When Darkness Comes.

[Allison Wonderland14]

Name: Naomi Sutskoi


Age: 19


Species: Human


Appearance:

She looks a bit like Tifa. Her outfit is of simple t-shirts and torn jeans for easier movement. Combat boots are her favorite, and her eyes are of a marvelous, mutated blue and and brown. Her right is blue and her left brown. The finger-less gloves are a must!


Personality: Originally kind and caring until the incident came to harden her spirits. She is a more aggressive, reserved, hoping to be unattached to another (for many of her loved ones where taken brutally away from her) Her talent is in the speed factor. She's more known to follow under the whole: when caught, she's dead. Not very strong. Still a caring individual, but more reluctant in expressing it.


Weapons: Hates guns. Won't have anything to do with them. Her weapon:

as well as a couple of daggers carried in straps along her thighs.


Bio: She's recently lost her beloved childhood friend, a romantic interest. She wants nothing to do with her past, and buries it. Bit and bits of her history may be revealed to those who dare to get her to open. Suffers from emotional distress whenever reminded too much of a painful memory.

 

[jade162]

@Allison Wonderland14


Accepted!

 

[MonochromeSoul]

Name: Sora Lockhart


Age: 18


Species : Human (Genetically Engineered)


Appearance :

Personality:


He tends to be alone, does not talk too much of his past and likes, usually shy type (or so we thought) , ill-tempered, he seldomly smiles, an intelligent and creative fellow who finds his way out in every problem. He also like to gamble and and take risks in battle. The only person whom he always talks to is his companion Eve. (See appearance int the pic)


Despite him being ill-tempered he finds it easy to return to his normal temper.


He always ends up having arguments with his companion Eve and ends up losing on it.


Sora is also a helpful fellow and does not easily give up on troubles faced


Weapon :


Abyssal Edge - His own weapon of choice (See appearance in the pic), made by his companion Eve.This weapon is a dual handguns fitted with a blade at the bottom. This pair of guns uses a reinforced 9mm ammo. Also, his companion invented a new type of bullet for his guns called; "Elemental bullets". These are bullets infused with elements e.g = fire and lightning. The blade in its bottom is suitable for close-quarter-combat and is used when he's out of ammos.


Light and Shadow -

He found this pair of katanas when he woke up in an abandoned laboratory with these katanas by his side. These katanas are designed for fast paced combat and it boasts a lot of strength in battle. Despite of his favored weapon, his gun he always uses these pair of katanas when he is in a tight spot. His style in using these katanas is unmatched.


Bio : Sora was a simple boy back then, until he got part of an experiment called; "Project Genesis" where he was genetically engineered and he was the only one that survived the test in the experiment thus, giving him superhuman feats and superhuman strength.


One day, after the apocalypse spread out in the whole world he awakens in an old, abandoned, large tower with no trace of his own memory, He does not remember anything bout his past life nor the "Project Genesis". He finds himself lost in oblivion, a man without a life's goal after losing his memory. After lurking in an abandoned city, he got infected by a zombie. Unfortunately, the cells in his body that were genetically engineered reacted to the virus changing the color of his eyes and weakening his body. The virus weakened his body but, it was not decreased to humanly strength instead, giving him migraines when the virus reacts to his body. Despite the virus in his body, he's is still unharmed by it.


One day, while seemingly walking into nothingness he finds a girl named Eve who is fighting with hordes of zombies. Sora decided to help her and finds themselves connected. Eve was also a participant of the "Project Genesis." Thus, this made them to be partnered up in search for things that may bring back Sora's memories and for other survivors.


The two sets out for an adventure to the top of the tower to find the truth....


The truth behind the apocalypse and Project Genesis.....


"If I am gonna die here, I want to die to help rather than living in fear"

 

[jade162]

@NobodyisHere


Accepted!

 

[MonochromeSoul]

Thanks @jade162 !!!

 

[Allison Wonderland14]

Yayyyyyy 
Yes! That would be great! 
Alright, so I just read your character description... hmmm, I suppose we could gradually grow into a romantic interest due to similarities. I'll probably be slightly cold, or distant in the beginning ah, so we could just like idk, decide to only be acquaintances for survival purposes, but gradually we open up to one another?:3

 

[Chelsea Griffin]

Name: Katerina (Kat) Holstrom


Age: 18


Species: Neko


Appearance: (Can include description as well as picture) She is 5,6 and is 99 lbs. Her eyes are an icy blue.


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Personality: Katerina is a pessimistic shady person. She lives up high, in places such as tall trees that border the forest. Katerina is loyal, but only to those who she trusts fully.


Weapons: (If any? Probably guns, if anything. But swords and such are fine too.): Katerina has small throwing knives in her boots, a dagger on her belt, and a pistol at the holster on her hip. She carries ammunition in every pocket of her jacket, and on an ammunition belt.


Bio: Kat has one person in her life. She was close to her sister, Rosemary, but Rosemary was turned into a zombie. It was dark outside, and Kat and Rosemary were huddled in the sewers, when they heard a noise. It was a scuffling, dragging sort of noise. The sisters locked eyes and sprinted down the sewer. Behind them, the rasping footsteps slowed down, then vanished. The sisters breathed out a sigh of relief. They had outrun them! But that's when, in the dim flashlight beam, a zombie leaped out of the darkness and bit Rosemary. Kat ran and sobbed, hearing the footsteps behind her, wondering how she was going to get out, sobbing for her sister. She found a manhole cover and leapt outside, into the day. Kat didn't know that zombies couldn't stand sunlight, so she kept running. As she ran, she noticed that the ground seemed closer and dark alleys didn't seem as dark. She caught a glimpse of her hand. Or paw. She had turned into a cat. Kat quickly climbed a big cottonwood, straight to the uppermost branch. She stayed there for three days, until she needed water and food. Back on the ground, she turned back into a neko. Kat had been living like that for a long time before she saw Rosemary again. She was stealing food from a market with the battered sign, Cheese's Market, when from inside the dark market, a groan came. Kat darted back outside. A battered figure started walking towards her. Kat looked back, and saw Rosemary. Hard to recognize, her skin a sickly green and her eyes a milky white, but definitely Rosemary. Kat collapsed and sobbed. The last thing she saw before she blacked out was Rosemary's cracked corpse leaning over her. But, luckily Soren, a guy werewolf, found her. They have been together ever since. Kat and Soren stay as high up as possible, each remembering a sad story from their own past...


cheese

 

[jade162]

@Chelsea Griffin


Accepted! xD And you read the rules! I like you!

 

[CZDoubleU]

Name: Takeru Sato (Most people just call him MT)


Age: 25 (21.March)


Species: Vampire


Appearance: Takeru does not like wearing the same cloths over and over again, he prefers to be himself: (Also he is 1.70m tall)

For your interest there are also these photos of him: {Click} {Click}


Personality: Takeru is a wild type, he enjoys rebelling and causing a scene. He stands out amongst crowds and is not shy to just jump into any conversation. He is not shy at all. Often standoffish or even full of himself he can be a little over powering for some people to handle. Don't worry as one gets to know him his more romantic even sweet and kind personality start to come out. He is easily defined by his "standoffish front" which makes him a single target for trouble making and getting into trouble. He enjoys a certain amount of thrill and danger in his life as well as fun and excitement. He is not afraid to tell a girl if she is pretty or not and though not gay will comment on a guy if he things that guy needs some... "help" as he collectively puts it. He is NOT a bully, he does not walk around making fun of people, it's just if you look like you rolled out of bed this morning and got dressed in the dark he is among the only people who will tell you that. He rebels against authority and it is easy to say he does not like a sense of authority


Weapons: Smith and Wesson Walther PK 380 (Dunno if he as a vampire should have one... but he does.... for protection HEH Lol)


{Photo-Click}


Bio: Takeru does not like speaking of his past, it is dramatic and full of sadness. A sadness he only shares with his best friend Haruma. His family at a young age was taken from him and murdered right before his very eyes. He watched with prying eyes unable to comprehend for most of what was happening until it was all over. Blood was too much for him, he saw it every where and being a vampire this did not help him too much at all. Haruma helped him through this and helped him remind himself after the tradigty what it was like to have a friend. Over time the two became extra close and even closer when he discovered that Miura's parents both of them had died to put Takeru's family murder in the ground. Ever since they were young they had been friends but neither spoke of the past they had since they were children. He sees Haruma as a brother more now than as a friend and though his sister is pretty in his eyes, just that, a sister. He is over protective over Maki and tries to hide it making it look like he likes the girl, but he does not.


I completely forgot about Cheese My bad.


Can I add some more later?

 

[jade162]

@CZDoubleU


Accepted!


And.. I love that kitten video. xD Watched it a couple days ago.

 

[CZDoubleU]

@CZDoubleU
Accepted!


And.. I love that kitten video. xD Watched it a couple days ago.

Thanks. I'll be adding some more characters later... Can I post...?

 

[jade162]

Thanks. I'll be adding some more characters later... Can I post...?

Of course you can!

 

[CZDoubleU]

Of course you can!

Okay. I'm not sure how to work tapatalk.... >~<

 

[jade162]

Okay. I'm not sure how to work tapatalk.... >~<

Uhm.. That's hard to explain.

 

[CZDoubleU]

Uhm.. That's hard to explain.

Sorry that came out wrong. I'll figure it out and post soon. Promise.

 

[jade162]

xD Alright. Good luck!

 

[Pride&Perfection]

:Name:


Lyric Grace De Caste


:Age:


26


:Gender:


Female


:Species:


Werewolf


:Appearance:


-Human Form


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-Werewolf Form (Ignore the Bow & Arrow)


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-Wolf Form


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ersonality:


Lyric isn't an open book, she hides her emotions, buries them deep beneath her hard exterior. Friends are not something that she comes by easily, nor are they something she takes for granted. Really she's a mysterious person, hard to understand. To really know her personality you'll need to know her. Know her for who she truly is.


:Weapons:


Her choice of weaponry is wide spread. Being an agent meant she was very skilled with nearly anything, but the weapons she carries on her at all times are as follow;


-Semi-automatic Pistol; Desert Eagle


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-Semi-automatic Pistol; Glock 22 a .40 S&W


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-Shot Gun; Caesar Guerini Ellipse Evo Light


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-Two Tone Black Stainless Steel Throwing Knives with Sheath (3)


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-SOG Pentagon Tactical Boot Knife (1; each boot)


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-Boker Plus Schanz Integral Dagger


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:Bio:


Lyric was deep undercover on a mission, a mission that she had been working on for years. An illegal arms dealer, by the name of Carlos Santiago, had been smuggling nuclear weapons out of the country along the east coast for years. He had become one of the United States top priorities, and they sent her out as one of their best agents. Lyric was this close to getting him, but two days before her extraction she lost communication with the agency…


“Neuro, come in! Come in Neuro. Neuro this is Butterfly. Come in.” She pursed her lips in frustration, aggravated by the fact that everything was suddenly falling apart. After four years of her hard work, it was all breaking into shambles. Two hours ago she had lost all contact with the outside world, and now she was flying blind within Santiago’s headquarters. It was the worst possible scenario she could have imagined. She had been discovered almost immediately after the lines went dead, and now she had almost 20 of Santiago’s men on her tail as she raced to get out of this building.


“There she is!”


“C’mon after her!”


“Release the dogs!”


Lyric cursed under her breath before turning and sprinting down the dark hall. Behind her the sounds of dogs bounced off the halls. Though it sounded like a pack of 50, she knew it wasn't any more than 2 or 3. She pumped her arms harder, urging herself to run faster. Ahead of her she could see a door, marked with a glowing red EXIT sign above it. Yes! She ran at the door, hands extended, and slammed into it, pushing it open. The door slammed against the outside wall, rebounding, and then slamming shut, but she wasn't alone.


A dog had managed to jump outside before the door closed, and now it was nearly upon her. Her breaths came quicker as the adrenaline kicked in, but it wasn't enough. The dog lunged, crashing into her back. They fell to the ground, tumbling in a heap. She felt a searing pain burn up her right arm just as the dog sank its inch long canines into her skin. Lyric cried out in pain, squeezing her eyes shut, however she wasn't about to let herself die to a dog. She pulled her left arm back and punched the canine square in the face. The dog yelped, stumbling off of her. She used the moment to get to her feet. An ugly growl erupted from the dog before her. This was the first time she was able to take an actual look at the dog.


It looked like a dog, but then… it didn't. Its eyes were different, sort of glassed over, and it didn't have any fur… instead a rubbery skin covered its body; veins bulging like roots from a tree. Red saliva dripped from its jowls and onto the pavement. “What the-”


Her words were cut off as the thing lunged straight for her neck, but this time she was ready. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. She leaned to the left and the dog soared straight past her. Lyric sprang into the air, flipping over the dog, and onto the spot behind it. Disoriented, the canine whirled around, only to be kicked in the face. It stumbled back, shaking its head, but she already had a hold of its neck. Her arm seared with the exertion of the muscle but she worked through it, pulling quickly on its head. There was a loud SNAP and the dog went limp in her hands. Lyric stood up, wincing at the strain she had put on her injured arm.


“I've got to get out of here.”


She looked around. It seemed like the door had led to a parking lot, and where there was a parking lot...there were cars. She jogged over to the nearest vehicle; A burnt orange H3T. After checking the doors to see if they were unlocked she used her good arm to break into the vehicle. She slammed her elbow against the driver side window, shattering it completely, and then reaching inside to open the door. Just as she was getting into the car, the exit door exploded open, and a squad of nearly 40 armed men poured out into the lot. “Crap!” Lyric bent down and pulled out the mid compartment, revealing a set of wires. She fumbled to spark the two of them together.


“Surround the car! Go! Go! Go! Don’t let her get out of here alive!”


Finally the vehicle started up, roaring to life. She sent up a silent prayer of thanks before slamming her foot on the gas. Guns began going off, but to her luck the car was bullet proof.


“Close the gate! Close it NOW!”


The Hummer sped forward, but as it neared the gate the gap became smaller and smaller.


“C’mon! C’MON!”


The gas was floored, there was nothing she could do to go faster. The gate closed, but she wasn't about to stop. Instead the hummer crashed into the chain-link piece of metal, bouncing easily over the road block. She drove the car through the countryside, averaging about 115 the whole way. Though she stopped for gas at a country store but... no one was there. It looked as if the place had been abandoned. Lyric used this to her advantage; grabbing a first aid kit off the shelves and pocketing a bunch of food. She then headed to the bathroom to clean out the wound on her arm. The cool water burned the deep puncture wounds and she had to clench her teeth to keep from crying out. As soon as the blood was washed from her arm Lyric slathered it in medicine, sighing with the relief. Using the gauze and medical tape from the kit, she bandaged up her arm.


Lyric headed back out side, jumping back into the car. After popping a few pain meds. into her mouth she set out again.


7 hours later she reached the outer city limits of Washington D.C....but what she saw was devastating. The city was in ruins, buildings had collapsed, rubble was strewn out into the streets.


“Oh my God...” Her words were soft, barely audible to even herself


No wonder she’d lost contact, there was no one here to contact. Suddenly it all made sense; why she had been sent to collect the nuclear weapons, why the government had focused solely on Santiago. World War 3… The United States had gone to war, and Santiago had been trying to prevent it. He had stolen the weapons to prevent the war from happening… and now the whole world was ruined. It then occurred to her that this whole area was radioactive.


Lyric jerked the wheel to the left, pulling a U-turn, and began to speed out of the city.


She drove past the Washington monument and the strangest thing happened, she spotted a woman carrying a baby on the side walk. Immediately she slammed on the brakes, throwing herself forward. Lyric jumped out of the car.


“Ma’am! Ma'am are you okay?”


The woman didn't look up, didn't even acknowledge her presence until she was almost in front of her. She made a sort of hissing noise, and then dropped the baby, which turned out to be a doll. “Ma’am?” She looked up. Lyric jumped back and opened her mouth to scream, only the scream froze in her throat.


It was a woman, only not a woman. She was different…like the dog; Deformed. Her mind was spinning as she backed up, away from her. “Ma’am?” She asked again, even though she already knew that she couldn't hear her. Lyric turned and ran back to the car. She opened the door, jumped in, and then slammed it shut, locking it as soon as she was safely inside. The woman clawed at her through the broken window, screeching at her in a voice that can only be describe as inhumane...


She stepped on the gas, not turning to look back at the group of human like creatures that had gathered behind her. Lyric felt a tear well up in her eye and then drip down her face, falling softly onto her leg.


She spent the night in an abandoned home about 50 miles away from the city. Inside it looked as if nothing had ever happened, but she knew the truth. Whoever had lived here had probably left weeks ago; before the bomb was dropped. Lyric laid herself down onto the bed in the back room. Though it was late she felt as if she would never fall to sleep. Her body was exhausted, yet her mind seemed to be restless.


Her mind was whirling. That dog, the one back at Santiago's, it must have been affected the same way that the woman had been. Something had changed them... Changed them into something horrible. A terrible feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. What if the same thing happened to her. Lyric glanced down at her bandaged arm. It was throbbing painfully to the beat of her pulse. Her brow furrowed.


It was then that she decided to look for others, others that might not have been affected by the radiation. So she left the next day, heading south into Virginia.


It was during that night, as she was driving that the transformation began. She felt the pain gradually come upon her. Soon she was unable to continue driving. Lyric pulled over on the side of the road. She was in the middle of nowhere, not a building in sight. There were fields and fields before her, but nothing else. The pain began to worsen and then she noticed that her body was changing. Her arms and legs became elongated; bones snapping and breaking. Her cries did nothing to stop the agonizing pain. It continued like this for 3 hours, until finally she blacked out. When she woke again she was naked, lying in the middle of a cornfield...covered in blood. It was the blood of a deer, that much was obvious, for a carcass lay 4 yards away from her, but it was blood all the same. “I, I-” She didn't know what to think. She returned to the abandoned home to bandage up her arm...but there was nothing left to bandage.


The next few months continued the same way. Every full moon she would change into a human like wolf creature. The only difference is that she learned to control herself, feeding only on animals, never humans. She learned that on days other than the full moon she could change, and after a while the change became less painful. Till one day the change only lasted 4 seconds, and she felt nothing but warmth. The radiation had done something to her, something she couldn't explain, but she was still alive. It was the least she could hope for.


-- 2 Years Later (A.K.A. Present Day) --


Lyric continues to scour the east coast, looking for others, others that might be alive. So far in the two years she's come upon no one. Well no one but Rex; A Belgian Malinois immune to the Radiation. About 6 months after she left Washington, Lyric found Rex. He was injured and she nursed him back to health. Naturally he became her best friend. They've searched the country together for a year and a half, he protects her, she protects him. Though they've found no one they continue to search, sending out radio calls from the Hummer; hoping that some one hears them...


:Rex:


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:The H3T:

​

 

[jade162]

@Pride&Perfection


I love it! Accepted!

 

[Pride&Perfection]

When um... can I post?

 

[jade162]

Anytime you want to. ^^

 

[PKCV2]

Name: Aleks Vitaly


Age: 27


Species: Human


Appearance: Unremarkable sneakers cover his feet. He sports faded black jeans covered in dried blood and filth (presumably from dumpster diving). A blank white jacket is the only article of clothing that covers his torso, the sleeves are rolled up to his elbows revealing a steampunk tattoo covering his right forearm, random objects cover the left, and a pair of pale hands. Black hair with blue streaks cover his eyes and ears, from behind the hair stops where the shoulders meet the neck. Underneath the hair, brown eyes reside in their rightful sockets. He stands at 6'0. His body is well toned but is no hulking beast by any means, losing many times to more muscular people in any kind of fight.


Personality: Aleks is now a bit on the crazier side of life (mentally). He deals with a voice in his head that shifts from being his savior to an annoyance. Anyone that spares their time for Aleks is seen as a person he's known for his entire life in his eyes, quickly trying to gain their favor in any way with no regard for the person's past deeds, whether it be good or bad. Though if he feels he's been betrayed the voice in his head seizes control and causes him to try and brutally injure, kill, or just abandon the person.


Weapons: He carries a sharpened hunting knife and a pistol looted from a dead cop.


Bio: Aleks Vitaly grew up with a middle-class family as an only child, however his parents regretted his existence and openly showed it, the only thing his parents did for him was send him to school, feed him, an provided him with clothing, there was hardly any interaction between the family apart from those few things. In school, Aleks had one friend and was bullied in school. One year before Aleks would graduate he packed his things and left his home and his life behind with the exception of his one friend who he had become close with. He spent the rest of his life around local gangs and their gateway substances, keeping in touch with that one friend. When everything went wrong he rushed to his friend's house only to find her dead, her lifeless eyes met with his and he came to terms with the harsh reality upon him. There he met a little voice by the name of Blink who claimed to help Aleks prepare for whatever was in the future. A few days later while Aleks was looting a house he found three of his old bullies from school huddled in a room. Having not seen another human soul for a long while, they happily invited him into their group. Overcome with vengeance he gunned them down and continued to loot the house, to the satisfaction of that little voice.

 

[jade162]

@PKCV2


Accepted!

 

[MisfitGhoul]

:N A M E:


Dakota Livi Major


:A G E:


13


:S P E C I E S:


Human


:A P P E A R A N C E:

:P E R S O N A L I T Y:


Dakota is very shy yet is willing to do anything to save the ones she holds close. She enjoys music and the idea of joining the army; despite the fact she's only 13. She's very sweet and calm, but very cautious of others whom she feels not-so trustworthy; she only trusts those she can truly count on. She's very perceptive of her surroundings and notices even the smallest of things. She travels in a small group, as to not be noticed; she's also considered a genius, therefore making her a target to some people whom are jealous or "want" her smarts.


:W E A P O N (S):


HK USP

Pocket knife

Hunting knife

AK-47 with silencer


(In Appearance Picture)


:B I O:


Dakota was named after her father, he had went to fight in in the army before her birth. Her mother had taught her everything she needed to know about survival in case an emergency arose, Dakota learned this at the age of 5. In school, she got straight A's; "Genius!" Her classmates would say to her.


She took up her mother's HK USP at the age of 8, sneaked out of the house and to the firing range, and shot the gun until she hit the "bulls-eye" a few times. Her mother, curious of where she was, noticed the gun shots and saw Dakota firing: her mother smiled and hugged Dakota.


Years later, at the age of 13, she had been notified that her father had died in the World War III crisis; fighting back tears, she stated she would get revenge. Her father had died on her 13th birthday, so she was told. Infuriated, she grabbed an army coat that no longer fit her father, slipped it on along with an army backpack. She packed her mother's HK USP, her hunting knife, a pocket knife, and a medical kit; Once finished, she grabbed her fathers old AK-47 and a silencer, slipped the silencer on. She then ran for her room, grabbing her MP3, charging it fully, grabbing her lucky headphones and slipping everything on. She found a key chain that was her mother and father's, slipping it on the zipper of her backpack, she was now ready. It was 4am, night returning to day slowly.


A strange noise came from outside, a moan then a groan; Dakota turned around just in time to raise her AK-47 and shoot a zombie in the head. It groaned softly so she retrieved her hunting knife and worked it's head off, leaving it dead for good. 'So this is what World War III did. It's so stupid, my father died to stop this.' Dakota had thought to herself, setting off through the now rising sun. After she left, a zombie had ran past her and tackled her mother to the ground. Surprised, Dakota quickly made off with the zombie's head and cried on her mother's chest before killing her a couple minutes later. Tears threatening to fall, she stared at the sun as it rose, then grumbled and ran in the sunlight for the nearest market.


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[jade162]

@Elionza


Accepted!

 

[Jason Carlile]

Name: Jax


Age: 27


Species: Human


Appearance:

Personality: Quiet, calculating, tactical, relentless, vengeful. But also a great friend and caring companion. Will put others before himself.


Weapons:


1 Custom Beretta 92 9mm semi-auto pistol

1 Ka-Bar 1275 Combat Knife

1 M4 tactical shotgun

And an experienced martial artist in Krav Maga


Bio: Jaximus Atlas, or his code name Jax in the agency, was a stealth agent. Specializing in knockouts and getting information in the shadows. Prior to WW III, he was one of the top agents. But not taking any credit for what he did in order to keep his presence anonymous. He always was a proud American, not in the government, he would do what he did for the people. His final mission before the pandemic and when all hell broke lose, he was a double agent to an arms dealer in Brazil. He heard it on the news about the outbreak and he left, killing the arms dealer in haste and leaving the scene in chaos. He arrived back in the States the next night and traveled through the calamity of dead bodies to his house where his wife was, dying. She was turning, they both knew it. She told him to lock the doors and tie her up, Jaximus did this and fed her and they talked. 8 days later, her infection heightened and he had to make a choice, do the unthinkable and kill the one he loved, or die. Jaximus did the one thing he never wanted to do, with tears in his eyes, the broken man snapped her neck, silently, quietly, and quickly killed his love. He broke down, he locked himself away for 2 days. After those 2 days he untied her, buried her and said his farewells. He knew if he stayed here it would bring him nothing but pain, and he couldn't survive here forever. So he grabbed everything he could carry and walked.


Jaximus now only calls himself Jax, because he believes Jaximus died with his love,He is now on the East Coast, trying to find out what can he do to stop this and find anyone to fill the hole that Jaximus had created.