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[Bravado]

CHARACTER SHEET

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APPROVED CHARACTERS

Colton Butler, Penned by Bravado
Eleanor Torres, Penned by reamy
Trinity Marie Sessou, Penned by Rayvian
Seraphina Myles, Penned by Noivian
Isaac Matthews, Penned by KittOnyx
James Gray, Penned by Taco
Uriah Sloane, Penned by Spellsword_Kirov
Riley McBride, Penned by geminiy
Elyse Karmin, Penned by enterelysium
Benjamin Rockfurth Jr. Penned by Kuromi_Jiro
Isabella Ager, Penned by Nessi

 

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Name: Trinity Marie Sessou

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Appearance: Trinity is all warm brown skin and hard muscles. Her eyes are dark brown in color and hold a sharpness to them, some have said that they seem to look right through them. Trinity has a rather large Afro that's soft to the touch. She’s been told that it feels like raw cotton. Because of the outbreak she keeps it braided down, so that it doesn’t get in her way. Trinity stands at 5’7 and weighs around 146lbs, she has a mesomorph body type.

Personality: Most people tend to think that Trinityis a intimidating person from looks alone. And they’re right but she’s not as bad as most would think. She can be a social person when she wants her she’s someone who enjoys her alone time as well. Trinity is hard working and can be a little intense. She has a tendency to push herself to the limit. She’s not afraid to make tough decisions either. Underneath her tough exterior is a compassionate person.

Trinity is also confrontational person, which has gotten her into a fair amount of trouble. She tends to overthink things at times, which causes her to worry. She can be a bit of an asshole as well. She’s blunt to a fault almost.

Trinity doesn't really care about how others feel about her. She can be stuck in her ways and closed off. She's someone who values her freedom and space, because of this she tends to push people away when she feels like she's trapped and has her back against the wall. Trinity is someone who minds her own business and stays in her lane, she doesn't like drama at all and tries her best to stay out of it. She’s an observant individual who notices things that others might not.

Occupation (Pre-outbreak): Stunt Double, Material Artist, Personal Trainer

Skills: Material Arts, Bōjutsu, Sword Fighting, Agile, Flexible, Cooking

Weakness: Partially blind her in left eye. Trinity can still see out of her left eye but can only make out shapes and outlines, details are harder to see.

Inventory:

• Bō
• Katana
• Granola Bars
• Bottles of Water
• Canned Foods (Fruits, Beans, Ect)
• Keys
• iPhone
• Clothes

Relationships:

• Amadi & Afi Sessou - Imani and her weren’t were extremely close. They always made sure that she was well taken care of. The two of them were understanding parents who pushed their child to be the best she could be. They didn’t make it sadly. Amadi had turned and bit his wife, Trinity was the one to put them down.
• Imani Sessou - Like any sisters the two of them fought but their love for one another is obvious. They’ve always had a friendly sibling rivalry even as adults. The two of them can tell each other anything. During the tome of the outbreak Imani was out of town. Trinity doesn’t know if she’s alive or not.

History: Trinity was born to two Benin immigrants. They came to America believing that their children would have better opportunities there. Despite their situation Trinity had the life of any other child. Her household was not the richest but it was loving. She had her parents and sister beside her. She became interested in material arts and stunt work when she was around sixteen years old. Her parents didn’t support her, thinking she could never make a proper career out of it. Nonetheless Trinity continued on with her dream, eventually becoming a well known material artist and stuntman.

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» BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Sierra Brookes
Faceclaim: Ana De Armas
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Occupation (Pre-outbreak): Trainee-Nurse

Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Brunette
Height | Weight: 5'6 | 122 Ibs
Tattoos | Piercings: A Small Bird Silhouette On Her Ankle | Her Ears Piereced

» PERSONALITY;
Note: WIP
Sierra is most quiet, unless spoken to. However, once you get her talking, she will not shut up. She has a golden-heart, though most would call her sensitive, or say that she wears her heart on her slevee—which would be correct. She is helpful, always ready to jump into a situation if it meant that no one else was hurt. Her sensitivity, though a strength of hers, is also a weakness in this situation. She cannot, and will not, leave anyone behind unless it is, in her eyes, truly necessary.

» HISTORY;
Sierra was born and raised in Blackstone, Virginia along side her younger brother, Tyler. Their dad had died when she was three, her brother two, leaving their mom a single mother struggling to make ends meet, with three different jobs. Though life was hard, never once did any of them complain, and when Sierra turned ten, she began to pick up odd small jobs, whether it was babysitting, house-sitting or simply helping out some old folk in her neighbourhood. Any and all money she earned went towards their living expenses. During that time, Sierra decided that she liked helping others out, and looked into nursing school; She always had good grades in school.

Around the time she had graduated high school, her mom had married their step-father, and soon she no longer had to work three jobs—only the one—and life was looking up for them all. Sierra went to nursing school, and by time she was 24, she was a nurse-in-training.

On the day of the outbreak, nothing had been out of the ordinary. She had only just begun her shift. People came in with various of injuries, sicknesses—though quite a few had bite marks, yet they weren't acting like those in other countries. How wrong she had been. Only hours had passed before screams rocked the hospital, and more people had been bitten; it was exactly how the media had portrayed it. As she had just started her lunch break, Sierra grabbed her bag and all of her belongings from her locker and made a break for it. Mass hysteria and panic had rocked her city almost immediately. After running for her life through back alleys and away from anyone and everyone, Sierra had made it to her apartment and locked herself away. This would all blow over in a week, two? The Governments around the World had already begun progress on a cure, and the advice that WHO and the CDC had given was to simply stay indoors and wear protective clothing. She was safe, alongside her cat, Daisy.

That had been four weeks ago. The World had been defeated. She needed to find a safe place, and fast, as well as more food. With that in mind, Sierra began to pack up.

» MISCELLANEOUS;
● | Skills:
● | Basic/Intermediate Knowledge of First-Aid
● | Basic Knowledge of Outdoor Survival
● | Basic Knowledge of Map and Compass Reading
● | Basic Knowledge of Cooking
● | Basic/Intermediate Knowledge of Medicines

✦✦✦ |Backpack Inventory:
✦✦✦ |Flashlight
✦✦✦ |Matches
✦✦✦ |Switchblade
✦✦✦ |Taser
✦✦✦ |Dead iPhone
✦✦✦ |iPhone Charger
✦✦✦ |Dead Battery Pack
✦✦✦ |Travel First Aid Kit
✦✦✦ |Water Bottle
✦✦✦ |Hot Water Bottle (Heating Pad)
✦✦✦ |One Packet of Paracetamol (20 Tabs)
✦✦✦ |Half-Empty Bottle of Advil
✦✦✦ |Hoodie
✦✦✦ |Three Granola Bars
✦✦✦ |One Can of Tomato Soup
✦✦✦ |Keys

✦✦✦ |Cat Carrier Inventory:
✦✦✦ |Five Small Tins of Cat Food
✦✦✦ |Harness
✦✦✦ |Cat Bowl

❥ | Relationships:
❥ |Her Mom (Unknown)
❥ |Her Dad (Deceased)
❥ |Her Step-Dad (Unknown)
❥ |Her Brother (Unknown)
❥ |Her American Wirehair Cat, Daisy (Alive)
❥ |Her Best Friend (Deceased/Zombie)

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[Japanime]

Name: Liam Johnson
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Underneath all his gear, Liam is a very muscular man with tan skin. He has bright blue eyes that easily draws others to them. He has a plain hairstyle with short dark brown hair. Liam wears the gear for protection and the mask to hide himself. He is 6'2 and weighs about 210 lbs.
Personality: Liam possesses a highly sarcastic and great sense of humor that irritates and annoys most people. He feels no shame and can make a joke out of any situation.
Occupation (Pre-outbreak): Soldier
Skills: Adept in multiple forms of martial arts, expert swordsman and marksman, very agile, unpredictability, and fluent in multiple languages.
Inventory: Two ka-bar knives, two SIG Sauer M17 handguns, a large canteen, and canned food.
Relationships:
Father - Left ever since he was young. Ended on okayish terms. (Deceased)

Mother - Ended on great terms. Misses every now and then. Very close relationship. (Deceased)
History: Liam grew up in a rough neighborhood. Most of the time, kids and teenagers played sports outside but things would often end in a fight or arguing or someone getting aggressive. As a kid, Liam got laughed at a lot because of his mental issues and didn't make very many friends. He was already dealing with stuff at home, such as his father being an alcoholic and abusive and his parents being on the verge of a divorce. Eventually they did, and they moved to Pennsylvania. The divorce hit Liam hard and it didn't help his bipolar disorder. As Liam grew up, he discovered an interest in the Army and decided he wanted to enlist. As he was away from home, the breakout occurred so he geared up and headed home.

 

[Noivian]

Name: Seraphina "Sera" Myles
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Appearance: Seraphina sports fiery red hair that curls and reaches down past her shoulders, and bright green eyes, her face dotted with freckles. She stands about 5'6" and weighs around 140 lbs. Often times her hair will be pulled back into a ponytail or done up in a bun. She tends to wear practical and simple clothes, t-shirts and jeans with hoodies and boots. Easy to clean and easy to remove if need be.
Personality: Seraphina is compassionate and level-headed, though she struggles socially. She's good at both taking directions and giving directions, and has no qualms making the hard calls if need be. Her heart is always with the animals, being a veterinarian in training, though that doesn't mean she can't stand humans. Friends for her are hard to make but easy to keep. The initiation she always struggles with. Pressure to lead, however, will often force her to put on a persona and pretend she's not as awkward as she really is.
Occupation (Pre-outbreak): College student, Vet school
Skills: General first aid, general animal handling, general animal training, able to perform surgery, basic medicine knowledge, basic botany knowledge, basic camping knowledge
Inventory:

- A duffel bag

Spoiler: Contents

Assorted canned food (Corn, beans, chili, spam) roughly a week's worth for one person.
2 of the 1 gallon bottles of water, one written "human" and one written "horse" on the labels in sharpie.
5 navel oranges
3 apples
8 carrots
A bag of oats

A set of simple street clothes
A baseball bat with nails driven into it
A horse brush
A horse blanket
A saddle pad, saddle, and bridle​

Relationships:

Misty - Seraphina's trusty steed. Alive and well, 7 years old.
Hazel Myles - Seraphina's mother. Status unknown, 57 years old.
Steven Myles - Seraphina's father. Status unknown, 60 years old.
Arlo Myles - Seraphina's little brother. Status unknown, 20 years old.​

History:

Seraphina was born and raised in New York City. From a young age she had displayed a love of animals, showing as early as three years old when she spent more time with the family cat than with children her own age. Sera went through her high school years already knowing she wanted to go to college to be a veterinarian, and promptly applied to Ohio State University. Her parents and little brother celebrated with her when she got her acceptance letter, and it wasn't long before she was packing her bags and moving three states over to pursue the career of her dreams.

When the infection hit, Seraphina didn't believe it at first. The dead, walking? What kind of nonsense was that? It wasn't until she was off campus doing some hands-on training that she got her first taste of what the infected were doing. She and the rest of the class looked on in horror as a zombie bit into their professor. It was a small class, but that didn't change the amount of chaos that erupted in that barn. Horses whinnied and kicked at the sound of screaming and the threat of the zombie nearby. A brave student attempted to free their teacher, only to have the once human professor turn on him and bite into his neck. That's when Sera knew she had to get out of there. Calming down Misty, the horse she had been working with, she swiftly fastened a saddle and bridle and hopped on, spurring the horse forwards and riding out. Zombies were slowly filling the streets, and she knew it was only a matter of time before the military started coming in and gunning down anything that moved. Sera took the nearest truck with a horse trailer attached, led Misty inside and closed the trailer, before snagging the keys from inside and pulling out of there. She had to get to her family, she had to get them out of New York if they weren't already.

She only made it to New Hope, Pennsylvania before the tank ran empty.​

 

[KittOnyx]

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[div class=box_text] Hair Color: Dark brown Eye Color: Hazel Height|Weight: 5'10" | 145 lbs Distinguishing Features: Mole on left cheek and chin Brief Description: Isaac is toned. He ran track in high school and played a little rugby. He is lean and fairly strong for his size. He has shaggy brown hair that he frequently runs his hands through and dark hazel eyes.

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[div class=box_text]Isaac is a quiet brooding type. Usually one to stay on the sidelines and watch rather than engage. He doesn't like to put himself in the middle of drama but he's also no going to idly sit by and watch someone get ganged up on, either. He doesn't like to drink or party, both things remind him of his father. He can be a little forgetful but he does his best. Isaac gives off the typical jock vibes but he's not abrasive or aggressive.

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[div class=box_text] Occupation (Pre-Breakout): TA (Teaching Assistant) History: When the outbreak started, Isaac was in the TA office for the university he worked for at the time. He was grading papers and generally keeping to himself. The only thing that alerted him that something was wrong was the sudden screaming he heard coming from the halls. He took a quick peak out the door expecting to yell at some frat boys but was greeted by the site of a girl being bitten by someone who seemed... off, to say the least. Then another student was tackled in the hallway and immediately started getting torn to shreds. Isaac was in absolute shock and locked himself into the office and turned on the radio to see what was going on. There wasn't much information out yet but he heard news that some cities had already started being evacuated. Luckily for Isaac he had parked close to the building that day and was able to make it out to his little beater of a car without much incident. His drive home was chaotic, however, as he watched the carnage around him continue to grow. When he got home to check on his mother, she was already gone but had left a note for him on the kitchen table. Heading somewhere safe. I love you. I'll find you. That was all it read. Isaac shoved the note into his pocket and booked it out of the house. He didn't give a second thought to grab extra supplies or anything, he just wanted to find his mother. He was on his search when he came across HollyHedge Estate. It is the millionth place he has checked so far, at least it felt like it to him, but he still hasn't found a whiff of where his mother disappeared to.

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[div class=box_text] Skills:

+Basic First Aid Training​

+Fast Runner​

+Sportsman-like agility​

+Cooking​

+Fist Fighter​

Inventory:

-Backpack -Half pack of cigarettes -Lighter -Keys -Wallet -Graded Papers

-Black and Red Pens -Thermos -Can of Corn -Can of Tuna -Denim Jacket -4-way Tire Iron

Relationships: Mother - Theresa Monet Evans-Matthews - Isaac was very close with his mother. He stayed with her after his father left and helped her take care of their house. Father - Oliver Scott Matthews - Estranged Sister - Katherine Marie Matthews - Estranged

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[Taco]

Name: James Michael Gray, prefers Michael.
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Appearance:

(Faceclaim: Dylan O'Brien)
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Chestnut Brown
Height: 6'1"

Michael is tall and quite lean. He's not super muscular, but he's definitely not overweight. His dark brown hair is usually kept clean and semi-short, but it's been getting a little unruly as of late. He doesn't like having facial hair much, so his face is clean-shaven most of the time. Clothing-wise, Michael prefers to wear long pants, usually jeans, and a short-sleeved t-shirt with a jacket or sweatshirt over it.

Personality: Michael is a very talkative person, to put it lightly. He finds speaking comforting and he does it a lot, sometimes to himself and sometimes to strangers. He likes to look at the glass as half full rather than half empty and always tries to make the best of the situation he's in. Being a nurse, Michael has learned to adapt quickly and is flexible with people. He's also really patient and a good people person in general. However, Michael can get a bit cocky if he's praised too much and he's a little impulsive, for better or for worse. He will also usually bottle up his emotions until he's fit to burst.
Occupation (Pre-Outbreak): Nurse
Skills:

• Medical Training
• Charismatic
• Flexibility/Adaptability

Inventory:

• Nurse's Scrubs
• Clothes
• Assorted Food (Granola bars, some fruits, etc.)
• Metal Water Bottle
• iPhone
• Keys
• Wooden Baseball Bat

Relationships:
Father - Tyler William Gray: Michael's biological father. They were semi-close but Tyler passed away due to complications with cancer when Michael was only eight years old. This seeded Michael's interest in the medical field.
Mother - Jessica Chance Gray: Michael's biological mother. Obviously, James was much closer to his mother because she was there for him for his whole life, up to this point. She supported him through thick and thin and he wouldn't be the same person now without her. After the outbreak, Michael lost contact with his mother but still holds out hope that she's alive somewhere.
Older Brother - Devin Riley Gray: Michael's biological brother. They were fairly close but, because of their nine-year age gap, it was difficult for the two to connect during their younger years. After Michael started attending high school, his brother moved out and went to the other side of the country. They haven't spoken much since.
Younger Brother - Nicholas Tyler Gray: Michael's biological brother. Michael was much closer to his younger brother than his older, although they still had their difficulties. The death of their father when they were both young brought them closer together than Michael and Devin. Michael occasionally visited his brother and mother for holidays or long weekends but hasn't within the last few months.
History: Michael was born in Bloomington, Minnesota to a mildly successful lawyer and a stay-at-home mom. His life was good, albeit uneventful, for the first five years of his life. He had loving parents, got along with his brother, and had lots of friends. But nothing gold can stay, and Michael's father was diagnosed with a form of brain cancer. A year later, Michael's younger brother, Nicholas, was born. Two years after that, his father passed away. After going through elementary school, Michael's mother decided it would be best for the family if they were to move to Scranton, Pennsylvania. There, Michael's mother found work at a paper supplier while he and his brothers finished schooling. As Michael started his first year of high school, his older brother moved to California and hasn't been around much since. Then, Michael went on to college and nursing school at Penn State, leaving his mother and brother behind. After working vigorously, he achieved the status of a registered nurse and moved to a small apartment in Doylestown to work at a hospital there.

Michael was at that very hospital when everything went to hell. He was called into work on one of the few days he got off, so he begrudgingly accepted. When he arrived, he noticed how many people lined the hallways despite looking healthy enough. It was strange, but nothing to write home about. After a few hours, chaos erupted. Bloodcurdling screaming rang out from all around the hospital as people started cannibalizing each other before heavily armed police showed up and started killing dozens of patients while escorting nurses and doctors out. Crimson stained the walls, bodies littered the floor, and more screams could be heard both inside and outside of the hospital. Before Michael knew it, he was in the middle of the apocalypse. He grabbed what little belongings he could scrape up from his apartment before running. He didn't know where he was going and he didn't care. Eventually, Michael stumbled across the HollyHedge Estate and took refuge with another group of survivors there.

 

[Goonfire]

Name: Uriah Sloane
Age: 19
Gender: Male

Appearance:

Spoiler: Uriah

Uriah’s body is lean, toned, and fit; not much bulky muscle or fat. His hair falls within the warm honey-blonde range and is kept short, while his eyes are a light hazel with blue flecks. He has a sun-tan from years of outdoor activities. When listening to him talk, he has a faint southern drawl, which becomes more evident if he speaks passionately on a subject. Uriah’s clothing is usually layered—more now than before—so he can stow garments on warmer days and don them as temperatures drop. While he isn’t picky regarding pants, he takes jeans or something of similar durability if given the choice. He carries most of his items in a backpack or his pockets.

Personality:
Uriah is clever and resourceful, but a dash reckless and impulsive as a result of his relative inexperience. He slightly overestimates his own capabilities, though not grossly or dangerously so. He is often accommodating and docile unless asked to do something that conflicts with his reasonable moral compass (don’t betray friends, don’t murder innocents, etc.), or forced to defend himself and others. It’s common for him to add “Mr.” or “Miss” onto someone’s name if they’re much older, and he displays good manners.

Occupation (Pre-outbreak): College student, automotive engineering major
Skills:

• Athletics - Four years of high-school baseball, as well as several more years hiking with his father, have left Uriah with well-above-average physical endurance.
• Survival - He can do the basics: pitch a tent, start a campfire, etc.
• Languages - He is fluent in English, though his Spanish needs work. He at least speaks the latter well enough to understand and be vaguely understood.
• Mechanics - His old car was a piece of crap, which drove him to study automotive engineering (no pun intended). He can make repairs to a ground vehicle, if he can find the proper tools.

Inventory:

• Adjustable wrench
• Glock 17M w/ 4 rounds
• Empty glass bottle
• Protein bar
• Aspirin - 8 tablets
• Safety goggles
• Toilet paper - 2 rolls

Relationships:

• His parents, whom he hasn’t seen in almost a week. Status: unknown.

History:
Uriah is the son of an FBI agent and an Air Force pilot. He enjoyed outdoor activities such as camping and fishing at a young age. Academically, he was consistently above average, in the mid to upper ‘B’ range. He was a solid mathematician, though nothing particularly special. He seldom visited shooting ranges with his dad, which he now sorely regrets.

Things went awry shortly after his 19th birthday. With the plague spreading like wildfire, the Sloanes and several neighbors and friends fled the suburbs in search of a safe haven. Differing ideas among the survivors resulted in a lot of infighting. One night, a heated argument distracted most of the survivors, and a horde forced them to make a disorganized retreat. Uriah, who had tried to grab some dropped items, was separated and forced to shoot his way through several infected, using one of his father’s guns. With no extra ammo and a fast-waning supply of food and water, he had little choice but to join another ragtag group of survivors.

 

[Bravado]

Name: Colton Butler
Age: 29
Gender: Male (he/him)
Appearance: Colton is tall and stocky, standing at 6'1 with wide shoulders. His build matches one of a man who's worked construction his whole life, with muscular shoulders and an abundance of upper-arm strength. His style tends to stick towards neutral or dark colors with simple garments; a jacket, t-shirt, and some jeans. His jaw is square, framing a rather proportional face. His nose is pointed, though a bit crooked. His hair, short in length and slicked back, is dark brown in color. Colton's eyes are a dark blue-green color, though they tend to change colors often, ranging from being more blue or more green depending on either his mood or the environment he's in. On Colton's right wrist there are very distinct tear scars.
Personality: Colton is a very independent person, thriving in environments where he can be alone and tend to his own needs. He isn’t that good of a team player and never has been. It was a learned behavior attributed to his troubled childhood. Despite his independence, Colton can be a compassionate and kind person given the right circumstances and the right people, though his compassion extends mostly to wildlife and nature.

He is realistic and down to earth, one of his core beliefs is that everything returns to the ground and as such, that ground needs to be taken care of. He is extremely conscious of the effects he has on nature and treats it with the utmost respect and care. When he is feeling too engulfed in the whims of the civilized world he will take a few weeks to live in the wild, where he hunts for himself and reconnects with nature.

Colton is strong and won’t take very much without pushing back. He does what he believes to be right and what he thinks results in the best outcome for him and whoever he considers to be important.
Occupation (Pre-outbreak): Dog Trainer
Skills:

• Physical Strength
• Dog Obedience Training
• Archery
• Basic Tracking
• Simple First Aid

Inventory:

• Hiking Pack
  Spoiler: Contents

  12 ft of rope, binoculars (10x), Compass, Matchbook (20 matches), Flashlight, Personal First Aid Kit
• Two (2) Water Bottles
• Hunting Knife
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• Recurve Bow
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• Quiver of ten (10) arrows

Relationships: Hera, companion dog, female

Spoiler: Hera's Appearance

History:
Birth to Elementary School

Colton was born in the Southern part of Virginia to two meth dealers. He was born healthy and comfortable thanks to the considerable money his parents made from their illicit dealings. They weren’t the type to get high off of their own supply but that didn’t mean that the product wasn’t around and in abundance. When he was 3 Colton had almost gotten into some of the drugs and rather than being concerned for his well-being, his parents were more worried about what damage he could do to their supply. He was punished severely and wound up with bruises all across his backside. Needless to say, he didn’t wonder anywhere close to their supply anymore.

The year he turned 5 was the year he started school. Thanks to the imperceptive nature of a child he didn’t realize that his way of life was different until he got into the 3rd grade. At this point in his life he had begun asking other kids about their own home lives and he’d explained to them about his own. Those children would end up telling their parents and their parents came to the school with concerns about the Butler family. It didn’t take long before he was separated from his family and his parents were imprisoned. From here he entered the foster system and bounced around from foster home to foster home.

Middle School to High School Graduation

After being placed into the system Colton started to develop a very quick sense of independence. He had to learn to fend for himself among a crowd of displaced children that often got placed into homes just as bad as what they’d been taken from. The longest he was in one house was three years, from 7th grade to his freshman year in High School. This was the Smiley family, who raised fighting dogs away from the public eye. They’d been so good at hiding their side gig that Colton didn’t even know about until he stumbled upon their kennel. It had been accident, really.

The Smileys lived on a large plot of land that had a barn and another building hidden away from the street view of the building. Colton had always been curious and had loved the woods so he often spent his time exploring the woods that surrounded the Smileys land. He found the building on one of the excursions and, not knowing what it was, went inside. Almost immediately he was attacked by one of the dogs that hadn’t been locked up so that it could guard the building. It ripped up his wrist before he could pummel its face and scramble away. He barely made it out before the dog lunged again and from there he rushed back to the house. The Smileys saw the wound and knew immediately what it was, and because of this they hesitated days to take him to the hospital. Their hesitation is what led to the scarring he has now, as the doctor had told him that had he gotten there sooner it likely would have healed better. With the rest of his time with the Smileys, they tried to make up for what had happened by giving Colton whatever he asked for. The only things he asked for were some hiking equipment and archery classes, because it was something he’d seen on TV and had become interested in it.

Colton stayed with Smileys for a few more months before he was moved again. He spent his sophomore year with the Miltons and was moved once more before he graduated High School.

Graduation to Outbreak

After graduation, Colton moved North to Lansdale, PA.

Despite his experience with Smileys, Colton developed an intense love for canines and nature in general. His choice in career was in fact fueled by his experience at the Smileys, as he wanted to train dogs for the right things instead of to tear each other apart. He started his own Canine obedience school at age 23, where he learned to train dogs for K9 and military units, as well as service animals for disabled persons. He also trained companion dogs for the everyday person. Eventually his obedience school gained in popularity and he began to employ other trainers which allowed for him to take more time for himself.

With this time he took a small vacation to the Hollyhedge Estate. He was out in the woods east of the Estate when the outbreak happened, hiking with Hera. He’d taken his bow to hunt as well and had caught a rabbit, though he’d been forced to leave it when he heard screaming in the distance. Quickly Colton had made his way towards the screaming and discovered two people on the side of the road, one ripping the other apart. He panicked and not knowing what else to do, shot the person with his bow. He’d hit it in the chest, though it’d kept coming. Hera tackled the creature and it growled, growled at her. Colton was quick to react and plunged his hunting knife in between its eyes, only then did it stop moving. He then made his way back to the Hollyhedge Estate.

Other Information:
Faceclaim: Nico Tortorella
Penned by: Bravado

 

[Kuromi_Jiro]

Name: Benjamin (Benji) Rockfurth Jr.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Benji is a bit on the scruffier side with his mangled mane of light brown hair that is kept back in an untidy man bun along with his unkempt beard. His skin has a light tan on it that match his green eyes.

Spoiler: Picture cause I suck at explaining

Personality: He is a man of few words and of action rather than just explaining where a book was or how something works he has to show them which usually leads to wasted time. Along with having to do things he's very outgoing and a friendly person. Don't let this be mistaken for him being someone who is quick to trust he is always weary of newcomers and is protective of whoever he forms a bond with willing to sacrifice an arm and leg to keep one of them safe. He has a strong will and lion like confidence willing to stand up to anyone who is threatening his group and will try to talk things out instead of resulting to violence.
Occupation (Pre-outbreak): Liberian Assistant
Skills: Great at organizing things by names, top tier eye sight (I swear I'm not trying to say perfect xD), & critical thinking in high pressure situations
Inventory: a journal to recount the day's events along with keeping check of his personal and group inventory, a chef's knife he grabbed from the kitchen at the estate (that's right I'm uncreative xD I couldn't think of a way for him to have the bow and be good with it).
Relationships: As of now there was none unless someone wants
History:Benjamin was always the one of to stick up for his friends even if he wasn't exactly able to stand toe to toe with the people in a real fight he managed to negate any possible violence. Eventually as everyone grew up more people started taking a liking to him due to his calm demeanor and confidence which led him to being not only the student government president of his high school but also his college where he got his bachelor's for writing. Eventually he had been so devoted to prove his worth in writing he let his hair grow out without even realizing it and had taken a job as the assistant in a library that was close to his apartment. After having a case of writer's block he decided to take a small vacation to HollyHedge Estate in order to clear his head which has only turned out to be a bigger hindrance.

 

[enterelysium]

Name: elyse karmin
Age: 22
Gender: femme
Appearance:
she wears this cosplay because it was what she was wearing when the outbreak properly reached her hometown, she was in the middle of a stream and had to run with it on, barely having enough time to grab her antique rifle and a piece she had finished for the cosplay.

Bio:
a regular presense in the local tabletop gaming and larping communities, she mother died when she was born, and her father, although he struggled with depression afterwards, managed to get through it and be a good dad. he was the person who originally got her into ttrpg and the like, although she went off and started finding her own people soon afterwards. she got heavily into cosplay when a few of her highschool friends introduced her to it and she starting creating costumes from her favourite games and posting images of it online, soon garnering a sizeable following. due to her larping she learnt how to use classical firearms and swords, even learning to smith her own so that she could better create them for her cosplays. eventually she ended up spending some of the money she made from sponsorships and her social media on some antique firearms to use in her cosplays.

before the outbreak she got slightly below average grades in everything except for craft classes and pe, and often hung out with the popular girls, not thinking much of it, even though they didnt share many interests. she was introduced to D&D and other ttrpg games by her father at a young age, but only really got into them in late highschool when she met some people who already had an active game and were looking for a newbie, these were the same people who introduced her to larping and cosplay to begin with.

before the outbreak she was friendly, if not a little bit awkward, and she wasnt very insightful, not thinking into things very much, which changed after she began expanding outside of her comfort zone and making new friends with people who werent exactly popular. she was creative, wasnt a big fan of sports but was good at them, and was excellent at arts and crafts.

after the outbreak, all of her friends and family either died or turned into zombies, some of them right in front of her. this resulted in her withdrawing into herself, becoming quiet and introverted, and when with other survivors, obsessively trying to control the situation, "be the leader", and keep her real feelings secret

Occupation (Pre-outbreak):
before the outbreak she was a professional cosplay artist and had a large presence online on a youtube channel and social media.

Skills:
>charismatic
>sword use
>rifle use
>good runner
>good at hiding

Inventory:
waterproof backpack

Spoiler: content

two cans of peaches, a small pocket knife, a small eyeglass telescope, small first aid kit, flashlight

mosin nagant with 3 extra magazines and 6 spare bullets.

Spoiler: mosin-nagant

handaxe, used to be a work in progress for a cosplay, but now is used as is, there isnt any point in decorating it.

Spoiler: hatchet

Relationships: none at the moment
penned by enterelysium

 

[geminiy]

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[Nessi]

Name:Isabella Ager
Age: 31
Gender:Female
Appearance: Isabelle has Brown hair and blue eyes. She is 6'0 and weighs around 110 lbs. She is quite strong, due to her basic training before becoming apart of the Jager Corps. She can be found wearing cargo pants and boots with a tank top.
Personality:Though Isabelle was in the military, She is quite kind, and easy to talk to. This is partly due to her upbringing, where she was taught to listen to others, and respect them. With years of training and experience, Isabella can stay calm and think clearly in high stress situation. A downside to Isabella is that she expects people to be able to make and execute decisions, even the most difficult, like putting a loved one to rest. She is also Cocky, being described as a "high risk..High reward" Soldier. She's Very Blunt, never sugar coating something, no matter how bad the situation is.
Occupation (Pre-outbreak):Jaeger Corps(Danish military)
Skills:Skilled at hand to had combat, and very skilled at firearm usage. She's also an expert swimmer.
Inventory: One CZ p10c handgun, One boot knife, A large backpack with supplies,
Relationships:
Father: Died when Isabella was very young due to a car accident
Mother: Isabella has a very good relationship with her mother.
History:Isabella grew up with no men in the house. It was always just her and her mom. Isabella's upbringing wasn't the greatest. Money was always tight in the Ager household, Meaning that they only bought the things necessary for the both of them. That meant that Isabelle got the same shoes for school every year. And was wearing cloths from her cousins and using an old ragged backpack. What Isabelle lacked in drip, she made up for in her academics, never getting below a B. Eventually, Isabella would be presented a choice, Join the military, or go to college, and she chose to go to the military, and was one of the few people to survive the Jaeger corps training. Fast forward a few years after, and Isabelle was suddenly 31, and wanted a much needed break from her job. So she decided to go to america, eat fast food, enjoy that liberty and justice for all, only for a few days into her trip, she would see something that had utterly scared her to her very core, zombies, walking around her hotel, in the streets, mass panic, people EATING other people. Isabelle immediately knew that she had to get out of the hotel, and would use a steak knife to kill the undead that attempted to bite her while she was escaping the hotel.

 

[Bravado]

geminiy KittOnyx Congrats! Your characters have been accepted I'm not entirely sure if either of you are on our Discord server, but if not Join the Maybe Tomorrow Discord Server! is the link to join, if you don't have a discord that's also fine, as I'll be creating an OOC thread for those of you that don't.

Japanime So I like the concept of your character, but I'm having a hard time understanding where or how he would have gotten all of the gear that he's wearing in the picture only 4 weeks into the outbreak, that is less than a month's time. I would also like it if you could expand more on his personality, as there isn't a lot of information I can get from what's there at the moment.

 

[reamy]

Name: eleanor rae torres
Age: twenty three
Gender: female

Appearance: elle is an average female. average height, weight, hair color, etc. she stands at the height of 5'7" which might make her a bit more on the slightly taller side but not much. though her body shape is on the curvy side, she's got curves in all the right places as the guys say. no she does not like nor does she flaunt it. most of the time anyways. her hair is a light brown with a slight red tint to it, her hair comes past her shoulders and reaches a little above half way down her back. naturally it is on the more straight side, she often has to curl her hair to give it any time curl or wave. her lately it has been put up due to her slight fear of it getting caught on something or being grabbed by someone or something. her eyes are a beautiful mixture of a dark blue and a light green, though the blue is more dominant than the green. her skin tone is what people would call an "olive" color, she's not too pale and not too tan. she's kinda in the middle which she's okay with.

Personality: describing elle is not an easy task but we'll make do with what we can. right? at first glance she has a very cold and intimidating look that probably says 'i'm judging you', though more than likely she isn't. followed by that look she'll give you the vibe/impression that isn't someone to be taken lightly due to the fact that she can and will find a way to ruin your life if you cross over to her bad side. elle has a very hard and cold exterior she doesn't know how to trust or to let anyone in the slightest be. she keeps a lot to herself - actually that's not exactly right. she will speak her mind without a second thought on almost everything. if there's an argument, opinions are being asked, etc. she is the type to not hold back. she lets it all out and rather coldly tending to not care who's feelings she might have hurt or who she might have offended. when it's said that she keeps a lot to herself that means about her personal life and such. like her feelings, parents, personal stuff, etc. she keeps a low profile with that type of information because she doesn't know who or how to trust someone with it. she doesn't want it to come back at her and being used against her in any way, shape or form.

elle loves a good laugh even if she doesn't say it and because of that she will toss jokes and back forth with most people. she's a playful person when she desires, she's not all bad. her being playful and not really caring is probably her way of dealing with stress, feelings, etc. but she can be just as sly as she can be playful, everyone assumes the girl is clueless because she asks a lot of questions and stuff but that's not exactly the case. more than likely she knows information about most people, if she doesn't then she'll make sure she does soon. so double crossing her is not a good idea. elle tries to be more of a logical thinker more than someone who allows feelings to come into play, she sees it as if there's no logical reason for doing something then it needs to be shot down. her mindset allows her to think emotions just mess up plans, get in the way, etc. she's also the type to argue with you till she's blue in the face, she likes to be right and can't stand to be wrong. this often leads to fighting with you till either you give up, you think she's right or you actually prove her wrong which she can't stand but will accept. when she knows someone doesn't like her or has an issue with something she's done/said she will confront them, she's the confrontational type without a doubt so as you can figure this causes her to get into some trouble. she's not the type to back down from a fight either.

another thing you'll also notice about her is that she has a short fuse, she's very short tempered and when she's mad she sees nothing but red. she becomes pretty aggressive and petty, her words are just as bad as her fists. her anger often causes her to punch walls or throw something if she doesn't take it out someone else either with words or physically. a lot of the time she will do her best to hit a wall more than someone else, she knows her words can be colder than ice when she's upset and even though she doesn't seem to care about what she says - often times she does. she actually has a big heart but she doesn't to give any one the chance to hurt it or her, so she pretends to not have one. or she tries too. putting all the negative stuff aside, elle is actually a hard worker. when she's given a task she will focus fully on it and make sure it's done the right way, though sometimes she becomes to caught up and forgets about everything else around her. she's also really observant, nothing really sneaks past her. she notices the little details as what causes you to look away, blush, get irritated, etc. it's not always so she can use it against you, it's just something she's always done without really meaning too. she's also rather alert, it kinda of comes into play with being observant.

on the low, elle is somewhat of a motherly person. if she has gotten used to you being around her and takes a slight liking to you, she will pretty much turn into your new mother. she will make sure you've eaten, gotten what you need, etc. but try to play off as a thing she's doing for everyone so no one gets the idea she actually likes them. god forbid someone found out she has a heart. even though she doesn't like most people, she will volunteer herself to be put in a sticky situation before anyone else can. she'd rather do it herself and be the one to get caught, hurt, etc. than someone else. if someone else went and something happened to them she'd feel guilty for not offering herself to do it.

Occupation (Pre-outbreak): she was the cfo of her parents company.
Skills: adapts quickly, bilingual, resourceful, charismatic, good with numbers, slightly flexible.
Inventory: four bottles of water, three cans of food, a spare outfit, a blanket and a few random kitchen utensils like a fork, two knives, etc. this is all stuffed she managed to grab in a hurry from home.
Relationships: her parents, though she hasn't seen them since before the outbreak. they were in italy for a vacation.
her brother, she hadn't seen him in almost a year. she doesn't know if he died before the outbreak or not.
History:

Spoiler: tw; suicide attempt

elle comes from a wealthy family seeing as both her parents were business people. her father owned a multinational business and her mother was always by his side helping run the business. no matter what business always came first. elle had a prom or homecoming dance? cool, they didn't care. just handed her all the money she needed to get anything and everything she wanted. she had a bad day? too bad, it happens. she had a crush? wasn't business didn't matter. she learned very quickly that she was alone in this world, she didn't really have anyone. of course there was the people around the house that were hired by her parents such as the chefs, maids, etc. but they were only there for the money. her 'friends' stuck around her because they all knew if she wanted money for any type of reason, she could get it without needing any type of explanation. yes, she did have an older brother but he was about five years older than her, so once he was old enough and done with school he dipped out as quickly as possible. he did come back from time to time asking for money, everytime he asked there was always some type of sob story but it was more than clear that he was blowing his money on drugs and alcohol. each time he looked worse but anything she said to him went in one ear and out the other, their parents tried a few times but gave up eventually and just gave him the money regardless. elle also had 'friends' but she knew that they were only around her because she could money from her parents without any type of explanation besides 'my friends and i wanna go out'. money ran her family and the world around her apparently so when she stumbled upon alcohol and drugs from the parties her 'friends' took her too, it's not a surprise that she took such a strong liking to them. they allowed her to feel numb for a bit and forget the world. it got to the point to where she was coming home almost every night drunk or stoned, stumbling around the house stuck between laughing and crying. but the reality of it all was that no one really cared, her parents were hardly ever home because working late hours, having events to attend, etc. it was a cry for help, she just wanted to know that she wasn't alone or she just wanted to see a worried look upon her parents face but there wasn't. there was no one around her that truly cared about her. of course the people who worked in her home would do their duties and check on her but they never really went out of their for anything, she didn't have a tight bond with any of them.

this went on for months. her grades were suffering, her attendance, health all of it was suffering. she didn't care, money would fix it right? just like it fixed everything else right? there was one night elle came home from yet another party drunk, she was feeling numb again but this time she had a reason for being drunk. she was tired of trying to pretend to be okay around the people at school, the people her parents brought home for business dinners, she was just tired in general. she knew about the medicine her parents had in their bathroom, they did a poor job at hiding them but they had so many different ones they couldn't really hide it. and no, they didn't actually need them but you wave ten grand in front of anyone's face and they'll give you whatever you want. she grabbed a few different bottles unsure of what they were but didn't care and just took as many as she couldn't. she figured who would really notice if she was gone, who would care, her parents probably wouldn't miss her. this was a failed attempt though, she doesn't remember much after taking the pills all she knows is that she woke up in a hospital with her parents beside her in tears. apparently on the maids found her in her parents bathroom and called 911, elle was pretty pissed she had done such a thing and she really didn't understand why the girl did it anyways. not like anyone really cared. what pissed elle off even more was the fact that her parents were there crying and trying to be parents all of sudden, she wasn't having it. she was mad at them, mad at the world, mad at anything she really could be. she cussed at them, cried, screamed, all of it. she felt as though it should have never came down to this, they should of noticed a lot sooner. they made her feel unwanted and as if they didn't care. her parents promised her many times that they would straight up, that they were sorry, things would change but she really didn't believe them. she didn't want to believe them honestly but she gave it a shot, the worst that could happen is that she'll be right back to where she started. things did get slightly better, they all started going to therapy and stuff but some habits never die and money still ran the world but things weren't as bad as they used to be. maybe it's because she stopped caring so much. she never was able to fully forgive her parents but they were on slightly better terms.

 

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cherrycosmos were you still interested in joining? I’m hoping to post the starter by Sunday so you have until then to finish your character if you were still interested

 

[cherrycosmos]

cherrycosmos were you still interested in joining? I’m hoping to post the starter by Sunday so you have until then to finish your character if you were still interested

Hi yeah I am still interested! sorry, I've just been busy with some things, I'll have it done asap!