· 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 // 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 ·

(  florence pugh,  cis-female and she/her  )  isn’t that PANSY HARDINGS? truthfully,  i’m surprised they’ve last this long considering they’re MORDACIOUS,  but i suppose them being BENEVOLENT evens it out.  is that a M45 they’re carrying ?  i heard the twenty-five year old is laying low as a nurse/medical for the medical centre,  while the apocalypse passes.  

the basics  .

birth name  .  Pansy Agnes Hardings  . name meaning  .  Pansy  =  flowering plant with velvety petals  or  to think  &&  Agnes  =  Lamb to the slaughter . age  .  25  . gender  &  pronouns  .  Cis-female  &  she  /  her  . orientation  .  Biromantic  . status  .  Complicated  . species  .  Human  . date of birth  .  3rd of January  . zodiac sign  .  Capricorn  . occupation  .  Past  :  studying to be a surgeon  //  Now  :  medic  . what she wants on her headstone  .  god it’s brutal out here  .  campsite  .  Medical Centre  . 

the appearance  .

hair  .  Honey blonde  . eyes  .  Green  . height  .  5′1  . build  .  Hourglass  . scars  .  Too many to count but some of her notable ones prior to za is on both her knees massive road rash scars from learning to skateboard by her older brother, she fell down the hill on her knees and skidded to a stop on her knees which now have a faint scars of the road rash . tattoos  .  On her left wrist on the outer side is a Midsommar, the maypole it was her second one after she got a bee with her mother, because mother daughter tattoos were the rage back then . piercings  .  Both  =  Standard lobe  ,  upper lobe  &  helix . face claim  .  Florence Pugh  . voice claim  .  Florence Pugh  .

the personality  .

alignment  .  Chaotic Neutral  . hogwarts house  .  Gryffindor  . positive traits  .  Benevolent  , Dauntless  &  Adept  . negative traits  .  Mordacious  ,  Venomous  &  Wayward  .

the family  .

father  .  August Hardings  .  53-years-old  .  alive  .

mother  .  Emily Jean Hardings  .  deceased  .  

older brother  .  Angus Peter Hardings  .  deceased  . 

baby  .  Elijah Angus Hardings  .  Eli  .  3-years-old  .  alive  .

before shit hit the fan  . 

As with love’s sweetest eye blossomed on her blonde crown for the apple of her parents’ eye and thorn in her brother’s backside from day dot ( all in good fun love that is ). Shadowing her father whatever chance she got ever since she could remember, possibly as her older brother did the exact same thing that’s not to say that her mother was ever spared from Pansy’s death gasp... no, no, no, not at all, she spent just as much time with her mother but it was no denying that Pansy was a daddy’s girl through and through. Yet due to her parents having busy working schedules, Pansy tended to find herself hang or more lingering in her older brother’s orbit, to say that Pansy got knocked around by a stray comet from trying to hang with her brother in hind sight she learnt that life was no walk in the park. And it toughened her up preparing her for the utter shitshow known as the present. The shift in the sands had yet to happen, her father’s footprints in sight as she followed them blindly until she was swept up in a boy { isn’t that always the way, a boy comes along and ruins everything? } Anyhow, right before shit truly hit the fan, she found out she was pregnant and she gave birth to her son, Elijah (named after her mother), he came right at the time when that strange hoax video of the zombie boy swept the world wide web and foolishly believing it was nothing but a sick prank, being to in love with the bundle of joy in her arms. It didn’t last long... that happiness which could keep you nice and warm even on the coldest of days. No, it fleeted away.

the shitty mess afterwards  .

She’d be forever grateful to her father for whatever connections he had to pull to get them in what Pansy would class as one of the safest camps, well as safe as one can be in the za.  Her everlasting love for her father started to tarnish, when her brother went on a scavenging trip she begged him not to leave her, that surely they’d be able to send someone else but his mind was set in stubborn stone and he wanted to prove to their father he wasn’t a screw up in his words, no ever thought that apart from him. Anxiously waiting for his return did no good for her health nor that of her few month old son, as time ticked by and the party had returned without her brother, she was ushered to a corner of the medical center with her mother to mourn over him and tend to her own son which was ever so hard when he held so much similarities to her older brother as her mother told her endlessly that he’s a spitting image of what Angus looked like. What was more gut wrenching her father’s actions of not tending to his family and instead isolating himself away from them. The first rift. 

Pansy’s disagreements to the plan of expanding fell on deaf ears and guess what she was right because her mother didn’t return alongside her father where her mother should’ve been, there was an emptiness that weighed heavy in the air of nothingness. She lashed out in a fit of rage, saying things she slightly regrets saying but it was the heat of the moment and pent up anger, calling him a child killer and wife murderer, that’s how she saw him for two weeks. Acted as if he was nothing because it was easier to hate him then to mourn the loss of her mother, a woman whom promised her the bare minimum in the zombie apocalypse but it was the world to Pansy, torn apart by the living dead and spat back up in just the same, childish and foolish. 

the rudest reality check was coming to grips that her best friend and her rock are no longer alongside her in the physical plains, spiritual plains who the hell knows and sadly she doesn’t have the time to even ponder it as she has to keep her head in the game as the game of survival is a cruel mistress. She has her son to think of whilst there is still glimmers of the daddy’s girl, she doesn’t hold out hope for a cute father daughter moment. Living on terror and running on fumes.

headcanons  .

Mother and daughter got matching tattoos with one another as Pansy 18th birthday present, on her left wrist inner side of her arm is a little bee as her mother adored flowers and such. Well, Pansy didn’t care much for either, she just knew her mother was fearful of getting her first and only tattoo. Hence the true reasoning behind her getting it. However, it has become a nervous habit of her’s to rub her thumb over the bee. 

Her brother had always been this larger then life presences that’s left such a pain aching void in her heart, slowly healing with time and from her son being a mirror of her brother and the toddler barely knew him, that’s what keeps her going. Plus someone has to keep an eye on her old man. 

Deep down she’s still holding out hope that her father will come to his senses and be a glimmer of who he was but consciously knows this will never be met, they have both lost too much and he more so as he lost a child and not even six months after, his person. She sympathised with that but she longs for a comforting hug from him, not that of hollowness that’s what makes her feel alone. 

Her weapon of choice came from one of the guards in the medical center that’s hoisted to her thigh at all times, she being sneaky has a butterfly knife in her waist band and not to mention in her go bag along side the bag her mother gave her of meds, emergencies only. Plus there is a bat from one of the weapons her brother had and one of the only things that’s left of him.