A Grave New World

[Rambi]

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[Dovahkiin]

?Name?

Alexa (Alex) Mills




?Age?


24




?Looks?

Alex height rounds to be about 5'5".


Her typical outfit consists of some frayed combat boots that are just a tad too big, rugged jeans, and a worn-in dark t-shirt. When cold, she throws on an old hoodie.




?Gear?


She carries a lightweight, navy pack on her back, stuffed with med supplies, a couple knives, a pistol with nine rounds, and a bit of rope.




?History?


Before the outbreak, Alex lived a life worthy of framing - mom, dad, pets, big backyard, a younger brother - only to deteriorate shortly after she turned nine. Living out in the middle of nowhere surrounded by woods denied the family practically any chance of making it to a quarantine zone in time before becoming overpopulated, but, regardless, they were hellbent on making do with what they had. Everything was fine, or as fine as things can be in an apocalypse, for a few years. Infected were rarely a threat if you didn't venture too far from the house, her dad would go hunting in the evenings, and her mom would look after her and her brother. While Alex was playing cards with her brother, she heard her dad scream. They scrambled to their feet to look out the window; behind their father was a wave of un-dead, sprinting jerkily with fungus sprouting from their rotting, off-colored flesh. They were terrifying. Dashing up the stairs was Mom to tell them to get into the attic with the remaining dog they had, Jazz. The children obeyed their mother, swiping up the dog and crawling into the attic. When Alexa threw a glance back, neither of her parents were following. It took her a moment to realize that they wouldn't all fit in the attic - it was a tight squeeze already, and they were left the breathe in each other's hot air, sobbing as quiet as they could manage while holding each other for dear life.


Since then, the siblings have been doing everything they could to survive. The dog's dead, and the brother and sister have distanced themselves far from their former home.


?Personality?


Being the eldest of the two siblings, Alexa instructively takes on a protective demeanor, even though her brother topples her height by over a head. She grips her morals like a vise and speaks up against anything she doesn't quite agree with. Her priorities include only two things; (1) keep her brother alive and (2) survive. She comes to trust people a bit too easily, a flaw her brother consistently calls out, but she can't help it. Alexa's got a soft heart & a whimsical sense of humor.


?Occupation ?


She normally sticks by her brother's side, wherever they may be.


?Home?


Varies, but the most recent is an abandoned building. They stay on the second floor.


?Other?


She's terrified of heights. She carries around an old picture of her family in her back pocket. Additionally, she's gotten pretty skilled with patching up people using her med kit.

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?Name?

Ben Mills




?Age?


22




?Looks?

Ben stands at 5'11".


He wears a dull graphic t-shirt, washed out jeans, and dirtied sneakers.




?Gear?


On his shoulders rides a backpack, full with snacks like beef jerky, some water, a few knives, a rifle with four rounds, and scraps of cloth.




?History?

He shares the same history with his sister, Alexa.


?Personality?


Compared to his sister, Ben holds a more serious personality. Loyalty's his strongest attribute, with stubbornness in at a close second, and smart-assness in third. He cares a lot for his sister -- she's all he's got left. Naturally, he's distrusting of strangers and takes a more cautious approach in unfamiliar situations. Despite all these traits, he can still manage a spark or two of generosity once in a blue moon.


?Occupation ?


He stays by his sister.


?Home?


Varies, but the most recent is an abandoned building. They stay on the second floor.


?Other?


A thick scar runs from his left shoulder blade to directly meet his spine. Disregard the septum piercing from the photo.
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[PKCV2]

Name:

Rolando McCourty

Age:

27

Looks:

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Rolando stands at 5'10 and weighs around 230 pounds.

Gear:

Like with most of the remnants of the Army, Rolando is usually seen wearing his military-colored combat attire. He is not as better equipped as higher ranking personnel, wearing a Kevlar vest with an olive colored, Dri-Fit long-sleeved shirt underneath. Below he wears standard BDU pants and combat boots. He completes the look with a pair of combat gloves and a headset, attached by looping around his right ear to allow for communication with fellow soldiers.

He also carries a standard M4 assault rifle, M1911 pistol, and hunting knife.

History:

Growing up in Oakland, California, Rolando was exposed to many instances of gang violence, drug-related incidents, and just violence in general, all quickly engulfing the young man into the dark antics. Being an only child, his mother, the only parent present at the time, held strong feelings of love towards her only child, willing to overlook her son's questionable actions. By the age of 8, Rolando was involved in drug dealing and had already joined a local gang. His education was thrown out the window and replaced with street smarts, something he deemed infinitely more useful than academic smarts.

Years later an infection had suddenly exploded onto the scene, sweeping the nation, and possibly the world, in terrifyingly fast fashion, and Rolando's world was plunged into chaos...starting with the death of his mother and community as rabid figures converged upon Oakland. Surviving on adrenaline and quick wits, Rolando escaped his ruined community and ventured out into an area he had never experienced before...the world outside of Oakland. After his times of roaming ravaged streets and evading dangerous packs of men brandishing wicked weapons, Rolando came across a quarantined zone where he was quickly taken in after being confirmed uninfected and not a looter/bandit. From that point on he watched the soldiers carry out their duties, their willingness to put their lives on the line for everyone at the quarantine had seduced the changed boy from Oakland.




Personality:

Though once a rebellious spirit who took joy in participating in illegal activities, skirting the rules, and outcrying against the system, the horrors of his new reality has scarred Rolando, greatly changing his personality as grim realization and anger set in. Rolando carries out his duties in two ways, each method concerning the targets in front of him. When dealing any hostile bodies whether it be infected or humans with ill intentions, Rolando responds with viciousness. But when coming across anyone non-hostile, his actions are more rational in which his emotional side comes out, Sowmtimes resulting in disobeying orders to aid someone in need, and while it's a punishable offense to disobey superiors, he hasn't been caught yet.




Occupation:

Rolando currently works to protect the uninfected from harm, dutifully patrolling, eyes and ears alert, finger ready to pull a trigger at a moment's notice.




Home:

Rolando resides in one of multiple quarantine zones.




Other:

Rolando is only the rank of Private, denying any promotions because of his fondness for just doing the heavy lifting rather than leading men, which is his weakness.

Yes the man wears those glasses.

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[Rambi]

Name: Alice Maison.


Age: 17 of age.


Looks:


Reasonably short for her age, Alice is a female of slim a figure, with an auburn hair color.


She can usually be found wearing, since the apocalypse and all happened, rather worn clothes. Depending


on what she is doing they day, our friend here might wear a tactical outfit for scouting the city. Though since


that sort of clothing catches attention rather easily, Maison tends to put on something more civil-like outfits to blend in.


One of her favorite t-shirts is a red one, saying "t1" as a sort of logo on it's front. It is her favorite because it


carries a story. It's quite amazing what it has gone through, considering it's still in one piece. Now, even


though she doesn't look like much, she seems to be familiar with conflicts whenever one is brought up, seen


upon the foot forth and down firmly in the ground.


To round this section of, the blue-eyed teenager also keeps her hair short and hard to grab for both humans


and non-humans. Furthermore, a backpack certainly will accompany her whilst she's out and about exploring


by herself.




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Casual Clothing Reference

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Facial Reference

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Misc References

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Disclaimer: These are not my own drawings, however they are art pieces which


has been publicly displayed and are under the creative common license.




Gear:


Her gear is stashed away from her home, since they are usually searched for contraband. And boi´ does she have some...


Her list is as follows: A dozen or so, regular batteries. A handheld flashlight. Five rounds in a loaded M9, usually not kept on her.


A stolen spore detector placed by her waist. And to top it all of, a pair of night-vision glasses.


History:


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Heavy Reading










Born two years before the fungi outbreak, Alice wasn't unique to any other child, although she is the only child of her parents.


Having two parents, she seemed to grow up just fine in the past world. But as the news came across her parents, they knew what they


needed to do; get to the nearest extraction to evacuate their little neighborhood. The helicopter would land on a field right outside the


village which was yet to be attacked. People seemed to rush into the military chopper, soon filling it to it's weight capacity.


Unluckily for Alice's family, the three of them were told they could not come, at least not all of them. The parents had only one thought,


and carried it out in a single action. Alice's mom, stretched out her arms as to give the soldier protecting the vehicle, a two year old child.


Taking it and nodding, this child didn't know what was going on, and later.. Didn't remember any of it either. However, as the soldier would turn


around. Walk with his back against the parents, the young girl, looked over his shoulder and saw the crying parents begging for their child's safety.


After having been brought through the cold air which streamed past the open side-doors of the chopper, she landed in her new home, the quarantine zone.


Later taken to an orphanage of this closed of section of the city, she found herself in the care of some rather incapable people. The orphanage wasn't


a so much of a care-taking facility, but more accurately a way to cut back on the rations. If a kid wouldn't eat the food, another kid would be granted that


meal. Not to say that anyone denied a snack, since most were malnourished. The kids in the orphanage wouldn't be very kind, and up to eight years of age,


Alice would be bullied into giving the older kids her food. She of course, thought this was unfair.




After the age of twelve, four years after the other kids had stopped bullying her and gone to harass the younger, she herself went to stop this act.

Knowing how it had felt for herself, the young Maison couldn't just eat her soup and watch as the older children went to other tables in the mess hall,

grabbing what they wanted and enforced their will. Her eyes narrowed on an individual, a male with his supposed girlfriend next to him. He was doing the

bad deed, but only to impress it would seem, and thus it was the girlfriend who was to carry some of the blame.

In hope to stop him, she picked up her food tray and let her meal unattended, something that wasn't very true a moment later as of the children around,

scooted over to get some extra nutrition. Bringing the metal tray into both hands by her side, she raised it as the back of the boy came within hitting range.

A swift swat with the heavy tray, almost instinctively for Alice, hit the right side of the boy's upper back. It wouldn't bring him down, but the grip he had around the

child's wrist in front was released and the boy stumbled to the left. Turning around and steadying himself with a palm to one of the long rectangular tables. He swore

loudly with an evil pair of eyes towards the squinted one's of the angry Alice, who looked upon him much alike as well. The children around became quiet, and the boy

who was larger than her came to walk with steady feet towards her.

The boy brought back a hand, charging it for a punch,and as it shoot of towards her, she brought up the metal tray and held it firmly in front. The knuckles to metal let the

tray vibrate, sounding out a resonating metallic clang. The boy gritted his teeth, probably by pain and the young Maison drooped down the tray only to grin and speak out

"Hurts doesn't it?". Alice would slide back with her both feet as the hit had pushed her, however above the sound the tray made, an even louder one came from the entrance of the

mess hall. A teacher shouted at them both, as a crowd had formed around them both. The teacher was an older female, who with quick steps came to part the audience and gripped

hard onto each of the two little combatants wrists, yanking them up for their attention. All but scrubbing was for them to do that day and the continuing one. It wasn't to be the only

time she was to hold her ground, but that was how it started. After being let out from the orphanage, two years later, she has cared for herself. Alice now lives within the corrupt city

in an apartment on the very first floor.

Personality:




Alice is a righteous person, or at least tries to be in the current world. She attempts to keep it fair, and holds a witty humor to those who does not.


Usually on a good mood, she can take a rather sharp turn with additional cussing words if something goes wrong or if she happens to dislike.


Having been in the city, she hasn't gotten much practice in the field of combat. But her curious nature has lead her to meet a few or so clickers.


Because of the city as well, Alice have been taught that nothing comes without a bit of effort, and to be strong even in the roughest of situation.


She has yet to see the most cruel types of people, with that, she's slightly naive to folk after all.




Occupation:

Unofficial City Scavenger.

Home:




Furthest in an apartment building, she owns it herself mostly due to it being in such a bad shape. Since the overpopulation of the city the first few months


of the breakout, something she doesn't quite remember, it has now dropped with a few thousand individuals. Thus leaving a few homes unattended.


The apartment in which she lives in, is rumored to be a death trap. Everyone who has lived there has either taken their lives or gotten infected,


Alice seems to be the only one knowing why.


Other:


Of all the things to fear, the most apparent fear Alice has, is the darkness and what it might hide.


Thus, she keeps around at least some back-ups to lead a way with a shining light, and then a fallback if


she now happens to forget the batteries´


Regular things like swimming, Alice has not learned. The reason is that, she has seemingly never given it a go.


She knows there is water, wherein some parts of the city is flooded; however have never thought to jump in,


it hasn't even crossed her mind.She can read fairly good though, having been brought up and taught


by the orphanage personal. Her writing might be a bit poor though.


OOC:


Yeah, the character's visual appearance is the deuteragonist of the game "The Last Of Us" called Ellie, however,


Alice does not retain the abilities of Ellie; such as being immune and able to breath spores. Mostly because it


would ruin a bit of rp, and mainly because it's just a poor thing to do. I choose the character appearance because


she seemed fitting for what I did like to role-play, and it's just rather interesting´

 

[Navaro]

Name: Garcia, Anthony I


Age: 30 yrs.


Looks: Garcia stands around 5'6", at about 135 pounds. He is well-built, a bit more muscular and capable than the average survivor. As a native Hawaiian and second-generation Philippino, he has dark olive skin, jet black hair usually cut short and kept under some sort of cap. His eyes are dark brown as well, bordering on darkness. His typical attire consists of some sort of flannel or button-down longsleeve atop dark blue bootcut jeans and experienced leather hiking boots.


Gear: He keeps an assortment of lighters and matchbooks taped and otherwise strapped to his preferred NY Yankees camouflage cap. Canned foods, bottled water, and a general first aid kit reside in his military canvas rucksack, along with a modest amount of .30-06 rounds and .45ACP ammuntion. He has a sheath for his wood-handled hatchet on the right of his waist, and a drop holster for a blued M1911 below that. Whenever venturing out, he has a Winchester Model 70 slung over his left shoulder.


History: Garcia was the only child to two USAF parents. Growing up a military life, he moved from state to state every few years. He was born in New York, but only stayed for three subsequent months prior to moving to four states before his final home of Cheyenne, Wyoming. Here, he started growing distant from his parents, acquaintances, just about everything. For the next three years, he lived like this. The time to move was coming up in a few months. But the epidemic hit. On day zero, he was in Denver, Colorado with his AFJROTC unit for a drill competition.


Personality: Garcia's personality revolves around laughs. This led to him gaining school-wide popularity and the nickname of 'humor'. He took his jokes so far that he had an existential crisis as to whether he was a genuine joker or an erratic sociopath. He has trouble empathizing with people since he took to alienation and laughing-it-off when he experienced tragedy.


Occupation: Scavenging for himself, by himself, drifting.


Home: Any cover over his head w/o spores, away from hazard.


Other: Experienced on both sides with the FEDRA/Military, Fireflies, independent survivors' towns (but never bandits or hunters or those kinds), he prefers being on the move, welcomes a partner or two.


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