Futuristic k e n o p s i a - character sheets

[zara3447]

Application (soft*) Deadline: January 5th
*please have a placeholder post of some sort up on this thread by Jan 5​

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k e n o p s i a — character creation​

The setting in which your characters awaken is inside one of a few dozen Cryosheds within the fictional Australian city of Otway, a combination of laboratory and storage warehouse for the rows and rows of cryopods lining the walls. Of the hundreds of slumbering occupants sharing this space, only nine of you appear to have awoken, with no discernable rhyme or reason or pattern to why.

Outside sprawls the overgrown corpse of a metropolis, its ancient manmade structures now devoured by the wilderness and wholly empty of human life. Whatever length of time had passed—decades? centuries?—it has not been enough to wipe clean the geological slate that preluded the end of humanity. The sky is cloudy and still yellow-tinged with ash, not cerulean blue like in the storybook histories of an era long past. At the faintest edge of your hearing, the ocean breaks against the new shoreline, miles inland from where it used to lie.

Despite this, there is something... hopeful, almost, in the damp kiss of humid air against your skin. It's warm and muggy, but not scorchingly hot like you recall from the days—it feels like days, but it's been lifetimes, hasn't it?—before you sank into sleep. Smoke and carbon-grit does not abrade your tender throat when you inhale; it feels strange to do so without the filter of an air mask, to taste the earthy, bitter notes of soil and plant matter on your tongue. It is the same Earth and yet not the same, a palimpsest of progress upon which Nature has overwritten in the absence of man.

When you had first closed your eyes and surrendered to sleep, it was the late 21st century; the current date post-awakening is unknown.

As a reminder from the interest check:

There are no set roles for this RP, and no real limits for character histories. But with that being said, please exercise your judgement during character creation. This setting isn't exactly the safest and cheeriest, and conses will quence. I'm not going to pull DM blows if you're playing a child, for example. We must all be equally terrorized by the plot.

I'm looking to run this for around eight players, and applications will be welcome until the application end date (whenever that may be, I'm envisioning this to be open for at least two weeks?) I'd prefer to have a decently diverse cast, character/personality/background wise, so I'll probably be waiting to extend official invites/acceptances until towards the end of the application period.

— One character per player, please
— Realistic faceclaims and/or written descriptions only
— Coding is not necessary for applications, but it would be nice to have :>
— Discord is needed for the official OOC, eventually

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application form​

Basic Info:
— name, age, gender (& pronouns), sexuality
Description:
— hair, eyes, height, weight/build, scars & mods, faceclaim (if applicable, realistic only), other
Psyche:
— personality (paragraph form preferred but bullet points is acceptable), strengths, weaknesses, fears
History*:
— can be as detailed or as sparse as you'd like it to be, but please tell me 1. who they were and what they did in life before ISEP's Cryo phase, and 2. how they get here, specifically? (ex. are they an Aussie native or not, did they come with their family, do they have loved ones in this Cryoshed with them or maybe a different one in the city/country, etc)
Misc:
— any particular skills or tidbits you'd like to add!

*as a note, additional world lore can be found on the interest check and temp ooc threads, and more will likely be added in the coming days!

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Links to the Interest Check and Temporary OOC​

 

[zara3447]

End of the World

Roses & Revolutions

DM NPC

B

asic Info.

name

Genova Meng

aka

Gen, Gena, Genie, etc

age

28

Gender

Nonbinary

Pronouns

They/Them

Sexuality

Queer

D

escription.

Hair

Dyed pink, straight

Eyes

Dark brown

Height

5'7

Build

Anxious-thin, lanky and pared down in the manner of someone who reads more than they exercise, and exercises more than they sleep

mods

Various tattoos, the most notable of which a crow with a pen in its beak that spans their entire left shoulder. Multiple ear piercings

FC

Fernanda Ly

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syche.

It's hard to gauge a person's true character in an end-of-times scenario; contrary to popular belief, adversity tends to bring out the worst in people. With that in mind, the general impression Gen gives off is shy, pensive, and agreeable. Palpably anxious, but polite enough to keep it mostly to themself. Intelligent, but too soft-spoken to have a voice in decision making. Obviously a follower, not a leader. Mostly a textbook geek, with a few details that add up oddly. There's a nervous skitter to the way their gaze darts off if you try to catch it that you cannot help but wonder at, juxtaposed against an incongruous confidence that rears its head at the most random moments. The perpetually contemplative look in their dark eyes, like they're always thinking more than they're saying.
— They seem even-tempered, perceptive, and quite capable of problem solving, but also hesitant, anxious, and avoidant of responsibility
— Immediately apparent fears include insects, heights, the dark, and injuries

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istory

You get the distinct impression that they had rarely in their life ever been the loudest presence in a room, and they certainly aren't getting incredibly chatty now about their personal life in the company of complete strangers. They introduce themself with bare-bone details: Gen, twenty-eight, was a programmer working in New Shanghai pre Big Freeze. Came to Otway, Australia presumably in hopes of making it off-planet in one of the earlier Ark Ship waves, and avoiding the commoner's lottery system of the Chinese metropolises. The keen-eyed observer might notice an ISEP pin among the clutter of pins and patches decorating the worn knapsack they retrieve from their Cryopod footlocker, which could imply something interesting, or mean absolutely nothing at all.

V

ibes.

♡coded by uxie♡

 

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  Angeline "Angie" Cook-Burra

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  #punch this sunshine character, zara D:<

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  # amaia aberasturi

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  Angeline Cook-Burra

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

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  Angie, Ange

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

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    kookaburra, laugh.

    
    
    
    

    kookaburra sits in the old gum tree, merry merry king of the bush is she;
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
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    lean, muscled

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    Straight dark brown hair falls past her shoulders. She rotates through three different hairstyles: loose, high ponytail, or braided. Her brown eyes are warm and inviting, usually twinkling with joy. Generally keeps herself well-presented and neat as best she can, as well as usually favoring more practical attire like pants over skirts or dresses. Her build is lean and well-muscled, muscle gained through years of practiced manual labor.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    She has various tattoos, mostly stick-and-poke, but a few detailed work pieces. Most of them are small floral designs like wattle, though she does also have a detailed horse and rider on her left bicep. Has her parents names tattooed on her left wrist, in their handwriting. Also has basic stud earrings.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
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    “𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙, 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑. 𝐼𝑡’𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡. 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡… 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑.”​

    
    Her parents say that Angeline Cook-Burra was born laughing. That when she came out of the womb, instead of wailing her first breath, she giggled it instead. What a curious thing, to be born an optimist as a world falls apart around you. And yet, Ange does not seem to struggle with it: she smiles brightly and laughs easy, breaks up the monotony of passing days by marveling in the small miracles.
    
    Her governing worldview is simple: it is better to light a single candle than to curse the darkness, no matter how dark and lonely it gets out there. That does not mean, necessarily, that she should be underestimated as the ditsy, clueless optimist who doesn’t understand how the world spins. Far from it, in fact. Such a philosophy speaks of awareness and creativity: Ange understands fundamentally that darkness does exist, and she understands also that it can be overcome by action, thought and moral discipline so long as one does not fall to prejudice, criticism and bitterness. It is easy to be afraid, but fear is no justification for not acting. Be steady, be brave, be kind.
    
    There is some fundamental, unshakable part of her that realizes the necessity of being a beacon (a fact that has become even more critical since waking from cryo-sleep), in being the strong moral voice that reminds everyone to stay compassionate. To do the right thing even when there are no consequences to doing the wrong one simply because it is the right thing to do. She is a steady head, solutions orientated, the kind of person who doesn't just speak, she acts. If someone's shirtfronting, she's intervening. When a situation demands it, she's absolutely not a pushover; she won't pull her punches when faced with a situation that she deems unethical. No feckless murder, not on her watch.
    
    Her empathy and desire to help others drives much of her decision making, but naturally, virtues pushed too far can become flaws. When turned on their head, these traits can lead her to become vulnerable. Second chances become third chances, and fourths, and fifths. She’s the kind of girl to give and give and give; the one who will always see the best in people and fail to realize how this naivety might cloud her judgement to danger-- potential, after all, is nothing but a what-if when nothing is done to reach for it, and sometimes wolves, even if they wear sheep’s clothing, must be seen for what they are: predators. If the road to hell truly is paved by good intentions, that'll be the only way she'll ever be damned.
    
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    "𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴.
    𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰.
    𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘮𝘦.
    𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥.
    𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭.
    𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦.”​

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    

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    Being full of whimsy and joy in the world around her, finds the silver lining in every situation

    
    

    
    
    
    
    
    
    

    Trained in various search and rescue techniques

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    Resilient leader with heightened empathetic awareness

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

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    She doesn’t know how to cut toxicity off; she’ll give too many chances for change under the assumption that there is always potential in everyone.

    
    

    
    
    
    
    
    
    

    Occasionally overbearing: she’s used to stepping up to be a leader, so she might clash heads with similarly dominating forces, especially if there are differing moral perspectives.

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

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    Cannot do maths. She's a lover, not a mathematician.

    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    

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    Inadequacy. Being unable to save someone, letting them down in the moments when they are relying on her. Or worse, doing her best, and it still not being enough. Everyone she has ever lost on rescue missions haunts her in this way.

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    Being a burden. She has spent so long building herself up as a persona who helps others. She doesn’t much like the idea of the situation being turned on its head: the idea of herself being the damsel who needs to be saved due to injury or otherwise.

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    Hallucinations/Delusions. The idea of being unable to trust her own instincts or her own mind in regards to what is real or not.

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    Eels. D:<

    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
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    THE VISION SPLENDID, OF SUNLIT PLAINS EXTENDED

    
    

    
    
    
    

    All of us stand upon the shoulders of giants. This is no less true of Angeline Cook-Burra: to learn of her history, the camera must first pan out to the people who came before her. Namely, her parents Jamie and Clancy.
    
    There is an age old precedent, spawning from years and years of human history: people who have lived off the land for years rarely leave it behind willingly. It is theirs—it is home—even as it crumbles and changes. There is also, naturally, the presiding fact that Australia has always been hostile land to survive in. The rurality of the isolated golden island girt by sea has long been its strength and shortcoming. Australia’s rugged, remote regions have always been a symbol of rugged independence and untapped potential.
    
    Jamie Cook never intended to stay as long as she did. She was many things: a rich city girl, a journalist with a minor in Cultural Anthropology, and possessing of a martyr complex— some instinct bigger than herself that demanded that she try to save people from themselves. How naive she was. How little she understood of the world before she actually ventured out into it. She had little experience with the truth of outback reality, and all the sensibilities of a city-bred insufferable.
    
    But nonetheless, she chased the stories in the turn of the world. Jamie ventured out of civilization to report as part of a government initiative to understand, educate and overcome the peoples of the land’s stubborn refusal to comply with literally anything. Good old Rural ‘Straya, and their natural inclination towards authority issues ‘cause fuck the government and fuck the white-collars.
    
    In the summer of 2169, while en-route to a remote cattle station in remote Queensland with her team, a sudden flash flood swept through after a particularly violent storm. Cracked riverbanks which had been dry for months quickly gave way beneath torrents of water —thanks consequences of Aussie drought—and in the ensuing chaos, she was swept up into rushing gray water and stranded far in a dangerous, unfamiliar land. Too stubborn to give in, Jamie fought her way on to solid ground,
    
    Help came in the form of Clancy Burra: a drover who had spent most of his life keeping cattle alive amongst the unforgivable landscape of Western Queensland. He had been stringing his herd of livestock past the flooded river when he came across the stranded journalist and without hesitation rode to her aid.
    
    Clancy was a man who had seen it all: floods, droughts, fires, all the wilderness that the rugged terrain had to offer, and he never lost his steady, unshakable humor in the face of it.
    He cut through the rain and mud on horseback to become her savior. Clancy was a rough-and-tumble figure with a wide-brimmed hat pulled low over his brow, his face weathered by years of high sun and wind. Years of experience had taught him how to read his beloved land’s wild moods— and that there is no point fearing nature. Nature does not fear you back. Nature has no emotions. It is merely a force that endures and erodes.
    
    Over the next week as the flood waters gradually receded, the two (and also the sheep, and his horse, and the three herding kelpies) survived with each other. Clancy cared for her in ways that she hadn’t expected. Demonstrating quiet resilience and bright new perspectives she’d never perceived, Jamie found herself wooed by the juxtaposing simplicity and depth of the man who had saved her life. He loved the outback. Loved the wilderness and the freedom of it, found beauty in the sun-scorched plains and the flowing rivers. She found herself embarrassed by her own ignorance.
    
    Clancy offered her no promises. They were from two different worlds after all, and it was an unspoken absolute that he would never leave his wilderness behind to join her in her civilization. He would also never ask her to stay. In fact, he let her leave. When the flood waters cleared and the path home became clear, the two rode into the closest town, and for a time the journalist left the Outback behind. Near death experiences tend to freak out city girls. But the city just didn’t feel the same. There was a restless ache in her bones, and an insatiable curiosity, a hovering what-if.
    
    The next plane took her back out — an impulse decision, but one that Jamie never once regretted. The two of them married in a small ceremony that may well be the only time Clancy Burra had ever worn a formal suit in his life.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    AND AT NIGHT, THE WONDEROUS GLORY OF EVERLASTING STARS

    
    

    
    
    
    

    Three years afterwards, Angeline Cook-Burra was born: a laughing child grown amongst the scraggly desert grasses, the tall-reaching gumtrees and the oppressive heat of Queensland’s highland brumby country. The blaring ear-splitting song of cicada, wind’s aeolian notes, and the lowing of cattle were the soundtrack of her free youth.
    
    Ange’s formative years were spent on horseback herding and droving cattle across the oppressive landscape of a bush country cracked and desertified by climate change – and like all the drovers who came before her, she’d have not had it any other way. She trailed after her father, mirrored his bright attitude and calm resilience, learned his philosophies and his knowledge of the land. His deep rooted love of the land and his kindness embodied itself firmly in his young daughter.
    
    But she was not born to be a farmer forever. It was, perhaps unsurprisingly, the story of Jamie and Clancy's first meeting that inspired her to go formally into search-and-rescue when she hit her late teens. There will always be people who disregard warnings, or who get caught out in catastrophes (which were, of course, becoming more and more commonplace. A dying world does not die easily. Does not die quietly.)
    
    It is a non-sequitur, then, that there must also be people that step up to save them, and Angie resiliently decided that she would be one of them. Clancy Cook-Burra told her once that the biggest threat to the world had not been climate change itself, or any of the various consequences of it. The biggest threat had been the assumption that someone else was going to step up to save it. That someone else would take on that sacred responsibility of caring for others and the world around them, and on a global scale, such complacency had lent itself to global disaster.
    
    For a time, she travelled around, working on various national parks and in disaster relief. She picked up the skills of the trade, learning survival skills, first aid, navigation, tracking, amongst all the other various search-and-rescue techniques. Difficult terrain stopped phasing her, became a challenge she embraced with boundless joy, but one that never let her forget: at the end of the route, there was always someone to be saved. There was a life held in her hands, a living beating heart that she could not let down. What a terrifying, weighted honor to bear.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    AND IN PLACE OF LOWING CATTLE, I CAN HEAR THE FIENDISH RATTLE

    
    

    
    
    
    

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    OF THE TRAM WAYS AND THE BUSES MAKING HURRY DOWN THE STREET

    
    

    
    
    
    

    Record scratch. Zara, you may be wondering how she got into this whole situation.
    I'll write you 500 words about it later.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
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    Light One Candle

    
    
    
    

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      About her name

      
      

      Yes, she gets the "kookaburra" observation a lot. It's delibrate. Her parents chose to hyphenate their surnames specifically for the pun.
      

      
      

      
      
      
      

      
      
      
      

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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[mythcals]

• ✶
• heretic

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  law mayhew.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  heretic.

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  nearly done!! gonna add some specific stuff to meet the app form and that should be it!!​
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  ACHILLES.
  
  

  
  
  
  

  artist

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  HERETIC.

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  I.

  
  

  it's not what you are,

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  name

  
  
  

  Lawrence Spencer Mayhew.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  nicknames

  
  
  

  Laurie was a nickname used by his older sister when they were younger and had a better relationship. But when they got older and their relationship got worse she stopped calling him by it, resigned to the simple coldness of his name. Law sometimes finds himself looking for her voice in quiet spaces, hopelessly wishing she's somewhere out there. That she would call him Laurie again and they could have a better relationship. Wishful thinking soured by reality. Law was first used by his grandmother but it tends to stick around since it was easy to just call him a shorter version of his name. Quick, easy, to the point. Save your breath. He usually introduces himself simply as Law, as Lawrence is a name that makes him feel his age.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  age

  
  
  

  ERMMM.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  date of birth

  
  
  

  October 24th.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  place of birth

  
  
  

  Newport, Wales.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  gender & pronouns

  
  
  

  Cisgender male. He/him.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  sexuality

  
  
  

  Bisexual.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  II.

  
  

  it's just what you did.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  physicality

  
  
  

  6'1". He has a complicated relationship to appearances, to looks. As a child, Lawrence's features were striking, but not in the way that other children were described as ‘cute’ or ‘adorable’. His sharp eyebrows gave him a perpetually intense expression, one that made him look more serious than his years, more aggressive. It was a look that adults found unsettling, and other children found intimidating. His piercing brown eyes, set beneath those dark brows, were often described as too knowing for someone so young, keeping others at a distance, leaving young Law as isolated as he could possibly be, until he was to eventually find his people. He never had the luxury of being seen as innocent or harmless. His looks were a disadvantage, a burden that made him seem unapproachable or untrustworthy to those who didn’t know him—teachers would often misinterpret his expressions as defiance or insolence, when in reality, he was just a kid trying to navigate a world that saw him as a threat. Eventually, maybe he accepted that if the world was going to see him that way, then he might as well use the intimidation to his advantage—he learned early on that his appearance could work against him, and so he leaned into it, adopting an aura of cool detachment and aggressive leadership that matched the intimidating look others expected. Rule by fear.
  
  But time has a way of changing things. As Law grew older, his features matured, and he managed to grow into his more intimidating qualities, to the point that they were almost… becoming. His features balanced out more, and all of a sudden, where once his appearance had been a barrier and a means of treating him like something evil, it was now something else entirely—something that others found compelling, even attractive. Despite this ‘glow up’, Law struggles to comprehend the idea that anyone might find him attractive. He’s spent so many years seeing himself as the outsider, the one who didn’t fit in partially because of the way he looked, that the sudden shift in perception is almost jarring. His traits are still there, striking as they are, but now they’re seen by many as almost desirable. But Law isn’t someone who placed much stock in superficial things, and the attention feels like an enigma to him—he has lived too long in the shadows of suspicion and judgement to suddenly embrace being someone that is at least ‘easier on the eyes’ than most.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  faceclaim

  
  
  

  Thomas LeMaigre.

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  III.

  
  

  don't hang up the phone.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  psyche

  
  
  

  Law is fragile. Not like a flower, but like a bomb. Others don’t know when he’s going to snap next, he’s unpredictable– anything can make him tick. It’s like you have to walk on eggshells when speaking to Law, he doesn’t take disrespect lightly and will not allow anyone to tarnish his reputation (don’t tell him it’s already tarnished, though), no matter how close you are to him. The man is like a winter’s night. His tone of voice never shy away from being cold and unnerving. Law's words are calculated and carry weight, he never says anything for a meaningless reason. Words hurt and last longer than any scar could, the lick of a hot sword. Law Mayhew is a fucking asshole if you asked anyone. It’s safe to say nobody likes him, and even his ‘friends’ would admit this. He’s an asshole, and he thrives in it. He likes seeing how much people hurt at his words, and likes to push people’s buttons as much as he can.
  
  With a gaze so sharp that it could make the most powerful people crumble, Law knows how to get what he wants. Calculative, like a serpent poised beneath the undergrowth. Law is precise, watching the world as though counting each grain of sand in an hourglass, ever aware of time's slow erosion. He treads carefully, captivating without ever descending into excess, for to do so would be to ruin. There’s always a barrier when talking to him, and an emotional barrier that he doesn’t let anybody cross. He has friends, or had, rather, but he would keep them at a distance.
  
  To Law, life is a show– he feels the constant need to perform. Despite not wanting to admit it, Law is a people pleaser, and often needs the reassurance, the warmth of the spotlight. There is an aching to be noticed, to be appreciated. Seen beyond the cold exterior, as thick as it may be. Law is haunted by the lingering questions: What will I do when faced with my inevitable fallibility? And what becomes of me when my role has been fulfilled? He wrestles silently with his own humanity, clenched teeth grinding against the iron weight of destiny, striving to transcend his mortal limits as if divinity coursed through his veins. Self-doubt is a cruel mistress. His aloof aura surrounding him allows Law to effortlessly pull people into his orbit, a cycle he cannot seem to stop– or beyond that, doesn’t want to stop. Deep down, Law is drowning in his own sorrow of the person he once was, and the person he is now. He’s in someone else’s skin, each day he wakes up to be someone else.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  traits

  
  
  

  — secretive, skeptical, loyal, observant, intelligent, competitive, judgmental, anxious, calculated, fact-oriented, cold, and introverted.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  IV.

  
  

  i love you to death.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  history.

  
  
  

  * TW: mentions of m*rder and s*icide
  From the moment he could walk, Lawrence Mayhew was taught that the world was a battlefield, and only the strong could survive. The first words whispered into his ear were not ones of comfort or love, but of strategy and conquest—“The world owes you nothing, Lawrence,” his father had murmured, voice cold and unyielding. “You take what you can, or it will be taken from you.” These words became a mantra, echoing through the halls of his dimly lit home, to shape the man that he would become. He was too young to understand the weight of those words back then, to even register them, but over time they were sowed into his subconscious, no room for softness in his world, no space for innocence.
  
  In Law's early years, his life was a crucible of harsh lessons and brutal discipline. Every action and decision was scrutinised through the lens of survival and dominance, and his father enforced a strict regimen of physical and mental training, pushing his son beyond his limits in the pursuit of strength and resilience. He was harder on Law than his mother because it was his legacy, an expectation to carry on the family name, and that carried great expectations, because it was his son who he now passed on to the job of being a leader of rebellion. MayCorp Industries is- or rather, was largely recognized in the final years before cryposleep as one of the few companies against ISEP. Even in his grown years, Law would never come to understand why his family did the things they did. His father had always been a difficult man, hardheaded, retribution the hand that guided the Mayhew family to Australia. The guise of escape, sweet relief, dangled in the face of Lawrence like a child. Death was never their final escape, cowardice on the hands of a man who found it smart to put a gun to his head than abandon the planet he call home.
  
  Law always wondered if this was some tongue in cheek way of getting back at him, all those years of raising him, every slap on the wrist, every snap of the ruler. Living with himself, and himself alone, should have been punishment enough.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  TLDR

  
  
  

  ■ Law is/was the son of Maverick Mayhew, a man who lead an anti-ISEP corporation (MayCorp) that pre-ISEP functioned as a company that assisted in protein research once animals such as cows began to dwindle. Later, MayCorp began fighting fruitlessly against ISEP, convinced that the it was corrupted beyond its surface, encouraging people to fight to remain in their homes regardless of an encouraged evacuation. Law spent much of his life apprenticing his father, and had a nameless position essentially functioning as his father's assistant.
  ■ The Mayhew family arrived in Australia after Maverick has seemingly turned a new leaf, wanting to avoid the overcrowding occurring in the United States (where they lived at the time). However, Maverick had other plans for the family, a murder-suicide plan he enacted in their hotel room without Law. (The possible reasons why will be explored in the story, but this is simply the groundwork. Law himself must grapple with the idea that he has been abandoned, not once, but now twice.)
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  V.

  
  

  eternal return, eternal return.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  ♡coded by uxie♡

 

[demonology]

• X
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  Now is the time.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  curse god and die.

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  ♡coded by uxie♡

  
  
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  THE ROAD
  
  

  
  
  
  

  artist

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  EMILIANO.

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  quote

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  name

  
  
  

  Emiliano Angel Rapido.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  nicknames

  
  
  

  Emil, Emi (by his wife, Pilar)

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  age

  
  
  

  Forty-one.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  date of birth

  
  
  

  birth date

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  place of birth

  
  
  

  place of birth

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  gender & pronouns

  
  
  

  cis man. he/him

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  sexuality

  
  
  

  sexuality.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  II.

  
  

  quote quote .

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  physicality

  
  
  

  phys description

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  played by

  
  
  

  Javier Bardem

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  aesthetics

  
  
  

  pinterest

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  habits

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  traits

  
  
  

  [ + ] positive
  
  [ - ] negative
  
  [ -/+ ] neutral

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  likes + dislikes

  
  
  

  [ LIKES ] likes.
  
  [ DISLIKES ] dislikes.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  fears + ailments

  
  
  

  [ FEARS ] fears.
  
  [ AILMENTS ] ailments.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  wordbank

  
  
  

  wordbank
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  III.

  
  

  quote quote quote.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  summary

  
  
  

  summary.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  history

  
  
  

  history
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  relationships.

  
  
  

  relationships
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  themes + explorations.

  
  
  

  themes.
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  IV.

  
  

  quote quote quote quote
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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[Viper Actual]

BULWARK SECURITY INT. // EMPLOYEE DOSSIER // FOB OTWAY //LOADING REGISTRY...

DOSSIER BSI-INT-SP-K-443-91
TEMPLAR, FLYNN H.
​

//NAME: FLYNN HARRY TEMPLAR
//KNOWN ALIASES: NONE
//AGE: 41
//SEX: MALE [HE/HIM]
//ORIENTATION: HETERO

//PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Facial features: Dark/grey hair, average length. Brown eyes.
Weight; 86kg, 189cm, muscular/fit build.
Identifying marks; Scars, shrapnel, left shoulder, bicep and upper back. Military ID-tattoo right wrist, unit marking right bicep.

//PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION:
"Prior to his full-time contract as a military contractor at Bulwark Security International- in accordance to ISEP's External Security Act, paragraph 15- Flynn served both full-time and part-time with a number of private security, military and police entities across Europe, Africa and Southeast Asia. A number of these assignments (if not all) included suppressive action against local civilian populace in war-torn or otherwise impoverished/defunct regions to protect or to enforce the control of several private companies and/or governments.

Records from this service alongside eye-witness accounts, media reports and UN investigations show that a staggering amount of lethal force was employed with little to no remorse from Flynn or his associates. Furthermore, Bulwark's own evaluation has deemed Flynn's empathy to be at an alarming low score in tests while tactical reviews show a near-total blind obedience for superiors and their orders.

Flynn has mentioned a troubled childhood, often left feeling isolated when growing up in rural England as an only child to a senior-level officer of the British Royal Air Force. Left to his own devices, Flynn has developed a natural resilience and stubborness that has served him well- alongside a strong lone-wolf mentality because of limited trust in others but himself.

Advanced testing show some anti-social tendencies, in part because of an as of yet unnamed trauma (Flynn refuses to speak about it), and I fear that without a strong guiding hand and rigorous routines he may snap, break or isolate himself altogether." - Dr. Jansen

//SERVICE RECORD AND BACKGROUND:
- Royal Marines, assaulter/breacher, honorably discharged following a investigation into his unit.
- Trident Solutions, private military contractor, resigned. VIP-protection.
- Dynamic Security Inc., private military contractor, resigned. Asset defense.
- S&S Solutions EU, private military contractor, resigned. Riot- and crowd-control.
- Claymore PMC, private military contractor, resigned. Asset seizure.
- Bulwark Security International, private military contractor, CURRENT. Cryoshed protection, ISEP jurisdiction.

Faceclaim: Julian Stone​

 

[heartstringss]

• 1 (x)
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• kyrie johnson,

  words words words

  wow more words
• uxie ®
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  KYRIE JOHNSON,
  a/k/a "KJ"

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  one winged airplane, ryan caraveo

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  face claim

  
  
  

  reece king

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  pinterest

  
  
  

  click here

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  BASIC INFO​

  — name,
  Kyrie Dane Johnson, goes by KJ or Ky
  — age,
  17 years old (born November 5th and a Scorpio to those it matters)
  — gender (& pronouns),
  Cis-male, he/him
  — sexuality
  Bisexual but more in the sense that it's something he'll "grow into," not exactly where he's at right now.
  
  
  

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  DESCRIPTION:​

  — KJ has black hair with a natural loose/springy curl pattern, which he usually keeps long on the top and shorter around the back and sides. His eyes are brown and have a distinct hooded lid shape with thick but neat-trimmed eyebrows. He stands about 5’11” with a slim/fit build–he’s strong and sturdy from years of playing sports but still slightly awkward and gangly as well from the fact his body hasn't finished growing. He has a number of scars, most of which have been acquired from the usual teenage boy clumsiness/ foolishness, the most notable from a broken arm he had when he was ~14. He has his septum and both earlobes pierced, but no tattoos or other body mods.
  
  — What's important enough to be in his footlocker? Inside his footlocker is a backpack haphazardly stuffed with these items: his phone and wallet; a few creased photos of loved ones; a change of clothes, including jacket and shoes; an air filtration mask (his mom's a doctor and doesn’t let him leave the house without one, ever). And most importantly (to him): a skateboard*.
  
  

  * a/n: probably not a traditional skateboard, especially with this being a futuristic plot, but i'll narrow the specifics of the board down a bit more later.
  
  * * a/n 2: the face-claim is Reece King who is actually a bit older and has tattoos, but i'm de-aging him and not giving KJ any tattoos! i'm not quite comfortable picking an actual teenager or anyone knowingly under 21 for my fc so just use your ~*~imagination~*~ if you don't mind! thanks! :')

  
  
  

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  PSYCHE:​

  — KJ is strong, determined and eager to prove himself. He can be a bit hot-tempered and reactive at times (typical moody-broody teenager) and is known to ‘fly by the seat of his pants,’ but nonetheless has a pretty good head on his shoulders. He gets good grades and rarely ditches school, always does what he’s told (usually without having to be told twice) and doesn’t like to pick fights. He spends a lot of time out on the streets messing around, as kids often do, and likes to play sports but not fanatically–he more wholeheartedly enjoys skateboarding. His teachers regard him as a “promising student” if not “altogether quiet.”
  
  That’s the official version. Beyond the lens, it’s easiest to just say he’s still growing. In fact, KJ had just finished high school when his assigned date for entering Cryo arrived. Jittery and beyond eager to get out in the “real world” and begin forging his own path, he was excited for the future but not altogether certain what he wanted to do with the rest of his life–however much time was granted–or where exactly he’d end up. It seemed pointless to prepare for college when there was all this uncertainty and stagnancy looming in the future, so once he was done with high school he simply bided his time working with his mom instead. Needless to say, he won’t have expected anything of what the future truly has in store for him. Things were supposed to get better, not somehow constantly just worse and worse… and waking up from cryosleep to find you’d never actually wound up on the Ark or even left the planet? That seems, well, about as bad as it can get.
  
  But KJ is nothing if not hardy and resilient; he can roll with the punches and is known for being “stable,” a good kid who hasn't ever caused much trouble–a great equalizer, strong-willed and protective of the ones he loves. He’s sensitive but not fragile, hard as a diamond even under tremendous amounts of pressure. It takes a lot to truly break him, especially being that for starters you have to find some way to get past that hard defensive outer shell... Once you manage to slide past his defenses, you'll find that KJ is actually extremely loyal and warmhearted. He can tolerate a lot of bullshit and gives everyone at least one second chance, but once he says you’re done, that’s it–game over.
  
  

  ​

  
  — Strengths
  

  • hardy/resilient
  • fiercely loyal
  • fine-tuned to his emotions and the world around him (sensitive, perceptive)
  • curious, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed
  • strong moral compass
  • agile and fit

  
  — Weaknesses
  

  • hesitant, reserved, judgmental
  • control freak (mostly self-inflicted)
  • limited worldview/narrow focus due to age
  • can be reactive and hot-headed, prone to strong emotions

  
  — Fears
  

  • loss, rejection, failure, shame
  • giant fucking bugs and crustaceans which, as we know, are basically just big water bugs (whoops, too bad, we're in Australia)
  • choking, asphyxiation, suffocation
  • lack of control

  
  
  

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  HISTORY:​

  — KJ’s father's family hails from the Caribbean Islands and his mother's family hails from Britain and Ireland. His dad has been removed from the picture for several years, and though the two still called from time to time before KJ went into Cryo, they rarely saw each other anymore in person. His mom went to med school in the UK and later emigrated to Australia seeking a better life for herself and her child (a young KJ, then only 5 years old), once there she sought to open her own clinic for other refugees and asylum seekers like herself. Once ISEP was formed, Mom secured a pod for KJ fairly early on and was supposed to get one for herself at a slightly later date, but in the end she put it off and couldn't bring herself to leave behind her patients. KJ knows the specific pod number that his mother was approved for and supposed to be in and likely has it written down somewhere in his belongings in his footlocker, but he has no idea until he wakes up whether she actually got into the pod like she was supposed to or not.
  
  

  Spoiler: mom?

  Potentially the pod got reassigned after she missed her appointment? Could be empty when he finds it, or maybe there’s another person in the cast of those who’ve woken up that wound up there instead? Or something went wrong over the years of Cryoshed abandonment and the machine malfunctioned and the person inside might've liquefied (perished), so whoever is in there now is just completely unrecognizable? Or it's another person altogether and they're still alive but also still in cryostasis. Either way there are no good answers and KJ is bound to freak out!

  
  Dad's fate, comparably, is uncertain. For all KJ knows his father could be dead, and how that affects him is... well, equally uncertain. KJ has no other siblings in Australia though he assumes his father did likely have other children. His feelings for his father are pretty complicated, more likely he'd prefer to just not think of him at all. He has grandparents still in the UK, one of which, like his mother, also fled to Australia but didn't survive to see the launch of ISEP.
  
  Before Cryo, KJ was like any regular kid surviving at the end of the world the best only way that he knew how. He's a pretty opinionated kid but keeps most of his thoughts to himself and doesn't like to see suffering, but at the same time unfortunately he's grown accustomed to it as this world is all he's ever known and has never been soft or gentle, not even to a kid.
  
  While some kids grew up having to work multiple jobs just to help their family float along/survive, KJ had it pretty lucky in the fact that his mother worked in the medical field. In an actively dying world there's certainly never any shortage of work for those in medical careers, so as long as you could stand to do your job even with it getting crueler and more gruesome, you're liable to be wanted and have plenty of options for work no matter where you go. Needless to say, KJ's mom worked incredibly long days and even longer weekends, rarely having time for anything else. They weren't well off in the slightest but somehow always managed to stay afloat, and if they were ever close to homelessness or financial ruin, well, his mother hid it from him very well. If KJ had to work to help keep the lights on or the water running, he would do it in a heartbeat. Anything his mother asked (even if she didn't ask), he'd do it. That's the kind of love they had for each other.
  
  
  

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  Misc:​

  — He has naturally quick reflexes, is light on his feet, and has an overall good sense of timing and direction.
  
  — If he'd made it to the Ark and had the chance to start over on another planet, he likely would have pursued a profession in trade-work or gone on to become an engineer. He likes to work with his hands and be of use to other people, likes to take things apart and put them back together, likes to work with electronics/machinery and in general loves all forms of building and creating.
  
  — His mother raised him to be compassionate and made sure he knew the importance of caring for other people, but for whatever reason he's just never had an easy time opening up when he himself is struggling. He'd rather feel his pain and be left to his own devices than rely on someone else to help him pick the pieces up and put them back together. The biggest exception to this would have been his mom–for however tough he seems or tries to be, KJ has always been a momma's boy. Comparatively, he distrusts older men who might remind him of his father.
  
  — Before Cryo, he helped out at his mom's clinic when needed and was also involved in various community/relief projects. He's not afraid of hard or dirty work and would rather be useful than useless. Plus this would have helped their little two-person family bring in more income, though it's likely they lived in one of those monstrously large (and slightly run-down) apartment complexes or had their housing somehow built into the clinic rather than any kind of housing situation that would have probably cost them more.
  
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[Grimm]

Halcyon

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  Eden Xinyi Liang--Mäkinen

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  twenty-six

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  female/homosexual; demiromantic

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  finnish, chinese; new zealander

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  With a ballerina's figure and muscle mass coupled with a mixture of soft and sharp features, Eden is a rather quiet beauty in her own right. The freckles sprinkled across her cheeks and nose are one of her more unique markers, growing increasingly noticeable the closer you get into her personal space. Almond eyes are a woodsy hazel displaying both a warm and piercing gaze with the thick brows above them kept as neat as she can manage. The high cheekbones elegantly accent the soft curvatures of her nose and permanently nude blushed kissed lips. Though slender fingers hold a certain grace with their movements, they are strong and resilient with the callouses upon her palms telling stories of hard work, determination, and hope. The hair that sits upon her hair is silky and light, but she carries an abundance of it, making it somewhat manageable. They fall in soft brown waves that are more prominent towards her sun-bleached tips. When Eden ties it up, there are always some wisps that can't be contained so they freely fall at the sides, creating a desirably messy look with no effort.
  
  scars - a ragged thin line up her left calf from slicing it on a rock in Japan while she cleaned up after an earthquake. Multiple faded ones on her hands and arms from different missions and minor accidents growing up. On her lower back is a round scar from a rather pointy rock she fell on when she went hunting for the first time. Her mom's hunting rifle's recoil knocked her off balance.
  
  wardrobe - Eden has always preferred casual, comfortable clothing such as t-shirts, simple long sleeves, baggy sweaters, and sweat pants with sneakers over fashion. With her work, there was no point in ruining good clothes either. If it fits, even if it's a little too big she'll make do with them. She may not look it, but Eden's skincare routine and bathing were her two favorite parts of hygiene. She'll most definitely go mad if she can't clean herself up at least as much as she can before bed but loves to go camping??
  
  cubby - In her belongings, there was the ring her mother gave her made of many small, different-colored tourmaline stones that created a band; an extra pair of clothes that still smelled like home; her beat-up hiking shoes she wore on a daily; and a picture of her family that her father tucked in there. Along with that, her cell phone, wallet, and pocket journal were among the other things.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Kristina Tonteri-Young

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  Eden is a woman of strength and resilience, always carrying herself with stoicism and observation. She has learned to suffer in silence and endure on her own, not because she sees emotions as weakness, but because she believes in shouldering her own burdens. Underneath her calm exterior lies a sea of emotions, carefully hidden to keep her head straight in the face of stress and difficulty. Her ability to read a room and understand body language comes from years of practice. She grew up in a home where she had to deal with the moods and needs of people around her. This keen eye for detail also stems from her insatiable curiosity and desire to see things from all perspectives. Her career path has only honed this skill, keeping her constantly on her toes.
  
  But despite her guarded nature, Eden is a lover at heart. She holds a deep love for people, nature, hard work, and watching things grow and thrive. Wherever help is needed, she will extend her hand without hesitation, even if her trust may not be fully given yet. She possesses endless patience and a wealth of knowledge that she gladly shares with others. Though reserved in most situations, Eden will speak her mind when asked for her opinion. She is not one to sugarcoat or beat around the bush – what you see is what you get with her. And while she may unintentionally upset others with her blunt honesty, she will always make amends if given the chance. For above all else, Eden strives to do what is right with integrity and compassion for those around her.
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  philanthropist. heart of gold, stoic, observant, conscientious.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  vice. vice. vice.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  heights. letting someone down. fear.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  Before this, Eden was the heir to a genetics company her father started. Her parents were always busy with their jobs, and she spent most of her days with nannies. Her mother worked as a humanitarian operations specialist, which made Eden curious from a young age. Once she got older, she decided to follow that field, but in a more hands-on way. Though a quiet kid growing up with many passions, Eden's heart held nothing but kindness and a fierce will to help those less fortunate than herself. When the world began to crumble, her father was one of the investors in the project, along with a small group of scientists under the lead who helped work on the project. The woman spent most of her days before the incident in between helping with disaster relief and by her father's side in the lab, helping wherever she could.
  
  On multiple occasions, Eden denied being a part of the great slumber, as she called it because she thought her spot could be used for someone less fortunate, but her father had other plans. A couple of days after a ceasefire was declared between the nations, her father invited her over for dinner, but his motives were too hidden, masked in the guise of work talk. Within that dinner, he had slipped Eden along with his wife, a sedative that knocked them out cold. Eden realized this too late the medication already taking hold of her body. In her final moments before slipping off into a very long sleep, Eden witnessed her father cry for the first time since he was such a stoic man. The next thing she knew, the woman was awake from her frozen sleep in a world that was now so new to her, with a bitter taste of betrayal on her tongue.
  

  
  
  
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  ✧ outdoor activities; camping, fishing, hiking, and gardening.
  ✧ food; cinnamon, fruits, soups, tea, mushrooms.
  ✧ helping others; volunteering, teaching, humanitarian work.
  ✧ the arts; reading, journaling, sketching, painting, music.
  ✧weather; stormy, starry nights, clear blue, misty days.
  ✧traveling; beautiful scenery, food, culture, exploration, languages.
  ✧hands on work; hard labor, origami, martial arts, woodworking, cooking.
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  ✧hunting; unless she has to and she uses everything.
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* adelaide clark

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  name:

  adelaide marie clark
  

  nickname(s):

  typically people shorten her name to addie. she doesn’t really have a preference, but will tell you if she doesn't like one.
  

  age:

  thirty-one
  

  birthdate:

  september 23
  

  face claim:

  mary elizabeth winstead
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  * eye details

  adelaide has brown hazel eyes with specks of gold in them if you look closely. typically she does have glasses for anything super close, but can function without them. she just may get a headache if she's reading without them for too long.
  

  * hair details

  adelaide has brown hair that stays around shoulder length. It’s straight, but from time to time has natural waves throughout it. her bangs are styled to the side, but every now and then mixes it up and gets full bangs.
  

  * skin details

  she has fair skin, but will have a light dusting of freckles on it when she’s in the sun consistently. adelaide also has various scars littering over her body from childhood shenanigans and one on her hip from getting her appendix removed.
  

  * body details

  adelaide stands at five foot and eight inches tall. she has a fairly athletic build. due to her career she has built up muscle, yet remains lean. she also has her first and second holes pierced in her ears.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  extreme cold weather

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  hurting people she cares for

  
  
  
  

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  when you first meet adelaide, right away you’ll notice she is very engaged in conversation. though more on the introverted side, she is optimistic, kind-hearted, open-minded, and and happy to chat and get to know just about anyone. she holds honesty above everything and is ready to defend anyone in need, but sometimes to a fault with how direct she can be
  
  although she can be a tad prickly and struggle to let you in, she will if you give her the time. due to some past relationships, letting people in isn't always the easiest. once you get to know her adelaide is fiercely loyal and ready to be with you every step of the way to succeed, but will also tell you when you're out of line. adelaide is stubborn and can get in her way at times from that. if she likes you, she loves to tease, throw some witty remarks at you, and just spend time with you wherever possible.
  

  
  
  
  
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  adelaide was born into a family with two loving parents, steve and ashley st. clair, in toronto, ontario, canada. steve worked as a doctor in the psychiatry ward while ashley worked as a nurse in the emergency room at the local hospital. their family was not overly wealthy, however, they were fairly comfortable in terms of money and resources available to them. adelaide has a lot of good memories of walking around the city with her parents, diving into a pool in hot summers, and having a close-knit neighbourhood.
  
  after high school, adelaide felt the pressure due to the state of the world. what did she want to do? as her family relocated to australia during her early adulthood to crytech research being done, this question truly was on her mind. there was also a lot of pressure for her to do something within the medical field. her parents just assumed and even went as far as telling their friends she would be a doctor. it was a job she was guaranteed to be secured, but that just wasn’t her calling. her parents weren’t exactly happy or sad after finding out she wanted to become a private investigator. as she worked towards this, adelaide met her husband, louis clark. their romance was fast and the heat of the moment, which caused things to progress rather quickly. before you know it they were getting married and buying a house together. their marriage was fairly fine and average, but things tended to get tense when the topic of children came up. it wasn’t that adelaide didn’t want children. she would love to have become a mother, but didn’t think it was fair with the state of the world. she didn’t want her child to be born into international tensions and tides rising.
  
  as adelaide started her career as a private investigator, she quickly found herself loving the rush of the job. she took on several jobs looking into many things for people such as background verification, searching records, surveillance, the odd spouse looking to see if their partner was cheating, and more. every case was some sort of new adventure. this caused her to gather a lot of skills such as photography, good communication, self-defence, stealth, and attention to detail. some were stronger than others, but still, nevertheless, she gathered them.
  
  unfortunately, her attention to detail bit back at her one day. typically this is a more positive trait, but doesn’t become that when you see red lipstick on your husbands neck as he comes home from work. in some ways, adelaide was more upset that it was so obvious. you’re married to a private investigator, and you couldn’t at least check to make sure your other woman’s lipstick wasn’t on you? especially with such a bright colour! it caused a rather large fight between them. some unkind things were said or done on both sides.
  
  due to her family’s resources, adelaide was able to secure a crypod. this also meant she decided to go into cryostasis without the knowledge of whether her husband would make it or not. for all she knows, he was in one with his secretary, but they would remain technically married out of spite. she felt it was the biggest fuck you that she could have given him. it was a moment of anger where she didn’t exactly think through what she might feel when she woke up.
  

  
  
  
  
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[LowkeyLovingLoki]

if i get high

nothing but thieves

the doctor

R

equisite.

name

Isaac Ayers

age

twenty-six

gender/pronouns

cisgender male; he/him

sexuality

homosexual

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isage.

hair

light brown

eyes

a brown slightly darker than his hair

build

Standing at 6'1 and being quite lean, Isaac is a tall but not very intimidating presence. There is little muscle mass to him, as well as not much fat content.

scars/mods

Isaac has a very, very small rose tattoo on his wrist, in memory of his mother./border]

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syche.

Isaac is, in general, a very

pragmatic

person, preferring to think with his head over his heart. He is known to be

ambitious

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self-confident

when it counts, making him a valuable member of any team, particularly within his line of work.

On the flip side, Isaac has an

addictive

personality, resulting in some very unhealthy habits. Isaac is bad at taking care of himself, both due to ambition and a lack of concern for his own wellbeing. Isaac deliberately shows himself to be

hard-working

and

intelligent

in order to slip under the radar a little bit; no one worries about him if they think he has everything under control. Isaac struggles to accept help, partly due to a misguided sense of

pride

- Isaac does not think he's better than anyone else, but he knows how smart he is, and can sometimes come across as a little

egotistical

.

When it comes to fears, Isaac actually has quite a few. Spiders, for one - he never did like them, particularly when he was a child. Like most people, he has a fear of dying. He thought being a doctor might desensitise him, but if anything, it has shown him how close one can come to death, and especially how quickly. He fears not achieving everything he wants to before he dies, resulting in Isaac putting an immense amount of pressure on himself.

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istory

TW - Mentions of Cancer and Drug Use

Isaac was born to a young, single mother, who worked her way from the ground up to give Isaac the life she should have had. They were far from wealthy, but Isaac didn't want for anything, and until he was in his pre-teens, was unaware of the struggle his mother endured to give him what she felt he deserved. Still, Isaac was a grateful child, and he and his mother were the best of friends. Isaac showed, from a young age, that he had a mathematical and scientific brain; he excelled in his classes and showed a particular interest in biology and medicine. His mother, seeing the potential in Isaac, worked even harder to ensure that he could become everything he was capable of.

While everything in the world went to, well, shit, Isaac found peace in working as a doctor - particularly a surgeon - to help those in need. He was aware that no surgery was going to stop the end of the world, but at least this way, he felt like he was doing something. And while he was, of course, distressed to learn that his own mother was dying of an incurable cancer, Isaac was confident that he could fix it. He fixed everything and everyone. Of course, this simply was not the case. Isaac operated on his own mother and was unable to save her. This was something of a breaking point for Isaac; while he continued to work, he also became engrossed in drugs - anything he could really get his hands on, but particularly cocaine.

Isaac was not necessarily self-destructive at this point, but he was becoming addicted. Still, he wanted to live, and figured whatever new world was going to be made would need doctors, so he was sure to secure himself a pod. He only wished his mother would be leaving the planet with him.

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allery.

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* Cherish

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  Cherish William
  

  * d.o.b.

  june twenty-third
  

  * p.o.b.

  Mississippi, USA
  

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  cherry
  

  * a.age

  twenty-four
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  five' six
  

  * weight

  one thirty-five
  

  * build

  Cherry has a well-toned, slender build. Her muscles are lean due to many years of hunting, fishing, and gathering, but she is malnourished.
  

  * hair colour

  long brown locs that reach the back of her shoulders
  

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  Born in the South, Cherry has been instilled with Southern hospitality. It is a requirement to be polite to strangers, respect elders, and offer a helping hand to those who ask. Cherry upholds these traditions as a sense of pride, a way to show that Southerners aren't outlandish or uncouth. Yet that doesn't equate to her being a friendly person willing to say yes to everyone. There's a stark difference in how Cherry expresses herself depending on who she's in the company of- for most, Cherry is quite stoic and blunt, only responding to those who ask. On the other hand, to the people she can be comfortable with, she has a chatterbox, being able to reminisce about her home swamp endlessly. She shows compassion and understanding, taking the time to go the extra mile to ensure her friends are okay.
  
  Cherry grew up as the sole provider for a large family. She took up three jobs: a fisherman, a trader, and even a hunter. Nearing the end, she still could not earn enough money to live comfortably. Her diligence in routine is second to none, and she flourishes in environments where she is needed. Cherry resents the capitalistic hellscape that was forced upon her and her community. Consequently, She despises the upper class, labeling them as pigs. She stereotypes those with privilege as greedy pigs who consume everything even when they're full. She's envious of the limitless opportunities that are offered to them because the system favors them.
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  There are sometimes individuals who were given a shitty hand at life, who had the aspirations, the drive, and even the talent for something greater, yet were just out of luck due to being born at the wrong place at the wrong time. This statement was often used to brand Cherish as a poor southern black girl, useless and unfortunate. It was common knowledge in the community that the gal aspired to work in law. In the quiet moments between the water rising and the bombs dropping, you would sometimes find Cherry reading a book about the history of such a subject in her boathouse. She didn't have much, but the few items taught her the history of morality and legality. She grew up in the country, running through the woods barefoot, fishing for crawdads, and snatching little treats from the local fishermen. A wild child at heart, she would dodge responsibility until the world's end was 'here.' Initially, the community brushed off it as a hoax; most had put their faith in the government, believing that the politicians would rescue them before bad would go to worse. However, the rivers and swamps kept rising, and those who had the money to leave- left without a second notice. It wasn't until all of Mississippi was sunken underwater that those left were forced to adapt.
  
  The territory became a bayou. Homes were built on boats, and neighbors became family. Everyone had to lend a hand for the community as a whole to survive—from the elders to the toddlers who had just begun to walk. This included Cherry's maternal grandmother, who took her and her siblings in when her father passed, and her mother abandoned them for some rich bloke. Her grandmother couldn't move around as well as most, but she was good with her hands. Most of the town went for her for blankets, sweaters, socks, or other clothes. A craftwomen with the wisdom of a philosopher. She was actually the one to encourage Cherry to delve into the idea of becoming a lawyer-- pushing her to seek out opportunities and move out of the swamp.
  
  However, Cherish understood how significant her presence was to her family and the community. She was the eldest sibling, the leading provider, and one of the few remaining young adults. Their system in Bayou, despite being strong, was entirely co-dependent—everyone needed to play their part. It was growing to be a crushing reality for Cherish, that is, until the news of the ISEP's cryogenic project. By this point, the remaining of Mississippi had lost faith in the American System-"I mean, a fair lottery? Ha!" Rather than sending their applications to get ignored or immediately thrown away, the townspeople thought trying their luck in a foreign country would be safer. Australia, to be more precise.
  
  Australia was a more viable option as it wasn't at the top of everyone's list. It was a big gamble, but it was no longer a fact anyone could blindly ignore. No matter how much they worked together or adapted, the world was ending, and the town needed a way to secure its future. So, out of desperation, everyone filled out an application, hoping to win the lottery.
  
  To say that all her luck had amounted to this moment was an understatement; having to receive news that her future was guaranteed was a ray of hope she had been praying for for a long time. Cherish had assumed she was only the first of her family to receive such news, that it was only an amount of time before her siblings, grandmother, aunts, and uncles were to follow her to Australia. She had promised the rest that they were be reunited soon, that once together, they would be able to a brand new start, not as Cajun hillbillies but as something better.
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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Runaway.

full name

Ishan Emani

alias

Ish

Gender & Pronouns

Cisgender female. she/her

Sexuality

Pansexual

ethnicity

Persian

Age

mid-twenties

style

height

6'0

hair

Dark, packed curls

eyes

Tawny

Build

Ishan walks through life like she never quite learned how to puppet her body. Inheriting long limbs stapled to an angular frame, her silhouette should easily be making demands of the space around her. But buried somewhere beneath that marble veneer is erosion. A lesion of self-doubt that's enough of a counterweight to keep her conscious guilty and her posture deer-like and skittish. It's a carefully balanced anxiety however, often paired with a hopeful, admittedly dorky smile that puts her softer features to use.

Inshan's face is bronze plated; highly reactive at times but overcast by the same nervous muteness as the rest of her. Dense muscle snakes its way around her stilted, wiry limbs-- a sunken collarbone, and thinly rounded edges characteristic of someone who seems to spend their free time pacing in circles.

dist. features

wip

body modifications

Her body is an anomaly, clear of any markings of hardship and wear indicative of the times they're in. No tattoos, no scars, not even so much as a blemish.

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Ishan, in one word, is careful. She's made every effort to distinguish herself from the ilk of person her parents were born of--but that occasional anger hardening in her chest undoubtedly belongs to her father. There's a certain fragility that resides in her, shelled by iron but still communicated in the way her gaze lingers at every restless soul she comes across with a want to halve their burden.

She always felt too deeply and violently to keep a faithful adherence to the stoic, unmoved image of her family’s crest; one sewn into every private school uniform and shower robe under the Emani name. While her upbringing barely made room to satisfy her innate desire for connection, it did come with the added benefit of being able to strip people for parts with just a shallow once-over. Ishan is perceptive almost to a fault as if trying to make up for years of loneliness through careful examination.

She's a deceptively pragmatic mind with a quiet strength, even if she carries it awkwardly.

likes

- Oil Painting
- Piano
- Classical music & Heavy Metal
- Sudoku

Fears

- Isolation (being left alone, exclusion, ect, etc)
- Being inadequate/ a burden
- Bodies of water (can't swim)
- Dogs
- Dying alone

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Her parents likely wish she came out smaller. More pliant. Easier to chain to their aspirations with the compliance of any soft-bellied child with a trust fund dangled over them. And while Ishan is by no means a stubborn contrarian, she managed to luck into something her parents couldn't afford her; a conscience.

Born to Iranian parents residing in America, the inexhaustible outpour of war and tribalism marring the world's sundown years were some of her family's most profitable. Her father, a military contractor, had no gripes at securing his family's seat at the table even if it meant wielding the hatchet himself. Arms deals kept a hideous amount of wealth circulating in their estate all while government coffers dried up and the global economy rusted. From this, Ishan knew only of gilded cages and the machinations, deceit, and lust it took to secure such a life in the face of an apocalypse.

She was a lonely, sheltered child who grew into a lonely, sheltered adult- an awkward sensitivity cross-stitched to her skin like a shadow. Her parents, stiff, unfeeling beings on the outskirts of her life brought her up like she was a contingency plan, not a daughter.

Despite it all, Ishan loved them with the fierce devotion of any child starved of affection, an inane loyalty acting like shackles bound keenly to her wrists, keeping them low and docile. But there came a point where the flex and bend of familial sins finally gave, only to reveal the beginnings of a calcified heart and surprising new want for self-efficacy.

And so she left at the age of 18. Quietly, without fanfare. Abandoning her guarantee of survival as the world kept on its trajectory towards hell. Australia was an odd choice of refuge and undoubtedly not her first, but it placed enough distance between her and her family to make any attempt to fish her out difficult.

Ishan thought she had the courage to die. To atone in some small way. But she hadn't quite lost an attachment to life just yet...

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  i survived because the fire inside of me

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Face \\ Ted Cohrt

Name \\ Konrad Dippel
Age \\ 44
Gender \\ Male [ He/Him ]
Sexuality \\ Hetero

Employer \\ Risus Corp.
Profession \\ Proteomics

Physical \\
- Height : 5'8''
- Weight : 160 lbs [ Below BMI ]
- Conditions : Male-Pattern Baldness - Sleep Apnea - IBS - Gastric Ulcers - Hypertension
- At Risk : Diabetes

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Phyche \\
By many of his colleagues he was described as hardworking and dedicated. Proselytized to the work culture at the time for those with specialized disciplines. Laziness and disorder were paramount sins to the epoch of humanity's rise away from its crumbling foundations. To these ends he was also described as brusque, even cruel, to his peers that had these sins. In fact, he would expect no difference for himself. A firm utilitarian. A humble gear of a bespoke machine. His actions born of an inherent rightness to stay the course.

It would be easy to confuse his obtuse manner as something born of ego but rather it was forged in pride towards humanity. An idealized picture of humanity that had been drip fed to him since youth. One that proudly showed humanity striving towards its throne in the stars - to the point where Konrad failed to consider the earth at his feet.

Biography \\
Growing up Konrad had come to know better the feel of a pen and a book than that of a human hand. So easily desperate as any kid for their parents he began to mistake his compliance as the gateway to love. Every good grade a token currency for a parent's smile and pat on the shoulder. Steadily, slowly, his own worth was amounted to numbers on a paper. Naturally, his own self-worth grew to be as fragile as the paper that dictated it. Easily crumbling at bad grades that marched him into panics. Indulgent peers met with indifference, or even anger, by a young Konrad who could not understand their carefree manner. Affirmation existed everywhere in a time when a good education was thought to hold the promise of a future in the stars. His parents, his parents, and his councilors all enablers that he was a token child on the right path. A lead ball of confidence that slowly came to poison the whole of his social fibers.

One might imagine the pressure to eventually buckle him but rather the erosion of his youth had slowly washed away his softer elements to leave a harder core. An irritable yet indifferent man that never understood what was wrong. And now was his own enabler. His college years marked as a point of radicalization towards utilitarian ideals. Towards this idea of being a token worker. An element to a greater purpose. No longer sated by the turgid affirmations of his parents had begun to seek it instead through compliance towards a higher order. Academia. The government.

Much like before, he would not find himself through this process but instead found himself worn down into what was called for. A polished gear.

Still, much like any gear they come to be worn down. His own health through years of steady dedication had begun to decay. Much of it self-imposed. Heart problems. There was technology at the time to remedy it, but eventually the decision was reached that it was better, cheaper, to simply put him on ice. It was never his choice. He was considered at risk. Thus, he was put into cryo-storage on a low priority bracket and replaced with three workers who easily picked up where his research left off.


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[Pine]

Spoiler: i'm working on this character sheet! i have proof!

 

[brutus]

[placeholder/WIP, mostly done, just need to finish up some tidbits and background


ZION BROOKS
"Can you feel that light inside? Can you feel that fire?"


BIOGRAPHY

BASICS AND APPEARANCE

Name: Zion Atlas Brooks

Age: 25.

Gender: Cis Male. He/him.

D.O.B: December 2nd.

P.O.B: New York City, NY.

Height: 6'1.

Build & Posture: While he may tower over some, Zion has a slight frame, narrow shoulders, and a lithe physique. Little about him is imposing, and he may come across as meek, revealing a fraction of his intricate persona. Zion attempts to lessen his overall presence. From pulling his shoulder inwards to tucking his arms and hands closer to his body, he does not yearn for others to notice him. To others, he may seem nervy, which would not be an unfair thing to surmise.
Unfortunately, his height can draw the flicker of a curious gaze.

Mannerisms: Prone to tapping a foot when tense and prefers to make himself look as small as possible. He speaks politely and formerly, if not overly so. His voice is soft, and he tends to look to the side, not straight at, a person when talking to them. He apologizes more than he should. If brought up, he will say sorry for being sorry. It's hard to get him to stop talking when discussing medicine. Good luck there.

[Former] Occupation: Vet Tech, undergoing studies to become a veterinarian.

Hair: Curled locks with a black hue and a subtle earthy-brown cast. Zion keeps his hair short-cut.

Eye Color: A deep jasper with flecks of amber.

Scars/Blemishes/Modifications: Freckles dot Zion's complexion, with the heaviest of it spanning the bridge of his nose. Otherwise, he sports little blemishes. A faint scar can be observed on his lower lip, seemingly from his distant past, given how it has faded. Zion, otherwise, lacks tattoos or piercings.

Sexuality: Homosexual.



PERSONALITY
Zion is a timorous fellow. It grasps his core, and he emanates an unmistakeable timidity. This softens any edge he may have, and Zion prefers to keep to the background. With a yearning to avoid the spotlight, Zion is not one to speak up. It is rare for him to spark a conversation and explore the realms outside of his comfort zone. Trepidation becomes him.
It is something he strives to overcome. However, its tides often pull him in. To say he is shy would be putting it lightly. Fretting is instinctive to him. Worries can quickly consume him, and he can become seized by rumination.

Regardless, such tenacity does not hinder Zion's hard-working nature. Zion can easily become absorbed in a task with a pinpoint focus. If there is something you're set to do, Zion insists you do it right. Otherwise, what is the point?
Zion doesn't allow room for errors, but this does not mean he cannot falter or fail. His bar is set sky-high. Such a proclivity can become problematic. Absorbed in his work, he can forget the world which encompasses him. Relationships are put second, and his health can become strained. Overworking is, unfortunately, innate.

Zion's view of the world is painted with blatant cynicism. With his cynical outlook, he can forget to envision the grey between the black and the white. Instead, to him, the world brims with toxicity. Zion struggles to trust others, knowing anyone can wield a dagger fit to stab into his back.
Zion is blind to this side of him, and having even a sliver of optimism in him is arduous. The state of affairs before he found himself in cryo has only worsened his perspective.

Despite his gloomier side, Zion is an empath. Often, he connects with others through emotions. It isn't unusual for Zion to "catch" an emotion akin to a virulent illness. He can start to feel what another is feeling. There is both good and bad to such a trait. Zion can understand others better, and his empathy gives him a particular, keen cognizance. On the other hand, Zion can become overwhelmed if what another feels is potent. He is compelled to help those in need even if he might put himself in precarious positions.
Empathy is always a double-edged sword.

Zion is an enigmatic soul, for he is prone to don many a mask. Guarded, Zion has erected mental walls to remain diffident. Zion desires social connections but fumbles at them. Vulnerability scares him, and he is painfully avoidant of any perceived chance of being hurt. He is so lost in the facades he puts on that sometimes he becomes disconnected from who he is to his core. Zion is privy, at times, to put on an act rather than to face the uncertainty he has being himself.

Zion has grand ambitions. It's one of the more consistent elements of his persona. Zion has always sought and strove for better in life. Whenever he has a goal, he fully aims to achieve it. Depending on the circumstances, no matter the cost. Fierce determination courses through his veins. His ambitious nature has aided him in life. As such, it contrasts starkly with his predilection for having frayed nerves.
Zion will grasp onto opportunity without trepidation, fueled by yearning.

It's likely to be no surprise that Zion is aloof. His demeanor is frigid, regardless of any empathy or compassion he may hold. He can enjoy maintaining a safe distance from others at times. Zion lacks charisma, and it only makes him appear more withdrawn.
Not knowing how to open a conversation doesn't help much, either. He can seem uncaring when, in fact, he cares tremendously. Zion does not know how to show such without roboticness to it all. If one needed something to envision how Zion can come across, envision a medical practitioner who has long since burned out and become detached. Zion doesn't want to come across this way, but it'd be merely false to deny it.

Forever wanting to broaden his knowledge within this world, Zion is a studious individual. Books upon books had once piled up in stacks in his room, touching upon a vast sea of differing topics. Zion is inquisitive and drawn towards learning new things. This includes an array of subjects, from the arts to science. Zion finds a thrill in picking up something once unknown to him and delving straight in. Zion is also eager to share what he knows or converse about what another person has learned. It's one of the rarer times when he will prattle on and on or strike up a conversation without the prodding of another as a catalyst.

BACKGROUND
Zion was born into wealth. It was never a secret, but he found no pride in it, instead amassing guilt when he became much older. Born in New York City to Xavier Brooks and Amara Brooks, he had a happy childhood in the earlier stages. There was little to want. Such was living in decadence. As a single child, Zion was prized by his parents. Xavier Brooks was a leading scientist- his job was shrouded in mystery yet to be unraveled, and Amara was a doctor of emergency medicine. Both were of high esteem, paving a path for Zion to follow.
Still, there were always cracks in the seams, errant pieces that didn't quite fit the puzzle. Eventually, Zion matured enough to discern it. There was an odd rift between his parents.

It was well hidden beneath smiling faces but cold, like plunging into arctic waters. A distance existed there, and it only seemed to yawn further. It became evident to Zion during his teenage years that his parents weren't always upfront. Instead, they seemed more inclined to hide things, to bury their skeletons deep. Zion would eventually discover he barely knew anything about them despite all they provided. So, he, too, played the game they played. Zion kept up whatever masquerade kept them pleased, kept the peace. It seemed simple in his youth, contrasting even, but it would appear he had to earn his parents' love by jumping through their hoops- never allowed to stray.

When he had the chance to escape the pressure, he did, and he did it without their financial aid even though it meant a lot of couch surfing. Zion snubbed them entirely, and damn, how liberating it was. However, accustomed to opulence, the brutal side of the world hit hard. Still, Zion felt better for it, despite hardship after hardship. Zion knew the evils of money and how it shaped and molded the world, creating indifference.
Zion wanted to do something to aid others.

Initially desiring to become a paramedic, Zion stumbled into the veterinarian field after fostering a sickly kitten until the wee thing recovered. It all clicked. A few months later, Zion applied to work in a vet clinic and sought university courses to acquire his vet tech. He accomplished, in time, what he set out to do, and it is one of his most cherished memories. When he was striving to become a veterinarian, still working at a local clinic, things slowly became more and more of a hellscape around him.
This was not only due to problems of his own, although they were a significant part of the picture within Zion's life, but also of the world itself.
Of course, Zion would muse that this had been the planet's trajectory set ages ago by humanity's hands, but he could never foresee how it would begin to crumble.

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TIDBITS
Weaknesses:
- Zion can be sickly. His immunodeficiency had yet to be narrowed down to a cause before humanity's inevitable collapse. Zion fights fatigue and chronic pain and is more susceptible to catching things viral and developing others that are bacterial.

- Zion is run more by emotion than logic. He might make choices that are not rooted in wiser judgment. This can get him snared into trickier situations.

While Zion lived a stint without wealth, most of his days were spent in luxury. This can divide him from individuals who have had it more challenging or had to fight to survive. Zion's parents never abandoned or scorned him—he always had a choice.


Strengths:
Zion is a natural teacher and learner. He enjoys teaching others new things and passing on knowledge. He can simplify things that some might find complex. He, himself, is constantly learning.

Zion has a wide range of medical know-how and experience. Biology is biology, and while his focus has been vet medicine, the leap to human medicine is not too far for him to make. So he can render aid if needed and discern different diseases.

Despite not being a social butterfly, Zion is a compassionate soul. He cares deeply for others and genuinely wants to see people strive. It is unusual for him to be the bitter sort.​

 

[zogokonu]

Name: Bianca Carrera
Nickname: Abby
age: 32
gender (& pronouns): woman adjacent, she/they
Sexuality: lesbian

Description:
Hair: brown hair
Eyes: hazel
Height: 5’8
weight/build: 155 pounds, skinny but muscular, the kind of fit you get from climbing and running mostly everyday
pfp: Alicia Vikander (specifically in Tomb Raider)

Psyche:

Bianca is a bright energetic person, very focused and with a tendency to overfocus and let the world around her fade away. They’re friendly, most of the time, it comes with the passion for different cultures and places, they meet a lot of new people. They also come across as privileged, cause they are. Grew up with a lot of family money and never truly experienced any sort of financial insecurity.

Strengths
Most of her strengths are connected to her love of the world, humans and their cultures. They know a lot about the world, languages, cultural practices and ways of life, they’re also very adaptable to different circumstances. Prone to focus on the bright side of things and she also loves to solve problems, they’re like puzzles to her. They have the fitness of a marathon runner almost, can climb and run for a good while and know how to forage for food when needed. She knows self defense, gift from her veteran mother.

Weaknesses
Too trusting, of people’s words and their intentions. But on the other side, she holds onto to grudges like it’s destiny to do so. They can be impulsive and fearless in a reckless way, the result of never truly suffering the consequences for things. Chronically late and a bit *too* relaxed in a way that is infuriating to those in a hurry or any sense of urgency.

Fears
Their absolute biggest fear is the death of human history, that nothing will be left and all the stories, existences, medical and technological advancement will be lost forever. But there are other more mundane ones, like being followed/watched, dying of thirst (she had a rough time while visiting the Atacama desert), having to stay in complete silence and never making a family of her own. She’s not scared of being alone, she’s scared of having to live without companionship

History

Abby grew up on a ranch in Alberta, Canada, with her parents. Her mother, Camila, is an officer with the Canadian army and her father is a doctor by trade but comes from family money. Their parents were always very different and they always struggled to understand how their marriage worked at all. Her mother was very serious and disciplined while her father was a gentle, soft presence. The isolation of her growing up made her fascinated by other people, other realities and she went to college to study history and got her Masters focused on the evolution of civilization. She applied for the Australian program because of proximity, they were researching abandoned cities in South India for a good while before takeoff. They applied to the program with their girlfriend and paid for both spots, she stayed in Australia waiting for the call while Abby went back to India for her research, claiming they’d see each other soon.

 

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[CHARACTER SHEET WIP, 50% COMPLETE]

"Whatever happened to 'No one gets left behind'?"


[BASIC INFORMATION]

Name: Viktor R. Gray

Titles: Engineer Staff Sergeant (former)

Alias: "Rattler"

Age and DOB: 33 (12/16/2165)

Gender and Sexuality: Cis man (he/him), greyromantic pansexual

City of Origin: Sevierville, Tennessee, U.S.A

[PHYSICALITY]

Height: 6'0

Weight: 210~ lbs

Build: Muscular, but not very toned. The build of someone who does hard labor, but skimps on gym visits.

Hair: 4C, black, brushed-out

Eyes: Dark brown

Distinguishing Marks: Missing both top incisors, stick-and-poke tattoo of the Gadsden Flag's rattlesnake on his left shoulder blade, tattoo of a green carnation on his upper right thigh, bullet scar on his right kneecap, burn scars on his lower left leg

Physical Conditions: Moderate-severe tinnitus, mostly deaf in his left ear, chronic pain in both legs

Faceclaim: oh god I downloaded this image like three years ago and forgot the source give me like five minutes bro

[PSYCHE]

Personality: Viktor is in a perpetual state of disillusionment with humanity. Though this can make him come off as rude and uncaring, his true nature still pushes him to see the best in everyone, and his cold remarks are generally only made out of a desire for others to utilize the good in their hearts. In fact, he considers himself largely pacifistic. However, his bitterness and conflicted feelings on humanity's nature have driven him to coldness and cruelty.

He is especially wary of anything even remotely resembling a military structure. Though he still tends to default back to his military training from time to time, he deeply despises all military organizations, and has grown a major disdain for authority in general. He is not object to being a leader himself, however, and will gladly take up the reins if he feels as though he needs to. For better or for worse.

Proficiencies: Viktor's special forces training has made him exceptional at improvising and problem solving. Given enough trash to work with, he can build a wide variety of tools and structures to suit the needs of himself and others. He is also a proficient gunman despite his pacifism, and is especially good with mid-range firearms. He is fluent in both English and Brazilian Portuguese.

Weaknesses: Viktor's strong sense of justice is a double-edged sword. If he believes someone to be deserving of punishment, the chances of that punishment being fitting of the crime is extremely low. Also as a result of his desire for justice, he often has trouble admitting his own mistakes and faults, as he feels justified in most of what he does.

Mental Conditions: Complex PTSD, alcoholism, major depression, autism

[BACKGROUND]

History: TLDR he was a special forces soldier who got tortured and left for dead during a secret military op in Brazil. Deserted the military after escaping and fled to Australia where he changed his name and attempted to live a normal life. Woe and behold. Will flesh out later.​