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Realistic or Modern Versipolis- Character Sign-up and Information

JokerValentine

JokerValentine

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Character Submission and Information​
Roleplay Rules
With anything, there is always a need for rules. Also, all RPN rules apply, as expected. We have ten suggestions for you all to maintain the best environment in the Roleplay as possible:

•JokerValentine is the owner of this RP, Nunali is a co-owner. RP Moderators will be added if desired or needed.

•In order to stay informed of changes or happenings, we ask you to join our Discord server by clicking here

•Post should be a MINIMUM of 3 paragraphs per character. No exceptions.

•Realistic and/or real life pictures for Character Submissions are a must!

•If you are going to be absent for an extended period of time, inform either JokerValentine or Nunali.

•If you do not inform us of your absence and you are gone for more than a week, your character will be sidelined and the RP will continue without you.

•During the Roleplay, please wait until two people you are not interacting with post before replying.

•Please refer to the Character sign-up rules for additional information!

•You may have up to two characters, but no more. You must be equally using of your characters. For this RP, if you plan to make a non-human character, tell us in your sheet. We will not have many, but will allow some to have it.

•If you are unsure about something, or want to recommend a change, just ask! We want to create something together with you all, not lead you the entire time!

Character Submission
Now, there are two ways you can submit characters, the choice of which ultimately depends on what characters you like to choose. There are three viable options for characters: ex-patriots, shifters, and survivors. If you plan to make a survivor character, you can submit a normal CS in the CS link. However, if you happen to want either a shifter or ex-patriot, the road is a tad different. You will need to submit your CS via PM to Nunali and I to review. We want to limit those roles, and want the best player possible in those roles. There will probably be 2-3 slots for each, so don't be afraid to at least try!
Generalized Character Skeleton
Here is the character skeleton. Feel free to add information as you see fit, but do know that most of the items on here are mandatory:

Appearance (Realistic/Real pics only!):
Name (First and Last name, middle initial is optional):
Age (20-40):
Gender:
Faction (Braindog/Shifter, Survivor, or Ex-patriot):
Height (Infected: Male max 7’5”, Female no taller than 7’0”):
Weight (Infected: Male max 1000 lbs, Female max 700lbs):
Weapons (No more than 2 guns and 1 melee weapon; You can be proficient at ONE weapon):
Supplies (Stuff other than weapons. Ex: backpack, first aid kit, flashlight, gasoline can):
Physical Capabilities (How much can they lift, good eyesight, amazing perception, etc.):
Backstory (What they did before the outbreak, what they did during the beginning of the outbreak, and what they are doing now. Include jobs before and after outbreak and family information before and after. Include whatever else you think is pertinent. Be as detailed as you see fit.):
Personality (Could be traits or a description. Thoroughness and consistency is key):
Playlist (Optional. Songs your character listens to, describes them, or captures the feel of your character. This is a way we can get a feeling for your character, what kind of person they are.):

 
Feel free to submit character sheets for survivors here! As a reminder, submit everything else via PM to Nunali and me.

Helpful links:

OOC:
CS: you're here, you fool.
Lore:
IC:
 
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    - Mara Malvern -
    " I'll get it out of our way. "​

    Age: 40
    Gender: Female
    Faction: Survivor
    Height: 5'8"
    Weight: 120 lbs.
    Weapons: Shotgun, Wooden bow, Hatchet. Proficient at horseback archery.
    Supplies: Backpack, Stop-sign shield (non-reflective), rat jerky (4 days), water canteen (1 day), metal cup, rope (50 ft.), bandages, needle and thread, lighter, thick gloves.
    Physical Capabilities:
    Good eyesight for aiming. Only has one good arm to lift, half of her left forearm is mechanical, so she needs more time to lift something heavy over her shoulders unless she has help. That mechanical arm can bear her weight when she's climbing, but it cannot pull up another person. She's more of a long distance runner, not a sprinter, and can march across rough terrain with a full pack if she's got the right bag, or a wild boar over her shoulders for two hours over a trail that takes only one if traveling light.

    She relies on her perception to survive, stalking deer or wanted men across an open plain of ankle high grass while wearing camouflage for days with the patience of a seasoned huntress. Her awareness of her surroundings allows her to time her ever so slow and quiet crawling in the heavily patrolled area she's in, like The Wall.
    Backstory:
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    Before the outbreak, Mara was an editor for a health magazine, where her connections brought her news of the strange disease. It gave her time to evacuate her family, only for her fly back and get stuck when she was trying to convince her stubborn grandparents to leave their farm and go with them.

    It was too late, and they couldn't leave anymore, being part of the thousands that were turned away when they traveled to The Wall. Her grandparents died because of lack of medicine --- they ran out of insulin shots for their diabetes --- and for a few years she was just moving from survivor group to survivor group, looking for a way to get out until she met up with a niece of hers and her friends who weren't able to get out too.

    Eventually they started to think that maybe they should settle down, and that was when they became part of the "Hodunks", a group of road warriors who, over the years took control a large territory in the wilder side of Texas. They were now known to waylay travelers to bring them to "The Cage", a bloody coliseum where people come for entertainment and to bet food, gasoline, or bullets on the "gladiators". Their main event being fights between werewolves and men.

    For six years she worked her way up until she became part of the hunting party that went out and foraged for food, but one day when a hunt went bad and they were stuck in a town with most of their party injured, they got hungry and wanted to eat her horse. That wasn't happening, so they parted in bitterness. Later on, when their hunting party leader learned that she had stolen a map to the "Northern Passage" before she left, she became wanted by them ever since, and the leader had vowed not to return to Texas until he got that map back, and punished the thief.

    Mara has been trying to find that place ever since together with her niece, Coraline, who wanted to go outside too, losing part of her arm during one of her failed attempts to pass through the wall. It has been seven months since she left the Hodunks.

    A month ago, after some happenings, she joined the group because she and her niece miss their family and want to reunite with them outside the wall. She believes with this group, she's got a good chance. She left the wall area recently because she learned her pursuers had followed her there.
    Personality:
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    Driven by homesickness, Mara will risk dangers to reunite with her family. She is very protective of her niece, Coraline, and her horse, Tiramisu, whom she treats like family. She talks a lot to that horse, probably because that horse has been her companion through many dangers for years now.

    She will do whatever is best for the group that will allow her two most precious family members to get out safely. If someone becomes a risk, she'll be against that person. If an enemy becomes an asset, she will side with that enemy. But there's really no going around her horse and her niece --- she's a little crazy about them coming along no matter what.
    Playlist (Optional):


 
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General
Name: Audrey Tysh
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Faction: Shifter
Weapons: Rusted hunting knife
Supplies: A medium sized flashlight with a dying battery, full matchbook, extra set of clean clothing, small notebook, pens and pencils, a bottle of water, and scavenged medical supplies.
Appearance
Height: 5’ 4” | 6’ 2”
Weight: 110 lbs | 250 lbs
Hair: Dark brown
Eyes: Dark brown
Build: Mesomorphic, fit but not athletic
Complexion: Lightly tanned
Image: click
Wolf Form: click
Personal
Personality: Audrey is a curious woman by nature. Due to this trait, she is rather intelligent, being more than glad to learn all she can about a specific subject that interests her. This also goes along with her less combative nature, being much more likely to chose another solution over violence if given the option, however this has been repressed somewhat due to having been infected, but not completely. She prefers being social and especially the company of others and dislikes being alone, getting rather anxious when not, giving her reason to remain with the group despite her condition. When it comes to contributing to the group, she prefers to sit back and act more as a strategist, willing to fight it absolutely necessary but not wanting to risk triggering a possible transformation in the middle of combat.

But then there is also the infection. It caused an instinct to be placed at the forefront of her mind, she having at first struggled to keep it back. Now it only tends to rear its ugly head in full force if she experiences a sudden rush of emotion, adrenaline, isn’t caring for herself properly, or if in the presence of another dogman or shifter.

Backstory: She wasn’t anyone special. Just another citizen of the USA going about her rather uneventful and mundane life. Audrey was simply in school, aiming to major in Biology and then figure out where to go from there when the outbreak began. News had traveled fast, the woman having to quickly return to visit family, as they were around where the first sightings had been seen.

The first couple years after were rough. As the government and then the country collapsed, devolving into a wasteland. In the chaos and heat of it all, it wasn’t a surprise that the rather large group they were staying with a few miles of their hometown was overrun by the dogmen. The escape was frantic, getting separated was inevitable. And by the time she had bothered slowing from her sprint away from the campsite, it was more than clear she was alone.

The landscape had changed drastically from bombings and other such events, Audrey more than lost when she tried to settle down for the night in a broke building, leaning herself up against a wall when and nearly asleep when something took notice of her. It was a coyote, lurking around the rubble. It looked thin with a large bite wound on its flank, it being a miracle the creature was still alive. The starved animal didn’t even need to take a second look at her before leaping in her direction, she managing to hold it off but not before it landed a bite on her right forearm.

That was all it took.

The infection, seeing as it wasn’t near a major organ and second-hand and diluted, was painfully slow, until finally it took hold completely, Audrey transforming for the first time a few months after the bite. Yet, seeing as the disease wasn’t nearly at full strength, the beast was dwarfed by those normally seen infesting the wasteland. Not being as physically impressive compared to the other dogmen, but still deadly enough to a human.

4 years she spent like this, as a mindless animal, 7 years after the outbreak. Yet oddly enough, she woke midday due to the sun brightly glaring in her face, Audrey realizing that while she was filthy, covered in scrapes and bruises, and most importantly nude, she was coherent and alive. But hadn’t she been infected? Barely able to function, much less think clearly due to not having done so for the last few years, the rush she felt quickly triggered an immense pain, she transforming back.

It took another two years before she finally managed to control the transformation effectively. It being a series of trial and error, trying to remain calm upon initially waking and then fighting off the urge to shift whenever some form of stimuli was presented. This allowed her to get acquainted with how to function as a sapient being, it being another ordeal all together to shrug off instinctual urges but eventually managing to teach herself how to essentially be human once more.

She was able to spend another few months scavenging through the rubble of buildings and towns to find some necessities. Clothing, a weapon of sorts. But what was most important to her were the office supplies. Upon seeing the, thankfully, untouched stack of notebooks and some scattered pens, it re-sparked her curiosity about the dogmen. Seeing as there was no other prime opportunity to do research when you were infected and that she had a lot of spare time on her hands… she began to record what she could recall of the past years (after trying to recall how to write first…)

It wasn’t long after she began to move on from this place that she ran into something she hadn’t for a long time. Other people. Feeling elated by their appearance she would’ve not hesitated in approaching them.

Traveling with the group ever since, Audrey hadn’t felt so normal in a long while, the rest of the group clearly unaware of her infection. While it was a bit of an adjustment to being around them at first (which she chalked up to simply being isolated for so long) she is content with being with them.
Other
  • She guards her notes rather fiercely, rarely taking them out of her bag unless no one else is around or paying much attention as they contain clear information about her infection, theories about it, sketches of dogmen, and so on.
  • Being tolerable of humans is mainly due to how diluted and “second-hand” her infection had been, it also causing her weaker lupine form. This, however, doesn’t mean she hasn’t had strange thoughts and feelings when it comes to the rest of the party, although she has convinced herself it was a factor of being alone and without company for so long.
  • Because she was one of the first shifters and had quite a bit of time, her behavior is mostly human, but if someone were particularly perceptive they could catch a few slip ups here and there, such as lustful gazes towards a certain members horse… This also means that, while her infection wasn’t at full strength, she still needs to consume more protein than a human, specifically raw meat would be ideal. That is more than difficult when living within a group of humans, meaning if she truly hasn’t had ant in quite some time, disappearing briefly isn’t uncommon. If she doesn’t get such an opportunity, simply being irritable is just the first of many problems.
  • Upon inspection, the woman’s eyes have a light ring around the pupil, but that is the extend of being able to tell of her infection unless one was particularly skeptical. The bite on her arm has long since scared over, the scarring almost not visible. If asked about it, she plays it off as it being a dog that bit her as a child before the outbreak began.
  • Ob the topic of dogmen, Audrey is… torn. It is another reason she isn’t combat prone. Communication has occurred between her and dogmen when they had gotten into combat, while it wasn’t much, it was clear confusion as to what she was doing. She doesn’t necessarily see them as equal to humans, and understands self defense, but their unnecessarily death does tend to distress her, although she hasn’t verbalized this much.
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- Lori Rodriguez -
- "It's okay if you don't like me; not everyone has good taste." -
(WIP)
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Age: 36
Gender: Female
Faction: Survivor
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 135 lbs
Weapons: Dad's machete, hunting rifle, and crossbow; Proficient at sniping
Supplies:
Backpack, first aid kit, solar panel lamp, warm blanket, deer and rabbit jerky, pelt hat, climbing gear, rope, water canteen, and sketchbook with a chewed up pencil.
Physical Capabilities:
Amazing perception, parkour, climbs trees and cliffs, quick on her feet, can build stuff as long it can be made from wood.
Backstory:
Slumping on the table, the morning sun blinding her tired brown eyes and her stomach rumbling for food, Lori blearily stared at her cereal bowl as she laid her head. Dreading on what's going to happen today. She's leaving her home. Her home sweet home in Takilma, Oregon for work that's over in Texas. Sure, her bright and optimistic boss accepted it and is excited to go; so is the rest of the team who are going, but she's nervous. Her stomach hurts from anxiety squeezing it tight at the thought of leaving. Why did she have to go? It wasn't as if they would be lost without her. They trained for this type of thing for years, she's still new. It's not like her family's farm and fixing the house and fence with her dad. This is building a whole house on a tree!

Okay...maybe she's overthinking and is looking for excuses on not going but she couldn't help it. It's a nervous habit of hers! It happened before when she was a teen (15 or 16 years old? She couldn't remember exactly) and traveled with her Uncle to live here in the US but she got used to the town, the people in it, the stores, the fresh air, everything! She didn't want to go...

but she has to in order to send money to her parents who need it to pay for land of the farm.

With a heavy sigh, the exhausted Hispanic sat up, slouching in her seat as she poured the milk and cheerios in her bowl. Grumbling as she stood up to grab a spoon only to grab a fork instead. Lori plopped back down her chair and slowly ate as she imagined hearing the roosters crowing for the sun to get up too. How she missed hearing that annoying crowing bird and having to brush feathers out of her curly hair.

"...I should look into a pet store and see if I can get a chicken." Lori mumbled, not really caring if talking to herself is a sign of being insane or that pet stores rarely have chickens or not at all.

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After the outbreak:
Lori was at a different state when she first heard of the outbreaks, building a huge treehouse in Texas. She didn't think much of it, only that the US government would do something. They always do something, it's something she expected out of this great nation; this superpower nation. Then...it got worse. Some of her co-workers went missing and it made her worried for their health. She even visited a one of their houses...only to be jumped on by said friend, snarling and wanting to eat her. Without thinking much, she used her father's machete and sliced his eyes, blinding him as she made her escape.

Lori used to be part of a small group, like everyone else, thinking they were safe and sound as they traveled the country. However...one night, she woke up to her group members screaming. When she peeked out of her tent, in her horror, she saw people eating people...or more like shifters eating her group. Knowing they were distracted from chasing everyone else and preparing their meals, Lori ran out from the back of her tent. Ever since then, she didn't want to be part of any small group at all.

Then after a year and few months, Lori got herself into trouble. She spotted a deer and went out hunting it only to get stuck in a rusty bear trap. The Hispanic passed out from the pain and hunger. Next time she woke up, she was with the current group that she is in now. She stays in this group because of the person who saved her and there are no shifters in this group too.

Personality:
Lori is tough, silent, and pensive. She doesn't let her guard down and it's hard for her to really soften up to someone. She's very honest though; most of the time it's either a warning or advice on something she knows that will make her talk.

Lori is a bit sassy and sarcastic if she meets with a person who she believes is an idiot or someone who's not...who's over their head and just charges in. It's hard to make her angry but it's easy to not get a response from her.

That is to say she isn't a loner; she's just really paranoid now because of the outbreak. Before that happened, she used to be so lively, help others without a second thought, and would smile more often but because of what happened to her and what's going on; she chooses to be alone so she can stay alive. Lori wants to stay alive so she can have a better chance at seeing her family again.

She doesn't stay in the same place either. It's only until the third day or the fifth day that she leaves an area. She doesn't trust the safe houses nor does she trust the small groups of people because they...they might turn against each other and she doesn't want to be a part of that. However Lori is very loyal to those who help her and she stays in the group despite her fears of being tricked again.
Playlist:
(Optional. Songs your character listens to, describes them, or captures the feel of your character. This is a way we can get a feeling for your character, what kind of person they are.)
 
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    Wolf Form

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    Oh....Greetings.

    Age:
    25

    Gender:
    Female

    Faction:
    Soon to be shifters

    Height:
    Human - 5'7
    Dog - 7'0

    Weight:
    It's not nice to ask a female that.

    My...abilities and...capabilities? You seem to be whether nosy.

    Weapons:
    Claws and fangs for now

    Supplies:
    None for now

    Physical Capabilities:
    Dogman
    - The standard things a Dogman have.
    - Currently, she is a bit more observant than her feral companions
    - Some understanding of human speech and actions
    - Slightly stealthier than most of her kin
    - Much more aware of her surroundings. Example, she can remember little details about a location. If someone moved something that alters the landscape, she will notice.
    - Somewhat understands human writing

    Human
    - Most of her senses from her dogman form transfer to her human form
    - She is stronger than some humans. Example, she can lift a car(not overhead) and pull it a certain number of feet before she gets tired.
    - Somewhat higher tolerance to pain.
    - Her body has a higher durability than most humans.
    - More to come
    Per...son..ality...I think I know what that is.

    Personality:
    Dogman
    - Unlike most of her kin, she is slowly regaining her intelligence.
    - Slightly motherly, this depends on the situation
    - Observant
    - Trickster
    - Territorial
    - Hungry most of the time
    - Savage
    - Protective
    - Curious
    - More to come

    Human
    - Quiet
    - Watchful
    - Curious
    - Protective
    - Still someone territorial
    - She will still rely on her instincts
    - She wants to understand what is going on
    - More to come
    My story...I don't know what you mean.

    Backstory:
    Gypsy Rose was born in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania on January 1, 2037. She was born to Jessica Sinclair-Nyx and Dorian Sinclair. She was the youngest child of two siblings, Dorian Jr. and Henry Sinclair. Her family were pretty well off, going to decent schools and was taught to be kind to others. She often came off as naive to other people because she always tried to see the good in people. Thankfully, she had her older brothers to keep her out of trouble. While she had a good life, her parents didn't always get along. When she was five, her mother and father got a divorce, her father got the boys and her mother took her. So the family could still be close, they lived down the street from one another.

    While Gypsy Rose had a decent relationship with her mother, but she liked being with Dorian and her father's half-brother, Devin. Often running to his house whenever she and Jessica got into an argument. When Dorian wasn't around to calm the young girl, Devin was there to comfort the child. Eventually, Gypsy Rose became used to being around Devin and often when to his house to be with his family. On her 11th birthday, Gypsy Rose and her family went to their cabin near Lake Erie, this happened around the time rumors of an infection had gotten out. Sadly, this information came too late for Gypsy Rose's family. The area around Lake Erie had been quarantined, causing the Sinclair family to be trapped in Erie. Dorian and Julia tried their best to get out of the area, but not everything goes as plan.

    As they tried to leave, they were attacked by dogmen, while Dorian Jr. and Henry were able to fight off the dogmen with their parents, Gypsy Rose was bitten by a dogman before Henry managed to get it away from her. Henry kept her calm while Dorian Jr. cleaned the wound. Dorian and Jessica continued trying to get the family out, but they didn't get far. The family was attacked once again, but this time no one survived. Gpysy Rose lost it, turning into the creature her family had fought against. A dogman. Gypsy rose wandered around as a savage little Dogmen, attack anyone and anything near her. This continued for the next fourteen years, she wandered around, growing and eating everywhere she needed, forgetting about the family who loved and cared for her.

    As time went by, Gypsy Rose slowly started to notice little things around her. The human language was slowly starting to be legible for her, letting her know what was safe and what wasn't. She even started to understand some of the human speech as well as human actions. There was a time she attacked a human child, however, she noticed how scared it got and stopped. She took care of the child as best she could, watching its reactions before returning it to a place where humans could find the child. As time went on, Gypsy Rose started to slowly regain her intelligence, while there were times she acted like a beast, she would just sit back and observe.

    Recently, she has started to understand more human speech and actions. Allowing to know when to attack or when to observe.
    I remember the music I listened to...I sometimes hum them in my head or out loud.

    Playlist:
    Nightmare - Set It Off
    Wolf in Sheep's Clothing - Set It Off
    What's This? - Fall Out Boy: Nightmare before Christmas Revisited
    Little Do You Know - Alex and Sierra
    The Silent Scream - Anna Blue
    Tag, you're it - Melanie Martinez
    Mad Hatter - Melanie Martinez

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    Name: Foster Dickens
    Age: 30
    Gender: Male
    Faction: Survivor
    Height: 6’0’’
    Weight: 167 lbs
    Weapons: Tomahawk(Proficient), AK-47
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    Supplies:
    Backpack
    Cooking Utensils
    Flashlight
    Water Filter
    Playing Cards
    Duct Tape
    Blanket    ​
    Crowbar
    Goggles
    Respirator
    Canteen
    Compass    ​
    Physical Capabilities:
    Foster has great endurance, which comes from his days as a long-distance runner in high school. Along with that, his reflexes are above average. He's physically strong, like most people who have survived this long, but he's not overly muscled.
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    Backstory:
    At 16, Foster was still in high school when the outbreak occurred. His life had been comfortable normal until that point, and remained relatively so until the quarantine broke down. The two remaining years of high school passed without incident. The assurances made to the public were enough to keep the family calm, so Foster ended high school as former Track team captain and a 4.0 GPA.

    With his desired college located in the quarantine zone, Foster decided to attend his local college instead while he waited for the quarantine to clear. However that day never came. Foster spent six years in college, progressing into graduate school while still staying close to home. It was in late 2086 when Foster and his family began to get restless. For years, a region on the US had been sectioned off, and it didn’t seem like the problem was being resolved. A year later, their suspicion was validated. The quarantine broke and the US began its descent into chaos.

    The infection spread, and soon Foster, his family, and a few friends left their Texas home to escape from it. The group, totalling 10, weren’t the most experienced or well-equipped bunch, but the worked well together. The years they’d spent together before the outbreak proved to be invaluable in working past problems together. At least, it did for a while. The teamwork that the group had thrived on began to break down after the first death. Fights broke out between members, and all it took was one unlucky day to completely destroy them.

    Foster’s father, along with two other members of the group, had gone scouting, while the remained of the group rested in an abandoned house. The scouting party returned the next day, one man fewer and worse for wear. The two were covered in dried blood and open wounds, and Foster’s father was sick. The men had gotten into a fight with a couple of Beasts and had barely managed to pull through without any bites. Unfortunately, that hadn’t been enough.

    The group didn’t know it, but Foster’s father had been infected. Saliva from one of the Beasts had entered into one of his wounds, and the next day, when a fight erupted amongst the group, it was enough to set off the transformation. Features changed and suddenly the man Foster had known wasn’t a man at all. Within seconds, the group was facing a monster.

    The few moments in which Foster had stood in shock were enough to watch his father tear apart his mother, the person who had been closest to him. She was dead in seconds and the Beast spared no time moving on to the next person. The group, confined in a single room, was horribly unprepared for a scenario like this. They scrambled for their weapons, most of which were resting on the wall behind the creature, but the regrettable truth was that none of them were skilled enough to combat the scene they were faced with.

    Foster was the one lucky, or perhaps unlucky, enough to have a weapon on hand. Since his first encounter with Beasts, he’d been too terrified to leave his weapon out of arm’s reach. And because of that fear, he was being confronted with the decision to either die or kill his own father. He shocked himself when he chose the latter.

    While the Beast was occupied with yet another victim, Foster struck. Fear propelled him forward and he drove the hatchet over and over into its skull. He didn’t stop until his strength left him, tears running down his face. When Foster looked around, the bodies of everyone he’d been living with surrounded him. The only other person still standing was in the corner, shaking. Foster pushed himself off the beast, legs shaking as he stood. The two spent the remainder of the day in silence, and when night fell, Foster lit the match that burned the bodies and the already ruined building.

    That moment cemented Foster’s hatred for the Beasts and the ruthless nature of the infection.

    The two survivors parted ways, the encounter forcing them apart rather than together, and Foster spent the next few months moving from group to group, spending a great deal of time alone as well. Each conflict with the Beasts forced him to recall his father’s death and the paranoia he carried with him. That drove him away from developing new relationships with people, and overall, Foster tried not to care about others.

    That life didn’t last forever. It’s human nature to want to be around others, and Foster was no exception. He eventually came across a group led by a former soldier. The man, Harrison, convinced Foster to join them. Apparently, Foster reminded Harrison of a younger, more idiotic version of himself, and the two quickly formed a kind of mentor-student friendship.

    The year he spent with this group, a motley blend of soldiers and civilians alike, that Foster really learned how to fight. Learning how to shoot a gun was pretty much a stipulation for joining the group, And Harrison took the time to teach Foster how to wield his tomahawk, criticizing his weapon choice all the while. But Foster, 27 by this time, was set on using the weapon as a way to pay respect to his father, while also using it as a way to fight his fear.

    However, all good things have to end eventually. The soldiers in the group were becoming restless, many of them wanting to fight their way through the walls. They became more radical, and the rest of the group was being swept along with their ideals. At that time, Foster decided it would be best to leave. He told Harrison, and the man, while saddened by the news, smiled and told Foster he understood. The man himself wasn’t happy about the direction the group was heading, but as leader, it was his job to be there with them.

    Foster took off, and ultimately stumbled upon a different group. This one also heading for the walls but with a different purpose in mind. They had the best plan he’d come across so far, and so he stayed with them. He wanted to get out of America and have as normal of a life as he could having been through the infection.
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    Personality:
    A good word to describe Foster is paranoid; he doesn’t trust others in anything relating to the infection. After any encounter with the Beasts, there’s a period of about a week in which he’s hyper-vigilant about everyone and their possible symptoms. He’s unrelenting in that aspect. As soon as someone leaves the group for an extended amount of time, he’s hostile upon their return. Until someone has proved they’ve not been infected, Foster distances himself from them. Any and all outsiders are a threat to him, and though he’ll act cordial, if they get too close to any members of the group before he can verify their health, he’ll have his weapon drawn and ready.

    The effects of his past experiences really come through in the case that someone has been infected. He’s not afraid to do what has to be done to protect those he’s close to, even if it means killing someone who hasn’t yet turned. However, the paranoia isn’t all of Foster’s personality, and his unwillingness to budge on all things infection-related is because of his need to protect those he cares about, which draws some forgiveness from others regarding his stubbornness.

    Foster is a protector, though the reason is more selfish than not. The loss of his parents affected him greatly, like it would anyone, so he wants to protect people to ensure he doesn’t lose them. He tries to get along with everyone, mainly because he doesn’t want to draw any hostility that may harm those close to him. He still tries to keep his distance from new additions to the group. The less people he cares about, the less he has to worry. Of course, once he cares about someone he can’t reverse the process.
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General
Name: Zachary "Zach" Ferren
Age:31
Gender:Male
Faction:Survivor
Weapons:Crowbar (proficient), baseball bat, hunting rifle
Supplies:A filtering water bottle, medical supplies, a Roman candle, two boxes of rifle cartridges, energy bars, two cans of food, and a flashlight; these are all stored in a larger backpack.
Appearance
Height:6'3
Weight:215 lbs
Build: He is buff, a more athletic build.
Image:here
Personal
Personality:
Zach doesn't come across as overall bright. He's not typically smart, but will make decisions based off of gut intuition. He's not one to care too much about knowledge. If a conflict arises, he can be very aggressive, and to an extent ill-mannered. He's highly protective of his sister, and any mistreatment of her surely warrants a bad reaction. He's not shy, and his presence can sometimes be hard to miss. Like any athlete, he tends to be very physical and aggressive towards a threat. He's not on e to hide behind words either. If a dogman tries to tussle with the group, it'd best be warned.
Backstory:
Zach was born in Northern Lousiana, a year before his sister Julia. From birth, they were very close, rarely getting into fights at all. They seemed to always get along, even though it was a common joke that siblings never did get along. Their parents separated when he was a child, his mother too unstable to raise them. His father, a cop, raised the two as best as he could, balancing his job and duties as a parent. Zach was blessed with two things growing up: height, and a love for sports. His father, Silas, encouraged him to do sports as child, and after trying everything, he settled on an unusual sport: hockey. It's not like it's known down south for icing over anyways!


The local high school barely had enough funding for a program, which Zach quickly became a standout on in his freshman year. He won several local accolades, including there all-parish awards, and two local championships. In his senior year, he even received a DI scholarship to play hockey up in New York. The same could not be said about his schoolwork, though. He was not the brightest student in the class, not really known for keen insight or contribution. He got by with average grades, C's and B's mostly. He wasn't failing, at least, and the school couldn't fail such a talented hockey player. So they surely let him slide on many occasions.


Shortly before graduation, however, he learned of the outbreak and quarantine. The school he wished to attend was within that quarantine zone, and thus he could not go. All of his other offers he already turned down, and with everyone's attention turned towards the crisis, nobody seemed interested in finding him another college. His childhood friend was a coach at a local college, and after pulling some strings, managed to get Zach enrolled. He spent the next four years there, playing as the goalie. He graduated with a degree in physical education, and had his eyes set on going professional. He tried out for a few teams, but didn’t make the cut on any of them, however.



At the age of 23, Zach landed his first job, a trainer, at the same community college his sister went to. His anger over his school was too much to bear, and after a seemingly pleasant first week, he quickly turned into a sour individual. Routinely, his co-workers saw his angry side, and one day, he snapped, punching someone in the face who was scolding him. He was fired immediately, and after searching, he moved on to be a janitor at a high school. It something that was easy for him, and paid decently. As long as he was working, his father was fine with it. He quit a semester later, and for the next couple of years, bounced from job to job. However, that gig also did not last long, as he quickly learned to hate it. Also, things had gotten much worse.





The original quarantine zone, which was so far removed from Louisiana, was falling apart. There was a national emergency declared. To make matters worse, Julia, a fresh graduate, set her eyes to help and applied to help with evacuation rationing. Zach’s brotherly instinct kicked in, and so he too threw his name into the hat. But he was not accepted, on account of his violent streak. Even if they needed everyone they could get. Now, Zach only had one option left, and that was to join the law. He filed an application to be a sheriff, and given his father’s record and his physical fitness, he was hired.



Not too long into Zach’s career, however, did things go bad. The containment fell, and Julia’s camp was directly in the wake of it all. They lost touch with her shortly after. Not long after did chaos reign in Louisiana. The cops had to do all they could to keep the peace, but with the army fighting an enemy too elusive, and the populous so scared, it all fell apart. Their small town became alight with the fires of a thousand buildings, people turning into disgusting beasts, something they were assured had been contained.



Zach and his father made it their duty, as cops, to keep as many people safe as possible. When it first happened, the beasts that suddenly appeared in town and decimated the population, they followed the directives of the governor and evacuated who they could into the local gym. For now, they had to wait for help to arrive, the help that would never come.



After three days, and low on food, they had no choice but to set out. They took who they could, heading North to find Julia and escape to Canada, not knowing that they had been boxed in. Most of the survivors opted to stay where they were, saying that was smartest. But even then, death had already come to collect its pay. The gym was suddenly attacked, and everyone seemed to have made up their minds. In the chaos, with people being devoured and turned, Silas sacrificed his life to get everyone out safely, telling his son to find his sister and escape North.



Bringing the few valuable belongings he had with him, Zach set out to find his sister with a roving band of idiots. They were ill-prepared, and in the first weeks, survival proved unusual. They managed to take the backroads North, getting extremely lucky. When they could no longer use cars, they went by foot, scavenging the towns they could along the way.



Their group was constantly changing. Many people left to find relatives, others joined when their groups were overrun. They faced pressures that would shape them into better survivors. They were attacked by those beasts. They were attacked by other people. They saw people get killed, turned, devoured whole. It made Zach realize that what he learned as a player now applied in this survival hellscape. Protect your group, sacrifice yourself if need be.



Eventually, a small band of survivors managed to navigate into Kansas, months of travel, hardship, and disaster later. They were low on supplies, chasing after relatives that went into the camps that were most likely dead. There was even a schism evolving, about where to go. And then, just like that, one of the lead cars broke down, halting the two-car caravan. It was a dangerous situation, especially in these parts. Yet, emerging from the brush, poised to fight, were not beasts, but a group of fellow survivors. Among them, was Julia. Against all odds, they found each other.



The groups decided to join up, sharing the information they knew, the good and the bad. They learned of the walls, how they were trapped in. Julia learned of her father’s death from Zach, her heart so broken on the hopes that they had made it out. But they had been hardened by this cruel world, learning not to grieve but survive.

As time wore on, the group took in new people, as well as lost some. The people that Zach came North with perished during a Winter frost. Some of Julia’s people were killed by beasts. But, the group had its share of new faces as they moved. They took in a bizarre man on a horse, with his niece. Around that time, they took in a puzzled young girl, with an unhealthy obsession with writing in notebooks. They even managed to land a former soldier, his interests seemingly found in a photograph he cherished.



During the last year, however, their group had been in a turmoil. There were people who claimed that there were beasts that disguised themselves as their human form, to infiltrate groups, or coordinate the lesser intelligent infected to attack. They called them “shifters,” and although the group had never seen one, they were closer than they thought.
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*His sister, Julia, is played by Malice Queen Malice Queen . *He wears his custom hockey helmet, something that carries a strong personal significance to him. It looks like this. It gives him a full line of sight, and surely fits the current state of affairs.
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General
Name: Cain
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Faction: Shifter
Personal Belongings:Cain carries with him a fire axe, revolver, and a hunting rifle. Other than the axe, Cain rarely uses his guns due to the fact that he has absolutely no experience on firing guns and the sound of gunshot annoys him to no end. He keeps them on him to avoid suspicion, after all, no self respecting, smart, or still living survivor would ever travel without packing heat. His trusty axe is always by his side or in his hand, the blade almost lovingly being sharpened at a constant basis. It offers a sense of comfort and familiarity, the feeling of having a sharp killing implement in his hand reminds him of tearing through prey with his bare hands.

Along with his looted clothing and weapons, Cain has also picked up a few things any survivor would need in this barren wasteland. A pack in which to put anything he sees that may be useful, a first aid kit he ‘commandeered’ from a nice couple, a matchbox with a few matches, a gas can which is still a quarter full, a couple of knives used for various things, a waterjug filled with water, some dry rations, a whetsone for his trusty axe, and some pelts and teeth he claimed from unruly upstarts thinking they can overpower him for trading (in case anyone is interested).
Appearance
Appearance:Cain looks like an average survivor, dirty and unkempt with a dash of desperation and hostility. After all, no survivor worth their salt would have a perfect unblemished skin, soft and silky hair, and clean fashionable clothes. Those sorts tend to be the first to go. His brunette hair is long and unruly, more akin to a bird’s nest than an actual hair. His beard, while on the shorter side compared to some survivors, is as grungy and messy as his hair. His clothes are mismatched and a little loose on him, the corpse he stripped it off from was one big guy. He stands at 6 feet and 2 inches while he weighs 152 lbs, which is a miracle that he managed to find clothing that not only fits him but is even loose on him. Cain has a lean and muscular body which is both, it’s like the Beast part of him still left a mark on his human body. Despite his well toned body, his face is quite gaunt and pale, giving him a sickly look when he is the exact opposite of it. His revolver is strapped to his waist while his hunting rifle hangs on his back besides his pack. Cain prefers to hold on to his trusty axe, feeling quite defenseless and weak in his relatively fragile human form.

Cain looks his best when he sets the Beast free, which he doesn’t get to do often these days. Standing at a height of 7 feet and 5 inches, Cain towers even the tallest and buffest of survivors. His gargantuan form weighs a whopping 878 lbs of pure muscle and animalistic fury. His thick, rough, black fur often matted in blood and dirt, as unruly and unkempt as the bird’s nest he calls fur. His claws glorified daggers that tears through flesh like cutting cake with a knife, just as tasty too. His fangs are strangely white, perhaps the only clean part of his body, but it’s sparkling whiteness surely won’t look good when it’s clamped over a poor schmuck’s throat.

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Wolf Form:Here
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Personality:Cain is an aggressive and possessive individual. He hates it whenever the things that belongs to him are used by others, especially so when it is without his permission. He hated thieves and liars above all else and would wish nothing more than to feast on their innards as they lay screaming in maddening pain. He’s a blunt and straightforward individual, not caring if what he says hurts others or if they are offended by it. The barking and yapping of weaklings matters not to him. While he can’t even imagine ever respecting anyone other than himself, he certainly appreciates capable individuals and would not hesitate to reward and complement them, after all, a capable ally should not be scorned lest they turn on you. The weak ones can go die in a ditch for all, he care. He has an extremely proud personality and sees himself as a higher being than others around him. He can, and will, come off as more arrogant than confident, and will be unapologetic when confronted about it.

While Cain feels no empathy towards humans, the same cannot be said for his pack. He is fiercely protective of them and truly loves them. While he will not show mercy to those who seek his downfall, those he deems loyal are dear to him. He would be enrage should harm come upon them and would even mourn in grief should one of them perish. He punished those who are weak and useless in his pack, but he is friendly to the useful and competent.

Backstory:Before this whole Planet of the Dogs apocalypse all started, Cain was a nobody, though he wasn’t named Cain back then. No, Cain was worse than a nobody. He was the type of person that if you encounter him on the streets in broad daylight you’d walk faster, do the sign of the cross, the call the police just to make sure. You see, Cain was a worthless, good-for-nothing, waste of space hobo back in the day. He wasn’t always like that, but a stupid mistake regarding a shady pyramid scheme caused Cain to be drowning in debt, which caused his house and possession to be reclaimed by the bank, which caused his wife to divorce him and take their kids , which in turn caused him to be homeless. He had nowhere to turn to, his parents were dead, his sister wouldn’t even acknowledge him, his friends had somehow forgotten about him, your wife managed to find a rich schmuck to mooch off on after boning him for several weeks, and your best friend turned out to be the rich schmuck your wife has been boning. Well, things couldn’t get worse right? Surely, being a dirty hobo people avoid like plague is the lowest one can get? Right? Well my friend, if you say yes, then you clearly haven’t been reading the lore.

Once the aforementioned Planet of the Dogs started happening, Cain was obviously one of the first to go. The man doesn’t even have a home he could hide behind in. The poor guy even had no idea feral dogs walking on two legs were starting to claim their stake as the dominant specie in this world. When Cain first saw one of them Beasts devouring his neighbor Stinky Matt, Cain was legitimately wondering if he was just hallucinating from starvation or if he had finally gone crazy from the stress. The Beast, apparently finding him more appetizing than Stinky Matt, lunged at Cain. It clamped its jaws on Cain’s shoulder and proceeded to try and tear his shoulder away from his body. With a lot of screaming and crying, Cain managed to dislodged the hungry animal by stabbing his fingers into its eye. While the Beast recoiled in pain, Cain hightailed it out of there. It did little good though, since only after half an hour since he ran from the Beast, Cain felt himself starting to turn. Who knew that the adrenaline from his brush with death would ultimately seal his fate?

And so Cain spent the rest of his days as one of them Beasts. While he could not remember a single thing about his past, a few things remained in his psyche. Cain was far more aggressive than the already aggressive Beasts. He would fight tooth and nail for a single rabbit against three Beasts. He would fiercely guard his hunting grounds and territory, smearing Beast blood on his border and even leaving their corpses to rot as a warning. He refused to give way to anyone, refusing for anyone to be above him. It has been ingrained in his mind to no longer be weak, to no longer be taken advantaged of, to no longer regret his life because someone managed to force his will. He would no longer be the weak man he was, the man who was trampled beneath everyone else's feet. No, he would be the Alpha, he would be the one at the top, so that he no longer need to fear being stepped on

How many years it had been since his change Cain does not know. Beasts don’t tend to worry about things such as date and calendar, though he did live through 7 winters. One day, out of nowhere, an uncomfortable feeling wafted over Cain. He felt his body changing, a distant memory of him doing the reverse was recalled by his mind. Cain turned back into a human, a dirty, grungy, naked human. His pack was definitely surprised to find their alpha turning into one of those things they ate, but none were foolish enough to attack the one bearing the scent of their leader. As if things weren’t confusing enough, memories returned to Cain. They weren’t perfect, not even close, but he can recall them. The days he spent as a wretched scum, the moments he was abandoned and forsaken, the times he was tricked and betrayed. These memories stirred up dark emotions within him. Despair, grief, sadness, disbelief, confusion. But most of all, rage. How dare they?! What right did they have to do those to him?! What did he ever do to them to deserve such treatment?! What right did the world have to place all those burdens and trials upon him?! These emotions triggered his transformation, returning him to being a Beast.

In his angry and distraught state, Cain lashed out of the weakest in their group, the omega. He viciously tore him to pieces, biting through his throat and ripping his entrails into shreds. He ignored his screams, his cries for mercy. All he could see was the weak wolf is his hands, and over the wolf’s face, Cain could see his own human face on it. This only prompted his to savagely dispose of this thing, this reminder of who he was. He sought to destroy it, to destroy the thing that reminds him of his weakness. He took delight in it, in the fact that his weak self has been destroyed by his strong self. Once Cain calmed down, gore still matting his fur, he came to a conclusion. The reason he became like that, that worthless thing, is because he was weak. Because he was weak, those who were stronger than himself could do anything they wanted to him. They could do it, because it is their right, the right of the strong. And then it hit him. Wait, am I not strong? Compared to those weak and feeble humans, us Beast were stronger in every way. And compared to these dumb Beasts, Cain could feel that he, he was better than them. Then, does he not have the right to rule them? After all, is there anyone or anything stronger than him?

And so, on this day, Cain resolved himself. That he would rule, not only over his fellow Beasts, but also over those weak and pathetic humans. However, Cain knew that this place would not be where he rules. However, even Cain knew how ignorant he was. He knew that humans, while weak, are far from defenseless. He’s been hurt by their boomsticks before, which he now recalled were called guns. There were also many of them, a lot more than his pack anyway. So, Cain decided to infiltrate them. He could look human right? So why not pretend to be human? Genius!

And so, Cain decided to do just that. He encountered a few hiccups along the way, some of them turning into satisfying burps, but Cain was never found out. After all, it’s stupid for anyone to think that one of those mutts could turn into men right? Those are just rumors after all. By a stroke of extreme luck, Cain managed to hear that there was a way out of these blasted walls. Seeing this as an opportunity, Cain chose not to waste it. He saw no future for this walled in place. There’s too many competition and not even he is sure that he could bring these survivors and Beasts under his rule. It was better to start over, and what better place to establish his territory than the lands beyond the walls? And so, towards this rumored path Cain headed to, his loyal pack by his side as his dreams of rule and power seemed closer and closer by the day.
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Physical Capabilities: Cain possesses the physical capabilities all Beasts possessed. He is stronger, faster, tougher, and more agile than regular human beings. When in his human form however his abilities are only at a level of a professional athlete, his true physical prowess are only unleashed when he lets the beasts loose. His senses are also far better than a human's. He can see fairly well in the dark, has a sense of smell and hearing comparable to that of a dog's. His reflexes are also better, and while not on a level of dodging bullets like a certain wallcrawling menace, but it certainly is good enough to dodge a bat to the back of the head.

Cain is not all powerful, though he'd beg to differ. Cain is extremely wary of guns, almost bordering on fear. He knows first hand the dangers of guns, having seen the far stronger Beasts falling due to these despicable weapons. Cain can't help but flinch when he hears a gunshot, which is why he rarely uses his own guns. Fire is also a weakness of his. All manners of animals are naturally weary against the brightly glowing fire. Cain dislikes fire and tends to stay far from it.
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"Mondo Bongo"/"Kings"/"Is This Love"
Shady Maxwell O'Kane
Shannon, Shanny, Shan, Shae, Cocaine
Thirty-Eight (38 Years Old)
Ex-Patriot (Former USAF)
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- A tanned-skinned fairly experienced looking man who speaks with a rather clear estuary accent [x]. Shady stands at a respectable six feet one inch and weighs around 195 pounds. With a head of auburn hair that hold the tell tale signs of ever present stress and steady ageing shaven down sloppily to a slight 'high and tight' at only a few millimetres in length along with a smooth but scruffily bearded and oddly inviting face.
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- Shannon is a fairly understanding, easying going person but with a very serious lack in tolerating stupidity. While usually known for taking steps to deescalate situations he isn't without a hostile side, there have been many times where he has been known to shoot first. All in all, he's a man who's fight instinct more often than not overwhelms that of flight.
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- A trio of tattoos on his left and right pectorals as well as biceps of Chinese warriors and flowers [x], he also has a scripture written on his back with some art around it [x].
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United States Air Force
Tactical Air Control Party Specialist
Technical Sergeant (TSgt - E6)
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Close Quarter Engagements (Entailing both firearms and melee) - While he isn't limited to fighting in such proximity, he is very well versed in it. He's quite capable of keeping his spacial awareness and reacting to threats in tight spots.

Physical and Cardiovascular Conditioning - Exactly what it says it is. Shannon is in very good condition, albeit a bit tired but more than capable of keeping up and holding his own.
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Shannon was born in Hong Kong, China to a pair of English teachers. The firsts decade of his life was spent living among the Hong Kong natives as one of them, he learned to read, speak and write in Cantonese alongside English. Though he learned a lot out there much of Shady's early life was uneventful, simply filled with education, television and school trips. When his family eventually moved out to the United States he found the transition quite awkward, while it wasn't due to being out of place ethnically like in China it was mainly due to the change in culture that he found odd.

Going through high school he absorbed unnecessary amounts of information about events he'd never care about but while he held no interest in it, found it pretty easy to retain information and expand his mind. His youth wasn't all books and documentary's though, not long after coming he joined the boy scouts and Marine Corps JROTC where his extracurricular experiences would go onto shape him to become a mature young man. After graduating Shady stepped up to the plate with difficult decisions, choosing whether to join the Marines or the Air Force, though he ultimately chose the latter there's always been a question at the back of his mind about his decision.

Shady took a very challenging route, he sought out to become a member of the Tactical Air Control Party. Basic wasn't the hard part, he sort of knew what that was going to be like and honestly didn't really phase him all too much, hell he had even met a girl in there, but the pipeline for TACP was a whole different game for him. Bingley was shown that he didn't really know shit about really fighting a war. They truly broke him down and built him back up to be stronger, more resourceful than before and following almost 400 days of rigorous training he made the cut, earning his place amongst a brotherhood.

Not very long after qualifying then Airman Basic O'Kane found himself shipped over to Korea. It wasn't as peaceful as it used to be, increasing tension throughout the years had resulted in acts of aggression against the South Korean capital, skirmishes along the length of the DMZ and a number of incidents involving snipers shooting at US personnel. Being over there life changing for Shady and one of the few things that made every day life for him was calling back home his parents. He stepped foot in country not a day before the military had decided to fight back but with the backing from communists nations it made their fight a stalemate that simply had to remain at the boarder rounds were exchanged daily.

At some point before the outbreak, Shady and Taya, the woman who he had befriended in basic that was also stationed in country with him, managed to get themselves stateside for Christmas, however after missing a flight to his home state due to cancellations, he spent it with her family. It was nice for him even if they weren't his own family it was something he could enjoy, they partied, drank heavily and did a few semi-regrettable under the influence. When he returned to Korea he was surprised to find that she wasn't returning with him, unknown to them both at the time was that she was carrying, the two maintained contact but didn't really have the same friendship like they had before it was slightly strained.

His time spent on the front gradually increased, he found himself put on alert on base more often than usual but the fight didn't truly escalate until after the North Koreans had seen the dire state America was in and in 2050 they barraged Seoul.

When Shady was finally withdrawn in 2055 after having been on the front with a cavalry scouts causing what havoc they could with the support of South Korean air power, there wasn't much for them to really help save, the size of the North Korean military was overwhelming. His departure with another twenty-six servicemen aboard a C-17 marked the end of 155 years of American presence. What he was met with upon arriving state side was something out of a nightmare, much of the specifics were deliberately kept from those that were still overseas.

Like many servicemen, when Shady came back home he was given a half-baked brief on the situation and, after a very short stop off in Honolulu, was thrusted towards their new enemy on the mainland as an attache to a company of combat engineers from the Marine Corps assigned deterrence detail, they were tasked with mining a 132 mile stretch of land with anti-personnel mines, spanning mostly forest, tunnels and abandoned rural settlements. While their work was meaningful it wasn't without set backs and controversies. The mine fields were unmarked, plentiful and hard to see, as a result civilian casualties in their immediate area rose dramatically as people fled from their homes through what they assumed to be safe ways. Shady spent time sat up in the hills keeping vigilance for a days on end rarely getting more than a few hours to sleep a week. When the jets stopped flying and the supplies stopped being shipped he began to lose hope. There was only so long he could do his job without the means to supply himself.

These days Shannon's just a man wandering aimlessly, having lost pretty much everything he's ever cared about. He's a person who regrets a number of life choices, even though he'd tell you he loved everything about serving and that he's proud to have dedicated himself in such a way, deep down he's broken about it all. Shady never got to see his kid, never got to watch them grow up and he never managed to really get the girl. These days Shannon's just a man waiting to die.
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M4A1 - Chambered in 5.56x45mm. Fitted with an EoTech holographic sight, chipped vertical foregrip and flashlight as well as a sling. 6 thirty round magazines.
P226 - Chambered in .40 S&W. Fitted with a wornout retention lanyard and held in a secure holster. 3 fifteen round magazines.
M9 Bayonet - So it's a knife? 7 inch blade that totals 30 centimetres in its entire length.
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- Shady keeps pair of pictures that are stuck back to back [x|x] and, should one catch him in private, can often be seen staring at it.
- On a regular basis Shady is found garbed in a simple blue-ish grey hoodie with a shemagh scarf of a lighter grey around his neck as well as a pair of common denim jeans that are kept up by a riggers belt along with a pair of brown lowa boots to protect his feet [x].
- On his head he wears a ballistic helmet [x]. Over his clothing he wears a tattered wooly blanket as a poncho and a plate carrier with 2 double mag pouches and 1 single mag pouch.
- On his back he wears a Hazard4 rucksack filled with an assortment of things: A small weapon cleaning kit, a number of loose rounds of .40 S&W, 5.56 and 7.62 sealed in a large freezer bag, a baggy filled with random rounds, a pair of smoke grenades, a few MREs and a can of spam, an undersupplied IFAK, a can of cs gas, three pairs of thick socks, a few hexamine blocks, a lighter and half empty box matches.
 
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Face Claim: Willa Holland (Thea Queen from Arrow)​


Name: Julia Ferren
Age: 30
Date of Birth: April 3rd, 2032
Gender: Female
Faction: Survivor
Height: 5 ft 2 in
Weight: 128 lbs
Weapons
G41 Glock (1 full magazine), Pocket Knife
Family
Father - Silas | Mother - Elizabeth | Brother (Older) - Zachary​

Supplies​
A backpack containing a first aid kit (unused), a composition notebook (worn and heavily used), a pen, 2 cans of food, can opener (worn out but still functional), canteen of water (half full), a towel (frayed at the edges and stained with mud).

Physical Capabilities​
Above-average endurance. Below-average strength. High perception. Above-average sneaking.


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Backstory​
Julia was born in the south, specifically in southern Louisiana. Her family is broken, mother found unfit to care for children, so her father retained custody of her and her older brother Zachary. The two are very close despite the one-year age gap and difference in genders. Zach and Julia's relationship is strong, probably because Silas stressed the importance of family to them when they were little.

Growing up, the two had very different interests, Zach was athletic and Julia was more interested in science. They were separated once the decision about college came around, Julia was sad to hear her brother would be going out of state for classes but it was foolish to pass up a scholarship!

When the outbreak began, Louisiana was one of the states that were barely affected by it. The quarantine was so far north that it hardly affected everyday lives. Unfortunately for her brother, the quarantine messed with his education and he couldn't attend his dream school. He was forced to attend the same college as his younger sister and pursue a degree he had little to no interest in. Julia was able to obtain a bachelor's degree in medical technology at the age of 23 while her brother got a degree in physical education.

Two years later, when the quarantine wall fell, Julia made her way out to Missouri to help those who evacuated from the area that surrounded the quarantine. Slowly but surely the infection spread and the camp that was a rationing station and a refugee camp. It was there that she fell in love with a man named Caleb - her supervisor at the camp. The camp was overrun within weeks of the quarantine falling Caleb and Julia lead what few survivors there were west, towards Kansas. There was a rumor that had spread about people gathering there for a safe haven from the infection.

After two weeks, what began as a group of 15 survivors was now a group of 5. When they arrived at Kansas though, they found someone unexpected. Caleb and Julia met Zachary as well as a couple of other survivors that were with him. It was then that Zach would give Julia the bad news about her father; it was just the two of them now as family. She didn't expect Zach to accept Caleb right away but with time, she hoped he could think of him as family as well. The small group turned into a rather large group - about 10 people and throughout their fight for survival this number would fluctuate.

Eventually, the final group was a total of 10 survivors.



Personality​
Julia is all about family, she would never leave anyone she considers family behind. Her brother is very protective of her and sometimes it can get really annoying to her - but she understands where he's coming from. When it comes to other survivors she can be very trusting to those who are injured and require some food. Julia sees herself as that survivor that will try to maintain some shred of decency in these dark times.


Playlist
Coming Soon!...Whenever I find good songs that AREN'T angsty AF.​


Other​
- Older brother, Zach, is played by JokerValentine JokerValentine
- Silas taught Julia and Zach basic firearms training.
- Elizabeth is not involved in her life.
- Julia took self-defense classes for 3 years, in high school.
 
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Name : Cade Parker
Age : 40
Gender : Male
Faction : Survivor
Height : 5'5"
Weight : 158 pounds.

Weapons : AMT Hardballer, chambered in .45 ACP. He has about a full mag on him. He also has an ice axe for a melee weapon. He broke the other one a while back.

Supplies : For carrying inventory he has a small, black satchel that holds the following; a box of matches, a small notebook, a small pack of toothpicks, a few pictures of him and his friends on climbing trips, a small compact cd player, a few cds with music on them in a protective case, and to top it off, a couple packs of double A batteries. He also keeps a small canteen on him for water, or any drink.

Physical Capabilities : He's fit, but not exactly strong. He can hold his own body weight when he's climbing and that's about it. He more of a speed and quickness person. He's very fast when it comes to running and is quite agile.

Backstory : Ever since he was young, Cade always had certain affinity for technology, computer programming and software development to be exact. It was something he found intriguing. How does a bunch of lines of code make a machine work? This same interest carried on into his adult life as he landed a job as a software developer for a rather large corporation. Pay was good and it was hardly work when you're doing something you enjoy. Although software was the most prevalent one, Cade also had another passion, extreme climbing. It was the adrenaline rush of being so high above the ground, dangling of the edge of a cliff by your own hand that pulled him towards the sport. He started at a young age, but couldn't do it much due to other things related to his primary interest. When he could though, he'd often book trips to popular climbing spots like New River Gorge and the Black Canyon. On his slightly extended vacations, Cade would take it a step further with ice climbing. It was a dangerous, but incredibly fun sport for him.

When the outbreak occurred, Cade was in utter disbelief as he saw these creatures pop up all over the news, and the creatures weren't even the worst of it. He watched in horror as the northeastern states were torn to shreds by these beasts. It was no surprise to him when the rest of the world turned it's back on the U.S, shunning it from the rest of the world. At the start, he was situated in Charleston, South Carolina. Thankfully, quarantine had been placed on the north to hopefully halt the infection. In the finite time that the quarantine actually gave the rest of the states, Cade spent it with his family, well, what was left of it. His parents had been in Maine, where he was born, so there was no doubt that they didn't make it out. His brother was in Charlotte, and his two sisters were in Miami. They met up in Charleston every other weekend. They spent most of the time catching up, the rest was spent on having fun at local attractions.

His fears were realized when the quarantine zone was pushed back. It kept getting pushed and eventually the infection struck Charleston in 2053. Luckily, his siblings weren't in town. When the infection hit, it was no surprise when most of the population tried evacuating out of the city. In Cade's mind, this spelled suicide. If these creatures acted were to be like wolves, they'd be in their prime in the wilderness. He felt that he'd be better off in the city. It did mean more infected roaming the streets, but he felt he had the advantage. He used the skills he accumulated over the years to traverse the city. Cade stayed in and on the buildings, avoiding the ground. He'd venture to lower levels at night to gather food and other supplies. It worked for some time, but as the years went on and he found more and more infected hording the streets, Cade decided it was time to leave.

He got out of Charleston and went west, trying to get away from the epicenter. In about a year after he left he met with another group of survivors. He deemed them a promising team of people and stuck with them. As time went on, the group caught word of a fabled "Northern Passage". It was said to be a place where the wall was not finished, somewhere that survivors could go to escape the U.S. Cade honestly thought it was a lie, but the rest of the team seemed to be hooked. Maybe it's real. He'd just have to see.


Personality : Little man, big personality. Although he isn't the most talkative person anymore, he is definitely outspoken, and when he wants to make a point he gets it through clearly. His actions and his words may often seem impulsive, but they are in fact thought out. He is an intelligent man and one of morals for the most part. He'll respect you as long as you respect him. Something he made very clear in his early days in the group is that he doesn't take kindly to remarks about his size in any way. Any comment of his size often results in a rather rude answer consisting of curse words and a glare. Given this, it is safe to say he has a bit of a temper as well. He usually has a few sarcastic comments sitting in his pocket for those he fells deserving of one. All in all, he doesn't have a problem with speaking up, and will do so when he deems necessary. Whether it be positive or negative, it will come out without hesitation.

A part of him people don't usually see, but it's present, is the caring side of him. In the end, he cares for the group. They're the closest thing he has to a family since his was taken. He'll protect it with his life when it comes to it and will watch over it with some fatherly-like instinct.

Playlist : There's a multitude of songs on those discs, who knows what's actually on them.

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Name:
Eloisa Rosales

Age:
Twenty-Nine

Gender:
Female

Faction:
Survivor

Height:
5'4''

Weight:
129lbs

Weapons:
A knife that she keeps in her boot.

Supplies:
In her backpack:
- Water bottle, half full
- Reading glasses
- A copy of the book 'The Diary of Anne Frank'
- A lighter
- A flashlight

Physical Capabilities:
- Loisa isn't the best fighter, but what she lacks in fighting skill, she makes up for in speed. She can run away from anything quickly and smoothly.
- Loisa is good at hiding, a skill learned before the outbreak. Now she has mastered it.

Backstory:
Loisa was born into a good family in Ottowa, her parents both had steady jobs, and she had a good surrounding of cousins, aunts and grandparents. At school, she had always been shy, but she got through with her head down and came through with good grades and a dream of being an artist. While her parents were supportive, they told her that art wasn't a stable dream, and that with grades as exceptional as hers, she should move onto a business career; maybe she could be a lawyer or an accountant. Perhaps if she had listened to her parents, she might have learned some skills more fit for living in a wasteland, but she wanted to follow her dreams of being an artist in the US.

For the first year of the outbreak, things didn't seen too bad. She began her degree in painting, and explored more of the states. Her parents encouraged her to come home, but she didn't want to leave. She was having the most fun she had ever had, with new friends and art and big cities. She had almost decided that she would live there for the rest of her life.

When martial law began, her college was shut down, and she had no where to go. Her friends went home, but Loisa didn't want to admit to her parents that she had been wrong, so she picked up odd jobs that needed doing. America was becoming terrifying, and soon, she had no money and was living on the street. She had fallen into a position that she couldn't get out of, lost and scared and unable to contact her parents. When she was nineteen, a man named Brutus found her on the streets. He had a business, as he called it. Homeless and vulnerable people would steal for him and in return, he'd give them shelter and food. Brutus had previously been a drug dealer, and his taste for wealth was beginning to dwindle now that cocaine was no longer being shipped to him. So his new business would have to do. And, it didn't hurt that he now had a few servants to do his every bidding.

Brutus wasn't a murderer as far as Loisa knew, but his mind games were poisonous. At the beginning Loisa begged for a phone call to her mother, but she soon learned that such things weren't allowed with Brutus. She was no longer Loisa, she was just a servant. On her third night at the Warehouse, she tried to escape. One of the other people caught her and turned her in to Brutus. She was locked in a coffin for two days, as punishment.

For almost six years, Loisa lived this way. It turned her into a person she no longer recognized. She was cold and empty and alone; no longer interested in art. She was nothing more than a tool for Brutus to use to steal things and to laugh at. All hope was lost, until one day, Brutus was killed, and Loisa found herself escaping with a group of the people he had imprisoned. She suddenly felt that bitterness drain away as she saw the sun shining over the city.

For a while, she traveled, sticking with a few of the people who had escaped with her. She soon found herself a small place to live; a broken down house with a fully stocked basement. It was safe and quiet and it had supplies. Selfishly, she hid from her fellow survivors and took the basement for herself, with all the supplies included. For a while, it was hard; lonely. But she pushed away thoughts of the past few years and of her parents, and decided that she would make a new life; a new start.

Personality:
Loisa is very up and down. She feels her emotions quite strongly, though most of the time she doesn't know what to do with them. She is fairly shy in most situations, and she's terrible at making first impressions. She always tries to come across confident, and instead comes off as obnoxious. She tries to be sexy and ends up looking plain uncomfortable. She tries a lot to be someone she isn't, when in reality, people would love to see the real, smiling, bright her, especially in such an awful world.

Inside, Loisa is warm-hearted, fun and loving. She feels deep connections to people, and it upsets her so much when she doesn't follow them through. If she sees someone she likes, she will never follow it up and she hates herself for it. But, she replaces those feelings of sadness with work and more work. She has a supreme kindness for animals and she holds their lives above those of humans.

Unfortunately, Loisa can sometimes be gullible, naive and selfish. Loisa has given all hope of love up. She's only had one serious boyfriend in her life, and that was before the outbreak. She has however been on small flings with guys who just used her. Each of these guys she thought was 'the one'. Now, she has become a little cynical of people in general, and she's naive when it comes to the world, considering she was locked up for the majority of the outbreak. She's very positive, but sometimes in an uninformed way. Lastly, Loisa can be selfish when it comes to her own feelings. She doesn't think about others; and it's not that she has to get her own way, but she's terrified of dying or being injured, and so she'll do anything to get out of a situation if it means avoiding that. If something is dangerous, she'll flip her good nature. She'd push someone else into the fire if it meant saving herself. In this way, she is very cowardly.


Playlist:
American Oxygen - X Ambassadors
Pretty Pimpin - Kurt Vile
The Less I Know the Better - Tame Impala
Belong - Fyfe
 
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    Allegra Sauvagess

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    : BASICS :

    Nickname(s): Ally, Al, Speedy

    Faction: Survivor

    Gender: Female

    Age: 28

    : PHYSICAL DETAILS :

    Height: 5'2"

    Weight: 63 Kilograms

    Clothing: Normally she wears a white side cut tank top with small grey details and "FUSE 38" written on the front of the shirt with a black and blue athletic bra under it, navy blue jean shorts and running shoes. Her other attire consists of a black blouse under a blue jean jacket, graphite-colored khaki shorts and chocolate colored boots.

    Physical Capabilities:
    • Allegra was a track and field runner back at her school before the infection - a very good one at that, which grants her excellent cardio and agility.
    • She's also very flexible, capable of bending around and fitting into tight spaces.
    • While she is quick and nimble, she lacks in the muscle department. She's not very strong and could be more resilient.
    • She also doesn't have any knowledge of martial arts, so when push comes to shove and she can't use her gun, she heavily relies on her bat and her agility.
    • And even when she can use her gun, she's not the best shot in the world. Her precision is mediocre and her technique consists of spray and pray.
    : GEAR & PERSONA :

    Equipment & Weapons: She carries her school backpack with her - black with pink details - which only has the bare essentials: food, water, a spare set of clothes and basic hygiene items such as a toothbrush, toothpaste and deodorant. Her weapons consist of an MP5 given to her by Blake modded with a red dot sight and a laser module and an aluminium bat she armed herself with at the beginning of the outbreak.

    Personality: Ally is a naive and carefree girl, presented with a side of sass. She has a rebellious nature, is an eternal optimist and is so confident in herself, it can come off as audacity.This behavior is given due to her "living in the moment", making her not only bold but also spontaneous and precipitated. This can make her a liability at times, and a nuisance for people who have a more serious approach to life, especially in the world she lives in right now.

    Ally is not one to follow plans or enjoy rules. Her mentality is: make the plan; execute the plan; expect the plan to go off the rails; throw away the plan. As such, she doesn't bother with developing or understanding strategies developed by others and more often than not she's just going to go in headstrong and improvise, ala "shoot first, ask questions later" style. And while she doesn't really like rules, she can still tolerate and abide by them if she deems them reasonable. If someone is hellbent on creating the perfect strategy and is unwilling to let her do her thing, she'll just ask them to simplify her part so that she doesn't have to sweat about details.

    She doesn't like confrontation or upsetting people she cares about, which kinda contradicts her behavior. When in an argument or confronted with her flaws or actions that led to bad consequences, she'll just say what the other person wants to hear so that the discussion ends quickly or just outright stay quiet and keep her head down. The hardest thing in her to deal with is the fact that she doesn't learn from her mistakes or from others pointing it out. This goes back to her "living in the moment" attitude, as she'll pretend or maybe even believe that everything's okay the day after a heated argument, which also makes her prone to commit the same mistake again.

    Likes:
    • Drum & Bass (she really misses music as a whole)
    • Challenges
    • Being helpful
    • Exercising
    • Being right about something (which rarely happens)
    • Chill people
    Dislikes:
    • Getting hit by the infected (it's more annoying than painful to her)
    • Strict people
    • Being forced to follow a plan
    • Confrontation
    • Covering too much of her skin
    • Staying in one place for extended periods of time
    Biography: Allegra was born as the younger sibling to her twin brother. Her brother was diagnosed with autism at a young age, which instantly shifted the equal attention Ally's parents gave to them to a disproportionate focus on her brother, leaving Ally in the dust. As she grew older, she did understand why her brother was babied all the time, but that didn't stop her from developing a slight dislike towards her brother and her parents, the latter developing into a dislike of authority and strictness by association.

    Allegra became more rebellious and outspoken as she grew older. She would typically talk back to teachers in a snarky demeanor and fail to turn in her homework numerous times. This created frustration between her and her parents, which spawned irritation and nervousness within her. Because she couldn't take it out on them or on her older brother, she ended up bottling these emotions in, which worsened her performance at school, which in turn would frustrate her parents even more, and this just went on as a vicious cycle she couldn't seem to escape.

    Escape. That's what Allegra wanted. A way to escape, to run away from her life. At this point in time, she was fed up with her family and with her school. Her grades were dropping, her parents became stricter with her in a vain attempt to make her get her shit back together and all the while her brother would be peppered with praise for the littlest of things. The only thing Ally gave her best at in school now was Phys Ed class, because it let her vent, even if it was only 50 minutes at a day. It was around this time that she began practicing Track and Field.

    She instantly garnered attention from her coach when she showed she was faster and better than most of the other girls doing the same sport. The coach, spotting her potential, began training her in private, cultivating her talent as best he could. The private training sessions paid off: she finished in first place at the Track and Field championship that was being hosted at her school. She had felt a state of ecstasy she didn't even know existed when she won the gold medal. She was so happy - she felt so accomplished.

    That's around the time the outbreak happened. While she was one of the individuals who believed that it was nothing to worry about, as more and more reports were amassed on the disease, she couldn't help but feel concerned. She still tried to reason that it was probably nothing, but the day those beasts showed up in the city, she couldn't have been any more wrong.

    She was at school when they came. While the school was on lock down, she managed to find a way out. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her, as fast as she knew humanly possible. But she wasn't fast enough. She didn't get home fast enough.

    She doesn't even know how she managed to fend those things off by herself but she did, albeit she didn't leave the fight unscathed. She was heavily bruised and cut, and exhausted. But that didn't matter. She kept going, she kept wandering the city alone, keeping in mind what her coach had told her: "When you're at your limit, when you feel like you can't do it anymore, when you want to give up... Always know, that if you try hard enough, you can make it." This mentality pushed her through the entire year she stayed alone, wandering from city to city, avoiding the infected.

    An entire year of her just aimlessly wandering the states. She had left Oklahoma, unknowingly, during her excursions and ran into a man called Blake Patterson, although he was more commonly and infamously known as Husky, a member of the Payday Gang. She was reluctant to approach him knowing his reputation, but she had noticed that he was in a far more worse shape than her,despite having a bag of guns with him. She doesn't know what made her stay, but she tagged along with him. This proved to have been a lifesaver many times: Ally received a gun to more efficiently protect herself with and Blake was essentially a marksman, what with years of con and burglary under his belt. After a few more months of of walking the abandoned earth together, they eventually ran into a larger group. They were allowed in.

    Playlist:
    • Com Truise - 84 Dreamin'
    • Com Truise - Dreambender
    • Com Truise - Propagation
    • Digitalism - Encore
    • Digitalism Blitz
    • Tame Impala - Let It Happen
    • Tame Impala - It Feels Like We Only Go Backwards
 
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Name: Tyson Rome Ambers

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Faction: Ex-patriot

Height: 6’1

Weight: 190


Weapons:

  • A pistol that’s been in the family for three generations.
    (He’s got good aim when given the time to line up the shot, but he’s mostly proficient in pistol-whipping)
  • An AR-15 he’s only shot once, claims he’s an expert with, but actually just sticks to his pistol

  • A hunting knife
Supplies:

A backpack he used to use at military school which holds:

  • First aid kit with the basics
  • Sewing kit
  • One plastic water bottle (Full)
  • One filter water bottle
  • Lighter
  • Small flashlight
  • Four pack of 9 volt batteries
  • Transistor radio
  • A change of clothes
  • Toothbrush, toothpaste, brush
  • Blanket
  • Small box of ammo for both guns
On his person he has:

  • His wallet with money, ID, credit cards, and some pictures
Physical Capabilities

- Deadlift 320 lbs

- Bench 210 lbs

- Is farsighted

- 5:30 mile

- Sticks to a morning or nightly (depending on how the day goes) routine as best he can to stay in shape


Backstory:

Tyson had just concluded that there was nothing worse than military school when all hell broke loose- needless to say it became the second worse. But before everything went wrong, before Tyson’s military experiences, and most importantly, before he was a useful citizen, he was just a boy.

A spoiled, rotten boy.

He lived in a grossly exaggerated suburban home. The kind with an American flag hanging over the mother Mary statue. It was a place to come home to when he was suspended, and a place to avoid when he wasn’t. Within his home lived his mother, who paid someone to cook their meals and clean their house while she relaxed by the pool, his father, who worked his own hours at a successful self-built club and spent the rest of his time obsessing over his Ferrari, and Tyson’s little sister, Daphne, who spent all her time playing with her dolls because she was only four.

And of course Tyson lived there too, but unlike the rest of his family he was too busy getting into trouble to worry about relaxing at home. At about ten years old the cool kids began to become more prominent, and of course Tyson wanted into that group. It wasn’t hard to swindle his way in with the popular kids, though. The difficult part was climbing to the top.

By middle school he was one of three rulers of the clique, and tended to flaunt the money his parents so effortlessly handed him. He was the kid with hundred dollar shoes, fifty dollar hair gel, and a four hundred dollar outfit. All designer. Even the cigarettes he’d get his hands on in eighth grade were the most expensive brand he could get.

But of course being popular isn’t just about the substances he got his hands on, or the money in his pocket. It was also about the crazy shit he could do and get away with, and as the year went on Tyson got crazier and crazier. He snuck into high school house parties with his friends, drunk himself into blackouts, dated every possible girl he could in his school, and damaged property like it was no one’s business. His oblivious parents only seemed to reward his behavior, believing his lies about ‘days off’ when he had really been suspended, not looking at the papers they were signing for ‘field trips’, and still giving him his overpriced allowance. When they did inevitably find out about these problems, though, they tended to only deal out small consequences. They'd take away his games but not his phone, and so he never truly faced major punishment.

By the time freshmen year rolled around Tyson believed himself to be immortal. He must have. Because just two months before his fifteenth birthday he decided to take himself and his friend on a joyride in his father’s prized Ferrari.

Needless to say, a kid who didn’t even have his permit yet was bound to mess up.

Tyson was heading up on an on-ramp for the highway and not paying any attention to his surroundings when a truck that was going far too fast to slow down collided with the Ferrari. The sports car spun off into the median and the truck ricocheted into the other lane, leading to a three car pile up. Nobody died, but there was far too much damage to ignore.

His parents paid thousands of dollars in fines, and even more on a lawyer that could only do so much considering Tyson’s poor testimony skills. The blunt truth he spoke and the lack of guilt in his voice got him a three month sentence in a juvenile detention center and a hundred hours of community service. He spent his birthday in jail, which was the only day his parents visited. While before they hadn't thought much on his behavior, this reckless stunt had really made them realize Tyson needed to be punished, and they figured the lack of comfort with seeing a familiar face would only add to the severity of his time.

When Tyson finally got out of jail he moved on to working his hours. He did this reluctantly, and tried to skip out on it at first but his efforts failed considering his parents were the ones who had to drive him. They never forgave him, it seemed, since they hardly spoke to Tyson at all but to tell him it was time to get to work or to go to the alternative school he had been transferred into after jail.

It was odd for Tyson to see his parents so distant. Not because they weren't before, but because this was a different type. Instead of giving him his allowance and leaving him alone they would glare at him, talk over him, interact in such a negative way that for the first time he actually did feel like he had done something wrong. Even though he wasn't grounded from games or his phone it truly did feel like a punishment this time. Having never felt this before from his parents, it made him anxious. For the first time in his life, he decided he'd truly have to do the right thing just to get things back to normal. He finished his hours and tried multiple times to apologize to his parents, but they ignored his efforts and instead handed him the pamphlet to military school. Now that his hours were complete they found no better option than to ship him off to get a good structure in his life, and to keep him away from his sister so there was no bad influence in the house.

Military school was one of the hardest things Tyson ever had to deal with. When he first arrived he was hurt by how ruthlessly his parents had rejected his pleas for forgiveness, and it led him to act out. This got him a bad reputation with his roommates and his TACs, which led to harassment. It took Tyson over a year to shake off his big mouth, his constant desire to sleep in, and his horrible habit of an untidy uniform. Once he had he had an even bigger issue to face; earning the respect of his peers. His bad boy demeanor had never been romanticised in military school and he became hated for it by many. After he realized his attitude wasn’t working out and he resigned himself into embracing the military school he had been sentenced to, it took another year and a half to gain the support of his TACs and to build bonds with the people in his daily routine.

By the time graduation came Tyson found himself at the top of his class, and popular once more but this time for many different reasons. He had a good set of friends, and he had thankfully lost most of his rebellious edge. This was even more apparent by his career choice; air force.

Tyson got into the air force at 18 with the intent of becoming a pilot. He had glowing recommendation letters and enough support to push him just where he wanted to go. His training to become a pilot started almost immediately after he got in. The only problem was he wasn’t in the air force but six months before the outbreak began.

It started as a social media sputter, a laugh that no one took serious. Often Tyson would joke with his friends about the dogmen. As the first year trickled by, though, the jokes soon faltered into worried phone calls home. Martial law had made this perhaps one of the most serious incidents of this time- of Tyson’s time. He watched it on the news, feared for everyone in his life he cared about, and grew paranoid about his own well-being.

Yet still for the next couple of years Tyson and his family were safe. The beasts could travel, but they hadn’t yet penetrated his area of life. He was sent on smaller missions. Securing cities, close-to-home flight support missions, new airstrip construction. It was all busy work that provided him ample time to become a pilot. By the time he was ready for the real stuff in the sky though, it was 2053. Time had been delayed with all the upheaval in recent years which is what took him so long.

And yet it was perfect timing. They had just gone through a six week crash course in the beasts they would be facing when his squadron got its first dangerous mission since the outbreak. They could no longer stay huddled in the safety of their base while thousand of other troops fought a losing war. It was their turn. Tyson thought he was ready.

It was a refueling mission for a set of air force planes in a Northern base. Fuel wasn’t getting up north by the great lakes anymore and more than anything did the air force want to bring the planes and the troops to a safer location. Until then they were stranded. Tyson and his team set out, expecting the worst and yet none of them were prepared for the severity of a land lost to disease.

By the time they arrived the decay was evident. Even more so than the ecosystem’s decay though, was the air force planes. All in a line of destruction. The base had been attacked, people were gnawed down to their bones, some left only a badge behind. Blood covered the ground. No wonder the radio tower hadn’t responded.

The site alone could have been enough gore for Tyson for the rest of his life, but the tragedy wasn’t over just yet. A dogman came rushing out of the shadows, starved for a meal, right at Tyson. In a moment where all his combat training needed to kick in though, he froze. He heard the bullets from his team, watched the beast fall, knew his life had just been saved. And yet he didn’t move for minutes. Even as they yelled at him to, even as they begged and pulled and pushed. And it was perhaps his hesitation that brought four more dogmen on the team.

It was now time for Tyson to take action. And he had never moved so fast in his life. Intending to make up for just standing around Tyson quickly pulled out his pistol, rushing into range and shooting down a dogman. His team and he worked in sync, taking out everything that came their way- or so they thought. When the dust had finally settled and they were all catching their breath, they turned to head back to their planes. Since they wouldn't be refueling the ones with no pilots they began to use the fuel on their own planes. While they were doing this, all slowly but surely calming down, trying to make jokes to relieve the situation.

It only lasted so long though, before they heard the gunshot. Tyson and his team sprung into action, looking around and all raising their weapons, expecting to see more dogmen. Instead they found Jack, one of Tyson's closest friends, lying sprawled on the ground. The pistol laid next to him, and his head lay in a pool of blood. The shock of it all had everyone holding back tears. He had killed himself.

No one knew why until Tyson noticed the tear in the jacket. He knelt down to pull the sleeve up and spotted the deep bite that was still bleeding. The first thing he thought of was their training. We're soldiers, not munks. If we get bit we'll turn. You have 18 hours to eliminate the problem if one of you becomes one. Jack had become a problem, and he had eliminated himself. It was the most heartbreaking realization the team had ever faced, the most disturbing one.

They wrapped his body up and took it home, using the fuel they were supposed to use on the planes at the base. They all filed their reports, and that night after everyone was asleep, Tyson packed his things and left. He was stopped at the boundaries, but insisted he was just going to the store, told them the bag was just to make things easier to carry. Tyson was well-respected at his base, and after all that had happened, they let him go. They thought he'd come back. He didn't. Instead he made it to the store, hotwired a car in the parking lot, and drove.

He made it to Missouri before he ran out of cash to fill up his tank, and wound up in a town he hunkered down in for a couple years. He lived under a different name there, under an entirely different life. It was easier than dealing with the shame of who he actually was. He still called up to check on his family, though, and it was these calls that sent him into yet another fear-induced journey.

They stopped answering.

Tyson was overcome with fear for his parents, whom he had never made amends with, and his sister, who he had never truly gotten the chance to know, and so he planned to start heading West. He was building up his supplies though, organizing the car he had with everything he needed when Missouri became the next target of the disease. It was spreading through the state faster than most would have expected, and Tyson's departure time changed abruptly. He was planning on leaving in a few days and instead left that night. Just in time, too. On his way out of Missouri his radio reported the town he had been in being all but obliterated.

He moved up Northwest down country roads in hopes of escaping most of the turmoil. The dogmen he came in contact with were thankfully not in packs and easy to take out. He stopped only for fuel and to get two hours sleep at a time, but eventually there was no more fuel to stop for. He was halfway through Oklahoma when the car broke down. He had no choice but to go on foot.

On his journey though, he ran into the group and ended up sticking around. It was better than dealing with the thought of going home to a mutated family, anyways.


Personality: Tyson has always been a somewhat rebellious person. Though military school was thought to have beaten it out of him he still managed to keep his spirit, which often pushes towards the most dangerous answer. Even in the air force Tyson found himself a bit more daring than the rest, though it was all in good fun. He’s grown to be a responsible person minus his mild reckless moments and is a hard worker. Loyalty, though, is not something that is very consistent with Tyson. He’d like to believe he’s loyal, but his past actions seem to prove otherwise. Above all else he still values his own life and therefore has done many terrible things to ensure his own life; such as abandoning his team on a mission. He does love his family though, despite the ill way things were left, and has no greater wish than to just be part of their lives again, though at this point he’s not sure if there are any lives to be a part of anymore. Which leads into his paranoia. He’s so afraid of his own life being taken he has fears of going home, of seeing beasts in place of his family, and while he wants nothing more than to reconnect with them, his survival instincts have him wondering if he could even trust them if he saw them again, and beyond that, if he can trust anyone for that matter.




 
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