Realistic or Modern Apocalypse - Characters

[S n o w]

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• Character Sheet
• Roles

• 
  
  Appearance (Realistic Only)
  
  Name:
  Nickname:
  (optional)
  
  Age:
  Birthday:
  Gender:
  Sexuality:
  Height:
  Weight:
  
  Distinguishing Marks:
  (Tattoos, Bites, etc)
  Personality:
  
  Likes:
  (3+)
  Dislikes:
  (3+)
  
  Strengths:
  (3+)
  Weaknesses:
  (3+)
  
  Moral Alignment:
  Weapon(s):
  
  History:
  (One paragraph minimum)
  Other:
  (optional)​
  
  
  
  Like = Accepted
  Maximum of three characters per person​
  
  
• 
  
  Co-Leaders
  1. William Harris S n o w
  2. M̶a̶v̶e̶r̶i̶c̶k̶ C̶a̶s̶t̶l̶e̶ Crimtot
  
  Group Members
  Francesca Illiani spacient
  Nikita Vissarionovich The_Omega_Effect
  A̶b̶i̶g̶a̶i̶l̶ G̶a̶d̶s̶d̶e̶n̶ Faodaile
  Cole Bishop S n o w
  V̶a̶n̶e̶s̶s̶a̶ G̶r̶e̶e̶n̶w̶o̶o̶d̶ Vanessaaah
  Liam Grove Fizz
  A̶n̶n̶a̶-̶M̶a̶r̶i̶e̶ S̶t̶.̶ C̶l̶a̶i̶r̶e̶ Vanessaaah
  Allegra Sauvagess Human__Ramen
  Colette Marie-Jeanne Angelique Cronos
  Anastasyia Griggs AttackOnTak
  Katherine Powell Human__Ramen
  Molly St John Rumble Fish
  L̶o̶r̶n̶e̶ C̶a̶r̶n̶e̶g̶i̶e̶ Sxm.Quentiin
  Dimitri Larsson rennuelaw
  
  Others
  Felix Sir Monsieur
  Chandler Reyes CupCanes
  Jane Evans Catharsis
  Milly McDonald Rumble Fish
  T̶e̶s̶s̶a̶ L̶y̶n̶n̶ T̶h̶o̶m̶a̶s̶ Little Lozy
  J̶u̶l̶i̶e̶t̶t̶a̶ S̶c̶a̶r̶u̶g̶é̶ R Rock And Roll Boy
  Róża Helminski Velkyn
  Feng Yaozu Velkyn
  Jeremiah Lamonte Williams R Rizzy
  
  No one can live forever​

 

[spacient]

Name:
Francesca Illiani

Nickname:
Frankie

Age:
22

Birthday:
July 15

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Panromantic Asexual

Height:
5' 7"

Weight:
130 lbs
Distinguishing Marks:
She's got small holes in her ears from old gauges that'll never close all the way
And a sleeve of traditional tattoos

Personality:
Frankie is a no-nonsense kind of person, and she's like that because she knows what you have to do to survive. She care about people, even if she doesn't like to give that fact away. She's sarcastic, depressed, and tired, is really what's going on because all she wants to do is find a place to get a proper night's sleep where she doesn't have to worry about zombies eating her face. In her heart though, she's a good person, even if she can be a bit demanding and blunt, but she's only that way so she doesn't have to see another innocent person die to the beasts.​

Likes:
Competent people who pay attention to their surroundings
Quiet, safe moments to relax
Sweet, sweet chocolate and all those other candies

Dislikes:
Incompetence
Laziness
Loud, overzealous people

Strengths:
Ingenuity
Nature survivalist
Physically fit enough to run away and hide

Weaknesses:
Not strong enough to lift heavy weights
Very little knowledge of ranged weaponry (particularly guns) besides what people have showed her
Is often tired

Moral Alignment:
Closest to Chaotic Neutral

Weapon(s):
Machete
Crowbar
Semiautomatic 9mm Pistol

History:
Frankie was just an average girl, living an average life with her parents, her younger brother, and her German shepherd. She was going through college when the initial disease hit, and her family took off for the country, trying to stay ahead of the spread of the disease to no avail. Her brother was the first to go, and then her mother, then her father. She was devastated when her dog was attacked by a pack of rabid zombies, but she was able to get away. Alone and afraid, she learned to survive completely on her own, living by a code of what to wear, how to prepare for sleep, how to lock a room down, etc. The time alone made her hard, and she didn't have time to mourn her losses. She was inwardly relieved when the group finally found her exhausted by the side of a rode, offering to take her to Pax with them.

Other:
She always wears a leather jacket to make it harder for zombies to bite her arms​

 

[The_Omega_Effect]

Appearance:

Name: Nikita Vissarionovich
Age: 21
Birthday: 11th of September
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Height: 5'1 ft in/155 cm
Weight: 109 lb/ 49 kg

Personality:

• Calm
• Cynical
• Stubborn
• Intelligent
• Dark sense of humour
• Slightly Sadistic
• Selfish (unless he is dealing with someone he likes/wants to befriend)
• Trust issues, especially with strangers

Likes:

• Complex systems that work together.
• Good food.
• Not having to fight.
• Being allowed to work in peace.
• Revenge
• Proving his intelligence
• Winning arguments
• People whom he can control easily
• Talking to people
• Playing games such as chess

Dislikes:

• Being forced to do anything
• Not being in control
• Fighting
• Keeping quiet/not letting people know his opinion
• Boredom
• Being given orders
• Those that oppose him
• Not being respected/Not having his work respected

Strengths:

• Excellent aim with small firearms. (Pistols, Small sub machine guns)
• Incredible knowledge of the medical field. (Can do surgery, can treat most wounds, and is relatively good at diagnosing.)
• Good knowledge in mechanics and electronics (although, neither as good as his knowledge in medicine.)
• Great at management and planning.

Weaknesses:

• Terrible at hand to hand combat.
• Very weak in terms of body strength meaning that he will not be able to carry too much or use heavy weapons.
• Is afraid of animals and insects.
• Very addictive personality. (He can easily get addicted to a substance/action/anything that can be replicated)

Moral Alignment:
Lawful neutral/Lawful evil
Weapon(s):

• A 9mm Glock 18
• A small crowbar

History:
Nikita's story of how he survived is different than others. While most struggled to survive against the undead while fighting them, Nikita was in relative comfort. He was never much of a fighter. Not before the apocalypse with him cooped up in the small dorm he was given in his medical university and certainly not now. If he was forced to go alone, he would not survive a week in this new world. However, he did not have to. Due to his knowledge in many useful fields, especially medicine, he is often kept away from the fighting by others in the many groups he was in. Always viewed as a valuable asset, Nikita was never allowed to be put in harms way due to how fragile he seemed and actually was. Whenever he saw that a group was about to fall apart, he quickly seized the opportunity to take whatever tools/ medical supplies he could and run away to find another group to work with.

In the past, he mostly kept to himself, only speaking to the others when it came to making decisions. He did not like getting interrupted. But due to his latest encounter with the group he was with before this one, he learned that not being an active member in terms of socialising and whatnot lead to people generally disliking you and not trusting your judgement. Nikita realised that by going to this safe haven, he could live a comfortable live by putting his knowledge at good use and be kept safe from all danger.

 

[Vanessaaah]

Vanessa Greenwood
Age: 22
Birthday: October 13
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Height: 5'6
Weight: 125 lbs

Distinguishing Marks:
She has a tattoo of the "Valley of Gods" Mountain range on her right forearm accompanied with the script "The mountains are calling and I must go" Her left arm looks as if there was also some tattoo there before, however it is damaged and almost indistinguishable due to all the scar tissue that runs from her left chest down to her fingertips from a previous encounter with another human which resulted in a fight for her life. The same attack left marks in her side and abdomen.

Personality:
Vanessa is quiet. She prefers to stay out of things, and out of other peoples lives. She's reserved and apprehensive about new people and new places. She is most expressive through her eyes and was once told that when someone took the time to break her walls and get to know her they always gave her away. She's also resourceful, and rather intelligent though typically the last to share her thoughts and ideas.

Likes:
Quiet, being left alone and most importantly people who can take care of themselves.

Dislikes:
Arguments, people who can only survive by relying on the skill of others, talking about herself.

Strengths:
She's excellent at hand to hand/close encounter combat
Has a brain for for things like picking locks, by passing security measures, and anything with wires
Survivalist

Weaknesses:
Long range weaponry
medical knowledge (if it's more advanced than cover it with a band-aid and hope the bleeding stops she's typically useless)
She fails to speak up during times of discussion and tends to keep her ideas to herself mainly due to her fear of failure.

Moral Alignment:
neutral evil

Weapon(s):
2 daggers
small throwing knives
9mm glock (for emergencies)

History:
Her family was a military family. Her father was a Navy SEAL, a path that both of her older brothers followed to, and her mother was a helicopter pilot with the Air Force and that's just the start to the long list of family members who vowed themselves to their country. It was a path that she herself was raised for, and she would have enlisted...if the dead didn't rise. She went to military school and took multiple classes to hone skills she would need in the field, her family had always been very hands-on so long range weapons were only used in hunting season. Taught to keep her mouth shut, speak only when spoken to and to push her body to its breaking point she has managed to retain a sense of familiarity with the changes that have been made.

When asked she'll say she survived with the training her family provided her, but in reality it was nothing but dumb luck. She just happened to be in the right place, at the right time with the right people. When the infected began to rise from their graves her father was the first to be called to fight for his country and after a couple days her mother, and then both of her brothers all of them going through the same thing. Contact, then radio silence. She doesn't know if they're alive or dead. When she heard about Pax she let herself hope that her family was alive and had found solitude there, which is why she joined the group. However she wouldn't admit to that, she once gave the answer "So I have someone to out run" when asked and it has seemed that since then no one else has thought to ask. In reality she joined because she's terrified of being on her own.

 

[S n o w]

Name:
William Harris

Nickname:
Will

Age::
28

Birthday:
August 18th

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Height:
5'10"

Weight:
163 lbs

Distinguishing Marks:
He has a scar from being bitten on his right shoulder, and another on his right wrist.

Personality:
Will has good intentions, and does his best to do the 'right' thing at all times. He only wants a few things out of life. For everyone in his group to survive so they can all make it to Pax together, and to make other people happy. He feels personally responsible for the people in his group, as if every death or day they don't make it to Pax is his fault. He's friendly to the living, maybe too much, as long as they don't threaten him and merciless to the dead. He'll do anything to protect those he cares about.

Likes:
+Socializing
+Protecting Others
+Music
+Bitter/Salty Foods

Dislikes:
-Loud noises
-Being surprised
-People that belittle others
-Sweets
-Guns

Strengths:
†Physically Strong
†Perceptive
†Agile: If needed, he could climb up a tree to escape if he had to.

Weaknesses:
†Unshakable Belief: No matter what, he's getting them to Pax. Even if it means taking a shorter, more dangerous route than going the long way around.
†Not very fast
†Sympathetic: He doesn't like to be the one to make the hard choice.

Moral Alignment:
Chaotic Good

Weapon(s):
C̶r̶o̶s̶s̶b̶o̶w̶
Machete

History:
Before Apocalypse, Will wasn't much of anything. He flunked out of college at the age of 19, and was forced to work for his brother in his garage after his parents kicked him out for being a freeloader. Will was on the other side of the country when the first report of the disease appeared on the news, but no one in his family thought much of it. His brother joked that it would be just like H1N1, and be old news in a months time. Then a month passed, and his brother was dead. It wasn't the disease that got his parents. One of his old neighbors found out about his brother and convinced himself that their entire family was infected, and would infect the rest of the neighborhood if no one did anything about it. Like may others, Will and his girlfriend, Ericka, tried to outrun the disease by fleeing to the countryside. And for a while, they were successful.

Until September 24th, 2021, when an undead golden retriever attacked Ericka when they went back into the city to see if any of her family had survived. If it had been a normal dog, being bitten on the ankle wouldn't have been a big deal. She died in the middle of the night while they were sleeping in an abandoned car, and Will only realized it when she took a bite out of his shoulder. He managed to push her off him, but not before she'd gotten his wrist too. He shot her with a gun he never intended to use. He hasn't used a gun since.

Hearing about Pax was the only thing that gave him hope, when for a long time after Ericka he had given up. He didn't mean for the group to become what it has. He only ever wanted to make it to Pax to see it for himself, and picked up others along the way.

Other:
He has a small messenger bag to carry supplies.​

 

[Faodaile]

ABIGAIL GADSDEN

Nickname: By default, she hates being called Abby; it was a childhood nickname that she grew to resent over time.
Age: 25.
Birthday: 21 December 1997.
Gender: Female.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 132 Ibs; it sways with their condition.

Distinguishing Marks: She has yet to have been bitten, and only has small scars about her body from the past. Abigail does, however, have a tattoo of a mandala similar to {this} on the middle of her upper back, between her shoulder blades.
Personality: The past years developments have hardened her. She does not trust, and she does not make friends. She is extremely resourceful and will make do with almost and situation, and almost never complains. At first she was apprehensive about killing those that were once alive- but by now, she has perfected the knife-to-the-skull technique. She isn't exactly selfish, but she has a strong desire to survive. Despite that, if someone needs her help, she will try her best to assist them in whatever they might need.

Likes: The beach. God, how she misses going to Greece every summer and laying in the sun with her family. Horses. She's always had an affinity for them, but they are rare nowadays. Coffee. She is obsessed, and wishes she could consume more; she could practically live off of it, if it weren't for the physical downsides.
Dislikes: Long-range weaponry; she feels oddly vulnerable when using them, and prefers close combat. Plus-guns make noise. Noise attracts others. Hoarders. People that keep trophies for themselves in times such as these and refuse to share with those that helped them obtain them. Rude people, generally.

Strengths: Surprisingly strong for her build. Reasonably fast, though she couldn't outrun too many people smaller than her. Very resourceful.
Weaknesses: She has no idea how to use any sort of long-range weaponry besides a pistol. Epilepsy. She needs medication daily in order to subdue her seizures. She has some stocked up, but it won't last long. Other humans. She struggles to fight them, even if they intend to kill her.

Moral Alignment: Lawful neutral.

Weapon(s): A baseball bat. A common kitchen knife.

History: Abigail had a rather normal childhood, save for being diagnosed with epilepsy at aged seventeen. She dabbled in the culinary arts and even went to school for it for a time, though that ended quickly due to the apocalypse. She was living far from her family and is still unsure of their demise, but is hopeful that perhaps they made it to Pax before her. She has had to dispatch three people from this world since everything ended; her best friend Toby, who attacked her in her sleep- killed via a brutal bashing to the head with a lamp, the bartender that lived down the hall that she killed with the baseball bat that she kept hidden behind her door in case of emergencies, and a dying man who begged mercy. She killed him by a knife to the chest and never really got over any of them. She is well aware that she is running low on medication but has yet to tell any of her group mates yet- do they really need another worry to weigh them down? She has been sneaking it from the Pharmacies that they have breaking into, but it is getting less and less common that each day goes by. She keeps her pill bottles stuffed deep in her bags and throws out the empty ones inconspicuously whenever she gets the chance.

 

[S n o w]

"No rest for the wicked, right?"

Name:
Cole Bishop

Age:
17

Birthday:
"At least it's not on a Friday."
December 13th

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Height:
5'7"

Weight:
140

Distinguishing Marks:
N/A

Personality:
"Some call it pessimism. I call it realism."
Cole has a very negative view of the world. He doesn't believe that Pax really exists, and thinks that anyone who does is either completely delusional, or naïve. He's very blunt and unafraid to speak his mind, even if no one wants to hear his opinion. He likes dark humor, and is very selfish.

Because he doesn't want to feel pain of a loved one dying ever again, he distanced himself from others, and refuses to let anyone get close to him. He's willing to use and manipulate others if he has to if it ensures his own survival.

Likes:
+Hot Chocolate
"I'd like you to know that I'd trade you for a cup of the stuff in a heartbeat."
+People who can take a joke
+Movement: He gets restless/bored easily

Dislikes:
-Sensitive people
-Yelling/Arguing
"If you're going to attract everything in a mile radius, just shoot me now and save the zombies the trouble."
-Cold
-Gore

Strengths:
†Lucky: If it wasn't for his luck, he would have died a long time ago.
†Fast
†D̶r̶i̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ p̶e̶o̶p̶l̶e̶ a̶w̶a̶y̶
"Wait, what do you mean that's not a strength-"
†Survivalist: Knows how to make fires, set traps, etc

Weaknesses:
†Hand to Hand combat
†Thalassophobia
†Physical Strength

Moral Alignment:
True Neutral

Weapon(s):
"If only there were machine guns lying around..."
Hammer. Sticks, rocks, foliage.

History:
Cole was taken away from his mother as a baby after a neighbor found him wandering outside and called child protective services, who came to discover that his mom had left him alone to go out to a bar with friends. He was sent off to live with his father, who only learned he existed because his name was on an emergency contact list. But up until the outbreak, Cole was mainly raised by his grandmother. His father never had a steady job, and never made much of an effort to move out of his grandmother's basement. He was clueless on how to take care of a baby when he appeared, and didn't try to learn as Cole grew up.

Since his family lived within a mile of patient zero, the disease hit them all hard and fast. Half of the people in his neighborhood were already sick or dead when the first news reports reached them, his grandmother included. A good Samaritan took her to the hospital, but there wasn't anything they could do other than making her comfortable. He and his father hunkered down in the basement with all the canned food, bottled water, and clothes that they could carry. After three weeks. they ran out of water. His father went upstairs to get more, making Cole promise he wouldn't leave the basement until he came back. Except he never came back.

Only when Cole was starving and extremely dehydrated did he leave the safety of the basement, and found his father in the kitchen as one of the undead. He managed to escape out a window before his father could bite him, but the experience changed him. He knocked on the doors of his former friends, and neighbors, begging for help, but no one ever answered him. And when he did find an unlocked door or an open window, all he ever found were zombies. He survived on his luck, finding scraps left behind at a grocery store, or drops of old water left behind in a faucet. He only agreed to join the group because they had a steady supply of food and water, and he wouldn't have lasted much longer on his own.
​

 

[Fizz]

Appearance

Name :Liam Grove
Age:19
Birthday: 23rd of July,
Gender:Male
Sexuality: Hetereosexual
Height:1.85ms
Weight: 65kgs

Distinguishing Marks:
Liam holds a small scar on the back of his back, naturally healed and not stitched.
Personality:
Liam expresses an extremely serious mentality. He doesn't participate in jokes or communicate with others unless it benefits him or the group he is travelling with overall. His lack of being relaxed causes him to be direct, often ignoring the emotions of others and might sometimes be seen as a robot. Otherwise, he would usually be quiet and be minding his own business.
Likes:
Reading
Messing around items to see if he can build a better tool
Other straight and direct people

Dislikes:
Jokes
Anything that hinders his goals
Being interrupted or being told otherwise.

Strengths:
Skilled at crafting items
Coming up with multiple ways of solving problems (Although they aren't the most humane way)
Close ranged combat, with a good knowledge of weapons.


Weaknesses:
Socialising
Willingness to sacrifice other lives to further the progress of his group or just him.
A horrible cook.

Moral Alignment:
Chaotic Good

Weapon(s):
A dagger at the back of his belt, Brass knuckles.

History:
As if his parents were prepared for an outbreak similar to this, Liam was sent to martial arts lessons along with a half year course about the usage of weapons and tools. Once the brightest and friendliest individual among his peers, the sudden environmental and social change had drastically altered his mindset. The once cheerful boy he was in university and turned into an uncaring person that reaches his goals through his own morals and beliefs. When the zombie outbreak happened, his was separated from his parents due to a crowd that forced them apart. Unable to find a safe haven a short time after the outbreak, he slid from house to house for weeks, until one night, where he heard soft footsteps approaching a house he was staying at. He reached for his dagger, ready to confront the invader : friend or foe, he was certain to strike. After a brief pause, he charged at the intruder. Eyes wide and filled with adrenaline, he stared as the deceased body fell away from him. A glimpse of fixed fear that remained even through death. He had slain his own father, but shown no remorse for his actions. No tears. Nothing. The flesh was already rotting away - a sign that the man he once loved had disappeared weeks ago. As the radio broadcast from pax was signalled, the only hope he had for this world was his own survival. Nothing else mattered.

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[DankWaffles]

.> TERMINAL

root@archaeo/ ~ ># ls -m
registry, log, bin, sys
root@archaeo/ ~ ># cd registry/
root@archaeo/registry/ > ~# find . -name clover

> Click to access entries.

Port #: 270 - SSH - Unlocked
Port #: 82 - HTTP - Unlocked
Port #: 15 - SHL - Unlocked
Connected to archive database @45.678.9
Looking up registry entries for clover...
Entries located

• [1.subject dossier

• Subject Dossier
  Name:

  Miles Zimmerman
  
  Alias:

  Clover
  Age:

  20
  Gender:

  Male
  Birthday:

  8/17
  Sexuality:

  Asexual
  Height:

  5'9"
  Weight:

  140 lbs
  Nationality:

  Spanish-American
  Hair:

  Brown, Dark
  Eyes:

  Light Blue
  Body Type:

  Broad
  Attire:

  Spoiler

  
  Markers:

  Unusually sharp canine teeth; freckles that stretch from his nose to his cheeks
  Equipment:

  ~ ECHO (Evidence Correlation Holographic Overlay): A device that is quite standard to field agents. It consists of mined data from cellular devices, surveillance devices, and phone calls [practically anything containing digital data].

  Spoiler

  

  ~ Smartwatch with communication device: An advanced piece of technology that allows for long range communication. It is capable of accessing files and other digital data, storing it to the agent's ECHO

  Spoiler

  

  ~ Holographic Map: Through activation on the smartwatch, a holographic map will appear, providing current locations, fastest directions, and such things

  Spoiler

  

• [1.subject dossier
• [2.personal history
• [2.personal history
• 3.psychological evaluation
• 3.psychological evaluation

• Weapons:

  ~ Beretta PX4 Storm pistol with detachable silencer and laser attachment; 3x clips

  Spoiler

  

  

  ~ Tactical ACR [Black]; 1x clip

  Spoiler

  

  ~ Chinese Ring Dagger

  Spoiler

  
  Strengths:

  Digital Forensics, Hand-to-Hand combat, Negotiating/Sweet-Talking, Materialistic
  Weaknesses:

  His pain receptors have been numbed down, so if you get a good hit on him, he probably won't feel it; it's rare for him to express his emotions; he's socially awkward; deactivating him with his Agent code (temporarily subdue him)
  Notes:

  Additional photos for facial recognition:

  Spoiler

  

  

  . Subject's activation and deactivation phrase: Longing Rusted Seventeen Daybreak Furnace Nine Benign Homecoming One Freight car
  >
  .
• Personal History[/SIZE]
  Civilian Employment: Waiter
• 
  
  
  Years as a SHD sleep agent: 8
  
  
  
  Early History:
  Miles' birth was somewhat...unusual, to say the least. His mother had experienced several severe after affects of the birthing process, going into cardiac arrest nearly three times. If not for Miles' father, his mother would surely be dead by now. When Miles was conceived, and the news of it was shared with his father, Miles' mother was injected--secretly--with prototype chemicals that a branch of the CIA had been working on (yes, Miles' father works for the CIA). A direct order was given to Alex, Miles' father, to heavily pump Susan, Miles' mother, with the mentioned chemicals. Afterwards, both mother and son were placed under observation by the federal government.
  
  Out of peek interest, the CIA had chosen Miles to further their experiments, going as far as making him a sleeper agent for the SHD--a branch in the CIA. [A sleeper agent is a normal person who lives a civilian-filled life, only to be activated into an active agent through a certain phrase or code. When activated, the agent recollects all past experiences and memories before being placed under 'sleep'] When this apocalypse began, his father personally activated Miles through a phone call. From there, Miles exchanged his behavior of witty, humorous, and light-hearted, to stern, cold, and serious. In return, he was given knowledge of things he never knew he could do or perform.
  
  
  
  Additional Notes: ||:||No additional information at this time||:||.
  
  >
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• Psychological Evaluation
  Virtues:
• 
  dedicated, focused, uncompromising, persistent
  
  
  Vices:
  asocial, bottled anger (IED), emotionless...to an extent
  
  
  Likes:
  results, quiet, cold, puzzles, short answers, the clacking of mechanical keyboards, the dark, angus burgers
  
  
  Dislikes:
  indecision, rust, feeling trapped, wastes of time, the trivial or unnecessary, messy foods you need to eat with your hands, being monitored
  
  
  Fears:
  getting lost, leprechauns (yeah, I'm looking at you Lucky Charms)
  
  
  Quirks:
  can sleep with eyes open, constantly cracking his knuckles/fingers
  
  
  Notes: [taken from notes of last mandated psych eval by Dr. Zimmerman.]
  Miles is a complicated, yet intriguing, patient. He has been required by the UNAEA program to visit me twice a month due to his frequent "nightmares" of bad people in white coats. Unsurprisingly, he is comfortable with speaking on the matter with me. Miles does refuse to open up about his experience with the folks in the white coats, describing what happens as unimaginable. Must continue to work for a breakthrough, though we may be at that for quite some time.
  
  At this moment I do not consider him a risk to exposing the SHD or others but recommend constant monitoring.
  
  [Written off to the side, in the margins.] I'm sure you'll find this and not like what I write here. This is for your own good though, my son.
  
  --- Additional Note: I've dully noted that Miles can be classified as a Lawful Neutral subject
  
  >>
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[1.subject dossier]

[2.personal history]

[3.psychological evaluation]

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[Crimtot]

.> TERMINAL

root@archaeo/ ~ ># ls -m
registry, log, bin, sys
root@archaeo/ ~ ># cd registry/
root@archaeo/registry/ > ~# find . -name clover

> Click to access entries.

Port #: 270 - SSH - Unlocked
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• Subject Dossier
  Name:

  Miles Zimmerman
  
  Alias:

  Clover
  Age:

  20
  Gender:

  Male
  Birthday:

  8/17
  Sexuality:

  Asexual
  Height:

  5'9"
  Weight:

  140 lbs
  Nationality:

  Spanish-American
  Hair:

  Brown, Dark
  Eyes:

  Light Blue
  Body Type:

  Broad
  Attire:

  Spoiler

  
  Markers:

  Unusually sharp canine teeth; freckles that stretch from his nose to his cheeks
  Equipment:

  ~ ECHO (Evidence Correlation Holographic Overlay): A device that is quite standard to field agents. It consists of mined data from cellular devices, surveillance devices, and phone calls [practically anything containing digital data].

  Spoiler

  

  ~ Smartwatch with communication device: An advanced piece of technology that allows for long range communication. It is capable of accessing files and other digital data, storing it to the agent's ECHO

  Spoiler

  

  ~ Holographic Map: Through activation on the smartwatch, a holographic map will appear, providing current locations, fastest directions, and such things

  Spoiler

  

• [1.subject dossier
• [2.personal history
• [2.personal history
• 3.psychological evaluation
• 3.psychological evaluation

• Weapons:

  ~ Beretta PX4 Storm pistol with detachable silencer and laser attachment; 3x clips

  Spoiler

  

  

  ~ Tactical ACR [Black]; 1x clip

  Spoiler

  

  ~ Chinese Ring Dagger

  Spoiler

  
  Strengths:

  Digital Forensics, Hand-to-Hand combat, Negotiating/Sweet-Talking, Materialistic
  Weaknesses:

  His pain receptors have been numbed down, so if you get a good hit on him, he probably won't feel it; it's rare for him to express his emotions; he's socially awkward; deactivating him with his Agent code (temporarily subdue him)
  Notes:

  Additional photos for facial recognition:

  Spoiler

  

  

  . Subject's activation and deactivation phrase: Longing Rusted Seventeen Daybreak Furnace Nine Benign Homecoming One Freight car
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• Personal History[/SIZE]
  Civilian Employment: Waiter
• 
  
  
  Years as a SHD sleep agent: 8
  
  
  
  Early History:
  Miles' birth was somewhat...unusual, to say the least. His mother had experienced several severe after affects of the birthing process, going into cardiac arrest nearly three times. If not for Miles' father, his mother would surely be dead by now. When Miles was conceived, and the news of it was shared with his father, Miles' mother was injected--secretly--with prototype chemicals that a branch of the CIA had been working on (yes, Miles' father works for the CIA). A direct order was given to Alex, Miles' father, to heavily pump Susan, Miles' mother, with the mentioned chemicals. Afterwards, both mother and son were placed under observation by the federal government.
  
  Out of peek interest, the CIA had chosen Miles to further their experiments, going as far as making him a sleeper agent for the SHD--a branch in the CIA. [A sleeper agent is a normal person who lives a civilian-filled life, only to be activated into an active agent through a certain phrase or code. When activated, the agent recollects all past experiences and memories before being placed under 'sleep'] When this apocalypse began, his father personally activated Miles through a phone call. From there, Miles exchanged his behavior of witty, humorous, and light-hearted, to stern, cold, and serious. In return, he was given knowledge of things he never knew he could do or perform.
  
  
  
  Additional Notes: ||:||No additional information at this time||:||.
  
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• Psychological Evaluation
  Virtues:
• 
  dedicated, focused, uncompromising, persistent
  
  
  Vices:
  asocial, bottled anger (IED), emotionless...to an extent
  
  
  Likes:
  results, quiet, cold, puzzles, short answers, the clacking of mechanical keyboards, the dark, angus burgers
  
  
  Dislikes:
  indecision, rust, feeling trapped, wastes of time, the trivial or unnecessary, messy foods you need to eat with your hands, being monitored
  
  
  Fears:
  getting lost, leprechauns (yeah, I'm looking at you Lucky Charms)
  
  
  Quirks:
  can sleep with eyes open, constantly cracking his knuckles/fingers
  
  
  Notes: [taken from notes of last mandated psych eval by Dr. Zimmerman.]
  Miles is a complicated, yet intriguing, patient. He has been required by the UNAEA program to visit me twice a month due to his frequent "nightmares" of bad people in white coats. Unsurprisingly, he is comfortable with speaking on the matter with me. Miles does refuse to open up about his experience with the folks in the white coats, describing what happens as unimaginable. Must continue to work for a breakthrough, though we may be at that for quite some time.
  
  At this moment I do not consider him a risk to exposing the SHD or others but recommend constant monitoring.
  
  [Written off to the side, in the margins.] I'm sure you'll find this and not like what I write here. This is for your own good though, my son.
  
  --- Additional Note: I've dully noted that Miles can be classified as a Lawful Neutral subject
  
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[1.subject dossier]

[2.personal history]

[3.psychological evaluation]

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Jeez, someone likes The Division...

 

[Vanessaaah]

Appearance


Anna-Marie St. Claire
19
February 21
Female/Heterosexual
5'1
115lbs

Distinguishing Marks:
n/a

Personality:
She's terrified of being afraid. Literally, she has Phobophobia. She's quiet, and shy and relies heavily on other people.
She feels bad for having made it so far, especially when so many people who don't have a disorder like she does didn't.
There are times when her issue has caused trouble for the people around her, but she does her best to keep it under control.

Likes:
physical contact that's hard, she can't deal with soft touches. Being held tightly keeps her calm.
mind games. Not the ones you play with people you hate, things like chess.
Music with a strong repetitive beat. Again, it helps keep her calm.

Dislikes:
Going without food or water.
Being judged for her disease.
killing.

Strengths:
She's very smart, and has a fantastic memory. Her mother wanted to get her tested to see if she has Hyperthymesia too but never got around to it.
She's a good cook.

Weaknesses:
Phobophobia. Her fear of everything is really very crippling.
Very weak physically.
Very apprehensive about killing anything, regardless of how it falls on the living/dead scale.

Moral Alignment:
neutral good

Weapon(s):
She has a baseball bat, but she doesn't use it often.

History:
When she was younger her parents thought that she just had extreme anxiety issues until she was about nine when she got diagnosed as someone with phobophobia. She was studied by researchers until she was sixteen after that. When the illness came her mother was one of the first to fall ill. When she rose she watched her father kill her, imagine the trauma. Her brother took her and they ran, they actually joined the group together. He had been so happy and proud when they came across other people, and it was perfect for him because there would be more eyes to keep an eye on her. By their second week he was dead. He had been too caught up with taking care of Anna that he didn't see it coming. He got bit, and later that night he went for a walk with some people and didn't come back with them and she knew what had happened. Now she stays with the group, because she has no where else to go, and as someone who is terrified all the time she doesn't have the strength to leave but she knows that without her brother...she won't last very long. ​

 

[Cronos]

Appearance:


Name: Colette Marie-Jeanne Angeliqué.

Nickname: Mary, Coll, Angel.

Age: 17 years old.

Birthday: January, 31st.

Gender: Female.

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Height: 5'7".

Weight: 129lbs.

Distinguishing Marks: N/A.

Personality: Colette is overly anxious and curious, particularly towards criminology and mysteries. She is extremely hyperactive and immensely intelligent, has a quick mind for research, but is prone to distraction and flailing. She has an extreme penchant for sarcastic quips, despite that she is well-meaning and very protective of those she cares for.
The girl is haunted with grief and guilt over her mother's death due to being with her when she passed away and harbors a deep rooted fear that her father blames her for it. Ever since the beginning of the apocalypse, Colette's generalized anxiety and internal strife has only become worse in dealing with the fear she could lose someone else dear to her.

Likes:

• Reading.
• Tea.
• Superhero comics.
• Hunting.
• Swimming.
• Archery.

Dislikes:

• Coffee.
• Arguing.
• Loud Noises.

Strengths:​

• Expert Markswoman.
• Skilled Combatant.
• Expert Weapons Knowledge/Training.
• Skilled Hunter.

Weaknesses:​

• Collete's increasingly severe anxiety regarding the safety of her loved ones has caused her to become quite paranoid in recent months, which typically causes the girl to be suspicious of any new person until they have proven themselves. While this paranoia is not always misplaced, she does have a tendency to act on instincts rather than evidence, which can get her into trouble with those she believes to have malicious intentions, whether they are truly a threat or not.
  
• She not always will speak up, even when she knows that there could a better approach.
• She will leave everything behind if she finds a clue about her family whereabouts.

Moral Alignment: Neutral Good.

Weapon(s): A crossbow that she carries on her backpack; and a pistol she stole from her dad's cabinet that's attached to her thigh hunting gun holster.

History: Her family life was difficult. Her step-mother was given to fits of rage. Her father was over-protective while Colette had a bit of a rebellious streak. Still, she was an accomplished archer and a hardworking student and quick to adjust despite having to move and change schools many times.
Her mother, Victoria Angeliqué, died when she was very young. Colette was present when she passed and has never gotten over her death, blaming herself.

On the very day of the zombie outbreak, Colette could be found deep in the woods, completely oblivious to the disease spreading through the streets. Rapid reflexes and years of training made her turn and shoot, just like her dad had taught her to do when she was alone in the woods, shoot first, ask questions later. Her eyes examined the perimeter, searching for what she could have shot but as she looked down the rotting corpse of what used to be an wolf layed still in front of her, an arrow stuck to its head; adrenaline coursed through her veins as her fight or flight instinct made her run away as fast as she could, clinging to the long bow on her hand.

After finding no sign of her parents on the house, Colette had contemplated her situation. Years of reading comic books had prepared her to this moment, the zombie apocalypse. She knew just where to find supplies to survive, at least, a week and was pretty sure that the owners of the cabin in the woods were dead.

The girl had managed to survive three weeks before needing to get out of her precious shelter. Without food and water, she wouldn't survive two days so her only option was to go back to the city, ending up bumping into someone from the group of survivors that informed her that they were heading to Pax, which seemed to be the only safe place in the country; [insert someone's name here] didn't have to ask twice before she accepted to go with them.

Other: Has a thing for dominant people.
​

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[Human__Ramen]

:BASICS:

Name: Allegra Sauvagess

Nicknames: Ally, Speedy

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Moral Alignment: Neutral Good

Birthday: August 2nd

:LOOKS:

Appearance:

She weighs 60 kilos and stands at 5'1"

Distinguishing Marks: She has many bruises on her arms, a large bruise on her forehead that's healing and a bite mark on her left forearm.

Clothing: Normally she wears a white side cut tank top with small details in gray and "FUSE 38" written on the front of the shirt with a black and blue athletic bra under it, navy blue jean shorts and running shoes. When winter hit, she changed her attire, despite not being completely comfortable with covering her skin: she wears a black parka over her tank top and changed her jean shorts to gray sweatpants.

:EQUIPMENT & PERSONA:

Weapons & Gear: She carries her school backpack with her, with only minimal amount of supplies: basic things for hygiene, some food and ammo. She stole a belt with a gun holster on it from a dead cop. Her weapons consist of an Uzi she scavenged from the back of a military convoy and a baseball bat she carried with her from home.

Personality: Ally is a naive and carefree girl, presented with a side of sass. She is an eternal optimist and is so confident in herself, it can come off as audacity.This behavior is given due to her living in the moment, making her not only audacious but also spontaneous and precipitated. This can make her a liability at times. And despite her constant excitement and seemingly unending energy, she does settle down when she's with the ones she trust, revealing her more caring nature.

Strengths:

• She has excellent stamina and speed and rarely gets exhausted because of her experience in track and field.
• She can take much more of a beating than it seems, evidenced by all of her contusions.
• Allegra is always willing to do something to help the group, even if she doesn't do it that well.

Weaknesses:

• Her audacity can give her a false sense of invulnerability, which leads to her overestimating herself. It's what caused her to get bit in the first place.
• Because she "lives in the moment", she doesn't really plan ahead of things and would rather improvise.
• Her precipitation can make her do things without consulting or warning the others in her group, which can leave her all by herself in a bad spot.
• Although Ally is resilient, she isn't strong; so when push comes to shove and she has no ammo, she will run into some problems. Accompanied by the fact that she doesn't know any fighting styles or martial arts, she really relies on her bat and her stamina to take care of herself.

Likes:

• Vaporwave (she really misses music as a whole)
• Being helpful
• That one time where she and her former group played the super loud dubstep at the city's music hall to attract the army to their location and pick them up (attracted a giant ass horde and didn't really help because the helicopter pilot turned mid flight)
• Exercising
• Tyche (her former love interest)

Dislikes:

• Getting hit by the infected (it's more annoying than painful to her)
• Strict rules
• Covering too much of her skin
• Staying in one place for long periods of time
• That other time where she and her former group had to stand off against the infected in the subway to try and leave the city (the tight corners were more than enough to wipe out two from her quartet)

Biography: Allegra was born as the younger twin to her twin brother. She lived her early childhood normally. When her brother was diagnosed with a degenerative disease, things changed for her. For starters, her parents would pay much more attention to him than to her, because his life was coming to a close, and later in life, she felt like her achievements were being underplayed by her parents. This caused her a great deal of stress and frustration, and she began distancing herself from her family.
Allegra looked for something - anything - to do so that she would spend as least time as possible at home. She did a bunch of extracurricular activities, but by far her favorite one was track and field. The prospect of running away, from her parents, her lack of recognition, her problems - forgetting that those all existed and to just run - attracted her to the sport. And she was good at it. So much so that her coach took interest in her potential. He began giving her private sessions, pushing her harder and further to be the best. And she was the best. She won the gold medal for her college in a state-wide track and field event, and even broke the record.
She was offered a few scholarships for this feat alone, and she was so proud and so happy with herself. She couldn't wait to go to a new school, and she could even choose which one she wanted!
That's when the outbreak happened. The Apocalypse spread so fast and it was so unpredictable, she couldn't possibly run faster than it. But she damn well tried. Allegra sprinted from her college to her home, worried sick with her family. She arrived within 7 minutes, when a normal walk from those two locations would take 15 or more. But she wasn't fast enough. Her parents - and her brother - were infected. She didn't even have time to process the loss as her mother charged towards her, ready to eat her own daughter. Ally managed to fend off her sick relatives and escaped the house after taking what she deemed necessary. She wandered the infected streets alone for a few days before she ran into a small group of three: a nurse that fled from her position when she realized all hope was lost; a grumpy executive that was stuck in his job with no way of going up or down; and a baby-faced delinquent with a surprisingly kind heart. These four stuck together through thick and thin, and they were the idiots that attracted countless hordes to the city, what with playing super loud electronic music at an abandoned event to get a helicopter's attention and accidentally setting off the mall's alarm system as they siphoned gas from the backup generators to fill the tank of some random car on display inside the goddamn place.
In one of their adventures, they were cornered into the city's subway. They had to get out of there fast, so their plan was to activate one of the trains so that it could get them out of their. But the train took too long and they were overwhelmed. The nurse - Naomi - and the executive - Andrew - were eaten alive, leaving only Ally and the delinquent - Tyche - who had been bit numerous times. After finding a calm place to process what just happened, Tyche asked Ally to spare him from becoming a monster. After a heartbreaking goodbye, Allegra was back to wandering alone. She walked the forgotten streets for weeks before she met William Harris. William didn't have to ask twice for her to join his group.

S n o w

 

[Crimtot]

Maverick Castle
"I have licked the fire and danced in the ashes of every bridge I have ever burned. I fear no hell from you."​

• Overview

• 

NAME
Maverick Castle

NICKNAME
Optional for other RPers

AGE
26


BIRTHDAY
October 30th
"One day too early"

GENDER
Male

SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Heterosexual

OCCUPATION
Electrician Apprentice
Working on Masters Degree

• Overview
• Appearance
• Mental
• Other

• 
  PERSONALITY
  Maverick lives up to his name. He doesn't happen to follow the rules often, spending his time avoiding authorities or just flat exploring by himself. Therefore, he doesn't like settlements. Maverick is a hard worker but only when it's benefiting him. He tends to be flirtatious and quite cocky. Not being the most expressive, he can certainly get it across how he is feeling by body language but not so much by being elaborate and descriptive. He's dominant, belligerent, annoying, sarcastic, narcissistic, hard working, confident, witty, and seldomly kind.
  
  BIORAPHY
  Born into a family without a father figure, Maverick had to figure it on his own what it meant to be male. He grew up raising his younger sister while his mother was at work, working twice as hard with 2 jobs. He never saw his mother that much and therefore never grew close. He recognized the importance of hard work and family. Which is why he hates his lazy excuse of a father... wherever that asshole is. At 15, and after coming home from work and finding out his sister had been raped, he organized a group of guys to kick the living tarnation after the guys who did it. Spending a year and a half at a Juvenile Detention Center, he grew a cold demeanor and grew a hate for authority.
  
  THEME SONG
  American Idiot- Green Day
  
  MORAL ALIGNMENT
  Neutral Evil
  
  MOTIVATIONS
  

  • Survival
  • Find His Sister
• 
  

  

  
  
  HEIGHT
  5'10"
  
  WEIGHT
  172lbs
  
  EYE COLOR
  Dark Brown
  
  HAIR COLOR
  Dark Brown
  
  
  DISTINGUISHING FEATURES
  Stubble
  Scar Over Eyebrow (Right)
  Scar On Bottom Lip (Left)
  Scar At Bottom of Neck (Across)
  Small Crown Tattoo Above Hip Bone (Left)
  Small Castle Tattoo Above Hip Bone (Right)
  Small 'X' Tattoo on Hand Between Thumb & Index (Left)
  Carpe Diem Under Collar Bone (Left)
  Carpe Noctem Under Collar Bone (Right)
  
  Castle is blessed with a slim body type of weight 78 kg or 172 lbs. Maverick has black hair.His eyes are dark brown.His body specifications may be –Chest – 43 in or 109 cm, Arms / Biceps – 15.5 in or 39.5 cm, and Waist – 32 in or 81 cm.
  

  
• 

  LIKES

  • +His Sister
  • +Nature
  • +Cold
  • +Freedom
  • +Success
  • +Working Hard for Himself
  • +Getting Laid
  • +Shooting
  • +Looting

  DISLIKES

  • +His Father
  • +Zombies
  • +Darkness
  • +Cockroaches
  • +Bad Hygiene
  • +Drug Addicts
  • +Higher Authority
  • +Rapists
  • +Pedophiles

  STRENGTHS Before Apocalypse:

  • +Great Liar
  • +Good Hunter/Tracker
  • +Playing the Drums

  After Apocalypse:

  • +Weapon Handling
  • +CQC (Close Quarters Combat)
  • +Mediocre Medical Trauma Experience

  WEAKNESSES

  • -Fishing
  • -Marksmanship
  • -Hiding
  • -Sneaking
  • -Pickpocketing
  • -Listening to Order
  • -Selfish

  QUIRKS

  • +Sticks Tongue Out
  • +Rubs Neck
  • +Bites Lip
  • +Clenches Jaw
  • +Tapping Fingers/ Taps His Gun

  FEAR

  • +Becoming a Zombie

  
• 

  Backpack Inventory

  • Fire Starter- Found by Abandoned Campsite
  • Multi tool/Swiss Army Knife- Found in Pocket of Dead Survivor
  • Zippo Lighter- Stolen
  • Vodka- ¾ Full
  • Matches- Stolen; 3 Left
  • Random Ammo That Doesn’t Fit His Gun
  • USA Atlas
  • Glow Sticks- 3
  • Flashlight- No Batteries

  Weapons

  • His Environment
  • Combat Knife Strapped to Thigh (Right)
  • Glock 18 Strapped to Thigh (Left)
  • Ammo Currently: 4 clips
  • Hunting Knife In Boot (Left)
  • AR-15 With Sling
  • Ammo Currently: Half a Clip

  Food/Water

  • Canteen- Stolen; 7/32oz
  • Granola Bar
  • Can of Beans

  Medical

  • Box of Band-Aids- Half Gone
  • Small Container of Antibiotics
  • Tissues
  • Needle & Thread
  • Gauze

  OutfitAccessories

  • Broken Silver Watch (Left)
  • Black Bandana (Around Neck Covering Scar)
  • Black Paracord Bracelet (Right)

  

 

[AttackOnTak]

Name: Anastasiya Griggs

Nickname: Ana

Age: 19

Birthday: October 17

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Appearance:

Height: 5"3

Weight: 121 lbs.

Distinguishing Marks:

Ana's beloved wing tattoo that trails down her arm nearly costed her spot in the Marine Corps, but its sentimentality was worth the hassle.

Clothing: She wears a gray crew neck T-shirt stained with weeks' worth of grime over a dingy tank top. A recently-scavenged utility belt hangs loosely around her waist, matching her black cargo pants. Her choice of footwear consists of two mismatched combat boots, both missing their strings.

Personality: Ana's straightforward mindset puts her on good terms with the people who trust her and on rocky roads with those who have trouble doing so. She's a hopeful type of survivor, giving herself two options to do something in most situations: do it or don't. She can be a talker at times, but knows when to keep quiet if the time calls for it. Her experience in the Marine Corps made her a better team player and thinker, but she gets ahead of herself sometimes when she gets the chance to show her skills (most veterans would say she had the 'boot mentality').

Likes:

• Guns. Ana is a gun fanatic and will take, clean, and play with any firearm she can carry to safety. "It's something about the technology, y'know?"
• Ana loves music. Growing up, she played guitar with her father, and would find herself listening to heavy rock throughout most of her teenage years
• Dogs have burrowed their way into Anastasiya's heart. She could count off dozens of breeds she'd love to own and raise if someone was unlucky enough to ask her anything remotely related to the canine companions.
• Talking.

Dislikes:

• After the apocalypse hit, she was forced to end the lives of her own canines, and it tears her apart whenever she comes across the need to do it again.
• Ana hates spoilsports; the people who seem to live to ruin the experience of everyone else. She knows survival isn't supposed to be fun and outgoing, but when someone's constantly sulking around, it disturbs her.
• One of her biggest flaws is being unable to fully accept failure as a natural occurrence. She nearly freaks out when she feels like she's let down someone, or even herself.

Strengths:

• Thanks to her training in the Corps, she is physically and mentally adapted for survival.
• She is a sharpshooter with nearly any firearm.
• She's quick on her feet.
• She's a good talker - even better negotiator (at times).

Weaknesses:

• She suffers from recurring nightmares from both before and after the apocalypse.
• She's very self-conscious - always afraid to fail.
• She can be gullible at times.
• Anxiety is a friend of hers at this point, though she keeps it at bay.

Moral Alignment: Lawful Good

Weapon(s):

• Colt M16A4, equipped with a standard issues ACOG scope and rifle sling.
• Combat knife.

History: Anastasiya grew up in an abusive home to an Russian mother and an American father, the latter being the criminal. After spending 16 years of her life looking out for her mother and herself, she decided that she would take things into her own hands, and got her father arrested. By the time she was 17, she had already enlisted in the Marine Corps for a sense of belonging, being strong, and to support her mother at home, who was growing weaker by the week. She graduated Private First Class, and within a year, she earned her promotion to Lance Corporal. To many, that's an honor. But to her, it was more money on the table for home. When the apocalypse hit, she was stationed in North Carolina, awaiting her long-anticipated deployment to Okinawa, Japan. At first, her and her fellow Marines expected nothing more than a couple of domestic help missions, but everyone started dying and killed, and before she knew it, her chain of command went to ruin, and the military followed. Not long after her station fell, she wandered her way to Michigan to find her mother, but to no avail. From there, she took her rifle and survived as best she could, hoping to find some sort of civilization.


Other: She really, really wants to find a dog and name it Lucille.

 

[Human__Ramen]

:BASICS:

Name: Katherine Powell

Nicknames/Aliases: Kate, Katy, Zoey Oakwell, Patricia Goodman, Sophie Hamilton, Alexis Stamford

Gender: Female

Age: 22

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Moral Alignment: Neutral Good

Birthday: May 24th

:LOOKS:

Appearance:

She weighs 53 kilos and stands at 5'2", as well as have a few red streaks on the front of her hair that are fading.

Distinguishing Marks: The most noticeable mark on her is the long laceration starting at her left cheek bone and almost reaching the edge of her lips. She has a few other cuts peppering her face: a small cut right beneath her right eye, another cut on her upper lip and small purple bruises on her jawline. When it comes to the rest of her body, their just mostly small contusions that will heal within a week.

Clothing: Kate's normal clothing consists of a black shirt with her favorite band's logo on it. On top of the shirt she wears those straps police officers use to holster their pistols by their sides, along with a row of patches in the front. She also wears a jean skirt and black and white stockings along with red Allstars. When the cold came, she changed her shirt to a black sweater and covered that with the jacket shown in the picture, put jeans over her stockings and switched to Timberland boots.

:EQUIPMENT & PERSONA:

Weapons & Gear: Both holsters from the strap carry standard issue Glock 17's while the pouches have 9mm ammo in them. In one of the pouches she carries a very sharp pocket knife. As for her gear, she carries a large gray and blue backpack with a generous amount of food, some ammo for weapons she doesn't have, a few glowsticks, a lighter, a portable charger, a notebook with a few pencils and her iPod she had before the infection.

Personality: Kate is a very quiet and somewhat head-in-the-clouds kind of girl. With people she doesn't know or knows too little, she acts formally, trying to be as neutral as possible, and she wouldn't go out of her way to help them. With people she's more comfortable with, she relaxes, revealing that she's a very caring and loyal person. She's very self-conscious about herself, and tries to not make others dislike her, which makes Kate very moldable by the people she cares about. She gets disturbed - and sometimes anxious - when someone is upset or disappointed in her.

Strengths:

• Her father was very concerned with her safety, considering the nature of his job. He had her take classes of karate, and, while she didn't like it, she does remember a few moves from it, making her competent in melee combat.
• She's also a decent aim with small firearms, another thing enforced by her father.
• She is very loyal and has a strong sense of duty to her friends, making her very reliable to get the job done.
• Because she started moving from place to place at a young age, Kate is very adaptable to new situations.

Weaknesses:

• Perhaps her biggest weakness is the fact that she is mute. This alone cripples her in numerous ways: she can't shout or let others know when she's in trouble, she can't call out infected creeping up on others, etc. The most she can do is attribute different whistles to different things, such as a short, high pitched whistle to warn others she's in danger, the classic "fiu-fiu" when she finds something useful, stuff of that nature.
• Because it bothers her when people dislike her, she will often remain neutral in arguments and choices, and will try her hardest to change something about her if someone she cares about comments on it.
• Her body type is not the most resilient, thus making her weak.

Likes:

• Her iPod
• Spending time in her own reality
• The rain
• Being of aid to her loved ones
• Her family

Dislikes:

• Upsetting her loved ones
• Arguments
• Choosing sides in a debate
• Her father's old job
• Pop soda

Biography: Katherine's mom died giving birth to her. Her father was a hitman, taking down important political and corporate targets around the world. Because of this, he wasn't very present in her life or her sister's life. They spent most of their life growing up with their mother's relatives, and these didn't like it when their father came back from his jobs to spend time with his daughters. He would usually bribe these relatives into keeping quiet about his profession, but the prices they charged started being too high. The only choice he had left was to take his daughters to the same places he performed his job. This is when he got into the habit of giving aliases to the girls: it was one less way of the police finding a lead to his true identity and it was also a way to protect him and the girls from the aforementioned relatives from ratting them out.
Because of the nature of his job and the dangers it represented not only for him, but for his daughters too, he would usually make the girls take classes about self-defense, learn a fighting style or be proficient with a firearm. While Katherine's sister embraced this, Kate herself was more reluctant to do so. She wasn't very fond of violence or guns, making her the more "innocent" one of the sisters.
The infection hit on their way home to the U.S, after a successful job in Viena. They were attacked at the airport, and Kate's dad stepped in, taking off most of the heat from his daughters while they provided cover fire. They were making their way to their penthouse when they got separated by a horde of the infected. Kate's dad and sister ended up together while she was alone. She couldn't simply stay there and wait for the horde to go away, so she ran. Ever since then, she has been looking for the two all over Colorado.

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[Sir Monsieur]

Felix The Stray

Aliases: The Shadow, Karma, The stray

Ethnicity: American

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Height: 5’4

Weight: 140

Eye Color: Blue

Sexuality: Bi

Occupation: Gang member

Condition: (deceased)

Cause of death: Heart Failure

Possessions Upon death:

Wool Jacket, Bandanna, Satchel,GSH-18 (Silenced), Boots, Jeans, Akubra Hat, Canteen, MRE, Thermis, Vitamins, switchblade, Eye patch, (Damaged) body armor, Handheld radio. (Highlighted is his current inventory)

Bio: Felix was a poor boy growing up on the streets of Chicago. He never had any parents to take care of him nor a shoulder to cry on, he was alone and perhaps it was for the best. As one could imagine he never attend school, he was to busy trying to survive. Besides school wasn't for smart people. Despite what some people might think, Felix was not stupid he was actually pretty well off for not attending school. Of course, he could only do simple math and basic reading but who needs any of that stuff? Felix soon adopted the title of drifter. He was never known to stay in one place too long.

As he got older he joined a gang. His gang tended to get into a lot of turf wars, but a lot of the times Felix would do the lot of the dirty work claiming their turf, he typically did this on his own. Some may call it stupidity others might even go as far enough as to call him insane, he simply did not care. He also did some other jobs like interrogation or some kidnapping (Those two usually went hand in hand) along with the occasional assassination. His gang had certain rules they had to follow, they could not steal from the poor nor did they kill civilians. Over time he gained a reputation, people began to fear him but of course, this did not bother him that much, he preferred to keep to himself anyways. One day he happen to find himself in the wrong part of town, you can probably assume what happened. I will not go into detail on exactly what happened but let's just say he has many scars to tell his tales along with a missing eye. No one really knows how he escaped, some said he killed them all and simply walked away some say other things but who knows, he never told anyone.

Personality: He tends to linger around the quiet side. He rarely talks openly unless given reason to do so. Felix isn’t necessarily a good guy but he would not deliberately go out of his way to be an ass unless if he had an intense disliking for someone. Felix was never one to judge, being brought up by the street he experienced very strange things. He can be rather stubborn at times, likely another symptom of growing on the street. Felix can become pissy at times but he usually keeps that to himself. From time to time he is known to show compassion and mercy. One might find his personality peculiar, quite frankly doesn't give a damn.

Moral Alignment: (Neutral) Felix doesn't typically harm anyone unless given a good reason to. Of course, Felix can still pull the occasional quote on quote dick move but other than that he's fairly chill.

Likes

• Cigarettes
• Booze
• Good food
• Relaxing
• Music (Except country and rap)
• Adrenaline rush
• Fine art

Dislikes

• Ignorant people
• Swimming
• Oppressors
• Being fooled
• Reading

Skills

• Skilled shot
• Basic Parkour
• Stealth
• Calm (Most of the time)
• Thinking
• Decent runner

Weaknesses

• Alcoholic
• Humor
• Talking (As in keeping up with conversations)
• Swimming
• Blind Spot in his Left eye (Because he doesn’t have one)
• Reading and math

Hides his emotions

(He's not dead, just saying)

 

[Tiny Cosmic]

"Eyy that's me, on the left."

Name:
Aleks Novritch

Nickname:
Matches.

Age:
23

Birthday:
"I don't fuckin know dude, the third?"

Gender:
"I'll give you one guess."

Sexuality:
"The internet told me I was an M1A1 Abrams main battle tank..."

Height:
5'8

Weight:
150 US pounds.

Distinguishing Marks:
"I've probably got a scar or two on my arm or something, that's pretty edgy, right?"

Personality:
"So like, you know that one comedian, Bo Burnham? I'm him but with less talent"

Likes:
•scavenging.
•Cats.
•being a dick to random people.
•weapons of all kinds.
Dislikes:
•overly-kind people
•most humans
•negotiation/sweet talking.

Strengths:
•Stronk: After a good bit of rioting, Aleks had settled in on his weapon of choice: blunt weapons, specifically a baseball bat. He figured he'd better have the strength to back it up, so his arms are pretty ripped, allowing him to wack shit pretty hard
•Rioter: Aleks was a hardcore rioter. He showed up to every rally for every cause just for the fight. He knows how to create scavenged and makeshift weapons and armor (molotovs, the helmet/mask he's wearing, etc)
•Psychopath: Aleks feels little to no empathy. Murder, looting, and chaos don't effect him. In fact, he relishes and flourishes in it. This makes him a valuable fighter, but kind of hard to get close to.
Weaknesses:
•Ungovernable: Aleks displays a level of disrespect for authority, and doesn't usually trust those in charge, assuming alteror motives.
•Violent: Aleks doesn't negotiate. Should someone or something threaten him, his first reaction is to clock it over the head with the nearest heavy and/or sharp object.
•... Strange: Aleks is a very... eccentric fellow. He goes off on tangents, is untactful, and is in no shortage of jokes that probably shouldn't be told in public. This makes him a lot less likable and relatable to most people

Moral Alignment:
Chaotic neutral.

Weapon(s):
A baseball bat wrapped in a bike chain.

History:
Born in the city of Los Angeles in the year 1995, some of his earliest memories where observing the titanic fires spawned from the riots that often plagued the city. There was an infatuation with the crackling energy of a fire that festered within him until his early adult years. After going through high school and his early years of college, he found his life was becoming just what he despised: uniform, unwilling to change, hell, he almost feared it.

So off Aleks went, looking for... what exactly was it? Adventure? Conflict? He didn't quite know, but with a growingly concerning political climate, he found no shortage of things to riot about, regardless of the cause. When the literal actual zombie apocalypse occurred in front of him, he saw it not as an end to humankind, but just the beginning of the fun.

Other:
"Nah dude."​

 

[Rumble Fish]

Name:
'Rumble',
(Molly St John)
Nickname:
'Rum'
*
Age:
22.
Birthday:
Tenth of September.
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Pansexual
Height:
5'8ft
Weight:
66kg
*
Distinguishing Marks:

Personality:
Wild card,
Loud,
Loyal to the right people,
Stubborn,
Hungry,
Can be annoying,
Thief,
Sociable,
Musical
Likes:
Food
Parkour
Music
Fun
Being around others
Annoying people
Zombie movies (Ironic I know)
Dislikes:
Stupid people
Selfish people
People who use others for their own gain
Going hungry
Being alone
Overly serious people.
*
Strengths:
“Weapon use (melee)
Loyalty
Parkour ability
Speed
Weaknesses:
Easily distracted
Loud
Can be selfish
Has a tenancy to steal
Moral Alignment:
Chaotic Neutral
Weapon(s):
Gun: Beretta M9

Melee x2 Machetes

History:
There is not much to say about Rum's history but one thing to note that it predominantly involves losing s lot of people in quick succession which has had an effect on the woman's mind but she prefers not to think about it. From Colorado originally she managed to find her way here. More will be made clear in the RP when she interacts more.​

S n o w

 

[CupCanes]

Appearance:

Name:
Chandler Reyes
Nickname:
Optional for others


Age:
16
Birthday:
December 23
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Height:
5'5ft
Weight:
119lbs

Distinguishing Marks:
No bites or tattoos but does have a scar above her left eye
Personality:
Shy
Finds it hard to trust others
Quiet/to herself
Defiant
Loyal
Easily attached

Likes:
Action movies
Being around others
Weapons
Hunting
Food
Animals
Funny people
Cute boys (she's a teenage girl, you know)

Dislikes:
Overly rude people
Overly goofy people
Being alone
Unneeded violence
Arguing

Strengths:
Hard worker
Sleight of hand
Athletic
Is a great shot
Smart
Crafty

Weaknesses:
Easily attached
Not very strong
Panics alot
Easily distracted
Daydreams


Moral Alignment:
True Neutral

Weapon(s):
Recurve Bow & Arrow

Smith and Wesson M&P 40 Shield

Gear:
Black backpack that carries
Rations
Canteen of water
Few rounds of ammo
Small stuffed teddy bear
First aid kit
Switchblade
Diary
Matches
Blanket

History:
Born to a Cuban immigrant father, and a poor caucasian mother, Chandler struggled with poverty throughout most of her childhood. When she was only 8 her father killed himself and her mother in a drunken rage. When that happened she was taken in by her uncle, Rico, who lived in Colorado Springs. This is where she found most of her hobbies at. She loved to go hunting/fishing, and also loved going out to the range to shoot a couple of magazines with her Uncle and cousins. Her uncle used to always tell her, "Kid you're a better shot than me with that thing." and it always made her day.

On the day of the outbreak, Chandler and her uncle and cousins were attacked in Colorado after they returned from going to visit family back in Miami. They were driving through the road in the middle of nowhere when a man who appeared to be extremely drunk, staggered into the road. Her uncle got out of the car and told the man to move and that's when he was attacked. Her two older cousins got out to assist their father but they to were attacked by the deranged man. He approached the car but Chandler locked the doors and hopped in the driver's seat and drove off. Having no prior knowledge of the outbreak before then, she was terrified and confused, turning on the radio and finding the news station. The broadcaster seemed to be very calmed as he issued for everyone to stay in their homes and not to leave or open the door for anybody.

Other:
Just wants to survive.​

 

[Catharsis]

Sweet

Like

Candy

Jane Evans

Basics

n a m e
Jane Evans


n i c k n a m e
Janie
Janie-Jane



a g e
20


e t h n i c i t y
Caucasian



o r i e n t a t i o n
Heterosexual



g e n d e r
Cis-Female



b i r t h-d a t e
1/14/1997

Appearance

a p p e a r a n c e

h a i r-c o l o u r
Blonde



e y e-c o l o u r
Forest Green


h e i g h t
5'3 Feet



w e i g h t
122 Pounds



u n i q u e - f e a t u r e s
Birthmark shaped like a T-bone steak on her lower back
Circular birthmark on her shoulder

Persona

p e r s o n a

There are very many traits that make up Jane. One of the most obvious traits she exhibits is her extensive love for animals. She has a solid past in working with local animal shelters and rescues, as well as owning several pets of her own throughout her childhood, and Skye in her adulthood. Wildlife is another thing Jane feels strongly about, and for that reason most of her beliefs are very liberal minded. Therefore, she is more compatible with those with a liberal mind as well. Still, Jane was respectful of her peers no matter their views. She was known in her hometown to be a very funny, but quiet girl. Mainly known there for her love of tomatoes, and of course, animal rescue. Jane had the same group of friends most of her life, and really only looks for long lasting relationships. ​

l i k e s
The rain
Screened porches
Animals
WIldflowers
Long naps



d i s l i k e s
Babies
Mosquitoes
Nyquil
Greasy hair
Dark chocolate



q u i r k s
Trypophobia
Nail biting
Talking to animals
Humming while eating
Long rants about nothing

Indepth

i n d e p t h

Jane was born and raised in the small town of White House, Tennessee. She attended her local highschool and graduated with a class of 112. Her Dad, Justin Ford worked as a real estate agent, and often spent days at end working on his own rental properties. Her Mother, Alison Evans, worked as a waitress and ran a small online business selling children's toys. Jane had two older sisters, Samantha and Taylor. Sam was impregnated at age 19 and became a stay at home mom afterwards, Taylor bounced between bartending, waitressing, and helping their mom sell things, whilst Jane majored in animal behaviorism. She moved away from home by the time she was 19 by working at a pet store, later on quitting to begin working at her local animal shelter. .

At 20 years old, Jane traveled hours away to Nebraska to adopt a puppy, whom she named Skye. Skye was 9 weeks old at the time of adoption, and is now a year and two months old. Over the course of the first few weeks, Jane had taught Skye several commands and was working on training her into agility while also working with homeless dogs at the shelter to make them adoptable. Jane and Skye are currently traveling around the outskirts of Colorado after leaving her past group in Tennessee 3 months ago, where a theif within the group had began stealing various people's supplies.​

t h e m e s o n g



S t r e n g t h s
- Ran track in highschool, can run for long periods of time.
-Due to experience, has knowledge in tracking game such as deer.
-Has a good background in camping.
W e a k n e s s e s
-A big heart for animals, cannot bring self to kill deer, despite being able to track.
-Upper physical strength leaves a lot of room for improvement
-Sensitive to many different foods.

M o r a l A l i g n m e n t
-Lawful Neutral

E q u i p t m e n t
-A large hiking backpack
-A flashlight
-Throw Blanket
-A 14x10 Ozark tent
-3 Mixed variety canned foods
-A variety of kitchen knives
-Skye's harness ( Only for her current size )
-Skye's leash ( 15 feet )
-A small medical kit containing:

• 1 Large back patch
• A roll of gauze
• 17 Bandaids
• Needle & two spools of colored thread
• Matches

-4x mini water bottles

r e l a t i o n s h i p s
-Just Skye for now...

Spoiler: Skye

 

[The_Omega_Effect]

Catharsis wrong birth year famalam.

 

[Catharsis]

Catharsis wrong birth year famalam.

frick thanks!

 

[rennuelaw]

Name:
Dimitri Larsson

Nickname:
Dim

Age:
21

Birthday:
February 14th

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Homosexual Homoromantic

Height:
5'8 / 68in / 172

Weight:
69kg

Distinguishing Marks:
A tattoo of the word 'Lover' on his inner thigh and a tattoo if a crescent moon on the lower left side of his stomach.

Personality:
Cynical, Sarcastic, Promiscuous, Intelligent, Blunt, Kind, Protective, Prideful.

Likes:
Flirting, Music, The Cold, Dancing, Food, His Family, Being Sarcastic, Kids, Nightime (when the moon is out)

Dislikes:
Being Touched, Loud Noises, Arrogance, The Heat, Too Much Clothes

Strengths:
Speed, Acrobatics, Intelligence, Reflexes, Flexibility, Marksmanship

Weaknesses:
Low Endurance, Prideful, Physical Strength, Ophidiophobia, Nyctophobia

Moral Alignment:
True Neutral

Weapon(s):
Glock 19 Gen 3


Cold Steel 39LSFC

History:
Dimitri was born and lived in the Carribean island of Trinidad before moving to Colorado at the age of 7 after his father married his stepmother. He never knew his real mother and never particularly cared as he had Elena, his stepmother. Due to the fact his father was police chief, he only ever talked to him during weeks when they would go to the shooting range which he never liked but tolerated if it meant getting to interact with him. Because of this, he grew incredibly close to Elena, the woman being the one to spark his love for dance as well as teach him at the studio which she owned.
In high school, he became much rebellious due to his father's absence as well as the man's intolerance of his sexuality. He got into multiple fights in school, having sex with numerous guys and ditching classes. When he moved out of the house and entered college, he stopped all contact with his family except his stepmother who had divorced his father by that time and had moved away to North Carolina. When the Apocalypse hit, he had decided that after years of separation he should try and reconnect with his father. When he arrived at the neighborhood it was in chaos prompting him to run to his father's house only to be attacked the second he had gotten inside. Grabbing a knife off the kitchen counter, he fended off the monster which was around the time that news of what was happening came over the radio. For months, he stayed in the house, hoping for things to blow over but when they didn't he decided he needed to run. Grabbing one of his father's hiking bags, he grabbed one of the man's guns and knives as well as a large amount of ammo, a survival kit, and rations before taking his father's car and heading towards North Carolina (he should be a day or so ahead of the main group, also I'm really sleepy at the moment so pardon me if anything makes no sense or is spelt wrong.)
Gear: Three bottles of water, Rations, Survival Kit, Ammo
Other:
- Has a thing for tall guys
- Loves yogurt
- Wanted to be a kpop idol
- Has a tendency to bend over on things which can make people uncomfortable.
- His motivations are to find Elena and sleep for a week.

 

[Fizz]

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