Fantasy 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑬𝒙𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ∆ Character Sheets

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Role ˙ Human, Role Title​

Name ˙ Jane Doe​

Nickname ˙ Optional​

Birthdate, Age ˙ March 13, 20XX (The RP will be taking place in the year 2077 You do not have to have a birth year, but a birth month and day is necessary.)​

Gender​

Sexuality​

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Height​

Weight​

Hair Color​

Eye Color​

Body Type​

Facial Features​

Body Modifications ˙ Tattoos, scars, overall distinguishable features.​

[div class=tags]Personality[/div]

Vices​

Virtues​

Habits​

Quirks​

Fears & Weaknesses​

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History​

Background​

[div class=tags]Misc[/div]

Optional​

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Since the moment the Gods blessed him with the ever-so audacious warmth from the stars, Adlai has known nothing but loyalty and devotion. Although his devotion can be argued with, it never changed the fact that his existence was never his own. Having descended from a place that knows no boundaries; Adlai has gone from the honorable patriarch to disreputable mutt.

Who would've thought that centuries worth of knowledge, that can overwhelm a library; and strength, that can hardly be competed with by man or animal; would be wasted in just a couple of months? In just records time, Adlai has gone against what he was designed for and he's not entirely sure if it was the right decision.

He has never been so unsure.

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[div class=quote] ❝ When I let go of what I am
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[div class="1tab tabs"][div class=chatbox] [div class=reqchat]At times, there are words that I would like to share but I'm not sure if I should share them. [/div] [div class=reqicon][/div] [/div][div class=reqbody][div class=reqscroll][div class=reqstackc] [div class=reqstack] [div class=reqh]full name[/div] [div class=reqt]eva kane[/div] [/div] [div class=reqstack] [div class=reqh]nickname(s)[/div] [div class=reqt]ev[/div] [/div] [div class=reqstack] [div class=reqh]birthday + age[/div] [div class=reqt]February 20, 21[/div] [/div] [div class=reqstack] [div class=reqh]gender[/div] [div class=reqt]female[/div] [/div] [div class=reqstack] [div class=reqh]sexuality[/div] [div class=reqt]asexual[/div] [/div] [div class=reqstack] [div class=reqh]role[/div] [div class=reqt]the thief[/div] [/div] [/div]
[div class=appc] [div class=apph]height[/div] [div class=appt]5'2".[/div] [/div] [div class=appc] [div class=apph]weight[/div] [div class=appt]99 lbs.[/div] [/div] [div class=appc] [div class=apph]hair color[/div] [div class=appt]A naturally born brunette whose hair is at the mercy of humidity, typically it would result to an unruly curls "[/div] [/div] [div class=appc] [div class=apph]eye color[/div] [div class=appt]dark brown that is usually typically dull or burning with passion[/div] [/div] [div class=appc] [div class=apph]body type[/div] [div class=appt]has a naturally skinny physique and difficulty in gaining fat and muscle despite the natural exercise requiring them to do for survival.[/div] [/div] [div class=appc] [div class=apph]facial features[/div] [div class=appt]doesn’t have an overly distinctive face, could be considered slightly pretty at most the longer one looks at her. [/div] [/div] [div class=appc] [div class=apph]body modifications[/div] [div class=appt]has several scars on her arms, legs, back from clumsily getting injured. there is an especially prominent one lining up around her left temple to her left ear which is covered by her hair. [/div] [/div] [/div][div class=reqscroll][/div][/div]
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[div class="2tab tabs" style=display:none;][div class=pers] [div class=persheader] [div class=persbox] [div class=persh]vices.[/div] [div class=perst][div class=scroll] apathy, extremely dependent, fussy, slow, sensitive, short-tempered, morally-grey, lacks abstract-thinking [/div][/div] [/div] [div class=persbox] [div class=persh]virtues.[/div] [div class=perst][div class=scroll] analytical, efficient, fortitude, simple-minded, intuitive, insatiable curiosity, resilient, resourceful [/div][/div] [/div] [/div][div class=persbody][div class=scroll] [div class=appc] [div class=apph]personality[/div] [div class=appt] Eva Kane is a being who wouldn’t survive without the care of others. She is strongly dependent on others and it is easy for others to view her as a burden. She would find herself struggling in doing tasks that one shouldn’t normally have a problem with. Add to that, she is a very peculiar girl who moves in the beat of her own drum. No matter how much she may attempt to engage socially, it never simply works out. The way her thought processes are much different to others, how slow she is based on her reactions and there is also the fact no matter how many words she uses, may it be over or under, getting her point across to most people is extremely difficult and would typically create misunderstandings. She’s also quite a sensitive, over-all fussy person who holds no barred which makes her not the easiest person to get along with.

However, in fact, she is quite a simple-minded person, capable of finding joy in the smallest things. She paints her world simply with black and white and has no room for useless things. She categorizes things in two manners: something she has no interest in or one that she’s interested in, the latter often results in obsession wherein there’s no in between. Her intrapersonal skills are so poor such that jokes, sarcasm and lying go over her head. She wouldn’t even be aware until one points it out to her. Her simple-mindedness causes her to fall back and rely on intuition and gives her hyperfocus on the task at hand, maximizing efficiency. One of her best assets is her fortitude and resilience in the face of adversity. Yet, her methods are notoriously questionable. It may have something to do with her upbringing wherein she accepts violence as a form of method for persuasion. She also does not find disputes that becomes physical any problem but even encourage them if it would help settle differences sooner. [/div] [/div] [div class=appc] [div class=apph]habits[/div] [div class=appt]

• banging her head on hard surfaces
• biting her nails
• chewing her lower lip
• staring at walls
• observing other people

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• prone to repeating words or sentences essentially, stuttering.
• only wears clothes that she feels comfortable in.
• often hides behind the back of people that she feels reliant to and would depend on them often.
• whenever she’s stressed, she would organize anything and everything she can either based on shape, size or color.
• would list down various random information in a notebook that would be dedicated for a particular item such as license plates of cars that she would come across and would never write the same one twice since she has them memorized.

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• being rejected completely
• the loss of information
• intense amount of stimuli
• socially inept and lack understanding of most human concepts i.e. empathy

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The origins of Eva Kane are of unclear circumstances, she was nothing but a babe of a few days old when she had been found- appearingly to be abandoned in a crumbling building. She had been found by a group of survivors who were scavenging for food and supplies. She was so weak from malnourishment that she wasn’t even capable of crying out for help. They had estimated that she had been left a few days after a large devastation which was estimated to be centered near the area where she was. They made possible reasons why she had been left behind. It was either the fact something had happened that they caused them to go in such a hurry that they had no choice but to leave the baby, the earthquake seemed like the most likely cause but one couldn’t deny the possibility that her parents might have seen the winged creatures that cause them to fled without trying to come back and save the child or even had an unfortunate encounter with them.


However, there was one other reason why they would leave the child. They simply couldn’t bother to. Life had been known even further for its unpredictability. Even one's survival couldn’t be guaranteed since resources have become limited. Children could be considered as a handicap now especially babies that were entirely reliant on others for survival. They lived in hard times which made their hearts much colder. Not many were willing to shoulder the burden of caring for a child that was unrelated to them. Just as though life appeared to give her one more chance, it quickly had turned bleak once more. Her life would have ended then perhaps, if Julianne Kane hadn’t joined them.


Julianne Kane was a mother who had lost her daughter a few years back. It had mostly been out of maternal instinct and how pitiful the child appeared that she took the responsibility of adopting her as her own. Especially as she held the extremely small child in her arms who could be considered barely breathing, when her small hand clenched tightly around her finger impacted her greatly - this tiny human being that was left on her own for who knows how long, held long as she could for survival. Julianne understood that this child was a fighter and since she didn’t give up then she wouldn’t either. They would eventually find a large scar from her temple to her ear which was gruesome to see on a newborn child which made Julianne respect her all the more.


But raising Eva Kane had been no easy task especially given humanity’s current conditions. Eva was slow and much weaker compared to her peers. From physical development to social behavior, everything about her was way more way behind. Eva was extremely dependent on others to take care of her and required a lot of attention. Thankfully, the family that she had been adopted to was responsible and grew to care for her. It was easy to see that she was a burden and more trouble than she was worth. Since she hasn’t had any blood relations with them in the first place, many of those that knew them thought it was much better if they had abandoned her instead.


Around their area, Eva was infamous for her peculiarity. It was difficult in avoiding attention given how strange she was and overall unconventional. She was known for being the burden of the Kane Family. But she had been portraying how truly unique she was since she was eight years of age. Her older brother of five years, Kyle had been casually almost just as though speaking his thoughts aloud wondering on what day would his birthday fall on this year. Eva had answered him that his birthday would be on a Sunday and smiled asking if him he’s glad that Mother and Father wouldn’t need to leave that day. Perhaps out of curiosity or how it bothered him slightly on how confident she seemed, Kyle had checked the calendar. He found that she had been correct but disregarded it, thinking perhaps it had been a fluke.


It had been highlighted even further later on, when Julianne had found out that Eva remembered everything she had shared with her. She had talked often, shared stories, sharing everything that she knows perhaps in effort to drive the young girl to speak as well. Her several great-grandparents before Earth had been reduced in this state had been scholars. They had been the type of parents who gave their children a complete encyclopedia set and other similar books to further their knowledge. Children had always been curious creatures and had a thirst for knowledge. They are more than willing to offer them such. As more and more disasters struck more often than they had seen in the last few decades, they had understood the importance of knowledge more than ever. Even what seemed to be trivial information would be useful later on.


This became especially true as the heavy reliance on technology had backfired to humanity. The emergence of e-books and various other complications such as the heavier expenses of releasing books had made them less and less. This was why aside from fairy tales that they would share at night, it was of deep importance that heritage, values and scientific information had to be passed down. No matter how much they would try to salvage their hard copies or protect their electronic devices from completely shutting down, this was not exactly full proof. One method of ensuring knowledge would still be passed down was through falling back to one of the oldest practices- oral tradition.This was exactly what the Kane family did, however the memory of human beings was not like before. There was so much information that they needed to pass on, even they were unable to remember everything. In order to ensure this, one method was making sure that they were memorable.


Julianne shared everything to Eva, not entirely expecting the young girl to be listening attentively. She, herself, admitted that she acknowledged that the information was no longer reliable. It became twisted and wrapped with both truth and lies. Some information may not even be related with one another. The human brain was not always the most reliable.


But it was through this that that brought Eva’s fascination- if not appropriately called obsession to History. What was it about this piece of information to be so important by her family? Ever since it had been told to her that all the information that was shared to her had been mixed with halfs truths and lies and most likely incomplete, it had become her personal mission into learning everything she can so she can separate what are the actual facts and what was simply added. She needed to learn exactly what the Trojan Horse was for and if they really used it to fight vampires for independence in Gettysburg.


They learned how truly special she was when they had brought out books for her. Books were a rarity and luxury that many people didn’t have much these days. For even if one had books, how much useful would it be in their lives today where they had civilizations had to move centuries backwards? But it had been rare for Eva to pour so much interest that they dug it up, hoping it may help in improving her condition since actually seeking a medical specialist was not easy to afford nor did they expect that they were capable of accurately diagnosing her unique condition. They had attempted guessing with what they knew that Eva Kane might perhaps have autism.


Not entirely wrong but not quite right either. Eva could be considered as a Savant though this could never be entirely confirmed due to lack of resources, knowledge and expertise on the subject in the era that they lived in. The only way it can be entirely confirmed was through her extraordinary talent and the peculiarities that she had. Eva had quickly gone through the books that were given to her. Barely even a day when she would finish one book worth of hundreds of pages. The books that they had couldn’t even be considered a collection and it’s deteriorating state after going through mites and humidity but it was more than what other households would have. Some were basically summaries that had personally been written down to ensure it would be passed down. When she was done, she wouldn’t pay any attention to the book once more and would instead request more. This had caused them to doubt if she in fact actually read the books. They had tested it out and shocked to find she had memorized it; however, once asked what she had thought regarding Anne of Green Gables’ situation, she was speechless. Other skills includes calendar calculating, the ability of intricate map or route memorizing including the capability to compute distance with precise accuracy from visualization and perfect appreciation of passing time without benefit of a clock that make her the integral existence in the group.


Yet, reality is not what it always seemed. For there was a reason how that one was capable of taking care and raising Eva this way. It all had to do with the fact Kane Family was something similar to a gang lord in the area. They had the capability and therefore the resources. This gave them a rise in power and a certain influence in the area that they lived in which developed more and more until they have reached into the present. From their ancestors' foresight, they managed to live more comfortably compared to other homes and those seeking to have such blessing came under their wing. Many of them grow a deep sense of gratitude to the family and become loyal.


However as times become more desperate and discussion could no longer be settled peacefully which resulted that their methods have too, become more unorthodox and adapted in order to survive. Everyone was willing to do what it takes in order to survive. There are those who are silently waiting for them to show any signs of weakness to snatch up what they have. Hence the reason why Eva’s existence was notoriously infamous aside from her quirks. Some envied her for being adopted in such a family and access to resources. When Eva had requested her family for more books, with knowledge of what she’s able to do with them they wasted no amount of effort on providing what they could get their hands on. In the end, it indeed benefited them as she further improved their lives and those under them. However growing up wasn’t easy. Although Eva was technically taken care of, many who took care of her ,when her adopted family was unable to, were clearly despised for becoming the family’s weak link and disappointment that they greatly respected. They took care of her however they didn’t baby her. The most they would do is bare minimum out of the respect of the Kanes. But she lived her life exposed to her family’s lifestyle- it could not necessarily be associated with crime as law and order now as they were barely functioning but what appears to be like underworld isn’t necessarily foreign to her and their proceedings.
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[Sereda]

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Nickname . Kai
Birthdate, Age . June 12, 2055, 22
Gender . Female
Sexuality . Heterosexual

Height . 5'11"
Weight . 55 kg
Hair Color . Black
Eye Color . Brown
Body Type . Lithe
Facial Features . Everything about her face looks almost... sharp.
Body Modifications . She has a birthmark on her lower back, a couple of scars and scratches on places that tell of her recklessness in her youth.

Malakai Westbrooke had never known an easy life. As one of the many adopted beneficiaries of the Westbrooke Home, she had to fight with thirty or more children in order to win her place at the table. Even so young, they already know the way of the world, and Kai refused to remain prey to those who believe themselves mighty. Being on the smaller side, she has recognized that she was best alone. Trying to fight against injustices did her no good, as the weak together were still that: weak. After the last black eye and narrowly avoiding a stab in the guts, she was determined to look only after her own. Other people dragged her down or pulled her in conflicts she did not want to be part of or had no business intervening in. Thus, she cut every single one until all the relationships had chilled into nothing. Once she was too old to keep living in Westbrooke Home, she scuttled through the streets famished and beaten until she hardened into the woman she now believes herself to be. She had no intention of dying so easily, but she is not unwelcome of the prospect of facing death when it came for her. So long as it's not because of something stupid.

The disasters came the very second she left Westbrooke Home, making her feel as though the world itself was rebelling against her presence. It abandoned her in destruction and decay, only ever bearing witness to the tragedy as if it was her punishment for choosing to be alone. Others clung to whom they deemed most dear, and all the while, Malakai watched them all break under the might of forces too powerful. Those left behind wept, nurtured the gnawing feeling of loss, rendering them unwilling to chase a future. She thought it too sad of a way to live. Determined, she vowed never to let anyone weep for her.

Vices . Dismissive of morals, keeps neutrality during crises, holds no responsibility for others, will not hesitate to leave people behind, survives for herself alone Virtues . Resilient, calm and cool, knows how to survive and will use it to her advantage, has an open mind, is not easily swayed Quirks . If obligatory apathy was a quirk, sure. Habits . Keeps to herself most of the time, often disregarding the presence of other people unless it becomes a necessity. She does not keep idle and often try to find something to do, making use of her flexible intellect in order to continuously find ways to survive in their current hellhole. Fears & Weaknesses . In Kai's experiences, nothing makes you weaker than having something to lose. She is not immune to feeling, but she chooses not to recognize her emotions for fear of getting attached - something that will encourage her to act recklessly for the sake of someone else's stupidity. There is a reason she keeps her distance, and she prefers it remains that way.

"I never claimed to be a kind person, nor will I ever."

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[BenjaminAaron]

Peter Kelly
Human - The Compass
nickname - “Pete”

As a young man Peter and his brother Monroe were inseparable. They would do everything together. Growing up in a world in chaos was difficult but his family was smart and his Mother and Father risked everything for him and his brother. Monroe died young to an asthma attack while on the road and Pete’s father couldn’t take the pain. Mr. Kelly left Peter and his mother with a small camp of people one night. Peter grew up with survivors. They taught him every skill he needed to learn, and he was good at it. Peter’s mother died from old age in 2065 at which point Peter started a family of his own with Heidi. Now, a man who has lost it all, “Pete” Kelly doesn’t have too much to live for after his world fell apart. Once a father of two beautiful girls and married to the love of his life, Peter had it all. But like all things gold, it didn’t last forever. Now Pete walks the world looking for something to believe in again.
Birth: December 19
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Height: 5’11
Weight: 185
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Deep Blue
Body Type: Athletic
Facial Features: Disheveled beard and a scar running down his right cheek, causing no hair to grow there.
Vices: Constantly haunted by his past mistakes, Pete is hot tempered and aggressive. He often jumps to conclusions and is extremely pessimistic when it goes to situations.
Virtues: Pete is very caring and loving for the people he trusts, trying to fill a void in his life. Pete is strong minded and willed, isn’t pushed around easily.
Habits: Pete Kelly smokes cigarettes like it’s a necessity. He picked it up after the death of his family and hasn’t been able to stop since. This can cause a problem sometimes when he can’t find cigarettes. He goes into withdrawal.
Fears and Weaknesses: Scared of losing the people he loves. Will never let them go out in harms way. Pete is tormented by flashbacks of his family’s deaths.

 

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THE DIPLOMAT[/div][div class=line][/div] [div class=inner][div class=innerfade][div class=header]THE
DIPLOMAT[/div] [div class="tab tab1 chosentab" style="top: 5px;"]BASICS —[/div] [div class="tab tab2" style="top: 17px;"]LOOKS —[/div] [div class="tab tab3" style="top: 29px;"]PERSONA —[/div] [div class="tab tab4" style="top: 41px;"]HISTORY —[/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents1 show"][div class=scroll]NAME [div class=answer]Avery Mauntell.[/div] AGE + BIRTHDATE [div class=answer]September 5th, 23.[/div] GENDER [div class=answer]Male.[/div] SEXUALITY [div class=answer]Pan.[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents2"][div class=scroll]HEIGHT [div class=answer]5'7"[/div] WEIGHT [div class=answer]135.[/div] BUILD [div class=answer]Has some muscle, expected of someone surviving and doing everything by hand, but not especially bulky.[/div] HAIR [div class=answer]Long with shorter sides. Blue if he has access to dyes.[/div] EYES [div class=answer]Dark.[/div] BODY MODIFICATIONS [div class=answer]Radial tattoo on his temple (not pictured in fc). Several tattoos across his hands and arms.[/div] WARDROBE [div class=answer]Practical, nothing that would get caught if he were escaping a rough situation. Throws away anything that gets old or worn, he likes to keep his appearance in check.[/div] GALLERY
[div class=leftpic style="background: var(--image-2); background-size: cover; background-position: top center;"][/div] [div class=rightpic style="background: var(--image-3); background-size: cover; background-position: top center;"][/div] [div class=leftpic style="background: var(--image-4); background-size: cover; background-position: center;"][/div] [div class=rightpic style="background: var(--image-5); background-size: cover; background-position: center;"][/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents3"][div class=scroll]PERSONA [div class=answer]From childhood, Avery was taught to keep a level head. The current world has no allowance for weakness or uncontrollable emotions, and if you act without thinking, you’ll be in danger. Even more so, the people depending on him need someone to be their anchor. Avery takes this to heart and avoids letting his emotions take control of his choices. He has a difficult time with loud and boisterous personalities, immediately wanting to be in control of the situation, and by extension, that person. Avery’s strongest dislike is childishness, and when people question his decisions. His reputation is one of his strongest survival mechanisms, so he keeps knowledge of himself specifically tailored to what he wants people to know. Having a group around him is vital, and he'll fight to keep them together and working well. He’s smart when it comes to manipulating a situation, but less so when his peers become agitated. Defending his own reputation is a rare exception to his own rule of keeping emotions in check. If he’s put under pressure, his personality can be intense and dark. [/div] VICES [div class=answer]• Protective • Impatient • Controlling[/div] VIRTUES [div class=answer]• Charming • Dependable • Hard working[/div] HABITS [div class=answer]• Checking in on the members of his group. • Practicing conversations under his breath. • Keeping mental (and sometime on paper) notes about his peers.[/div] QUIRKS [div class=answer]• He carries a bed roll and tarp with him and refuses to sleep on a dirty ground. • Loots whatever soap he can find, and throws away any clothing that becomes too dirty or worn.[/div] FEARS AND WEAKNESSES [div class=answer]• Losing control. • Being captured. • Having his group turn on him.[/div] [/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents4"][div class=scroll]THE STORY [div class=answer] Avery’s early years were fortunate. His family inhabited a small island off a rocky coast, existing hidden from the cruelty of the deteriorating world. They survived off fish and native plants, keeping to a confined area and avoiding drawing attention to themselves. This lasted into his early teens, and his days were occupied with playing games and learning alongside his three siblings. Growing up in a social environment taught him the people skills that have supported him later in life. Good things never last, and this was no exception. When he was fourteen years old, the island was overtaken by a small circle of survivors and was looted for supplies. Wounded and left defenseless, members of his family were slowly picked off and kidnapped until Avery himself was pulled from the island. Brought to the mainland, he was held prisoner for a week before he was able to slip away. Starved and exhausted, he was thrown into the world he’d been sheltered from for so long. The following years were the hardest of his life, there wasn’t a day that went by without him longing for home. Without the physical fighting skills, he depended on his social skills for survival - trying to anticipate the danger from violent survivors and mooching off the friendly ones. Connections rarely lasted, and the friends he made usually slipped away or perished. His rosy past comes with drawbacks as being alone is impossible for him. More so than supplies, he seeks community for survival, and views isolation as a punishment worse than death. He longs to build something like he once had, where a normal, happy life could be lived. [/div][/div][/div] [/div][/div][/div][/div]

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[Fred Colon]

Spoiler: Ponder McClelan

Role ˙ Human, Medic


Name ˙ Ponder McClellan


Birthdate, Age ˙ April 30th 2029


Gender Male


Sexuality Heterosexual

APPEARANCE


Height 5’11’’


Weight 150


Hair Color: Grey


Eye Color: Green


Body Type: Rail Thin


Facial Features: A long, sad face with thin lips and bags under his eyes.


Body Modifications: Ponder has a lifetime of scars and burn from his endeavours, most of them small and unimpressive. Many of the scars are on his hands.

PERSONALITY


Vices: After a relatively long life, Ponder knows what he believes. There is very little room in his mind for doubt or compromise when it comes to certain principles. Life is to be desired, death is to be staved off, period end of story. He is willing to put himself in harm's way, and often, ironically, other people in his effort to save everyone. Every time he fails, and he fails often, he takes it quietly, but hard. He desperately wants everyone to be happy and is very willing to forgive and forget, when some people don’t deserve to have their crimes forgiven or forgotten. He turns to drink in his darkest hours, when he thinks he’s failed and fears that nothing he does matters.


Virtues: Ponder is a staunch defender of what he believes is right. He’s not a violent man, but he will stand in the way of anyone who he believes isn’t doing the right thing, friend or foe, whether he believes he can stop them or not. The world has fallen, but he believes he’s making it a better place by not falling himself. He isn’t afraid to die, but loves the life he has and wants to use it to the best of his ability, and accepts and encourages everyone to do the same. He won’t abandon anyone to their fate.


Habits: Ponder likes games and dancing. Not as young as he once was, sometimes people think he looks silly, but he carries around a deck of cards and an old copy of ‘One Night Werewolf’ that his father had given him as a boy, and loves to play as the Werewolf. He believes that this is another method of healing, and so tries his best to play with others frequently, or encourage others to dance by making a fool of himself when there’s music.


Quirks: Ponder has trouble sleeping, and seems to need less of it than your average person. He has a little notebook where he writes down important names and people, as well as observations about things he finds beautiful. This notebook is private and important to him. He is very reluctant to show it to anyone.


Fears & Weaknesses: Ponder is constantly, deathly afraid that he isn’t making a difference. He’s worried the world is too broken for people to fix, and is sometimes terrified that he is the only one trying. He’s not afraid of death, but worries what will happen to those close to him when he inevitably meets his end, something that becomes likelier and likelier as he ages and still puts himself in such dangerous situations.

Ponder’s biggest weakness is that he’s getting older. He’s not as strong or fast as the others, and a life fraught with danger is taking its toll on him. He doesn’t recover as quickly, doesn’t sleep as well and pretends to others around him that this isn’t true. He can’t show weakness. Others rely on him.

BACKGROUND


History: Ponder was born into a large family that was relatively well off, at least compared to others in this disaster wracked world. His mother and father were kind people. They focused most on the family's survival, but they were never cruel or callous, and if they had a surplus they always lent a helping hand to their neighbors. Eventually Ponder parted ways with his parents. He wanted to do more than merely survive, and he knew people were suffering, so despite the dangers he headed out into the world. He traveled from place to place, and eventually fell in with a traveling doctor. She was a kind woman, older than him by quite a lot, but she was still traveling and helping people, stoic and strong regardless of the situation. They traveled together for two years, and she taught him how to set bones and sew wounds. She showed him how to deliver children and bring down a fever.

That ended when they were assaulted by a fanatical group of doomsday preppers. Up until this point his mentor had defused these sorts of situations by offering to treat the sick or the wounded. These preppers accepted, but decided that they would keep these medics, and then slaughtered the other travelers they were with, men women and children.

For years Ponder and his mentor were forced to use their skills for these doomsday preppers. A tribal, almost familial group, they were outsiders and treated as such. Their leader was a quasi religious figure who espoused survival of the inherently superior, and this strange group was supposedly the peak of human existence, at least according to her. Causing a superior human ‘undue pain’ during treatment earned beatings. Failing to save someone meant no food for however long the preppers decided. Ponder was young, and he could handle the harsh conditions, but his mentor was not. Two years in and she suddenly collapsed. Ponder tried to resuscitate her but to no avail. He hadn’t even realized she was ailing, she’d put on such a brave face for him. He didn’t even get to say goodbye before she went. Now he was all alone, and it was the most terrible feeling in the world.

Years passed and eventuall a terrible earthquake, it's epicenter a little too close, wracked the area, destroying the camp. The camp in flames, Ponder saw it as his chance to escape. But as he ran he saw a father desperately trying to lift a burning support beam off his son, he was crying desperately for help, but no one was coming. This man was one of the cruelest men in the camp, but now he was weak. Vulnerable. Pathetic. Pondered remembered the feeling of helplessness he felt when first they were captured, and then again when his mentor had died and did the only thing he could. He ran to help.

The man and the boy were badly burned by the time things were finished. Ponder was, too, his hands were just a pair of raw blisters that never fully healed even years after. Ponder, without supplies and on the run, took care of them the best he could.

While they sweated and agonized, while Ponder tried his best with his lack of supplies to heal them, he talked to them. They had little choice but to talk back. In a fit of delirium induced honesty, Ponder learned that the father had wanted to be a dancer, once, as a child. When he’d told his family that they had beaten him and he’d given it up. The son, a young boy of eight, tried his best to be stoic and spoke harshly to Ponder, like his father used to. He didn’t want his father to worry or be disappointed in him, and Ponder saw him constantly glance in his fathers direction, looking for approval. But the boy succumbed to his wounds three days after the attack. The father wept silent tears, and when eventually he recovered, to Ponder's surprise he thanked him, and then left him alone in the cave they had taken refuge in.

It was then Ponder realized that whatever he thought of these people that treated him so cruelly, so badly, they were just people. He’d had the blessing to live in a kind, loving family, but not everyone was so lucky. Cruelty bred cruelty. He would not contribute to the cycle.

Ponder resolved to use the life that had been spared to ensure that he, at least, broke the cycle of cruelty and selfishness. He should have died back there, after all. The least he could do now was use that extra time to ensure others could break the cycle too. He would not abandon anyone to their fate. He would show people that someone, at least, cared about them, no matter who they were. Perhaps then, in some small way, he could heal the world, too.

 

[ArchAngelLexi]

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[div class=subtitle]Role[/div] The Medic
[div class=subtitle]Age[/div] 23
[div class=subtitle]Birthday[/div] April 14th
[div class=subtitle]Gender[/div] Female
[div class=subtitle]Sexuality[/div] Bisexual
[div class=subtitle]Appearance[/div] Sabrina is a tall yet skinny woman; standing at 8'8" 132 lbs. She has medium length ginger hair, hazel eyes, and fair skin. Has a number of stick and poke tattoos. [/div][/div] [div class=textcontainer][div class=text]
[div class=subtitle]Personality[/div] Sabrina is a quite girl but manages to put up a facade of confidence when she needs to. While in most regards she tries to avoid getting hurt or being cause pain she has gotten more than a few stick and poke tattoos, mostly just appreciating the art. Also finding it the only 'out there' thing she enjoys.
Vices Cowardice, Shy, Understatement
Virtues Caring, Dependable, Graceful.
Habits/Quirks Very fidgety when nervous or lying. Will almost always stop to collect, log and press new plants. Hums when working. Doesn't like people watching her eat
Weakness/fears Death and failing to help someone one due to her own failures of cowardice.
[div class=subtitle]Extra[/div] Her childhood friend gave all her tattoos
[/div][/div] [div class=textcontainer][div class=text] [/div][/div] [div class="bkgdpic show"][/div] [div class=credit]Code by PrincessMuk[/div] [/div]

Spoiler: Background (couldn't get the code to work right)

[div class=subtitle]Background[/div] Her family passed down the knowledge of natural medicine for many generations even before the natural disasters struck. It wasn't until she was 14 till she actually took interest and began studying with her older and younger sister, being the last to start learning. As a child she was always getting her best friend out of trouble, both living vicariously through them but always disapproving and being too afraid to join. Being the last of her siblings to take up the studies of natural medicine tends to see herself as not as good as her 2 siblings even though she has always had natural skills when it comes to acupuncture and delicate work with her hands; eg wound care and stitching.


As the years of studying with her family she became increasingly interested in ancient Chinese acupuncture and learning about plans that could have been used for medicine back in the day. Though much of the info is likely outdated or lost over years of being orally passed down. She has one note book that she uses to log all info she learned which she bound herself.

 

[Storme]

code by pasta ​

xwillowthewispx

personality

Vices:
Aloof | Willow comes off as cold and unwelcoming at first, which is fine with her since she tries to keep most people at arm’s reach in fear of losing them. She thrives to maintain the appearance of cool, calm and collected but most of the times just appears cold and annoyed. This is not purposeful, she just has a hard time navigating social environments and has a hard time finding the right words to say, so her replies are sometimes a bit clipped and short.

Impatient | Despite being a medic, Willow is rather impatient and wants things to happen right then and there and is not a fan of waiting in the long run. Her impatience isn’t reserved just for waiting for things to happen, but she also gets easily impatient with people. She doesn’t like having to explain herself and she hates having to wait for people to make decisions.

Reflective | Being reflective for Willow is a double edged sword, on one hand its beneficial for her to reflect on things as a medic to determine which form of treatment is the best for a patient, but on the other hand, it can be harmful for her mental health when she dwells on her mistakes in a borderline obsessive manner. In her area of expertise, mistakes can mean life or death and in the world they live in, too many lives were already cut short and she couldn’t bear live with herself if a life was lost because of a single mistake.

Virtues:

Idealistic | Underneath Willow's cool exterior lies an almost child-like form of the idea of hope. Hope for a better day, hope that maybe, just maybe one day things will go back to how they were in the stories her mother had told her as a child. Of course, she would never voice this hopeful optimism to others in fear of appearing foolish, but deep down she truly believes that something out there will set things right again.

Independent | Due to her obvious social shortcomings, Willow prefers to work alone. She does well with others but tends to not rely on them too heavily. All self-doubt aside, she is relatively confident when it comes to her knowledge which allows her to be so comfortable with taking the lead on somethings or doing things on her own. This independent nature of hers makes her reliable and trustworthy; if you trust her with a task, she’s sure to get it done.

Methodic | She is a very methodic person; everything she does has been broken up and organized into quick and easy steps that she believes will get the task at hand done in the most efficient way. Willow finds solace in routine and is not a fan of spontaneity(unless its coming from her). She loves keeping busy and can often be found tinkering with objects, makings little abstract statues to keep her mind off of things.

Habits
She repeats things she needs to remember under her breath, messes with her hair when stressed, has chronic insomnia so it’s not surprising to catch her up late at night

Quirks
Mild form of OCD, scares easily, hates the sound of thunder

Fears & Weaknesses

Willow fears being helpless in helping her group survive, she’s constantly agonizing over the worst-case scenarios that could happen out there now that the world’s gone to shit. Her constant fear of being helpless gives way to severe anxiety and incessant overthinking that causes her to often doubt herself. Despite all this chaos in her mind, Willow refuses to voice her thoughts or seek help in worries of coming off as weak or being abandoned by her group.

biography
It was just Willow and her mom growing up; her mother was a sickly middle-aged lady whose face was pale and gaunt from many a hungry night, but her eyes were always warm and bright. The two moved from cave to cave in hopes of finding a solace from the disasters that cursed the land. In times when her mother was unable to fill their tummies, she’d instead fill Willow’s mind with stories from her mother’s childhood, and even sometimes stories of her mothers’ mother’s childhood. Images and thoughts flooded young Willow’s head as she fantasized of a world where there were entire cities full of people and life, where people were certain about things like where they were going to sleep at night and when their next decent meal was going to be, a world where its inhabitants weren’t at constant war with Mother Nature.

Willow’s mother was ill most of Willows life, but that never refrained from her teaching her daughter all there was to learn about the wonderful and perilous world they lived in. Home remedies for tummy aches, fevers, and infections were passed down to her from her mother, who had learned it from her mothers mother and so on. Knowledge of plant life and a natural disposition for nurturing ran in the family along with a natural dexterity that allowed for her to be quick skilled in weaving and other detail oriented things.

It wasn’t long after Willow turned 17 that her mother died, but her death was met with a intimate celebration of her life that Willow held upon her mothers last request. She never quite understood why her mother seemed to welcome death with open arms, and the idea of having to continue on without her mom by her side shook Willow to her very core but she knew that her mother would want he to be stronger than the scared little girl that wanted to curl up in a ball and die that was threatening to take over.

So Willow gritted her teeth and pressed on. The storms frequencies slowed over time and she dared to venture out of the place she’d called home; Willow expanded her horizons and made careful note of her travels when she eventually stumble upon the only other group of people she’d seen other than her mother. She had been wary at first, but in a world where people are few and far between, it’s hard to turn your nose up to companionship. Years passed by seamlessly til present day; her first meeting with the group of misfits feeling like eons ago.

"Apocalypse has come and gone. We're just grubbing at the ashes."
- Samuel R. Delaney​

willow locke

Female

September 26th, 20xx | 22

bisexual

5'4

120lb

brown hair

Medic

likes

+ Making up songs/singing
+ Finding new material to study
+ Learning new things
+ Sunsets/rises​

dislikes

- Uncontrollable situations
- Being second guessed/doubted
- Making mistakes
- Heights​

 

[Fred Colon]

Had another idea for a character. Just putting him out there as an alternate application since I read that was acceptable in the other chat.

Spoiler: Wenceslaus

Role: Human, Historian

Name ˙ Wenceslaus


Nickname ˙ The Dread Librarian


Birthdate, Age ˙ June 27, 2057


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Heterosexual

APPEARANCE


Height: 6’4’’


Weight: 200 pounds


Hair Color: Blond


Eye Color: Blue


Body Type: Muscular


Facial Features: Harsh, stark cheekbones and deep set eyes. He has tattoos on his cheeks that function like Triptych’s depicting the death of Wencesclas the Good


Body Modifications: Wenceslas is riddled with tattoos. Every inch of him has tattoo related to some historical or mythological story.


Vices:

• Zealotry: Wenceslaus is, if you had to boil him down to an archetype, a zealot. He is single minded in his determinations, and woe to whoever or whatever gets in his way for he will show no mercy.
• Knowledge above all: Wenceslaus cares for people, but only up to a point. If it was a choice between knowledge or a life, he will choose knowledge every time.
• Twisted Idealism: Wenceslaus believes that his mission will bring about a new era of prosperity, that he will be there to catalogue the great doings and heroes of the future. But he dismisses other humans as irrelevant, completely forgetting that if history is to be written, it is these humans that will write it.
• Looks to the past: He believes the humans of the past were simply better. That people today have slid into decadence and cowardice. He romanticises all that was and dismisses all that is.

Virtues

• Renaissance Man: Wenceslaus is good at a great many things, from raw knowledge to physical strength. He puts everything he has into what he does, and doesn’t half ass anything.
• A Repository for knowledge: There is nothing Wenceslaus loves more than sharing what he has learned. His near perfect memory enables him to rely everything that he has learned to those who need it. When he doesn’t know something off the top of his head, he is more than willing to search for he answer, whether that means sifting through his piles of books or diving into some long abandoned library to find it.
• True Blue Idealism: Wenceslaus, for all his faults, is not a bad man. At least he doesn’t try to be. He believes in making the world a better place, and in sharing knowledge. He wants humans to succeed and recover. His methods can just be… questionable… sometimes.

Habits: Wenceslaus likes to have a book with him, preferably one he hasn’t read.
Before bed Wenceslaus makes sure any book he possesses is in a clean, safe place, and then after that, he cleans his guns and ensures all ammunition and weapons are discharged but in an easy to reach place near his bed.


Quirks: Wenceslaus is a skilled tattooist. If he finds a story that particularly resonates with him, he will tattoo it into his skin. He loves fantasy novels as well, even though he believes his calling is to preserve true histories, or at least the myths and legends that made up so much of humanities culture.


Fears & Weaknesses: Wenceslaus is afraid to die. He fears death itself, and also the knowledge that will be lost if he goes.
Wenceslaus is afraid of Spiders: It’s a funny fear to have for a man so big. But there it is. He just can’t help it.

Wenceslaus is Gullible: For all his intelligence and strength, Wenceslaus has the street smarts of a particularly inept eight year old. He falls into traps easily, pays little attention to the emotions of others around him, and can be easily baited into anger.

BACKGROUND


History:

Wenceslaus was born into a quasi-religious group called ‘The Archaeologists’ that believes the only way to move forward is to reach back. They are obsessed with recovering history lost in the fall, safeguarding it for when humanity rises again, and developing technology further where they can.

When an Archaeologist is born, a random name from history is chosen by surrounding a baby with history books and letting them crawl as they will. Wenceslaus was named after the sainted Slavic king, Wenceslaus the Good.

Wenceslaus fully embraced the ideology of the Archaeologists. An ideology that, in this wasteland, was often opposed by those who had little idea what it was they were opposing. The Arcaeologists, simply because of their need to travel and claim areas that might have already been claimed by others, became a militant group.

Wenceslaus was trained with pistols and rifles amongst other things, and when he came of age was sent out on missions to reclaim the lost knowledge of the ages.

Most missions were non-violent. The Archaeologists always tried a peaceful approach first. They convinced, cajoled and bought what they needed. But when things didn’t go their way, when a group of squatters refused to leave an old library covered in vines, or a gang was making drugs out of a ruined chemistry lab, Wenceslaus and some other young librarians were called on to MAKE them go.

The ritual, after one took a life in The Archaeologists, was to read a complete history of a human being for every life you had taken. Wenceslaus, even by the tender age of eighteen, had taken many lives and read the stories of many humans.

So moved he was by some of these stories, that he began to have these stories tattooed all over his body. The final stand of King Leonidas, the life of Yi Sun Shin, the death of King Wenceslas the Good. These and many more found a place on his body, and soon he learned to do these tattoos himself.

At the age of twenty, the brightest of his peers, but too restless to stay behind and do research work, Wenceslas was given a mission. Go out into the world. Become one of the people. Acquire knowledge where you can, but learn their stories. The stories of the people that live today.

Wenceslaus didn’t quite understand and still does not. Why learn about humans alive today? They are pathetic, ignorant, confused and need to be saved from themselves, not like the heroes of old. He has rationalized this order as an order to understand these other humans on the surface. Merely so as to better live among them and acquire the knowledge that his organization so desperately seeks.
He wanders the wastes now, searching for lost relics and ancient books, slowly, very, very slowly coming to understand that first order his leader gave. He doesn’t realize it yet, but books about those around him, and perhaps he himself, will eventually fill the halls of a library, far in the future.

 

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B A S I C S

ROLE
Human, The Compass

NAME
Luca Perez

NICKNAME
Pere

BIRTHDATE/AGE
June 10, 2049; 26 yrs old

GENDER
Male

SEXUALITY
Heterosexual

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A P P E A R A N C E

HEIGHT
6'0"

WEIGHT
170 lb

HAIR COLOR
Dark brown

EYE COLOR
Amber

BODY TYPE
Lean, muscular

FACIAL FEATURES
Dark brown scruff along his jawline, chin, and upper lip, hiding his full pink lips

BODY MODIFICATIONS
Small white scar on the outer edge of his left eyebrow
Tattoo of snow-capped mountains with pine trees on his back
Tattoo of lantern on his left thigh
Tattoo of his little sister's birthdate and deathdate in Roman numerals on his bicep

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

Luca loves to explore with his hands and eyes, touching and examining the world around him with cool rationalism and spirited curiosity. When he stumbles upon something he has never encountered before, such as an abandoned automobile, motorcycle, or any type of machinery, he enjoys pulling it apart to figure out how the gears work and putting it back together, trying to bring it back to life. He loves getting his hands dirty and learning about his surroundings in a very tactile way. He explores his ideas through creating, troubleshooting, trial and error, and first-hand experience.

Friendly but very private, calm but suddenly spontaneous, extremely curious but unable to stay focused on formal studies, Luca can be rather unpredictable. He can seem very loyal and steady for a while, but he tends to build up a store of impulsive energy that sort of explodes without warning, taking his interests in bold new directions. He has a bad habit of acting on feelings or speaking from his heart without thinking beforehand. As a result, Luca can sometimes offend others with his insensitive jokes or harsh comments.

It is also difficult for him to commit long-term to anything, for he is truly a free spirit at heart. Luca enjoys novelty, which makes him very invested in anything new at first, determined to fully solve and figure out the puzzle in front of him, which can take the form of a project, place, or person. However, once he thinks that he fully understands something or someone, he has a habit of moving on to something new and more interesting.

VICES
Stubborn- As easily as Luca goes with the flow, he can also ignore it entirely, and usually move in another direction with little apology or sensitivity. If someone tries to change his habits, lifestyle or ideas through criticism, he can become quite blunt in his irritation. He is very much set in his ways and will not appreciate someone trying to change him.

Insensitive- Luca has a logical mind, and even when he tries to meet others halfway with empathy and emotional sensitivity, it rarely seems to come out right, if anything is even said at all.

Reckless- This stubbornness, difficulty with others’ emotions, focus on the moment, and easy boredom can lead to unnecessary and unhelpful boundary-pushing, just for fun. Luca has a low sensitivity towards danger, leading him to take part in risky activities, and will sometimes escalate conflict just to see where it goes, something that can have disastrous consequences for everyone around if he loses control of the situation.

VIRTUES
Creative- Luca is very imaginative when it comes to practical things, mechanics, and crafts. Novel ideas come easily to him, and he loves using his hands to put them into action. He is flexible in a low-resource setting, using whatever he has to solve the task at hand, and adaptable when he arrives at a new place.

Optimistic- Energetic, cheerful, and generally good-natured, Luca rarely gets stressed out. If he meets a problem or obstacle, he always thinks about solutions and ways to get out of a fix, rather than lose hope or give into pessimism.

Great in a crisis- With all this hands-on creativity and spontaneity, Luca is good at staying calm and thinking through things rationally in crisis situations. He enjoys a little physical risk, and is not afraid to get his hands dirty when the situation calls for it.

HABITS/QUIRKS
Purses his lips when he's thinking through a problem
Scratches the area behind his ear when he is frustrated
Always wears a woven bracelet that his mother made for him on his left wrist
Will ask a ton of questions if he meets someone with a certain skill or piece of machinery that he finds fascinating
Keeps a notebook with all his ideas and scribbles for the vehicles he invented in his head, diagrams of things he has taken apart in the past, and notes that he took on his explorations about the different place he has visited

FEARS/WEAKNESSES
Ending up alone forever due to his inability to commit long-term
Failing to find interest in the world around him and being perpetually bored
The incredible guilt he felt when he left his home and his parents still eats away at him

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B A C K G R O U N D

Luca was born into a tight-knit community of dogmatic animists, people who believed that all objects, creatures, and places possess a distinct spiritual essence. Their spiritual beliefs were the only thing keeping them going during such a disheartening time in such a desolate world. This animist community was small, yet contained a strong spiritual fervor. The people were optimistic, drawing comfort and hope in their animist ways. His mother, especially, spent all her days burning incense for the spirits around them. If she couldn't find incense, which was quite often, she would burn anything she could get her hands on. "We must please the spirits so that they will protect and guide us," she would say. According to Luca's mother, humanity's aggression and insolence against the forests, the ocean, and mother nature had welcomed demons into their world. The spirits were angry. These evil demons had overwhelmed the spirits of nature, leading to their attack on the world. Now, this community of animists aim to please the spirits once again and drive away the angry demons who have devoured their world. As such, Luca was raised to believe in the life and spirit of everything around him.

Luca was 5 years old when his little sister, Lina, was brought into the world. She was a little bundle of joy and energy. "You must protect her. She is your responsibility," his mother told him. Taking her words to heart, Luca accompanied his little sister wherever she went, promising to protect her with his life. They played together, laughed together, and shared their deepest fears with each other.

One day, when Luca was 19 years old, Luca and Lina were deep in the woods for her first hunting lesson with a crossbow. They spotted a squirrel nibbling on an acorn and Luca was teaching Lina how to aim the bow. Just as she released the arrow, missing the squirrel by half a foot, they heard a loud growl behind them. A large, angry bear had been eying them while they were too busy focused on the squirrel. The bear lunged forwards, sending Luca and Lina running for their lives through the trees. Suddenly, Lina tripped over a tree root, sending her tumbling into the ground. Luca quickly turned around and desperately docked another arrow to shoot the bear with his crossbow. However, he was a split second too late. The bear's fangs sunk into Lina's side right before Luca's sharp arrow buried itself into the bear's neck. Her shriek of pain sent birds flying from the trees. The bear stumbled away from them as Luca ran towards his sister, lying motionless on the ground. "Lina!" he howled. He scooped her up into both of his arms and ran as fast as he could back to camp.

The healer did everything he could, but with the lack of medical supplies, Lina passed away from loss of blood later that night. Rage surged through Luca's body, filling all his veins with a boiling anger. The spirits had abandoned him. There were no good spirits left, no more hope. The demons had conquered everything, leaving only death and suffering in the world. As Lina took her last breath, Luca's faith in the spirits around them vanished with her. After a few weeks in the suffocating camp, where the rest of the community continued their normal lives praying to the spirits, Luca knew he had to leave. He felt incredible guilt leaving his parents after the loss of their daughter, but he was selfish and could only feel his own pain. He had to find another life somewhere else. The world was truly desolate now. In the darkness of the night, Luca packed up all of his things and set out to find his own path, his own adventure, his own beliefs.

For the past 7 years, he has been traveling from place to place, never stopping for too long in one spot. His previous fervor for the spiritual world around him was squashed. Instead, he turned his energy towards his physical world, an environment he could touch and see, rather than an abstract world of spirits that had abandoned him. Luca was fascinated by all the different types of metal machinery he stumbled upon, now covered with rust and vines. He always sought to take the pieces apart and try to figure out how a certain piece of machine worked, particularly abandoned automobiles caught his attention the most. Recently, he has been traveling with a small group of 4 other people for the past couple weeks.

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R E L A T I O N S H I P S

The Historian
Amiable

The Thief
Amiable

The Medic
Not so amiable

The Diplomat
Not so amiable

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I can't code because of the daemons in my head.

I changed the backstory according to the OoC update with the lore, but not too sure what else to do... If there are no towns yet, nobody can really be FROM anywhere? I can change backstory as lore evolves/changes I suppose.

Role: Human, Diplomat
Name: Oliver Wheeler
Nickname: Ollie
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Birthdate, Age: September 15, 2053 (aged 24)

PHYSICAL TRAITS
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 150 lbs
Hair Color: Short, brown hair. It's ruffled and matted with filth. Seems to be stiff to the point of solidity.
Eye Color: Gray, piercing, intense eyes.
Body Type: Slim, unassuming. Long legs, skinny, lanky arms.
Facial Features: Small nose, small eyes, small mouth. Everything about his face seems tightly wound.
Body Modifications: Small scars in a circle around his left eye. Lame left shoulder.

PERSONALITY
Vices: Ollie, despite his role in the group, seems to have a rare disorder where his foot is often stuck in his mouth.
Virtues: Ollie is compassionate and kind. It's easy to talk to him.
Habits: The fingers on Ollie's right hand often tense up and relax randomly, as if he's strumming a guitar with only his hand. Ollie is good at hiding his emotions when he wants to be, but always rapidly blinks when he does.
Quirks: Ollie has two modes: serious and childish. This isn't quite multiple personality disorder - if anything, his serious personality is just his childish personality with a LOT of inhibitions. In serious mode, Ollie slows down his words and becomes completely stoic. This is the personality he shows to strangers, or when he needs to get involved in something. His childish personality is for close friends - this version is incompetent and goofy, practically a Shakespearean fool.
Fears & Weaknesses: Ollie is scared of physical confrontations. He's very insecure about his stiff left arm, and

BACKGROUND
History
Ollie doesn't remember his parents very well, nor his childhood. That's not to say he didn't have parents or was never a child; he just doesn't remember them. He doesn't remember that they were a quiet pair, but happy, despite the chaos and death. He doesn't remember that

All he remembers is that he woke up one day, a young boy, surrounded by fire and screaming. The screaming of people, the screaming of winged beasts, the screaming of the burning sky itself as it tore into two, bloody shreds... He wasn't sure. Dying on the cracked earth, shoulder absolutely shattered, Ollie surrendered to the void. Five words echoed through his ears, an old, grizzled and tired voice: "Might as well do it."

He had been discovered by an old man. The man nursed him to health in a makeshift cave, feeding him water and fruits. He kept a fire going and told Ollie stories. Stories about communities, about what a human could be; of the horrible wings that knocked the world off its course; of mortals, and death, and defiance. He knew nothing of the world before they came - but he knew what it could be.

The old man left after a few days, bizarrely, without explanation. Ollie couldn't believe he was dead. Well, NOW he very well might be. But he was a hardened man, and something about him gave the impression of an unkillable survivor. But he was gone, and Ollie could walk again.

For many years, Ollie met very few other people as he wandered. Shoulder shot to shit, Ollie had to rely on wits and friendliness to survive. He scavenged what he could, but Inspired by the old man's tales, Ollie tried to wrangle as many people as he could into a group. After all, Ollie - and any other person - was worth nothing. In this world, this crazy, burning world, where nothing made sense and towers were made to collapse... people were designed to die. They were pointless. There was no point in rebuilding, or making friends, or forming communities, or fighting back. People didn't matter. Nothing mattered.

But through the hopeless nihilism, Ollie heard five words echo through his ears. An old, grizzled and tired voice. A voice that dreamt of better times.

"Might as well do it."

Optional Daemons again, just in case.

 

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Solomon

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Solomon Price

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Sol

birthday
October 30th, 20XX | 24 years old

sexuality
Demisexual

appearance

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6'1

weight
118lbs

eye colour
Green

hair colour
Brown

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Vices

Thrill Seeker | Sol is an adventurer and an adrenaline junkie at heart, truly believing that every destination worth discovering comes with some element of danger along the journey to get there, and its that element of surprise, that mystery is what Sol can’t get enough of. He’s always the first to jump into the unknown and the last person to second guess himself, which can often put those depending on him to guide them in needless danger.

Stubborn | When Sol has his mind set on something and someone tries to oppose him or change his plan, he tends to be hard to sway. The way he sees things is through a streamlined path from A to B and it would take a force of nature to throw him off course. Though he is hard to sway and very hardheaded he isn’t blind to reason – if you state a valid enough point it just might be able to convince him to postpone his objective.

Quick Tempered | Sol has a fiery temper that flares the second he senses things aren’t going his way; in this sense he is a bit childish and a wee bit paranoid. Small things can overwhelm him at times and can result in him lashing out, which has labeled him among his group a loose cannon.

Crafty | He is very mischievous and lives in a bit of a moral grey area that allows him to do anything and everything he must to flip a situation around in his favor. He’s a connoisseur of words and a navigator of emotions. Sol likes to play mind games and toy with emotions, especially on those who he finds annoying or particularly gullible.

Virtues

Brave | You will never find Solomon Price hesitating in the face of danger, which in some cases can be quite dangerous but in most can lead to some amazing discoveries. He believes that if you have enough time to think and doubt yourself, you have enough time to think up a plan of action to overcome the challenge at hand. His bravery is the heart of his love for adventure and without it, he wouldn’t make a good Compass.

Optimistic | His optimism comes in the form of hard work and an undying hope. Sol has strong faith in his own ability and truly believes that when starting at rock bottom there’s only one way to go and that’s up. Each mistake, every misstep and wrong turn are all learning opportunities to better yourself and the quicker you are to accept that the more you will excel in life

Cavalier | The word cavalier might sound a bit imperious, but in his case, it appears in the form of confidence. The way he carries himself and speaks you would think he had a royal background, but it all comes from an underlying faith in his own ability. Some may call it being cocky or arrogant, but in a world filled with uncertainties sometimes the only thing you can place your faith and certainty in is your own two hands and feet.

Tenacious | Sol is very persistent and when he takes an interest in something, he pursues it with everything he’s got. In his opinion, this is the only true way to get things done. If you don’t do things with your full ass, then your overall outcome in life is only going to be half as goof – in other words, don’t half ass things or else you won’t fulfill your true potential.

Habits |

Messes with his hair when he’s bluffing, shifts his weight when he’s excited,

Quirks |

His sharp tongue, Sol believes that every newly discovered destination has a different smell/aura, prone to childish outbursts

Fears & Weaknesses |

Sol’s biggest fear is of the unknown; this fear being the fuel for his reckless behavior. He refuses to be held back by his fear especially since 99.9% of the world they lived in fell into the category of the unknown. He keeps this fear close to heart and never voices it unless on the rare occasion he lets anyone close enough to see beneath the fierce, confident façade he keeps up around others.

Underneath it all, Solomon is an erratic bubble of paranoia and unanswered questions who’s only goal in life has been to find the answers to those questions and he was willing to do anything to achieve that.

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+Nature Watching

+Solving Problems

+Swimming

+Warm weather

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-Being told what to do

-Not being in control

-Thunder

-Not being able to see something through to the end

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Skills

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Solomon never met his mother, according to Benji, she had disappeared a couple months after giving birth to him and never returned. When asked where’d she’d gone, Benji had replied with stories of a land that existed long, long ago beyond the boundaries of their camp. Stories that depicted hundreds of thousands of people who had lived together out in the open, stories of a time where Mother Nature had taken mercy on them; but most fascinating to Sol was the vastness of the land spoke of in old man Benji’s tales. Maybe that had been where his mother had gone, on a valiant search for the truth behind the stories, like the ones Benji told, that had been undoubtedly passed down to her.

Benji was Sol’s caretaker growing up, teaching him everything he needed to know to survive. He was an old man who loved to talk, especially if it involved telling one of his infamous tales of a wonderful time long ago where humans didn’t live in fear of the world but instead conquered it. For years he filled young Solomon’s head full of stories about how big the outside world really was and the beauty to be found, building an intense curiosity for the outside for Sol. As a young man Solomon was as headstrong as he was defiant so when Benji warned him against seeking out a land that only existed in the past, it came as no surprise when Sol snuck out by himself to see for himself.

What he found was endless desolation as far as the eye could see. With no direct path in sight, the young (& dumb) Sol trudged forward in hopes of finding any scrap of clue he could that the places in Benjis stories had existed and that his mother hadn’t just walked out to her death in search of lies. There had been a lull in Mother Natures raging that Sol had taken the opportunity to sneak out to so the ground was still slick with rain and the air hung thick with moisture, making every step he took up the side of the mountain, whose base they had taken shelter in, even more dangerous. Sol had gotten a fair distance off the ground and up the mountain when the wind had started to pick up and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up on end.

Sol had never felt such a deep, immense fear in his life until that moment and hopes to never experience such a feeling ever again. He had tried to scramble further up the mountain in hopes of reaching a plateau of sorts to take shelter in before things picked up but his frantic movements only caused his feet to lose traction on the slippery moss covered rock face of the mountain. The last thing he remembered before the roaring wind and rain swept him off balance and sent him tumbling down from whence he came, was the booming sound of flapping wings…

Solomon didn’t sneak out again after that, at least not while under the care of Benji. His fall had scared Benji almost half to death and had definitely instilled a deep fear in Sol of the dangers outside the safety of their cave along with a plethora of questions about the mysterious flapping of wings he’d heard before he passed out. Birds and animals had a sense for natural disasters that alerted them to when they were going to occur so they typically all vacated the premises whenever Mother Nature was about to strike so it would be highly unlikely a bird decided to stick around right before a storm. It was even more unlikely for there to be a bird with big enough wings to produce the deafening flapping sound that those did….Unless, make there was? It was questions and thoughts like these that kept Sol at bay into his teens until Benjis death shook him out of his funk.

He had decided that if the land from Benji’s stories had been destroyed, it was now his job to bring the old man’s stories back to life or die trying. And thus was born the wild and thrill-seeking Sol we all know and love today; he wandered the lands during the intervals between the storms that wracked the lands until he came across the group, and though he still had a lot of ground to cover, Solomon had gathered a lot of experience surviving the wonderland of despair they lived in.

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✧he loves the way the earth smells after it rains
✧ bugs freak him out
✧ though the odds are that his mother is dead, he hopes to find her on his travels
✧ he loves fruit

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Medic

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[div class=name]Historian[/div]
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"History is made of stories,
and what are we if not
thousands of stories
patched together?"

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[div class=basicscontainer][div class=basics][div class=subtitle]full name[/div] Zahra Otieno

[div class=subtitle]Birth date[/div] January 23rd, 2047; 30

[div class=subtitle]gender[/div] Cis-gender woman

[div class=subtitle]sexuality[/div] Panromantic asexual

[div class=subtitle]height[/div] 5'3"

[div class=subtitle]weight[/div] 110 lbs

[div class=subtitle]hair color[/div]
Her thick, kinky black hair is kept short in part for practicality’s sake, but mostly because of personal preference. Zahra chopped her hair off at age 12, and has not looked back since, citing the feelings of liberation and power that the style gives her. As a black, queer woman, she never fit in neatly to any of the boxes society tried to force upon her, and she takes pride in her hair as a direct rejection of those norms.

[div class=subtitle]eye color[/div]
Zahra’s eyes are a deep brown, with intermittent speckling of lighter hues. Wide-set and framed by heavey, curved eyebrows, they are by far her most expressive feature. No matter how hard she may try to keep her expression stoic, her eyes always give her away. Usually she does not mind this, as she finds that her openness tends to make others comfortable, but it can become hindersome in dangerous situations or high-stakes diplomacy.

[div class=subtitle]body type[/div]
Small, but far from helpless, Zahra is sinewy and solid from years of surviving in a world torn apart by disaster. Her shoulders and arms are well-fined, and her hands are calloused and tough from making camp and gathering resources. While not the strongest, she can fend for herself and detests feeling like she must rely on others to protect her -- something that she holds with her almost to a fault.

[div class=subtitle]facial features[/div]
Zahra’s face holds a certain softness that tends to convey a certain innocence (whether that is true of her or not.) Her smile is warm and unapologetic, welcoming one to tell her everything and anything before they even realized what happened. As a collector of stories and an avid-listener, she uses this to her advantage. Her nose is small and slightly up-turned, and her lips are full and rounded.

[div class=subtitle]body modification[/div]
Zahra has a small tattoo of an ankh inked in white right below the nape of her neck, which she had done following the death of her adoptive father. A tiny scar marks the left corner of her lip, only noticeable up close.˙

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[div class=textcontainer][div class=pages][div class=subtitle]Vices[/div]
Zahra feels incredibly connected to her past and the relationships she had before the crisis tore everything she knew apart. She misses that part of her life deeply, and dwells on those memories constantly rather than focusing on the present. A piece of her still believes that the world can be restored to what it once was, despite the unrealistic possibility of that happening and knowing that perhaps it shouldn’t. People were hurt and killed and subject to discrimination in that world, and sometimes Zahra questions whether that is worth saving in spite of her deep-seated desire for the past. She is resistant to change, and has difficulty accepting that her place in the world and way of life is permanently changed.

Although she often does not show it, Zahra is extremely prideful and struggles to accept help from others. Sick of being portrayed as a victim of society, she resents feeling indebted to others or as if she is not able to do something. While not generally an angry person, she will lash out at people if they question her competence or ability to accomplish a given task, especially if said person is a man. Her resistance towards asking for help is one-sided and hypocritical, as she always encourages people to let her know if they need anything. Unfortunately, that sometimes causes one-sided relationships as the other is completely unaware of her needs, which can create resentment on her end (despite it being her own fault.)

• Resistant to change
• Prideful
• Stubborn
• Clings to the past
• Too idealistic
• Refuses to ask for help

[div class=subtitle]Virtues[/div]
Zahra is genuinely interested in the lives of others, and actively seeks out their stories, thoughts, dreams, and needs. Although fascinated by history and knowledge in the tradition sense, she also believes in the invisible history of individual lives. To her, each person is a walking piece of history, composed of thousands upon thousands of stories who make them who they are. Simply by surviving, history lives on. Her open and warm demeanor encourages people to share with her, and she listens with extreme attentiveness and interest. Zahra always looks for the best in people, and sometimes goes out of her way to justify past regrettable/disturbing actions. Occasionally, this ends up hurting her.

She is also a great lover of fiction, and also believes that such stories are an often ignored piece of history. If one only looks at the “hard facts” of history, which are frequently biased towards those in power and not always true, they miss the voices of creators and story-tellers and poets (who are much more representative of common people.) Fiction additionally provides greater context for the events happening during a given time, and may push back against mainstream views and generally accepted “facts.” Before the crisis hit, Zahra often took inspiration from the people she met and fictionalized their lives and stories as a sort of commemoration to the diversity in ways of being that is oftentimes overlooked.

• Empathetic
• Active listener
• Sees the best in people
• Creative/story-telling
• Optimistic

[div class=subtitle]habits/quirks[/div]

• She carries a small, leather notebook around with her, which she fills with detailed observations and accounts regarding the world around her, the interactions between her companions, and sketches of of the things she encounters; she wants to preserve and record as much as she can
• Clicking her pen repeatedly when she is thinking
• Scrunching her brow when she is frustrated, concerned, or deep in thought
• Picking at the ground; leaves, weeds, grass -- none are safe from her
• Humming under her breath as she writes
• She always sits cross-legged; doesn’t matter if she is on a chair, bed, or the ground
• Walks on the pads of her feet, giving her a light, smooth gait
• Squaring her shoulders, especially when she is defensive or on edge

[div class=subtitle]fears and weaknesses[/div]

• Being forgotten -- the idea of every trace of her existence just being erased terrifies her
• Losing the people she cares about -- more so than being alone, she cannot stand losing someone she has a close connection with, be that through death, abandonment, or by some other means.
• Her stories not mattering -- this ties in to her fear of being forgotten. She wants humanity to matter and the small moments between people to hold significance
• Being helpless -- especially if people are depending on her

[div class=subtitle]Backstory[/div]
Born during the midst of the crisis, with only remnants of the industrial world still standing, Zahra does not remember her birth parents. Her neighbors found her alone in a partially destroyed house in the recently devastated rural Minnesotan town they lived in, and took her in before the ceiling completely fell through. They were unable to find the bodies of her parents in the house, and suspect that they were either killed elsewhere in the town or simply abandoned their daughter. Shortly after, she was adopted by Amir Otieno, a former history professor who specialized in ancient civilizations, who was passing through the country to reach what remained of the Twin Cities. Grieving from the loss of his husband, Zahra’s entrance into his life gave him a reason to live, and the two built an inseparable bond within the first few months.

Through word of mouth, Amir had heard of a community of scholars who had set up an academic sanctuary of sorts in the outskirts of Minneapolis, where a make-shift school had recently been started and dedicated teams of collectors braved the city to save abandoned books. That is the community in which Zahra grew up, surrounded by books and stories and teachers who instilled upon her a love of knowledge.

Amir encouraged that passion, and would tell Zahra stories every night before bed. Sometimes he would recall stories he had been told as a child, other times he would make up his own fantastical adventures, but Zahra’s favorites were always those about Ancient Egypt. By far, the story she asked for the most was that of Queen Hatsheput’s rise to power and the Oracle of Amun who prophesied her divinity and right to rule. When she was younger, Zahra was enthralled by the idea of gods and prophecies, but later came to appreciate the cunning and ingenuity Hatsheput displayed in orchestrating her ascension as the rightful pharaoh during a time in which power and rulership was almost exclusively held by men.

Although somewhat shy and socially reserved when she was young, she built a close relationship with Jack, a child a year older than her and a fellow student at their community’s school. Outgoing, passionate, and perhaps a bit prone to tell tall tales, Jack opened Zahra up to a world adventure, encouraging her to follow the Collectors to the outskirts of the community with them (which was definitely, without doubt, against the rules the leaders had instituted for their safety.)

An orphan with little to no supervision, Jack was adept at getting everywhere they shouldn’t, and Zahra was amazed and impressed by all of the things that they knew about the Comm. She took to carrying a small notebook around with her when they explored the edges of the community, and recorded everything she saw and heard (as well as more than one of Jack’s outlandish theories.) Zahra can’t exactly recall when she fell in love with Jack, but she does remember them getting it out of her one night atop an abandoned apartment complex just outside of the Comm (Jack always said it was her eyes that gave her away.)

The next few years were idyllic -- at least in Zahra’s eyes. Of course, there were the tales of the winged beings that flew over the Cities and the terrible storms that were always a constant in her life, but overall, things were as good as they could be considering the circumstances. That all changed when the Comm was badly hit by a devastating storm leaving a dozen dead and many more injured. Among those who lost their lives was Amir. Devastated and grasping to stories of a world before the crisis, Jack and other members of the community decided to try to find the source of the apocalyptic disasters. Jack asked Zahra to come with them, but, heartbroken by the death of her father, she refused, not wanting to leave behind the only home she had ever known. They begged her to change her mind, and when she didn’t, they scolded her about her inability to move beyond the past. That was the last time they ever spoke; the party of Comm members never returned.

A month later, they were slammed with another storm, this time destroying the Comm and leaving most of the inhabitants dead. Zahra was finally forced to leave, and made her way out of the city with the few who had survived the attacks until their number steadily diminished. After years of wandering, she and two others eventually found one of the remaining settlements, and, exhausted from constantly being on the run, decided to try to make a new home there.

[div class=subtitle]theme[/div]
“Timefighter” by Lucy Dacus

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