age: 16, When the world ended.
Former Occupation: Tenth grade student.
Face Claim: Personal Photo.
Status: Alive and Well.
Relationship Status: Single, not looking.
Family: Enna never really had a family. After she lost her mother at the rough age of five, she was stuck with her abusive father and neglectful stepmother.
Personality: Enna was very shy. Losing her mother at such a young age caused her to have problems expressing herself, or speaking out of turn. Enduring the physical and mental abuse from her father, Enna didn't necessarily turn out right. She was different. No matter who she was with, she'd feel like they were going to harm her in some way. Enna trusted no one.
Weapons: Enna stole a Glock 19. Even though she didn't know how to use it completely, it came in handy at most encounters with zombies. Along with that, she carried a long knife.
Description- Enna had long, red hair. She was tall and had a very flat stomach. Through her insecurities, she kept her deep blue eyes richly rung with dark colored eye liner.
BIO: Living with her abusive father seemed like hell to 16 year old Enna Balmer. Little did she know, hell on earth was just around the corner. When the dead started rising, Enna's father and neglectful step mother moved to Atlanta. While there, supplies began running short. People would do anything for a gallon of water. After leaving his last bruises on her arms, Enna's father sold her. To an evil man for three water bottles. He did unspeakable things to her. Worse than anything her father did. Once Atlanta became overrun, she escaped the man, running and not looking back. Now, she wanders the woods outside Atlanta, trying to avoid the dead. More so, the living.
Treading Thoughts
Emerging from an abandoned house, Enna walks down a dirt road, hoping to find something, something she isn't sure of. In the back of her mind, she's also hoping to /not/ find /someone/. Finding someone could result in problems. Everybody she's met, since escaping from Mathew, has resulted in major problems for her. Not just Caeser or the evil men of Woodbury but, anybody else. Shaking her head, she tried to will the image of Caeser from her mind. He was the man she trusted. Enna trusted him to bring her into Woodbury, to safety. Not only was that man, Mathew, there. But, the guards were ordered to kill her. The sick thing is, Caeser knew they were going to kill her. The thought of that stuck in Enna's head, ripping her mind apart like a soft prairie being ravaged by a wildfire. That wasn't even the end of it. He got her out. Then, he led the men right back to her. 16 year old Enna Balmer lived a rough life. She didn't know it'd get rougher even after the world ended. Surprisingly enough, she'd escaped the men, barely getting away with her life. Now she's alone. Enna's seen other survivors, mostly men. Though, she didn't approach them. She couldn't risk it. Not after what Mathew did to her. Not after what the men at Woodbury planned to do to her. "Great.." Enna mumbles, seeing a few zombies ahead of her. Quickly ushering those thoughts out of her head, she reached for her sword. She didn't have time to linger on what's done. All she had time to do was survive. On her own.
Killing Castler
"Shoot him. Kill him. Stop being a baby." Those three phrases repeated in Enna's head as frequent as a broken record player. Standing tall with her gun raised towards the man, she found herself hesitating. The man currently on the other end of her gun, staring down the barrel, was Mathew. The evil man who'd held 16 year old Enna captive, doing unspeakable things to her. Ever since her father had sold her to Mathew, Enna hasn't been able to think straight. Throughout all the beatings the man had put her through, it's changed her. Even though Enna grew up, being beaten all her life by her father, this was different. The man had put her through hell, showing her no mercy. At least Enna's daddy knew when to stop. Mathew sure as hell didn't. The man chuckled. Hearing this sent shivers down Enna's spine. In the face of danger, Mathew laughed. Clearly not afraid of the young girl with a big gun. he was just laughing in the face of evil, spitting at it's feet. That's the kind of man Mathew Castler was. He feared nobody. It disturbed Enna. How can somebody just, not be afraid? It's such a dreadful world, full of the type of horrors you'd find only in movies. Unfortunately, that's what the remaining people would call reality. Tightening her grip on the Glock 19, Enna shook her head. She couldn't do this. She can't take the life from somebody, no matter who they are. She just can't. The arms supporting the gun in the air before her began to droop lazily. Enna took her eyes off of Mathew, dropping her gaze to the ground. As soon as her gaze dropped, Mathew lunged towards her. His arms reached out to her, grabbing at her like a common zombie. In a stealthy swoop, he tackled her down. Falling backwards, Enna hit the ground with a large thud. Her vision grew cloudy, sharp white pain sending shocks through her bones. The gun remained in her hand. Squirming to break free, Enna tried to lift her arm wielding the Glock. Now overtop of her, Mathew threw a head across her face. "Behave!" He yelled, completely oblivious to the gun sitting beside his left ear. Recoiling her head to the side from the slap, Enna gritted her teeth. It's now, or never. Turning her head to face him, she whimpered silently. Mathew slowly raised his fist, preparing to strike her jaw. Squeezing her eyes shut, she repositioned the gun, cocking it back to release a bullet in his head. Right before the powerful fist hit her, Enna squeezed the trigger. The sound of the gun echoed throughout the woods, taking minutes to disappear in the air. Slowly opening her eyes, she stared into Mathews'. His eyes were droopy, completely lifeless. A small drop of blood trailed from his mouth. The gun was also drenched with his blood, from the entry wound. In an instant, his body fell forward onto Enna. Disgustedly squirming, she broke free from under his weight. Eventually standing back up, she looked at him. Mathew lay face-down in the dark grass, nearly drowning in a pool of blood evading the exit wound where his right ear /used to be./ Without a single thought in her head, Enna stumbled away from the body. After about twenty paces, a smile lit up her lips. "I'm free.." She mumbled with a dead tone, keeping up her slow gait, never stealing a glance behind her. Indeed she was. Free from the evil grasps of Mathew Castler. Now, all she had to worry about was the zombies. Enna can handle this world. She knew she could.
Ginger's notes
Now, Enna is one of my most interesting characters. Her FC is me, because I couldn't find any other actress that would fit her. I made her sort of personal, a lot of her moral traits are similar to mine. She is the Ginger of the ZA.