Realistic or Modern Layover of the Living Dead | CS

[elytra]

Layover of the Living Dead​

Here's the CS area for Layover of the Living Dead. Feel free to post your accepted characters here; secondary characters can also be placed here once they've been run by me. Coding is optional, and for those who have coded sheets, it is asked that you have a mobile tab to make things easier on people. If you have any questions, feel free to ask in the OOC or through PM; please do not ask here in order to keep it clean.

 

[elytra]

calvin muller

only you can save your local cryptids ♡

cryptidkeeper:

basics
basics
name. Calvin Muller
nickname. Cal
age. 26
gender/pronouns. Trans man (he/him)
sexuality. Bi
(former) profession. Cashier/Tour guide at a tourist trap centered around cryptids
health. Calvin has severe low muscle tone, along with a series of currently-undiagnosed issues that make his body ache and his legs/ankles give out sometimes. Chronic pain is something he's dealt with and likely will continue dealing with.
skills. Survivalist stuff; how to use tools, make a shelter, start fires, do quick 'n' dirty temporary medical treatment, etc
on-hand items. Sturdy hiking backpack (x1), cane (x1), change of clothes (x1), opaque reusable filter water bottle (filled) (x1), medium trail mix bag (x1), survivalcord bracelet (10 ft unraveled) (x1), small hand sanitizer (x1), wind-up/solar-powered flashlight (x1), medium carabiner (x3), compass (x1), solar charger (x1), phone cord (x1), phone (x1), multi-tool (pliers, wire cutter, wire stripper, knife, saw, ruler, can opener, bottle opener, file, screwdriver) (x1), cloth leg brace (x2), cloth ankle brace (x2), cloth wrist brace (x2), whistle (x1), safety pins (x20), superglue (x2), sewing kit (x1), Acetaminophen (x1 bottle)

looks
height. 6"1
hair. Messy dark brown hair with some strands of grey throughout, a bit choppy due to the fact that he cut it himself
eyes. Grey
body type. Not muscular, a bit of a string bean
body mods/scars. Pierced ears, this tattoo on his right shoulder, this tattoo on his left shoulder, this tattoo on his inner right wrist, two horizontal curved scars on his chest (covered by shirts).
clothing style. On the plane, Calvin is wearing a white t-shirt with mothman on it with "Support Your Local Cryptid" written on it tucked into worn dark blue jeans with a beaten-up dark brown leather belt. He has hiking boots that look like they've seen better days and a leather aviator jacket. He also has a red beanie that he wears pretty much all the time, his green survivalcord bracelet, a oval locket necklace, and his cane, which is covered in a bunch of different stickers.

cryptidkeeper:

cryptidkeeper:
persona
drive (pre-apocalypse). Staying afloat on his paycheck; while able to do this pretty well so far, he has a fear that one day something important will break and then all his savings will be down the drain
drive (apocalypse). Since money is no longer a 'thing', his main drive is simple: survive. His second goal is a little less simple: keep everyone else alive as well.
virtues.
Passionate | He puts his all into things not out of obligation, but because he gets very, very into them. He gets excited and passionate about plenty of things. It takes very little to get him invested.
Friendly | Cal is friendly to most people he meets. There's very little that would get him in a foul enough mood to act rudely to others. Even with people he doesn't particularly like, he's at the very least polite. The only time he may end up snapping at people or not hear them out is in particularly high-stress scenarios.
Optimistic | He tends to see the silver lining in scenarios. The sort of guy that thinks that things happen because they were supposed to happen- for the most part. There are some scenarios that he accepts are just straight-up tragedies, in which case he still ends up finding things to be grateful for.
vices.
Stubborn | Cal is extremely stubborn. He sticks to his opinions and plans unless someone makes a VERY good argument for their side.
Too Curious For His Own Good | Everything needs to be investigated. Everything. There is no mystery too small, which means he usually ends up sticking his nose into other peoples business or getting into less-than-ideal situations.
No Brain-To-Mouth Filter | He's a bit of a chatter box, and doesn't think before he says things sometimes. It's made him awful at keeping secrets, and sometimes he ends up insulting people on accident by saying things that get taken in a way they weren't intended.
hobbies. bushcraft, sewing, hiking
habits. When he gets frustrated, he tends to hit the palm of his hand against the side of his head. When excited, he has a habit of flapping his hands. When nervous, he tends to pace...a lot.

background
background. Cal hasn't had a very exciting life. He grew up in a town in Maine, where he spent most of his life. He went to a small school, didn't make many friends, and got okay-ish grades. His family wasn't exactly tight-knit, but they were friendly enough to one another; his father was often at work and his mother was busy with his younger siblings more often than not. Most of the time, he was left to his own devices, which resulted in him often hiking around areas on his own or scrolling through the internet casually. Both of these activities were likely what led to his interest in cryptids and survivalist items.

When he graduated high school, his goal was to go to college, but he ended not having the money for it nor the grades to get good enough scholarships. So, he passed on going, instead staying with his parents until he was around 21. At that point, using his savings, he ended up moving to Massachusetts. He went on to get a job at a road-side tourist trap, and in his spare time continued hiking and, as a new hobby, working on survivalist techniques. He often uses his vacation time to go on 'big' hikes, like mountain or multi-day trips, but in current times is heading home to visit family. Of course, he isn't going to end up getting there before the apocalypse gets kick-started.
intercharacter relationships. N/A; check back later.

Spoiler: mobile friendly

basics
name. Calvin Muller
nickname. Cal
age. 26
gender/pronouns. Trans man (he/him)
sexuality. Bi
(former) profession. Cashier/Tour guide at a tourist trap centered around cryptids
health. Calvin has severe low muscle tone, along with a series of currently-undiagnosed issues that make his body ache and his legs/ankles give out sometimes. Chronic pain is something he's dealt with and likely will continue dealing with.
skills. Survivalist stuff; how to use tools, make a shelter, start fires, do quick 'n' dirty temporary medical treatment, etc
on-hand items. Sturdy hiking backpack (x1), cane (x1), change of clothes (x1), opaque reusable filter water bottle (filled) (x1), medium trail mix bag (x1), survivalcord bracelet (10 ft unraveled) (x1), small hand sanitizer (x1), wind-up/solar-powered flashlight (x1), medium carabiner (x3), compass (x1), solar charger (x1), phone cord (x1), phone (x1), multi-tool (pliers, wire cutter, wire stripper, knife, saw, ruler, can opener, bottle opener, file, screwdriver) (x1), cloth leg brace (x2), cloth ankle brace (x2), cloth wrist brace (x2), whistle (x1), safety pins (x20), superglue (x2), sewing kit (x1), Acetaminophen (x1 bottle)

looks
height. 6"1
hair. Messy dark brown hair with some strands of grey throughout, a bit choppy due to the fact that he cut it himself
eyes. Grey
body type. Not muscular, a bit of a string bean
body mods/scars. Pierced ears, this tattoo on his right shoulder, this tattoo on his left shoulder, this tattoo on his inner right wrist, two horizontal curved scars on his chest (covered by shirts).
clothing style. On the plane, Calvin is wearing a white t-shirt with mothman on it with "Support Your Local Cryptid" written on it tucked into worn dark blue jeans with a beaten-up dark brown leather belt. He has hiking boots that look like they've seen better days and a leather aviator jacket. He also has a red beanie that he wears pretty much all the time, his green survivalcord bracelet, a oval locket necklace, and his cane, which is covered in a bunch of different stickers.

persona
drive (pre-apocalypse). Staying afloat on his paycheck; while able to do this pretty well so far, he has a fear that one day something important will break and then all his savings will be down the drain
drive (apocalypse). Since money is no longer a 'thing', his main drive is simple: survive. His second goal is a little less simple: keep everyone else alive as well.
virtues.
Passionate | He puts his all into things not out of obligation, but because he gets very, very into them. He gets excited and passionate about plenty of things. It takes very little to get him invested.
Friendly | Cal is friendly to most people he meets. There's very little that would get him in a foul enough mood to act rudely to others. Even with people he doesn't particularly like, he's at the very least polite. The only time he may end up snapping at people or not hear them out is in particularly high-stress scenarios.
Optimistic | He tends to see the silver lining in scenarios. The sort of guy that thinks that things happen because they were supposed to happen- for the most part. There are some scenarios that he accepts are just straight-up tragedies, in which case he still ends up finding things to be grateful for.
vices.
Stubborn | Cal is extremely stubborn. He sticks to his opinions and plans unless someone makes a VERY good argument for their side.
Too Curious For His Own Good | Everything needs to be investigated. Everything. There is no mystery too small, which means he usually ends up sticking his nose into other peoples business or getting into less-than-ideal situations.
No Brain-To-Mouth Filter | He's a bit of a chatter box, and doesn't think before he says things sometimes. It's made him awful at keeping secrets, and sometimes he ends up insulting people on accident by saying things that get taken in a way they weren't intended.
hobbies. bushcraft, sewing, hiking
habits. When he gets frustrated, he tends to hit the palm of his hand against the side of his head. When excited, he has a habit of flapping his hands. When nervous, he tends to pace...a lot.

background
background. Cal hasn't had a very exciting life. He grew up in a town in Maine, where he spent most of his life. He went to a small school, didn't make many friends, and got okay-ish grades. His family wasn't exactly tight-knit, but they were friendly enough to one another; his father was often at work and his mother was busy with his younger siblings more often than not. Most of the time, he was left to his own devices, which resulted in him often hiking around areas on his own or scrolling through the internet casually. Both of these activities were likely what led to his interest in cryptids and survivalist items.

When he graduated high school, his goal was to go to college, but he ended not having the money for it nor the grades to get good enough scholarships. So, he passed on going, instead staying with his parents until he was around 21. At that point, using his savings, he ended up moving to Massachusetts. He went on to get a job at a road-side tourist trap, and in his spare time continued hiking and, as a new hobby, working on survivalist techniques. He often uses his vacation time to go on 'big' hikes, like mountain or multi-day trips, but in current times is heading home to visit family. Of course, he isn't going to end up getting there before the apocalypse gets kick-started.
intercharacter relationships. N/A; check back later.

 

[darkersun]

Name:
Jaqueline "Jackie" Castillo
Age:
21
Gender/Pronouns:
Female; She/Her
Sexuality:
No Label
(Former) Profession:
College Student studying Agriculture
Description:
Jackie has a quite average height, standing at around 5'5". She has dark brown hair, falling straight to her shoulders in light waves, and quite a collection of headbands to keep her bangs out of her eyes. Jackie has broad shoulders and a plumper figure, with her arms and legs being strong from the workouts that she did pre-apocalypse. Jackie's family is from Bolivia, and due to her ancestry, the woman's skin is very tan. Her eyes are a deep brown, almost matching her hair, and a wheat sheaf is tattooed on her right forearm. Jackie also has another tattoo of a cartoon ghost on her thigh that is the result of a drunken night out. She doesn't have any visible scars, and has her ears pierced, with simply diamond studs filling the holes.
Clothing Style:
T-shirts and jeans all day! Due to her studies, Jackie spends a large portion of her time outside, which means that most of her clothing is durable and able to get dirty. She wears fun accessories as a way of expressing herself instead of actually dressing up, but nevertheless mostly wears really basic outfits. Jackie has a trusted snapback that she wears on a daily basis. She wears regular ratty tennis shoes on a daily basis, and even before the apocalypse, probably owned like, a single pair of non-casual shoes.
Drive (Pre-Apocalypse):
Jackie's main drive before this whole apocalyptic thing began was quite simple: success. Top of her class, getting whatever internship was on offer, and being the best in her field were all dreams that this college student had.
Drive (Apocalypse):
Literally just survival. Jackie would very much just like to see another day.
Personality: (At least 3 positive, 3 negative)
+ Hard working - Woo, this girl was born with a built in motor. Once she has an idea, her mind is fully focused on getting it done, but she also tends to take instruction well, and tries to give her all even when she really isn't all that interested.
+ Innovative - Why spend a day on something that could take two hours? Although she likes to work, Jackie likes to think up " life hacks " that make things easier for herself - and others around her.
+ Level Headed - She is, very frankly put, not very easy to anger. Jackie tends to think through things very logically, and largely cools down from anger quickly. She is the one that tries to keep everyone calm and collected, and doesn't really understand people that take things super personally.
- Self Destructive- Jackie....works too much. Even when she's not working, her hobbies include...more work or training. She really doesn't understand breaks, and will literally go until she physically cannot anymore. This makes her lose sleep, which in turn, makes her work sloppy, and the cycle starts all over again.
- Overly Critical - Unless something is done absolutely perfectly, it's not done. This doesn't only apply to the woman, and she will call people out if she thinks their work isn't done to the best of their ability. It isn't done to cause drama, nor to cause any tension (and frankly, Jackie doesn't get why it does), but most of the time, people aren't exactly open to her unwanted criticism.
- Single-Minded- Once Jackie thinks of, or is given a goal, that is all she can think about. Being focused is great, but only focusing on one thing can cause Jackie to be seen as insensitive or rude to any other goals.
Health:
Jackie is very lucky to be a rather healthy person. She is a bit clumsy, so she's had her fair share of broken bones, but none at the time of the crash.
Hobbies:
Crocheting and rock climbing are what Jackie likes to call her "main hobbies". She has been rock climbing since she was in her early teens (with long breaks every time she hurt herself), and picked up crocheting in college on a particularly boring day with nothing to do. Jackie would be considered somewhere around intermediate at rock-climbing, and closer to a beginner at crocheting.
Habits:
Does overworking yourself count as a habit? Jackie tends to always be in "go" mode, and burns herself out quite easily. Other habits she has are always being a little too early, and talking with her family every single Tuesday (before the crash, of course)
Skills:
As someone studying Agriculture with a focus in Agronomy, which is the study of how plants grow, Jackie is fairly experienced in how to grow, and therefore, keep plants alive. She knows where to plant seeds, how much water to give them to maximize growth, and how to produce the maximum amount of yield. However, most of what she knows is theory, and Jackie doesn't actually have any real world experience in starting a farm, or any sort of large scale planting with the hope of feeding more than a few people.
Other than this, Jackie is a fairly okay rock climber.
On-Hand Items:
On the plane, Jackie packed a single backpack for her trip. The items that survived the crash include: a single textbook for a Forage Management and Utilization class, four pairs of jeans, six t-shirts, a few pairs of undergarments. a bag of dried apricots, three disinfecting wipes in a Ziploc bag, a blank notebook, two pencils, a roll of yarn, and a thin blanket.
Background:
Jackie was born as the youngest of her family, with her parents already having her brothers who were twins, and one sister. Her parents were living a comfortable life in the suburbs, with boring, dead end jobs that they somehow enjoyed enough to keep doing them. The early years of her life were enjoyable and Jackie was seen as a cheerful child. She would be often found following her sister, Maria, who, at the age of 12, enjoyed treating the girl like a doll. Her brothers were closer the her age, with little Eddie and Frankie being three when she was born, and they grew up close.

The challenging times in her family life first began when Jackie was eight. Her father had been caught cheating, and in the resulting aftermath, her mother had decided that a divorce was the only option. This sent a rupture through the normally calm family life, and when her father chose to move away and relinquish custody of his children, her mom was unable to afford their suburban lifestyle on her own. This tumultuous time deeply changed Jackie, with the many moves and life changes making the child promise to herself that she would never be in a position where she was weak without someone else.

Life calmed down when Jackie was 14, with her mom finally finding a job, and getting into a relationship with her now stepfather. She bought a dog for her children, and seemed to pretend that the past years had not happened. With Maria escaping most of the time period at college, Jackie viewed college as a promise at success.

At fifteen, both Frankie and Eddie had made their way into the world of post-secondary education, and this only cemented Jackie's views. After all, they seemed so happy there, and the brothers were all to happy to share their stories with their younger sister. However, even with all the bragging, Eddie dropped out before his sophomore year, and this shocked Jackie to her very core. He never explained why he did it, and Jackie's relationship with him began to flounder.

She did get into college- a rather high ranking one, thank you very much- and although she originally planned to go into Business, quickly changed her major to Agriculture after taking a beginner course. Everything was going smoothly, that was, until the fateful phone call.

It was her father. After the divorce and the fateful relinquishing of custody, Jackie hadn't heard from her dad other than the birthday cards that came with twenty dollars every year. And here he was, inviting her and all her siblings, to his house as a way to hopefully become active in their lives once more. Never one to keep long grudges, Jackie relented, and during a break at her school, traveled to her fathers house. It was a rather tense event, but the ending of it left an open space for another visit.

And that is how Jackie made her way onto a plane ride back to her home.

Intercharacter Relationships: None Yet!​

 

[cablebelly]

RIANN PATTERSON

「caretaker」

wanting to help.

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• 「 basics 」

  name | riann jonathan patterson
  
  nickname(s) | ri, annie, just about anything will do.
  
  gender | male [he/him]
  
  age | 21
  
  birthday | july 12th
  
  sexuality | heterosexual (?)
  
  (former) profession | recently graduated nursing student
  
  
  
• 「 appearance 」

  
  
  height | 6'1"
  
  weight | 150lbs
  
  description | Riann isn’t the most studly guy out there, but he’s definitely not bad looking. He has floppy, curly, dusty brown locks and pale Irish complexion. He usually allows a bit of stubble to grow so he doesn’t look prepubescent, and light hazel green-brown eyes sit atop a nicely sharp jawline. His build is lanky and athletic, toned from years as an active child and surfer, and despite being a chronic sloucher, is still decently tall.
  
  wardrobe | Though Riann keeps it very simple, he does have a sense of style even in his minimal wardrobe. Hoodies, jackets, jeans, t-shirts, usually of neutral color or picked up at some odd benefit event or summer camp. He’s the type of guy who’s prone to wearing one pair of sneakers to absolute death before getting another. More often than not sporting a handknit beanie that looks to have known better days.
  
  face claim | henning may
  
  
  
  
• 「 persona 」

  
  personality | At first meeting, Riann seems like a very easy-going, humorous guy. He likes to crack jokes and to some can seem a little bit of a wise guy. He moves very light on his feet, sometimes having been said to sneak up on people. If you’re looking just from the surface, he seems like a typical bro. Kind of haughty, a little too chillax. However, getting to know him a bit more, Riann’s core trait is simple; he’s a caregiver. He has a keen sense for if something’s bothering someone, physically or mentally, and is extremely gentle and generous in his handling of things. He always wants to help, and never makes anything big out of it. With how relaxed he always seems to be, it can be easy to miss how doting he actually gets. He wants to help to the best of his ability, always, and kindness is a moral he lives by day to day.
  
  He’s not a saint, of course. Sometimes his mellow nature can be mistaken for carelessness, and can bother the wrong people. Riann is near impossible to anger, but sometimes hard to entertain, and keep his attention. If something doesn’t seem of utmost importance to him, it’s hard to make him do it. His own self improvement skills are a little lacking, and puts other people first too often, even doting on others to the point where they get annoyed. Despite his ability to cater to others’ needs, he can lack blatant communication skills and try to dance around the point, and has trouble voicing his own thoughts and issues. He’s more of a people pleaser and would like to avoid conflict if possible, though he wouldn’t ever hesitate to stand up for someone who couldn’t do it for themselves. It just comes down to whether or not it’s his conflict he’s trying to avoid.
  
  drive (pre apocalypse) | Prior to the apocalypse, Riann’s drive was pretty simple. Be a good brother, be a good person, and leave the world a better place than you found it. The career choice in nursing was an easy one for him to make, and Riann pretty gladly imagined himself taking care of other people for the rest of his years.
  
  drive (post apocalypse) | There are a lot of things that have now been added on top of Riann’s prior drive, because he doesn’t think it should be totally discarded even in the event of a total world meltdown. He wants to get home to his family, make sure they’re alright, be back with them. He also wants to continue doing good and helping people, and hopefully what he’s soaked up in nursing school is good enough to do that. The goal is just to retain his humanity, be safe and keep the others around him as safe as possible.
  
  health | Riann is a man of youthful health. He is pretty decently in shape and very genetically lucky to have no known illnesses except for a very deadly bee allergy.
  
  hobbies | Riann is an avid surfer, and did participate in a couple competitions in his youth. He loves children, and every summer finds ways to busy himself at summer camps, surf camps, and any kind of kid-related activity that will get him paid. (He does also volunteer at a children’s hospital as part of his degree though.) One interesting hobby of his is origami. He carries a decent amount of the colorful paper among his things and likes to leave little origami creatures in his wake, or give them to people.
  
  habits | He’s often keeping his hands occupied with something and is an avid doodler. He’s not an artist or anything, but his doodles live in the margins of his notes and have not graduated past school doodles, though they are rather entertaining. He likes making silly comics. An avid nail biter and trying to kick the habit, unsuccessfully. If someone looks pouty or in pain in front of him, he will bother you about it until you either give in and tell him what's bothering you or up and leave.
  
  skills | Nurse things. A very solid amount of medical knowledge and pretty level headed in a pinch. Can take care of your injuries, empty your bed pan, and has great bedside manner. Great with kids and animals, and also surprisingly amazing at juggling way too many obligations. (Dog walking, baby sitting, camp counseling, you name it.) Proficient swimmer and surfer. Also a decent handyman and has helped his parents a little bit with handling their window business. Excellent arts & craftser.
  
  
  
• 「 history 」

  
  background |
  Riann comes from a bit of an odd family. His parents, Julia and Richard Patterson, were honest people living in the suburbs of California. They met as coworkers in Richard’s family window business. All they ever wanted was a family of their own, but went through a lot of painful miscarriages before finally being told that Julia was infertile. They decided to adopt. This was where the Patterson family began.
  
  All of Riann’s siblings came from less than stellar conditions, as they tried their best to take in special needs children. They adopted his siblings Ryder and Angela first, but while in the process of trying to adopt their third, Gregory, Riann was born. Against all odds, he came out a perfectly healthy baby boy. Riann would remain their only biological child until he was ten. During those years, they also adopted two more children, Jenna and Marcus. In his childhood, Riann very quickly grew into a caretaker role alongside his parents due to the special needs circumstances of his siblings.
  
  He wasn’t the oldest, but he always acted as such. The mediator, the advice-giver, and the caretaker. Riann was everything to his siblings, and he grew into his caretaking role so well that his parents began to disregard him ever so slightly. They were a close-knit family, and their parents loved all of them, but with Riann being the only kid who didn’t have important medical needs or traumas from the foster system they’d come from, he simply couldn’t receive the same amount of attention his siblings did. His parents’ home was always open to CPS emergencies and Riann was always doing everything he could to help his siblings and the wayward kids that passed through his home.
  
  He just never really thought about himself much.
  
  When he was twelve his parents had one more child, little Penelope. From the start Penelope was a sickly baby, the luck that they had with Riann all run out. Riann, of course, loved her to death, but a nagging feeling in the back of his head always said that he wasn’t the one that deserved this health, in the midst of all his siblings who had been through so much. Between hospital visits and days spent at home watching the kids, Riann decided the logical choice was to make a career out of what he already knew best. Caretaking.
  
  Now finished with his Associates Degree in Nursing, Riann has never lived more than twenty minutes away from home, and spends more time there than he does his own apartment. His family needs him, the people he’s going to help as a registered nurse need him, and all this being needed makes it very easy not to think about what Riann himself could ever need or want.
  
  on hand inventory | In his beat up Jansport backpack;
  
  Laptop (+ charger)
  Phone charger
  Med school textbooks
  Classic yellow notepad, a few loose pens in the front pocket
  A medley of folded origami zoo animals and origami paper
  A small, palm sized journal
  Very badass swiss army knife among way too many keys as well as a childish pink and yellow beaded keychain with his name on it.
  First aid kit
  Wallet with family photo, ID, the usual, forty bucks.
  Hydroflask that looks like it has been to hell and back
  Earbuds (tangled mess)
  Epipen
  Extra hoodie
  Three bars of Butterfingers
  Sandwich (for the plane!)
  Bike lock
  Lighter
  Surfboard wax
  A little square gift wrapped box
  
  
  

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coded by solarsaphia.

Spoiler: code free

name | riann jonathan patterson

nickname(s) | ri, annie, just about anything will do.

gender | male [he/him]

age | 21

birthday | july 12th

sexuality | heterosexual (?)

(former) profession | recently graduated nursing student

height | 6'1"

weight | 150lbs

description | Riann isn’t the most studly guy out there, but he’s definitely not bad looking. He has floppy, curly, dusty brown locks and pale Irish complexion. He usually allows a bit of stubble to grow so he doesn’t look prepubescent, and light hazel green-brown eyes sit atop a nicely sharp jawline. His build is lanky and athletic, toned from years as an active child and surfer, and despite being a chronic sloucher, is still decently tall.

wardrobe | Though Riann keeps it very simple, he does have a sense of style even in his minimal wardrobe. Hoodies, jackets, jeans, t-shirts, usually of neutral color or picked up at some odd benefit event or summer camp. He’s the type of guy who’s prone to wearing one pair of sneakers to absolute death before getting another. More often than not sporting a handknit beanie that looks to have known better days.

face claim | henning may

personality | At first meeting, Riann seems like a very easy-going, humorous guy. He likes to crack jokes and to some can seem a little bit of a wise guy. He moves very light on his feet, sometimes having been said to sneak up on people. If you’re looking just from the surface, he seems like a typical bro. Kind of haughty, a little too chillax. However, getting to know him a bit more, Riann’s core trait is simple; he’s a caregiver. He has a keen sense for if something’s bothering someone, physically or mentally, and is extremely gentle and generous in his handling of things. He always wants to help, and never makes anything big out of it. With how relaxed he always seems to be, it can be easy to miss how doting he actually gets. He wants to help to the best of his ability, always, and kindness is a moral he lives by day to day.

He’s not a saint, of course. Sometimes his mellow nature can be mistaken for carelessness, and can bother the wrong people. Riann is near impossible to anger, but sometimes hard to entertain, and keep his attention. If something doesn’t seem of utmost importance to him, it’s hard to make him do it. His own self improvement skills are a little lacking, and puts other people first too often, even doting on others to the point where they get annoyed. Despite his ability to cater to others’ needs, he can lack blatant communication skills and try to dance around the point, and has trouble voicing his own thoughts and issues. He’s more of a people pleaser and would like to avoid conflict if possible, though he wouldn’t ever hesitate to stand up for someone who couldn’t do it for themselves. It just comes down to whether or not it’s his conflict he’s trying to avoid.

drive (pre apocalypse) | Prior to the apocalypse, Riann’s drive was pretty simple. Be a good brother, be a good person, and leave the world a better place than you found it. The career choice in nursing was an easy one for him to make, and Riann pretty gladly imagined himself taking care of other people for the rest of his years.

drive (post apocalypse) | There are a lot of things that have now been added on top of Riann’s prior drive, because he doesn’t think it should be totally discarded even in the event of a total world meltdown. He wants to get home to his family, make sure they’re alright, be back with them. He also wants to continue doing good and helping people, and hopefully what he’s soaked up in nursing school is good enough to do that. The goal is just to retain his humanity, be safe and keep the others around him as safe as possible.

health | Riann is a man of youthful health. He is pretty decently in shape and very genetically lucky to have no known illnesses except for a very deadly bee allergy.

hobbies | Riann is an avid surfer, and did participate in a couple competitions in his youth. He loves children, and every summer finds ways to busy himself at summer camps, surf camps, and any kind of kid-related activity that will get him paid. (He does also volunteer at a children’s hospital as part of his degree though.) One interesting hobby of his is origami. He carries a decent amount of the colorful paper among his things and likes to leave little origami creatures in his wake, or give them to people.

habits | He’s often keeping his hands occupied with something and is an avid doodler. He’s not an artist or anything, but his doodles live in the margins of his notes and have not graduated past school doodles, though they are rather entertaining. He likes making silly comics. An avid nail biter and trying to kick the habit, unsuccessfully. If someone looks pouty or in pain in front of him, he will bother you about it until you either give in and tell him what's bothering you or up and leave.

skills | Nurse things. A very solid amount of medical knowledge and pretty level headed in a pinch. Can take care of your injuries, empty your bed pan, and has great bedside manner. Great with kids and animals, and also surprisingly amazing at juggling way too many obligations. (Dog walking, baby sitting, camp counseling, you name it.) Proficient swimmer and surfer. Also a decent handyman and has helped his parents a little bit with handling their window business. Excellent arts & craftser.

background |
Riann comes from a bit of an odd family. His parents, Julia and Richard Patterson, were honest people living in the suburbs of California. They met as coworkers in Richard’s family window business. All they ever wanted was a family of their own, but went through a lot of painful miscarriages before finally being told that Julia was infertile. They decided to adopt. This was where the Patterson family began.

All of Riann’s siblings came from less than stellar conditions, as they tried their best to take in special needs children. They adopted his siblings Ryder and Angela first, but while in the process of trying to adopt their third, Gregory, Riann was born. Against all odds, he came out a perfectly healthy baby boy. Riann would remain their only biological child until he was ten. During those years, they also adopted two more children, Jenna and Marcus. In his childhood, Riann very quickly grew into a caretaker role alongside his parents due to the special needs circumstances of his siblings.

He wasn’t the oldest, but he always acted as such. The mediator, the advice-giver, and the caretaker. Riann was everything to his siblings, and he grew into his caretaking role so well that his parents began to disregard him ever so slightly. They were a close-knit family, and their parents loved all of them, but with Riann being the only kid who didn’t have important medical needs or traumas from the foster system they’d come from, he simply couldn’t receive the same amount of attention his siblings did. His parents’ home was always open to CPS emergencies and Riann was always doing everything he could to help his siblings and the wayward kids that passed through his home.

He just never really thought about himself much.

When he was twelve his parents had one more child, little Penelope. From the start Penelope was a sickly baby, the luck that they had with Riann all run out. Riann, of course, loved her to death, but a nagging feeling in the back of his head always said that he wasn’t the one that deserved this health, in the midst of all his siblings who had been through so much. Between hospital visits and days spent at home watching the kids, Riann decided the logical choice was to make a career out of what he already knew best. Caretaking.

Now finished with his Associates Degree in Nursing, Riann has never lived more than twenty minutes away from home, and spends more time there than he does his own apartment. His family needs him, the people he’s going to help as a registered nurse need him, and all this being needed makes it very easy not to think about what Riann himself could ever need or want.

on hand inventory | In his beat up Jansport backpack;

Laptop (+ charger)
Phone charger
Med school textbooks
Classic yellow notepad, a few loose pens in the front pocket
A medley of folded origami zoo animals and origami paper
A small, palm sized journal
Very badass swiss army knife among way too many keys as well as a childish pink and yellow beaded keychain with his name on it.
First aid kit
Wallet with family photo, ID, the usual, forty bucks.
Hydroflask that looks like it has been to hell and back
Earbuds (tangled mess)
Epipen
Extra hoodie
Three bars of Butterfingers
Sandwich (for the plane!)
Bike lock
Lighter
Surfboard wax
A little square gift wrapped box

 

[cablebelly]

NADIA SHEPHERD

「determined」

& utterly unequipped for the apocalypse.

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• 「 basics 」

  name | nadia shepherd wilkins
  
  nickname(s) | nadi, dia, but nicknames are mostly reserved for those close to her.
  
  gender | female [she/her].
  
  age | 23
  
  birthday | may 15th
  
  sexuality | bisexual
  
  (former) profession | touring classical musician
  
  
  
• 「 appearance 」

  
  
  height | 5'6"
  
  weight | 115lbs
  
  description | Nadia is a very pretty young woman. She always seems upright and uptight, with small, petite features, a smooth nose and angel bow lips, Nadia is aware of her charm and beauty. She keeps herself well, and knows how to clean up especially so, being accustomed to wearing fancy gowns and dresses. Her naturally blonde hair rests just past her shoulders, and her eyes are a brilliant bright blue.
  
  wardrobe | Nadia is in a constant state of business casual. Dressy blouses, slacks or skirts, heels or fancy flats. She doesn’t leave the house without a touch of natural but present makeup and she doesn’t like to be seen without putting herself together. To catch her in pajamas is a rare occasion.
  
  face claim | milena tscharntke
  
  
  
  
• 「 persona 」

  
  personality | Nadia has long forgotten what it was like to live on the edge of your wits. Wrapped up in the limelight of her recent rise to success, she’s become a bit haughty. Nadia knows she as good at what she does, or at least, what she used to do, and can get rather cocky. Now accustomed to a lavish lifestyle, Nadia refuses to let go. She’s prissy, posh, and now a little too comfortable with having money in her pocket. If things don’t work out, someone else is usually to blame.
  
  But while Nadia can be a bit hard to reason with, she does have her redeeming qualities. Her work ethic is almost unbelievable, perhaps due to her undeniable stubbornness. Whatever Nadia sets her mind to, she will not stop until it’s done well. She tires very rarely, or at least, refuses to stop what she’s doing rarely. Her touch is delicate, and she’s surprisingly good with her hands. Nimble, slender, and rather athletic, she’s also quick and graceful with her movement. Wearing heels all the time is a skill in itself. Nadia has a great academic mind, and while school wasn’t her favorite, her memory is near eidetic and she seems to have a very book-smarts mentality.
  
  drive (pre apocalypse) | To play around the world, get a Wikipedia page, be remembered and be successful.
  
  drive (post apocalypse) | Now? It’s a little less simple. She selfishly hopes that there will be a return for normalcy, otherwise all that she’s spent her life working for will become utterly useless. Not dying right off the bat was already a surprise, so Nadia is just hoping to continue surviving.
  
  health |As a child Nadia suffered from an eating disorder and never recovered entirely, as such she is a bit underweight and doesn’t seem to ever eat enough. Undiagnosed, but she also has OCD and finds herself flustered when out of routine and stopped from her rituals.
  
  hobbies | Though it is her job, Nadia treats music equally like her hobby, as in, it’s the thing that takes up most, if not all, of her time. She practices constantly and when she isn’t practicing, she’s listening. Other than that, Nadia enjoys reading and writing, and she also knits and likes taking care of plants, but has to give them to her friends because she’s so often out of town. Her other hobbies don’t get much attention.
  
  habits | Nadia is a creature of habit. Being on the road so often, flying and travelling constantly, you would think she would live a life more sporadic, but she is actually extremely organized. Her belongings are counted, listed, and she is meticulous about everything she does. She has a routine for waking up, a routine for falling asleep, a warm up routine, a pre-show routine, and disruptions to that routine bother her in a very quiet way. She will pick at her skin, scratch or fidget, but refuse to say anything about how it’s bothering her. She taps her fingers or feet often, and under her breath, mutters to herself at times, counting things under her breath to calm herself down.
  
  skills | Aside from being an extremely proficient musician, Nadia knows her way around a social interaction and how to use her looks and charm to get where she needs to go. She doesn’t have too much of a problem twisting the truth and despite her outwardly prissy nature, can be surprisingly crafty in sticky situations if she doesn’t lose her cool, and while she doesn’t look it, Nadia will get her hands dirty if the situation requires it. A locked door is never a locked door to Nadia. If she wants something, she will find some way to get it.
  
  
  
• 「 history 」

  
  background | Nadia Shepherd was not born destined for stardom. In fact, she was not born destined for much of anything. Orphaned at birth, dropped off at a fire station door step, Nadia had no legacy, no support, and no family. In some way, it was helpful to the girl. A spitfire from birth, strong willed and determined, she treated her lack of family like a blank slate, an opportunity to be whatever she wanted to be.
  
  Sometimes her determination got her in the wrong way of things. She bounced between group homes every now and then, but nothing seemed to shake Nadia’s hunger for knowledge and her refusal to be beaten down. She was an avid student; not for school purposes, but for the betterment of her own mind, to keep her busy, to keep her sharp. Nadia treated each interaction like a hurdle to get past, every day like hours to fill doing something productive. Her workaholic tendencies can most definitely be attributed to her orphaned desire to be something, someone, anyone but an orphan.
  
  A teacher in school noticed. Specifically, the middle school orchestra teacher, Mr. Moltona. He put the school cello in her hands and said it was hers to borrow. Nadia had always loved music, and admired it at any chance she could get. He’d caught her skulking around the band room and became her private teacher, acting as the role model and father figure she’d never had. Through this, Nadia found some semblance of an anchor, and her talent in the instrument was surprising even to her band teacher. He pushed her as far as he could, but being a ward of the state, it wasn’t ever easy to go elsewhere for competitions or find the money for more equipment. Still, Mr. Moltona cared for her all throughout middle school, and due to this, her disobedience within foster homes came to an end, because she finally wanted to stay where she was.
  
  In a very unorthodox turn of events, Nadia was adopted at age fifteen. She supposed at that point, she looked like a put together, pretty blonde picture, already rising the ranks of her state’s classical competitions and quite frankly, fully prepared to age out of the system alone. Instead, Tim and Janice Wilkins welcomed her into their rather high-class home and lifestyle, and another chapter of Nadia’s life began.
  
  She didn’t really like her parents. She’d lived fifteen years of her life alone and the way they showered her in love made her almost uncomfortable. They treated her like a doll, and while enthralled with her talents, Nadia hated that her life was suddenly on someone else’s terms, and being asked to do the things she already normally did of her own volition swelled a rage within her that made her feel young and helpless again. Still, three years was enough to bide her time, and without them, she knows that her career would have started that much later. They gladly flung their money her way, purchasing her a new cello, paying every entry fee, and by the time Nadia was old enough to tackle the world legally on her own, her name was already passing through many mouths in the classical world. She kept her orphanage-given last name as a performer's name. Her parents weren’t thrilled about that.
  
  After a few international first place winnings, and a new job with the Los Angeles Philharmonic, Nadia now lives in a whirlwind of fame, performing at night and travelling by day. Her bachelorette lifestyle sustains her well enough to live alone, and what free time is not spent practicing or rehearsing is utilized enjoying her new freedom, her money, and her success.
  
  on hand inventory | In her carry on, a large designer purse,
  
  Her wallet
  Makeup bag
  Feminine products
  Headphones
  iPad
  Laptop
  Charger
  Sheet music
  Sewing kit
  Pencil case
  Pepper spray
  Tin of mints
  Notebook/planner
  Package of one time use hand warmers
  
  And beside her is her cello, which she’s purchased a ticket for. (As you do.)
  
  
  

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coded by solarsaphia.

Spoiler: code free

name | nadia shepherd wilkins

nickname(s) | nadi, dia, but nicknames are mostly reserved for those close to her.

gender | female [she/her].

age | 23

birthday | may 15th

sexuality | bisexual

(former) profession | touring classical musician

height | 5'6"

weight | 115lbs

description | Nadia is a very pretty young woman. She always seems upright and uptight, with small, petite features, a smooth nose and angel bow lips, Nadia is aware of her charm and beauty. She keeps herself well, and knows how to clean up especially so, being accustomed to wearing fancy gowns and dresses. Her naturally blonde hair rests just past her shoulders, and her eyes are a brilliant bright blue.

wardrobe | Nadia is in a constant state of business casual. Dressy blouses, slacks or skirts, heels or fancy flats. She doesn’t leave the house without a touch of natural but present makeup and she doesn’t like to be seen without putting herself together. To catch her in pajamas is a rare occasion.

face claim | milena tscharntke

personality | Nadia has long forgotten what it was like to live on the edge of your wits. Wrapped up in the limelight of her recent rise to success, she’s become a bit haughty. Nadia knows she as good at what she does, or at least, what she used to do, and can get rather cocky. Now accustomed to a lavish lifestyle, Nadia refuses to let go. She’s prissy, posh, and now a little too comfortable with having money in her pocket. If things don’t work out, someone else is usually to blame.

But while Nadia can be a bit hard to reason with, she does have her redeeming qualities. Her work ethic is almost unbelievable, perhaps due to her undeniable stubbornness. Whatever Nadia sets her mind to, she will not stop until it’s done well. She tires very rarely, or at least, refuses to stop what she’s doing rarely. Her touch is delicate, and she’s surprisingly good with her hands. Nimble, slender, and rather athletic, she’s also quick and graceful with her movement. Wearing heels all the time is a skill in itself. Nadia has a great academic mind, and while school wasn’t her favorite, her memory is near eidetic and she seems to have a very book-smarts mentality.

drive (pre apocalypse) | To play around the world, get a Wikipedia page, be remembered and be successful.

drive (post apocalypse) | Now? It’s a little less simple. She selfishly hopes that there will be a return for normalcy, otherwise all that she’s spent her life working for will become utterly useless. Not dying right off the bat was already a surprise, so Nadia is just hoping to continue surviving.

health |As a child Nadia suffered from an eating disorder and never recovered entirely, as such she is a bit underweight and doesn’t seem to ever eat enough. Undiagnosed, but she also has OCD and finds herself flustered when out of routine and stopped from her rituals.

hobbies | Though it is her job, Nadia treats music equally like her hobby, as in, it’s the thing that takes up most, if not all, of her time. She practices constantly and when she isn’t practicing, she’s listening. Other than that, Nadia enjoys reading and writing, and she also knits and likes taking care of plants, but has to give them to her friends because she’s so often out of town. Her other hobbies don’t get much attention.

habits | Nadia is a creature of habit. Being on the road so often, flying and travelling constantly, you would think she would live a life more sporadic, but she is actually extremely organized. Her belongings are counted, listed, and she is meticulous about everything she does. She has a routine for waking up, a routine for falling asleep, a warm up routine, a pre-show routine, and disruptions to that routine bother her in a very quiet way. She will pick at her skin, scratch or fidget, but refuse to say anything about how it’s bothering her. She taps her fingers or feet often, and under her breath, mutters to herself at times, counting things under her breath to calm herself down.

skills | Aside from being an extremely proficient musician, Nadia knows her way around a social interaction and how to use her looks and charm to get where she needs to go. She doesn’t have too much of a problem twisting the truth and despite her outwardly prissy nature, can be surprisingly crafty in sticky situations if she doesn’t lose her cool, and while she doesn’t look it, Nadia will get her hands dirty if the situation requires it. A locked door is never a locked door to Nadia. If she wants something, she will find some way to get it.

background | Nadia Shepherd was not born destined for stardom. In fact, she was not born destined for much of anything. Orphaned at birth, dropped off at a fire station door step, Nadia had no legacy, no support, and no family. In some way, it was helpful to the girl. A spitfire from birth, strong willed and determined, she treated her lack of family like a blank slate, an opportunity to be whatever she wanted to be.

Sometimes her determination got her in the wrong way of things. She bounced between group homes every now and then, but nothing seemed to shake Nadia’s hunger for knowledge and her refusal to be beaten down. She was an avid student; not for school purposes, but for the betterment of her own mind, to keep her busy, to keep her sharp. Nadia treated each interaction like a hurdle to get past, every day like hours to fill doing something productive. Her workaholic tendencies can most definitely be attributed to her orphaned desire to be something, someone, anyone but an orphan.

A teacher in school noticed. Specifically, the middle school orchestra teacher, Mr. Moltona. He put the school cello in her hands and said it was hers to borrow. Nadia had always loved music, and admired it at any chance she could get. He’d caught her skulking around the band room and became her private teacher, acting as the role model and father figure she’d never had. Through this, Nadia found some semblance of an anchor, and her talent in the instrument was surprising even to her band teacher. He pushed her as far as he could, but being a ward of the state, it wasn’t ever easy to go elsewhere for competitions or find the money for more equipment. Still, Mr. Moltona cared for her all throughout middle school, and due to this, her disobedience within foster homes came to an end, because she finally wanted to stay where she was.

In a very unorthodox turn of events, Nadia was adopted at age fifteen. She supposed at that point, she looked like a put together, pretty blonde picture, already rising the ranks of her state’s classical competitions and quite frankly, fully prepared to age out of the system alone. Instead, Tim and Janice Wilkins welcomed her into their rather high-class home and lifestyle, and another chapter of Nadia’s life began.

She didn’t really like her parents. She’d lived fifteen years of her life alone and the way they showered her in love made her almost uncomfortable. They treated her like a doll, and while enthralled with her talents, Nadia hated that her life was suddenly on someone else’s terms, and being asked to do the things she already normally did of her own volition swelled a rage within her that made her feel young and helpless again. Still, three years was enough to bide her time, and without them, she knows that her career would have started that much later. They gladly flung their money her way, purchasing her a new cello, paying every entry fee, and by the time Nadia was old enough to tackle the world legally on her own, her name was already passing through many mouths in the classical world. She kept her orphanage-given last name as a performer's name. Her parents weren’t thrilled about that.

After a few international first place winnings, and a new job with the Los Angeles Philharmonic, Nadia now lives in a whirlwind of fame, performing at night and travelling by day. Her bachelorette lifestyle sustains her well enough to live alone, and what free time is not spent practicing or rehearsing is utilized enjoying her new freedom, her money, and her success.

on hand inventory | In her carry on, a large designer purse,

Her wallet
Makeup bag
Feminine products
Headphones
iPad
Laptop
Charger
Sheet music
Sewing kit
Pencil case
Pepper spray
Tin of mints
Notebook/planner
Package of one time use hand warmers

And beside her is her cello, which she’s purchased a ticket for. (As you do.)

 

[latitha]

Amy Kiang
"ice queen"​

Name: Amy Kiang
Age: 30 years; a Virgo
Gender / Pronouns: female, she/her
Sexuality: demisexual
Profession: general practitioner; worked in a clinic in California

Appearance: [portrayed by Kwon Saem]
The most striking part of her appearance is her angular features. Sporting pronounced cheekbones and a sharp jawline, she has the dignified look of high-society, made even more enchanting by the long and silky curtain of black hair she wears. It flows down over her shoulders in an inky cascade, stopping just above the middle of her back, but she's made a habit of wearing it up and out of her way in a high ponytail or neatly-made bun. Her build is well-kept and athletic, made more for speed rather than strength.
-- Clothing Style: She wears professional and modest clothes, mostly in dark or neutral colors, nothing too eye-catching. Her wardrobe is mostly turtlenecks, button-ups, below the knee skirts, and pantsuits, as well as peacoats and topcoats for the colder season. She only wears flat shoes or small heels, nothing too uncomfortable or flashy.

Motivation: (before apocalypse) separating herself from her family & making a name of her own; (after apocalypse) survival, naturally, but also figuring out how the infection works & how to prevent it
Health: is near-sighted, otherwise in peak condition

Personality:
Amy Kiang is infamous for her no-nonsense attitude. Everyone who has ever run into her knows that she is not the kindest sort, but she isn't outright mean, either. The best way to describe her is cold and aloof, with a bite of snark towards anyone who rubs her the wrong way. She's a woman who has no time for beating around the bush and will say things plainly, which can sour other people's impression of her. She's never let negative opinions get to her, though. In fact, they seem to give her even more drive to do well for herself and succeed, just to spite those who speak ill of her.

Her prickly nature aside, she's a hard-worker with a passion for cats and staying up late to read fantasy books. Being an insomniac, she uses her free-time at night to either get extra work done or lose herself in fictional worlds, whether it be in the pages of a novel or the visuals on a television screen. She's always used media as a way to escape her reality, preferring the comforting fake to the harsh realness of her life -- ironic considering her equal love for pursuing logic and facts.

Hobbies: reading, watching television, cuddling her cat Mei, hiking, trying new foods
Skills: medical knowledge, steady hands, knows how to load and fire a gun (isn't that good at aiming though), keeps a calm head during crisis, is fluent in English and Cantonese

On-Hand Items: basic traveling necessities (clothes, extra pairs of shoes, toothbrush, ect), a few of her favorite books, her phone, home-made first aid kit, wallet with credit card, her glasses

Background:
Her parents were from Hong Kong, China, two wealthy immigrants who moved to the United States in search of a new life for them and their newborn daughter. Focused on success and money, they had little affection to give to Amy, who grew up with heavy expectations. She was naturally of a bright mind, so school was rarely a chore for her, but her relationship with her peers suffered. She was only ever picked out by students in order to be cheated off of and, being a young girl that was desperate for friends, she obliged them, hopeful that perhaps the encounters might lead to friendship. However, that wasn't what would happen. Eventually she would be outed for giving away test answers and the punishment of detention was nothing compared to the tongue-lashing she got at home by both of her parents. They were very open about their disappointment, yet their pride had always been difficult to achieve; they always seemed to find something to chastise her for.

This incident, having been found out as a cheat, was the straw that broke the camel's back. Amy stopped searching for companionship, instead focusing on her own grades and getting the attention of high-profile colleges. Finding one that would accept her was not a hard feat, though, thanks to her family's power and influence, plus her own intellect and high scores. By the time she graduated high school, she was all but guaranteed a spot in a prestigious university in California -- on the other side of the country. She breathed a sigh of relief now that she would have some distance between herself and her overbearing parents, but there was also a lot of anxiety involved. They traveled a lot, sure, but she had never gone by herself. This new life was full of freedom and potential, which excited and terrified her.

Naturally, her father and mother tried to push her into getting a degree in something that would bring in a lot of money, like justice or medical. She begrudgingly agreed, since they were the ones paying for her education, but she didn't expect to genuinely enjoy learning about medicine and how to care for patients. All of it was so fascinating, she couldn't choose just one field to go into, so, inevitably, she decided to become a general practitioner. College classes were more demanding than that of high school, but she did fairly well and soon she was out in the real world, looking for work.

It didn't take long. She would soon find herself a job at a local clinic, one that was used by many rich and famous people. The pay was good -- really good, she would say if she weren't being humble -- but after a few years, the routine became boring. While she shared an apartment with a college friend at first, she saved up enough to buy herself a nice loft apartment, one that wasn't too big and had just enough room for her and her old maiden of a cat, Mei, with some extra room for guests. She had the paycheck for it, sure, but she was not one to indulge in the extravagant. Still, that comfy income would lead to boredom. That was the motivation behind her decision to visit her home, not to see her parents (God, no) but to find a new inspiration, something to reignite her dormant passion.

The last thing she expected was to quite literally crash land into an apocalypse.

 

[kooki]

Name: Raphael Kang

Age: 26 - Although he’s edging into his late twenties, Raphael has a youthful look to him, which leads many people to assume he’s younger than his actual age. His mental age would be of a thirty year old, because he does have a mature mindset.

Gender/Pronouns: He/Him/His - Raphael was born as a male, and is biologically a male. He has never identified himself as anything different.

Sexuality: Bisexual - Raphael is sexually (and romantically) attracted to males and females.

(Former) Profession: Mechanic/Engineer - After graduating at the top of his class, Raphael decided to take a leap into the Auto Mechanics industry where he taught himself about machinery, and hardware related to engineering. With his knowledge and practice, he ended up becoming an engineer.

Clothing Style: Raphael’s entire wardrobe was full of neat, and simple clothing. Whether the occasion was a party, or a formal event, he always managed to maintain his professional look. a white button-up shirt, and black suit pants, along with dress shoes was Raphael’s signature look. The only exception being his workout attire, and sleepwear. His style was quite the contradiction, because his job involved a lot of mess.

Drive (Pre-Apocalypse): Before the outbreak, Raphael’s sole purpose was to serve the people. All he wanted to do was provide his service where it was needed. It kept him on track mentally. Missing a day of work was never an option.

Drive (Apocalypse): In something as traumatic as a worldwide apocalypse, Raphael wants to put his knowledge to good use. He will still strive to tend to people, no matter how serious the injury may be. When the stakes are so high, it truly highlights how passionate, and dedicated Raphael is.

Personality: Strong-willed. Raphael refuses to give up on anything without trying his hardest. Calm, and level-headed. Raphael’s ability to remain calm in intense situations is truly impressive. Kind-hearted. Although he may have a cold exterior, Raphael he means well almost all of the time. Calculative. Raphael has a great memory recall. His analytic mind is often put to use when he’s trying to piece things together.

Cold. Raphael often intimidates others with his unsettling, and seemingly unfriendly demeanour. Stubborn. Raphael can sometimes seem stubborn, because he believes that he is right most of the time. He doesn’t change his mind often, so it can pose a task for others when arguing. Hot-tempered. Raphael can get angered quite easily when others don’t pay attention. This is a characteristic he gained from his profession.

Health: Insomnia.

Hobbies: Reading, writing, singing.

Habits: Trying to always perfect things. Not clocking in enough sleep. Tapping on anything around him.

Skills: Raphael’s most important skill is his ability to tend to most (if not all) wounds. His medical knowledge is very extensive, so he knows the ins and outs of most treatments. Aside from the obvious, Raphael isn’t an awful fighter either considering he practiced defensive combat styles when he was younger.

On-Hand Items: Remnants of a tool kit. A bottle of water, and a watch that contains a photograph of his mother.

Background: In Seoul Korea, October 28th 1994, a baby named Raphael was born. Although the actual conceiving of the child was concise, there was one thing that deemed the pregnancy to be abnormal. There was no fatherly figure in the hospital room. Yes, the mother, Kang Hayoon, headed into the hospital knowing full well that she would leave as a single mother. Even with the added pressure, Hayoon carried the baby, because she knew it would be her only chance at raising a child. When she saw the eyes of her past lover in the baby who laid atop her arms, she felt determined to ensure that he wouldn’t end up like him.

Raphael’s infant years breezed by quite ordinarily. Hayoon was scraping by to afford all of the necessities of raising a baby, but she never made that apparent to others around her. She didn’t want any assistance, because she knew in her heart that she was a capable mother.

Even though Hayoon couldn’t afford to be funding exterior fees, she paid for professional jiu jitsu training for Raphael.

As Raphael aged, Hayoon began to get closer to the “back against the wall” state. Her income wasn’t looking too pretty, and regarding her mental health, she didn’t know how much longer she could cope.

When Raphael became a teenager, his life started to demand dedication. He had quickly acknowledged the fact that his mother was struggling financially, and he could only assume that it led to mental difficulty as well. So whilst Raphael was in the most prestigious school in Korea, he also juggled his education with local jobs, putting his place in school in ultimate jeopardy.

He was a very smart kid, as he always studied in libraries after school. He stayed level-headed, and always was open to new challenges. He was dedicated, and the only thing he ever wanted to earn from high school was enough money to allow his mother to settle down. He made it his mission.

There weren't too many notable things that happened in high school other than his graduation. He was one of the smartest in his class, so it was inevitable that he’d end up graduating at the very top of his class. He took extra education afterwards, working his way towards a potential bachelors degree. His mother dreamed of him becoming an engineer, because the job seemed to fit him perfectly. She knew that her child was strong-willed, and she admired him for it along with everything else.

By the time Raphael had completely finished with education, he had achieved all that he ever wanted. He had raised the income between himself and his mother, and he got the degree he set himself out for.
Raphael set many years after his graduation aside to practice in the mechanical field. Exam after exam he slowly progressed.

Life for Raphael was going great. He had his dream job, he had everything he ever wanted. And when life is so desirable, there’s only ever one way to go. Down.

It all started with that call. He was informed that his qualified hand was needed elsewhere, across seas. And Raphael (having learnt the english language) accepted the request. He booked the next flight he could, and he boarded a plane to the USA. This was a life changing decision, because when he step foot on that plane, life as he knew it was over.

FC/Description: Raphael is 6'2, and he weighs an average amount.

 

[MokaChan]

Name:
❥ Arthur Kincade Wallace

Age:
❥ 32

Gender/Pronouns:
❥ Male | He/Him

Sexuality:
❥ Heterosexual

(Former) Profession:
❥ Farmer (Ages 7-??)
-[Helps when he can.]
❥ Police Officer (Ages 18-25)
-[Fired.]
❥ Belk Cashier/Security (Ages 25-30)
-[Fired.]
❥ Mall Security Guard (Ages 30-??)
[TBD.]

FC/Description:

➮Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ
❥ 6 Feet & 2 inches
❥ 187.96 centimeters
➮Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ
❥ 131 pounds
❥ 59.421 kilograms

➮Bᴏᴅʏ ᴛʏᴘᴇ
❥ Mesomorph
➮Bᴏᴅʏ ғɪɢᴜʀᴇ
❥ Rectangle
➮Fᴀᴄᴇ sʜᴀᴘᴇ
❥ Rectangle/Square
➮Sᴋɪɴ ᴛᴏɴᴇ
❥ Pale
➮Bɪʀᴛʜ ᴍᴀʀᴋs?
❥ None
➮Bᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴍᴀʀᴋs?
❥ He has a few moles on his back and one on the right side of his right wrist.

➮Nᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ
- Dark, Milky Brown.
➮Cᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ
- Dark, Milky Brown.
➮Hᴀɪʀ ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ
❥ Doesn't go to the back his neck.
➮Hᴀɪʀ sᴛʏʟᴇ
❥ Short, Unkempt, and Curly

➮Nᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ
❥ Crystal Blue-Grey
➮Cᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ
❥ Crystal Blue-Grey
➮Eʏᴇ sʜᴀᴘᴇ
❥ Deep Set, Narrowed
➮Gʟᴀssᴇs/ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛs?
❥ None.

➮Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ(s)?
❥ None.
➮Sᴄᴀʀ(s)?
❥ Too many to count.
➮Pɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢ(s)?
❥ None.

Clothing Style:

Spoiler: Clothes Arthur Wears

Drive (Pre-Apocalypse):
❥ Taking care of his family.

Drive (Apocalypse):
(This may change as the story continues.)
❥ Keeping the others safe- especially if there are any children/young adults. He has a soft spot for them, though he won't outwardly admit it.

Personality:
« Negative »
❥ Cold
❥ Distant
❥ Quiet
❥ Hot Tempered
❥ Emotional
❥ Harsh
❥ Self-Centered
❥ Unforgiving
❥ Fighter
❥ Impatient

« Positive »
❥ Kind
❥ Protective
❥ Guilty
❥ Trustworthy
❥ Strong
❥Strong-Willed
❥ Sarcastic
❥ Funny
❥ Empathetic
❥ Helpful
❥ Punctual
❥ Clean
❥ Brutally Honest
❥ Generous
❥ Reliable
❥ Respectful
❥ Committed
❥ Careful
❥ Determined
❥ Hardworking

Health:
❥ He is in good health, though he used to smoke in his younger days. He only did it for a few years and finally decided to stop at the age of 25.
❥ Arthur has a slight allergy to bee/wasp/yellowjacket stings. Not enough to kill him, but he will get severely sick and out down for a few days. He may also act drunk if the allergy gets worse.

Hobbies:
❥ Playing guitar.
❥ Singing.
❥ Reading.
❥ Watching Nascar Races every Sunday.
❥ Cooking. (He's not the best, but he manages.)

Habits:
❥ He has a tendency to avert his gaze, rub his knuckles or thighs, and press his lips together when he feels awkward or uncomfortable.
❥ If he eats some messy food, he will get it all over his face and will not clean himself until he is finished. He doesn't see a reason to bother wiping his mouth when it'll more than likely get messy again.
❥ He might hum or whistle when he's bored or going on a walk.
❥ He tends to yell when he gets really upset.

Skills:
❥ Physically strong.
❥ Quick on his feet & can "squirrel" out of a lot of physical holds.
❥ Knows how to garden/raise crops (like tomatoes, tobacco, etc.).
❥ Knows how to ride and take care of horses.
❥ Knows how to sew.
❥ Knows how to use a revolver, rifle, shotgun, knife, and hatchet.
❥ Knows how to do basic survival techniques (making a fire, reading a compass/map, & tying knots).
❥ Can use the environment to his advantage.
❥ Can intimidate people pretty easily.
❥ Doesn't lie. He always tells the truth, no matter how harsh it is.

On-Hand Items:
❥ Dark Green Backpack | Wallet | Cellphone | Keys For The House/His Car | Journal | A Pack of Pens | Small Lighter | Mini Sewing Kit| A Pack of Peanut M&M's | 2 Water Bottles | American Sniper Book (Hard Cover)

Background:
❥ Having been born on a farm in Tennessee, Arthur helped his family raise and sell the animals and crops. As he grew older, his uncle, whom he was very close to, would take him on hunting trips, where he taught Arthur how to handle a variety of guns, knives, and hold his own in a fist fight. During the weekdays, he would help his parents with the farm and on the weekends, his uncle would show him how to survive if he didn't have much of anything.

He served as an officer after his time at the police academy, but due to tensions between himself and the captain, he was ultimately fired. By the time Arthur turned twenty-five, he had a job working at Belk, a clothing and jewelry store that was part of a large mall. He made sure everything was where it should be and kept the place neat and clean. He would sometimes get jumped by thieves when he had to go home from a night shift, but he wouldn't go down without a fight. He was on his way back home from a trip in Texas back to Tennessee when the plane crashed.

Intercharacter Relationships:
❥ [TBD]

 

[CkSmalling]

Name: Robert King Snr
Age: 26
Gender/Pronouns: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
(Former) Profession: Pilot
FC/Description: Tall, Black handsome with a large scar over his left brow from his trip in the safari, muscular built as he trains in the gym almost all the time. Has 4 distinctive tattoos on his left arm, right arm, left leg and right leg.
Appearance:

Spoiler: Image

Clothing Style: Casual clothes almost every single day due to his profession and t-shirt and jeans when he is off duty.
Drive (Pre-Apocalypse): Cadillac Escalade.
Drive (Apocalypse): N/A
Personality: (At least 3 positive, 3 negative)
Positive:

1. Charming
2. Outgoing
3. Brave

Negative:

1. Trusts to easily
2. fear of amputation
3. arrogant

Health:
He is in fine health since he goes to the gym almost everyday.

Hobbies:

1. Cooking
2. reading flight journals and novels.
3. training in his free time

Habits:
Sometimes he can hide in a secluded spot and just read books.
Like to go on walks without telling anybody.

Skills:
Master Chef
basic survival training
Basic flight mechanics

On-Hand Items:
Mobile Phone
Bluetooth Headphones
House keys
Locket with a picture of his daughter(died of cancer)

Background:
Robert was a simple man with simple goals. To be the best father he can be by taking the advice given by his parents. He lived in a suburban home in Dallas, Texas with his ex and daughter. He was a chef at first but after getting a devastating call from his daughter that she has stage 4 pancreatic cancer, the world flipped upside down. He quit his career to take care of his daughter. His wife cheated with his best friend and left him alone to take care of his child. He spent months researching on the cancer and possible solutions but he came out empty. After 6 months, she finally succumbed to the disease. Devastated and heartbroken, he picked himself up and went back to flight school to get retrained as he was out of the flight game for a while.

Intercharacter Relationships: N/A

 

[Jewel]

Name: Beck Donathan

• basics
• personality
• background

• 
  Age: 26
  Gender/Pronouns: He/Him
  Sexuality: TBD
  (Former) Profession: Farm hand
  FC/Description:
  - benoit marechal (young)
  
  
  Clothing Style: T-shirts, tank tops, vests, flannel, leather, denim, and more!
  
  Drive (Pre-Apocalypse): That's just it. See, Beck doesn't really have a whole lot of drive. He likes being on the ranch and the work is good-- but he doesn't have a whole lot of drive or sense of purpose in his life. He'd like to settle down maybe, get married someday, but also, he doesn't think he's ready. He wants more from his life but he feels stuck in the path he's dug himself.
  
  Drive (Apocalypse): The apocalypse makes Beck a man of action. No longer does he have to worry about the woes of everyday life-- now his biggest concerns are over protecting people, killing zombies, and staying alive. His drive is to protect whoever he can with the skills that he has.
  
• 
  Personality: (At least 3 positive, 3 negative)
  Beck is a trouble-rousin' louth-mouthed gun-slingin' libertarian redneck who hates politics and loves a pint of cold beer.
  He's Good; Beck cares about helping other people and lending a helping hand. He's loyal, honest, and wants others to succeed. He's not the back-stabbing kind, and he's not all in it for himself.
  He's Brave; Beck isn't afraid to head into dangerous situations when it could mean saving somebody else. He won't hesitate to put his life on the line to save someone he cares about.
  He's Self-Assured; Beck trusts his gut and believes strongly in the things he does. He isn't afraid to stand up for what he thinks is right and he won't hide his opinions. He is self-reliant, confident, and a man of action.
  
  He's Brash; Beck says what's on his mind. He speaks up for what he believes in, even if his opinion is highly unpopular. He won't back down from a verbal argument and will pick fights with people if he thinks they're wrong.
  He's Insensitive; Beck is not the most empathetic person in the world, and he's not all too entirely in-touch with his own feelings, or with the feelings of others. He's not the guy you'll go to for comfort.
  He's Stubborn; Beck likes to do things the way he likes to do things.
  
  Health: (disabilities & such; please be respectful): None, really
  Hobbies: "I ride horses and rope." (he would say he has no hobbies, he just works, but his hobbies are actually: fishing, hunting, darts, day-drinking, and shooting the shit)
  Habits: He gnaws on toothpicks, he spits, he purses his lips, he whistles, he hums.
  Skills:
  - He knows his way around livestock (including: horses, cattle, dogs, goats, sheep, bulls)
  - He knows how to shoot a variety of guns and other ammunition-based weaponry (rifles, mechanical crossbows, darts,)
  - He knows how to fish
  - He knows how to kill and clean an animal
  - He knows basic camping technics (how to start a fire, setting up shelter, setting up traps)
  
  On-Hand Items: (please be realistic; things characters would bring on the plane)
  - Beef jerky (a necessity)
  - Leather wallet containing: family photo, cash, ID, credit card
  
• 
  Background (Condensed):
  - Beck was raised on his family farm in Texas. He grew up and spent nearly all of his life there. He didn't go to college, but has been working on the family farm since he was eleven.
  - Beck spent his youthful summers camping, fishing, hunting, and swimming down by the lake with his brother and his cousins. His brother's name is Seth and he is two years older than Beck.
  - Beck has two hunting hounds back home named Jasper and Heckle. He loves them to death and lets them sleep in his bed with him at night.
  - Beck boarded this plane with his old man. They're leaving a wedding and heading out on a hunting trip.
  
  Intercharacter Relationships: TBD
  

 

[AceTheLizardKing]

Name: Zack Taylor Herragis

Age: 24

Gender/Pronouns: Male He/Him/His

Sexuality: Pansexual

(Former) Profession: He was a plant caretaker at a local nursery as his "professional" job, but doubled as a deviant (think pickpocket/thief/petty crime type things), largely due to the fact he's dirt poor and grew up in a bad neighborhood and thus claims he "doesn't know any different".

FC/Description: 5'6 and around 180lbs. He's fairly short, but due to living a somewhat hard life (and lifting huge plants all day long) he's decently muscular and in good shape. He has a spade tattooed on his throat and an arm sleeve (right arm) that is comprised of various flowers and plants. He has an eyebrow piercing (left) and his ears are pierced in multiple places, the lobes of which are slightly gauged.

Clothing Style: Style wise, his bronze colored hair is usually worn spiked up, but when it's not styled, it is long enough to hang in his grey colored eyes. He wears primarily dark colors, a faded grey hoodie and jeans as well as black steel toed boots. (He's dropped too many pots and broken his toes too many times.)

Drive (Pre-Apocalypse): His primary goal in life is to survive. Coming from an abusive background, all he wants is a place to live, money enough to eat with and the ability to take care of his plants.

Drive (Apocalypse): Honestly? It's not much different than before the apocalypse. The chance of death is just a little bit higher. That's all.

Personality: On the positive side of things, he's witty and sarcastic in a dry humor sort of way. His sense of determination and resilient nature in times of crisis and struggle will prove useful to him and whatever allies he has. On the negative though, due to years of abuse he doesn't trust easily and his criminal background makes it hard for him to make friends. He will do whatever it takes to survive, and that is no exaggeration. He'll take care of himself and his allies, but anyone else better stay out of his way.

Health: He's fairly fit from long hours of carrying around heavy plants, though he has an old shoulder injury (left) that never healed quite right. It's left him with a limited range of movement and mobility in his arm/shoulder, as well as moderate to severe chronic pain flare ups. Outside of that, he smokes, and while it's not a heavy habit (he can't afford to buy more than a pack or two a month) it is still an addiction and likely has a minor impact on his young lungs.

Hobbies: Gardening, reading about plants, bonsai, botany. Any plant related hobby that's out there, he either 1) does or 2) has done.

Habits: He smokes and has a bad habit of not sleeping when he should. He also flinches any time a sudden loud noise happens, or someone touches him when he isn't expecting the contact.

Skills: He's great at growing most plants, including fruits, herbs and vegetables and is a walking encyclopedia when it comes to knowing what can and can't be eaten in the wild. He also has a knack for breaking into cars without setting off their alarms.

On-Hand Items: A book about the art of bonsai, a brand new carton of cigarettes, a lighter, a journal that's filled with personal notes on gardening/his own plants, a pen, a backpack to put it all in, a metal water bottle and a granola bar.

Background: He's on this plane trip to explore a national park (not the one they land in, unfortunately). He's heard it's mushroom season and wanted to get a chance to study various fungi. His boss at the plant nursery funded the trip, hoping that Zack would bring back knowledge that would help them build a special cave like greenhouse to grow mushrooms in. He ran away from home at the age of 15 due to the horrible physical abuse and neglect he experienced there. He lived more or less on the streets where he started up his life of crime as a car burglar and pickpocket. Sometime shortly after a close call with the police and nearly going to juvi, he broke into the nursery he works at now (due to seeing trees ripe with fruit). He was caught by the owner, but instead of calling the police on him or throwing him out, he offered Zack a job (that was to be paid under the table until he was legally old enough to work there). This single act of kindness is what kept his life of crime from getting any worse, as well as sparked his passion for plants.

Intercharacter Relationships: N/A yet! (But open to ideas from others!)

 

[KayCooper]

Name: Bel Arbeider

Age: 24

Gender/Pronouns: CisMale He/Him

Sexuality: Bisexual
(Former) Profession: Former Military. Currently works as a mechanic

Description: Bel is 6’0 with black hair, green eyes, and relatively pale skin. He keeps his hair short and swept to one side to keep it out of his face. He’s pretty physically fit from his time in the military, and spends most of his freetime working out. After turning 18, in an act of rebellion against his mother, he started to get tattoos which now litter his body. He has a black rose and butterfly on his shoulder, a rune on his hip, and a few more scattered across his body that he doesn’t remember getting. In addition to the tattoos, he also has his ears pierced.

Clothing Style: Despite growing up in a wealthy household with access to whatever clothing he wanted, Bel has no interest in fashion. He wears ratty, worn out clothes as a form of protest against his mother’s more refined and expensive tastes. Baggy sweatshirts, t-shirts, ripped jeans, and black leather boots usually make up his outfit.


Drive (Pre-Apocalypse): Bel was not a very motivated person graduating from high school. He was angry with his mother, who had long since pretended he didn’t exist, and did what he could to get attention from her. Usually that meant resorting to minor crimes. After the military he found himself in a depression, not really knowing what he wanted to do with his life and doing his best not to fall into patterns of delinquency.

Drive (Apocalypse): The apocalypse was a good thing for Bel, it kicked him out of his rut and gave him a purpose. Even if that purpose is to kill the undead and keep himself alive.

Personality:

Positive:

+ Natural Survival

+ Independent

+ Intelligent

Negative:

- Depressed

- Easily Angered

- Naturally distrustful


Health: Outside of his smoking and drinking problem, Bel is a healthy person. He works out regularly, and does what he can to eat well.

Hobbies:

• Car Repair
• Kick boxing

Habits:

• Smoking
• Drinking
• He fidgets with things when he’s nervous.
• Constantly chewing on the end of pens, cigarettes, etc.

Skills:

• Lock picking
• Hot wiring cars
• Car and motorcycle maintenance
• Hand to hand combat
• Knows how to fire a gun.

On-Hand Items:

Military issue-backpack, Wallet, cellphone, charger, change of clothes, bottle of water, cigarettes, lighter, bottle of whiskey, dog tags, earring, folding knife, multi-tool, duct tape, Ibuprofen.

Background: – Bel was born to a wealthy single mother in Rotterdam, Holland, who only wanted him to further her own ambitions. She felt that a child would offer her more leverage in her political pursuits as it made her more personable. Bel was left to deal with the fact that his mother had no real maternal instincts at a young age and as such, found himself frequently on his own. He learned how to take care of himself, without needing someone to lean on. He did, however, seek his mother’s approval for a long time during his teens. Starting off with small acts of vandalism, or acting out in school, he soon upgraded to far larger crimes. Drugs, alcohol, and partying aggravated his criminal streak. After graduating from high school, he was arrested for grand theft auto after stealing his mother’s most recent boyfriend’s car. This resulted in him almost getting sent to prison for grand theft auto. Bel’s mother agreed to keep him out of prison under the stipulation that he enlist in the military. He stayed for four years, and since then has been working odd jobs while trying to stay out of trouble. He moved to America, hoping that getting away from his mother and her influence, would help him turn his life around.


Intercharacter Relationships: None