Realistic or Modern Apocalypse - Characters

[rennuelaw]

rennuelaw hey, I don't know if it's just me, but I think one of the weapon picture link didn't work correctly.

Oh, i'll fix that

 

[rennuelaw]

rennuelaw hey, I don't know if it's just me, but I think one of the weapon picture link didn't work correctly.

It should be better now

 

[Rumble Fish]

Name:
Milly McDonald
Age:
20
Birthday:
4th October
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Height:
5'3 ft
Weight:
34.5 kg
Distinguishing Marks:
Scars on her back, shoulders and on her right hip
Personality:
Quiet,
Polite,
Timid,
Kind,
A bit of a coward,
Loyal,
Helpful,
Determined
Likes:
Friends,
Quiet,
When people are getting along,
Food,
Helpful people
Dislikes:
Loud people,
Zombies,
Being patronized,
Being treated badly,
Chaos,
Being cold
Strengths:
Loyal,
Helpful,
Can be strong willed
Weaknesses:
Blind,
Not physically strong,
Timid
Moral Alignment:
Lawful Good
Weapon(s):

History:
Having been born blind, Milly's story is somewhat different to others. Her parents had split up when she was young but only her mother was allowed to see her. She does not remember why she was not allowed to be around her father but all she was told was it was something that happened which was the cause of her limp in her right leg. Her mum did not let her leave the house for years in the misguided notion that she had to "protect" her because of her blindness, which caused Milly to be come agoraphobic. Once the outbreak happened, Milly and her mother still stayed in the same house but at some point during the initial surge of zombies, the house ended up being raided and Milly was forced to flee. She got separated from her mother and to this day does not know what happened. Too worried to venture out by herself, she found refuge in another abandoned house which she has stayed in since.
Other:
Typically wears a navy blue jacket with a red scarf that covers her mouth
Has a rucksack which contains her knife and a white teddy that she is really attached to.
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S n o w

 

[Sxm.Quentiin]

Name: Lorne Carnegie

Nickname: Lorie (Sometimes)



Age: 18

Birthday: March 16

Gender: Cis-Male

Sexuality: Bisexual Biromantic, Prefers Men.

Height: 6.0”

Weight: 180 lb


Distinguishing Marks: He has a small scar on his right thumb.


Personality:

Lorne is usually a pretty stoic person nowadays. He used to be very upbeat and cheerful, but now everything is kind of gray. He still finds comfort and happiness in little things that happen, but usually remains pretty dissatisfied with how life has turned out. He isn’t cynical -- in fact, he is very hopeful that life will return to the way it once was. He can be a little naive, and he is very headstrong and stubborn. He tries, for the most part, to be kind, and has a huge heart. He is mostly controlled by his conscience. He likes to joke around, using sarcasm and humor as a crutch sometimes when he feels his life is a little too serious. He get’s a little moody more often than usual now, and it isn’t unlikely that you’ll catch him in a funk and get bitched because of all the pressure.


Likes:

Stormy Weather, Conversation, Peace.

Dislikes:


Stress, Condescending People, Heat


Strengths:

He is typically very likable.

He is a strong runner.

Acrobatic

He is lead by his emotions. (also a weakness)

Weaknesses:

Empathetic to a fault.

Socially Submissive.

He is lead by his emotions.



Moral Alignment:

Neutral Good


Weapon(s):

Lorne uses his older brother’s metal baseball bat as a weapon

He also uses his father’s Glock 19

Gear:

A duffel bag full with

A canteen

A few loose water bottles

Rations

All of the ammunition he could stockpile

Matches

Paper for kindling

A flashlight

firecrackers




History:


Lorne was born in Topeka, Kansas, but moved to Colorado when he was 10. His family was relatively normal until his parents got a divorce when he was 15 because of his mother’s affair with his (underage) best friend Kellin. After that, Lorne lived with his father and his older brother Peter. He always did very well in school but tended to shy away from sports. He appreciated theatre, and had a nice singing voice, but never considered himself good enough to be onstage -- so he worked on the tech crew in both his local community theatre and in his high school productions, often helping actors learn choreography as well. He found a lot of solace in socialization. He was always rather outgoing and attended many outdoor concerts, naturally making friends with all kinds of people. Everywhere he went, someone recognized him and came up to greet him from that time they talked at the library or the time they danced together at the music festival. When the Apocalypse hit, he and his family tried their best not to go outside. They didn't know what might happen. They managed (barely) to survive on what food they had inside the house for about a month and a half before they finally had to venture outside. They decided to head south and try to find someplace untouched -- or at least where there were more survivors. Unfortunately, Lorne witnessed both his father and brother's murders in their third week of travel. He was on his own. He knew he couldn't survive by himself, so he is currently seeking out any group of survivors he can find.

 

[Little Lozy]

Hello there, are you still accepting characters? Is it possible for me to jump in this bandwagon?

 

[Rock And Roll Boy]

Hello there, are you still accepting characters? Is it possible for me to jump in this bandwagon?

Me want to jump in too.

 

[Rock And Roll Boy]

Little Lozy

We should make our C.Ss anyway and wait to see what happens.

 

[Little Lozy]

N A M E
tessa(tess) lynn thomas
A G E
32
D O B
march 20
G E N D E R
female
S E X U A L I T Y
heterosexual
H E I G H T
5'9"
W E I G H T
130lbs
M A R K S

Spoiler: tattoo

____________________

P E R S O N A L I T Y
tess sees the world for what it is and she isn't going to water it down for anyone. Life is shit, people are shit, trust is stupid, and we all die eventually. but she's one to hold her head up and declare today is not that day. she isn't some optimist or a cynic, tess is a realist, that's just the way things are. the great thing about her is she's never once claimed to be something she's not. she shares her thoughts openly and believes in being honest. tess has lived through her own shit and she'll live through this(maybe).
L I K E S
coffee | alcohol | fixing things
D I S L I K E S
rotting smell | waiting | pancakes
S T R E N G T H S
scavenging | can fix most things | tact
W E A K N E S S E S
weak stomach | anger issues | partial hearing loss
M O R A L A L I G N M E N T
neutral good
______________________

P R E V I O U S O C C U P A T I O N
welder | party girl | badass
H I S T O R Y
tess had the american average upbringing. her parents divorced when she was nine. her mom remarried and her dad never did. she graduated highschool with a reputation for bad boys and a good time. after highschool she took time off and traveled the us with her friends. she knew she wasn't college bound but they were so she was going to enjoy this summer and the next year of her life. she drifted apart from those high school friends and now, well now who knows what has happened to them. tess went to a top knot he tech college and earned a degree as a welder. with that handy skill in her pocket she travled always finding work, who doesn't want a hot babe who can get shit done? tess through the years managed to check things off her bucket list and her reputation always proceeded her: likes bad boys and always down for a good time. she gained skill after skill, picking up different trades at each job. her last job was in Colorado working at a muffler shop where she created metal artwork on the side. then the world went to shit and all hell broke loose. she looted, she's not afraid to admit she was getting into fists fights at the Walmart fighting for stuff to survive. she's made it this long, and now she's heard of pax, we'll see how far she goes
______________________
W E A P O N S & S U P P L I E S





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S n o w she's done

 

[Rock And Roll Boy]

Appearance (Realistic Only):



Name: Julietta Scarugé

Nickname: June, Julie

Age: 21

Birthday: 28th January 1996

Gender: Female

Sexuality: (Closeted) Lesbian

Height: 6'5" (Tall)

Weight: Light enough, although that will change soon.

Distinguishing Marks:

. Little stretch marks, on her lower chest, due to her rough pregnancy. (They're still there, even now)



. This tattoo she got illegally

Personality:

Likes: . Spending money (Badly)

. Technology (Mainly Laptops)

. Her family


Dislikes: . Losing her glasses

. Reading

. Fighting amongst loved ones

Strengths: . Great with computers

. Owns a lot of weapons

. Can sympathise with others


Weaknesses: . Over protective of Charlotte

. Can get emotional if the right memories are triggered

. Can't see well without her glasses


Moral Alignment: Good


Weapon(s):

. Fully charged Stun Gun

. Sets of gleaming knifes

. Pocket Knife

. Rope (She can make use of it)

History:

Julietta grew up in a standard modern househould, her mother being an obsessed cook and her father being a former traveller. She wondered how her parents even met, her mother in the kitchen most of the time. Yet, when asked, her mother said:
"There are monumental things that life offers you. Once discovered, they'll change your life".

At school, she hung out with a suggestive crowd. Her 'best friends'. They were all with the hottest guys, 'procuring' the best exam results, had a big following and so on. Her 'best friends' made her get with her now ex boyfriend. He was cute, though he had no manners. They put immense peer pressure on her. Julietta knew she wasn't really affected by guys but she gave in and got together with him. They spent time together, Julietta trying to develop some sort of friendship but he actually grew very attached to her and asked her out. He gave her her first kiss after refusing, her 'best friends' coercing her to be with him. Even sleep with him.

She invited him round one late evening and tried to explain that she just wanted to be friends. He didn't have any of it and tried to make out with her, Julietta trying to retaliate against him, him pinning her down and punched her face as she kicked out. Julietta couldn't call out for help, her parents out for dinner and her phone smashed by him.

She wished she'd just passed out but she was conscious as he sexually assaulted her, stripping her and doing whatever he wanted with her. He left an hour later, Julietta in shock and traumatised by his actions.

A few weeks later, Julietta getting threats from her assaulter and making her keep quiet, she found herself vomiting each morning and her stomach bloating. She barely had the guts to take a pregnancy test but she knew she had to be sure.

Her parents knew something was up when their daughter kept vomiting each morning for nearly a month. She spilt the pregnancy part to her mother, after her mother sat her down for a private chat about her vomiting. Once she told her mother, not knowing how she'd take it, her mother also checking her pregnancy test, just smiled and hugged her daughter.
"It's okay, sweetheart, I'm not mad, it's all okay".
Of course, Julietta twisted the story about the father of the baby. The morning sickness got worse, to the point where she ended up curled up on the floor after vomiting, so she ended up taking time off school. The few times she went to school, she wore a lot of clothing so her assaulter wouldn't find out about her pregnancy. Her 'best friends' had been informed about the assault and were laughing their asses off, making crude remarks and messed up jokes, making Julietta burst into tears and just run home, not wanting to be anywhere near the school.

Her health deteriorated more as time progressed, her morning sickness still crippling. Her mother got her some herbal tea to help with that, although it didn't help as much. Near the third trimester, after her worst case of morning sickness and aches and pains all over her body, she just broke down and told her parents everything, her parents calling the police immediately after getting the guy's name. Him and the bad crowd got arrested within two hours, Julietta smiling for the first time in months.

During a stormy night, Julietta, watching the news, feeling completely drained, felt her waters break, screaming for her parents, no time for an ambulance as she felt the baby coming. Within half an hour, she gave birth to a healthy baby girl.

When the virus got out, Julietta was putting her little one to bed. She had named her Charlotte. Her parents were out having dinner, Julietta downstairs and watching TV. During the breakout, her hometown was sectioned and her parents couldn't get back in. Julietta packed a bag, grabbed Charlotte and managed to get out of town. A riot broke out half an hour later, her parents killed in it.

(Right, that's all of it)

S n o w

 

[Best Trekkie.]

Name--- John B. Marshal (hopefully no intended reference)

Nickname--- French

Age--- 20

Birthday--- June 6th 1997

Gender--- Male

Height--- 5'2"

Weight--- 100 pounds (small skeletal frame)

Distinguishing marks--- Large scar down right side of face.

Likes

1. Repairing a vast amount of things. (Mostly Cars, Trucks, Etc.)

2. Being alone. (sometimes)

3. Close to Mid-range combat.


Dislikes

1. ANYTHING involving killing innocent people. (And hearing civilians being called "Acceptable Casualties")

2. People killing for sport. (Unless in self defense)

3. Talking in front of a large crowd/group.



Strengths

+ urban agility

+ Heavy endurance

+ Driving


Weaknesses

- Not very physically strong

- Is more of a lone wolf instead of a group leader

- Although smart, this does get the better of him



Morale Alignment--- Neutral


Weapons


Suppressed Silenced 9mm Pistol (As well as enough ammunition for at least 4 reloads)









History--- Born in a suburban town in Fredericksburg VA. John loved to repair vehicles, animate characters, and eventually serve in the police force as a private investigator. It was when he was called down to a family home when he first witnessed the virus. When he arrived on the scene there were already police cars out front with their driver and passenger side doors open and lights flashing. There was a police officer on the ground at the entrance to the home. Loading his 9mm pistol, John walked towards the police officer who he could now see had a terrible injury to his chest. Before John got more than a foot closer though, the officer stood up awkwardly turned to face John with it's dead lifeless eyes, and immediately lunged at his arm. The undead officer was fast, but John was faster. He shot the undead officer in the head at least three times before knocking it to the floor and stomped his boot onto it's head killing it instantly. Rushing back to his car, John tried to radio the station but the second he switched to the main channel, his ears were filled with the distress calls and death screams of countless law enforcement and military personnel. He had to exit the state. John drove ninety five miles through abandoned streets and interstate overpasses. It was only very recently that he had stopped at an old barn in a forest where he resides currently.



Picture >

 

[Rumble Fish]

S n o w you got another app, fam

 

[Velkyn]

Name: Róża Helminski

Nickname: Rose

Age: 22

Birthday: 23.January.2000

Gender: Cis-Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Height: She stands at 5'1", or 155 Centimetres

Weight: 107 Pounds, or 48.5 Kilograms

Distinguishing Marks: She was born without any marks, but her past has left some scars on her. Just above her knee, on her right leg, is a scar two inches long, that runs straight up her leg. She has a similar scar on her left arm, it's much shorter and runs horizontal to her elbow. She has a Tattoo, it's located on her upper left leg, and appears to be a feathered bird, most likely a pigeon, crowned with a few flowers. It has a tribal design, and is entirely black.

Personality: Róża's personality is very flexible. She's not bipolar, but there is definitely two sides to her persona. Usually, she is a very reserved and quiet individual. She often struggles to truly connect with people and find emotion with or towards them. She is definitely a strong but silent type, and she is quite logical and practical. She's very goal-oriented. And she hates failure. Often striving to achieve at most costs, it can be both a downfall and an advantage. She's very practically-minded
There is another side to her, a leader of sorts. When put into a situation where teamwork is required, you can count on her being the one giving orders. She could pull a group through hell and back if she had too. She would never volunteer to be a leader, but if told to she will do it well.

Likes:
* Snow, Cold weather in general.
* Quietness, respect for privacy, and an overall sense of practicality.
* Trust. Trust is a rare thing, and to her especially. Having someone she trusts assures her.
* Respect. While she would never ask for someone to treat her as her father was, she appreciates appreciation for her work. It's satisfying.
* Patience. She often struggles with smaller things, and showing patience to her can be rewarding.

Dislikes:
* Chaos. She hates not being in control of a situation. Whether it be dangerous to her or not, if she or someone she knows can't change it, she isn't fond of it.
* Violence. Especially against other survivors. She understands that in order to survive, it's necessary. But she will try to avoid it.
* Overall Unhappiness. While she isn't the most emotional person, she can help others get through rough times. She's an exceptional listener and understands others.
* Laziness. Róża is under a mindset that there is always something to be done. Idly doing nothing is a peeve of hers, and is a quick way of getting on her bad side.
Strengths:
* She can be surprisingly limber. Whether it be running, climbing, or anything dexterous, she can be good at it.
* She knows her way around a gun, and is a pretty fine shot as well. While not a marksman by any means, in her mind, a human shaped combatant isn't hard to hit.
* Leadership. As mentioned above, when called into a leadership position, she can excel at her job. She may not be the most confident in doing so, but she is good at it.
* Cooking. She is decent at it, and will happily make meals for people with what she has.
* Stealth. She is pretty good at getting around without being seen, and even better about not being heard. Everyone makes mistakes, Including her, but she is still exceptional.

Weaknesses:
* Panic. She starts to panic quickly, especially under high stress. A life threatening situation might cause her to act somewhat irrational.
* Language. Róża is trilingual. She is native to Polish, learned German, then English. Her English is alright, but she can often has troubles holding faster conversations, or describing certain things. She might occasionally slip back to Polish as well.
* Aggressiveness. This doesn't apply all the time, but more in dangerous situations. She lives under the idea that when in danger, speed is key to survival. If she can keep her nerves together, she purposely acts as fast as she can think. While sometimes deadly, it could easily be fatal.
* Mistrust. While she truly seeks someone that she trusts fully, she perceives everyone in a harsh light at first. Everyone is a threat to her, until further judgement. Not that she kills everyone, but she isn't going to be giving out warm welcomes either.
* Physical strength. Being the slim statured person that she is, she isn't very strong. She struggles to carry large rucksacks, and can easily tire under strain. While by no means weak, she couldn't brute her way through a door if she tried.

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Weapon(s): Róża is both lightly armed and heavily armed. In total, she's armed with a MP-9 Suppressed, with only one magazine and a CZ-PO9 Duty with three. The Submachine gun has a suppressor fitted to the end, and her pistol has a light fixed onto the lower rail. They are both 9mm weapons, and as such take the same ammunition.
She usually is never found without a small, black pocket knife. She keeps it on her for more personal reasons than anything. It's made of a hard, black metal, that accompanies a long silver blade.

History:
Róża was the only child of a Polish Ambassador. Her life was constantly on the move, from country to country. When she was nine, her father was put in Berlin for an extended period of time, where she learned how to speak her second language, and spent memorable amount of her childhood. Now, she wishes she could go back.
At the age of fourteen, She was sent back to Poland to attend military school, alone. She was the only female in attendance, and that wasn't taken well among the others. She arrived in her classes, which led to an unprecedented amount of name-calling, bullying, and worse. It's here where she acquired her two scars, both coming from a knife in the wrong hands, jealous hands.
After her third year, she graduated early at the top of her class. She went back to Poland for nearly three years. Here, she attended foreign policy classes, following in the steps of her father. From a year in Polish Law, to an extra year of military preparedness, she was developing a future in serving for her country.
However, upon her 21st birthday, her father returned home. He offered her a year-long trip to America, a place she always wanted to see. She accepted immediately, and without hesitation. The details of the trip were that she had to serve as his guard, under the others. Almost like an Internship, but instead with armed guards. Twenty four hours later, she was on a private jet inbound to Seattle, Washington.
Luckily, her first half year was fairly uneventful. She learned how to guard an individual, how to get someone from point A to point B without them dying, worst case scenario type stuff. In her off time, she explored the streets and began slowly picking up the English Language. Life was going stellar for her; For once in her life, she was actually liking where she was at. She even got romantically involved with her trainer, a government official, and military veteran of the French guard. He was a hired guard, a mercenary of sorts.
However, life changed for her as June neared. May 29th, All flight was suspended in and out of Washington. Her team was not given information, and remained inside the Polish Embassy. June 2nd, News of mysterious, yet numerous deaths was spreading to Seattle. A curfew was established, and the streets seemed not nearly as busy as they once were. Still no contact from a government. Two weeks passed without a word, just a number that kept doubling. The Embassy was on high guard now, shifts always kept and guns on everyone who could hold one. Somehow, looting had started in the streets. People trapped in their houses out of fear were running low on food, and nobody was out running stores. Three days later, gunshots echoed through the streets as people got desperate.
Róża was starting to get really anxious. She hates not knowing what was happening, but she kept her cool. Two days after the gunshots started, the Embassies came under fire. Quite a bit as well. Whether they believed the Polish were at fault for the deaths, or they knew that they had clean water and food, anger and rage sent bullets through the windows and doors. Her first time under actual fire, and she cracked. It might have saved her life, fleeing instead of fighting, but it might have caused the deaths of three of her friends, Including her trainer. Her father lived, but three Polish dead made the situation dire.
The next day, The power went out as the city slowly descended into chaos. And she hates every moment of it. Only four Poles remained after the incident, including her father.
Another two days past, and she finally made it out of that horrible city, and away from whatever had gotten hold of her father. He went irresponsive, and aggressively attacked his man with a knife, killing him. He only grunted and growled as he hacked the knife into his neck, and she had watched it all...
She pushed it out of her head as she climbed over the small brick wall, her gun slung in between her bag and her back. She looked down the long stretch of road and struggled to read the words on the sign, picking out "Highway" and "South". She shrugged her shoulders and continued on.

Equipment and Supplies:
Supplies: She managed to gather a small amount of basic supplies before she fled. She has a small medical case, containing some gauze, two medium sized bandages, and some painkillers. She has two clean bottles of water, and three granola bars. She has a few Chem lights she gathered, and a small flare.
Equipment. Róża wears her equipment around her waist, specifically on a black belt rig. It fits snugly around her waist, and is where she keeps her pistol, her spares, and the medical supplies. She also wears a small, black backpack. It holds what you'd expect it too, but that's about it. It fits flat against her back. Other than that, she wears a forest green shirt, and fit black leggings, with blue stripes adorning each side. She has a grey hoodie hat can be worn as well, which is stored in her bag.

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Name: Feng Yaozu

Nickname: Sage

Age: 22

Birthday: 17.November.1999

Gender: Cis-Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Height: 5'9", Or 175cm

Weight: 155 Pounds, or 70 Kilograms

Distinguishing Marks: While he holds no tattoos on his body, he does have a decently sized burn on his left hand, in the form of a triangle.

Personality: Subtly confident, I think you could put it. He isn't the most talkative person on the planet, but he is a social person. He is the one that can give a group of people confidence, false or not. He's very good at keeping people together. He is easygoing and laid back, but is there when you need him. Lazy by no means.

Likes:
* Conversations, especially over entertainment. It reminds him of when everything hadn't gone to hell, and it's his preferred way of passing time.
* Alcohol. He by no means is a drunk, but having something to take the edge off him every now and then, it keeps him happy.
* He is a warm weather and sun type of person. His favorite days are sitting under a tree as a warm breeze flows past.
* Cleaning. Whether it be general organization or scrubbing dishes, he find tasks considered tedious a good way to take your mind off of life.
Dislikes:
* Violence, specifically with Rifles. He isn't a very strong-stomached person, and seeing a head pop made him wish he never had.
* Blood, for the same reasons. He just isn't fond of Injuries in general.
* Arrogance, and overall selfishness. He believes that humanity is in this together, and going against each other will make the situation worse
* Sarcasm, and over all passive-aggressiveness. He isn't sure what causes it, but there isn't a quicker way to make him frustrated than this.

Strengths:
* Archery. He learned how to use a bow when he was a kid, and has so far only done target practice, but he's a decent shot nonetheless
* Thoroughness In whatever he does. From scouring for food or preparing a meal, he makes sure it's done and done right.
* Stress, or handling it. He isn't one to break under hard times, he keeps kicking. He knows how to get himself through it, but can have trouble convincing others of the same
* Organization. He used to work inventory, and he always keeps check of his supplies, and would happily do the same for others if necessary. In a group setting, this could prove very useful.

Weaknesses:
* He tends not to want to cause harm, unless absolutely dire. You couldn't count on him to help fight unless lives were on the line. He's a pacifist at heart, and struggles with it.
* Heat. Hot and humid days can quickly unnerve him, unhinge his calm. He doesn't deal with high temperature days very well, and prefers cooler weather. This also applies to long days of hard work, he can become agitated and antagonize-able.
* He isn't very agile. He fits into a middle ground, as he isn't overly athletic. He isn't the strongest by far, and his stamina is quickly bested by others. While he's good at short dashes, any more and he will quickly tire.

Moral Alignment: Neutral Good.

Weapon(s):
* He carries a Longbow, typically slung around his torso. It's made of a flexible wood, and is a middle grounds in terms of power. He only has four arrows currently, and will only use it as a last resort.
* He has a thin, light wooden pole he found in his apartment. It's a quarterstaff of sorts, something blunt and light. He never learned how to use it, but he imagines it wouldn't be hard to use if he had too.

Equipment: He doesn't have much in terms of usefulness. When he left his door, he took his school bag, a large backpack. It had enough room to hold anything he needed, and probably more. He had emptied his school books and binders from it and replaced them with a simple hoodie, some leftover junk food he had lying around, and a few water bottles. He had tried to find something in case he hurt himself, but only came up with some cough syrup and painkillers. Besides his thermos of water, that was all he had managed to find.

History: Feng was born in Wuhan, China, and that's where he grew up. He was an only child, to a loving mother and father. He was raised on farmland, going day to day living off the land. He eventually attended school, and rose to the higher levels of his classes. By the age of 15, he had earned a paid exchange program, allowing him to be sent to America. Originally he was against it, but after some thought he decided to give it a shot.
"Oh, how I wish I didn't."
He spent three years in private classes, he was studying to become a Mechanical Engineer, and was grinding through high-school courses to get accepted to a high college. It was here where he learned how to speak English, well enough to get by day to day. His English isn't perfect by any standard, but it's more than sufficient. He eventually graduated from the private school, getting a scholarship to the University of Southern California.
He spent three years here as well, and would of finished his studies if everything was still normal. He was asleep when the news first came, around May 31st. He got word that class was canceled for two weeks. He was Initially excited; Extra time to catch up on studies and sleep sounded amazing. However, Two weeks off peaked his interest. He found out the next day of the unexpected deaths, and that flights home were suspended until further notice.
He spent the next two weeks in his room, alone. He didn't let anyone into his room, just isolated himself from everything going on. He only left due to the loss of power on campus. "Jesus, what happened to this place" he murmured to himself as he stepped into the courtyard of his complex. The windows were tattered and garbage was strewn across the field. And it smelled like burnt hair, or something similar. Weirdest of all, nobody was to be found. He slung his bag over his shoulder and shrugged, making his way towards the campus gate. He needed to know what was going on.

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I wrote these two individuals over he course of multiple days, so if anything doesn't quite align please let me know. If there are any inconsistencies that slipped by me, I'd be more than willing to correct them. I'm also more than happy to make changes if they don't quite integrate into the story, but I did the best I could. And apologies if I went super overboard aha

 

[Queen_Liyah]

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• Personal Life
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  Full Name: DeeAnglii Natalia Bongiovanni
  
  Nickname(s): Angelii or Dee (Only called by friends)
  
  Age: Twenty-Four
  
  Birthday: August 21
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Sexuality: Bi-sexual
  
  Hometown: Florence, Italy
  
  Moral Alignment: True Neutral
  
  
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  Height: 5'5
  
  Weight: 135
  
  Eye Color: Dark Brown
  
  Hair Color: Dark Brown
  
  Body Type: Slim
  
  
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  Strengths: Hand to Hand Combat; Was thought when she was 16 for self-defense and to protect herself
  Shooting; Learned by the love of her life "Victor" during training for the Mafia
  Specks Multiple Languages; Taught herself how to speak French, Russian, Spanish, Italian
  Social; Very social to get what she want's from people when making deals for company
  
  Weakness: Trust issues: She can't easily trust people because they might take advantage of her
  Sometimes listening to order: She likes to do things that's her way when she thinks the leader is wrong in plan
  Violent: She grew around violence her whole life while her family was the mafia.
  Speed: She is not much of a runner because she gets tired out easily
  
  Likes: Music, Flirting, Making new weapons for herself
  Dislikes: Annoying people, Rude people, Being lied to
  
  Personality: Anglii is a type of person who wants what she wants and she will get it at the end of the day. If she doesn't then well she will use force. She could be a violent woman in your eyes but deep down she has a heart. Before the world went into shit an "zombies" took over she was a very kind and serious business women. Anglii always makes the hard deals for her company and you can say she's a risk taker for her company and to anything she does out of it. She could be very aggressive and bossy, that just happens when your an owner of a company. She is very understanding and helpful if it's needed for anything
  
  Background: DeeAnglii was born in Florence Italy of the parent Ayla and Alessio Bongiovanni. Anglii and her parents were living in a big house, she really didn't understand why she was living in such a house when she was the only child. While growing up her father was always working all day and all night so sometimes she couldn't even see him but he was always there for her and always there to protect her. When she turned ten years old she realized why she was in such a big house because not only her and her parents live there it was her huge family, the maids and the guys her dad works.
  
  When Anglii was 15 her whole life changed for her, she saw with her own eyes for the first time her father torturing a man with a knife for fun while the guy was laughing along with him. She always knew his scent was different like the smell of body but she didn't know that he was killing for fun. She was scared and confused so she went to her mother to tell her everything. She knew all along of who she had married and the type of man he was she didn't care because she knew to her it was love. That same day her father came to her to discuss what he does with his million dollar company which was a leader of some gang. Anglii was to in shock about her father to even understand anything anymore and she wanted to protect herself from him.
  
  Over the years when she turned 18 every time her father would go out for days he always let's his best friend Victor or her father's "beta" would watch over her an train, as much she hated to kill she had no other choice it what needed to be done. After getting used to it and learning hand to hand combat she knew if anyone wants to come against her they would mostly well who knows. She fell in love with Victor and he loved her but they knew they can't be together because of him working for her father and she was Alessio's Daughter but they were together in secret anyways.
  
  But there was always that one tragic day of her life that she may never forget and that was killing a man because he was trying to blackmail her father's company. And honest she enjoyed it as she watched him beg before her knees to not kill him with a gun to his head. She didn't care, he was stealing from the company and he did deserve to die. She will do anything to protect her family and this company at any cost.
  
  When she turned 24, she had full co-ownership from her father while he was retiring from his company and into more of the mafia and his drug dealings. She wasn't really into the drug dealing, it wasn't her thing to do but if they wanted someone dead she will do it to get paid. You can say she was the assassin for the Italians. With all the money she would earn will go to charity or building something known for the company in other countries and states.
  
  When hell broke loose she lost her father right in the beginning of the apocalypse and that was the only person that keeps her calm all those years after Victor's death but things changed after one of the "zombies" came into their home and started to kill everyone that was in it. Once he got over shock she ran into the weapon room and took as many stuff she could carry in her bag and left just in time before any of them could get to her and she been mostly by herself and surviving on her own for what she had left but she knew herself she wouldn't survive on her own for long with the food supply she has left.
  
  Relationships: None for Now [PM me for any ideas]
  
  
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  Equipment:
  Backpack: First Aid Kit
  Extra pair of clothing
  A few water bottles
  Cans of food and snacks
  5 packs of Ammunition
  
  
  Weapons & Ammunition: Pocket Knife
  2 10MM(3 packs of Ammunition)
  1 CZ 75(2 packs of Ammuniton)
  

 

[Rizzy]

Jeremiah​

Name:
Jeremiah Lamonte Williams
Nickname:
Jay

Age:
Twenty-five years old
Birthday:
October 7th
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Height:
6'
Weight:
210 lbs.
Place of Birth: Oakland, California.

Distinguishing Marks:
None.

Personality:
Jeremiah can be chill, outgoing, and not afraid to say whatever is on his mind. Even though being born and raised from a highly strict household, he has a rebellious attitude. Other times, Jay can be distant and isolate himself from others. Not to be outright rude, but to give himself to think about others he lost. He tries his best to stay calm and composed from the most nail-biting situations and tries his best to assist others in dire need.

Likes:
Soul and jazz,
sports,
ladies.
Dislikes:
Topics that he personally thinks are boring and uninteresting,
cold weather,
the scent of cigarettes.

Strengths:
+Athletic.
+Team player.
+Selfless.

Weaknesses:
-Too merciful.
-Doubtful.
-Stubborn.


Moral Alignment:
Neutral good.

Weapon(s)/Equipment:
A metal baseball bat, that Jeremiah uses as an offensive club-like weapon. He also carries a semiautomatic Beretta 93R, a selective-fire 9x19mm machine pistol. He also has a backpack filled inside with a few medical supplies, edible snacks, a water bottle, and extra ammunition.

Background:
Jeremiah Lamonte Williams was born in Oakland, California, he and his family moved to Chicago, Illinois when he was only 10 months old. Growing up, he had an artistry for sports like basketball, baseball, football, and kickboxing. Jeremiah also adored music and dreamed about one day becoming a business accountant. Unexpectedly, he lost his eldest brother to gang violence when Jeremiah was only fourteen years of age. Filled with rage and vengefulness, he decided to join unmerciful gangs in the city of Chicago. Instantly realizing his wrongs, he left street gangs and started to mainly focus on school getting outstanding grades and go on to university majoring in business administration.
As soon as the apocalypse hit, he has lost a lot of his family. He's now alone in an apocalyptic world on his way to Pax-- and his main goal is to survive.



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