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The sky is veiled in a blush pink, a half moon edging the mountain crests. You're lounged snugly on your three-seat couch, the television switched to a channel you're barely paying mind to. Your phone rests in your left hand, nearly slipping from your grip as you doze off. Your phone buzzes violently, rousing open your bloodshot eyes. An urgent alert dominates your screen, playing aloud the unnerving one-tone ringing of what you assume to be an amber alert. Your gaze shifts to scan it, but is cut off by an identical noise emanating far louder from your television.

Eyebrows furrowed, sleepiness abandons you entirely. This must be serious. You read the words as they scroll across the screen, disbelief rattling your every cell.

'Stay inside at all costs. Do not go outdoors.'

What could possibly be happening to warrant that? Now shaken with adrenaline and disorientation, you jump to your feet and gawk out of the living room window to gather whatever information you can. A flock of birds screech in unison, beelining in a random direction. There's more than you've ever seen.

Suddenly your eyes strain as you toil with your brain over what you're looking at. Small sort of particles spangle the horizon from cloud to grass with an indescribable appearance. The closest thing you can liken it to is what you see in your vision when an aura migraine is coming on, but they're small and everywhere. You can't fully grasp what it is. You can't even completely absorb it correctly. It's so foreign that you wonder if it's even real.

Through the still snowfall of cryptic fragments, you spot your neighbor opening their front door. Morbid curisoity and horror rip through your veins as you watch him step out into the field of light flecks. And then, like nothing you've ever seen before, he's warped and mangled and squashed into nothing, as though the things outside were miniature black holes frozen in time. You nearly vomit from the disturbing visual, now feeling faint and petrified. This is horrifyingly real, and the television has gone silent.

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20 years later, the population of the world has reduced by an overwhelming percentage. The day of the particles first showing up was ages ago, and lasted months. People starved inside of their homes, disappeared within the enigmatic clutch of this anomaly, or went mad. Only a sliver of humanity lives on, dazed and permanently shaken from the unexplained phenomenon that overtook their existence with no issue.

It left one day as sudden as it came, never showing up again. Now in this post-apocalyptic realm, you attempt to live on with an entirely changed outlook on the future. Will there be a future for long? Will humanity ever recover? Will this anomaly occur again?

You don't know if you'll ever gain the answers.


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[div class=num]2.[/div] This plot is in the post-apocalyptic category. Your characters will likely have many flaws and issues. I'm not against turning away characters that I think are unrealistic for the theme. On that same note, try to keep your character true to the setting in any way you can!

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[div class=num]7.[/div] By all means, stir up as much drama as you'd like. But keep it IC. Never OOC.


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n a m e - merlot badwinds

a g e - 29

g e n d e r - female

r o l e - the weathered

b i r t h d a t e - november 15

p. o. b. - antananarivo, madagascar

s e x u a l i t y - bisexual

m e d i c a l . i s s u e s - albinism [causing partial blindness, inability to experience prolonged direct exposure to sunlight] borderline personality disorder

e y e s - a glassy lavender hue with hints of rose beneath the influence of direct sunlight due to her albinism and partial blindness. her eyes are almond shaped, lids framed with pale lashes

h a i r - wispy, etheral white locks that hang just beneath the shoulder blades in loose waves. they're often styled in an intentionally lazy looking braid, bun, or the like

d i s t i n c t . f e a t u r e s - icy white skin, long pale eyelashes, slight unidentifiable accent

b o d y - merlot claims a slender and shapely body, muscles toned and strong looking. her back is littered with skin colored scars, her ghostly hide a pearl white sheen from head to toe. she stands at a towering 5"10, more than used to looking down at other women. weighing 145 lbs, it's fair to assume she keeps herself healthy enough to remain in shape.

s t y l e - merlot is a fan of practicality with her wardrobe, often adorned in wifebeater tanks, baggy cargo pants with a multitude of pockets, and oversized garbs atop it all. generally she'll include her primary pair of shoes, knee high grey waterproof boots. if she's feeling particularly post-apocolyptic, she'll tack on her leather gloves that look like hell. merlot is never seen without her arms, legs and neck wrapped in a layer of gauze to protect her alabaster skin from the sun.

i n v e n t o r y - she always carries a large roll of gauze, sewing needles and string, several knives of differing purposes, portable water purifier, tarp, and cordage. you know, the usual. what's unusual, however, is the battered rubik's cube she obsessively fondles. most importantly is the night vision gear she uses and abuses in the night due to the way that bright lights screw up her eyesight in the day time.


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p o s i t i v e . t r a i t s

unbreakable
- due to the hand dealt to merlot from day one of her life, sheโ€™s extensively aquainted with trialsome living. sheโ€™s had a lionโ€™s share worth of tribulation to mold the clay pot of her personality, all adversity now met with apathetic stoicism. with proper determination, she can be an unstoppable force.

adventurous - even through the thick of it all, merlot can't pretend she isn't still fascinated by the unknown. this makes her a sucker for excitement and exploration.

calculating - merlot adores the long game. she revels in being prepared for any and every situation, and any moment where sheโ€™s successfully outsmarted an opponent has the woman on a high like no other. there will seldom be a day that she isnโ€™t entirely certain how to go about handling a predicament.

adaptable - itโ€™s fairly difficult for the woman to get comfortable in her present living. how could you, after all? sheโ€™s always disposed to the possibility of a drastic paradigm shift, perpetually ready to bend accordingly. itโ€™s in her nature to hunt for the lifestyle of the unstable.

resourceful - considering her meticulous nature, very little goes unnoticed under the watchful eye of merlot. there will never be a day that she doesnโ€™t take what little she has and goes above and beyond the expectation with it. she prides herself on always making the most of what might be considered unfortunate prospects to others.

n e g a t i v e . t r a i t s

tactless
- as someone in her situation normally would be, merlot tends to lack tact in some areas that may matter socially. her bedside manner is tragic at best, and her interest on improving it is slim to none. a people person, she is not.

morbid - merlot can be unwholesomely gloomy about inappropriate things due to the numbness of her emotional state. often, this can make others remarkably uncomfortable to put it lightly.

erratic - the woman is more than known for abrupt and erratic alterations to her mood and behavior, leaving others sometimes uneasy about what to expect next. her borderline personality disorder is a massive factor in this trait, causing everything to feel three times as intense as it would be considered normally. she's not always reasonable.

confrontational - merlot despises sitting idle while her vulnerable underbelly is sliced open. she will always corner whomever attempts to back her against a wall first, aggressively defending herself at any cost. she does not enjoy feeling fooled, disrespected, or undermined.

s k i l l s

gifted swimmer, knife-thrower despite her rather poor eyesight, multi-lingual, exceptionally high pain tolerance, good liar, self-defense expert, wilderness survivalist, sleight of hand, sewing, medical knowledge

l i k e s + d i s l i k e s

sweet foods+ exploration of the wilderness+ mind games+ morbid discussion+ torturing+ hunting successfully+ hot air balloons+ koi fish+ brightly colored things+ pasta+ night time+ bourbon+ crafting and sewing+ debating+ solitude+ | the beach- grasshoppers- lightning- staying still for too long- being unsure- disrespect- excessive optimism- dancing- waiting- pears-

f e a r s

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[working on it, i swear]

r e l a t i o n s h i p s

anjamalala - closest thing to a sister - deceased


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The Mother To Be
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Name: Justina Yang
Age & Birthdate: June 27th (Age 26)
Ethnicity: Asian-American
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Face Claim: Jessica Jung

Height: 5' 4" (162 cm)
Weight: 145 lbs.
Body type: Slender, Athletic
Hair: Brown w/ Red & Blue Ombre
Eyes: Brown
Skin: Pale, but Fair and Mostly Clean

Distinguishing Features:
-Scar on her Left Elbow from falling off her bike
-Spade Tattoo near her Left Eye
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Wardrobe:
-Purple Floral Maternity Dress & Black Kimono
-Black Floral Robe (When Resting, will also be used for Labor & Delivery)
-Compression Socks
-Slippers

Positive Traits: +Easygoing, +Kind-Hearted, +Caring
Negative Traits: -Abrasive, -Cold, -Hot Tempered
Fears: Losing Her Baby, Cockroaches, Rats, Raccoons, Sharp Objects (Especially if they are near her stomach), Harm towards Children & Elderly
Ailments:
-Social Anxiety
-Pregnancy (Temporary} | Antenatal Depression (Could transition into Postpartum Depression post-Baby Blues)
-Damaged Vocal Cords (Can't Talk) - Has to Communicate through Sign Language
-Aichmophobic

Inventory:
-Mom's Wedding Ring
-Father's Wedding Ring
-Boyfriend's Cross Pendant
-Diary
-Crowbar
-Bowie Knife

Special skills:
-American Sign Language
-Korean Sign Language
-Archery
-Knife Throwing

Backstory: At the time of the world-changing disaster, Justina was only six-years-old, so she didn't remember too much from the initial disaster. But as she got older, life became completely different and she was robbed of the opportunity to live a normal life, from going to High School and working a nine-to-five job while taking care of her parents during their retirement days. No, instead Justina led a life of survival and fighting to live another day. Most of her childhood and teenage years were spent training in Archery and Knife Throwing. During the later part of her teenage years, she was watching her Mother and caring for her, while her aging Father would go out to scavenge and hunt for food and water before coming home to them. But one day, he never came back and while searching for him, all she found was his Crossbow in a pool of blood. Now taking up her Father's duties in addition to caring for her eventually ailing mother, Justina tried not to wonder off too far and only scavenged enough to cover their daily needs as she didn't wish to be away from her Mother for too long

Only a year later, her Mother passed away as well, leaving a twenty-six-year-old Justina alone, lost and confused. The only really normal thing she ended up with was having a boyfriend. There wasn't much for them too do now that the world was desolate and dangerous. But it was nice to have someone watching her back. Unfortunately, he never came back either, and while searching for him, only finding his cross pendant hanging from an abandoned car's side-view mirror. Alone again, she was able to start scavenging on her own, only getting enough for her to live day to day, not staying in one place for too long and becoming more of a nomad. Having gotten intimate one last time with her late lover, Justina wasn't feeling all that great and stumbled across a few unused pregnancy tests. Three of the ones she used...all came back positive.

As if surviving was hard enough, now Justina would have to worry about bringing a child into the new world. The thought of it was extremely terrifying, but there was no way for her to back out. Now she is in the final stages of pregnancy. Up next would be labor and delivery, but Justina didn't really feel ready to become a Mother. But she is left with little choice...
 
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[div class=tag]naming convention[/div] Was named 'Tomorrow' as a symbol of hope after her mother died shortly after she was born due to infection from the difficult birth.

[div class=tag]nicknames[/div] Morrow, Ro, Mo - considered derogatory

[div class=tag]age and birthdate[/div] 12, March 21st

[div class=tag]ethnicity[/div] White

[div class=tag]gender[/div] Female

[div class=tag]sexual orientation[/div] Questioning. Never really experienced traditional relationships.

[div class=tag]face claim[/div] Willow Shields (as Primrose Everdeen)

[div class=title]appearance[/div] [div class=tag]height[/div] 4ft 10 inches (146.8 cm)

[div class=tag]weight[/div] 84lbs (38.1kg)

[div class=tag]body type[/div] Skinny, boyish, athletic.

[div class=tag]Hair[/div] Dirty blond reaching her mid-back. Usually wears her hair in double braids for the feminine look (and to keep her hair long at all) and to keep it out of her face. Usually quite messy regardless.

[div class=tag]Eyes[/div] Grayish blue, appears more vibrant in bright, direct sunlight.

[div class=tag]Skin[/div] Pale skinned, but somewhat tanned from days on the move. Does bear numerous scars on her knees, hands and elbows from running and falling. Otherwise, her face is pretty flawless when it's not covered in grime.

[div class=tag]Distinguishing Features[/div] She's honestly really plain. Plain jane. Er, plain Tomorrow. But maybe that plainness is her distinguishing feature...
[div class=tag]Wardrobe[/div] Desperately tries to keep a feminine appearance, so almost always wears some sort of old fashioned dress over a pair of pants. Fancies thinking the old fashioned, vintage dresses (and slacks) are her style. Can and will tuck in her skirt in the waistband of her pants if she needs to run. Shoes are old white (very dirty and closer to brown) sneakers; been through hell and survived.
[/div] [/div] [div class="content content02"] [div class=scroll] [div class=title]persona[/div] [div class=tag]Positive Traits[/div] Morrow is cooperative, because she knows that she is young and alone and acting like a spoiled brat won't get her her next meal. The girl tries to be discreet with her words and actions and is often very apologetic if she feels she overstepped a boundary. Like her namesake, she aims to be optimistic at all times; "when you lose your faith, you lose yourself". She's also very thrifty with materials and food, having learned how to stretch supplies for as long as possible.

[div class=tag]Negative Traits[/div] She's a child and thus naive by default, and though she tries to put on a brave face to make up for it, shes honestly a coward. She's still learning how to live on her own, so she's rather ignorant about a lot of things. She's very materialistic, going to lengths to horde materials she feels she needs (like her vintage dresses). If that weren't enough, she is very sensitive and it's quite easy to make her upset. She will desperately try not to cry until she's alone, but it's all up to the situation. The girl is pretty timid, especially around extroverted, pushy men. But anyone pushy poses a threat to her, and she will go out of her way to avoid these types of people.

[div class=tag]Fears[/div] Morrow hates being yelled at. It's not so much she doesn't like being told what to do, it's simply that tone of voice is important if one is to get through to her. Screaming at her will cause your words to fall upon deaf ears. Like everyone else, she fears the situation starting all over again. Though she was hardly a thought when it first happened, she has seen and heard stories of the horrors the world endured; she doesn't want to experience it herself. She has seen people act incredibly crazy and controlling, murdering others for the sake of equipment or materials. She can understand the need and want to horde, but she also knows that those with less should get help. Having to defend herself physically; she's not confident with her fighting abilities, but the real issue is defending herself and hurting or killing the attacker in the process. She doesn't want to harm if she can absolutely help it. Talk first, swing later. Alcohol clouds the mind and hinders judgement, and she will always stare judgmentally at someone drinking for fun (and then look away quickly if she thinks she going to get caught).

[div class=tag]Ailments[/div] Some shred of PTSD due to her fathers alcoholism. Though her father never actually raised a hand to her, his yelling and verbal abuse is enough to cause her heart to race whenever she hears yelling. She broke her left arm (thankfully right-handed) when she was (six) 6-years-old, and because it wasn't set properly she has limited movement. There is some pain if she tries to push past the limitations of her arm movement. Due to this, she has some trouble putting on her backpack sometimes, so expect flinches.

[div class=tag]Some Important things to note[/div] Some shred of PTSD due to her fathers alcoholism. Though her father never actually raised a hand to her, his yelling and verbal abuse is enough to cause her heart to race whenever she hears yelling. She broke her left arm (thankfully right-handed) when she was (six) 6-years-old, and because it wasn't set properly she has limited movement. There is some pain if she tries to push past the limitations of her arm movement. Due to this, she has some trouble putting on her backpack sometimes, so expect flinches.
[/div] [/div] [div class="content content03"] [div class=scroll] [div class=title]inventory[/div] [div class=tag]School backpack[/div] Speaks for itself. Holds all her crap (most of it).

[div class=tag]Vintage Dresses[/div] As it was stated before, Morrow has about five different vintage dresses that she wears on occasion. These are rather prized possessions, as she strives to keep femininity alive in this strange world. Precious.

[div class=tag]Mom's Necklace[/div] A very simple silver chain necklace with a small heart pendant. Belonged to her mother. Precious.

[div class=tag]Canteen[/div] Supposedly it belonged to her great grandfather when he fought some war. Can hold one quart of water (or other liquid if needed).

[div class=tag]Mess kit[/div] Thanks again to great grandpa. Metal plate, bowl, cup, spork and knife. Rests in a

[div class=tag]Small first aid kit[/div] Hard case. Just has a few bandages,a few semi-dry packets of alcohol wipes and a half-used 1oz tube of bacitracin.

[div class=tag]Crank flashlight[/div] Old, and doesn't get very bright, but at least it doesn't need batteries.

[div class=tag]Blanket[/div] The blanket her mother made prior to her being born. It's actually quite large (queen size), and made completely from old tee-shirts (bands, stores, vacations etc) and plastic bag filling. She tries to keep it as clean as possible. Precious.

[div class=tag]Compass[/div] Another old and abused item, but at least this one was built well and still works.

[div class=tag]Peanut butter[/div] Yes, she loves this stuff and thanks the stars she isn't allergic. Can sometimes be seen with a spoon going to town.

[div class=tag]Foragers Handbook[/div] A very, very well used book full of plants and fungi that are safe to eat, and warnings of those that aren't.

[div class=tag]Childs Baseball bat[/div] Her only true weapon. Emergencies only, she doesn't like having to whip it out. She really doesn't. Wooden. Hung by a cord tied onto her backpack, tends to drag on the ground.

[div class=title]Special Skills[/div] [div class=tag]Small body[/div] She can go where adults can't. This makes her useful.

[div class=tag]Foraging[/div] Thanks to her Foraging Handbook, she's pretty good and finding plants and fungi that are edible. Having some wild garlic to flavor a meal could be a much needed morale boost.

[div class=title]Special Skills[/div] [div class=tag]Small body[/div] She can go where adults can't. This makes her useful.

[div class=tag]Foraging[/div] Thanks to her Foraging Handbook, she's pretty good and finding plants and fungi that are edible. Having some wild garlic to flavor a meal could be a much needed morale boost.
[/div] [/div] [div class="content content04"] [div class=scroll] [div class=title]backstory[/div] [div class=tag][/div] โ†’ Born almost a decade after the initial event, so only knows stories of the life before.

โ†’ Mother died due to complications with the birth and subsequent infection. Was named 'Tomorrow' as a symbol of hope for the future by her mother, though her father thinks it's silly and calls her Ro instead.

โ†’ Was brought up in a rather militaristic fashion. Never knew coddling and hardly spoiled. Kind of shies away from physical touch because of it.

โ†’ Was brought up to believe that the 'Event', as her father chose to call it, was that the earth was trying to right the wrongs of humanity. He wasn't a religious man, nor was he someone who believed to heavily in the governments scientific nonsense, so a sort of 'natural' disaster seemed the most obvious route and went with that.

โ†’ Moved around a lot, trying to find any rumored safe houses.

โ†’ Usually they ended up finding hostile 'Voiders', so they adopted a more nomadic lifestyle. Sheltered from most other humans because her father wants to protect her.

โ†’ Regardless of that fact, is still taught proper manners even though the current situation doesn't really call for things like proper cutlery placement.

โ†’ A couple of months after her 12th birthday, they were assaulted by a group of male Voiders. She was forced to run with all her belongings while her father fought them off. She went to the rendezvous point (a certain building in the town they were essentially squatting in), but he never showed up.

โ†’ Voiders lingered in the town, those she didn't recognize from the fight with her father, and decided that her father was probably killed protecting her and she needed to move on. <Insert lots of crying.>

โ†’ Currently just trying to survive on her own, avoiding other people (even if they aren't voiders) at all costs. [div class=title]Relationships[/div] [div class=tag]Mother - Faith Page[/div] Deceased, never got to know her.

[div class=tag]Father - Conrad Page[/div] Assumed deceased, militaristic in nature and an angry alcoholic. Loved his daughter dearly but found it hard to actually connect and nurture her. Strict and disciplined, he ran a tight ship. Both loved and feared by his daughter. Missed terribly.

[div class=tag]Great Grandfather- Daniel Page[/div] Deceased, never got to know him. The keystone of the family's military history. Also supposedly regularly nursed liquor to conquer his PTSD.
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THE CARETAKER

Name:

Edillio Mieras

Age and birthdate:
31
July 14th

Ethnicity:
Hispanic

Gender:
Male

Sexual orientation:
Bisexual

Face claim (realistic only):
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FC - Diego Luna

Height:
6'1"

Weight:
174lbs

Body type:
Slimly built, with sleek, lean muscle across his shoulders and chest.

Hair:
A wavy mop of chin-length brown hair, usually left to hang.

Eyes:
Deep, chocolaty brown eyes that twinkle when he smiles.

Skin:
A deep olive tone, fairly unblemished apart from the odd scar from his childhood.

Distinguishing features:
N/A

Wardrobe:
Edillio usually wears some form of button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, paired with hardy jeans and worn boots. When he's working, he uses a patchwork apron, and sanitary equipment like gloves, and a surgical mask.

Positive traits (3+):
-Calm under pressure, Edillio methodically works through problems presented to him.
-Good sense of humour, Edillio is always one to crack a joke, or have a good laugh.
-Resourceful, Edillio makes the best of what he has, and can find a use for most things.

Negative traits (3+):
-Distrustful, Edillio can have a hard time trusting some people who he believes have bad intentions, and he has an even harder time building that trust.
-Insubordinate, Edillio usually acts according to his own morals and ethics, and will often ignore what others have told him in favour of what he thinks is correct.
-Blunt, Edillio doesn't like to beat around the bush, and will usually be quite blunt about his opinion- a bluntness that can often rub people the wrong way.

Fears:
Being helpless, and unable to act.

Ailments (mental and/or physical):
None.

Inventory:
-A small sling filled with medical supplies over his shoulder
-A weathered classical guitar, with a few dints and ageing strings

Special skills:
-Extensive medical knowledge and skills
-Competent cook
-Moderate skilled musician

Backstory:
Edillio was quite young when the anomaly happened. His family were immigrants, and lived almost wholly secluded from their neighbours, and community. Edillio's mother was forced to work as a housekeeper, and his father had returned to medical school, trying to regain his license in their new country. It wasn't easy, but they were happy. His life -like the majority of lives- was changed forever when he was roughly 10 year old. He came home from school one day, to find his mother lying beaten and bloody in the living room. She was rambling about 'clouds of death' swallowing up people as she returned from her job. She had been hit by a car in her panicked attempts to escape- and since emergency lines were overwhelmed- had been forced to stumble home with a severe concussion and broken arm.

Edillio's mother died a few days later through complications with her head trauma- complications that his father wasn't prepared to handle with the supplies they had in their home. They buried her in the back yard, and started their new life inside. While the anomaly raged outside, Edillio's father began to share with him his vast medical knowledge, ensuring that his son would never have to stand by and watch while someone he cared about died infront of his eyes again. His father succumbed to natural causes a few years later, leaving Edillio with his meagre supplies, and an enormous amount of medical experience.​
 
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THE ARMORY (WIP)
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Name: Timothy "Tom" Reynolds
Age and birthdate: 12/25 (32)
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Sexual orientation: Heterosexual
Face claim (realistic only): Oliver Jackson-Cohen

Height: 6'4"
Weight: 210 lbs.
Body type: Muscular
Hair: Sandy brown, just as untidy
Eyes: Grey-green
Skin: n/a, no tattoos or piercings


Distinguishing features: Thick broody eyebrows, intimidating height, but a precious smile (on the rare chance of seeing it)
Wardrobe: Usually dressed down, ready to survive in the wilderness whenever. Monochromatic colours, but not attentive to matching whatsoever. He just happens to keep a wardrobe of dark, more muted colours. He always keeps a backpack and running/hiking boots (on his person or with him wherever he goes).


Positive traits (3+): Pragmatic, Attentive, Loyal
Negative traits (3+): Emotional, Dogmatic, Paranoid
Fears: As silly as it is, death still scares him. Not the end result, but the suffering prior; as well as the prospect of truly losing everything that he holds dearly.
Ailments (mental and/or physical): A slight limp to his left leg, and his knee on that side stiffens in the cold. He also is a bit... gone, mentally, and is very paranoid and a shy obsessive compulsive.


Inventory: (1) Shotgun,
Special skills: Good with guns (long-range or short-range) and a bit of a McGyver for crafting and defeating functional fixedness

Backstory:
Born a Christmas baby, Drew had never asked for much in his life. As much as his family loved him, he was the youngest child in a family of 6 and more often than not swept under the rug. Nonetheless, he persisted to make his own place in the world and carve his own way in life. He grew up studious, with dreams of becoming a cop-- just like his dad. Things were halted by the end of the world itself. Locked inside with eight people would have driven the regular person mad, as young as they were, but Drew managed to maintain some sanity. He was young, but he was smart. His siblings, as resourceful as they tried to be, were less than that. Their numbers dwindled, with a few of his elder siblings heading out almost immediately after the 'snow' appeared. Suffice to say they never came back, and Drew's parents never recovered from the spectacular loss. It was only then that the gravity of the situation truly hit the family.

How they survived he didn't know, but he attributed most of it to his Dad's brilliance. An ex-ranger for the state police, his father kept the kids locked up in the basement for their safety. He trained them rigorously, driven mad by the cabin fever. He wasn't unreasonable, but the paranoia he had was seen as intelligence in a time like this. His mother tried to be the beacon of warmth in the family, but she herself grew worried about the circumstances. Three years into it and she took her life.
 
The Good-natured.

Name:
Shmuel Dov Daskal

Age:
June 22nd, (27)

Ethnicity:
  • Mother's side of the family is Sephardic (Spanish) Jewish.
  • Father's side is Mizrahi (Middle Eastern and North African) Jewish.
Gender:
Male

Sexual orientation:
Gay

Face claim: (heโ€™s a mix of a young Hugh Grant and River Phoenix)

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Appearance: (more accurate description of how he looks in detail)
  • He has a heart-shaped face, with a sharp jaw-line, and a prominent chin.
  • He stands at 5โ€™10 inches, and weighs 170-185 lbs. His weight completely depends on what exactly he ate that day and how much- considering he indeed likes to eat.
  • His body shape is mostly slim, appearing slightly built, with wide shoulders, and slender but lightly calloused and scarred hands and feet.
  • His skin tone is an olive, bronzed, and warm color, with only a few freckles. He's prone to getting freckles when he's out in the sun, so he works very hard to make sure of skin is kept in it's best condition, taking skincare seriously.
  • He has warm brunette hair that appears almost reddish in the light that is exceptionally thick with tousled tight waves. He has a very hard time managing to brush through his hair, so he often just leaves it unkempt and mismanaged. He stopped caring for it, giving up, and only really messes with it if he absolutely has too. His eyebrows are equally as thick, but are shaped and well taken care of compared to his bushy head of hair.
  • His eyes are coffee-colored, almond shaped, and deep set, with long upturned auburn eyelashes. He often wears a pair of tortoise colored, round framed glasses in private when not often around company.
  • He has a regal, greek-looking, and defined nose. He has had the most sun damage on his nose, showing a vague blushed discoloration.
  • He has full, naturally upturned, long fox-like lips.

Wardrobe:
  • He has a very distinct and unconnected sense of style and wardrobe all depending on what he is doing and the kind of people he is interacting with, all being dependent on the matter at hand. If not in a specific dress code for what he is doing at the time, he is always seen in a roughed up, light washed jean jacket. Regardless of what he is wearing underneath, it will always be topped off with that jean jacket. Shmuel often deals with a severe case of bed-head (his hair naturally is a bush) he ties his hair in a ponytail on the top of his head, or just throws a bandana tied around the front and back of his head. He also frequently wears a pair of leather dark brown chelsea boots, or a pair of dark green hiking boots. He carries a worn out and used dark brown leather satchel over his hip. The leather satchel also has little trinkets from places he has been around the world hanging on the loop inside the strap. He's very prone to getting freckles, so he is frequently seen wearing an old looking bucket hat to avoid getting anymore freckles, which looks very dorky.

Positive traits:
  • Shmuel would be described as outgoing, hearty, determined, stubborn, empathetic, immensely emotional, and intelligent.
  • He is sociable and needs human interaction, attention, and to feel listened to too. Shmuel is what you would consider a stereotypical extrovert, always willing to get to know and understand people better- with the exception of needing to be completely alone to concentrate.
  • He has a photogenic memory, and a sensitive point of view- he can take things seriously when the time calls for it.
  • He is extremely empathetic, and is a main factor in what drives him to get to the bottom of things. His compassion and sympathy for others becomes overwhelming for him- and is definitely known as a cry baby.
  • He isnโ€™t shy of being persistent and voluble.
  • When in a rational state of mind, he is exceptionally bright, clever, and quick-witted. He is an astonishing and deeply layered type of person, and is known for how well thought, detailed, and circumstantial he is.

Negative traits:
  • He will not give up on whatever he has set his mind to, even if it comes with a cost, willingly putting himself in danger if it means getting what he wants.
  • He doesnโ€™t let go or forget anything- like the actions someone did or said.
  • His stubbornness is a fault of his, but can also be a good thing depending on the situation at hand.
  • Shmuel is easy to set off because of his rapport, and will have bouts of anger due to it. He struggles with not being able to help everyone, and it weighs heavily on him- making him feel helpless.
  • He is somewhat unstable, reacting on impulse instead rationalizing a situation before going into it. Shmuel can be dramatic, not being one to hold back his emotions or how he feels about something.
  • He has an extremely hard time controlling his laughter when heโ€™s nervous, upset, or even scared.

Fears:
  • He lives in fear of the dreaded โ€œsilent treatment.โ€
  • He hates the feeling of having to run for his life, or just running in general.
  • Shmuel is very emetophobic, and reacts terribly to himself or anyone else throwing up, or even something small things like gagging.

Ailments:
  • He struggles with a few psychiatric illnesses, but manages to keep himself together as best as he possibly can regardless.
  • He is extremely dyslexic. He reads really slowly. (He reads in the type of way that is really frustrating, but you feel so bad for wanting to make him stop because you can tell he never gets the chance to read to anyone already.)

Inventory:
  • He has two handed-down switch blades.
  • He makes a lot of weapons out of wood with actual weapons. Shmuel has made many wooden knives with an actual knife, which happen to be very sharp.
  • He just has a ton of interesting objects he makes out of wood.
  • He collects the shells of cicadas for really no reason at all beside just for the sake of momentos, or to keep himself busy.
  • He has a couple very used things of chapstick, and packets of gum heโ€™s found while looting around for supplies.

Special skills:
  • Shmuel is a expert at hand to hand combat, also known as Krav Maga, after decades of training from childhood.
  • Heโ€™s speciality is rope tying and hunting, all of this being learned from his experience scouting growing up.
  • As a scout is also skifull at making items out of anything he can find, especially when it comes to needing shelter, weapons, food, etc. He can easily set up camp, knowing how to quickly start fires.

Backstory:
  • Shmuel was born in Coimbra, Portugal on June 22.
  • He has an older brother, who is 6 years older than him.
  • His mother is Sephardic Jewish (Moroccan and Portuguese), while his father is a Mizrahi Jewish (Middle Eastern and North African).
  • His father worked for the IDF (Israeli Defense Force), living in Israel before meeting his mother.
  • His mother was was working in a kibbutz when she met his father, a year later they moved to his mother's home country together in Portugal.
  • Shmuel spent his childhood growing up in Portugal with his small family, while his father frequently would go back and forth between Portugal and Israel.
  • His father was discharged from the IDF, and brought back to Portugal after succumbing to a psychotic break.
  • Only a few months later of his father being home, he took his own life in the basement of their home, leaving his family behind. Shmuel was 19.
  • Soon after his fatherโ€™s death, Shmuel left for Paris, in the Jewish Quarter (Le Marais)- where his grandparents (on his fatherโ€™s parents) were living at that time.
  • While living in Paris, Shmuel worked two jobs, a journalist for a newspaper, and as a waiter at a small french cafe.
  • After 3 years of living with his grandparents- he was reluctantly forced, not wanting to leave his grandparents behind by a small boat with his child cousins (all between the ages of 1-8) trusting Shmuel to take care of them as the anomaly began around the world in a attempt to get them to safety.
  • Upon arrival, he managed to get the children to the safe houses- only given very shotty directions and a damp map his other family members who were hiding out there. Once he got the children to safety, he decided to go out on his own to see for himself what exactly was happening around him.
 
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The Antagonist

Name: Kailey Honolu.
Age: 27.
D.O.B.: 21st May.
Ethnicity: Native Hawaiian.
Gender: Female.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual.
Face Claim: Michelle Vawer.

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Height: 172cm.
Weight: 64kg.
Body Type: Hourglass figure which she maintained by working out at home, having gained some muscle all-round.
Hair: Brown hair with natural waves in it, the length would be around her shoulders. If longer, she would do this with extensions.
Eyes: They have an olive green color.
Skin: Having a nice tan due to having lived in Hawaii from a young age. Does have scars [barely visible] on her legs as she used to run hurdles.

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Distinguishing Features: Her almond shaped eyes.
Wardrobe: She has a fondness of fashion and therefore lives up to the expectation of dressing nicely. She has a preference of lighter colored clothes. Some examples: x x x

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Positive Traits:
+ Charismatic
+ Great talker
+ Studious
+ Good listener
Negative Traits:
- Loves chaos
- Manipulative
- Coldhearted
- Considers humans worthless
Fears: Not being able to die a worthy death.
Ailments: Apathetic.

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Inventory:
> Backpack
> Gun (used to be from her father who was overprotective and a police agent)
> Pocket knife
> Water bottle
> Sunglasses
> Bandage
> Alcohol (specifically whiskey)
Special Skills:
> Firearms
> Karate
> Baking
> Manipulation
> Telling lies

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Backstory: Her father was a karate master who had won the Olympics three times in his life. He was greatly admired by his supporters and even those who didnโ€™t still had to admit that he had great skill. Kailey was trained in this art from a young age (about 5 years old). They lived quite the good life in the mediaโ€™s eyes, thinking they were all smiles and rainbows. The opposite was true. Her father was strict, barely allowing her any freedom and even if she did her best, it was never enough. Her father wasnโ€™t the angel as he was also dealing with the people from the underworld, doing some dirty jobs on the side. He thought Kailey would never notice but it was only a matter of time. It didnโ€™t make it better that he had been a cop in the past. One who went corrupt. Her vision only darkened with time and when the time of anomality hit, her father went almost nuts. He trained her in firearms in his specially build space which he did as a hobby. It was pretty spectacularly build, she had to admit at least that. The fake people however still called with their empty compliments. Trying to stay on her fatherโ€™s good side just because he was some kind of celebrity. โ€œIf they would just dieโ€ฆโ€ Was something she thought multiple times. She didnโ€™t want to hear their pretend voices nor the father who was slowly starting to lose it. Eventually her father couldnโ€™t take it anymore and said some sweet lies to her while he just wanted to go to one of his girlfriends to get laid. He got into the car and disappeared. Leaving Kailey all by herself in this hellhole. He never came back. Probably having died by the flakes as she called it. She felt peaceful, like she received a freedom she never had before. Perhaps this wasnโ€™t so bad. Maybe she could change things once this would end. Not that much later, the anomality stopped, making this world her new playing ground.
 
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