Realistic or Modern Hellscape

[Hell0NHighWater]

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BIOGRAPHY
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NAME AND AGE: First Last & Age


GENDER/PRONOUNS: Female, She/Her


ORIGIN: Town, Country


OCCUPATION: Former Occupation / Current Occupation (Leave CURRENT OCCUPATION blank. This will be determined after acceptance)


FACECLAIM: First Last (optional) Appearence goes here otherwise


DEXTERITY: three traits minimum


INABILITY: three traits minimum


PERSONALITY

• self explanatory
  

BEFORE OUTBREAK

• Add a bit of background information here
  

AFTER OUTBREAK

• Continuation of background information (Can merge before and after)
  

Further Information:

• aesthetics – List out ( 5 ) things your character finds aesthetically pleasing.
  
• sexuality/romantic preference — If you know for sure what your character prefers, feel free to list it here. If you do not know just yet, that is completely fine. You’re able to leave this blank.
  
• zodiac sign — Make sure to pick something that aligns with your character’s personality.
  
• birthplace/hometown — Self-explanatory.
  
• occupation — Expand on your character’s occupation.
  
• extra — You are more than welcome to add any edits, music, videos, and whatever muse post you want here. This section is optional, but recommended if you have a little bit of time on your hands.
  

WRITING


Para Sample(s)


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ANYTHING ELSE?


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[Aio]

Mahala Symphony Gyeong

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FC: Gyeong Ree​

Requisite

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name


Mahala Symphony Gyeong


age


20


gender/pronouns


Female, She/Her


origin


Mililani, Hawaii


occupation


Self-Defense Trainer / Current Occupation


faceclaim


Gyeong Ree


dexterity


self-defense, Hunting, Auto Mechanics


inability


Navigation, Fire-Arms Handling, First-Aid

Appearance

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height


5'3"


weight


115 lbs


hair


Long light auburn hair with waves


eyes


Brown


aesthetics – List out ( 5 ) things your character finds aesthetically pleasing.


sexuality/romantic preference


Demiromantic Pansexual





aesthetics


Dead roses, dim settings, small creeks, lightning, vines





zodiac sign


February 17 - Aquarius


occupation


Self Defense Trainer - Excellent verbal and written communication skills are required, as you plan your lessons and teach them to students. You may know how to do a roundhouse kick, but unless you can explain the steps, your students may never be able to learn. The minute details of payments, schedules, and classes all require your keen attention to detail and organizational skills as well.


Physical fitness and stamina are also important, as you’re active throughout your classes. In this job, leading through example and demonstration is essential.


headcanons


tbd

Persona

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Personality


Mahala is quirky. She is an enigma. She is unpredictable. And independent. she doesn't take kindly to people telling her what to do. But if you need help, she is a true humanitarian who is ready and willing to assist someone who might be short on cash or down on their luck. She'll also dole out sound advice. She cares about her fellow man, woman, child, animal, and environmental cause.


Mahala tends to mingle with people from all walks of life. She tends to greet and interact with people the same way, no matter what their age or background. While she loves to progress, on a personal level, she doesn’t like change. It has to do with her loyalty, her attachment to the past, and her memories, so even though she has the courage to look ahead, usually with optimism, and see the best things in store, she still likes to know where she has come from and who she is.


While most may very well keep their promises in their relationships, Mahala can take loyalty to a different, deeper level. She will stay loyal to anyone unless of course they truly prove themselves unworthy. Plus she's a bit of a hopeless romantic.

Digging Deeper

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biography


Mahala's life was something out of a movie...Well, a very twisted movie. Her father and mother were high school sweethearts, marrying right after high school and having Jane a year later.


From what Mahala could tell, they were happy. Her father opening up a sports bar just so he could watch baseball every day without disturbances. Her father manned the kitchen while her mother manned the front of the house. Her parents had been married for a good ten years before everything, in a lack of better words, went to hell.


Turns out her mother and her father's best friend had a thing for each other and decided to marry, therefore divorcing her father and leaving Mahala to care for a drunken man. Her father sold the restaurant and retired to living a life of in a drunken state. Overall her mother got a new family and Mahala got the leftovers.


Her father decided to leave all that they knew and go somewhere he always wanted to live, a change of scenery he said. Packing up their bags the got on a plane and headed out to Hawaii. At first, Mahala hated it, they were outsiders looking in. Her father still not trying to clean up his act, Mahala felt betrayed. She knew they still had time but she doubted it.


After graduating high school Mahala moved back to the mainland to study physical therapy. She got a job as a self-defense trainer and for once in her life she felt in control. Though it would be short lived when the outbreak occurred, throwing everything back into chaos.


after outbreak


When the outbreak occurred Mahala was still on the mainland, all contact with her father cut off. She always thought that she knew what it felt like to be alone but now 'alone' held a new meaning. She truly missed her father, never thinking in a million years she would say something like that.





Mahala roamed around for the most part, making sure to never stay in one place for to long. She says it's because of her poor navigation skills or maybe pure luck but Mahala stumbled upon Hellscape. At first she was wary of the settlement, not really seeing how having all these people in one place was safe but she grew used to it. Even though Hellscape wasn't ideal Mahala learned to be greatful to be apart of it.

Writing Sample

Detailed - Dearly Beloved


Bibi stood hunched over a small table on the floor, pen in hand as it hovered over the blank paper. She had been in that position a good ten minutes or so, racking her head for something to write. Her hair was tied up into a loose bun as strands of curly hair fell around her face. Squinting her eyes to make the page blurry before opening them back up to make her vision clearer. The rumble of electric fans in the background, moving the warm air in her tiny apartment around but never seeming to be doing its job in cooling her.


*Beep Beep Beep Beep* Bibi's phone's light flashed a couple of times as it buzzed on the ground beside her. She groaned knowing it had to be her father asking when she was going to send money his way. Without looking at the ID Bibi answered the phone and immediately started talking. "No dad I don't have your freaking money. In case, you care to know I have had a rather dry spell and it doesn't help you calling me twenty-four seven. Honestly, I think you can survive a week without gambling or satisfying your beer gut. Now please stop fucking calling me I've had enough!" Normally her father would have interjected her speech well before she could start it so she was surprised to find silence on the other end of the line.


"Dad?" She asked, pressing the phone against her ear in case she had missed him speaking though instead of the drunken slur of her father she was met with a rather wise voice, making Bibi glad for once that no one could see her. Her face was most likely a shade of red, her eyes wide and fearful as the person spoke on the line. "I'm sorry this is Beatrix Bourelly correct? I was told by the family to inform you of Aaliyah's recent passing and to invite you to the funeral."It was as if Bibi had forgotten how to speak making Ah... and Uehh...'s before making a full coherent sentence. "Yes yes, this is her. I'm so sorry pastor for my language earlier. I thought you were my father. Please tell them that I will attempt to be there for the funeral." Though when Bibi tried to hang up the phone the pastor went into one of his speeches telling her that when she came he was here for her to talk about her father and how he could help her find god once again. Bibi politely agreed to his request before hanging up an hour after the call. Every promise Bibi made to the priest went out the window as soon as the phone call was over. She would only talk to Aaliyah about her father and no one else but now that she's gone she just have to carry the secret alone.


She didn't really know how to take the news of Aaliyah's death, not having spoken to her in a couple of months, truth be told she was numb. Of course, she was sad but it wasn't as if she hadn't experienced death before. Though Aaliyah was Bibi's rock and couldn't help but feel she could had done something before Aaliyah's death. Right now all Bibi knew was that she needed to book the next plane ticket back home and pray her father wouldn't find out she was back. She wondered if any of the others had gotten the same call, but knew they most likely had. If the group had anything in common it would be Aaliyah. She was the glue of Bibi's friendships with everyone else in the group, knowing if she hadn't met Aaliyah that one fateful day she and the others would have never crossed paths. What now? Bibi thought, her arms moving without her command as they started shoving things into her suitcase. Everyone's friendship with each other was based on their friendship with Aaliyah. This was going to be one of their most interesting reunions yet.

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[Catharsis]

Hazel Leath

"I now realize that dying is easy. Living is the hard part."

• Who She Is
• Where She Came From
• Extra

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  Name: Hazel May Leath
  
  
  Age: 16
  
  
  Height: 5'3
  
  
  Weight: 106 Pounds
  
  
  Race: Caucasian
  
  
  Pronouns: Female; she/her
  
  
  Personality: Hazel was risen in the Southern states, bred to be strong and independent. She learned how to take care of herself from a young age, along with others if needed. She refuses to depend on anyone, but loves the company of people. She is head strong and refuses to change her mind for anyone.
  
  
  Previous Occupation: Highschool student, Animal Shelter volunteer
  
  
  Current Occupation:
  
  
  Orientation; Heterosexual/Demisexual
  
  
  
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  Origin: Memphis, Tennessee, U.S.A
  
  
  History: Hazel was born into a loving family with two older siblings, making her the baby. Growing up the only girl among two older brothers wasn’t easy, and she was forced to learn how to defend herself from them when she was young, as her parents didn’t cut her any slack when it came down to arguments. In grade school she was immediately casted out, as being the only tom boy didn’t exactly make you the kid that everyone wanted to play with. She didn’t really mind though, as she didn’t feel the need to have that many friends either. The older she got the more and more people began warming up to her, and she didn’t mind that either. By highschool, she had been completely accepted by her peers and had many friends. She joined track as an extra curricular activity, and when it was off season she volunteered at the animal shelter in Memphis, where she learned how to tend to and take care of others
  
  
  Talents: Speaking, writing, and singing
  
  
  
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  Dexterity:
  
  
  -Agility/Charm/Endurance
  
  
  Inability:
  
  
  -Close hand combat/Shooting/Hunting
  
  
  Perks:
  
  
  -Smart
  
  
  -Listens
  
  
  -Defends those in her group
  
  
  -Outspoken
  
  
  -Fun to be around
  
  
  Flaws:
  
  
  -Pushy
  
  
  -Inconsolable
  
  
  -Lacks creativity
  
  
  -Impatient
  
  
  -Snaps easily
  
  
  Blood Type: AB
  
  
  Outfits:
  
  
  
  
  

Kent Mcfuller

"Sometimes I'm afraid of what I'm leaving behind."

• Who he Is
• Where He Came From
• Extra

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  Name: Kent Aidan Mcfuller
  
  
  Age: 17
  
  
  Height: 6 ft
  
  
  Weight: 156 Pounds
  
  
  Race: Caucasian
  
  
  Pronouns: Male, he/him
  
  
  Personality: Kent was considered weird in highschool, but no one really knew why they were calling him it in the first place. He was the sweetest guys among his friends, but just got titled wrong. He's understanding and keeps quiet when he knows it's time to, but won't allow people to hurt those that he's close to.
  
  
  Previous Occupation: Highschool student, Pizza boy
  
  
  Current Occupation:
  
  
  Orientation; Heterosexual
  
  
  
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  Origin: Memphis, Tennessee, U.S.A
  
  
  History: Kent was born the only son to two rich parents who always stayed out of town. No one really payed much attention to him as a kid, but when he got to highschool he finally found a way to draw people in; parties. As soon as he knew his parents were out of town he began to plan and set up for a party that may or may not gain him friends. The truth was, however, that he wasn't doing it for the endless amounts of friends he would make by doing it, he did it for one person, but she never noticed him. Sometime during his junior year he gave up completely, seeing that she would never care or even notice he was around. From then on he kept to himself, doodling in his notebooks or just doing nothing completely.
  
  
  Talents: Drawing
  
  
  
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  Dexterity:
  
  
  - Trapping/Spying/Independence
  
  
  Inability:
  
  
  - Charm/Combat/Negotiating
  
  
  Perks:
  
  
  -Creative
  
  
  -Good at planning
  
  
  -Quick thinker
  
  
  -Follows instructions
  
  
  -Smart
  
  
  Flaws:
  
  
  -Gets too deep in his feelings
  
  
  -Shy
  
  
  -Gullible
  
  
  -Backs down easily
  
  
  -Forgetful
  
  
  

Spoiler

I love me some Twenty One Pilots. Just sayin.


Sample:


Nathan woke up to the first lights of day breaking through the gas station window where him and his family had taken up for the night. He allowed his eyes to adjust before he finally sat up. He saw Nayla laying in the corner of the isle with Maizy's face covered deep into the fur of her belly, sleeping silently. The dog looked back at Nathan but didn't move. She would never wake Maizy. Nathan smiled and stretched, pulling his fingers together in a effort to get the strain out. He carefully walked over Red and Hailey to get to his backpack, which leaned against one of the metal shelves. He dug out his water bottle and sipped it, careful to take no more than he needed.





"You kicked me in my back, Asshole." Red said, sitting up behind Nathan. His brother jumped hearing him speak and turned around confused. "I didn't know you were up." Nathan said, tossing him the bottle of water in his hand "Don't wake them up. let them sleep in, you can help me put the gas back in the tank.". What a joy. Red stood up, drinking the remainder of water in the bottle before tossing it back. "Alright fine." he said, and began to move the shelf back. Last night, the two brothers had arranged the shelves in the store to create a small room where the family could sleep safely, and apparently it had worked because they were all still alive.


Hailey awoke abruptly to the sound of screeching. She opened her eyes to see Red moving the shelf away that he had place there last night. "Could you be any louder?" she asked sarcastically. Red gave her the finger before he continued. Nathan smiled at her, "Goodmorning to you too, sis." he said walking over to rub the top of her head before grabbing the gas tank behind her. "Where are you two going?" she looked around, somehow Maizy had managed to stay asleep despite the noisiness. "Going to go put this fuel back in the truck so we can get going. You should stay here and wait for Maizy to wake up. She might get scared if you don't." her eldest brother replied, gesturing over to the kid of the family. Hailey groaned and looked over just in time to hear Nayla sigh, and shuffle uncomfortably under Maizy's weight. Poor puppy.

 

[Hell0NHighWater]

H E L L + I S + A R O U N D

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THE

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C O R N E R

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S C A B

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REQUISITE

NAME AND AGE: Jay Frost & 22


GENDER/PRONOUNS: Male, He/Him


ORIGIN: Fort Macon, North Carolina


OCCUPATION: Sniper/Feild Medic (Army) / RUNNER & CLINIC


FACECLAIM: Ryan Gosling


DEXTERITY: Combat Technician, Long Range Weaponry, First Aid/Medic


INABILITY: Hunting/Tracking/Trapping, Socialization, Botany, Mechanics

QUIRKS

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  Has an unusual thing for Marshmallows. Eats them ALL the time.
  

• Smokes when he is really stressed or tired
  

• Tends to rub the back of his neck when embarrassed or uncomfortable
  

PUBLIC FILESX

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LIKES

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Junk food, helping people, high ground, and reading

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DISLIKES

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loud noises, chewing gum, healthy things, what he once was

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HOBBIES

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stitching people up, witty one liners, exploring, shooting cans

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SEXUALITY

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Heterosexual

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ZODIAC SIGN

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Scorpio


Oct. 31st
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HOMETOWN

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Saluda, NC

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MEDICAL FILES

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Height


6'0"
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Weight


210lbs
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Hair color


Dirty Blonde
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Eye color


Blue
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PERSONALITY


Jay is the type of person that won't hesitate to stand up for others. He's impulsive, brave, and sometimes too much of a smart ass for his own good. When they brought him back to life, his world didn't seem to be the same. He had images of things that had been, things that he had done to protect others and things that had been out of his control. The testing literally changed the way he saw the world. His only motivation seems to be his will to help others and make the world right again. Despite his inner conflicts and the doom-gloom around him Jay always finds time for some sort of snarky come back or a pathetic attempt at a joke. He may seem serious and dark on the outside, but he's really just a big cinnamon bun with an anti-hero complex.

PRIVATE FILES

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BEFORE OUTBREAK


James "Jay" Frost's life is just a long string of unfortunate events. A result of a one night stand and the consequential rushed marriage, he grew up with an atmosphere that was nothing but fighting and violence. It became a norm, the only world he had ever known: the smell of liquor and the sounds screaming and glass shattering. James was far from the model student with an above average IQ and the lack of motivation to do anything in life. When he was a freshman in high school, his biology teacher took him aside and decided to help. It was the first time that someone had remotely cared and was an experience he quickly took to heart. The poor grades rose to A’s and by the next term he was able to transfer into honors classes. However, there was no money to be had for college tuition let alone living. Desperate, and ready to escape the hell he lived in, James enlisted in the Army Reserves. The Army provided money for his tuition, invested in his medical degree, and gave James the structure he needed in his life.


His first deployment was fresh out of medical school. He was told that it was make it or break it, and when the bombs whizzed over his head, blowing a soldier sky high, with blood and flesh in various stages, he did not freeze.


James was the best, he was capable, and for once in his life he was someone that others could look up to. His company respected him, called him Hawke, and among his soldier family, there was a semblance of home.


AFTER OUTBREAK


He was just coming back from his third deployment, still being debriefed when the Outbreak arrived in Fort Macon. Helicopters were scrambled, tanks deployed, and it seemed that wartime had come to America. Fort Macon had become a base for survivors. James met a few people who he decided to take under his wing and looked after them like they were his own family. However, he knew that all good things must come to an end. It was just a matter of when. The wait was not long. James realized what was happening. He made a decision. He deserted, and if he's ever caught, he'd be court martialed. It doesn’t matter, though, because the United States as it was is now gone. The base was overrun by Infected and James took who he could and made a run for it. The road was long, and it was dangerous. Supplies were low and some people did not make it. Until he managed to spot the discreet base. The Army had trained him on how to find things that were meant to be hidden, after all. Hellscape is not what his life used to be. It’s a weird inbetween, but it’s safe, and that’s enough.

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[InfraredInferno]

WIP

Owen Faulkner

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NAME: Owen Faulkner


Age: 22

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Male, he/him


ORIGIN: Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA

Occupation:


Former Occupation: Bartender

• Current Occupation:
  

FACECLAIM: Colin Morgan


DEXTERITY:


INABILITY:


PERSONALITY


Owen has always been fairly quiet, preferring to listen to others rather than talk about his own problems. Though in general he keeps to himself, once he has a group of friends that he trusts he shows another side of himself. Around close friends, Owen can be sarcastic and funny. He hates to see others suffer, and so he does what he can to help those around him.


BEFORE OUTBREAK


Owen grew up surrounded by his family, specifically three younger sisters and an older brother. To support them all, his parents were busy working most of the time. It also seemed that the little extra money that they did have was spent on the youngest of the daughters. Owen's brother, who was older than him by two years, moved out at 16 to "make his own way in life." Owen still hasn't forgiven him for leaving. He started working at a local bar and grill as a dish washer at that time to help his family out, and at the age of 18 he started bartending. His days overall were spent working at the bar at night and helping his parents with chores during the day.


AFTER OUTBREAK


Further Information:


Likes: Close friends, Dark nights, helping those close to him, celtic music, strong drinks


Dislikes: Bullies, His older brother, crowded rooms, Small animals, Smoking


Sexuality: heterosexual


Zodiac sign: Aquarius


Hometown: Milwaukee, Wisconsin


Occupation: The bar/grill that he worked at gave him the job at 14, and actually asked him to be a bartender when he turned 18 because they were short on hands. He did the job so well that they gave him the position full time. There had only been several time when a fight has broken out while Owen was at work, and he was able in almost all of the cases to talk the individuals down.


Extra:


Hobbies:





WRITING


ANYTHING ELSE?

 

[Vengeance Spirit]

Don't

Be

Afraid

FC: Ted Velasquez


Height: 5'9"


Weight: 129 lbs


Hair: Black


Eyes: Dark Brown


Skin Tone: Tan
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The Basics

Name: Emilio Vasquez


Age: 18


Gender: Male


Origin: Dallas, Texas


Sexuality: Homosexual


Birthplace: San Juan, Puerto Rico


Zodiac: Cancer, June 22nd


Occupation: Student -> Botanist/Runner


Dexterity: Speed | Stealth | Botany


Inability: Long-range Weapons | Machinery | Physical Strength

Personality

Preferences

Likes:

+ Long Conversations


+ Puzzles


+ Running


+ Nature


Goals:


+ Find Mother


+ Stay sane
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Dislikes:

- Oversleeping


- Being Late


- Bossy People


- Arrogance


Fears:


- Losing his sanity


- Being weak
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Traits

[Determined]


Emilio cannot abandon a task that he has begun. He can't stand the feeling of incompleteness. Even the smallest of deeds must be brought to a resolution. This trait forces him to work diligently.


[Extrovert]


Social environments are where Emilio excels. He likes to work in large groups, they make him connect stronger to others. Conversations with Emilio can last for hours, he will always find something to talk about.


[Fiery]


Always willing to fight back against injustice, Emilio's fiery passion can lead him into sticky situations. He can't sit idle when immoral acts are committed, he must intervene.


[Youthful]


Only eighteen years old, Emilio is still pretty young. He has the youthful attitude that leaves him naive to many of the worlds dangers. He tends to wander into places where he is told not to.
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Backstory

Before Outbreak

The story begins in San Juan, Puerto Rico. A heavily populated city where his parents found love. His mother was from the country side of Puerto Rico, she moved to the city in seek of a better life. Meanwhile, his father was a business man in San Juan. He worked for a renown telephone company. Emilio was well-loved and cared for during his younger years. His parents worked tirelessly to raise their child. They saw little Emilio as the product of their true love. This love resulted in Emilio being a good child. He made sure to always do what's right. He took up track during these years. Running was his passion. He loved the crisp breeze that brushed against him as he ran.


These innocent and playful years would not last forever. There would come a time where Emilio would need to become a man. His father described a man as being fearless. Never being afraid of change. In their family, being a man is seen as the ultimate goal in life. The telephone company his father worked for decided to close operations in San Juan. Instead, business would be moved to America. Little Emilio was excited, only 13 at the time. He had heard stories of America, the city of gold. However, the journey there would prove to be a difficult one. His father could only afford passage for two people. He took his son along with him, leaving his wife in San Juan. Emilio cried when he was parted from his mother, she kissed his forehead sweetly and whispered in his ear "Be a man. Don't be afraid". These words rang in his ears. He would always remember them.


While on the plane ride to America, Emilio kept reading the travel ticket. Dallas, Texas. He had never heard of this specific place. It sounded interesting. Like a kingdom in a child's story. He sunk his little head into the cushion of his seat. His imagination run rampant. When the plane finally landed, the bright lights caught Emilio's eyes. They were stunning. Every corner was filled with shining little stars. The further they traveled from the airport, the less lights there were. When he arrived at his home, no lights were left. Only the dull roads and pavements. The glamour of America had ran out. It was all an illusion to attract tourists. He attended a high school nearby, he was the kid with an accent. He had learned English through his years in elementary school but still had his thick Spanish accent. People saw him as interesting. A glimpse into a different culture for most was interesting, a few saw him as incompetent. They believed his accent to be laziness. Whenever someone would ask him why he still had an accent, he would ask them how many languages they knew. He joined the track team at his school and rose the boards. He was the fastest on the team. Through the years, he won many championships for his speed. During his Junior year, he became quite popular. Until the event erupted.





After Outbreak

The TV flickered with the words breaking news. Today was a terrible day...He sat on the couch with his father. Both of their eyes widened. The TV was stuck on the same stories for some strange reason. They hadn't gotten a call from mother yet. Not a single one. They were both worried. The usually sweet conversations that his father and him had were long in the past. This sick world could not be soothed by his father's stories of the past. He loved his father's life lessons that were hidden in each story. But no story could teach Emilio how to survive in this world.All the doors were locked and barricaded. His father stocked up on food before the outbreak. Then bam. The TV went black. No sound was around. Emilio turned to his father. His father turned to him and no words passed. A sound of growling from outside their door interrupted their thinking. Something had broken past the barricade. Emilio's father sprung into action, he ran into the kitchen and grabbed a knife. He commanded Emilio go into the basement and shut the door. He turned to his son as he ran down the stairs and said the words "Be a man. Don't be afraid" He did just as that. Emilio would be a man. He stood strongly and waited to hear his father telling him that the area was safe. They had tactics for communication. He didn't hear the words...He heard something else. A large bang. Emilio fell backwards unconscious from the blast.


When Emilio came to, he was covered in rubble. The basement had protected him from the bomb but the roof had still caved in a bit. The sounds of growling were gone...He had to find his father. He carefully made his way up the beaten down stairs. They were weak and wobbling. Emilio didn't want them to cave in while he was walking up them. Everything was quiet when he finally made it up the stairs. Strangely quiet. He saw only the remnants of his father's shirt. Nothing else remained. He picked up the pieces and began to cry. He sniffed them. He could smell his father's scent. The only thing that was left. His tears were stopped when he heard his father's voice say "Be a man. Don't be afraid. He stood up strongly and ran...Faster than he ever had. This was the race of life. He couldn't stop himself. There was nothing here. He ran until his feet gave in. When he came to he was in an infirmary. He had disassociated with everything around him. He couldn't remember where he ran to, what direction, why he was running or any detail about himself. He was in Hellscape now. That's all he knew.
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P.S: My favorite singer is Vance Joy

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Nature is always beautiful. The intricate designs are what keeps Emilio's mind busy. He loves to stare at everything up close. They keep him busy. Less thinking about the events that are happening around him. More thinking about 'That flower is beautiful'. That's all anyone does these days. Find something to keep their minds off the hell that's happening around them. Going from chaos to civilization isn't an easy adaptation. PTSD is common. Emilio pressed a rose against his nose. The fragrance is absolutely haunting. It smelled like the ones that grew near his home in San Juan. His mother would create little flower crowns for Emilio and his cousins when spring arrived. This was their way of celebrating the new season. Spring was a time of self-growth. Emilio was in serious need of it. This civilization thing was different. He had to adapt to it.


He cut the head of the rose and placed it in his back pocket. He would save it for later. A way to remember the past. He began walking back to Hellscape. Emilio hoped nobody knew about his little adventures outside. Tensions were high since the Scabs joined. Emilio kept his distance from them. They were experimental and could easily go ravage again. He wouldn't hate them or go against the testing, but he didn't want them in society just yet. There was no telling what could tick them off. They remembered their wild days. How could they live with the guilt?...These deep thoughts were no help right now. Emilio always thought in such deep ways. That's why he loved talking with others. People helped him keep his mind in check. Their opinions are what he loved. The differences in ideals were a form of art in his mind.


He entered Hellscape through his secret little entrance. The eastern wall had a hidden ladder. He kept it under bushels of grass. The walls had grown vines these days. When Emilio first came the walls were nearly spotless...That much time had passed. Interesting. He reached the top and ran as fast as he could. He jumped through the air and landed gently on the ceiling of a building inside the walls. It was still late at night. Nobody was really up, only the night shift guards. Emilio was positive they were familiar with his little late night adventures at this point. They probably knew he meant no harm. He scaled down his building's wall and entered his room. He took off his dirty pair of boots. They stunk. He hoped he didn't step in animal droppings again. He laid down in the bed and stared at the ceiling. He wasn't ready to sleep. Sleeping was a strange custom to him. He napped more than slept. He was a nocturnal creature who enjoyed talking at night. In his high school years, he would have boys over the phone. In this crappy place, there was no one who he could release his extrovert energy to. Just a bunch of serious people who wanted to do nothing but survive. Emilio craved more...What was the point of surviving if you couldn't live a little? The tension in this place was surely getting to him.

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[tiny grass is dreaming]

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BIOGRAPHY


NAME: WIP


AGE: 18


GENDER/PRONOUNS: Female, She/Her


ORIGIN: Town, Country


OCCUPATION: College student / Current Occupation


FACECLAIM: Bae Yoon Young


DEXTERITY: three traits minimum


INABILITY: three traits minimum


PERSONALITY

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BEFORE OUTBREAK

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AFTER OUTBREAK

• Continuation of background information (Can merge before and after)
  

Further Information:

• aesthetics – List out ( 5 ) things your character finds aesthetically pleasing.
  
• sexuality — Homosexual
  
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WRITING


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[Nai]

翔 淳

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Biography

翔 淳

NAME:


Noboru (翔) Kiyoshi (淳)


AGE:


Twenty-eight


GENDER / PRONOUNS:


Male; He/His


ORIGIN:


Nagoya, Japan


HEIGHT:


182.3 cm (5' 11.5")


WEIGHT:


70.7 kg (155.9 lb)


FORMER OCCUPATION / CURRENT OCCUPATION:


Med Student; Neurology studies


FACECLAIM:


Tatsunari Kimura (木村達成)


DEXTERITY:


First Aid, Navigation // Analytical, Intelligence,


INABILITY:


Hunting, Fighting, Firearms, Botany/Horticulture, and Mechanics

Personality

翔 淳

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Throughout Noboru Kiyoshi's life, he has lived a rather patent life, that being said, his characteristics favor one of an impassive individual whom seeks nothing more than to succeed in his own arbitrary pleasures. He's known to maintain a rather quiet demeanor at times and finds himself blatantly interjecting his own comments when he's feeling whimsical. That said, he isn't introverted in the slightest, but instead just chooses to exclude himself from certain events if seeming impractical or un-beneficial. Although, this also doesn't coincide with his emotional stand point as a person. Kiyoshi has been known to be a rather kind-hearted soul when moved, not any waterworks needed, but does carry a sorts of empathy for anyone in need. He's also been known to be a painter in his spare time, and dotes vehemently at his father's old history books. This could also tie into his wistful need for a change in his dull life.


It's unfortunate that the change was meant for something else entirely...



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Before / After Outbreak

Noboru Kiyoshi


翔 淳
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Nobu 信

Since a young age, Nobu had grown up praised. His academic capabilities, undoubtedly, astonishing in the eyes of his parents, who relinquished in the ideal that their son would take over the household one day. And whilst the ideal and praise settled nicely as a child, he hadn't expected much when his parents left for long hours of the day, only to return tired and have little to no time left for him. The idea of living alone never bothered him as much considering his paternal grandmother, or more formally known as "the Head of the Household", took care of him; or more accordingly put, the servants of the household did.


His grandmother was a stern woman, high praised and well respected for her duties as a company head in the mechanics industry. Although, that being said, Nobu hadn't once picked up any sort of skills regarding mechanics. His grandmother had hope regardless, the idea that he'd serve to provide other means for the family stood great. She sought it as a means of expanding, and he was merely the branch that lead them there.


It was little over a month after his mother's death, where she was found fatally wounded in a car accident one late night before Nobu's birthday and it left Nobu shaken. He blamed himself for his mother's accident. If he hadn't asked her to come home sooner,

she wouldn't have died!

His family broke apart afterwards, his father disappearing five months later and reappearing engaged two years later.


He had graduated high school shortly after the marriage and found himself leaving home, abandoning his virtues as the successor to the family shortly after the birth of his step-brother, who would undoubtedly take his place.


He spent most of his late adolescence and early adulthood, scouting for jobs and diving into his studies for pre-med; His mother a proud inspiration. Around his last year of medical school, he was tasked with a trip to the states as a requirement for his doctrine, only it wasn't a just a requirement. He was one of the many few that was collected for the sake of finding a cure regarding a new fungal infection that plagued human hosts.


Astonished by the fast paced development of the fungi, Nobu, worked on neurological studies regarding the antiserum, unaware of the issues happening in the outside world. His and the doctor's capabilities only went so far, before an accident was prone to happen. The lab had fallen prey to the contamination, and Nobu was one of the few to escape before discovering it wasn't just a simple fungi infection study, but a gobal-wide spread.

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翔 淳

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AESTHETICS:


Books, Cinnamon Tea, Dim lighting, Soft music, and Lounging


SEXUAL ORIENTATION:


Pansexual


ZODIAC SIGN:


Sagittarius; Dec 5th


BIRTHPLACE / HOMETOWN:


Nagoya, Japan


OCCUPATION:


4th year; Med Student


CURRENT CONCERN:


He gets the feeling that animals dislike him.

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Writing Sample

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Carter spoke up once again, his voice weak and distant as the night settled far into the distance, "Hey, Dazai?"


Dazai said nothing, watching the wilt of the plants take polygon shapes behind his lids, before settling his gaze across the room to nowhere in particular.


"I miss looking at the clouds with you."


There was a pregnant pause in the room, before the distant sound of scathing wind rustling the nearby window settled, and Dazai found himself whispering Carter's name like a soft prayer.


—and not too long after, found himself settled down between the crevices of Carter’s wilted buds, and managed a reassuring hand upon his trembling defiant one.


“... We can still look at the clouds together.” He whispered, as if the very room was as frail as their intimacy.


Perhaps Carter was right, He found himself humming, as he stared wistfully along the small slope of Carter’s neck, his eyes following up the soft curves of his lips that seemed to have fallen pink, much like the whites of his eyes, and It wasn’t long before he found himself caressing the soft reign of his high cheekbones. “We can still do so much together, but right now…” He caught himself after a brief moment of undivided bliss, and swallowed down a lump of spit that felt all too much like the remorse crawling up his throat.


“We …” He added as an afterthought, his eyes lost in their laps, as he clasped their hands together and cradling the forgotten plants, “We need to look out for each other, so please. Let me be the one to take care of you, you don’t have to act strong, neither of us do—”


It’s the reason we have each other. Is what he wants to add, but the words die on his tongue, and the screams of the dead are suddenly louder than ever.

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The World is a Dark Place



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Beneath the orange sundial glow of the dwindling evening sun laid a note, crumpled and tapered, abused by an intangible grip of the mind. The letter in all it’s irrespective glory and suspended like a piece of flyer in afternoon October wind, haunted like prompt. A reminder of his differences, and a possessor of the truth he’d been so keen on hiding. The truth was, Ishihara wasn’t meant to live a life of savage intuitive skills, yet he’ll spend nights lounging in lone bars, sipping drinks that taste all too putrid, and flicking his wrist uncharacteristically blasé to a scene he’d already seen. Spending nights honing the pleasure-seeking rush he’d been too eager to gather since his days of volleyball ended. He felt like a child, in a body of a twenty-nine year old, who’d never had the chance to go out and discover the wonders of late-night party-goers. It became a dream, he’d seen go far too retributive to consider it now than just simple-minded fun.


Had Ishihara known he would’ve fallen so low after his first encounter with death, maybe he would’ve considered the aftermath and consequences of relinquishing insybaritic criminal acts. How ironic, A doctor by day, and a murderer by night. Or maybe not…


Upon entering the condominium, he was met with the usual greeting of the receptionist, a woman with a peculiar set of hazel eyes that only ever caught Ishihara’s attention once, the very first day he met her as a junior resident doc. At the time, she sported a bob cut that left her brown hair and face springing with all the life of the morning summer sun, now, it was different. She’d long lost her bob cut, long hair replacing the drape on her shoulders, feigning a smile that only ever worked on her cheating husband.


“Evening to you too, Hana.” Ishihara replied back with a hum of acknowledgement and watched just as the doors to the elevator shut, the way the curves of her distilled face fell as she fell silent with a nod. “We’re all different, —in the same game, dealing with different levels but all with similar hells. Just different devils.”

 

[Vaan]

Biography

NAME: Delphine Scott


AGE: Twenty-five


GENDER / PRONOUNS: Female; She/hers


ORIGIN: Bordeaux, France


HEIGHT: 5'6


WEIGHT: 130 pounds


Faceclaim: Natalie Dormer


OCCUPATION: Traveling missionary of a polytheism-based religion.


DEXTERITY: First-aid, animal husbandry, cooking.


INABILITY: Botany, firearm handling and close quarters combat.

Personality/Appearance

“A tyrant must put on the appearance of uncommon devotion to religion. Subjects are less apprehensive of illegal treatment from a ruler whom they consider god-fearing and pious. On the other hand, they do less easily move against her, believing that they she has the gods on her side.”


Delphine has thick, softly curling brown hair, large brown eyes, unblemished skin and a slender yet shapely figure. It is noted that she closely resemblances the photographs of her mother, and considers herself pretty for a woman of her occupation. She is an intelligent, shrewd and politically savvy young woman with a knack for weaseling herself into positions of power. And without the guise of her religion, her ideology and actions would most certainly be considered wrong.


As for her private life, she is shown to be rather outgoing and enthusiastic around her established friends. Romance, on the other hand, is approached with similarly physical and active intentions. She appreciates recognition, and well-placed compliments to maintain her high self-esteem, but, is hesitant to return such gestures.

History

The apocalypse brought upon the inevitable destruction of many things; cities, families and even the founding religions that held these things together. There was no sanctum, or even revelation for a world that had been forsaken. And ultimately, people found it upon themselves to dictate the difference between right and wrong. Regardless of this, the truth was: people were like sheep, and without a shepherd they’d wander from the herd, leading to their astray and inevitable death.


Mankind needed guidance to ensure its continuation, and the congregation of religion was the only way to assure this. Fortunately, a single religion had endured the reaping of beliefs and remained in practice distantly in France. The religion, named Septanity, had scarcely been addressed until now, and was a polytheistic religion revolving around the worship of two sets of seven-gods. The first set being the Gods of Virtue, and the second set being the Gods of Sin.


Unlike other religions, which lacked proper answers for the pending apocalypse, the disciples of Septanity claimed that “Those who rise seek only to free themselves of their sin, and infection plagues only those with darkness in their hearts.”


This system of beliefs spread like wildfire among the weak, vulnerable survivors who sought out answers and were given the Septenaries. Among those Septenaries, was Delphine Scott, one of three unwed daughters of France’s very own prime minister. For, who was more trustworthy than the beautiful, noble daughter of the minister himself?


Every fallen chapel would seek its revival, and in their restoration would sit new heirs to the second-coming of Gods: the Scotts.

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[Hell0NHighWater]

H E L L + I S + A R O U N D

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NAME AND AGE: Dr. Estelle Zhdanov & 26


GENDER/PRONOUNS: Female, she/Her


ORIGIN: Moscow, Russia


OCCUPATION: Immunologist // SCIENTIST


FACECLAIM: Marina Aleksandrova


DEXTERITY: Research, Immunology, Biology


INABILITY: Botany, Food Preservation, Communications

QUIRKS

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  Has an unusual obsession with chocolate cake and is usually seen eating it
  

• Hums while deep in thought
  

• When uncomfortable she deflects questions with random facts
  

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LIKES

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Reading, Biology, Chemistry, Classical music, chocolate cake

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DISLIKES

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loud noises, not knowing something, failed experiments, SCABS, Infected

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HOBBIES

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Reading, listening to soft music, researching

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SEXUALITY

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Bisexual

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ZODIAC SIGN

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Cancer

June, 20th​

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HOMETOWN

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Unknown

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MEDICAL FILES

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Height


5'6"
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Weight


187lbs
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Hair color


Dark Brown
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Eye color


Blue
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PERSONALITY


A bit insane to say the least, Estelle has a brilliant mind but is often plagued with extreme fluxes in her mood. She's convinced that she has been some long lost hero sent to save humanity from a virus that she, her alter ego, ultimately created to spite her. She's always been a bit of an oddball, but hides the turmoil of her mind behind a stoic mask that emits a serious persona. She is not the friendliest or the nicest person left in the world. Because of her cold and mostly bossy exterior, she has created many enemies within Home Base and in the outside world. Most of which would love nothing more than to see her and her research burn.

PRIVATE FILES

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BEFORE OUTBREAK


Estelle is a textbook villain with a Russian accent and a hard way about her. Although she's not actually Russian, but she has lived there since she was thirteen. Estelle grew up an orphan, bouncing in and out of the Norwegian foster care system. That was until a Russian family discovered how smart she was. She always knew that she was forged for great things. So when they lumped her into every science class they had, accelerating Estelle far past all of her peers, that seemed normal. When Estelle was sixteen she achieved her Ph.D in Immunology and Microbiology from an American University when she was just twenty-three. Estelle returned home to work in the Russian research labs for vaccines. Estelle was the biggest villain of the world when she had partnered with the Russian government to create a virus with seemingly no strings attached. It seemed like it was too good to be true, a way to change the static life that she had been living in. There was no way to tell what the whole project would be used for until it was much too late. She had tried to put the brakes on the experiments, tried to get them to listen, but they made their intentions clear: keep your mouth shut or die. So she quit, and fled to the States. Estelle had always known it would lead to an Outbreak, and she was just biding her time.


AFTER OUTBREAK


When the time came, Estelle recognized the virus for what it was originally created for. However, it was different, someone else had tweaked it. Surviving against something that she had created, watching as it wreaked havoc on the world, has been the most harrowing experience of her life. In Estelle's mind she was the hero in this story. While everyone else was panicking, she was organizing. She found people with like minds to put something together. Smart people, talented people, good people. She is the hero of this story, because when her camp was ambushed on the way to Home Base, she was bitten. Estelle had watched the wound, had seen it up close a few times, and studied it as her blood stayed red, clean. With guns trained on her by those around her, she had laughed. She spit facts about this Outbreak, and what it does, and they watched with gaping mouths and wide eyes. They began to understand. In that lab in Moscow, she was exposed, accidentally. Estelle knew this, because she had had a bit of flu like symptoms during the initial creation. From this, she had developed an Immunity to the virus through the base exposure. Further testing revealed that it triggered a different mutation: super white cells. She is the real hero in the story, because while creating an antiserum was not easy, it happened. It took a whole team and the trials cost many their lives. Including one of her best friends. If this information gets out, that Estelle created the cure, it would cause riots, it would cause bad people to attempt to take it. So she had to make sure it remained a rumor. She dispelled those rumors by saying that the Scabs were healed in another way, that cutting away the flesh from the wound works. The Scabs do not remember and they have scars from it, so it was the perfect cover up.

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[Anthony Davis]

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BEFORE ANTI-SERUM



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Name: Nick Mai


Age: 29


Gender/Pronouns: Male/He/Him


Origin: Grand Prairie, Texas, United States of America


Occupation: Former honey farmer/hunter


Faceclaim: Derrick Rose


Height: 6'1"


Weight: 225 lbs


Appearance: Like the other Scabs, Mai's body sports extensive scarring from top to bottom, face to feet, making for quite the unpleasant sight. Complimenting his unsettling appearance are the trademark clouded eyes. His once full head of hair has now been reduced completely, leaving behind baldness, revealing the stitching lining the top of Mai's head. A mass of flesh is still missing from Mai's left forearm, the source of the infectious bite that forever changed his complexion and identity.


Dexterity: Hunting, Long Rifles, Blades


Inability: Teamwork, Finesse work, Medicine


Personality: The Nick Mai of old carried himself with an air of confidence, never hesitant in the face of friends, family, or stranger, always conversing with a big-brother mentality in which Mai would find himself taking on. In the past he seemingly had no problems with anyone he met, easily able to keep conversation flowing with his Southern hospitality while trading lighthearted barbs. But that jovial man that once was Nick Mai exists no longer, buried in his past as a new identity revealed itself to the world, swiftly prompting negative reactions that caused Mai to turn towards his bitter side. His measures of intensity scaled upwards, a more stoic demeanor set in, and overall a grouchier Mai emerged. His patience has run thin, and as a result his impatience bred a volatile man, easily angered, easily irritated.


Before outbreak: Nick Mai was born to a rather normal couple residing within the Lone Star State, his father being of African descent while his mother was of Vietnamese descent. Growing up Nick spent much of his free time at work, either helping his parents on the bee farms they owned, harvesting and distributing, building the Mai family a known reputation locally around Grand Prairie. When there wasn't honey to farm Nick found himself participating in hunting trips with his father where he would gradually finesse his ability with long rifles, the usual weapons of his choice, and familiarize himself with blades, something he'd carry on with him as he continued his life. After graduating from high school Nick moved away from his parents, but stayed in the Grand Prairie area, often going hunting and selling most of the meat collected to various buyers, further increasing his relations with the local community. Everything seemed stable...


After outbreak: Chaos. Suddenly America fell into turmoil as what Mai called a plague, swept the nation, disfiguring it's citizens while causing the people to turn on each other, formerly human or not sometimes just didn't matter. Seeing the danger now presiding inside the boundaries of a world superpower spurred a survival instinct inside of the Texan, of course the outbreak carried a sense of fear and irrationality. As the days went on and the death toll rose, more incidents of man versus man cropped up, leaving Mai's slice of home rattled along with the community. Tensions rose as distrust became more prominent, and eventually it all unraveled, violence broke out, accusations of infection were thrown around, angry mobs rampaged, and opportunistic individuals took upon the time to further their own agendas, and in the end Mai's family perished, leaving only one left of Grand Prairie. Saddened, angry, and changed, Nick gathered the equipment he deemed necessary and set out, his plan to traverse the country for another life, leaving behind an old life consumed by the outbreak.


Sometime later, as time began to meld together, Nick had stumbled upon Hellscape, a place he could use his hunting skills for more than his personal gain, a place where he could provide just as he had seemingly so long ago. Only on one fateful night, Nick found himself caught off guard and was ambushed by the infected, his reaction too slow as he felt flesh rip from his body and as his vision faded, the world darkened.


Aesthetics: Rain, lighter colors, smooth skin, warm colors, sunlight


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Zodiac Sign: Capricorn


Birthplace/Hometown: Grand Prairie, Texas


Writing Sample:


A sea of shift was happening. Deep within the steel confines of an arena bustled with activity, while so many exited the arena, others would venture deeper, their devices at the ready to capture and portray the voices of popular men to the world. Eventually paths stopped and expanded in the form of a singular room, it's atmosphere filled with the overlapping voices of common and special men, yet one voice that usually commanded a unique kind of respect and attention was absent. Isolated from everyone sat a figure, his posture slumped over while he hung his low. His exposed torso glistened under the room lights, the tight muscles of his entire body emphasized, born from the rigorous and constant grind, destroying his body and letting it repair time and time again. The usual prideful body was now slumped over in a pathetic manner, the man, named James, was lost in his mind.


James had been a king, he towered over so many, his physique drew looks of ire, envy, and awe, and with that he always found himself overpowering anyone who thought to stand in his way. James was one of the best capable in emulating the ways of old, bringing a physical nature while all around adopted a more protected approach. He was the king. And now...his throne has been threatened to topple, some will say it already had, a challenger had arrived, a challenger unlike anything onlookers have witnessed. Comparatively James dwarfed the newcomer, able to devistate him with nothing but a single arm, everyone knew the old king possessed a physicality unmatched by anyone, especially by the challenger, yet James still fell. The challenger possessed an accuracy never seen before, an accuracy that appealed to the masses of new, and so an entirely new generation grew and bore witness to the newer style of the challenger. Suddenly the mindset of physicality over all dissipated gradually while something new surged over the landscape. Yet a king couldn't just sit obediently and watch over his crumbling empire, and so the man rose from his seat, his face grimly set. Similar to the many opponents before, King James always ran through them...LeBron James readied himself. King James prepared for one more battle for the throne.


Anything Else: I do enjoy some Chance The Rapper, especially his newer stuff even if I'm not too religious!

 

[Ehmersen]

Appearance:

Naturally curly red hair. Golden stunning eyes. Various tattoos. about 5'6. Curvy in the right areas. Full pouty lips. Is always playing with a chain that holds his wedding ring, or nervously twists her own rings around on her finger.


Name: Ehmersen Braxton


Gender: Female


Age: 24


Zodiac Sign: Libra-October 5th.


Sexuality: Heterosexual(straight)


Occupation: Part-time auto mechanic. Part-Time Nurse


Body Modifications: Septum pierced. Tattoos (See Image)


Distinguishing Markings: Black Rimmed Glasses.


Hobbies: Reading. Writing. Getting greasy.


Likes: The color yellow. Eating. Being mother hen/homemaker.


Dislikes: Eye contact. Asking for help. Being clumsy. Decision making.


Personality: Ehmersen is a timid soft spoken woman. She is independent on stubborn. She is really a walking contradiction. She won't ask for help unless it is dire, though she will offer her services without being prompted. She is skittish and always has the stance of a bird about to fly away. She is very maternal and will protect anyone and everything to a fault. She doesn't speak much of her past but broods on it daily. She is a introvert and it is painful to watch. She is oblivious to how beautiful and seductive she has the capability of being, which is normally always.


Bio: Ehmersen grew up in a military family, and being an only child she learned to occupy her own time and became very self reliant at a young age. Her relationship with her mother was good until she left with another man and never came back for her only daughter. Ehmy's father did his best raising her but a military man can only do so much. Ehmersen never made any real friends, always knowing that she would be moving to another town, another country, it was a waste of her time and theirs. As she got older it was easier to keep people at arms length with piercings and tattoos. When she turned 19 they finally settled in one town, Ashland Missouri. That is when she got a part time job at an auto shop, being raised by her daddy she quickly learned about cars and guns. While working though she put herself through nursing school. A few months of working at Stamp's Auto shop, she met a boy named Zane. He was 21 and quickly they fell for each other. He wasn't afraid of her piercing encrusted face, he saw the beauty that not even she could see. He never made her open up but loved listening to anything Ehmersen said. He was the best person for her. After two years of dating he finally asked Archie(her father) for her hand in marriage. He was a homegrown southern boy and that's the only way to properly propose in his book. And so they got married and their life was good. Zane turned Ehmersen into a country girl and she flourished owning a little ranch,she kept her part time jobs and on her days off helped her husband with the live stock and harvesting.


Everything was going great in her life. She was finally happy in her own skin. She still didn't understand what Zane saw in her, but she loved him for it. 5 years later and he still smiled at her like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time. Nothing could go wrong, or so she thought. The madness swept through her town quickly. There wasn't many people there and it destroyed everything she cherished. Zane, protected her until the bitter end. He sacrificed himself, taking a bullet for her. She managed to escape, though she didn't want to. She was alone and scared. She reverted back to who she was before him. The only light in her life had been snuffed out long before his time. He was a beautiful soul and his death killed everything light inside of her. Now she was wandering lost and had no purpose. She thought every day of just ending it all.


Gear/Weapons: Her father gave her twin Berretta 92FS with a twin chest holster. Those are her only weapons. She has a backpack with a single picture, their wedding day. A few various articles of clothing. A water bottle. A flask of whiskey that she hasn't touched. It was Zane's and she intends on drinking it the day she dies. Extra ammo and a few rations of food. She is wearing her holster with her guns. A black tank top, a pair of wranglers and boots. She has Zane's plaid shirt tied around her waist at the moment.

(Their wedding picture)


(I may add as the RP continues and character develops and evolves)