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Weston Samuel Jones, Jr.​

BASICS
Full Name: Weston Samuel Jones, Jr.
Nickname: Weston, Apalachee
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual, male-leaning
Affiliation: Samaritans
Role: Second in Command
Pre-Apocalypse Employment: Part-time construction worker, part-time thug
Birthplace: West Virginia


APPEARANCE & STYLE
Face Claim: Josh Mario John

Details: 6’4”, blue eyes, blonde hair

Description: Tall and fit, Weston’s multitude of tattoos combined with his resting frown face does little to make him seem less intimidating at first glance. He’s not as muscular as he once was, with proper nutrition hard to come by, but it's clear he’s used to hard physical work on a daily basis. His voice is gruff and deep, and his accent very noticeable. Despite the current full-blown thrashing of human society, he does his best to keep up his signature hairstyle: shaved short on one side, while long on the other. He keeps his beard full and long, doing his best to make it not look entirely unkempt.

Clothes: Weston prefers sturdy denim jeans, dark colored t-shirts, and tall leather motorcycle boots. He almost always has a worn leather biker jacket on, unless it's absolutely sweltering-hot. Judging by the worn state of that jacket, he’s had it since before the outbreak. In chilly weather he’ll don a simple knit beanie. He's relieved that after the outbreak and the chaos at LSCC he was able to get something to wear other than his prison uniform, including his old jacket - it was definitely not flattering to someone as vain as he is.

Notable Details: Tattoos, which include full sleeves and some on his chest and stomach, include Norse imagery, Christian themes, and various flowers, stars, skulls, and biker themes to fill space. It's a motley mix of all kinds of images. They’re all professionally done and obtained prior to shit hitting the fan. He has no obvious scars.


PERSONALITY
Focused when under pressure and used to working in physically taxing environments that demand precision while in a rush, Weston keeps his eye on the goal without freezing up or panicking. He flourishes under pressure, especially when the adrenaline is rushing. He probably would have done well in the armed forces if it weren’t for his criminal background, antigovernment stances, and problems with authority figures in general. His lack of formal education held him back in life pre-apocalypse, but nowadays his street-smarts and experience work in his favor.

Having grown up in a toxic, abusive, and crime-laden environment, Weston is not the most well-rounded or gentle person. He can be brash, foul-mouthed, and angry on a bad day. His anger is not the explosive kind, but the kind that is always simmering just under the surface, ready to be unleashed only when needed. Nowdays he prefers to talk his way out of a bad situation and is quick to toss someone a smile or laugh if it will diffuse a situation, but he's always prepared to throw a punch if needed.

He finds it hard to open up to people, and there is very little about his past he wants to talk about. As hard as it is for him to open up to people, Weston has a deep-seated need to feel like he belongs somewhere and is needed. He’ll lash out if he doesn’t feel like he has a place and purpose, and will do anything necessary to protect what’s his.

Likes: Adrenaline rushes, high speeds, open roads, thunderstorms, sunsets, dark ale, action movies, spicy food, the colors red and orange.

Dislikes: Being disrespected, small enclosed spaces, being stuck inside for long periods of time, reading anything longer than a page or two, boring repetitive tasks, lizards.

Motivations: Surviving as long as possible, power, safety, gaining respect.

Fears: Becoming an outcast, dying alone, hell being real, relapsing and using drugs again.

Habits: Drinking, smoking, sleeping around - all things which are hard to come by these days. He’s off harder drugs now. Withdrawal was a bitch and he hopes to never have to go through that again.


HISTORY
Growing up in an impoverished neighborhood whose members were as likely to run off into the Appalachian mountains and disappear as they were to be sucked into violence and religious fundamentalism, Weston’s life was off to a rocky start from the get-go. Too outgoing to be drawn to a life of semi-solitude in the mountains, Weston instead found himself entangled in the local biker club. Compared to the local fundamentalists who spoke of nothing else but the end of the world and the punishment of all (or the β€œfundies”, as he calls them) the club seemed like a vast improvement. Besides, the club had booze, drugs, parties, and people to keep his bed warm at night.

Unfortunately, as time went on Weston got a little too embroiled in club affairs. Lured in by the promise of money and power, the club started dealing drugs and running weapons across the state. This put them at direct odds with other gangs, especially some serious gangs across state lines in Ohio who were losing ground in the arms trade and being pushed out of West Virginia.

One of the highest-ranking members of the club and proven to be capable, Weston was put in charge of a β€œrun”, where they’d be transporting guns and drugs across state lines. They intended to meet up with their buyers, the Aryan Brotherhood, but were instead ambushed by the Latin Kings on an empty country highway. Fortunately their ambushers had underestimated their numbers and preparedness, though Weston’s group still lost a member - his best friend. Weston interrogated and beat one the surviving Kings for information before killing him. The club left the bodies of their ambushers dumped into a deep ditch to rot.

The weight of what had happened didn’t catch up with Weston until a few weeks later. Unbeknownst to Weston, his younger sister, who had moved a few towns away, had been having a secret relationship with a member of the Latin Kings. They were engaged and she was pregnant, but she hadn’t told anyone yet. Their bodies had been discovered and identified, next of kin notified, and word had gotten back to his sister. When Weston brought his sister to the funeral, he had a shocking revelation: her fiancΓ© was the very man that Weston interrogated and killed.

Nobody at the funeral recognized him or knew what he had done, but the police certainly did, and cops caught up with him a day later. Weston, along with several others, were convicted of murder. Luckily for Weston the murder happened on the West Virginia side of the border - because he wasn’t tried in federal court, he was not at risk for the death penalty. Unfortunately, Weston received a life imprisonment sentence. Due to overcrowding in local prisons and the severity of his sentence, he was ultimately sent to Lincoln State Correctional Center in Ohio. Weston was not at LSCC for long before the outbreak - just long enough to pick up the nickname "Apalachee" among some prisoners, due to the way he stood out because of his accent. Some inmates and staff thought he was an idiot because of the way he spoke, but that only worked against them in the long run.


JOINING THE SAMARITANS
As a new inmate at LSCC, Weston initially hung back to observe the internal power struggles. Weston had gotten along decently well with the corrections staff so far - he kept his nose out of trouble, followed orders, and was polite. That was far better than a lot of the other inmates. Some of the officers were secretly somewhat thankful his crew had killed a few gangbangers and saw Weston’s club as the lesser of two evils, even if objectively illegal in conduct.

When the Warden started hoarding supplies, leaving the inmates with less and less food each day and pushing the prison further into chaos, it became clear that Weston needed to pick a side for his own survival. He threw his support in with the Samaritans and used his status as someone β€œnot to be concerned about” to get them close to the Warden and help the Samaritans take him out.

Intelligent and effective at maintaining some semblance of order and control under the new leader, Weston quickly rose through the ranks until becoming King’s second in command. Since Weston was not one of the β€œearly adopters” who were behind King from the start, many people at LSCC trust Weston not to blindly follow King out of personal greed. They look to Weston to voice their opinions and concerns to a leader who may otherwise ignore them or not consider them when making decisions. Since Weston had also not been at LSCC long, he hadn’t had time to develop any close ties or alliances with other prisoners. While not intending to end up in that kind of position, Weston knows that he can be instrumental in keeping the peace between groups as he walks the thin line between insider and outsider at the prison.


RELATIONSHIPS
Sister: Presumed killed in the outbreak, along with her unborn child, but unverified.

Dave: Military vet, best friend, and secret lover. Killed by violent looters shortly after the outbreak. His death left a very large hole in Weston's heart.

Lila: Daughter of his old biker gang's leader. She just might have saved him back in the early days. Last he saw, she ran off into the woods. He has no idea if she's still alive and worries about her well-being. He's not sure what would be a worse fate - dead and roaming the woods, or alive at the hands of scumbags.

Samaritan's Right-Hand-Man: Weston doesn't really trust Cabrera. It doesn't make much sense to Weston why some punk who attack their patrol and killed an enforcer in a cage fight should be promoted to such a key role - let alone left alive. It doesn't help that Cabrera is ex-military; Weston's heard enough stories to instinctively bristle at those types.
 
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BASICS

Name: Diamond Rose Rawlings
Nickname: Dutchess
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Casual Sexual Partner of Wesley Emmett

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Dutchess is quite tall standing at 5'9". She's always been tall and thin, bordering on lanky as a young girl and teen but as an adult, she grew into her height appearing rather model-esque. She has a series of tattoos over her body, covering both arms, neck, chest back, and both legs, including a spider-web her eyebrow, and temple.

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PERSONALITY

Dutchess has always been direct and never one to hold back; she doesn't have any pittance or remorse for hurting other people's feelings and in turn, is rarely offended by anyone insulting her. She has spent many a year being mentally and physically abused by those who were supposed to love her and she no longer craves or cares for others' opinions of her.

HISTORY


Born to Tom and Darling Rawlings, Diamond Rose was an only child to parents who did not want children. Much of her young years were filled with neglect and loneliness; her father part of a gang that occupied much of his time and her mother a prostitute that didn’t feel the need to bring her daughter along. She spent much of her toddler years under the care of her neighbors or other prostitutes who took a shinning to her.

At the age of five Diamond’s mother killed herself in their bachelor apartment after having the decency of leaving her with the neighbor. For unknown reasons, even to Dutchess now, her father claimed custody of her and moved her out of the small apartment to live at his gang's compound. She spent her formative years among gang bangers, drug dealers, thieves, and prostitutes.

At ten years old she ran away from her abusive father and the rest of the gang, finding it far more peaceful living on the streets and utilizing the skills she learned amongst the gangsters to survive. She became an excellent thief and managed to keep herself out of trouble with the law - that being said, while she had never been caught she was certainly well-known to them.

In her teens, she fell in with Leyland Eagles - selling stolen jewelry and drugs to them and for them. They quickly determined her use and started bringing her to events, instructing her on what to nab and from, and who to spy on and this led to her being noticed by the Treasurer of the club. She was soon elevated from hang-around to his old lady and on her nineteenth birthday, she was legally married to her old man.

She quickly earned her name Dutchess, an irony of her rank and of her less-than-royal presence. Dutchess a ruthless counterpart to her Old Man, as the highest ranked female in the club, for a time, kept the other women, hang-arounds, and hookers in line and respectful of the boys. She was integral to plenty of gang events and plotting.

Two years ago she was caught out during a drug bust and arrested with a sizable amount of various drugs in the gang's production site. Being the good wife that she was, she didn’t roll over on her gang or its members and took the heat for it all. She and several of the other women running the facility were sentenced to Lincoln State Correctional Center.

At the start of the end, she was released from her cell into the facility and further if she wanted but in the time she had spent behind bars she never once heard from anyone from the Leyland Eagles MC much less her husband. She had a decision to make: leave or stay?

Two years into her sentence the world fell apart; fell in with the Samaritans - made no attempts to find her husband or the MC. The first few days within the prison were utter chaos - constant infighting between gangs and guards alike. She was more than capable of defending herself and she kept her head low until things started to settle out a new power took command and she knew she quickly needed to establish herself a place, preferably near the top.

NOTABLE MOMENTS


Earning her Position
X In an effort to make her skills known by the new powers that be, Dutchess spent the better part of two weeks lifting valuable items from several former gangs and keeping them stashed away. As the new hierarchy was balanced precariously she knew it was a risk but one she needed to make. She presented herself and her stolen goods to the leader, offering her services as a scavenger. β€œIf I can pilfer this from just inside these walls, imagine what I can bring back for you.”

Sending a Message Trigger Warning - SA
X In the early days of her new role Dutchess returned from a scavenging trip she was followed into her cell by one of the male inmates. He had pursued her several times before and she’d denied him (and everyone else who had as well.) It seemed that he had finally had enough of her denial and raped her. Dutchess knew better than to fight - he could easily kill her. As he was finishing up and readying to leave Dutchess slipped the blade from beneath her pillow and in a single swift movement she cut his dick off.

The man screamed for help, crawling from her cell trying to stifle the blood as it gushed from his former manhood. Dutchess stood in the doorway of her cell, stark naked save for his blood, and watched as life slowly drained from his body. No one made a move to save him, the new leader had made it clear rape was off the tables, and when he was dead and gone someone - Dutchess didn’t know who - dragged his corpse away and cleaned up the blood.

Expanding her Rank
X The Ranch
Dutchess had long been the Samaritans lead scavenger, directing and controlling the scavengers below her rank on where to go and what to bring back. She had naturally reviewed and selected the best of what her scavengers brought in and brought the cream of the crop to King and his Lieutenants. Within the ranks of Club, she had excelled at identifying places that were unused and vacant of people. This somehow had transferred into the new world where she could quickly ascertain whether or not people had already scavenged the area. This led to her reporting back to the hierarchy of traffic and a new task: Find where the other survivors called home.

She'd infiltrated the Ranch with her pseudo brother, North, and quickly fell into conning the residents into trusting her, once they were lulled the remainder of the Samaritans arrived and the siblings help subdue the people from within. For their first foray into human trafficking, it had gone surprisingly well with minimal loss of life, on the ranch side, and none on their own.

Thus started Dutchess's new life within the Samaritans: find civilians and infiltrate.
 
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BASICS

Name: Haewon Dam
Nickname: N/A
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Haewon is 5'9" in height with a slim, lanky physique. Her hair is short and black in a wolf cut style and her eyes are dark brown, so dark they almost appear black. Her skin is pale and mostly clear, though she has a few acne scars on her teeth and a distinct mole on her neck. Though she appears to be lanky, she ran track in high school so is quite physically fit and has some muscle tone to her legs. She has a generally androgynous look to her.

PERSONALITY

Haewon is brave and will put herself in harms way if she thinks it will benefit the rest of the group. This is why she was a good fit for a scavenger, she was willing to leave the safety of the school grounds to find supplies. She's loyal and protective of those that she is close to, but especially her younger sister, Minyoung. However, she can be quite aggressive, especially when someone wrongs her or someone she loves. Other than that, she can be quite unemotional and is bad at expressing her feelings in a productive way. She's especially bad at affection.

HISTORY

Haewon's mother, Himari Suzuki, was born and raised in Japan, but in adulthood, never had a decent job and was always struggling with money. She met her husband, Dae-Hyun Dam, while he was on a business trip from Korea. It was love at first sight, and Daehyun promised her a better life if she moved to Korea with him. She was hesitant but agreed.

Haewon was their first daughter. She was born healthy and happy and was raised by the two in their home in Korea. She walked, talked and learned to write at the perfect times. All in all, it looked like they had the perfect litle family.

However, Himari was unhappy. She hadn't had the chance to find the decent job she was promised in Korea as she was almost immediately married and pregnant. Daehyun made a lot of money but she wanted to earn her own way. In a moment of weakness, she had an affair. She couldn't deal with the guilt and admitted to her husband what she had done, and he left her, taking the majority of their money with him.

When Haewon's younger sister, Minyoung, was born, she was seen as a cursed child by her mother and her ex-partner. Her mother believed she ruined their marriage as she was the product of an affair, and her father didn't want to raise a child that wasn't his. Their father didn't want anything to do with either of the children and had little contact with Haewon after she turned 5.

The breakdown of her marriage and the guilt of what she had done plagued Himari and she stopped caring for her children, leaving Haewon to raise her baby sister. At first, Haewon resented her sister for being the reason her father left, but eventually realized it was her mother to blame. She did her best to raise her sister, despite only being a child herself.

Their mother neglected and abused them, and the sisters saw a lot of men they didn't recognise coming in and out of their home. The neglect caused them to struggle in school but they didn't want to reveal what was going on at home. Haewon thought it made her weak to confess.

When Haewon was 17, she came into contact with her aunt, Ichika Suzuki, who had emigrated to America before Haewon was born. She explained the situation and Ichika helped the two escape their mother and move in with her in America.

When the outbreak initially started, Haewon, her sister and her aunt were barricaded into her aunt's apartment. When they began to run out of food, their aunt insisted she go. Haewon argued - she was much fitter than her aunt, she had a better chance of getting out of a sticky situation - but her aunt refused. She returned with food but had been bitten, something she tried to hide from the girls. She hoped cleaning the wound thoroughly would save her but she was wrong and, when she felt herself becoming weaker, she locked herself in the bathroom to try and protect them. Haewon was the one who had to put her down.

After that, she tried to keep moving with Minyoung, never staying in one place long.
 
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BASICS

Name: Xander Ray Font
Nicknames: Coach, Captain, "Cap"
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Former Occupation: NJROTC Instructor & Head Wrestling Coach at Northview High School. Marine Corps Veteran.
Community & Role: High School Leader
Relationship Status: Dating Nari Mochizuki


PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Xander stands at 6'2" with a solid, athletic build. He is broad-shouldered and lean, though a year and a half of a low-protein diet and rationing has made his physique less toned than it once was. His eyes are a shade of steely blue-gray. He tends to keeps his naturally curly hair close-cropped when he can manage it, though though in practice heavy stubble often tends to appear along his jawline, if not a full beard. A small scar marks his left eyebrow. On his right bicep, Xander has a tattoo depicting the insignia of his former unit.

PERSONALITY

Xander took some time acclimatizing to the classroom environment, leading unruly youths rather than a platoon of Marines. In truth, he had only just felt like he was beginning to get the hang of it after a couple of years "in the weeds" when the outbreak began. As a leader, Xander has a reputation for being tense and uptight... some have even gone so far as to call him "overbearing" in the past, particularly when he feels one's duties are being shirked. Despite this, Font is far from unreasonable and is willing to have candid conversations with -- and receive advice or constructive criticisms from -- the residents of the High School, who he considers his utmost responsibility. Despite his cool demeanor tending to keep others at a professional distance (intentionally or otherwise), to those who manage to crack his shell Xander is a loyal and thoughtful friend predisposed to his own brand of self-deprecating humor and charm... though it rarely sees the light of day under the current circumstances.

Xander struggled with the idea of sending others on dangerous scavenging runs and not personally accompanying them on every such excursion, not least of all due to his own skill set and background. However, he begrudgingly acknowledges that his past injuries have left his body and mind at less than peak condition and that the greatest contribution he can make to the safety and stability of the group is to act as a mentor and guide in the difficult years ahead.


HISTORY

Xander was born in Columbus, Georgia to Lawrence and Claressa Font. Lawrence was a Soldier stationed at Fort Benning, while Claressa worked as a local nurse. When he was ten years old, his father left active duty and his parents relocated the family to their hometown in Indiana where Lawrence took on a job as a Sheriff's Deputy. Xander was an only child, forming friends in the local Boy Scouts troop over the years. He was dedicated to the organization, sticking with it throughout his adolescence and eventually earning the coveted rank of Eagle Scout at 17. His father -- an avid outdoorsman himself -- indulged Xander's budding love of nature and often took him on weekend-long excursions into the wilderness. They would spend their days backpacking, camping, fishing, or hunting various types of wild game.

Xander attended Northview High School, where he immediately found himself drawn to athletics. He lettered on the varsity cross country and track teams, but it was wrestling that was his primary passion. In addition to serving as the wrestling team's captain, Xander managed to win a state title during his senior year. However, his mother ensured that his academics always came first -- keeping the boy on track for the honor roll and enrolling him in number of advanced classes with the threat that a grade lower than a B in any of them would result in him having to forego anymore sporting or outdoor activities. The threat proved effective and Xander managed to graduate in the top 10% of his class, though his social life suffered for it.

Font had voiced his desire to enlist in the military even prior to graduating, though both of his parents were strongly opposed to the idea. However, they reached a compromise when the teen suggested that he attend college on the military's dime and enter the service afterward as a commissioned officer. Reluctantly, his parents agreed -- not least of all because they otherwise lacked the funds to send their son to university. Thanks to his academic and athletic accomplishments (not to mention a Congressional nomination secured by Lawrence calling in a favor from an old family friend) Xander received an appointment to the United States Naval Academy, where he majored in Operations Research. In addition to dabbling in several extracurricular clubs & activities, Font walked onto the Academy's collegiate wrestling team as a freshman. He placed highly at several NCAA tournaments over the next four years and at one point was ranked amongst the top wrestlers in the nation, but fell just short of making All-American status.

After graduating from USNA, Font was commissioned as a 2nd Lieutenant and Ground Intelligence Officer with the Marine Corps. Following months of academic and field training, he was eventually assigned to the 3rd Reconnaissance Battalion in Okinawa, Japan. He deployed twice to Afghanistan before being injured during a nighttime parachute training exercise. The resulting damage to his body -- along with a latent diagnosis of post-traumatic stress disorder as a result from his combat tours -- led to him being medically retired from the service at the rank of Captain... firmly against his wishes. He received permanent disability pay and rehabilitation as he returned home to Indiana, where he settled down.

Following rehab, Xander was offered a job at his alma mater by his old wrestling coach to serve as his assistant, with the hopes that he might soon take his position when the elder man retired. Surrounded by teachers & students and back in the halls where he had forged some of his finest memories, Font ultimately knew he wanted a more permanent connection to the school. He applied to become the Senior Naval Science Instructor for Northview High's NJROTC program, which he had been a member of during his time as a student. Xander was hired and took to teaching while also dutifully managing various extracurriculars alongside his coaching duties for two years... until the first reports of violence and disease hit the blogs and airwaves.

The town's end came quickly. Xander was unable to find his parents amidst the chaos, not knowing whether they escaped the carnage or not. By the time he made it to their house it was ransacked and empty with no sign of their whereabouts. He narrowly survived on his own for several months as his hometown tore itself to shreds (sometimes even without the help of the undead) before he realized that life "outside the wire" had become untenable. The hordes were larger, roving bands of armed looters were an ever-present danger, and even the weather itself was an existential threat. So he returned to Northview, making his way inside and painstakingly clearing out a safe zone for himself before disposing of the bodies. He was alone for only a matter of weeks before an unlikely visitor arrived at the school's outer perimeter: his former coworker (and date, once upon a time) Nari Mochizuki. He didn't hesitate in allowing her inside, where she quickly proved her worth by helping him to fortify the once-proud center of education.

Their new home proved more secure, though it soon drew attention as a group of survivors from the nearby town of Knox approached. After observing the newcomers -- and against his better judgement -- he allowed them inside. Xander's decision proved sound enough as none of them tried to murder him for his resources. Instead, in time, he was welcomed into the band of survivors... and his knowledge of the area and background instead saw him becoming their de facto leader.
 
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BASICS

Name: Nari Mochizuki
Nickname: Nar, Miss Zuki
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Nationality: Japanese-American
Relationship Status: Dating Xander Font

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Nari stands at 5'3" tall and weighs around 125 pounds at the end of civilization. She has brown-black hair and brown eyes and a slim and relatively muscular build but is not in any way athletic, most of her physique is due to her employment, being on her feet, and using heavy equipment all day.

She has a full sleeve on her right arm and a tattoo down her left leg. She formerly had several piercings on her ears and a nose stud but has since removed all due to potential hazards when dealing with the dead.

PERSONALITY

Vibrant and outgoing. Nair is not one to shy away from new people, nor is she quiet about her ideals or her beliefs. She will stand up for what she believes it's right, even if it isn't the group consensus.

EXTRA - Nari has deep beliefs in Shinto and struggles with what the kami are asking of her.

HISTORY


Nari was born in Tokyo, Japan to two loving parents who instilled a deep sense of belief and harmony within her. At the age of eight, her mother passed away after losing the fight against cancer. Nari was heartbroken, naturally, but understood that there is always a reason and cause within the universe. After this, she lived with her aunt as her father struggled with the loss of his wife and knew just how to raise his daughter alone. Over time they became estranged.

She graduated high school early and accepted scholarships to MIT and earned a Master's in Mechanical Engineering. After graduation, she had always intended on returning home to Tokyo however she'd grown to love the new country she'd lived in for nearly a decade of her life. She applied and was granted a work VISA and moved several states away from Massachusetts to Indiana where she was hired on at an up-and-coming high-tech company developing a 'take home kit' for car conversions. The project's goals were lofty, their timeline seemed impossible and while these red flags were something Nari had noted, the concept of it all was what made her accept the position of Project Manager. She and her team worked for months on various models and concepts; some ridiculous side projects resulted in far worse for the environment modeled vehicles with coal furnaces and steam engines, but these always lightened the mood and helped reflect that the task at hand: how do we help the everyday Joe convert their favorite gasoline guzzling car to something that is efficient for the earth's future?

Nari never had the opportunity to find this out, after several months of working for the company they suddenly announced bankruptcy and layoff their entire staff. All of the company shares she and the other staff members were given as sign-on bonuses and payments into their retirement plans were gone. Not only did this leave Nari nearly without any funds but also in a position where her VISA would lapse and she would have to return to Japan. She searched endlessly for any kind of employment that would still find her time to work on the company's project and found herself seated across from the principal of Northview Highschool, answering interview questions and shaking his hand. Never did she think she would be a high school shop teacher but yet this decision turned out to save her life.

NOTABLE MOMENTS


Turn for the worst
X In the early days after the world went to hell, Nari had hidden away in her apartment. She watched the news, and through the windows as utter panic destroyed the world around her. She had desperately tried to call anyone for help but of course, the lines were down and she was left alone. Soon enough the world lost power and shortly thereafter the water stopped in her apartment and she ran out of food. She had no choice but to venture out or starve to death. This had nearly been the end of her fate when she found herself at Northview and being greeted by her co-worker, and one-time date, Xander Font. He'd saved her, so far as she was concerned, ushering her into the safe building and never making her leave the gates again. Xander also when through great efforts to return to her apartment and retrieve precious items for her, including her shrine and pictures of her parents.

Shelter, water, food
X Nari put her knowledge and creativity to use, bringing the status of the Northview Highschool residents from surviving to thriving. She worked with the scavenging teams to bring back a myriad of components in order to develop improvements to their living:
  • electrified fencing surrounding the school (the electricity, of course, not the fence itself.)
  • water collection and filtration system that supplies their drinking and bathing waters, as well as supplies their cafeteria gardens
  • solar panels and battery bank that allows light use inside the high school overnight.
  • solar heating system to allow hot water for showers
  • modified air rifles, by increasing the air pressure to make any small hard object shot from the canister lethal to the dead, and painful for the living. (or lethal at close range to the living)
 
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Marcus King
Nickname: King | The King
Age: 44 Years Old
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Role: Leader

How did they become a member of the Samaritans?
Marcus was locked up when his brother turned on him and his empire. Multiple convictions landed Marcus a lifetime behind bars. With time on his hands and a hunger for power, Marcus used his connections, experience and reputation to make the prison his - even before the dead rose to claim the rest of the world. When war broke loose inside the prison, Marcus took the chaotic opportunity to gain full control of the estate by eliminating the warden, those who opposed him and claiming that which he felt rightfully belonged to him. Now at the top off he food chain, he leads the Samaritans in the new world - his way.

- Physical Description -
Noticed for his expensive suits and one of a kind swagger, the athletic built gangster is easy to spot from a mile away. He is well groomed, overdressed and holds himself to higher standards than most survivors. He stands at 6’2, above average height and weighs roughly 185lbs of lean muscle. He doesn’t bare any tattoos or scars aside from bruised knuckles gained from β€˜handling business’. He is one to not be overlooked or overshadowed.

- Personality -
Marcus is a self-made gangster; an individual who came from nothing, had nothing but managed to obtain everything. He is a man that desires nothing but power, dreaming large and accomplishing those goals in any way possible. He is determined, but has never let his determination steer him in the wrong direction. He does not act on impulse, instead is very calculated on what moves to make - like a chess player. He doesn’t raise his voice unless he needs to, doesn’t act out unless it’s demanded. He brings the teachings about character learned from his youth to adulthood, but leaves behind the culture that came with it - knowing he’s now transcended the poor and middle class life. He holds himself to higher standards, dressing the part to showcase his success. However, underneath the suits, rings and studs is a monster. A man who’s carnage has killed innocence in the pursuit of power. He rules through fear so his hands can stay clean, but has done the dirty work required to get there. Still he wants more and his greed will continue to outshine any other piece of humanity he still holds in his heart.

- History -
Having built the most powerful organization in all of Southeast, D.C. had been a dream for Marcus. He took out any opposition in his way, tainting the streets red in his quest for power. After self claiming himself King, it appeared that nothing could get in his way - but he was wrong. His own brother Jamal blew up his organization from the inside, working alongside the feds in a heat of jealousy. Vengeance was served but the cost was grave - landing Marcus behind prison walls. Despite the outcome, Marcus would soon find himself King again as a corrupt system worked on his behalf. Money spoke the language that greedy federal bastards understood and he had plenty of it - eventually landing even the purest of hearts in his back pocket. He quickly led all of Lincoln State - forcing his opposition to play by his rules. Then the world fell and his rise to power was much obliged. The death of the warden and all of those who opposed him was the start - creating a civilization was what eventually put him at the top of the food chain. He created a world worth living in that the dead could not touch. His visions became reality and those that appeared way above reach were forced down so he could grasp them.
 
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Denise Nelson​

BASICS
Full Name: Denise Ann Nelson
Nickname: Denise
Age: 42
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Affiliation: Second-in-Command at the Ranch
Role: Glorified ranch hand, zombie-killer, scavenger, and occasional cook.
Pre-Apocalypse Employment: Full-time stay-at-home "soccer mom" of three children
Birthplace: New York

Appearance & Style
Face Claim: Thandiwe Newton

Details: 5'5", dark brown eyes, dark brown hair.

Build: Getting on the skinny side these days.

Clothes: Prefers utility over style, t-shirts and tunics with denim jeans are her go-to clothes, combined with a sweater or jacket on cold days. She's almost always wearing sneakers - better for running compared to boots.

Notable details: No defining tattoos, scars, or other markings. She wears no jewelry whatsoever.

Personality
Denise is a no-nonsense woman who tells it like it is. She takes no bullshit, and gives none either. Respect from her needs to be earned, not demanded - but she's no idiot and knows when to hold her tongue and keep her thoughts to herself. She's willing to work for the good of the group only as long as the group remains smart, organized, and cohesive. She doesn't tolerate weakness, laziness, or stupidity. She's enough of a hardass that she can be very hard to get to know, but once you do, you realize her attitude comes from a place of wanting people to just be real. No fake exteriors, no picket fences, no putting on airs. Just real, honest existence.

Likes: Reading, shooting, combat practice, martial arts.

Dislikes: Domestic chores, children, sexism, "men who are pigs".

Motivations: Surviving, remaining as independent as possible, never having to feel like she needs to fake it ever again.

Fears: Winding up feeling trapped no matter where she goes or what she does. Waking up one day and realizing she misses her children. Others finding out that she abandoned her children.

Habits: Occasionally smokes when nervous. Compulsive gum-chewer.

History
Prior to the start of whatever nightmare this is, Denise stayed at home to take care of her three children full time, ages 15, 14, and 12. She was the epitome of an upper-middle-class suburban soccer mom - including the minivan to take her kids to soccer practice, and wherever else they needed to go. Her husband was a gifted surgeon who was often away from home. He worked late, traveled to conferences for business, and cheated frequently. He didn't know Denise was aware of this, but she had definitely hired a private investigator to find him.

Her children, two boys and the middle one a girl, were all absolute terrors. The oldest boy was already turning into a delinquent, with the little bastard frequently skipping school, stealing, getting into fights, drinking, and dabbling in drugs. The girl was a mean and cruel bully, and Denise suspected the girl had something to do with the suicide of one of her classmates. The youngest boy had mental health issues and a fascination with harming small animals and beating up the neighborhood children in ways that made it difficult for her to sleep at night. Despite her best efforts, and with zero help from her absentee husband, she felt like she had no way to help any of them. In truth, she hated them all. She had never really wanted children to begin with.

Slowly squirreling away money over the course of a year, she had saved up enough to ditch this shitty life she was trapped in and had plans to move to California to pursue literally anything else than what she was doing now. Maybe art, maybe go to school. Once she was ready, she packed a few bags, left a note on the nightstand, and drove off early one morning with no intent of ever looking back.

Joining the Samaritans
Denise made it as far as Ohio before everything fell apart and the walking corpses forced her to abandon her car. She was on the run for a time, moving from place to place and just trying to survive, before a group of scavengers picked her up and invited her back to a nearby ranch.

She told the survivors living at the ranch she was on the run from her abusive husband, but has not ever told anybody that she has children. The other survivors took her in, welcoming her among their ranks as she proved herself to be useful, a hard-worker, and as level-headed as one could remain in times like these. In time, she became seen as the second-in-command around the ranch. She bore that responsibility well - finding this in some ways preferable to her old life. Yes, she was once again responsible for the well-being of others, but this time it was different. She had chosen this.

The ranch was inevitably raided by a stronger group. A group from a nearby prison, calling themselves the Samaritans, took over the ranch. Denise had no choice but to roll with it, out of her self-preservation and interest in surviving. The Samaritans found a use for her, and now she acts as one of their scouts.

Relationships
Husband and children - Abandoned and presumed (or hoped?) to be killed in the outbreak, but unverified.
 
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BASICS

Name: Wesley Dean Emmett
Nicknames: Wes, LT
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Former Occupation: Correctional Lieutenant at Lincoln State Correctional Center. Army National Guardsman.
Community & Role: Samaritans Chief Enforcer
Relationships: Casual Sexual Partner of Dutchess



PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Wesley makes for an intimidating figure, standing at 6'5" with a broad-shouldered, athletic build. Muscular to the point of being "burly" from a healthy amount of time spent in the gym, his body has lost some of its toned definition during the apocalypse due to the selective diet available at Lincoln. Despite that, Wes is no less imposing than before. He has light brown hair that he rarely bothers with beyond keeping it somewhat close-cropped. His jawline is covered in facial hair, either a heavy stubble or thick beard depending on how much time he has given to self-maintenance lately. Emmett's eyes are a shade of cool blue.

Wesley has a number of tattoos: a half-sleeve on his right arm, designs on his right and left biceps, ink on his upper left chest, and a large centerpiece on his back between his shoulder blades.

PERSONALITY

Wesley had few true close friends even before the outbreak. At best, he was a man with a circle of acquaintances from work, some of which could tolerate enough (and vice versa) sufficiently to become occasional "drinking buddies" with. In any given interaction he tends to favor a blunt and direct approach -- some would say to the point of being crass or insensitive. Despite this, he is a capable (and largely loyal) instructor, mentor, and guardian to those in his charge... if a bit overbearing at times.

The man's already porous ethics have loosened farther still following the apocalypse and he is willing to do what it takes to get ahead and for the time being that means advancing the goals of the Samaritans... though he is by no means averse to the idea of keeping an eye out for his own opportunities on the side. Wesley does hold himself to a professional code of sorts, but it is not one that would strike most as particularly morally upstanding.


HISTORY

Wesley was born and raised in the rural community of Bear Creek, Ohio. His father worked as the foreman in one of the region's many nearby coal mines, while his mother earned a meagerly part-time wage at the Scioto County High School as a substitute teacher. Surrounded by nature and little else, the small family managed to get by contently, albeit not comfortably. However, as clean energy anti-pollution initiatives in the 1980s led to the closure of several power plants and coal mines throughout Ohio -- including the one where Wes's father worked -- the man was laid off. He tried unsuccessfully to find work for several months, during which time he spiraled into an alcohol-fueled depression that occasionally manifested as physical abuse toward Wesley and his wife. Eventually Wes's mother chose to leave, taking her son with her, settling down and eventually remarrying to a local game warden.

Wesley's new stepdad accepted the youth and was by all outward appearances an upstanding father figure: frequently taking him on trips into the wilderness of Ohio in order to hike, camp, fish, and especially hunt various species of game as a bonding exercise. He also encouraged him to become actively involved in the local Boy Scouts Troop. But soon enough, the warden proved to be little better than his biological father after Wes discovered him taking bribes from local poachers as part of a protection racket. The cycle of physical and emotional abuse reignited -- continuing throughout Emmett's adolescence as his stepfather often made him complicit in his crimes by forcing him to run illegal errands for him under the threat of violence to him or his mother.

In high school, Wesley proved to be an unremarkable student, but an exceptional athlete. He lettered on the varsity football, wrestling, and baseball teams several years in a row. He had a small, tight-knit group of friends -- many of which were athletes like him. However, he was regarded by many as a troublemaker and a bully, frequently attracting the ire of schoolteachers and administrators... and occasionally from law enforcement in the local community. Despite multiple suspensions and a brief stint in juvenile detention, his age and his parents' connections prevented him from seeing serious consequences. A talented offensive tackle and wrestler, he had high hopes of receiving a scholarship to compete for Ohio State University, though the school seemed initially hesitant to recruit him given his lackluster academic background and history of disciplinary issues. He was ultimately granted a scholarship, only to be disappointed when he discovered that the athletic prowess which had served him so well in high school didn't measure up at the collegiate level. Wesley was quickly relegated to the practice squad, riding the bench and being forced to watch his teammates compete.

This frustration led to Emmett lashing out, taking part in a drunken brawl at an after-game party. Despite being taken into custody he was ultimately released without charges for the incident, though he was cut from the football and wrestling programs. His grades deteriorated and ultimately he dropped out of university altogether. Left with few prospects, he enlisted with the United States Army as a Cavalry Scout. Following two tours in Iraq, he transferred from active duty to the National Guard in order to settle down, find work, and pursue a degree from a nearby community college. After moving around between a series of odd blue-collar jobs -- bouncing in clubs, working construction, and serving as a freight loader -- he attended a local employment fair for veterans and approached a booth for the Ohio Department of Rehabilitation and Correction.

Wesley promptly applied to become a Correctional Officer, making it through the academy and being assigned to the newly-constructed Lincoln State Correctional Center. He worked there for over a decade thereafter, making his way up the ranks to become one of the senior members of the institution's Special Response Team and a member of the elite STAR unit. A moderate number excessive use-of-force and other complaints were filed against him over the years, though the evidence against him was never been considered sufficient to pursue disciplinary action. In truth, Emmett did use the influence of his position to his advantage: most often by smuggling contraband into the prison.

With the beginning of the outbreak, Wesley chose to ignore the deployment orders he received from his National Guard unit. Instead he remained steadfastly behind the walls of LSCC and the safety they provided, all under the guise of doing his duty while the world fell apart around him. He continued to carry out the same role as he had before the outbreak: maintaining order within the prison... at least until the balance of power began to irrevocably shift. With it, Wesley's loyalty shifted as well. Seeing the writing on the wall, Emmett used his unique access to the prison -- and in particular its armory and security systems -- to assist in overthrowing the previous warden and his cronies. This has earned him no small amount of goodwill with the new leadership, with whom Wes has done his level best to ingratiate himself by serving as a keen-eyed and able-bodied sentry against threats... both within and without.
 
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    BASICS

    Name: Ignacio Cabrera
    Nickname:
    pit fighting title - La Boa Constrictor
    diminutive of his name - Nacho
    Age: 34
    Gender: male
    Community and role: Right Hand Man of the leader of Samaritans

    PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

    Hair: very dark, close cut on the sides and back, longer in the center and front
    Skin: tan olive
    Eyes: hazel brown
    Build: 6'3, athletic, more lean than thickset, might be stronger than he looks
    Distinguishing features:
    - there's a simple, weathered snake skull tattoo with the nickname of his military unit below the nape of his neck, and a fresh, higher quality but unfinished tattoo on his left pec of a helicopter with a heart-shaped graffiti covered in bullet holes
    - various scars

    PERSONALITY

    Cabrera is one of the "Lieutenants". The playful if not a little predatory Alpha who will offer a friendly smile or a hand even to those from the bottom of the reputation ladder. But he might beat you up despite the rank for disrespect or disobedience all the same.

    He's the Leader's favorite underdog and whenever the man is around, Ignacio tends to become more serious and cruel, as if he's admiring the ruthless man in charge and seeking his continuous approval.

    He's pretty casual about it but sometimes offensive when other men in charge show distrust towards his actions just because he's not part of the original crew.

    He is: friendly, competitive, intimidating, dedicated, authoritative, capable, diplomatic, fun.

    HISTORY

    Cabrera doesn't talk about his past. All that is known about his pre-outbreak life is that at some point he was a military man. Rumors have it he was dishonourably discharged but that's unconfirmed.

    His first encounter with the Samaritans wasn't pretty. Apparently, he was living on a death wish and attacked a patrol. He managed to rough up a couple of the Samaritan enforcers before getting subdued. The patrol leader - and at the time the fighting champion - brought him to the base to show off by defeating him in a cage. It wasn't a life/death fight but Cabrera apparently didn't understand that. Before enforcers intervened he already crushed the opponent's windpipe and strangled him.

    After that Cabrera was sentenced to the pit, to fight for his life against two enforcers - who he also defeated. The last one again by a chokehold, which earned him the title La Boa Constrictor. This was the first time anyone won a pit fight against enforcers, which roused the crowds and prompted the Leader to visit Cabrera's solitary cell. For reasons known only to the two men, he spared his life. Left him to cage-fight for community's entertainment but kept visiting, regularly sending the priest to him as well. Eventually the Leader took him into their ranks, recognizing Ignacio's talents. One of them being an interesting symbiosis between his humility and arrogance. Cabrera skipped positions fast, eventually becoming what could be considered the Leader's right hand man.

    Whenever something important had to be done, especially away from their base, the Leader sent Cabrera, knowing the man wouldn't fail him.

    MISCELLANEOUS

    Relationship and family: no known family, single, might be especially fond of one of the hookers because sometimes he spends whole evenings in the whorehouse

    Inventory:
    - just like most Samaritans he walks around strapped and whenever outside of the base he tends to wear a Kevlar vest over dark t-shirt
    - often also a baseball cap turned backwards and military sunglasses

    Other Information:
    - likes sweet&salty snacks, baby animals, healthy rivalry, simple people, fast vehicles, and giving hugs
    - dislikes losing control over situation and not getting what he wants
    - seems skilled with most basic weapons and hand-to-hand
    - despite sometimes vulgar and predatory behavior towards any gender he appears to be straight, but some of the seasoned ex-convicts can tell that's not the case
    - is at odds with Second in Command who still doesn't trust him
    - he's a good cook, his Mom taught him well



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    32 - male - former and current drag queen, current Samaritans Madam

    Wifey to Derek Boone, became his wife in prison prior to the Samaritan's takeover.
    He oversees the prison's prostitutes, male and female, designates their ranking, and ensures client satisfaction.
    He also ensures the safety of his boys and girls, black-listing clients when necessary.

    Outgoing - Outrageous - Loyal - Protective
 
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BASICS

Name: Pandora Davis
Nickname: N/A
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Pandora is a tall lady, about 5'9" in height, with a triangle-shaped figure. She is light-skinned and has a freckled face, especially across her nose and cheeks. Her eyes are dark and her hair is naturally tightly coiled and dark brown. Her lips are plump and she has a subtle roman nose. Though she doesn't have a stereotypically strong figure, she spent a lot of time in the gym when she wasn't working at the hospital. She has the lobes of her ears pierced but these holes have closed since the apocalypse began.

PERSONALITY



HISTORY

Pandora grew up as an only child as her parents struggled with fertility issues. Her mother and father were over the moon to finally have the baby she wanted and were determined to spoil her as much as they could. However, they were a low-income family. They simply didn't have the money to treat her to the things she wanted.

From a young age, Pandora was bright. Her father was the kind of dad to brag about all of her accomplishments to his friends. How she walked early, talked early, learned to read and write early... He hesitated to mention the tutoring he and his wife were giving her behind the scenes. Pandora was just naturally bright!

Her parents had never been to university and worked typical blue-collar jobs, so having a genius child seemed like a blessing. They desperately wanted her to do the best she could and put a lot of pressure on her to get good grades. By 15, she was burnt out. Her grades began to slip and she could feel her parents' disappointment. In truth, they loved her all the same, but she felt like a failure. When the pressure got too much, she attempted suicide.

This was a wake-up call for her and her parents. They wanted to make sure she knew grades didn't matter in the grand scheme of things. She spent some time in a psychiatric hospital and, though she tried to go easier on herself, she still struggled with anxiety. WIP bbyyyyy
 
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BASICS

Name: Miyu Nagase
Nickname: N/A
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Nationality: Japanese

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

WIP

PERSONALITY

WIP

HISTORY

Miyu was born in Japan, however her mother had many partners and wasn't sure who had fathered her. She was addicted to drugs and Miyu was confiscated from her in the hospital, instead put into foster care.

She was passed through many foster homes throughout her childhood. Though many of these were no fault of her own, it became harder to house her once she got into her teen years. This was when she began to lose her hearing. It was very subtle at first, her foster parents believed she wasn't paying attention to them and simply needed to spend less time distracted. Then, she started to struggle in class and again, her foster parents believed she wasn't trying hard enough. Miyu was afraid of being abandoned again if she told them what was wrong, hoping she could simply pretend everything was okay.

It was a teacher that finally realized what was happening and, against Miyu's wishes, told her foster parents. Though they denied it having anything to do with her deafness, her foster home fell through once more. It was much harder to find her a foster home as a deaf teen and the foster agency planned on keeping her in a group home until she was old enough to live on her own. However, a kind staff member did some research into her family and found her aunt. Though she was living in America, her aunt was willing to have Miyu flown out to live with her and her son, Haru.

Miyu lived with them up until she was 18, however on her way home to school, she was involved in a car accident. It was winter, the road was slippery, and the driver lost control, colliding with Miyu on the pavement. The accident led to a traumatic brain injury and Miyu spent her 19th birthday in an induced coma in hospital. When she awoke, the outbreak had already begun, but some of the hospital staff had stayed behind to care for the remaining patients who hadn't already fled.
 
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BASICS

Name: Kurt Blackwood
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Role: Prisoner

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Face Claim: David Lyons

Kurt stands at 5'9 and weighs roughly 167 pounds. His community was doing well on food, thus he kept up his weight and what workouts he could do to stay in survival shape. He has a tattoo of an eagle on his right shoulder blade, as well as a few scars on his body he gained over the years. A medium sized scar on his left cheek from a knife wound. If asked about it he tells a false story that it happened after the world fell.

PERSONALITY

Kurt's the type of person to remove himself from situations he doesn't feel he needs to be in. The man doesn't often hold back when speaking with anyone. He has a way of doing things and seeing them done, though he doesn't hold his own opinions or way of doing things particularly higher than anyone else's. Though as a former council member of a different group, now a prisoner, he finds himself without much say or opinion in anything currently.

Trust is a mixed bag with Kurt, he doesn't hand it out easily. However he will give most a fair chance on such topics. The man prioritizes the safety of the people he above almost all else. Doing anything to jeopardize that safety will easily put him at odds with that person. This list is small however, after the loss of the hospital and its members. Kurt's pretty stubborn, he has a hard time knowing when to quit. That said he's not relentless, and will eventually backdown given enough reasoning.

HISTORY


Kurt never met his father, and his mother was essentially a deadbeat. Kurt spent much of his young life moving around, staying home alone, and in the foster system. His mother always came back to get him no matter how long she was gone, which could be weeks or months at a time. That was, until the one time she didn't. At fifteen Kurt was always in some sort of trouble, but he had to get by any way he could while his mom wasn't around. The system didn't have hopes for him to be placed anywhere at his age, plus his record. So they reached out to anyone related to him. This was how Kurt ended up living with an uncle he didn't know about in Indianapolis. Reggie Morris wasn't exactly looking to take care of a kid, but sometimes you alter your life for someone who shares your blood. Reggie was a biker and salesman for the Leyland Eagle's Motorcycle Club, a much bigger family than Kurt ever expected to be thrown into. And in the years to come he did become a part of that family, having his own ride, making a living detailing other rides and being a part of a group he could trust.

Ten years later however was a different story. Kurt found himself a part of the shadier part of the club's business. A very small portion of the Eagles' community ran a little drug operation and Kurt was one of them. Things went sideways when one of the members had been arrested, made a deal, and named some names. This left Kurt doing a prison sentence as well as losing the respect of most of his peer's and family. By the time he got out of prison five years later his surrogate father had already passed away. Three years later and the apocalypse hit, leaving the man scrambling to stay alive. He spent months on his own, taking life day by day until he came across the Hospital and the group within. And after proving himself to that community he found a spot on it's council, helping it prosper and survive. Something he did his best with, but in the end he couldn't stop it from falling. Kurt's still not sure what happened, the dead got in, there was shooting all around and inside the building. He'd been asleep when it had started, and barely made it out alive. The sight of those he'd lived alongside of lying lifeless on the ground as he escaped still haunts him. After about a week on his own and borderline spiraling, Kurt got it in his head that this had to be the work of the other group in the area. The two had a skirmish recently in which they had wounded on both sides. But this had to be retaliation right? Their scouts had reported the groups location roughly and Kurt set out with a goal in mind, hurt them and possibly die in the process.

It was out of character for him for the most part. But Kurt was in the midst of a breakdown, and wasn't thinking too clearly. After arriving at the school he'd immediately gotten into a fight with the first guy who'd gotten too close outside the gates. Before things could escalate further however, Miyu showed up from beyond the walls and the sight of her stopped Kurt in his tracks. This made it easy for him to be subdued in that moment. After finding out that they'd taken the girl in and after she expressed that she didn't believe they had any part in the hospital's downfall, Kurt finally gave up on fighting and allowed them to lock him in a room. The man wasn't sure if he completely believed it but he wasn't interested in risking Miyu's place with these people over whatever notions he had. So he became their prisoner, both for the ruckus he caused as well as being the one who shot Harry Cox and put him into a coma. So that's where he's been ever since, the last so many weeks.
 
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BASICS

Name: Connor Riley
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Role: A stray in charge of keeping a child alive.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Hair: Black
Skin: White
Eyes: Blue
Build: 5'10", athletic, somewhat bulky
Distinguishing Features:
-Burn scars coat his hands and arms up his shoulders.
PERSONALITY

Connor is a compassionate man who does his best to look out for others within his means. Of course, not to his own detriment. These days he prefers to keep contact with others scarce as it'll inevitably end up as a recruitment pitch or getting robbed and he's not keen on either. Connor has commitment issues when it comes to forming bonds with most people.

Connor is: Loyal, compassionate, empathetic, fierce, wishy-washy, and nervous.

HISTORY

Formerly belonging to the state's national guard, Connor spent the first several weeks of the outbreak under military orders to save as many government officials as possible in an operation codenamed "Archangel". The idea was that while other units focused on evacuating civilians, his platoon could get the big-wigs out so they could fall into leadership roles in refugee camps. What a joke; Most of those trucks never even made it to camps. Connor spent much of that time laying low in buildings or riding through the streets shooting anything that moved-- at night he didn't even know if the targets were infected or not. One by one, his platoon succumbed to hopelessness and death either going AWOL or joining the hordes of dead overrunning checkpoints and COPs alike.

Thirty-seven days after the initial outbreak, Connor found a couple beating against the window of a car. They were already reanimated and scraping against the glass in a rabid effort to get at something within. Connor was low on ammo, but as he turned to leave he spotted what it was they were trying to get to: a kid, most likely their son. The kid didn't seem to know much of what was going on and was trying his best to get through the child locks and out into the embrace of his family where he would meet a gruesome end. The soldier levelled his rifle and dispatched the dead. That was when Connor met Tanner, a traumatized mess of kid swallowed up by a chaotic world that made no sense and protected by the man who he'd just seen 'murder' his parents. That was a misunderstanding that took a long time to get over.

Connor clicked off his radio abandoning the handful of his platoon that was still alive. Something about that horrible sight broke something inside him; he would keep the kid safe no matter what.

In the many months since, Connor has taught Tanner what he can about survival and the two have made a competent, reclusive duo on the edges of the city.
 
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BASICS

Name: Blake 'Huey' Hughes
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual (Male-Leaning)
Role: Prisoner

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Face Claim: Henry Cavill

At 5'11 and 185lbs Blake is stocky from a lifetime of fitness drilled into him by the military has kept him in good shape, even these days. His black hair has started to grow out longer than it's been in years due to neglect as well as his current bedridden condition. He's got a handful of small scars on his body from any number of things, most of which one might not notice without getting close.

PERSONALITY

Blake has spent the majority of his life in the Marines, so there's an easily noticed discipline to him. Still, the man is more than a soldier and while he can be firm he can also be open and caring. He's spent many years with Marines under his supervision, and as such he's had to learn how to play both the role of a stern parent as well as someone that can be talked to on a personal level. Blake also never wanted to be anything like his own parents, so he was likely a bit lacking in any of the discipline and stern departments compared to others in his position. Still, he was one of the "brothers" so to speak, and would easily drift into a comfortable state with others, though more-so marines. To that point he often found himself as the person his marines would come to with both personal and professional problems, or if they just needed to talk. And he took pride in that, because being the person relied on wasn't something he ever expected or experienced.

Blake also has a little bit of a temper, one that when it rears it's head, he has a hard time reining it in. Usually some time to cool off is needed afterwards. He's known to be stubborn as hell as well. The marine is also a bit of a workaholic, and occasionally tends to push himself too hard without realizing until someone calls him out on it. Easily the type to take care of someone else's needs before his own.

HISTORY

Blake grew up with an older brother in Orlando, Florida. His parents were strict, always expecting him to be his best. Especially because his older brother, Danny, was setting such a high example. But when Blake wasn't, even by a little. He was met with harsh consequences, as a kid he learned to fear his fathers belt much like other kids. As he got older the punishment changed to groundings and limited time to enjoy that which he enjoyed. But to an arguably harsh level, like getting a B in Math ending with a week of grounding or not being allowed to watch TV. Life was spent much in his older brothers shadow, and he found himself distancing himself from his brother because of it. Danny would go onto enlist with the Marine's, something their parents didn't agree with but given he was the golden child they didn't argue.

As puberty set in he really started to rebel against his parents and their strict regime, to the point that nearly half of the nights in a week were spent anywhere but home. Still he went to school, and attempted to keep up the high grades. But between the home environment and trying to take his free time into his own hands, Blake just couldn't. This would only escalate as the years went on, the teenager simply spiraling harder the more his parents tried to stop it. Eventually it got to the point that when he did show his face at home he'd either end up in shouting matches with his mother, or minor physical altercations with his father.

The day after he turned Eighteen Blake decided to go back home with the intent to rub his newfound freedom in his parents home and pack anything he wanted, but instead found his parents in an emotional state. His parents informed him that Danny had died in a car accident the day before, while apparently out looking for Blake to celebrate his birthday. Blake confirmed this after charging his phone and seeing texts and calls, his brother wasn't home often so usually he got a heads up but it was a surprise visit. This was a sobering experience that sent Blake in a different direction, though he knew he had no future at home or any further schooling. So he got his diploma and went into training to become a Marine himself without fully knowing why. Maybe he was chasing after his brothers ghost or just trying to measure up to him, who knew.

The overall experience did Blake good, he learned discipline well enough in the environment. Over time Blake found something akin to family with the other marines, something he never wanted to give up. Seventeen years and five tours later he was Staff Sergeant Blake Hughes. And when the world started falling apart he did as he was told, he'd been on a tour in the Middle East at the time that the dead started coming back to life. Blake and his squad had been on basic patrol around the outskirts of the base after communications started having issues, when one of the Heli's flying in and out crash landed not far from him and his marines. Blake pulled the pilot from the crash while the rest of the team was forced to deal with the rest of the crew. Not long after everyone was called back home as things worsened on a global level. Both his team and the pilot they'd rescued were put to work evacuating civilian's from the smaller towns in Washington, but eventually communication with any levels of authority went dark.

The group ended up in Seattle after finding out that there was a group of military and refugee's still holding there. This made sense for a month or two but problems started rearing up over time, and Blake started to see the writing on the wall. Being the highest ranking individual who wasn't an officer he stated his concerns and even offered advice on how they might remedy the situation. The higherup's however, weren't interested in listening and didn't heed anything he said. Blake had little interest in watching the ship sink, and even less being on it when it did. So he did what he could, he rallied up any of his men who were interested in leaving and did so alongside with the pilot they'd grown to be friends with. In total their group had eight members. It was a difficult decision to just leave people but Hughes felt he had no choice and a part of him hoped that seeing people desert would make them rethink their stance.

Now free to go wherever they pleased the group opted to start travelling across the country on foot, many of the group wanted to seek out their homes to try and find their families. So they'd plotted out the route, the plan was that once they hit Nebraska two of the Marine's would break off and travel south to Texas given their homes were so far off the path. Blake saw this as a mission, the mission even, and he intended to see them through it. However three weeks into the trek they lost Gavin to a bite, cementing the reality they were facing now. Blake himself wasn't sure if he'd actually head back to Orlando in search of his parents, their relationship had gotten better over the years but mostly it became harder and harder to believe they survived the initial outbreak. Instead the only location he'd marked on the map for personal reasons was an address just inside of Ohio.

When they'd arrived at said destination he'd gone inside, asking for privacy while the other four waited outside. Hughes didn't remain inside long but once he'd emerged it was clear that he'd not gotten the answer he'd been seeking by coming here. The man had steeled himself, though he'd discovered a truck in the garage. One that he was adamant about taking, and so they did, traveling deeper into the state of Ohio. Things don't always go as planned however, and losing his brothers, as well as getting injured and taken captive by a group of murderous assholes living in a prison certainly wasn't part of the plan. The Samaritan's kept him alive after the accident, inducing a coma due to a brain injury. Hughes also lost his left leg, the limb was far too mangled after the accident. It wasn't until a few weeks ago that he woke, in and out of consciousness before he truly came around and learned all of what had happened.

OTHER

~ Wears his brothers dogtags alongside his own.
~ Terribly uncomfortable in cramped or confined spaces, borderline claustrophobic.
~ Has terribly bad dreams that wake him up abruptly on occasion, these have become more common for him since the world went to shit.
~ Once had coffee every morning and desperately misses it.
~ Callsign in the Marine's was 'Huey' because in his early days Hughes would tend to 'fly' in and make a mess of things much like a Heli would when landing. It stuck.
~ Often found himself at odds with superior officer's or command for his actions.
~ Refused to accept any rank promotions after a point due to not wanting to be around those same people, as well as wanting to stay in the trenches so to speak. Hughes was comfortable in the dirt.
~ Tries to avoid alcohol for the most part, doesn't usually handle being drunk well. It can be a bit of a slippery slope for Blake.
~ An absolute sucker for good food, it's one if his weaknesses.
~ Lost his left leg in his 'meeting' with the Samaritan's.
 
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BASICS
Full Name: Victor Braaten
Nickname: Vic, Doc, Doctor B.
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Affiliation: Samaritans
Role: Doctor
Pre-Apocalypse Employment: Neurologist
Birthplace: Fargo, North Dakota

APPEARANCE & STYLE
Face Claim: Richard Madden

Details: 6'0", blue eyes, dark brown hair.

Description: Lean from constantly being up and moving around while not always having a decent meal, he usually has some dark circles under his eyes. He tries to keep his dark hair as decent-looking as he can, but lately it is starting to get longer and curl. He has a bad habit of forgetting to shave (or not having time), and his prickly five-o'clock shadow is an ever-present feature.

Clothes: Gone are the days of business casual or scrubs. Victor keeps it simple and utilitarian. He's gathered up a collection of cargo pants, work shirts, and t-shirts - usually with sports logos on them. He wears dark brown hiking boots, not trusting sneakers to hold up in the event he ever has to book it out of the prison for some reason. His favorite articles of clothing are his bright green John Deere baseball cap, and his equally-green North Dakota Fighting Hawks jersey from back when he played hockey for the University of North Dakota, before his med school days. He tends to wear the jersey to bed now days, not wanting to get blood on it. Its a comforting reminder of the time before the prison and the dead.

Notable Details: Free of tattoos and piercings. He has a scar on the back of his right calf from when he fell off a tractor as a kid. The story behind that one is just as dull as it sounds - he was just being a dumb kid, screwing around on farm equipment.

PERSONALITY
Quiet on the surface, it'd be easy to mistake Victor for just another kind soul and a good Midwestern farm boy. He likes to keep that façade up just enough for people to think he's not out to cause any trouble or become a problem. In truth, Victor has some anger problems, is demanding and overly-critical when it comes to his work, and can be a downright rude bastard to people who don't live up to his expectations. He mostly takes his frustrations out on the "volunteers" around him, yelling at anyone who doesn't put supplies back in the right place or otherwise follow his instructions. He runs the prison's medical bay as a tight ship, as much as can be possible.

He was always like this, but he's only gotten worse the longer he stays at the prison. This is due largely in part because he's now gone a solid amount of time without medication for his anxiety. His obsessive-compulsive personality has been left unchecked, professionally or otherwise. He's smart enough to keep his mouth shut around prison authority, however, and he's well-trained on how to have a good bedside manner - positive, polite, and productive, as his mentors taught him.

Likes: Hockey, being outdoors, snowball fights, being in control, order and organization, reading, country music, the color green, beer, BBQs

Dislikes: Confined spaces, disorder and disorganization, not being listened to, loud noises

Motivations: Maintaining in a position of control & authority in the medical area in order to keep his privileges at the prison

Fears: Failure, dying painfully, being put in the fighting pit, his anxiety getting uncontrollably worse

Habits: Drinking, pacing back and forth, bouncing his leg when amped up or nervous, playing with pens until they break, paying off a scavenger to find him anything for anxiety

HISTORY
A neurologist by training, Victor worked at a nearby large nonprofit clinic as an intensive care neurology specialist before the Fall. One day was perfectly normal, and the next he was put on mandatory overtime and not allowed to return home. Patients showing bizarre symptoms were flooding in, and the clinic needed all hands on deck. They couldn’t send any patients out to the major area hospitals - they were told there was no room anymore; the hospitals had the same problems. Nobody knew what was going on.

Days blurred together and he barely slept, running around the clinic trying to save whoever he could, and failing every time. People were dropping dead hours after showing up, only to rise again shortly thereafter - terrifying in the way they moved and attacked people despite being clearly, medically, dead. At first, he was able to lock himself in a secure room with a few bodies, trying to run scans and tests to figure out what was going on. He got nowhere, and nothing he found made sense.

Wing by wing, portions of the clinic became unsafe due to the number of dead. Ambulances were disappearing, going out to answer more calls but never returning. Staff of all positions were dying too - or abandoning the clinic to return to their families. Having no family or partner living nearby, with parents living in North Dakota, Victor didn’t have much to return home to, so he stayed. Victor pulled quadruple duty as a doctor, nurse, custodian, and security guard while the clinic devolved into chaos. Supplies were running low - not just medical supplies, but food as well. One by one, the remaining staff and patients ran or were killed. Eventually, Victor decided he needed to leave as well.

JOINING THE SAMARITANS
Victor didn’t make it all that far before he was picked up by a passing Samaritan scavenger group. Immediately informing them he was a doctor and would be happy to help their group in exchange for safety, the scavengers brought Victor back to the prison - without telling him that was where they lived. By the time he arrived, it was too late for him to back out on his deal, as he was informed at gunpoint.

Tossed into a cell for several days, Victor waited in fear to find out if he’d be allowed to live or not. Finally, his cell door opened one day, and an enforcer threw his old clothes at him. He was told to get up, get dressed, and get to work.

Since then, Victor has been working within the prison’s medical facility, doing whatever needs to be done to help those living within its walls - including amputations and other surgeries done on the fly with a barbaric level of tools and medications.

In all honesty, the Samaritans terrify him, and he does not sleep easy knowing he’s surrounded by armed convicts. He doesn’t know if this is better or worse than what he could have found if he’d simply started walking the other direction. For a time, he considered leaving, but realized he’d likely never get far - not alone, not without supplies, and not without angry people chasing after him. He has a near constant struggle with insomnia, between this fear and the constant nightmares and flashbacks of the horrors he saw at the clinic.

Due to his skills as a doctor, Victor has risen to the rank of privileged, which turned out to be a bit of a blessing - enforcers and others at the prison give him more leeway to keep to himself. He doesn’t get much free time at the prison, because Samaritans have a tendency to keep getting themselves hurt in new and creative ways each day. When he does, he either goes to the bar to drink his stress away, or finds a quiet place outside to stare at the sky and simply exist in peace.
RELATIONSHIPS
Parents & Siblings: Victor came from one of those "large Catholic families" with lots of children - three brothers and a sister, to be exact. All but one brother still live in the Fargo area, with the second-oldest having moved to Texas years ago for work. Victor is the youngest of all his siblings. He hasn't had any contact with his family since the dead started walking, and has no idea if any are still alive.
 
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BASICS

Name: Wendellen Walker
Nickname: Wren
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Demisexual (Male preference)
Nationality: American (Cherokee Nation)

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Wren is a 5 β€˜9 tall man with tan skin and a lanky, lean build. His black hair is long and straight, often worn braided or tied back out of his face in a ponytail or loose bun. His brown eyes are laced with a certain, soul-deep sadness, but one could imagine he was doe-eyed once. He’s scrawny looking with a sort of feminine figure, but is far from helpless and is plenty strong enough to get things done. He has two tribal style tattoos, one of a water spider on his neck and another of a bird being shot on his pec.

PERSONALITY

Wren is kind hearted by nature, but lost his faith in people being good a long, long time ago. He's quiet and prefers being alone, ideally in nature, but he takes what he can get these days. Children are his soft spot and the only place he can find it in him to believe in goodness.
He’s knowledgeable on a wide variety of herbs, edible plants, fungi, and animals, partially from experience and partially from a genuine interest in the subject since he was little.
He's always had a knack for manipulation but has gotten better at it in recent years, lying through his teeth more often than not. He finds it harder than not to be honest these days. He's not ashamed of his actions and isn't particularly concerned with what happens to him, so long as his loved ones are safe.

HISTORY

Wren is more of an object of Marx’s than a person, working as a scavenger in between creating field guides of edible plants. Reception is mixed otherwise, with the common consensus being that he’s useless and is only here because Marx likes him. Some more observant people may notice his tendency to shift his morals depending on who he's talking to and distrust him as a result.

Wren didn't join the Samaritans willingly. Marx took over his settlement, The Reserve, about a year ago. He didn't act then, instead playing along and with Marx’s ego while studying the Samaritan’s firepower. When Marx started coming onto him, he didn't have much of a choice. He played into it with the hopes of better supplies and rights for his group, which worked for a time, but backfired when Marx decided to bring Wren home to the prison with him.

Wren was a park ranger pre-apocalypse and was one of the senior rangers at Blackwater Creek Nature Reserve and Discovery Center. While he wasn't an educator, he did occasionally fill in when other employees were out of work, especially during the summer months when camp was in session. He had hoped to spend the rest of his life there, eventually managing the park, settling down, and starting a family. He still had that hope even when the apocalypse started, working his ass off to make the reserve a safe place for him and his community.

These days, he's just thankful he doesn't have the biology to get knocked up.
 
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BASICS
Full Name: Tigran Davit Barsamiam
Nickname: Tigran, Tig
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Affiliation: Samaritans
Role: Prostitute
Pre-Apocalypse Employment: Broadway actor and singer
Birthplace: New York City, New York

APPEARANCE & STYLE
Face Claim: Mena Massoud

Details: 5'11", dark brown eyes, black hair

Description: Lean with a dancer's build, Tigran is pretty fit. It takes no small amount of good health to spend the hours he did on stage all while singing or saying his lines. He's good at cardio-heavy activities and has a pretty good endurance. It likely isn't obvious, but he's decently strong. A voice like warm honey, he has a subtle New York accent and has worked very hard to make sure he doesn't sound "foreign" like his parents. If angered, scared, or hurt, he might slip into it. He tries to keep his hair and short beard in as perfect condition as he can, as long as he has the supplies to do it.

Clothes: Tigran prefers the finest he can get - designer clothes all the way, even underwear. He's had to downgrade significantly since the dead rose though, and now he wears whatever Temma manages to get for him... or whatever he can get from other Samaritans in exchange for "favors". He still prefers clothes that are flashy and avant-garde if he can get them... but truth be told, this is Ohio, podunk nowhere, and he's hunkered down in a prison. Anything that fits and is clean, he'll take. He has two pairs of suits he tailored himself that he is damn proud of, and a collection of ties.

Notable Details: Left ear is pierced with a single stud. It's a real diamond, too - no fake stuff for him.

PERSONALITY
A compulsive liar, narcassistic, and as vain as they come, its no wonder Tigran flourished in the attention that theatre gave him. As long as he's getting attention from someone, he's happy - and even happier if that someone can benefit him, somehow. Tig hands out compliments like candy, but most are insincere. He's shallow and self-centered, and has never had a reason to be anything different. Focusing on survival has only made him worse, not better.

Truth be told he doesn't really mind working for Temma. She treats him well as long as he pulls his weight and doesn't mess anything up. He thought he'd get tired of the "work" quickly, but as it turns out below allowed to hang around and look good all day is right up his alley. Everyone knows better than to get too rough with Temma's people.

Likes: Attention/compliments, acting, singing, physical intimacy, running (as a workout, not while in fear for his life)

Dislikes: Being alone, being dirty/filthy for too long, fighting, the smell of cigarette smoke, the outdoors

Motivations: Comfort, protection, avoiding hard work he doesn't want to do

Fears: Being left on his own again

Habits: Drinking

HISTORY
Tigran was born to Armenian immigrants in NYC. On the surface it makes for a great rags-to-riches rise to fame story: The son of immigrants, scraping together money a little at a time, his talent being discovered at a local community theatre, and a fortuitious slingshot into stardom.

The reality is a lot less heartwarming. Tig is indeed a second-gen Armenian and while growing up he often felt the weight of his difference bearing down on his shoulders - but his family didn't struggle at all, and his rise to fame was hardly a stroke of luck. Tig's father was a wealthy businessman and his mother had important connections in global charities. Moving to New York was a business decision, first and foremost. Tigran attended private schools, received private lessons in singing and piano, and was in theatre and dance classes from a young age. Broadway musicals were where he really shone, and he absolutely thrived in the attention and adoration it garnered him.

A graduate of Juilliard, Tigran landed his first acting role before the ink was even dry on his dipoloma. He later landed the starring role of Aladdin in a musical rendition of the Disney tale, which was a hit in theatres. While it might not have earned him quite as much money as a movie would (though it was nothign to laugh at, and to be fair, he had his sights set on the big screen for someday in the future), the amount of attention it earned him in theatre circles was nothing to bat an eyelash at. He had a lot of fans and groupies tripping over themselves to join his inner circle - but he also stepped on a lot of people to get there. Tigran was no stranger to politics, manuvering, backstabbing, or lying to get where he wanted to be.

JOINING THE SAMARITANS
Tigran was on tour with his theatre group, set to perform at a venue in Cincinnati, when the dead decided to walk again. The city was chaos, and they knew they'd last longer if they got out and hit the road again. The upside to traveling with a bunch of actors, artists, designers, and technicians is that they were an incredibly resourceful and quick-thinking bunch. The downside is none of them were really prepared for a situation where they were surviving on the road, out of the city, in a horrifying situation like this. None of them were fighters, either. Sure, they'd all done mock battle scenes on stage, and those techs were strong guys from lifting all that equipment, but none of that was the same as actually having to fight off a person - living or dead.

The group dwindled a little at a time. A death here and there, an argument leading to someone stomping off, a severe injury that meant the end of the line for that person, another person deciding to look for family elsewhere, and sometimes people just went missing overnight. Finally, it was down to Tigran and his understudy, Edward. The two never got along - Edward resented being only an understudy, and Tigran was keenly aware of all the ways Edward tried to sully his good name among others. After one particularly heated argument about the last of the food, Edward tried to shoot Tigran. He missed, Tigran beat the gun out of his understudy's hand, and shot Edward in turn. He didn't feel bad about it, either.

Tigran was cornered by Samaritans who were looting a house he had hunkered down in for the night. The Samaritans saw an opportunity, rather than someone to dispose of, and took him back to Lincoln. Rather than play tough-guy and be put on a job that would put him in the line of danger, Tigran decided to play another role that seemed safer: Just a simple mailman, new to the area and the route, no idea where anything is - and never shot a gun before all this, honest-to-God truth.

What was the chance that any of these lunkheads had ever seen a live musical performed on stage? Slim to none.

RELATIONSHIPS
Parents: Presumed dead, back in NYC - unless they had the means and connections to get somewhere safe.

Weston Jones, Second in Command: Tigran has to admit he was surprised that of all the Samaritans to request his "time and services", Weston was one of them. Not a damn thing about Weston made him think the man was interested in guys in that way. Not that Weston was the only one, mind you, but the others... they kept it a secret. A very closely held secret. Tigran could see over time how Weston came to accept that's just what he was. In any other circumstance, Tigran might have been proud of him. But now? All he saw was an opportunity. Sure, Weston wasn't a terrible person to spend his time with - he wasn't into anything weird and wasn't violent - and it was admittedly fun. But, survival first, feelings second.
 
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BASICS

Name: Michael Marx
Nickname: Marx
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Nationality: American

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Marx is a big guy, about 6”6 of pure muscle that he is more than happy to throw around. His sun-tanned skin is littered with scars from fights he’s picked over the years, but the most prominent of them is a notch missing from his ear. His almost-blonde brown hair is kept short, ironically matching the stubble he never cared enough to keep clean-shaven. He has a natural scowl to his face that taints even his genuine smile set beneath heavy brows. He has notably large hands, nothing unnatural, but large enough to make small buttons a pain. He has a shitty tattoo of a black dog on his bicep with a chain representing how many years he’s been in prison.
PERSONALITY

Marx isn't particularly talented with words, never was and never will be. Instead, he finds it much easier to express himself physically. As a result, he’s quiet with people he isn't close with, at least until he's liquored up.
He becomes significantly less of a quiet meathead when he isn't sober, spitting vitriol towards women and men he deems as lesser than. He likes having power over other people, he craves control and he feels entitled to it due to his loyalty to King. He's a hard worker, happy to do whatever he’s asked so long as he respects the one asking. He firmly believes he was a better raider leader than Cabrera could ever be. His settlement is still fully functional. He brought solar panels to Lincoln. Cabrera hasn't done Shit in comparison.
He keeps these cards close to his chest with everyone but his closest friends. Despite the outward appearance of being a stupid meathead, he’s more intelligent than he looks. He puts a lot of effort into managing who knows what about him, preferring to play dumb with people he doesn't particularly trust or like. He’s well versed in manipulative tactics like love bombing and isolating that he doesn't at all mind using on friends and lovers alike.

HISTORY


Marx is a relatively high ranking enforcer, having been the one to hold Cabrera’s position originally. People who don't know him as well think of him as just another empty headed lackey, a little socially awkward and intimidating, but fine as long as he’s sober. People who know him better know he’s a raging misogynist who abuses the twink he picked up from the last place he took over and wouldn't mind hitting them either.

Marx has been with the Samaritans since the start, having been an inmate a couple of years at the time of the end. Even then, he was buddy buddy with a lot of the longer term inmates long before.

Marx had a troubled childhood that bled into his adult life. He flunked out of highschool and had trouble finding work ever since. He had a tendency to hop from manual labor and handyman jobs in between prison stays for crimes varying from assault charges to theft. His most recent charge of manslaughter would have had him in prison for another decade before he got out, he didn't have many aspirations for life after.
 
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BASICS


Name: Madison Jones
Nickname: (hypothetically) Connor
Age: 32
Gender: F
Sexuality: Bi​


Guns: Several .22 semi-auto extended mag, brass catcher, thermal scope (mounted over), subsonic suppressor, green laser target (mounted under), blue-filter flashlight strapped to the inside. Several sawed offs, 12 gauge, double barrel, pistol grip, break action, mounted blade.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Madison is of average height and fairly athletic build, with shortish wavyish brown hair, and skin on the pale side of average. A new series of events has (or will soon have) graced her left cheekbone with a series of scars that start about an inch below her eye and spiderweb outwards. Her left eye is also blind; the blown-out pupil no longer contracts, and though the eye tracks, the signals never make their way into her brain.

Other scars pepper her body from many, many long hours on the road. For most of the Collapse, Madison has spent hours every day, wading through the dead and making sure she can do so with relative impunity, thanks to a clever combo of chainmail, off-road 'extreme' bike armor, sports padding, leather, and duct tape. So, so much duct tape.

PERSONALITY
Madison is practical, dedicated, and brusque. There isn't much left in the world she cares for, but she's got a cause and she's absolutely dedicated to seeing it through. She used to be a detective before the world ended, so she's a fairly perceptive, judgy individual. Ever since the end of the world included the end of hers, Madison has become considerably more grim, a little engine of rage that could.

It would be a stretch to say that she enjoys life, but then again, some things are more important than personal happiness. She's not suicidal per se...... but she's accepted her role in all this and she's thrown herself into it with everything she's got. Or at least she did, before she got shot up and brought here.


HISTORY


Pre-Collapse History​
To understand Madison, one must understand a tale of two brothers, one born to the wrong side of the law and one far younger, born to the blue to make up for the failures of his sibling. Madison Jones became a cop as soon as she could to carry on her father's legacy, maybe make him proud, but she took to the streets like she'd been born with a badge and she proved a talented officer. Uncle Bill kept himself out of prison by the time Madison was old enough to put him there, and he introduced her to the joys found on the open road. It was a bright star in an otherwise grinding existence.

When the bad thing happened, Madison had a very eventful week in her podunk nothing town that started with putting down her parents and ended with a rather memorable and inventive use of a wheat thresher. After that, she went out in search of Uncle Bill and found him holed up with the rest of that chapter of the Fallen Angels, some few hours away. Unfortunately, it is the lot of the brave to be sacrificed on the alter of battle, and when the next bad thing happened in Madison's life, she was left alone.

So.....fine.

For Connor, success is measured in blood, and only in death does duty end.

Protect and serve.

What's their role and reputation within their community?
She is not a part of this or any other community.

How did they become a member of the community?
Madison met Weston, the second in command of the Samaritans, only a handful of months after the Collapse. They had a very intense few days of survival before parting, but they got along fair enough at the time.

Almost two years later, Madison helped a biker gang called the Fallen Angels lead a thick crust of zombie away from a location the Samaritans had conquered a month prior (unbeknownst to her). Madison found out what was probably going on, namely the likelihood that a zombie horde was used by the Fallen Angels themselves as part of an attempted, coordinated hit against the head raider, likely with the help of a guy inside the Samaritans with a grudge.

After prodding the head raider [Ignacio Cabrera] to see what he was made of, Madison decided to leave. One of the Fallen Angels asked her out on patrol and shot her up pretty good. Weston was kind enough to find her, scrape her into a pickup, and bring her back to get some medical aid.


Who were they before the outbreak and what were their plans for the future?
Once upon a time, Madison Jones was a damn good detective.

Through the crucible of a few years of zombie apocalypse, she's become an adept zombie hunter. Her 'life goals' until she got shot all to hell were to hunt zombies and help people when possible. Save who you can. Avenge who you can't. Rinse and repeat until dead. Nice and simple.

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BASICS


Name: Aurelio β€œElio” Pelliccia

Nickname: Father, Padre

Age: 45

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Closeted Bi-Sexual

Nationality: American




PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION


Standing at five foot, ten inches. Elio certainly doesn’t tower over his more impressive peers among the Samaritans. He has soft features, brown caring eyes, and soft brown hair - longer than he should probably have allowed it to grow. He has a beard, that at times, can appear shaggy until he can enlist one of the many barbers amongst the Samaritans to give him a proper trim. He is trim but not athletic, despite having access to plenty of gym equipment.



PERSONALITY


For all intents and purposes, Elio comes across as a kind-hearted and caring Priest. While he does Serve God and Speak His Words; he doesn’t exclude anyone from his parish, due to race, ancestry, place of origin, colour, ethnic origin, citizenship, creed, sex, sexual orientation, age, marital status, family status, or handicap. All are welcome in God's House.



Rumors through the prison, however, seemed to be deeply opposed to his outward personality. Many are unaware of why he was in Lincoln prior to the outbreak and Elio does not speak openly about his past, only that everything he’s done has been God’s Work. Those that have spoken out against him have died, suddenly and brutally.



HISTORY





Aurelio was born in New York to Italian immigrants from Naples. The youngest of four brothers and the only one to allegedly not fall into a life of organized crime.

As a child Elio was often left on his own; his parents worked double jobs to keep the lights on and his brothers were living a life within a crime family. This left Elio behind and, from time to time, he would be returned to his parents' doorstep or grocery shop, by the police due to neighbour’s complaints. Their pets would go missing for days, only to turn up dead, the flowers in the window boxes or the plants in their gardens would suddenly be dug up and trash filled the holes. Of course, there was no way to prove that Elio was the culprit. Concerned, his parent enrolled him in extra education after school and on the weekend at their church, leaving him unattended in the hands of a sexual predator.

In his youth, Elio was often in trouble with the police, between the ages of 17 and 25 he’d been arrested eleven times on charges ranging from possession of stolen goods, unlicensed handguns, illegal gambling and bookmaking. Most of these charges were dismissed as his older brothers had hands in many pockets, at most he was charged fines for those that could not be dismissed. He served no time.

He started his 8-year education to become a Diocesan priest at 21, earning a Bachelor’s Degree in Theology & Social Justice from the NY Theological Seminary. Following that he finished his education in the same school and was Ordained as a Deacon and then received his orders to enter Priesthood.

His entanglement with his law didn’t end after he joined the church. Often he would be falsely arrested and brought in for connections to crimes that could not be linked to himself or his older brothers. A boy went missing only to be found in the river days later, assumed he’d been SA’d and tortured. He was from Elio’s parish, and the Priest was a prime suspect of the police. Public outcry and well-paid lawyers had all charges dropped. In response, Aurelo held extra prayers at his church for the boy and his family, in support of and to raise funds to increase safety measures in their neighbourhoods.

This theme continued, though not in the same severity, throughout his short career until he was finally charged and arrested for the deaths of forty-two people. The details of the crime are still not released to the public, however, the papers in New York reported that Aurelio had trapped a rival crime family within his church and burnt it down around them. His lawyers refuted that a man of the Cloth would ever commit such a heinous act but with no alibi and his connections to his brothers, he was sentenced to life without parole.

To avoid Elio having further connections with the crime family he was allegedly working with, he was transferred to Lincoln to serve his sentence.
 
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