Height: 5 ft. 6 in. (1 m 68)
Weight: 110 lbs. (50 kg)
Traits: Clever, Resolute, Solitary
Hobbies: Classical Literature, Horseback Riding
Favorite Movie: Vertigo
Favorite Band: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
Favorite Food: Macaroni & Cheese
Favorite Color: Blue
Favorite Weapon: Her grandfather’s Cavalry Sword
Favorite “King of Tokyo” Monster: Boogie Woogie
Strength: Tenacious, Tough as Nails
Weakness: Resistant to healing
Severity is not the type of girl who makes friends easily. Her real first name is Marie-Séverine, which was just about the only thing her mother left her before dying when Severity was barely more than a toddler. The kids at school have been calling her Severity for years now. She doesn’t really care, and to tell the truth, she even likes it, somehow.
The day before the outbreak, Severity stayed late at the library, partly to study, partly to avoid having to speak to anybody. She was waiting for her father to pick her up after he got done working at the police station. He was always working. Severity wasn’t even sure she really knew who he was. She and her father orbited each other silently, each aware of the other, but rarely interacting.
When the library closed and he still hadn’t arrived, she decided to walk a little so that she could stay alone a while longer. When it was time, she waited silently near the entrance of the nearby park. She was used to waiting, without doing or thinking about anything in particular. Just listening. Waiting.