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APPROVED CHARACTERS
Mathew "Matty" Hughes - Male - 21, penned by Bravado
Brandon Brooks - Male - 35, penned by screaming armadillo
Uriah Sloane - Male - 19, penned by Spellsword_Kirov
Ailin Lorrii - Female - 17, penned by Jaellagirl
Noah Hughes - Male - 10, penned by Bravado
Cassidy Anne Sinclair - Female - 22, penned by -Mork-
Lena Moore - Female - 37, penned by Nue

 

[Bravado]

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[Bravado]

Name: Mathew "Matty" Hughes
Age: 21
Gender: Male (he/him)
Appearance: Mathew 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 hoodie, t-shirt, and some jeans. His jaw is square, framing a rather proportional face, although his nose leans toward the larger side. His hair, naturally slightly curly or wavy, is black and color and tends to look slightly unkempt most of the time. Mathew'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. Mathew also has a few ear piercings; an industrial bar in his right ear and two lobe piercings on each ear, all comprised of simple sterling silver. The lobe piercings are simple small hoop rings.
Personality: Mathew is a calm sort of individual who is able to maintain a level head in most situations. Blame it on the gauntlet of being in college, but when it comes to stress, Mathew can handle almost anything. He isn't quick to anger, but he is a bit of a pushover because of that. He tends not to stick up for himself a lot, and he also tends to put others before him, which in the zombie apocalypse isn't always the best thing. Matty also tends to be protective towards people he barely knows, and that translates a bit as naivety, which Matty is guilty of having. He wants to believe that there are good people, even in a world full of walking corpses.
Occupation (Pre-outbreak): College Student (Major in Architecture at UVA)/Retail Worker
Skills:

• Strength
• Personability
• Cooperation
• Problem Solving

Inventory:

• Utility Knife
• Quik Stop Keys

Relationships: Jeffrey Hughes, Father, Factory Worker, Status Unknown - Madeline Hughes, Mother, Secretary, Status Unknown - Noah Hughes, Younger Brother, Elementary School Student, Alive
History: Birth to Elementary School

There's not much Matty can remember from when he was a baby, and you'd be hard-pressed to find anybody that could. He was born in Richmond and has lived there most of his life. His early childhood is also quite vague to him, though he does have some key memories that serve him well as conversation pieces every now and then. For instance, when he was 4 he broke his right arm falling off of a jungle gym. He remembers it both because of how painful it was and because of all of the attention he got as he was starting school. All of the kids around him wanted to know what happened and they all signed his cast with little doodles, as most of them couldn't write much of anything.

He also remembers quite well a time when he was 6 years old that he and his parents took a trip to the National Zoo in DC. He remembers having an intense desire to reach into a tiger's enclosure to pet it, though not being able to thanks to the glass that separated him from that beautiful creature. Most of the rest of his time in elementary school was uneventful and is hardly anything worth noting.

Middle School to High School Graduation

It was in Middle School, 7th grade to be exact, that Matty had his first kiss. He had a crush on a girl named Madeline, and he asked her to the school dance. She said yes and they hung out, nothing too entirely special happened. They had a good time and at the end of the night, before his parents picked him up, he gave her a quick, bad, amateur kiss. After that, they hardly talked and things went on as normal.

Throughout most of his schooling, he was an honors student, with the rare C here or there. He had plenty of friends as well and though he wouldn't have ever considered himself "popular," he would tell you that he was well-liked among his peers.

College to Outbreak

After graduating from High School, Matty moved to Charlottesville to start school at UVA, pursuing a degree in Architecture. Much like when he was in High School, Matty was an excellent student and was considered one of the best in his program. He spent three years at UVA and was one year away from receiving his degree before the outbreak happened. He had been spending the summer with his parents and had gotten a job at a Quik Stop close to home where he was a closing associate.

Name: Noah Hughes
Age: 10
Gender: Male
Appearance: Much like his brother, Noah is rather tall for his age, though he isn't built the same way that Matty is. He stands at roughly 4'5'' tall, and he's skinny and nimble. His young age allows him time to grow, as any young boy would. His hair is a dark brown shade and is wavy and full just like his brother's. In terms of clothing, he dresses like an average 7-year-old boy would; t-shirts, jeans, tennis shoes, and the likes. He is far-sighted and as such requires glasses, behind those glasses are dark brown eyes.
Personality: Young and naive. Even after seeing some of the people he knew turn into thoughtless freaks with a craving for flesh, Noah still has an element of naivety, which comes mostly from his age. He's inquisitive and curious, asking questions as often he can to get as much information as he can. He's always loved to learn new things and followed after his brother in terms of education, being a straight-A student. Noah is often very optimistic as well and likes to see the best in people and hopes for the best outcomes in every situation.
Occupation (Pre-outbreak): Elementary School Student (5th Grade)
Skills:

• Quick Learner
• Helpful Hand (Follows orders to a T)
• Small and Nimble (Can fit into most places that others can't)

Inventory:

• Backpack
• Extra pair of Glasses
• Water Bottle
• Lunch Box

Relationships: Jeffrey Hughes, Father, Factory Worker, Status Unknown - Madeline Hughes, Mother, Secretary, Status Unknown - Mathew Hughes, Older Brother, College Student/Retail Worker, Alive
History:

 

[Bravado]

screaming armadillo @KingHalliwell Becker @Heisenberg @Mintt Jaellagirl Socio

when you all are creating characters know that I will only accept two from each of you, no more than that, and that each of those characters must meet standards to be accepted. This means that they must have written physical descriptions, be realistic, and have at least a bit of depth, I look forward to seeing characters from all of you and worry not, if your character doesn’t meet standards I will provide feedback and you can change them until they are accepted, I won’t bar you for one bad take at a character

 

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Name: Brandon Brooks
Age: 35
Gender: Male

Appearance: There isn’t much that distinguishes Brandon from a crowd. Stands about 5’11 with a deceptively wiry build hidden under as casual of wear that’s allowed. He has no piercings, tattoos or other distinguishable body features. A nordic nose that is a tad on the larger side dots his square head. His hair is light brown and thin that is kept professionally short. Though what is or isn’t professional seems to be even more subjective now. So keeping it short so there is less to clean is a good enough reason. A short stubble has formed since Brandon has more important things to do than stay clean shaven. His eyes are a dull pale blue, can be mistaken for grey.

Personality: Some of his earliest memories involve a fishing pole and the ocean which is probably where Brandon’s healthy patience originated. Those early building blocks ended up being useful with collecting specimens in the field not to mention dealing with the many kids wasting their parents’ money in the classroom. Powers of observation tend to apply here as well, though with people to a lesser degree. People are just too troublesome. Maybe Brandon pays a lot of attention to people, he honestly doesn’t think so. If he does it’s just to figure out which students are worth his time and because in social situations he listens more than speaks. Not that he is shy it just takes some time for him to warm up to new people. In the class he was always more outgoing which had more to do with his passion for the job than anything.

He carries a generally depressive view of the human equation and the fate of the world. A fair amount of self-depreciation and some solutions that would be considered extreme also are thrown in for good measure. For the most part he keeps all this to himself with the occasional input into lectures or drunken tirades. This, and a healthy dose of paranoia, leads to Brandon often overthinking people, wondering what’s hiding between the lines. But when he does come to trust somebody his extreme loyalty comes with it. However trust works both ways. He has no qualms removing somebody from his circle if he feels betrayed and has practice doing it. This is not to imply Brandon has soft skin or a temper. In fact he has a pretty long fuse, with incredibly explosive results, and has lived through his fair share of crap even before dead people started walking around. Sure he doesn’t enjoy being seriously insulted and gets irritated over stupid drivers, slow Wi-Fi, people chewing with their mouth open along with the occasional zombie apocalypse like normal people. But who doesn’t?

Occupation (Pre-outbreak): Biology Professor
Skills:
•Cardio/leg endurance- There is nothing more satisfying than showing up a bunch of lazy kids almost half your age who can’t handle a simple hike. Which might just be a sweeter reason to stay moderately fit than a long healthy life.

•Nature and nature accessories- He likes his job and can tell you plenty of what once was rarely useful information.

•Outdoorsy- Plenty of years of incredibly casual camping and fishing. Need somebody to tie your hook, stake a tent, tell you to boil water before drinking it? Brandon’s your guy. Need somebody to rig a snare, start a fire by rubbing wood together or turn a hide into a hat? Better give him a book with good instructions and plenty of time. Not exactly the reincarnation of Hugh Glass.


Inventory: wip
Gear and Weapon(s)
•Hiking pack(60L), headlamp,
Hygiene and Medical
•Liquid soap, Aspirin, Q-tips, Multivitamins, toothbrush & paste
Food and Water
•1L hard plastic bottle & aquatabs(11)
Essentials
•Compass, spork, tweezers, nail clippers, hand warmers(2) & lighter
Tools
•Utility knife, hatchet, sharpener, bore brush
Misc
•Honing oil, AAA batteries(6), gun oil,

Relationships: Ex-wife, no known kids. Only immediate family that may be alive is a younger sister in Louisiana.

History: A perfectly ordinary childhood raised by a single father, divorced not widowed, that was an old school Texan. Seems divorce is one of many things that didn’t fall far from the tree. However that’s something that comes along down the road. A truth that did not take long to manifest was Brandon’s love for the wild world along with an ever-growing disdain for urban life. He could distract those feelings with basketball and track, both things he was “good” at in a sub ten thousand town. A lot easier to be a decent size fish when the ocean is only an inch deep. Needless to say Brandon did not become an Olympic athlete but he got an Academic Scholarship so it wasn’t all for not.

Naturally the hick boy from Texas used his scholarship to become something that will make big bank like an engineer or lawyer… or throw himself into student loan hell to get blindsided by all the programming and stats that come with biology. As the saying goes 'If you love what you do you never work a day in your life. Just pretend that the Masters will be easily paid off before you hit the big five-zero.' That divorce thing did not exactly help. Made the decision to ditch Texas to follow the paycheck to Virginia easier. Totally wasn't minutely influenced by the fact that the Appalachia area has cool millipedes. No sir it never crossed his mind.

It was an incredible coincidence that the invasion of the dead began while Brandon and a group of students were looking for insects. More specifically just beginning their hike to a prime location. They were lucky to have that extra time to panic before everybody split. Maybe Brandon should have tried harder to take command. Safety meetings were about shooters and freak weather not the thought of everybody you love being eaten alive. In the end he could only give obvious advice to those desperate ones, he was certain most of it would be ignored. Brandon tried not to think about them while hiding at home. The provisions he always kept lasted a very, very long two weeks. An endless time to think about his potential future while trying to ignore the man in the mirror. The ever-growing numbers of dead implied it was time to ditch the city. There was certainly plenty left to scrounge up but how long would that last? Perhaps a year if he was lucky and didn’t have very much competition? No, he had to take what he could, hide what he couldn’t and find somewhere away from the city. It was about five days ago he met up with the group. So far so good.

 

[reamy]

Name: bianca fawn price
Age: twenty-four
Gender: female
Appearance: to put it simply, she is a beautiful girl. her skin looks like she has a tan all year round making her a 'darker' skin complexion. her body is curvy in all the right areas, she blames her mother for that, but she is considered still on the smaller side. she stands at the height of 5'7, placing her in the average area for that. her eyes are a dark chocolate brown that looks like pools of honey in the sunlight. her hair is naturally straight and comes about three-four inches past her shoulders, her hair is also a dark brown that looks almost black in most lightning.
Personality: bianca has a pleasant vibe about her, almost everyone enjoys being around her. she's easy to talk too and will talk to pretty much everyone, even though she won't strike up the conversation first. she's generally a person of few words if it comes to speaking in massive crowds or around people she's not too familiar with but if and when she does decide to speak, everyone listens. she has a mature mindset for someone her age, although she's only in her 20's she speaks like she's in 40's. she's wise and open-minded so often people confide in her, being trustworthy and super understanding comes into play here as well. you'll notice quickly that even though she's on the quieter side, she has a good number of friends and that she makes friends easy too. when it comes to her friends, family or anyone she considers close to heart - she's protective over them and will do almost anything for them. her loyalty is to never be questioned unless you want to offend her.

but like everyone the girl has her negative traits as well, one thing is that when she's upset or mad she becomes aggressive and tends to see nothing but red. now it does take a lot to get under her skin unless you know all the right things to say, which most don't but sometimes people get lucky. when bianca gets aggressive it can a lot for her to calm down, as a result, she tends to punch a lot of walls and rarely throw things. it's more so her words that are the danger during this time, so it's in everyone's best interest to avoid her till she's calm. bianca likes to play hero a lot too, she would rather put herself through a sticky situation than allow someone else to do it. it's not a bad thing but it isn't always a good thing either, plus all heroes need a break at some point. she just doesn't believe that. she tends to become easily flustered with some tasks if she feels like she's not meeting her expectations which she has a lot of high standards for herself. so naturally that causes conflict and frustration.

bianca isn't the type to open up as easily as others open to her, she doesn't like the idea of her needing someone. she doesn't want to be a burden or a bother even though almost everyone she talks to wouldn't mind if she did open up or just simply needed to vent. she has some trust issues but they're not as bad as they used to be. along with trust issues, this girl has no confidence in herself about anything. she always thinks that she could do better or that there's someone better to replace her as a friend, daughter, etc. she can be pretty oblivious when someone is hitting on her, she just doesn't like to believe that someone is romantically interested in her when she knows there are better options. she's pretty observant and alert of her surroundings, she also has killer reflexes.
Occupation (Pre-outbreak): full time the girl was a registered nurse, but on the side, she did hair and makeup. more so as a hobby but people were willing to pay her for it.
Skills: attention to detail, a variation of medical skills, pretty level headed for the most part, flexible, creative, resourceful.
Inventory: first aid kit, aluminum softball bat, x4 water bottles, x4 canned foods, led flashlight, pepper spray she carried on her keys, a spare sweater, blanket, two extra outfits, couple of random hair and makeup items.
Relationships: her brother Miguel, after he graduated high school he was constantly in and out of the house and coming home at late hours. she has no idea where he is but hopes he's fine.
her mother Natalia, her whereabouts are also unknown. her mother is smart, so hopefully, she and Miguel are well and alive.
her father David, his whereabouts have been unknown to her since he left her mother. he is presumed dead but for some reason, she hopes that he's also alive. even it's more than likely he's not. god only knows where he was.
History: bianca comes from a family of four that was labeled as a middle-class family meaning both parents worked. which wasn't really a bad thing, it meant the bills were always paid and the had food on the table but didn't always have the luxury of having everything they wanted. but that never affected bianca in the slightest, she was a happy child. she grew up without really care in the world. growing up, she was always a daddy's girl. he was always her biggest supporter, fan, whatever she needed. she found a love for helping people and softball, both he supported. she played softball during her middle school and high school career, she had scholarships offered to her from many schools during her senior year and she had planned on taking one. that was until her father decided to up and leave her mother out of nowhere, it was just a sudden thing that took everyone by surprise. naturally, she blamed herself for it, she thought maybe she had done something somehow but she really hadn't. with her father gone, her love for softball was pretty much gone. it wasn't the same without her biggest fan in her corner. her love for softball pretty much left her when her father did, she couldn't bring herself to play again but thankfully she picked up her second passion - helping people. from then on, she pursued her dream to become an RN.

 

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Name: Alyssa Beaufort
Age: 27
Gender: Female
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[Socio]

Name: Alexis Trent
Nicknames: Lex, Lexi
Age: 17
Gender: Female

Appearance: Alexis stands at 5’5 with a slim build and chestnut brown hair. Her eyes are a cold blue that seem almost unnatural. Her face is slim with high cheekbones that makes her appear slightly older than she is. Despite usually sporting a smirk her sharp feature give her a resting bitch face. Alexis’ style didn’t change much even with the apocalypse, she has always prefered comfortable clothes that she could move around in. Since the end she is usually seen wearing black ripped jeans and a tattered oversized shirt with a backpack slung over one shoulder.

Personality: Alexis’ personality is probably the biggest thing about her. She enjoys being the centre of attention and is known to be chaotic in all that she does. While she is intelligent for her age she often acts first and thinks later making impulsive decisions that land her in some sticky situations. She maintains a cocky and carefree front however Alexis in some ways is still a scared kid, she has just never been given the luxury to behave as such. Alexis has a dark sense of humour and struggles to take things seriously, not wanting to reveal any weakness. Contrary to her prickly attitude Alexis hates being alone and tends to latch onto people in her life perhaps searching for a parental figure she had never been given.

Skills: Standing at only 5’5 Lex often has to rely on her ability to talk her way out of situations. She will most of the time be beat in terms of strength, but is quick, agile, and fights dirty. Weapons for the most part aren’t her strong suit though her weapon of choice is an army knife that she stole a week into the apocalypse. While fighting isn’t her greatest asset Alexis is street smart and used to fighting to survive which gives her the upper hand in the apocalypse.
She is an experienced thief wether it be pickpocketing or nabbing items out of stores Lex learned to do what she had to to survive.

Inventory: A grey backpack filled with an empty water bottle, a flashlight, half a bag of stale marshmallows, some bandages, a combat knife and a semi realistic looking toy gun.

Likes:

• Candy
• Animals
• Competition
• Jokes

Dislikes:

• Guns
• Authority
• Silence
• Being serious

Strengths:

• Brave
• Charming
• Determined
• Street smart

Weaknesses:

• Juvenile
• Physically weak
• No weapon or fighting training

History:
Lex grew up in the foster care system bouncing from house to house until she hit 15. She ran away from foster care and ended up living on the street, she made friends with the other less fortunate who taught her how to take care of herself. She soon knew the city like the back of her hand and was a self proclaimed pickpocket extrodinaire. When the outbreak hit Liz was still on the streets, had it not been for her knowledge of the city she would most likely have been infected. She watched all of her friends be consumed by the flood of infected that took over the city and seeked refuge on the rooftops. Lex has a distain for guns having seen too much death caused by them on the street and a love for alcohol also picked up from here childhood struggles.

 

[Zaltusinel]

Work in progress

Dr. Emil Varcay Welyn, M.D.
"Dr. Welyn"

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  Age: 28
  Gender: Male
  Occupation: Medical Resident at Richmond Hospital, Previous College Student at the University of Virginia
  Nationality: British
  Skills: Medicine, Critical Thinking, Deduction.
  Inventory: First Aid Kit, Surgical tools, Flashlight with two batteries.
  
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  Height: 6'1"
  Weight: 170 lbs
  Race: Caucasian - British/Scottish Descent
  Eye Color: Amber with a touch of pumpkin dashing in like jungle vines
  Hair Color: Bright auburn like a orphanage on fire.
  Glasses or contact lenses? Neither
  Skin color: Pearly white
  Shape of Face: Tall with a squarish chin that comes to a plateau point.
  Distinguishing features: Burn scar wrapping over the skin above the clavicle roughly 3 cm in length with a darkish, maroon hue.
  How does he/she dress? Casually, Dr. Welyn prefers to stay casual unless nescessary. Usually wearing light jackets and jeans for most social gatherings.
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  Favorite Sayings: "Of course you would blow it up.", "Dear god, its like they've uninstalled windows XP off of a toilet." "For someone so rude, this situation is still mannerable." "Medicine is just war saved for another time."
  Speech patterns: Thoughtful, Dr. Welyn doesn't speak particularly often. Mostly for purpose or for amusement. Longer phrases with sophisticated vocabulary would be common in any conversation.
  Style (Elegant, shabby etc.): Casual calm. Sitting back and waiting for events to unfold.
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[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 just a bit more work. He at least speaks the latter well enough to understand and be 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:

• Wooden baseball bat
• 12-inch Crowbar
• 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.
• Brandon Brooks - College is like fate; it works in mysterious ways. Uriah required a science course unrelated to his field of study, so he took one of Brandon’s biology classes. He was a fairly quiet student and always polite and punctual, making him one of Brandon’s more memorable students from that semester.

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 a ragtag group of survivors heading towards the lumber mill.

 

[Bravado]

screaming armadillo your character is accepted

 

[Jaellagirl]

I did it

Name: Ailin Lorrii

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Appearance: A bit chubby and an average height. About 5'8 with a half an inch difference between morning and night. She has a pretty untamed main of blonde hair that reach under her armpit on the better days and slightly over the shoulders when they feel like it. Her eyes are gray in general but have a brown tinge and might even seem hazel when the light is just right. She has one rough pair of hands which are quite strong and sturdy. Not the qualities you expect from a girl of her age for sure. She has a skin that has a bit more color than milk but not much so a snowman mid summer even sometimes. She has no shame about her body hair and all those interesting odors that surround her. Unfortunately due to the hard manual labor and her weight issue she has developed weak knee joints and colder weather causes her knees to hurt as if she was 50 years older. Her absolute favorite garment is a yellow raincoat that belonged to her mother.

Personality: She is a hard-working gal from a small farm in Vermont. In her childhood she was a kind child who had the special contact with animals but as she grew older she became more serious and cold. So by this point she seems like a cold, heartless, self-centered weirdo but in heart she truly still has a soft spot for all the animals and also for those who have proven their loyalty to her. It's hard to earn her trust because she rarely ever trust people and would much rather spend rest of her life amongst her animals.

Occupation (Pre-outbreak):Farmer, well a rancher might be more correct.

Skills:

• extensive knowledge about farm animals (how to rear them and keep them healthy) and animal behavior in general
• Good at lifting
• Good knowledge about edible plants
• Great at withstanding harsh weather

Inventory:

• 10 foot of rope (currently used as a leash for Willow)
• Sturdy rucksack
• Hayley the hen (Harley and Maya were here too but they died because she was careless) - she likes to sit on the back of Willow
• 10 apples
• A medium flask with water
• Fletch the knife
• A small bag that is nearly empty but still contains a bit of peas and grain
• Axe
• Pouch of salt
• A blanket made of tanned furry leather (her father made it for her when she was little and over the years she added more leather to it

Relationships:
Willow - her pet goat. She is a 3 year old nice gal and since birth she has enjoyed following Ali around She is pregnant right now(Alive)
Mother - she died long time ago and Ali can even remember her name anymore (deceased)
Father - Benjamin Lorrii was a hard-working man but his health was bad and her wife's death pushed him over the edge (deceased)

History: She was the only child in her family and lived her life full of joy. When she was just a toddler she used to sneak into the barn at night and sleep among the sheep and goats. The animals wouldn't even allow the parents near her while she was sleeping. She started school as any of us would but soon enough she became isolated from other and lonely. No one wanted to talk to her and some even bullied her. The things took the turn for the worst when her mother died in the car crash while she was 10. Her father closed up after that and she had lost her human family. She became the one to care for the house and smaller animals while her father worked the fields and took care of the bigger animals. They didn't talk much and as time moved on didn't she have enough time to go to school so she had to choose between family and school. She chose family and switched to being homeschooled or actually not schooled. Her father worked day in and day out until the cancer took power in his body. So in winter before the outbreak he was bound to the bed and Ali took care of the farm and her father all on her own. When the outbreak started her almost dead dad turned and she was forced to leave her home. She grabbed the things she could get from her home and that included some of the animals but not many of them survived the trip. When she set out from her home she didn't know anything about the zombie apocalypse going on and believed it being a final symptoms of the illness and didn't want to see how her father died. Her original plan was to camp out near the farm till she couldn't hear her father rummaging around the house but he never stopped and so she decided to venture out a bit more. She couldn't leave Willow since she might give birth in the meantime and 3 chickens that she also took with her were a bit ill. Harley had an insured wing, Maya was still healing from an animal attack and Henley had hurt her leg. As days went on Maya was getting weaker and Harley got killed by a fox probably. A day before she met the others Ali had to make a hard decision. She decided to kill Maya out of Mercy. Although sad even that helped to prolong the time she actually has food. As a farmer she learned to waist nothing even if that means eating your animal friends. Meeting others was not as joyous as one might think cause that means she knows the faces of predators who might pry on her friends.

It's Willow time

Name: Willow
Age: 3
Gender: Female
Appearance: Her fur has a nice combination of brown and beige. The base of the fur is creamy and the brown spots on it only add to the beauty. Her eyes are a rare skyblue and her face always has a bit of cute derpiness written on it. She can pull the saddest puppy face with a second and will not doubt archive her coal.
Personality: She is friendly almost attention graving goat. She greats stranger and those she knows always with a funny prance and emits positivity like the sun.
Occupation (Pre-outbreak): Baby Mama and a damn well behaved milker
Skills: Cutness overload, produces milk,
She protec
She attac
But most importantly
She has a chick on her back.
Inventory: Henley the magnificent chica
Relationships:
Henley - Her loyal customer
Ailin - Her most beloved hugger
History: She was born on a farm and took liking to the kind mistress. She would follow her around wherever she went and sometimes when the mistress was too tired and fell asleep in the barn she would suggle up to her. She was calm and gave birth to twins (Mable and Fir). Now she pregnant second time and due in any day but her loyalty to mistress is unfathomable.

 

[-Mork-]

Name: Cassidy Anne Sinclair
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Appearance: Cassy stands at 5'7", weighs 140lbs, and has an athletic build due to her hobbies. Her eyes are hazel, skin is light with olive undertones, and her hair is naturally brown but she regularly bleaches it as much as possible (always being on the lookout for more hair bleach). Matching her hair upkeep habits, she also tries her best to present--be it makeup, jewelry, or style.

Spoiler: Appearance

Spoiler: Current Outfit

(Minus the backpack & adding a harness to hold her guns)

Spoiler: Current Bags

Personality: Obviously it's easy to be entirely and utterly cynical in the new scary world. However, Cassy is still the same girl she always was even before her life was turned upside down the first time around. She's very thoughtful and loves having someone to look out for, always hating even the idea of being alone and has the nasty habit of letting herself trust others more easily then she definitely should. If someone gets close to her, there's almost no one more reliable and spontaneous to have as a friend than her.
Occupation (Pre-outbreak): Retail Worker
Skills:
-Long distance running (gained and kept up by her constant jogging & exercising)
-Very strong work ethic (is a hard worker & fast at learning new things)
-Cooking (& making bad/lowly things taste much much better)
Inventory:
-Beretta 92fs x2 (15 rounds per mag)
-Ammo x45
-Police baton
-LED flashlight x2 (5 spare batteries)
-Flannel blanket
-Basic makeup & self care kit
-Canned food x6
-Bottle of water x9
-Small pot & wooden spoon
-Lighter x3
-Journal notebook & pens
Relationships:
-Jeff Andrew Sinclair: father, ex-cop, deceased
-Nancy Anne Sinclair: mother, cop, deceased
History: Cassidy Sinclair grew up in a mostly healthy, mostly stable, and mostly financially alright household for the majority of her childhood. She got high marks and easily made the top portion of her class, even when she got to high school. Not far into her high school career though, she was forced to pick up a new career as her--mostly up until then--stay at home father had trouble making up for what they both now lacked. Her mother had been the hard worker of the family, the bread winner. That is, up until she got into a fatal car crash when Cassy was just fifteen, leaving them to learn the hard way how difficult it had been taking care of the family. Because of the ridiculous funeral expenses, Cassidy and her father struggled to make ends meet even without an extra mouth to feed or her education to continue paying for (as she had dropped out in order to work). Even once she passed her eighteenth birthday, she stayed by her father's side and did her best to help in any way she could. At least, until... until helping him was out of her reach. While she was a very smart lady, there wasn't anything she could do for her father once he came back from a grocery run with a new kind of hunger in his eyes.

 

[AkiraM]

"Still, there are times I am bewildered by each mile I have traveled, each meal I have eaten, each person I have known, each room in which I have slept. As ordinary as it all appears, there are times when it is beyond my imagination.” Candice Ice De Leon Name: Candice Ice De Leon Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Candice was a typical mob, a side character. Blessed with the genes of two beautiful parents, she was born with looks. Her hair being Chestnut brown with highlights of a lighter color and her eyes being light brown, almost like the color of honey. Her complexion being Fair, though there are traces of an earthy glow beneath the flesh that fade by the day. Three moles can be seen on her face, one on the bridge of her nose, one on her left cheek and the other being on the upper left side of her lips. Standing at the height of 1.68 m (5 ft 6 in), she was simply average in everything. Personality: Being a country bumpkin, she was born with a quite nice family. Charming to the nines, Ice is the one you go to for a laugh, a cheer, a flirt, or friendly banter. She is extroverted to a fault, and actually cares a great deal about other people, despite what she regularly imbibes in. Which at this point, if you haven't realized that she's fine with undead on Earth, you've clearly missed the memo. She's kind to women and children, likes cats, and before this time of darkness and decay, was known as a Friend To Moms Everywhere. Nothing untowards in that nature, she was just an excellent partner for their daughters and sons. The time in the apocalypse made her grow quieter and less engaging with other people but given that she finds someone she cares about she'll do her best to keep them around and will also, given the chance, try to hang onto a good mood. She's good at staying calm in most situations and normally doesn't want to burden others or even herself with her problems. Sometimes you just have to convince yourself and everyone around that you're fine in order to be fine. Occupation (Pre-outbreak):High School Student Skills: Practicality and helpful endeavors are Ice's strong suit. She's got an affinity for being able to patch people up, Ice's a master diplomat as well. Her tongue may not be silver, but it is sweet. She knows how to play nice (because, shockingly she is nice) and she wants nothing more than to smooth wrinkles and soothe tears. The well-adjusted country-bumpkin knows how to wield a gun. Her expertise is top-notch, incredibly accurate aiming as close to natural as breathing is. She can shoot without quite looking, her peripheral vision honed from years of hunting with her father. She doesn't technically have the best running stamina, finding a runner's stitch up her side in most fleeing situations, so she just doesn't flee. - smiling -dancing skill: 4/10 - agility: 6/10 - fighting: 5/10 -fire arms: 7.5/10 Inventory: . 22 caliber rifle .22 LR bullet (6 boxes with 50 rounds per box) First aid kit Watter bottle 7x Canned foods 5x Blanket Torchlight Pocketknife Relationships: Niklas De Leon: Father (deceased) A man people would respect. Ice's pa was nothing but a person with intelligence. He did not finished high-school, having to stop because of the financial problem. At a young age, He would take Ice to hunt and is the reason why Ice is good at firearms. Yuki De Leon: Mother (deceased) While not meeting her mother, Ice grew up only seeing her mother's face in picture frames around the small house she grew from. Her Ma died from loosing too much blood after getting shot by a robber when Ice was a year old. History: A country bumpkin is what she is, born when her ma' and pa' were still young. She did not remember meeting her mother, knowing that her ma' died when she was still young. She was Japanese-American, born from a Japanese mother and a American father. Growing up in the countryside, she learned how to use a gun. Her pa' took her out and taught her everything she knew, he was the sole reason why she is still alive until now. She was perused by her father to move to a city where she would get the best education she could get. She quickly adjusted and made a lot of friends in which she treated dearly. Her new neighbours looks up to her, admiring how she quickly made friend with their children, young and adult-alike. When the apocalypse happened, her pa' was still on work, she waited for days but he did not return home. Knowing what was happening outside, she took her pa's beloved gun and things that are helpful to her and set off outside, hoping to find her pa'. Candice Ice De Leon[/I

 

[Bravado]

AkiraM The layout of this CS seems very hard to read, I'd like to ask that you use the layout and CS I provided at the top of this thread. I also notice a few word-choice issues and grammatical errors. Now, moving on to the actual details of the character:

There seem to be a lot of contradictions in your character. Candice was a typical mob, a side character. Blessed with the genes of two beautiful parents, she was born with looks Generally speaking, a mob, or a side character, would not be beautiful and would instead be rather average, which you go on later in the CS to say, therefore contradicting yourself again.

Appearance aside, her personality also has issues. There seem to be contradictory elements that make the character jump back and forth and for her age, she seems much too acquainted with weapons and has far too much inventory concerning the same thing. Concerning the rest of her skills, I feel like it's fair to say that a High Schooler would not be a master diplomat, nor would they have a proficiency for healing others.

Given all of these issues, I would like to invite you to try again. You can either try to work off of the character you have here, fixing the issues I've addressed, or you can start a new one

 

[Nue]

Name: Lena Moore
Age: 37
Gender: Female
Appearance: A gaunt, pinkish face, starting to show signs of age. The word to describe her is 'thin' - thin lips, thin build, thin eyebrows, thin, pointed nose. Strangely smiley, despite her usual disposition - she's prone to grinning lazily in place of giving an actual response to things. Her eyes are lidded and dark, and her face is framed by short, brown hair, the fringe of which she sweeps to the side, or, alternatively, will occasionally scrape into a ponytail.

Her outfits are often unremarkable and put together with comfort in mind, consisting of darker colours and softer fabrics. Occasionally wears makeup (although she likely won't stop to apply it now..) but generally does not put much effort into grooming or looking after her appearance, beyond basic hygiene.

Spoiler: Lena

Personality: Lena is, put politely, 'a bit of a mess', and put informally, 'a total trainwreck'. Emotionally stunted, hot tempered, and with a tendency to self-sabotage, Lena struggles to develop healthy relationships with others, and deal with her emotions in a productive way, making her a bit of a liability in this apocalyptic setting.

She harbours some empathy for others, but almost none for herself, as a history of trauma and neglect has left her with poor-self worth (and a lot of suicidal ideation, although she won't admit it to herself). She doesn't think she's 'good', and this feeds into all her interactions - Lena has been known to cut off or sabotage healthy, good connections to people, because she doesn't feel as though it's fair on them or that she deserves it, and when her life is spiralling, her immediate response is usually to go 'fuck it' and let it continue, rather than trying to salvage it. She likes to keep people at an arms length, and hates feeling vulnerable.

Interestingly, though, this is not the impression that most people would say they get from her - she's surprisingly good at keeping the 'uglier' parts of her under wraps and hidden away. In fact, she puts on a front of confidence and stubbornness so strongly that a lot of people mistake it for competence (she can be quite commanding when she needs to be). When put under pressure and when push comes to shove, Lena will be the one to make the decision if no one else will, and she's stubborn enough to follow through with it til the end.

She can even have a sense of humour about her (although rather bleak) and can be fun to hang around, as long as it doesn't get too deep. The apathy she has can often get mistaken for her being light-hearted.

Occupation (Pre-outbreak): Temp worker at a bookstore (with a long line of other temporary positions and short-lived careers in various other places behind it)
Skills:
- Decisive, will make the tough decisions if no one else will.

- Observant, perhaps surprisingly so.

- A decent cook, when she can be bothered.

- Quick thinking (sometimes a little bit too quick, though) and can take in and synthesise information fast

Inventory:
- A single bag, containing a few changes of clothes, a charger, a torch, and, bizarrely, a crappy romance novel that you would find being sold at an airport
- Her phone, although it's not really much use right now.
- A handful of snacks that she's saving as a last resort (crisps, a few biscuits, ect.). They're taken from her 'I'm too depressed to make a meal right now so I'm just going to eat these' stash, so they're not particularly nutritious..
- A kitchen knife. It's not very useful. She just sort of picked it up as an afterthought.
Relationships:
Mother - She doesn't know where she is. Probably still at her childhood home. Part of her hopes she's in some zombie's belly, or wandering around as a shambling corpse. Not because she wants her dead out of hate, really, but because their relationship is so complicated she honestly feels more soothed by the idea that there's no way she can save her so they don't need to meet ever again.

Father - Who knows where he is, either? He left before she was born, so she's not sure.

History: Her mother didn't mean to get pregnant, and evidently, her father didn't plan on it either. Eunice Moore was a pleasant woman, but her mental health had always wavered, and when she had Lena and her husband left, she never was quite the same. It was almost as if she was mourning - she spent days in a deep depression, days that were not always spent looking after Lena. Lena had to learn to be self sufficient very early on - to look after herself, and her mother - but when a child is forced to mature well before their time, it can affect them more deeply than anyone would initially think. She became very emotionally stunted, and often didn't know how to express herself or handle her feelings. She constantly felt like a burden, and she was painfully aware that she was the reason her father had left, even if her mother didn't say it.

And yet it still hurt when her mother eventually did.

Her mother's sadness had developed into bitterness over the years, bitterness at Lena, who she saw as the reason she was living like this. She never laid a hand on her, but instead resorted to emotional abuse subtle enough that Lena didn't realise what it was until she was much older.

Lena left when she was still a teenager. She wasn't kicked out, necessarily, but she'd recently been outed as a lesbian by one of her classmates and the cold, hostile reception from everyone in her tiny rural town made it clear she wasn't welcome anymore. She wasn't sure that she ever was, really. So her life became a long series of moving around, making questionable decisions, and moving around some more. This pattern has took her up to the current day.

When the outbreak happened, for her, she almost thought 'this might as well happen'. Although she was obviously scared, more than fear, she felt a dull indifference to the whole thing, not really placing much stock in her life and therefore not really caring what happened to her. So, with this mindset, she has been staying with the group of survivors.

 

[ladynlee_13]

Name: Maggie Rye

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Appearance: dark brunette curls with tints of auburn in the sunlight; hazel eyes outlined with thick lashes, and an old childhood scar along the ending edge of her left eyebrow. A mouth with a right dimple if she has a chance to laugh a lot. A round face, a weight of 162 lbs., and a height of 5’1’’.

Personality: Maggie is hopeful. Strange and hopeful. She has a kind disposition, and is either silent or subtly witty. When she comes out of her shyness, her wit is dry, and when she is quiet, she is observant and completely contemplative. Sad. Anxiety riddles her mind, but she tries to keep it under cover, but you can tell if you look at her hands; they fiddle with the ends of her sweaters.

Occupation (Pre-outbreak): a student, an English Major, and Library Assistant

Skills: endurance and strength; track star in high school, and equipped with a green thumb, courtesy of aunt and uncle who gardened their own meals when she was a child.

Inventory: in her old, leather backpack...

- a hammer
- vegetable seeds/ floral seeds
- a photo of her with her niece
- a photo of her aunt and uncle
- a copy of short stories by Nathaniel Hawthorne
- a sketchpad and pens
- pocketknife
- the remainder of her anxiety meds

Relationships:
- her aunt and uncle, Lilith and Max Rye, both college professors, raised her since she was six, but both were found deceased when trouble hit the fan; she was very close to them, and their death is heartbreaking; however, death is no stranger to Maggie.

- her eldest sister, Marjorie, was a single mother, and was killed in a car crash when her child was only two months old. Marjorie and Maggie had grown as children together with their aunt and uncle. Though, Marjorie was older, wiser, and more outgoing than Maggie, the sisters loved one another very much. Marjorie’s death was sudden and cruel - Maggie still hasn’t acknowledged the event truly.

- her niece, Marjorie’s only child, Millie lived with Maggie, Lilith, and Max up until the apocalypse; her whereabouts are unknown, but there was blood on her bed in her room; Maggie refuses to give up hope that a neighbor may have saved Millie.

History:

Sam and Wendy Rye were driving home from a friend’s birthday dinner when their car hydroplaned.

Their two children, Marjorie (12) and Maggie (6), were adopted by Sam’s brother, Max Rye and his wife, Lilith, both instructors at a local community college of both biology and government.

The pair raised the children as if they were their own. Love was definitely given. Marjorie was a little more rebellious while Maggie had more a follower’s heart.

Marjorie rebelled her aunt and uncle, and separated herself as best as she could.

She climbed trees, and stayed in them to draw for long periods of time. Even after she fell out of a tree, and earned the scar on her eyebrow.

As she grew, she excelled in her studies and in reading. An actress in high school, and a competitor in Cross Country for three years.

Marjorie (22) hooked up with a bass guitarist at a concert, and never saw him again. Her daughter was the product.

Her pregnancy drew her back to her family who accepted her with welcome arms.

Maggie was able to be close to her elder sister again, and she loved her thoroughly.

And when Maggie began experiencing the ups and downs of depression and anxiety, her sister (as well as Lilith and Max) were there to support her.

And when Marjorie gave birth to little Millie, Maggie was a loving and supportive aunt. And then, when she started college, and got her own dorm, she spent as much time as she could holding the newborn infant at her aunt and uncle’s where Marjorie stayed in the guest house.

Then, when Marjorie herself was killed in a fatal car accident with an eighteen-wheeler collision on the highway, Maggie completely lost herself.

She took time off of school. Saw a psychiatrist. Barely felt like a good niece, a good aunt.

Lilith would force Maggie to tend to her greenhouse garden with her. They would talk, they would be open. Maggie was finding her way back.

She became a better person that way. More whole, still hurt. Still dreaming about her sister.

But Millie was growing, and Maggie loved Millie.

When trouble hit the fan, Maggie was waking up in her dorm after falling asleep on an English project for an American Literature class.

She heard the screams, the emergency services. She heard the warnings, tried to contact her family with no response.

She returned home to find Lilith and Max gone. Their house an empty structure, but blood on the kitchen floor, the living room, the stairs. Her niece’s bedroom.

She searched and searched. Nothing.

She could do nothing, but pick up, and move on. Even though moving on, emotionally, has barely made progress.

 

[ladynlee_13]

 

[frogmilk]

Name: Joey Walters

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Appearance: Joey is very petite; she isn’t taller than 5’1 on a good day and weighs in at 95 lbs. She has short, unkempt, brown hair, she cut it bluntly by impulse once the apocalypse started. Usually she'll wear it half up, mainly to rid her face of it. Her eyes are big, almond shaped and kind. They’re of a deep brown color with thick, straight brows hovering above them. Before the apocalypse it was not uncommon for her eyes to be bloodshot from spending so much time in front of a screen and so little time asleep. She has a snub shaped nose and her lips are usually chapped, despite her efforts to carry around chapstick. Her skin is a medium color with warm undertones. In the summer, freckles will spread out across her cheeks and nose, though she is not very fond of how they look on her.

Clothing wise, Joey will wear almost anything as long as it is comfortable or adds any sort of advantage or protection. Pre-apocalypse you’d usually find her wearing leggings and a hoodie, or in the warmer months, a t-shirt. Joey has never cared much for clothes, though she does enjoy quality fabrics. Nowadays, however, she steers away from colorful clothing, as it attracts more attention than she necessarily wants.

Personality: Joey is a very analytical person, she’s very perceptive and is good at reading others. Sometimes without realizing it herself. Even though she understands other’s feelings with ease, she values logic and the truth above people’s feelings. This has been known to make her come off as mean, but she rarely has malicious intents. Joey is also a very stubborn person, if she has her mind on something, she is likely to succeed.

Furthermore, Joey is a rather honest person and in turn values honesty in the people around her. She isn’t afraid of calling someone out or sharing her opinions. Though she’s usually pretty cold and can be a bit selfish, once someone is close to her they can expect a very loyal and compassionate friend.

Paranoia is something Joey is very familiar with at this point. Ever since the corpses started rising she has had issues with trusting people, for obvious reasons. This has of course taken a toll on her as she used to enjoy company. At the moment, she’s a bit of a mess. She doesn’t really know what she’s doing and she’s not really sure how she’s managed to stay alive this long. Not that she’ll tell or show anyone that she’s barely holding together, but it will slip up from time to time.

Occupation (pre-outbreak): Student at VCU, majoring in computer science.

Skills:

• Knowledgeable in science, chemistry being her strongest territory
• Electronics and programming
• Problem solving
• Nimble-fingered
• Very small and light, allowing her into places other’s might not be able to get to

Inventory:

• A small tech toolkit, amongst other things containing a couple of screwdrivers and an antistatic wrist band
• Half-empty water bottle (1L)
• Chapstick
• Rechargeable AA (3) and AAA (2) batteries
• An old Gameboy named Bobby
• Big kitchen knife
• A pair of spare socks and underwear
• Old leather jacket (that is way too big for her) that she’ll put on when it’s cold
• Small pocket flashlight

Relationships:

• Tony Walters, father – Status unknown
• Judie Robertson, mother – Status unknown

History: Joey Walters’ upbringing was an average one. She doesn’t have many stories to tell, nor many misfortunes to grieve. Her parents had her when they were still pretty young and actually wanted a boy. Her mother was however not that keen on experiencing another pregnancy, so they settled with naming their daughter a predominantly masculine name; Joey. Now, Joey was never very fond of her name as a child, as it got her a decent amount of teasing, but in her later teens she stopped caring.

Raised in Washington by two parents working well-paying jobs, Joey was an only child. This meant her parents had to work most of the time instead of spending time with Joey, leaving her to find her own ways of entertainment. Her dad eventually bought her a Gameboy at age 8, and she has yet to let it go.

As a child she was very curious, something that has definitely faded away, and she had a fascination with electronics. This curiosity followed her throughout her younger years and at 12 years old one of her favorite pastimes was disassembling and reassembling electronics around the house. Of course, her parents weren’t very fond of coming home to find the TV controller broken. Although Joey never had an affinity for academics, her parents used this interest of hers to coerce her into pursuing an education in engineering.

Joey wasn’t the best student at school, not necessarily because of a lack of intelligence but more so out of laziness. She excelled in both math and science as those were the only subjects she ever had any interest in. Biology was never a favorite of hers, yet she managed to get by quite well. Her main motivation was to understand the science memes on reddit for sure. After High school she enrolled at VCU, studying computer engineering. This forced her to move from her hometown Washington to Richmond, which she was hesitant to do at first. Living by herself was something Joey wasn’t all that certain she could pull of; she didn’t know how to cook, her room was always a mess and well she’s never been the best at managing money. Luckily for her, her parents very rarely had time to come visit her, so she managed to avoid her mother’s nagging about how messy her dorm was.

When the world went to shit, Joey was in the middle of grocery shopping. More precisely, she was waiting in line to pay for her bag of chips when the first news popped up on her phone. She didn’t think much of it until the panic started to spread. That’s when Joey started panicking too. At first, she considered barricading herself in her dorm, then she realised the only food she had in there was the bag of chips, a stash of ramen noodles and a carton of milk on the verge of expiring. After some careful consideration she arrived at the conclusion that she would not survive for long in there.

Instead, Joey grabbed her backpack and started packing. She had heard some of the other students talk about some sort of military camp for the survivors. The very next day she was startled by a knock on her door and was met by a middle-aged man in uniform telling her everyone was being evacuated. Of course, and as expected by Joey, the military holding didn’t last very long.

 

[Spazzycat101]

Gryphon
Literal knight in shining armor
​

• The Basics
• Personal
• Skills and Stuff
• History

• 
  
  
  Gender: F
  
  
  
  Age: 19
  
  
  
  Occupation:
  Part time at a grocery store
  
  
  
  Relationships:
  Everyone she knows she is uncertain of if they are or are not alive.
  
• 
  
  Appearance:
  Dark brown hair with a widow’s peak, cut several inches above chin-length, unprofessionally and unevenly, always dirty. Her eyes are brown in the middle and green around the edges. Her skin is olive-toned, but between the dirt and the many layers of her outfit, it’s difficult to tell. Her jaw is square and the rest of her expressions are soft. Gryphon is about 5’ 10”, and ~190lbs because most of that is muscle. Though how she dresses tends to hide it somewhat, she’s very buff. She could beat just about anyone into the ground, weapon or not. But unless you’re malicious and/or a zombie, she won’t.
  Her common clothing—when she’s not on the hunt or camping out somewhere—is sweatpants and a hoodie or something akin. But when she is out beyond the perimeter of safety, whether it be for an hour or a day, she wears her equipment listed in her inventory; motorcycle helmet, Kevlar gloves, hiking boots, gambeson and chain mail. Yes, literal chain mail armor. That being said, the picture is not very accurate, but it’s the closest I could find.
  
  
  Personality:
  Lots of people say she doesn’t know how to have fun. She does, it’s just a different kind of fun. She prefers the thrill of mild to moderate danger. Bonus, it lets her get some combat practice in! Before she stumbled upon the lumber yard, Gryphon would sometimes drop her stuff in a small zombie-proof spot, then go to wide open areas like parking lots with a low (but still there!) zombie population. Not even to vent anger, because she doesn’t often get angry, but just because there’s a nice adrenaline rush that comes with lopping off the head of an undead munching machine. That being said, she sometimes gets carried away.
  Gryphon doesn’t tend to socialize (and not only because she just got here like a day ago) because it’s a damningly rare thing to find another ren-faire nerd in a suburban public school. In places full of similar people, though, she’s a chatterbox. In both places, however, she has difficulty interpreting the nuance of tone and the like. It’s easier to just not talk than to stumble over your tongue over-explaining yourself. But if anyone dares to ask her anything about swordfighting or something, heavens grant them patience.
  
• 
  
  Skills:
  Pretty decent sword fighter
  Pretty decent archer
  Slightly better-than-average aim
  Wilderness first aid
  Knows a little bit about foraging
  Athletic. Very athletic
  
  Stuff:
  Longsword
  Spoiler

  
  Whetstone
  Cleaning cloth
  Chainmail shirt (+gambeson (padded shirt to wear beneath armor)
  Spoiler

  
  )
  Full motorcycle helmet, w/ visor (scavenged)
  Kevlar gloves (for motorcycles, originally)
  Splint-mail arm and leg bracers (made of scrap car metal and other materials. Work in progress)
  Hiking boots
  Snacks (~1 day)
  Water bottle x2
  Small water filter
  Large hiking backpack
  
  Backpack:
  Sewing kit
  Padded socks x3
  Sweatpants
  Hiking pants
  Legwarmers pair x1
  Hoodie x2
  Shirt x2
  Snacks (~2 days)
  
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  Gryphon’s legal name is not Gryphon. ‘Gryphon’ is simpler though, and for some reason she just feels odd for people who are more or less strangers to be calling her by her real name.
  Since before she was born, her parents and some of her mother’s siblings were renaissance faire nerds. She grew up getting good grades in school, learning archery, playing video games and pouting over their lack of accuracy, so on and so forth. A motley but nice upbringing as an only child in an atypical but well-off family. That said, the armor she wears she and her parents bought. Only the gambeson and chainmail shirt, though. The sword was a gift from an aunt who was also a fan of renaissance faires, but not as financially stable. They didn't ask where she got it from. But yes, she stole it. Otherwise Gryphon's life was for the most part uneventful. Gryphon never found interest in dating and was quietly baffled by how some people her age seemed attracted to drama. One of the things she had dreams of doing that didn’t quite come to fruition was wandering around in the American west to see as many national parks as she could get around to. Gryphon did go camping in the summers, intermittent with attending faires, but that was only in wooded state parks that just so happened to be nearby. When the outbreak hit, she was taking a gap year to have more time to think about just what in the heck she hoped to do with her life. At zero hour she was working, but when she came home, the house was locked up tight, empty of people, full of their belongings, and her parents’ car was still there. Gryphon hopes to figure out what happened to them and find them, if they’re still alive, but some things--rotten risen dead, to be specific--got in the way of that. In the four weeks since then she’s scavenged some armor that she didn’t already have.
  

 

[Becker]

Name:
Adam Wei

Age:
45

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Adam is 5'10 or around 1.78 meters tall, he is of obvious Asian origins and speaks with a Americanized yet distinctly Cantonese accent. Whilst not particularly muscular and looking on the leaner side, his work involves a lot of heavy and hard work on his body thus Adam is as strong as the next working man. His most distinguishing features would be the mole on the right side of his lower mouth and the highly detailed tattoo of the Chinese General Guan Yu on his back. The so called "God of War" is highly revered and celebrated back home in Hong Kong for his loyalty and righteousness. Whilst Adam did also have a few other tattoos linking him to the Sun Yee On Triad group, he had long since had the majority of them removed sometime after moving to the States ~ though the scars from the laser removal has discolored his skin where the tattoos once were. Adam has 20/20 vision and thus does not need glasses ~ his dark brown eyes have long since grown accustom to the quick reactions needed when he was driving mule cars, heavily laden with 'product' in and around the many backstreets of Hong Kong.

Trying to break-away from the cheap, sweat-shop made denim trousers and simple white vests he wore during his time with the Triads. Adam typically wears a lot more mature clothing nowadays, buttoned shirts and jumpers. He also chooses to wear utility trousers or cargo-pants as he feels much more comfortable in them than parading around in a full-suit. On days where he's not feeling so great, Adam throws on a hoodie whilst keeping huddled away in his home ~ sitting in a pool of self-reflection and melancholy.

Spoiler: Adam's back tattoo of the Chinese God of War: Guan Yu

Personality & History:
In his younger years, Adam was the average hot-shot with a personality to match ~ spontaneous, overconfident and outspoken with affairs that weren't his to interfere with. Once he fell further into the Triad life-style, his behavior warped itself as he became more and more involved with criminal activity. Violence was nothing new in the backstreets of Hong-Kong but gang on gang fighting brought with it an entirely new set of codes and tactics. Adam very quickly learnt the best way to incapacitate an opponent was to break a limb and move onto the killing blow before they had a chance to recover. The old Kung-Fu films of one on one duels were exactly that, for the films and not the grim reality of criminal life.

That was his old life however and since moving to the states, Adam has tried his best to distance himself from his original upbringing. His temper has mellowed, his sense of dominance has dissipated and his patience is now boundless. He is no longer the young-man he now despises, the violence he committed hangs over Adam like a prison sentence waiting to drop and his haunting memories cause an exhausting amount of fatigue and anxiety.

That said, Adam often disguises his past with a more casual life-style, he often claims he used to work for a fish-mongers and transported crates of fish from port to sellers ~ even claims to have delivered 'product' to some of the finest restaurants in Hong Kong. Whether folk believe his stories or suspect a more sinister backstory is up for speculation but before the world came to the end, Adam would have frequent visits from government agents. Some say he's a Chinese double-agent who defected to the West after being blackmailed by the CIA and others have even more elaborate claims however Adam continues to insist he was a delivery driver and nothing more ~ a half-truth at best.


Occupation (Pre-outbreak):
Electrician

Skills:
Experienced Mechanic and Electrician - Adam has plenty of car building knowledge from his Triad days, retrofitting everyday cars into high-performance transporters for their 'product' smuggling business. Furthermore since moving to the States, he underwent further education and became a qualified Electrician to not only distance himself from his past but to always have a steady income.

Some Martial-Art skills - Whilst Adam ain't no Bruce Lee, life as a Triad meant learning how to protect himself with and without a weapon. Still this was nearly 20 years ago now and Adam hasn't had a reason to fight since. These later years of lounging about has taken a toll on his body and isn't as flexible anymore so he won't be trying any high-kicks anytime soon.

A proper home-cook - Whether it's making pork buns or preparing chicken feet to be boiled, Adam has not forgotten his family's roots of serving in the kitchen. His Mother's recipes passed down to him when he was just a sweet, innocent child ~ learning to cook at his Mother's side. Though he has never had any aspirations to become a chef, Adam does enjoy the process of cooking his own meals from time to time.

Inventory:
Illegally obtained Smith & Wesson Model 625 Revolver (Chambered in .45 ACP)
5 rounds of .45 ACP ammunition (Currently chambered)
Mobile Phone
Wallet
Packet of cigarettes and lighter
The clothes on his back and little else..

Relationships:
To be discovered ​