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BASICS

Name: Ignacio Cabrera
Nickname:
pit fighting title - La Boa Constrictor
diminutive of his name - Nacho
Age: 34
Gender: male
Community and role: Right Hand Man of the leader of Samaritans

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Hair: very dark, close cut on the sides and back, longer in the center and front
Skin: tan olive
Eyes: hazel brown
Build: 6'3, athletic, more lean than thickset, might be stronger than he looks
Distinguishing features:
- there's a simple, weathered snake skull tattoo with the nickname of his military unit below the nape of his neck, and a fresh, higher quality but unfinished tattoo on his left pec of a helicopter with a heart-shaped graffiti covered in bullet holes
- various scars

PERSONALITY

Cabrera is one of the "Lieutenants". The playful if not a little predatory Alpha who will offer a friendly smile or a hand even to those from the bottom of the reputation ladder. But he might beat you up despite the rank for disrespect or disobedience all the same.

He's the Leader's favorite underdog and whenever the man is around, Ignacio tends to become more serious and cruel, as if he's admiring the ruthless man in charge and seeking his continuous approval.

He's pretty casual about it but sometimes offensive when other men in charge show distrust towards his actions just because he's not part of the original crew.

He is: friendly, competitive, intimidating, dedicated, authoritative, capable, diplomatic, fun.

HISTORY

Cabrera doesn't talk about his past. All that is known about his pre-outbreak life is that at some point he was a military man. Rumors have it he was dishonourably discharged but that's unconfirmed.

His first encounter with the Samaritans wasn't pretty. Apparently, he was living on a death wish and attacked a patrol. He managed to rough up a couple of the Samaritan enforcers before getting subdued. The patrol leader - and at the time the fighting champion - brought him to the base to show off by defeating him in a cage. It wasn't a life/death fight but Cabrera apparently didn't understand that. Before enforcers intervened he already crushed the opponent's windpipe and strangled him.

After that Cabrera was sentenced to the pit, to fight for his life against two enforcers - who he also defeated. The last one again by a chokehold, which earned him the title La Boa Constrictor. This was the first time anyone won a pit fight against enforcers, which roused the crowds and prompted the Leader to visit Cabrera's solitary cell. For reasons known only to the two men, he spared his life. Left him to cage-fight for community's entertainment but kept visiting, regularly sending the priest to him as well. Eventually the Leader took him into their ranks, recognizing Ignacio's talents. One of them being an interesting symbiosis between his humility and arrogance. Cabrera skipped positions fast, eventually becoming what could be considered the Leader's right hand man.

Whenever something important had to be done, especially away from their base, the Leader sent Cabrera, knowing the man wouldn't fail him.

MISCELLANEOUS

Relationship and family: no known family, single, might be especially fond of one of the hookers because sometimes he spends whole evenings in the whorehouse

Inventory:
- just like most Samaritans he walks around strapped and whenever outside of the base he tends to wear a Kevlar vest over dark t-shirt
- often also a baseball cap turned backwards and military sunglasses

Other Information:
- likes sweet&salty snacks, baby animals, healthy rivalry, simple people, fast vehicles, and giving hugs
- dislikes losing control over situation and not getting what he wants
- seems skilled with most basic weapons and hand-to-hand
- despite sometimes vulgar and predatory behavior towards any gender he appears to be straight, but some of the seasoned ex-convicts can tell that's not the case
- is at odds with Second in Command who still doesn't trust him
- he's a good cook, his Mom taught him well



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F I R S T L I G H T
character sheet

BASICS
Name: Alante Woods
Nickname: Coach
Age: 34 Years Old
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Nationality: American

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Standing at 6’2 and weighing a nickel over 200lbs, Alante is a pretty large force. He is muscular and very explosive from years of playing professional football and continues to maintain his physique even after leaving the NFL. He has a clean cut, fade on the sides and a growing fro at the top and his beard is styled nicely - concerned about representation. He can be seen repping dark shirts, overcoats and boots with jeans.

PERSONALITY
Alante has a very strong sense of morality, a clear vision of right and wrong - a trait instilled in him by his preacher father. Just like his father, he is not afraid to stand up for his beliefs, coming off as very heroic and maybe even foolish at times. However, he is very kind and understanding when speaking to people who are hurting, an empathetic man trying to make a difference. Having daily encounters with young adults has taught him a fun side as well, able to enjoy the company of people he likes to be around. In the apocalypse, is is very thoughtful and calculating, smooth with hair words and actions.

HISTORY
What's their role and reputation within their community?
Alante is a part of the Northview Council. His voice has a large impact in the daily decisions made for the better of the community. He has been there from the beginning and continues to strive to keep his people safe. He trusts Xander and the decisions he has made for Northview, but can see himself in that position if he were to step down. He is known as the big brother of the community and does not hide from the responsibility.

How did they become a member of the community?
Alante is one of the school’s football coaches and doubles as a history teacher. He’s been a part of the community since the beginning.

Who were they before the outbreak and what were their plans for the future?
As the high school’s football coach, Alante was an advocate for youth sports. He was using his platform at the school to bring a sense of brotherhood and teach life lessons to underprivileged kids. With a black majority on the football field, Alante (being an ex NFL player) wanted to display hope for his players. Showing them that by working hard they could achieve their dreams. He had high hopes for the school to win the championship and get some of his players scholarships to college, but the end of the world screwed up those plans. Now he does everything in his power to listen to the people, keep them safe and build a better future for them all.
 
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Weston Samuel Jones, Jr.​

BASICS
Full Name: Weston Samuel Jones, Jr.
Nickname: Weston, Apalachee
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual, male-leaning
Affiliation: Samaritans
Role: Second in Command
Pre-Apocalypse Employment: Part-time construction worker, part-time thug
Birthplace: West Virginia


APPEARANCE & STYLE
Face Claim: Josh Mario John

Details: 6’4”, blue eyes, blonde hair

Description: Tall and fit, Weston’s multitude of tattoos combined with his resting frown face does little to make him seem less intimidating at first glance. He’s not as muscular as he once was, with proper nutrition hard to come by, but it's clear he’s used to hard physical work on a daily basis. His voice is gruff and deep, and his accent very noticeable. Despite the current full-blown thrashing of human society, he does his best to keep up his signature hairstyle: shaved short on one side, while long on the other. He keeps his beard full and long, doing his best to make it not look entirely unkempt.

Clothes: Weston prefers sturdy denim jeans, dark colored t-shirts, and tall leather motorcycle boots. He almost always has a worn leather biker jacket on, unless it's absolutely sweltering-hot. Judging by the worn state of that jacket, he’s had it since before the outbreak. In chilly weather he’ll don a simple knit beanie. He's relieved that after the outbreak and the chaos at LSCC he was able to get something to wear other than his prison uniform, including his old jacket - it was definitely not flattering to someone as vain as he is.

Notable Details: Tattoos, which include full sleeves and some on his chest and stomach, include Norse imagery, Christian themes, and various flowers, stars, skulls, and biker themes to fill space. It's a motley mix of all kinds of images. They’re all professionally done and obtained prior to shit hitting the fan. He has no obvious scars.


PERSONALITY
Focused when under pressure and used to working in physically taxing environments that demand precision while in a rush, Weston keeps his eye on the goal without freezing up or panicking. He flourishes under pressure, especially when the adrenaline is rushing. He probably would have done well in the armed forces if it weren’t for his criminal background, antigovernment stances, and problems with authority figures in general. His lack of formal education held him back in life pre-apocalypse, but nowadays his street-smarts and experience work in his favor.

Having grown up in a toxic, abusive, and crime-laden environment, Weston is not the most well-rounded or gentle person. He can be brash, foul-mouthed, and angry on a bad day. His anger is not the explosive kind, but the kind that is always simmering just under the surface, ready to be unleashed only when needed. Nowdays he prefers to talk his way out of a bad situation and is quick to toss someone a smile or laugh if it will diffuse a situation, but he's always prepared to throw a punch if needed.

He finds it hard to open up to people, and there is very little about his past he wants to talk about. As hard as it is for him to open up to people, Weston has a deep-seated need to feel like he belongs somewhere and is needed. He’ll lash out if he doesn’t feel like he has a place and purpose, and will do anything necessary to protect what’s his.

Likes: Adrenaline rushes, high speeds, open roads, thunderstorms, sunsets, dark ale, action movies, spicy food, the colors red and orange.

Dislikes: Being disrespected, small enclosed spaces, being stuck inside for long periods of time, reading anything longer than a page or two, boring repetitive tasks, lizards.

Motivations: Surviving as long as possible, power, safety, gaining respect.

Fears: Becoming an outcast, dying alone, hell being real, relapsing and using drugs again.

Habits: Drinking, smoking, sleeping around - all things which are hard to come by these days. He’s off harder drugs now. Withdrawal was a bitch and he hopes to never have to go through that again.


HISTORY
Growing up in an impoverished neighborhood whose members were as likely to run off into the Appalachian mountains and disappear as they were to be sucked into violence and religious fundamentalism, Weston’s life was off to a rocky start from the get-go. Too outgoing to be drawn to a life of semi-solitude in the mountains, Weston instead found himself entangled in the local biker club. Compared to the local fundamentalists who spoke of nothing else but the end of the world and the punishment of all (or the “fundies”, as he calls them) the club seemed like a vast improvement. Besides, the club had booze, drugs, parties, and people to keep his bed warm at night.

Unfortunately, as time went on Weston got a little too embroiled in club affairs. Lured in by the promise of money and power, the club started dealing drugs and running weapons across the state. This put them at direct odds with other gangs, especially some serious gangs across state lines in Ohio who were losing ground in the arms trade and being pushed out of West Virginia.

One of the highest-ranking members of the club and proven to be capable, Weston was put in charge of a “run”, where they’d be transporting guns and drugs across state lines. They intended to meet up with their buyers, the Aryan Brotherhood, but were instead ambushed by the Latin Kings on an empty country highway. Fortunately their ambushers had underestimated their numbers and preparedness, though Weston’s group still lost a member - his best friend. Weston interrogated and beat one the surviving Kings for information before killing him. The club left the bodies of their ambushers dumped into a deep ditch to rot.

The weight of what had happened didn’t catch up with Weston until a few weeks later. Unbeknownst to Weston, his younger sister, who had moved a few towns away, had been having a secret relationship with a member of the Latin Kings. They were engaged and she was pregnant, but she hadn’t told anyone yet. Their bodies had been discovered and identified, next of kin notified, and word had gotten back to his sister. When Weston brought his sister to the funeral, he had a shocking revelation: her fiancé was the very man that Weston interrogated and killed.

Nobody at the funeral recognized him or knew what he had done, but the police certainly did, and cops caught up with him a day later. Weston, along with several others, were convicted of murder. Luckily for Weston the murder happened on the West Virginia side of the border - because he wasn’t tried in federal court, he was not at risk for the death penalty. Unfortunately, Weston received a life imprisonment sentence. Due to overcrowding in local prisons and the severity of his sentence, he was ultimately sent to Lincoln State Correctional Center in Ohio. Weston was not at LSCC for long before the outbreak - just long enough to pick up the nickname "Apalachee" among some prisoners, due to the way he stood out because of his accent. Some inmates and staff thought he was an idiot because of the way he spoke, but that only worked against them in the long run.


JOINING THE SAMARITANS
As a new inmate at LSCC, Weston initially hung back to observe the internal power struggles. Weston had gotten along decently well with the corrections staff so far - he kept his nose out of trouble, followed orders, and was polite. That was far better than a lot of the other inmates. Some of the officers were secretly somewhat thankful his crew had killed a few gangbangers and saw Weston’s club as the lesser of two evils, even if objectively illegal in conduct.

When the Warden started hoarding supplies, leaving the inmates with less and less food each day and pushing the prison further into chaos, it became clear that Weston needed to pick a side for his own survival. He threw his support in with the Samaritans and used his status as someone “not to be concerned about” to get them close to the Warden and help the Samaritans take him out.

Intelligent and effective at maintaining some semblance of order and control under the new leader, Weston quickly rose through the ranks until becoming King’s second in command. Since Weston was not one of the “early adopters” who were behind King from the start, many people at LSCC trust Weston not to blindly follow King out of personal greed. They look to Weston to voice their opinions and concerns to a leader who may otherwise ignore them or not consider them when making decisions. Since Weston had also not been at LSCC long, he hadn’t had time to develop any close ties or alliances with other prisoners. While not intending to end up in that kind of position, Weston knows that he can be instrumental in keeping the peace between groups as he walks the thin line between insider and outsider at the prison.


RELATIONSHIPS
Sister: Presumed killed in the outbreak, along with her unborn child, but unverified.

Dave: Military vet, best friend, and secret lover. Killed by violent looters shortly after the outbreak. His death left a very large hole in Weston's heart.

Lila: Daughter of his old biker gang's leader. She just might have saved him back in the early days. Last he saw, she ran off into the woods. He has no idea if she's still alive and worries about her well-being. He's not sure what would be a worse fate - dead and roaming the woods, or alive at the hands of scumbags.

Samaritan's Right-Hand-Man: Weston doesn't really trust Cabrera. It doesn't make much sense to Weston why some punk who attack their patrol and killed an enforcer in a cage fight should be promoted to such a key role - let alone left alive. It doesn't help that Cabrera is ex-military; Weston's heard enough stories to instinctively bristle at those types.
 
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BASICS

Name: Diamond Rose Rawlings
Nickname: Dutchess
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Casual Sexual Partner of Wesley Emmett

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Dutchess is quite tall standing at 5'9". She's always been tall and thin, bordering on lanky as a young girl and teen but as an adult, she grew into her height appearing rather model-esque. She has a series of tattoos over her body, covering both arms, neck, chest back, and both legs, including a spider-web her eyebrow, and temple.

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PERSONALITY

Dutchess has always been direct and never one to hold back; she doesn't have any pittance or remorse for hurting other people's feelings and in turn, is rarely offended by anyone insulting her. She has spent many a year being mentally and physically abused by those who were supposed to love her and she no longer craves or cares for others' opinions of her.

HISTORY


Born to Tom and Darling Rawlings, Diamond Rose was an only child to parents who did not want children. Much of her young years were filled with neglect and loneliness; her father part of a gang that occupied much of his time and her mother a prostitute that didn’t feel the need to bring her daughter along. She spent much of her toddler years under the care of her neighbors or other prostitutes who took a shinning to her.

At the age of five Diamond’s mother killed herself in their bachelor apartment after having the decency of leaving her with the neighbor. For unknown reasons, even to Dutchess now, her father claimed custody of her and moved her out of the small apartment to live at his gang's compound. She spent her formative years among gang bangers, drug dealers, thieves, and prostitutes.

At ten years old she ran away from her abusive father and the rest of the gang, finding it far more peaceful living on the streets and utilizing the skills she learned amongst the gangsters to survive. She became an excellent thief and managed to keep herself out of trouble with the law - that being said, while she had never been caught she was certainly well-known to them.

In her teens, she fell in with Leyland Eagles - selling stolen jewelry and drugs to them and for them. They quickly determined her use and started bringing her to events, instructing her on what to nab and from, and who to spy on and this led to her being noticed by the Treasurer of the club. She was soon elevated from hang-around to his old lady and on her nineteenth birthday, she was legally married to her old man.

She quickly earned her name Dutchess, an irony of her rank and of her less-than-royal presence. Dutchess a ruthless counterpart to her Old Man, as the highest ranked female in the club, for a time, kept the other women, hang-arounds, and hookers in line and respectful of the boys. She was integral to plenty of gang events and plotting.

Two years ago she was caught out during a drug bust and arrested with a sizable amount of various drugs in the gang's production site. Being the good wife that she was, she didn’t roll over on her gang or its members and took the heat for it all. She and several of the other women running the facility were sentenced to Lincoln State Correctional Center.

At the start of the end, she was released from her cell into the facility and further if she wanted but in the time she had spent behind bars she never once heard from anyone from the Leyland Eagles MC much less her husband. She had a decision to make: leave or stay?

Two years into her sentence the world fell apart; fell in with the Samaritans - made no attempts to find her husband or the MC. The first few days within the prison were utter chaos - constant infighting between gangs and guards alike. She was more than capable of defending herself and she kept her head low until things started to settle out a new power took command and she knew she quickly needed to establish herself a place, preferably near the top.

NOTABLE MOMENTS


Earning her Position
X In an effort to make her skills known by the new powers that be, Dutchess spent the better part of two weeks lifting valuable items from several former gangs and keeping them stashed away. As the new hierarchy was balanced precariously she knew it was a risk but one she needed to make. She presented herself and her stolen goods to the leader, offering her services as a scavenger. “If I can pilfer this from just inside these walls, imagine what I can bring back for you.”

Sending a Message Trigger Warning - SA
X In the early days of her new role Dutchess returned from a scavenging trip she was followed into her cell by one of the male inmates. He had pursued her several times before and she’d denied him (and everyone else who had as well.) It seemed that he had finally had enough of her denial and raped her. Dutchess knew better than to fight - he could easily kill her. As he was finishing up and readying to leave Dutchess slipped the blade from beneath her pillow and in a single swift movement she cut his dick off.

The man screamed for help, crawling from her cell trying to stifle the blood as it gushed from his former manhood. Dutchess stood in the doorway of her cell, stark naked save for his blood, and watched as life slowly drained from his body. No one made a move to save him, the new leader had made it clear rape was off the tables, and when he was dead and gone someone - Dutchess didn’t know who - dragged his corpse away and cleaned up the blood.

Expanding her Rank
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Dutchess had long been the Samaritans lead scavenger, directing and controlling the scavengers below her rank on where to go and what to bring back. She had naturally reviewed and selected the best of what her scavengers brought in and brought the cream of the crop to King and his Lieutenants. Within the ranks of Club, she had excelled at identifying places that were unused and vacant of people. This somehow had transferred into the new world where she could quickly ascertain whether or not people had already scavenged the area. This led to her reporting back to the hierarchy of traffic and a new task: Find where the other survivors called home.

She'd infiltrated the Ranch with her pseudo brother, North, and quickly fell into conning the residents into trusting her, once they were lulled the remainder of the Samaritans arrived and the siblings help subdue the people from within. For their first foray into human trafficking, it had gone surprisingly well with minimal loss of life, on the ranch side, and none on their own.

Thus started Dutchess's new life within the Samaritans: find civilians and infiltrate.
 
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Name:
Mackenzie Myers
Age:
38
Gender:
Male
Former Occupation:
US Navy Hospital Corpsman
Former Rank:
Petty Officer 3rd Class

Role within The Highschool:
Impromptu Doctor

Physical description:
Mackenzie has traces of a muscular body, but three months of nursing his injuries and malnutrition has weakened him substantially. His skin is paler than usual, his joints vary between stiff and slack, and he walks with a slight limp. Still, he's noticeably improved in health ever since he joined the group two months ago fighting off a septic infection with his eyes only half-open. He's on the right track, and he's finally at the stage where getting up and moving around would help his healing.

Besides Mackenzie's usually squalid health, he's disheveled. His hair, cut with only a razor blade and no mirror, is an uneven mess of short, choppy black curls. He hadn't had an opportunity to shave his facial hair either, so he's consistently sporting a scruffy nine-o-clock shadow. He rarely stands up straight, hunched over with his eyes half-lidded as if he's perpetually fighting off the urge to fall asleep.

Mackenzie still sports his dog tags, rusted and grimy as they are, as well as his old military uniform top. He'd lost the uniform trousers when he got snagged in barbed wire and he walked out the soles of his old boots months ago, but his top has stayed with him from the beginning. The desert camo shirt has the tags denoting rank ripped off, half the right sleeve is missing, and it only has one button left, but it's still holding strong regardless.
Face Claim:
Chadwick Boseman

Personality:
Some would charitably describe Mackenzie as something closer to a loose collection of character flaws than an actual human being, and they'd be on to something. He's a borderline alcoholic, treats everything with varying degrees of apathy, and actively strives to make everyone who interacts with him come away worse for it. The first, and natural assumption, is that he's simply a prick. The truth, however, is that Mackenzie is simply drained, mentally and physically. Eighteen months of nothing but non-stop fighting for his life and tragedy has sucked the spirit out of the man. Everyone he used to know has either died or left him and everything that he used to be, everything that gave him purpose, that got him out of bed every morning with a pep in his step, is gone too. In all honesty, he has no idea what he's doing with his life anymore. The only thing that really propels him forward anymore is instinct and training rather than any sort of desire or goal. Deep down, underneath the apathy and sarcasm, Mackenzie's a good man. He's loyal, kind when he wants to be, and knows right from wrong. He just doesn't want to show it.

History:
Born a Baltimore native, lady luck took one good look at Mackenzie and threw up all over him. He'd discover that was a running theme in his life when his parents, god knows whoever they were, dropped him off at a foster home before he was two months old. Foster life wasn't the worst, but it was definitely in the ballpark. Having random people pretend to be your parents for a few months before ultimately deciding you're not worth the trouble and giving you back to the foster home like a used toy was emotionally draining, but at least Mackenzie knew where he stood. His odds of actually getting adopted? Zero to none. That fact of life only set in as he got older. By the time he turned 15, he knew he'd missed his chance. Nobody wanted to adopt a teenager, and he was more than a little bitter about the foster parents that had ditched him. He'd have preferred never to have met them, having to get attached before being slotted back into the foster home only made things worse.

When he turned 18, he was sent out into the world on his own with a slap on the back and a "Good luck", which while appreciated, didn't help in the slightest. He had nothing and no one, and suddenly he was expected to strike it out on his own, to get himself into college with the scarce little savings he'd earned, to find a place to live on short notice, to get a job that he could support himself with. Mackenzie had no opportunities, and at the risk of becoming homeless he saw no other possible route for him but the army. He wasn't patriotic, nor did he actually want to enlist, but it came down to a decision between going to war or sleeping on a park bench in downtown Baltimore. Between the two, he at least had a chance of survival with the former.

As a rookie, Mackenzie didn't have much enthusiasm about killing people. Naively, he thought becoming a hospital corpsman would prevent him from having to kill anyone during his tour. It was only after he began his training to become a navy hospital corpsman that he realized he was deathly afraid of blood. He nearly got discharged for throwing up after he helped his first real patient. It all evened out eventually though, because when you dig around in a man's arm to pull out a bullet without anesthetic in an active combat zone with bullets whizzing past you nothing really fazes you anymore.

His first tour ended without any fanfare, traumatizing, sure-arguably more so than the average soldier's, all they did was watch their friend's intestines spill out of their split open stomach, it was Mackenzie's job to grab them and shove them back in-but nothing that kept him awake at night. Well, not every night at least. He'd planned on ditching the military right after his tour and never looking back, but it was hard trying to fit in back home. He couldn't hold a job, his savings from the army were drying up, and despite his 4 years of medical experience he couldn't even get a job fitting his skills because no clinic, hospital, or doctor's office would hire a man without a degree. Mackenzie started drifting from state to state a year after his service, trying to find somewhere he could settle down. He drifted for another year, not making any attachments and taking odd jobs to support himself before moving on to the next city.

A few months after he turned 24, he moved into Indianapolis and met a woman named Penelope. She was a wedding photographer and he was taking a job as a caterer at the time, with the two of them meeting during the middle of a wedding for two people they didn't even know. They got to know each other gorging themselves with unused wedding cake and non-alcoholic wine, hitting it off almost instantly. Mackenzie managed to hold down the caterer gig as a stable job while he began a relationship with Penelope. By the time he was 26, the two were celebrating their two-year anniversary. Penelope, always having been braver than Mackenzie, took the opportunity to propose. Mackenzie will always remember how the beaming smile on her face slipped away once she realized he'd stayed silent too long to simply say "Yes".

Mackenzie quit his catering job and re-enlisted the next day, getting shipped back to a foreign base as a corpsman within the month. Was it scummy? Yes. Would he ever forgive himself for abandoning it all? Unlikely. He knew Penelope had wanted a family, and that scared him.

Mackenzie spent the next twelve years in service, always knowing he didn't belong in the army and that he'd screwed up running away to re-enlist. Every time his tour ended, he visited Indianapolis. Every time he was about to make amends with Penelope, he got cold feet and re-enlisted again. He was a coward at heart, despite how much he wished otherwise, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. The damage had been done anyway, there was no fixing what he had at that point.

He was with his squad when the world ended, half a country away from Penelope. Outside of the friends he'd made in the army, Penelope was really the only person he'd made a connection with. With the help of his squad, they made their way to their families in the vain hopes that they weren't too late. A year into the apocalypse, his group finally reached Indianapolis, and Mackenzie left the city 3 days later in defeat. He'd been too late. He hadn't been there, and Penelope was dead for it. Life was a bitch like that.

Mackenzie's spirit was low after Indianapolis. If it hadn't been for his group dragging him along, he doubted he would have had it in him to make it out of the city alive. The only thing carrying him forward at that point was to just get his friends to their families, but he couldn't even do that much. All he remembers is a flash, tumbling off the side of the road, and heat. When he came to, his leg was broken, his shoulder was dislocated, his abdomen and arm were sliced open, he was bleeding from his scalp, and his group was nowhere to be seen. They'd either died or left him, he didn't know and he likely never would because that was the last he'd ever seen of them.

The next month was a fight for survival and little more. It was miraculous he didn't die from his wounds on the spot or at least bleed out within the following hours. He was sporting a concussion, that much he could tell from the start, but he knew that if he didn't try to get treatment or at least stop his bleeding he'd be dead within an hour. He couldn't walk, so he'd had to crawl a quarter-mile to a veterinarian's office his group had passed. It was the single most exhausting experience of his life, painful as all hell and forcing him to take breaks every few dozen feet to regain his strength. Most of the equipment and medicine stored in the office were usable on humans, so at the very least Mackenzie had a chance to keep himself alive if he could just fix the issues that would kill him within a day or two. The only food in the veterinarian's office was canned dog food, yes, but it was either he ate that or starved. He needed food to regain his strength and help him heal, and it just so happened the cans had a lot of healthy ingredients. Didn't help the fact it all tasted like wet cardboard, though.

It was a month into his stay in the office when he realized that he just didn't have the equipment he needed to save himself. His abdominal wound had grown gangrenous at that point and he'd had to excise the infected flesh with a heated razor blade, the process of which nearly killed him. It was only a temporary solution however, because without antibiotics the infection would come back and it was highly unlikely he'd survive a second one.

Just as he resigned himself to his inevitable slow and painful death, a group found him while raiding the office for medical supplies. They were in the early stages of establishing a home in the town of Knox and they were willing to get him the help he needed if he'd put his medicinal knowledge to use for them. Mackenzie had no other options, so he agreed. Two months later, Knox fell and what remained of the group was forced to hunker down in a high school, while Mackenzie's injuries began to fade.

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Name: Haewon Dam
Nickname: N/A
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Haewon is 5'9" in height with a slim, lanky physique. Her hair is short and black in a wolf cut style and her eyes are dark brown, so dark they almost appear black. Her skin is pale and mostly clear, though she has a few acne scars on her teeth and a distinct mole on her neck. Though she appears to be lanky, she ran track in high school so is quite physically fit and has some muscle tone to her legs. She has a generally androgynous look to her.

PERSONALITY

Haewon is brave and will put herself in harms way if she thinks it will benefit the rest of the group. This is why she was a good fit for a scavenger, she was willing to leave the safety of the school grounds to find supplies. She's loyal and protective of those that she is close to, but especially her younger sister, Minyoung. However, she can be quite aggressive, especially when someone wrongs her or someone she loves. Other than that, she can be quite unemotional and is bad at expressing her feelings in a productive way. She's especially bad at affection.

HISTORY

Haewon's mother, Himari Suzuki, was born and raised in Japan, but in adulthood, never had a decent job and was always struggling with money. She met her husband, Dae-Hyun Dam, while he was on a business trip from Korea. It was love at first sight, and Daehyun promised her a better life if she moved to Korea with him. She was hesitant but agreed.

Haewon was their first daughter. She was born healthy and happy and was raised by the two in their home in Korea. She walked, talked and learned to write at the perfect times. All in all, it looked like they had the perfect litle family.

However, Himari was unhappy. She hadn't had the chance to find the decent job she was promised in Korea as she was almost immediately married and pregnant. Daehyun made a lot of money but she wanted to earn her own way. In a moment of weakness, she had an affair. She couldn't deal with the guilt and admitted to her husband what she had done, and he left her, taking the majority of their money with him.

When Haewon's younger sister, Minyoung, was born, she was seen as a cursed child by her mother and her ex-partner. Her mother believed she ruined their marriage as she was the product of an affair, and her father didn't want to raise a child that wasn't his. Their father didn't want anything to do with either of the children and had little contact with Haewon after she turned 5.

The breakdown of her marriage and the guilt of what she had done plagued Himari and she stopped caring for her children, leaving Haewon to raise her baby sister. At first, Haewon resented her sister for being the reason her father left, but eventually realized it was her mother to blame. She did her best to raise her sister, despite only being a child herself.

Their mother neglected and abused them, and the sisters saw a lot of men they didn't recognise coming in and out of their home. The neglect caused them to struggle in school but they didn't want to reveal what was going on at home. Haewon thought it made her weak to confess.

When Haewon was 17, she came into contact with her aunt, Ichika Suzuki, who had emigrated to America before Haewon was born. She explained the situation and Ichika helped the two escape their mother and move in with her in America.

When the outbreak initially started, Haewon, her sister and her aunt were barricaded into her aunt's apartment. When they began to run out of food, their aunt insisted she go. Haewon argued - she was much fitter than her aunt, she had a better chance of getting out of a sticky situation - but her aunt refused. She returned with food but had been bitten, something she tried to hide from the girls. She hoped cleaning the wound thoroughly would save her but she was wrong and, when she felt herself becoming weaker, she locked herself in the bathroom to try and protect them. Haewon was the one who had to put her down.

After that, she tried to keep moving with Minyoung, never staying in one place long.
 
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BASICS

Name: Xander Ray Font
Nicknames: Coach, Captain, "Cap"
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Former Occupation: NJROTC Instructor & Head Wrestling Coach at Northview High School. Marine Corps Veteran.
Community & Role: High School Leader
Relationship Status: Dating Nari Mochizuki


PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Xander stands at 6'2" with a solid, athletic build. He is broad-shouldered and lean, though a year and a half of a low-protein diet and rationing has made his physique less toned than it once was. His eyes are a shade of steely blue-gray. He tends to keeps his naturally curly hair close-cropped when he can manage it, though though in practice heavy stubble often tends to appear along his jawline, if not a full beard. A small scar marks his left eyebrow. On his right bicep, Xander has a tattoo depicting the insignia of his former unit.

PERSONALITY

Xander took some time acclimatizing to the classroom environment, leading unruly youths rather than a platoon of Marines. In truth, he had only just felt like he was beginning to get the hang of it after a couple of years "in the weeds" when the outbreak began. As a leader, Xander has a reputation for being tense and uptight... some have even gone so far as to call him "overbearing" in the past, particularly when he feels one's duties are being shirked. Despite this, Font is far from unreasonable and is willing to have candid conversations with -- and receive advice or constructive criticisms from -- the residents of the High School, who he considers his utmost responsibility. Despite his cool demeanor tending to keep others at a professional distance (intentionally or otherwise), to those who manage to crack his shell Xander is a loyal and thoughtful friend predisposed to his own brand of self-deprecating humor and charm... though it rarely sees the light of day under the current circumstances.

Xander struggled with the idea of sending others on dangerous scavenging runs and not personally accompanying them on every such excursion, not least of all due to his own skill set and background. However, he begrudgingly acknowledges that his past injuries have left his body and mind at less than peak condition and that the greatest contribution he can make to the safety and stability of the group is to act as a mentor and guide in the difficult years ahead.


HISTORY

Xander was born in Columbus, Georgia to Lawrence and Claressa Font. Lawrence was a Soldier stationed at Fort Benning, while Claressa worked as a local nurse. When he was ten years old, his father left active duty and his parents relocated the family to their hometown in Indiana where Lawrence took on a job as a Sheriff's Deputy. Xander was an only child, forming friends in the local Boy Scouts troop over the years. He was dedicated to the organization, sticking with it throughout his adolescence and eventually earning the coveted rank of Eagle Scout at 17. His father -- an avid outdoorsman himself -- indulged Xander's budding love of nature and often took him on weekend-long excursions into the wilderness. They would spend their days backpacking, camping, fishing, or hunting various types of wild game.

Xander attended Northview High School, where he immediately found himself drawn to athletics. He lettered on the varsity cross country and track teams, but it was wrestling that was his primary passion. In addition to serving as the wrestling team's captain, Xander managed to win a state title during his senior year. However, his mother ensured that his academics always came first -- keeping the boy on track for the honor roll and enrolling him in number of advanced classes with the threat that a grade lower than a B in any of them would result in him having to forego anymore sporting or outdoor activities. The threat proved effective and Xander managed to graduate in the top 10% of his class, though his social life suffered for it.

Font had voiced his desire to enlist in the military even prior to graduating, though both of his parents were strongly opposed to the idea. However, they reached a compromise when the teen suggested that he attend college on the military's dime and enter the service afterward as a commissioned officer. Reluctantly, his parents agreed -- not least of all because they otherwise lacked the funds to send their son to university. Thanks to his academic and athletic accomplishments (not to mention a Congressional nomination secured by Lawrence calling in a favor from an old family friend) Xander received an appointment to the United States Naval Academy, where he majored in Operations Research. In addition to dabbling in several extracurricular clubs & activities, Font walked onto the Academy's collegiate wrestling team as a freshman. He placed highly at several NCAA tournaments over the next four years and at one point was ranked amongst the top wrestlers in the nation, but fell just short of making All-American status.

After graduating from USNA, Font was commissioned as a 2nd Lieutenant and Ground Intelligence Officer with the Marine Corps. Following months of academic and field training, he was eventually assigned to the 3rd Reconnaissance Battalion in Okinawa, Japan. He deployed twice to Afghanistan before being injured during a nighttime parachute training exercise. The resulting damage to his body -- along with a latent diagnosis of post-traumatic stress disorder as a result from his combat tours -- led to him being medically retired from the service at the rank of Captain... firmly against his wishes. He received permanent disability pay and rehabilitation as he returned home to Indiana, where he settled down.

Following rehab, Xander was offered a job at his alma mater by his old wrestling coach to serve as his assistant, with the hopes that he might soon take his position when the elder man retired. Surrounded by teachers & students and back in the halls where he had forged some of his finest memories, Font ultimately knew he wanted a more permanent connection to the school. He applied to become the Senior Naval Science Instructor for Northview High's NJROTC program, which he had been a member of during his time as a student. Xander was hired and took to teaching while also dutifully managing various extracurriculars alongside his coaching duties for two years... until the first reports of violence and disease hit the blogs and airwaves.

The town's end came quickly. Xander was unable to find his parents amidst the chaos, not knowing whether they escaped the carnage or not. By the time he made it to their house it was ransacked and empty with no sign of their whereabouts. He narrowly survived on his own for several months as his hometown tore itself to shreds (sometimes even without the help of the undead) before he realized that life "outside the wire" had become untenable. The hordes were larger, roving bands of armed looters were an ever-present danger, and even the weather itself was an existential threat. So he returned to Northview, making his way inside and painstakingly clearing out a safe zone for himself before disposing of the bodies. He was alone for only a matter of weeks before an unlikely visitor arrived at the school's outer perimeter: his former coworker (and date, once upon a time) Nari Mochizuki. He didn't hesitate in allowing her inside, where she quickly proved her worth by helping him to fortify the once-proud center of education.

Their new home proved more secure, though it soon drew attention as a group of survivors from the nearby town of Knox approached. After observing the newcomers -- and against his better judgement -- he allowed them inside. Xander's decision proved sound enough as none of them tried to murder him for his resources. Instead, in time, he was welcomed into the band of survivors... and his knowledge of the area and background instead saw him becoming their de facto leader.
 
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BASICS

Name: Arthur Allan Wallace
Nickname: None. (Give him some!)
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi-curious.
“𝙸’𝚖 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐…“
(Arthur may not take romantic relationships because he really does think he’s too old & broken for it, but he never knows. Maybe some sort of spark will happen.)
Nationality: American
Community & Role: Northview High | Scavenger/Smugglar/Hired Muscle.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

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Arthur stands at a height of six foot two (187.96 centimeters) and weighs one hundred and thirty-one pounds (59.421 kilograms). He is fairly muscular, with a mesomorph, rectangular figure. His hands have calluses and scars from many fights and hard work and he has wrinkles starting to form around his eyes and other areas on his body. His crystal, gray-blue eyes are narrowed and deeply-set, almost always having dark circles beneath them when he has lack of sleep. There’s a small, thin scar that runs horizontally across the middle of the dorsum nasi from receiving a broken nose in a fight once, along with various other scars scattered across his body from old slice, stab, and gunshot wounds. His thin lips are almost always set into a frown, bushy, silver-pepper gray eyebrows furrowed. His hair is short, curly, and unkempt and does not go past his neck, though his bangs are relatively long. Sometimes he will let it grow out a little to his jawline, but that’s if he hasn’t found the time to shave or cut it. It is silver in color, peppered with black, dark gray, and white strands.

ᴇxᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ

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sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ/sᴘʀɪɴɢ ᴀᴛᴛɪʀᴇ
His attire usually consists of a white or gray T-shirt tucked beneath a thinner fabric type of flannel, either a dark green, dark red, or brown colored shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Sometimes he may wear just a T-shirt with a simple, brown jacket. He prefers wearing brown or dark brown combat boots or hiking boots and blue jeans. He almost never wears shorts unless the temperatures are much too hot. He will also wear sunglasses if he has any on hand, otherwise he might wear a hat or deal with the sunlight.

Exᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ

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ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴀᴛᴛɪʀᴇ
His attire usually consists of a white or gray T-shirt, a long sleeved shirt, a thicker fabric flannel, which are the same colors as stated above, blue jeans, and those same boots. A coat is worn as well. Sometimes he will wear gloves, depending on how cold it is outside.

Exᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ

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ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ᴀᴛᴛɪʀᴇ
His attire usually consists of a T-shirt, a long sleeved shirt, a sweater, a flannel shirt, blue jeans, and combat boots, specifically Rawls Rugged Cap Toe Combat boots. He will also wear a thick scarf, thick brown gloves, thick wool socks, and a brown coat. Sometimes he may wear a beanie and shearling, wrap around earmuffs. Sometimes he may wear thermal pants and shirts beneath the rest depending on just how cold it is, if he happens to have those on his person, or if he can manage to find them in any abandoned clothing stores.

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PERSONALITY

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"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗’. 𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍?"

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ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs

Nᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ Positive
Cold Kind
Distant Protective
Quiet Trustworthy
Hot Tempered Strong-Willed
Not Emotional Funny
Harsh Empathetic
Self-Centered Helpful
Awkward Generous
Unforgiving Reliable
Fighter Committed
Impatient Determined
Sarcastic Careful
Not Trusting Hardworker
Blunt Respectful
Liar Guilty


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The Color Red Zombies
Dogs Being Double-Crossed
Horses Ambushes.
Cool Weather Getting His Shit Stolen
Swimming Talking About His Past
Reading Losing Those He Cares About
Singing Yelling At People He Cares About
Playing The Guitar Feeling Like A Failure
Getting Along With People Having To Kill Others
Helping Others Losing A Job/Loot
Football Games Hot Weather
Getting Things Done In A Timely Manner Selfish Pricks
Sleep Liars/Lying

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Physically Strong Doesn't Trust Anyone
Fast On His Feet Anti-social
A Decent Cook Pessimistic
Knows How To Use Most Types of Weapons Quick Tempered
Can Use The Environment To His Advantage Has a Short Temper Fuse
Can Intimidate People Pretty Easily Can Be Impatient
Is Efficient With His Work Tends To Yell When Upset
Very Loyal To Those He Trusts

ғᴇᴀʀs/ᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀs
Losing Loved Ones
Failing His Loved Ones
Killing His Loved Ones
Dying When Someone Needs Him
Being Alone Forever


HISTORY

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"𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍."

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In the time before the outbreak, Arthur grew up on a farm in Tennessee. He worked hard from a young age, having to take care of the animals with his family. He and his brother didn’t get along too well, both always trying to one up the other or get into competitions where they would seriously harm one another. Arthur was the rowdy, mouthy troublemaker while his brother was the opposite, yet he still managed to get into just as much trouble as the older Wallace. The days of sitting up in the loft, shooting beebees at cows, filling the barn with laughter were long gone. Life began to get serious and grim. Years passed by and the two brothers became distant, with Grant going to jail on many occasions, while Arthur worked even harder with three jobs and getting through school.

The older Arthur got, the more the farming business started to quit and he started out as a police officer. He was in the field for a good seven years, but he was fired due to budget cuts. After, he graduated from college with a four year degree in criminology, moving from job to job as various security guard positions for different businesses and people. He and his brother had more of a falling out and the younger Wallace even stole his identity once. That was a frustrating mess to fix and deal with and the last straw that broke their relationship was when Grant stole their mother’s life savings. Shortly after a court case, which Grant failed to show up to and he was never heard from again.

That was until the outbreak occurred.

At first, the media kept the unknown illness under wraps, but Arthur began to notice his coworkers and eventually his friends and neighbors started to get sick. Anytime he would ask what happened, a friend of the ill person told him that they were still in the hospital. Months passed and those patients started to build and more of Arthur’s coworkers and neighbors disappeared. Then the night when the news of the outbreak rolled around and that was also the night Grant decided to stop by. It appeared he grew a heart over the course of ten years because he came back saying he was worried about their little family, which Arthur refused to believe. They argued. Their mother came in their house from the back door and things seemed off and she lunged at Grant. Arthur pulled her off, only for her to turn on him, covered in blood with a chunk missing from her neck and shoulder. She looked sickly pale, almost gray, and she was desperately trying to bite him, teeth clacking between her gurgled moans.

Grant helped her off and gave Arthur a gun so they could leave, telling him that she had turned. It didn’t end well. The two siblings left their home with their mother’s unmoving corpse in the living room, and eventually made it out of the town. Over the course of a month, the Wallaces found out just how insane people could really be when the laws of the world didn’t apply anymore. It was every man for himself. Every family for themselves. Three years and the two worked together, managing to build a little bit of a bond that they had lost. Then they got split up after getting ambushed by a large group and Arthur hadn’t heard or seen Grant ever since. He could only hope that he was still alive and breathing…

Shortly after he escaped the group, Arthur stumbled upon another one. He didn’t stay for too long and while he got older, the new world had hardened him. It made him untrusting and much worse than what he had ever thought he could be. Days went by and it seemed as though everything was lost. He didn’t really have any purpose other than surviving. Joining and leaving groups never ended. The ambushes never ended. The killing never ended. Each day, he wanted it to end and yet he just wouldn’t stop fighting. He’d lost himself and who he was. The man before the outbreak seemed like a shadow, a shattered dream of himself that he never knew existed. During his darkest moment, Arthur managed to join another group. They’d told him that he was good with giving and listening to orders. He was good with getting his hands dirty. He was good with not making very many relationships because when he did, those people died.

There was no point. Arthur was an empty shell, much like the undead that roamed the world, just moving forward and doing whatever he was told, no matter the circumstances. No matter how bad the situation was. Even before he joined the group, he’d settled into the role of a smuggler, taking things back and forth between people and different settlements. Even during his dark days, he did the smuggling for the new group he was with as well. It was easier to focus on things when he had a goal, even if he didn’t want to be around to finish them. Then one day, he finally seemed to wake up a little, started to claw his way out of that mental state, noticing how things were with the group he had so easily settled himself with for years.

It took him a good half year to get everything planned out, but he left. He left all that darkness and all the relationships he had made behind him. He didn’t look back.

After that, Arthur had moved around on his own, once again finding himself caught up in a dangerous situation. Rather, he found a scavenging group of the Northview in a dangerous situation and as much as his brain screamed at him to ignore them, to ignore the danger they were in against a bunch of undead, he just couldn’t. Something in him drove him back to the group and he helped them escape, killing as many of the moaning creatures as he could and he told himself that he wasn’t going to go with them after the action had settled. He’d told himself that he would help them and make sure nobody was bitten or wounded badly and then they would split and be on their separate ways, but one of the group asked if he was alone. He knew better than to open his mouth- there was no way on God’s green earth was he going to openly tell a group of strangers about himself. He’d learned that landed him in bad situations in the past. He wasn’t that stupid. Instead, Arthur turned his back to them to continue on his journey to nowhere, but one of them called out to him, telling him that they had food and shelter. He kept walking, barely turning to look over his shoulder to call back to the girl, “Haven’t heard that one before.” She insisted, saying that they could use a man like him and that they had more women and children who needed protecting. That had made him stop in his tracks and think for a long, long minute.

He didn’t need to go. He really didn’t. He could have handled himself out in the unforgiving, piece of shit world completely by himself and he would have been fine. However, even Arthur would have been a fool to not realize how being in a group was more efficient and safe. People survived longer in groups and communities. He’d seen it all. People on their own did not survive long. That’s what made him turn around and March back over to the group, briskly past the girl, deciding that if things went south, he would just leave like he had done with groups in the past.

Arthur was whatever the group needed him to be and it seemed as though he’d been clumped in the scavenger committee. He had to start somewhere and going out for supplies was something he was good at. He also helped with sorting their findings and taking up guard duty a couple of nights when it was needed.It had been a month and a half since he first joined and the people there aren’t too bad. Some are still skeptical of him, but that was how the world was. Nobody trusted anybody the first day, or even the first months and that was fine by him. It meant less attachments and less attachments meant less of a chance for him to have a weakness. All it took was one bad moment and shit always went to hell in a handbasket, no matter how comfy and easier life began to look. It was just a matter of time and Arthur would be ready for it.

RELATIONSHIPS

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"𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎… 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚢, 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜."

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(If you’d like to have your character have a relationship with Arthur, no matter what it is, feel free to pm me and we can discuss what their dynamic is/was like!)

Gʀᴀɴᴛ Wᴀʟʟᴀᴄᴇ
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-Arthur never did have a good relationship with Grant and they always fought, no matter what age they were. They haven’t seen one another in years and Arthur doesn’t think he’d ever want to see his brother again. He doesn’t even know if he’s alive, so what’s the point of worrying about him now?

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"𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝. 𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚋 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗."

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Backpack.
Small Sewing Kit.
Water Canteen.
Food Rations.
Hunting Knife.
Hatchet.
Colt Combat Commander.
Revolver.
Mark || Classic Rifle.
 
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BASICS

Name: Nari Mochizuki
Nickname: Nar, Miss Zuki
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Nationality: Japanese-American
Relationship Status: Dating Xander Font

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Nari stands at 5'3" tall and weighs around 125 pounds at the end of civilization. She has brown-black hair and brown eyes and a slim and relatively muscular build but is not in any way athletic, most of her physique is due to her employment, being on her feet, and using heavy equipment all day.

She has a full sleeve on her right arm and a tattoo down her left leg. She formerly had several piercings on her ears and a nose stud but has since removed all due to potential hazards when dealing with the dead.

PERSONALITY

Vibrant and outgoing. Nair is not one to shy away from new people, nor is she quiet about her ideals or her beliefs. She will stand up for what she believes it's right, even if it isn't the group consensus.

EXTRA - Nari has deep beliefs in Shinto and struggles with what the kami are asking of her.

HISTORY


Nari was born in Tokyo, Japan to two loving parents who instilled a deep sense of belief and harmony within her. At the age of eight, her mother passed away after losing the fight against cancer. Nari was heartbroken, naturally, but understood that there is always a reason and cause within the universe. After this, she lived with her aunt as her father struggled with the loss of his wife and knew just how to raise his daughter alone. Over time they became estranged.

She graduated high school early and accepted scholarships to MIT and earned a Master's in Mechanical Engineering. After graduation, she had always intended on returning home to Tokyo however she'd grown to love the new country she'd lived in for nearly a decade of her life. She applied and was granted a work VISA and moved several states away from Massachusetts to Indiana where she was hired on at an up-and-coming high-tech company developing a 'take home kit' for car conversions. The project's goals were lofty, their timeline seemed impossible and while these red flags were something Nari had noted, the concept of it all was what made her accept the position of Project Manager. She and her team worked for months on various models and concepts; some ridiculous side projects resulted in far worse for the environment modeled vehicles with coal furnaces and steam engines, but these always lightened the mood and helped reflect that the task at hand: how do we help the everyday Joe convert their favorite gasoline guzzling car to something that is efficient for the earth's future?

Nari never had the opportunity to find this out, after several months of working for the company they suddenly announced bankruptcy and layoff their entire staff. All of the company shares she and the other staff members were given as sign-on bonuses and payments into their retirement plans were gone. Not only did this leave Nari nearly without any funds but also in a position where her VISA would lapse and she would have to return to Japan. She searched endlessly for any kind of employment that would still find her time to work on the company's project and found herself seated across from the principal of Northview Highschool, answering interview questions and shaking his hand. Never did she think she would be a high school shop teacher but yet this decision turned out to save her life.

NOTABLE MOMENTS


Turn for the worst
X In the early days after the world went to hell, Nari had hidden away in her apartment. She watched the news, and through the windows as utter panic destroyed the world around her. She had desperately tried to call anyone for help but of course, the lines were down and she was left alone. Soon enough the world lost power and shortly thereafter the water stopped in her apartment and she ran out of food. She had no choice but to venture out or starve to death. This had nearly been the end of her fate when she found herself at Northview and being greeted by her co-worker, and one-time date, Xander Font. He'd saved her, so far as she was concerned, ushering her into the safe building and never making her leave the gates again. Xander also when through great efforts to return to her apartment and retrieve precious items for her, including her shrine and pictures of her parents.

Shelter, water, food
X Nari put her knowledge and creativity to use, bringing the status of the Northview Highschool residents from surviving to thriving. She worked with the scavenging teams to bring back a myriad of components in order to develop improvements to their living:
  • electrified fencing surrounding the school (the electricity, of course, not the fence itself.)
  • water collection and filtration system that supplies their drinking and bathing waters, as well as supplies their cafeteria gardens
  • solar panels and battery bank that allows light use inside the high school overnight.
  • solar heating system to allow hot water for showers
  • modified air rifles, by increasing the air pressure to make any small hard object shot from the canister lethal to the dead, and painful for the living. (or lethal at close range to the living)
 
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Marcus King
Nickname: King | The King
Age: 44 Years Old
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Role: Leader

How did they become a member of the Samaritans?
Marcus was locked up when his brother turned on him and his empire. Multiple convictions landed Marcus a lifetime behind bars. With time on his hands and a hunger for power, Marcus used his connections, experience and reputation to make the prison his - even before the dead rose to claim the rest of the world. When war broke loose inside the prison, Marcus took the chaotic opportunity to gain full control of the estate by eliminating the warden, those who opposed him and claiming that which he felt rightfully belonged to him. Now at the top off he food chain, he leads the Samaritans in the new world - his way.

- Physical Description -
Noticed for his expensive suits and one of a kind swagger, the athletic built gangster is easy to spot from a mile away. He is well groomed, overdressed and holds himself to higher standards than most survivors. He stands at 6’2, above average height and weighs roughly 185lbs of lean muscle. He doesn’t bare any tattoos or scars aside from bruised knuckles gained from ‘handling business’. He is one to not be overlooked or overshadowed.

- Personality -
Marcus is a self-made gangster; an individual who came from nothing, had nothing but managed to obtain everything. He is a man that desires nothing but power, dreaming large and accomplishing those goals in any way possible. He is determined, but has never let his determination steer him in the wrong direction. He does not act on impulse, instead is very calculated on what moves to make - like a chess player. He doesn’t raise his voice unless he needs to, doesn’t act out unless it’s demanded. He brings the teachings about character learned from his youth to adulthood, but leaves behind the culture that came with it - knowing he’s now transcended the poor and middle class life. He holds himself to higher standards, dressing the part to showcase his success. However, underneath the suits, rings and studs is a monster. A man who’s carnage has killed innocence in the pursuit of power. He rules through fear so his hands can stay clean, but has done the dirty work required to get there. Still he wants more and his greed will continue to outshine any other piece of humanity he still holds in his heart.

- History -
Having built the most powerful organization in all of Southeast, D.C. had been a dream for Marcus. He took out any opposition in his way, tainting the streets red in his quest for power. After self claiming himself King, it appeared that nothing could get in his way - but he was wrong. His own brother Jamal blew up his organization from the inside, working alongside the feds in a heat of jealousy. Vengeance was served but the cost was grave - landing Marcus behind prison walls. Despite the outcome, Marcus would soon find himself King again as a corrupt system worked on his behalf. Money spoke the language that greedy federal bastards understood and he had plenty of it - eventually landing even the purest of hearts in his back pocket. He quickly led all of Lincoln State - forcing his opposition to play by his rules. Then the world fell and his rise to power was much obliged. The death of the warden and all of those who opposed him was the start - creating a civilization was what eventually put him at the top of the food chain. He created a world worth living in that the dead could not touch. His visions became reality and those that appeared way above reach were forced down so he could grasp them.
 
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Name:
James B. Gunderson
Nickname:
Jamie
Age:
29
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Former Occupation:
US Air Force transport pilot

Role within Samaritans community:
New member. He’s a skilled pilot, a trained combat technician, and can put just about anything back together given enough duct tape and baling wire. While he likely won’t be flying anything anytime soon, he’s sure to show his worth as an intelligent, if uncooperative, handyman and craftsman.

How did they become a member of the Samaritans:
Forcefully assimilated. The Samaritans very recently ambushed him and his group, capturing him and two marines. The Samaritans injured his friends when they captured the three of them, leaving them bedridden. The Samaritans only keep his friends alive for as long as Jamie does what they say.

FC:
Maxi Iglesias

Physical description:
Malnutrition had taken its toll on everyone, causing most of the few muscles Jamie managed to gain during his military career to begin to fade. The vestiges of his athleticism are still visible though, with a few muscles still sticking it out despite the constant underfeeding. While he's nowhere near as athletic as he used to be, he's still fit and in relatively good shape for a man surviving the zombie apocalypse. Jamie stands at five feet and nine inches, with amber eyes and messy brown hair that's stuck together like straw. Jamie would kill a man for just a little shampoo, his hair has been a complete mess for the last six months. His chin is dotted with messy stubble that he only keeps because he lost his razor eight weeks ago, and his face is almost perpetually covered with scrapes, cuts, the discoloring of old bruises, and dirt. He might've looked handsome before the apocalypse, but those days were long gone.

Other than that, he always wears his old army green Air Force jacket. It has giant gashes and tears that Jamie had repaired to the best of his ability, it's missing its name tag, the Air Force logo patch is faded and almost torn off, and it doesn't fully zip up anymore. The jacket is clearly on its last stitches, but Jamie refuses to part with it until the very end.

Personality:
Jamie's an unreasonably good person for someone who's survived fifteen months in a zombie apocalypse. He cracks jokes, he makes friends, and he's never left a place worse off than how he found it. If there's anyone out there who'd put it all on the line to help out someone they barely know, it would be Jamie. While he may not be as grizzled as some of his companions, he does know how some people become in situations like these. He considers himself to be just the right amount of cynical and optimistic.

Jamie jumps to action at a moment's notice, but rarely with any real plan. Half the time, he's just flying by the seat of his pants and hoping that everyone makes it out alive. He doesn't fight fair, because he knows when you've gotten yourself into a fair fight you've screwed. He uses tricks to get himself out of fights, and if that doesn't work, he bluffs and lies through his teeth, and if even that doesn't work, he dies. Simple as that.

History:
Jamie was born and raised in Cincinnati Ohio as the oldest brother to two younger sisters. It was rough for him and his siblings from the get-go since his parents were clearly not prepared to raise children and both thought that they'd rushed into marriage too quickly. When Jamie was five and his mom found out she was pregnant with his second sister, his father broke under the responsibility. Having him and his first sister had already been pushing it, this had just been the breaking point. When Jamie was five, his father left. Him and his sisters would never see him again.

His mom, already incapable of raising three children, much less alone, collapsed under the pressure and threw in the towel. She handed him and his sisters off to her brother Louie, who had a much better grasp on what he was doing with his life. Confused to all hell by this turn of events, Louie tried his best to handle what he thought would be a temporary babysitting gig. It was three months into the arrangement when his mom still kept refusing to take them back into her hands that he realized that their situation was permanent. Louie was a good guy though, better than his sister for sure, so he made the best of a bad situation and bought a bigger place than his one-bedroom studio apartment to take care of the kids.

While Jamie's home life definitely improved after that, the financial situation didn't. When he was in high school, he worked four part-time jobs, and his grades suffered for it. Once he finished high school, he was set on getting an engineering degree. He was smart enough to get one, but his grades didn't agree. He was too busy to put his all into high school, and because of that, he wasn't offered a single scholarship. Seeing only one other option, he enlisted in the military at eighteen in hopes of getting a free ride to college after serving his time.

He decided early on that he was going to join the Air Force. The Marines were romanticized, but all they really did all day was huddle together in little dirt foxholes in 90 degrees temperatures while getting shot at from half a mile away. That didn't sound like fun, and all he'd do in the Navy is bunk in a cramped steel room with ten other guys for four years straight. Plus, he got seasick. Ergo, Air Force.

He had to undergo extensive training before he was even considered to be accepted into the Air Force. Theoretically, he could've finished training and been put on missions at his enlistment age of eighteen, but no one really wanted to entrust a multi-million dollar flying machine with a kid fresh out of high school, so he was benched for the majority of his first tour in The Middle East. He helped with maintenance around the base and was taken along on some flights as an observer until he turned twenty. Someone must've finally thought he was trustworthy to fly a helo, because he was assigned as a troop transport pilot two weeks later.

His first tour ended uneventfully, having never seen active combat and only ever flying med-evacs and transports. Honestly, he preferred it that way. An uneventful life was a long life, after all. Going back to Cincinnati at age twenty-two, he worked on his engineering degree and finished it by the time he turned twenty-six. He'd enjoyed his time as a pilot though, and after a year-long unsuccessful job hunt, he re-enlisted with the Air Force.

He was a year into his second tour of The Middle East when things started getting strange. Local civilians were going rabid, an unidentified disease was spreading like wildfire, and reports were coming in from the states of similar instances happening there. Jamie was flying med-evacs for injured civilians and soldiers after a botched operation to contain the disease when one of his passengers turned and forced him away from the controls. The heli went down, and Jamie would've absolutely died either by the quickly spreading flames in the wreck or the undead aircrew trying to eat him if it weren't for a group of four marines who saw the crash and dragged him out of the cockpit, saving his life.

Catching a flight back to the states with the marines before things really got out of hand, they participated in the evacuations of small towns before the chain of command went dark. Well and truly on their own, Jamie and the four marines who'd saved his life set out for Cincinnati in hopes of finding their families. Fifteen grueling months later, just when they were on the final stretch, The Samaritans ambushed the group. Killing two of the marines and crippling the other two, Jamie was left as the only able-bodied captive The Samaritans had taken. In an admittedly desperate attempt at self-preservation, he managed to convince The Samaritans that a pilot/technician and two trained marines were much more valuable alive. They bought it, taking him and his friends alive. His two friends were injured and draining resources though, and Jamie had no doubt the leadership wouldn't hesitate to kill them if Jamie didn't prove his worth for the three of them. Seeing as the two were the only friends Jamie had left, he'd do just about anything to keep them alive.

Relationships:

The Marines
A group of four former US Marines that saved his life after he crashed his helicopter during the early onset of the apocalypse in The Middle East. He’s stuck with them since day one of the apocalypse and would do just about anything for them.

His Dog
He just really hopes the little guy is okay, wherever they are.

Extra:
-James has an impeccable internal clock
-Jamie has absolutely zero fear of heights​
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Denise Nelson​

BASICS
Full Name: Denise Ann Nelson
Nickname: Denise
Age: 42
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Affiliation: Second-in-Command at the Ranch
Role: Glorified ranch hand, zombie-killer, scavenger, and occasional cook.
Pre-Apocalypse Employment: Full-time stay-at-home "soccer mom" of three children
Birthplace: New York

Appearance & Style
Face Claim: Thandiwe Newton

Details: 5'5", dark brown eyes, dark brown hair.

Build: Getting on the skinny side these days.

Clothes: Prefers utility over style, t-shirts and tunics with denim jeans are her go-to clothes, combined with a sweater or jacket on cold days. She's almost always wearing sneakers - better for running compared to boots.

Notable details: No defining tattoos, scars, or other markings. She wears no jewelry whatsoever.

Personality
Denise is a no-nonsense woman who tells it like it is. She takes no bullshit, and gives none either. Respect from her needs to be earned, not demanded - but she's no idiot and knows when to hold her tongue and keep her thoughts to herself. She's willing to work for the good of the group only as long as the group remains smart, organized, and cohesive. She doesn't tolerate weakness, laziness, or stupidity. She's enough of a hardass that she can be very hard to get to know, but once you do, you realize her attitude comes from a place of wanting people to just be real. No fake exteriors, no picket fences, no putting on airs. Just real, honest existence.

Likes: Reading, shooting, combat practice, martial arts.

Dislikes: Domestic chores, children, sexism, "men who are pigs".

Motivations: Surviving, remaining as independent as possible, never having to feel like she needs to fake it ever again.

Fears: Winding up feeling trapped no matter where she goes or what she does. Waking up one day and realizing she misses her children. Others finding out that she abandoned her children.

Habits: Occasionally smokes when nervous. Compulsive gum-chewer.

History
Prior to the start of whatever nightmare this is, Denise stayed at home to take care of her three children full time, ages 15, 14, and 12. She was the epitome of an upper-middle-class suburban soccer mom - including the minivan to take her kids to soccer practice, and wherever else they needed to go. Her husband was a gifted surgeon who was often away from home. He worked late, traveled to conferences for business, and cheated frequently. He didn't know Denise was aware of this, but she had definitely hired a private investigator to find him.

Her children, two boys and the middle one a girl, were all absolute terrors. The oldest boy was already turning into a delinquent, with the little bastard frequently skipping school, stealing, getting into fights, drinking, and dabbling in drugs. The girl was a mean and cruel bully, and Denise suspected the girl had something to do with the suicide of one of her classmates. The youngest boy had mental health issues and a fascination with harming small animals and beating up the neighborhood children in ways that made it difficult for her to sleep at night. Despite her best efforts, and with zero help from her absentee husband, she felt like she had no way to help any of them. In truth, she hated them all. She had never really wanted children to begin with.

Slowly squirreling away money over the course of a year, she had saved up enough to ditch this shitty life she was trapped in and had plans to move to California to pursue literally anything else than what she was doing now. Maybe art, maybe go to school. Once she was ready, she packed a few bags, left a note on the nightstand, and drove off early one morning with no intent of ever looking back.

Joining the Samaritans
Denise made it as far as Ohio before everything fell apart and the walking corpses forced her to abandon her car. She was on the run for a time, moving from place to place and just trying to survive, before a group of scavengers picked her up and invited her back to a nearby ranch.

She told the survivors living at the ranch she was on the run from her abusive husband, but has not ever told anybody that she has children. The other survivors took her in, welcoming her among their ranks as she proved herself to be useful, a hard-worker, and as level-headed as one could remain in times like these. In time, she became seen as the second-in-command around the ranch. She bore that responsibility well - finding this in some ways preferable to her old life. Yes, she was once again responsible for the well-being of others, but this time it was different. She had chosen this.

The ranch was inevitably raided by a stronger group. A group from a nearby prison, calling themselves the Samaritans, took over the ranch. Denise had no choice but to roll with it, out of her self-preservation and interest in surviving. The Samaritans found a use for her, and now she acts as one of their scouts.

Relationships
Husband and children - Abandoned and presumed (or hoped?) to be killed in the outbreak, but unverified.
 
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BASICS

Name: Wesley Dean Emmett
Nicknames: Wes, LT
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Former Occupation: Correctional Lieutenant at Lincoln State Correctional Center. Army National Guardsman.
Community & Role: Samaritans Chief Enforcer
Relationships: Casual Sexual Partner of Dutchess



PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Wesley makes for an intimidating figure, standing at 6'5" with a broad-shouldered, athletic build. Muscular to the point of being "burly" from a healthy amount of time spent in the gym, his body has lost some of its toned definition during the apocalypse due to the selective diet available at Lincoln. Despite that, Wes is no less imposing than before. He has light brown hair that he rarely bothers with beyond keeping it somewhat close-cropped. His jawline is covered in facial hair, either a heavy stubble or thick beard depending on how much time he has given to self-maintenance lately. Emmett's eyes are a shade of cool blue.

Wesley has a number of tattoos: a half-sleeve on his right arm, designs on his right and left biceps, ink on his upper left chest, and a large centerpiece on his back between his shoulder blades.

PERSONALITY

Wesley had few true close friends even before the outbreak. At best, he was a man with a circle of acquaintances from work, some of which could tolerate enough (and vice versa) sufficiently to become occasional "drinking buddies" with. In any given interaction he tends to favor a blunt and direct approach -- some would say to the point of being crass or insensitive. Despite this, he is a capable (and largely loyal) instructor, mentor, and guardian to those in his charge... if a bit overbearing at times.

The man's already porous ethics have loosened farther still following the apocalypse and he is willing to do what it takes to get ahead and for the time being that means advancing the goals of the Samaritans... though he is by no means averse to the idea of keeping an eye out for his own opportunities on the side. Wesley does hold himself to a professional code of sorts, but it is not one that would strike most as particularly morally upstanding.


HISTORY

Wesley was born and raised in the rural community of Bear Creek, Ohio. His father worked as the foreman in one of the region's many nearby coal mines, while his mother earned a meagerly part-time wage at the Scioto County High School as a substitute teacher. Surrounded by nature and little else, the small family managed to get by contently, albeit not comfortably. However, as clean energy anti-pollution initiatives in the 1980s led to the closure of several power plants and coal mines throughout Ohio -- including the one where Wes's father worked -- the man was laid off. He tried unsuccessfully to find work for several months, during which time he spiraled into an alcohol-fueled depression that occasionally manifested as physical abuse toward Wesley and his wife. Eventually Wes's mother chose to leave, taking her son with her, settling down and eventually remarrying to a local game warden.

Wesley's new stepdad accepted the youth and was by all outward appearances an upstanding father figure: frequently taking him on trips into the wilderness of Ohio in order to hike, camp, fish, and especially hunt various species of game as a bonding exercise. He also encouraged him to become actively involved in the local Boy Scouts Troop. But soon enough, the warden proved to be little better than his biological father after Wes discovered him taking bribes from local poachers as part of a protection racket. The cycle of physical and emotional abuse reignited -- continuing throughout Emmett's adolescence as his stepfather often made him complicit in his crimes by forcing him to run illegal errands for him under the threat of violence to him or his mother.

In high school, Wesley proved to be an unremarkable student, but an exceptional athlete. He lettered on the varsity football, wrestling, and baseball teams several years in a row. He had a small, tight-knit group of friends -- many of which were athletes like him. However, he was regarded by many as a troublemaker and a bully, frequently attracting the ire of schoolteachers and administrators... and occasionally from law enforcement in the local community. Despite multiple suspensions and a brief stint in juvenile detention, his age and his parents' connections prevented him from seeing serious consequences. A talented offensive tackle and wrestler, he had high hopes of receiving a scholarship to compete for Ohio State University, though the school seemed initially hesitant to recruit him given his lackluster academic background and history of disciplinary issues. He was ultimately granted a scholarship, only to be disappointed when he discovered that the athletic prowess which had served him so well in high school didn't measure up at the collegiate level. Wesley was quickly relegated to the practice squad, riding the bench and being forced to watch his teammates compete.

This frustration led to Emmett lashing out, taking part in a drunken brawl at an after-game party. Despite being taken into custody he was ultimately released without charges for the incident, though he was cut from the football and wrestling programs. His grades deteriorated and ultimately he dropped out of university altogether. Left with few prospects, he enlisted with the United States Army as a Cavalry Scout. Following two tours in Iraq, he transferred from active duty to the National Guard in order to settle down, find work, and pursue a degree from a nearby community college. After moving around between a series of odd blue-collar jobs -- bouncing in clubs, working construction, and serving as a freight loader -- he attended a local employment fair for veterans and approached a booth for the Ohio Department of Rehabilitation and Correction.

Wesley promptly applied to become a Correctional Officer, making it through the academy and being assigned to the newly-constructed Lincoln State Correctional Center. He worked there for over a decade thereafter, making his way up the ranks to become one of the senior members of the institution's Special Response Team. A moderate number excessive use-of-force and other complaints were filed against him over the years, though the evidence against him was never been considered sufficient to pursue disciplinary action. In truth, Emmett did use the influence of his position to his advantage: most often by smuggling contraband into the prison.

With the beginning of the outbreak, Wesley chose to ignore the deployment orders he received from his National Guard unit. Instead he remained steadfastly behind the walls of LSCC and the safety they provided, all under the guise of doing his duty while the world fell apart around him. He continued to carry out the same role as he had before the outbreak: maintaining order within the prison... at least until the balance of power began to irrevocably shift. With it, Wesley's loyalty shifted as well. Seeing the writing on the wall, Emmett used his unique access to the prison -- and in particular its armory and security systems -- to assist in overthrowing the previous warden and his cronies. This has earned him no small amount of goodwill with the new leadership, with whom Wes has done his level best to ingratiate himself by serving as a keen-eyed and able-bodied sentry against threats... both within and without.
 
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    37 – male – previously the Lieutenant of Aryan Brotherhood and in for life, now a high ranking Samaritan

    in a one-sidedly open relationship with his "prison wife" – responsible for overseeing the cage and pit fighting

    stoic – prideful – fair – religious – loyal – territorial – possessive – blunt

 
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    32 - male - former and current drag queen, current Samaritans Madam

    Wifey to Derek Boone, became his wife in prison prior to the Samaritan's takeover.
    He oversees the prison's prostitutes, male and female, designates their ranking, and ensures client satisfaction.
    He also ensures the safety of his boys and girls, black-listing clients when necessary.

    Outgoing - Outrageous - Loyal - Protective
 
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Information​

Name: Jack Price

Nicknames: Jackie, Crawfish (callsign)

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Languages: English, Cajun French

Community: Samaritans

Role: Scout (Privileged)

Physical Description​

Face Claim: Chris Hemsworth

Jack is a large man, standing 6’4 and weighing 240 pounds. He isn’t very cut, but what he lacks in aesthetics he makes up for in strength. He has the remnants of a brown high-and-tight haircut that’s grown out quite a bit, and a roughly groomed beard to match. His eyes are dark green. There are multiple scars across his body from years of combat, and his hands are calloused and rough.

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Traits​

Determined: When Jack is assigned to a job, the job gets done. No doubt about it.

Charismatic: Always the life of the party, Jack is quick to crack a joke in even the most serious of times.

Impulsive: Jack has never been one to think things through. Rather, to do exactly the opposite. He acts with his gut when confronted with any decision, rather that’s the right choice or not.

Obsessive: Any time he enters a room, Jack can’t get his mind off of the important bits: how many exits? How many people? Possible places of cover? How thick is the surface? It can be distracting, and he has a tendency to always sit with his back against the wall if he can help it.

Markers​

Knife To Meet You: Jack’s body is covered in scars, but the most notable is a large slash across his chest from meeting the business end of a machete. The perpetrator didn’t fare well, but Jack’s doctor said it could’ve killed him. He didn’t care.

Large & In Charge: He’s a big dude, no two ways about it.

Good Ol’ Boy: Jack speaks with a very heavy cajun accent, lapsing into French when excited or angered.

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History​

Jack was born to a family without much money. His father, Silas, worked in a steel mill and his mother, Ava, was a school teacher. In contrast to his mother’s profession, he wasn’t the best academically. Mostly opting to just get by in class rather than excel, but he got by well enough. He played defensive end on the varsity team, and was a vital asset in them winning state two years in a row. At 18, an army recruiter came to his high school and gave a pitch during an assembly that resonated with him, causing him to take a pamphlet. When it came time to decide on college, he shuddered at the thought of going through more schooling and, with some push-back from his parents, joined the military.

When it came time to review his ASVAB scores, he tested highly to be an 11B grunt, and soon-after was deployed to Kandahar. Jack served with distinction, seeing combat a handful of times before his 21st birthday and applying to ranger school. After graduation, he moved to Georgia in order to be close to the FOB and met an intelligence officer named Jessica. The two became fast friends and, eventually, much more than that. She was only slightly older than Jack and after three years of dating, the two were married.

Years later, Jessica was transferred to an office in Cleveland and Jack followed. Their marriage was strained at times between Jack’s deployments, but it was nothing that they couldn’t work out. Eventually, Jessica gave birth to their daughter, Megan, who was the light of Jack’s life. He kept a photo of the two of them in his vest when he was operating, and had a 10-5-19 tattooed below his right collarbone in commemoration of the birth.

During his most recent time home, he took his family to the state fair. They rode rides, played games, and made a wonderful childhood memory for Megan. For a moment, Jack left his family to get them some more tickets before something put him on high alert. The crowd began to run towards the entry gates, screaming. The rides halted and people were being unbuckled as fast as the carnies could muster. Looking back, he could hardly see his family through the thrall of panicking citizens. A glance to the source of the panic left him nearly frozen. Hundreds of what he could only describe as undead were climbing the fences to the east and south, swarming fairgoers. He looked back to his family and began sprinting towards them, but with the fleeing people, he could only watch as they too were swarmed. His only choice was to run, and it’s something that he can never forgive himself for.

After making it out of the fair, he realized that it was much larger than that. The entire city had been overrun. Citizens were scrambling to no avail, the roads were clogged with cars, and people were being eaten by the horde. Jack stuck to the shadows, recovering a handgun from a fallen police officer to protect himself if it came to that, but he made it back home where he assembled a go bag from his supplies and sentimental items. His home wouldn’t last him long and he knew he couldn’t survive using it as a base, so he set out in hopes of finding somewhere with a higher level of security. First, he tried the CIA field office in the central city but it was too far gone. Next, the high school was the same story. As a last ditch effort, he turned his hopes towards the Lincoln State Correctional Center.

Upon arrival at the prison, he was greeted with expected hostility. However, to him it meant that the prison was fortified and (debatably) safe. He was disarmed and brought inside where he was locked in a cell for a time. Not sure if it was the military-grade kevlar he came in with or the kitted-out M4 carbine in his go bag, but it was pieced together that he was military and, therefore, possibly useful. To prove himself, he was sent with a small scavenging party on a run that eventually went pear-shaped in the worst way, but he managed to fend off the swarming undead long enough to give the others a window to run before doing so himself. After doing so, he was looked upon favorably by the higher-ups, even though he didn’t agree with much that they stood for. Jack was appointed as a scout due to his proficiency in stealth and he figured it was a small price to pay for survival.

Skills​

Whisper In The Wind: Despite his size, he can be in and out without a trace. If something ties him to a place he’s been, he wants it to.

Put ‘Em Up: In a fist-fight, it’s usually no contest. Years of training in Judo, Krav Maga, and Brazilian Ju-Jitsu have paid off in spades

Boomsticks: Never one for blades, Jack prefers good ol’ lead-slinging, case ejecting ballistic firearms, and he can take one apart and put it back together with his eyes closed. The bigger the round, the bigger the grin on his face as he sends it as far as need-be

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Vices​

If you got ‘em: Although a rarity these days, Jack loves a good cigarette or cigar….okay fine, it doesn’t have to be good.

My Precious: Strangely, he’s a massive collector. Baseball cards, watches, whatever. It doesn’t have to have value to the world to have value to him.

Splash the pot: He used to have a poker league with some of his friends, and regularly took them to the cleaners on Saturday Nights.

Facts​

He secretly loves tabletop role playing games. Delta Green is his favorite, but he can get down with good ol’ d&d from time-to-time. He may be simple, but he’s good at world-building.

There was a rumor going around that he killed 8 people with 6 bullets one time on deployment, but he will neither confirm nor deny it.

During his first week in the rangers, he took the fall for a prank some of his bunk mates pulled on a superior officer. He hated the punishment, but it earned a lot of respect for him among his peers

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BASICS

Name: Pandora Davis
Nickname: N/A
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Pandora is a tall lady, about 5'9" in height, with a triangle-shaped figure. She is light-skinned and has a freckled face, especially across her nose and cheeks. Her eyes are dark and her hair is naturally tightly coiled and dark brown. Her lips are plump and she has a subtle roman nose. Though she doesn't have a stereotypically strong figure, she spent a lot of time in the gym when she wasn't working at the hospital. She has the lobes of her ears pierced but these holes have closed since the apocalypse began.

PERSONALITY



HISTORY

Pandora grew up as an only child as her parents struggled with fertility issues. Her mother and father were over the moon to finally have the baby she wanted and were determined to spoil her as much as they could. However, they were a low-income family. They simply didn't have the money to treat her to the things she wanted.

From a young age, Pandora was bright. Her father was the kind of dad to brag about all of her accomplishments to his friends. How she walked early, talked early, learned to read and write early... He hesitated to mention the tutoring he and his wife were giving her behind the scenes. Pandora was just naturally bright!

Her parents had never been to university and worked typical blue-collar jobs, so having a genius child seemed like a blessing. They desperately wanted her to do the best she could and put a lot of pressure on her to get good grades. By 15, she was burnt out. Her grades began to slip and she could feel her parents' disappointment. In truth, they loved her all the same, but she felt like a failure. When the pressure got too much, she attempted suicide.

This was a wake-up call for her and her parents. They wanted to make sure she knew grades didn't matter in the grand scheme of things. She spent some time in a psychiatric hospital and, though she tried to go easier on herself, she still struggled with anxiety. WIP bbyyyyy
 
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BASICS

Name: Miyu Nagase
Nickname: N/A
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Nationality: Japanese

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

WIP

PERSONALITY

WIP

HISTORY

Miyu was born in Japan, however her mother had many partners and wasn't sure who had fathered her. She was addicted to drugs and Miyu was confiscated from her in the hospital, instead put into foster care.

She was passed through many foster homes throughout her childhood. Though many of these were no fault of her own, it became harder to house her once she got into her teen years. This was when she began to lose her hearing. It was very subtle at first, her foster parents believed she wasn't paying attention to them and simply needed to spend less time distracted. Then, she started to struggle in class and again, her foster parents believed she wasn't trying hard enough. Miyu was afraid of being abandoned again if she told them what was wrong, hoping she could simply pretend everything was okay.

It was a teacher that finally realized what was happening and, against Miyu's wishes, told her foster parents. Though they denied it having anything to do with her deafness, her foster home fell through once more. It was much harder to find her a foster home as a deaf teen and the foster agency planned on keeping her in a group home until she was old enough to live on her own. However, a kind staff member did some research into her family and found her aunt. Though she was living in America, her aunt was willing to have Miyu flown out to live with her and her son, Haru.

Miyu lived with them up until she was 18, however on her way home to school, she was involved in a car accident. It was winter, the road was slippery, and the driver lost control, colliding with Miyu on the pavement. The accident led to a traumatic brain injury and Miyu spent her 19th birthday in an induced coma in hospital. When she awoke, the outbreak had already begun, but some of the hospital staff had stayed behind to care for the remaining patients who hadn't already fled.
 
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BASICS

Name: Kurt Blackwood
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Role: Prisoner

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Face Claim: David Lyons

Kurt stands at 5'9 and weighs roughly 167 pounds. His community was doing well on food, thus he kept up his weight and what workouts he could do to stay in survival shape. He has a tattoo of an eagle on his right shoulder blade, as well as a few scars on his body he gained over the years. A medium sized scar on his left cheek from a knife wound. If asked about it he tells a false story that it happened after the world fell.

PERSONALITY

Kurt's the type of person to remove himself from situations he doesn't feel he needs to be in. The man doesn't often hold back when speaking with anyone. He has a way of doing things and seeing them done, though he doesn't hold his own opinions or way of doing things particularly higher than anyone else's. Though as a former council member of a different group, now a prisoner, he finds himself without much say or opinion in anything currently.

Trust is a mixed bag with Kurt, he doesn't hand it out easily. However he will give most a fair chance on such topics. The man prioritizes the safety of the people he above almost all else. Doing anything to jeopardize that safety will easily put him at odds with that person. This list is small however, after the loss of the hospital and its members. Kurt's pretty stubborn, he has a hard time knowing when to quit. That said he's not relentless, and will eventually backdown given enough reasoning.

HISTORY


Kurt never met his father, and his mother was essentially a deadbeat. Kurt spent much of his young life moving around, staying home alone, and in the foster system. His mother always came back to get him no matter how long she was gone, which could be weeks or months at a time. That was, until the one time she didn't. At fifteen Kurt was always in some sort of trouble, but he had to get by any way he could while his mom wasn't around. The system didn't have hopes for him to be placed anywhere at his age, plus his record. So they reached out to anyone related to him. This was how Kurt ended up living with an uncle he didn't know about in Indianapolis. Reggie Morris wasn't exactly looking to take care of a kid, but sometimes you alter your life for someone who shares your blood. Reggie was a biker and salesman for the Leyland Eagle's Motorcycle Club, a much bigger family than Kurt ever expected to be thrown into. And in the years to come he did become a part of that family, having his own ride, making a living detailing other rides and being a part of a group he could trust.

Ten years later however was a different story. Kurt found himself a part of the shadier part of the club's business. A very small portion of the Eagles' community ran a little drug operation and Kurt was one of them. Things went sideways when one of the members had been arrested, made a deal, and named some names. This left Kurt doing a prison sentence as well as losing the respect of most of his peer's and family. By the time he got out of prison five years later his surrogate father had already passed away. Three years later and the apocalypse hit, leaving the man scrambling to stay alive. He spent months on his own, taking life day by day until he came across the Hospital and the group within. And after proving himself to that community he found a spot on it's council, helping it prosper and survive. Something he did his best with, but in the end he couldn't stop it from falling. Kurt's still not sure what happened, the dead got in, there was shooting all around and inside the building. He'd been asleep when it had started, and barely made it out alive. The sight of those he'd lived alongside of lying lifeless on the ground as he escaped still haunts him. After about a week on his own and borderline spiraling, Kurt got it in his head that this had to be the work of the other group in the area. The two had a skirmish recently in which they had wounded on both sides. But this had to be retaliation right? Their scouts had reported the groups location roughly and Kurt set out with a goal in mind, hurt them and possibly die in the process.

It was out of character for him for the most part. But Kurt was in the midst of a breakdown, and wasn't thinking too clearly. After arriving at the school he'd immediately gotten into a fight with the first guy who'd gotten too close outside the gates. Before things could escalate further however, Miyu showed up from beyond the walls and the sight of her stopped Kurt in his tracks. This made it easy for him to be subdued in that moment. After finding out that they'd taken the girl in and after she expressed that she didn't believe they had any part in the hospital's downfall, Kurt finally gave up on fighting and allowed them to lock him in a room. The man wasn't sure if he completely believed it but he wasn't interested in risking Miyu's place with these people over whatever notions he had. So he became their prisoner, both for the ruckus he caused as well as being the one who shot Harry Cox and put him into a coma. So that's where he's been ever since, the last so many weeks.
 
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BASICS

Name: Connor Riley
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Role: A stray in charge of keeping a child alive.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Hair: Black
Skin: White
Eyes: Blue
Build: 5'10", athletic, somewhat bulky
Distinguishing Features:
-Burn scars coat his hands and arms up his shoulders.
PERSONALITY

Connor is a compassionate man who does his best to look out for others within his means. Of course, not to his own detriment. These days he prefers to keep contact with others scarce as it'll inevitably end up as a recruitment pitch or getting robbed and he's not keen on either. Connor has commitment issues when it comes to forming bonds with most people.

Connor is: Loyal, compassionate, empathetic, fierce, wishy-washy, and nervous.

HISTORY

Formerly belonging to the state's national guard, Connor spent the first several weeks of the outbreak under military orders to save as many government officials as possible in an operation codenamed "Archangel". The idea was that while other units focused on evacuating civilians, his platoon could get the big-wigs out so they could fall into leadership roles in refugee camps. What a joke; Most of those trucks never even made it to camps. Connor spent much of that time laying low in buildings or riding through the streets shooting anything that moved-- at night he didn't even know if the targets were infected or not. One by one, his platoon succumbed to hopelessness and death either going AWOL or joining the hordes of dead overrunning checkpoints and COPs alike.

Thirty-seven days after the initial outbreak, Connor found a couple beating against the window of a car. They were already reanimated and scraping against the glass in a rabid effort to get at something within. Connor was low on ammo, but as he turned to leave he spotted what it was they were trying to get to: a kid, most likely their son. The kid didn't seem to know much of what was going on and was trying his best to get through the child locks and out into the embrace of his family where he would meet a gruesome end. The soldier levelled his rifle and dispatched the dead. That was when Connor met Tanner, a traumatized mess of kid swallowed up by a chaotic world that made no sense and protected by the man who he'd just seen 'murder' his parents. That was a misunderstanding that took a long time to get over.

Connor clicked off his radio abandoning the handful of his platoon that was still alive. Something about that horrible sight broke something inside him; he would keep the kid safe no matter what.

In the many months since, Connor has taught Tanner what he can about survival and the two have made a competent, reclusive duo on the edges of the city.
 
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BASICS

Name: Blake 'Huey' Hughes
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual (Male-Leaning)
Role: Prisoner

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Face Claim: Henry Cavill

At 5'11 and 185lbs Blake is stocky from a lifetime of fitness drilled into him by the military has kept him in good shape, even these days. His black hair has started to grow out longer than it's been in years due to neglect as well as his current bedridden condition. He's got a handful of small scars on his body from any number of things, most of which one might not notice without getting close.

PERSONALITY

Blake has spent the majority of his life in the Marines, so there's an easily noticed discipline to him. Still, the man is more than a soldier and while he can be firm he can also be open and caring. He's spent many years with Marines under his supervision, and as such he's had to learn how to play both the role of a stern parent as well as someone that can be talked to on a personal level. Blake also never wanted to be anything like his own parents, so he was likely a bit lacking in any of the discipline and stern departments compared to others in his position. Still, he was one of the "brothers" so to speak, and would easily drift into a comfortable state with others, though more-so marines. To that point he often found himself as the person his marines would come to with both personal and professional problems, or if they just needed to talk. And he took pride in that, because being the person relied on wasn't something he ever expected or experienced.

Blake also has a little bit of a temper, one that when it rears it's head, he has a hard time reining it in. Usually some time to cool off is needed afterwards. He's known to be stubborn as hell as well. The marine is also a bit of a workaholic, and occasionally tends to push himself too hard without realizing until someone calls him out on it. Easily the type to take care of someone else's needs before his own.

HISTORY

Blake grew up with an older brother in Orlando, Florida. His parents were strict, always expecting him to be his best. Especially because his older brother, Danny, was setting such a high example. But when Blake wasn't, even by a little. He was met with harsh consequences, as a kid he learned to fear his fathers belt much like other kids. As he got older the punishment changed to groundings and limited time to enjoy that which he enjoyed. But to an arguably harsh level, like getting a B in Math ending with a week of grounding or not being allowed to watch TV. Life was spent much in his older brothers shadow, and he found himself distancing himself from his brother because of it. Danny would go onto enlist with the Marine's, something their parents didn't agree with but given he was the golden child they didn't argue.

As puberty set in he really started to rebel against his parents and their strict regime, to the point that nearly half of the nights in a week were spent anywhere but home. Still he went to school, and attempted to keep up the high grades. But between the home environment and trying to take his free time into his own hands, Blake just couldn't. This would only escalate as the years went on, the teenager simply spiraling harder the more his parents tried to stop it. Eventually it got to the point that when he did show his face at home he'd either end up in shouting matches with his mother, or minor physical altercations with his father.

The day after he turned Eighteen Blake decided to go back home with the intent to rub his newfound freedom in his parents home and pack anything he wanted, but instead found his parents in an emotional state. His parents informed him that Danny had died in a car accident the day before, while apparently out looking for Blake to celebrate his birthday. Blake confirmed this after charging his phone and seeing texts and calls, his brother wasn't home often so usually he got a heads up but it was a surprise visit. This was a sobering experience that sent Blake in a different direction, though he knew he had no future at home or any further schooling. So he got his diploma and went into training to become a Marine himself without fully knowing why. Maybe he was chasing after his brothers ghost or just trying to measure up to him, who knew.

The overall experience did Blake good, he learned discipline well enough in the environment. Over time Blake found something akin to family with the other marines, something he never wanted to give up. Seventeen years and five tours later he was Staff Sergeant Blake Hughes. And when the world started falling apart he did as he was told, he'd been on a tour in the Middle East at the time that the dead started coming back to life. Blake and his squad had been on basic patrol around the outskirts of the base after communications started having issues, when one of the Heli's flying in and out crash landed not far from him and his marines. Blake pulled the pilot from the crash while the rest of the team was forced to deal with the rest of the crew. Not long after everyone was called back home as things worsened on a global level. Both his team and the pilot they'd rescued were put to work evacuating civilian's from the smaller towns in Washington, but eventually communication with any levels of authority went dark.

The group ended up in Seattle after finding out that there was a group of military and refugee's still holding there. This made sense for a month or two but problems started rearing up over time, and Blake started to see the writing on the wall. Being the highest ranking individual who wasn't an officer he stated his concerns and even offered advice on how they might remedy the situation. The higherup's however, weren't interested in listening and didn't heed anything he said. Blake had little interest in watching the ship sink, and even less being on it when it did. So he did what he could, he rallied up any of his men who were interested in leaving and did so alongside with the pilot they'd grown to be friends with. In total their group had eight members. It was a difficult decision to just leave people but Hughes felt he had no choice and a part of him hoped that seeing people desert would make them rethink their stance.

Now free to go wherever they pleased the group opted to start travelling across the country on foot, many of the group wanted to seek out their homes to try and find their families. So they'd plotted out the route, the plan was that once they hit Nebraska two of the Marine's would break off and travel south to Texas given their homes were so far off the path. Blake saw this as a mission, the mission even, and he intended to see them through it. However three weeks into the trek they lost Gavin to a bite, cementing the reality they were facing now. Blake himself wasn't sure if he'd actually head back to Orlando in search of his parents, their relationship had gotten better over the years but mostly it became harder and harder to believe they survived the initial outbreak. Instead the only location he'd marked on the map for personal reasons was an address just inside of Ohio.

When they'd arrived at said destination he'd gone inside, asking for privacy while the other four waited outside. Hughes didn't remain inside long but once he'd emerged it was clear that he'd not gotten the answer he'd been seeking by coming here. The man had steeled himself, though he'd discovered a truck in the garage. One that he was adamant about taking, and so they did, traveling deeper into the state of Ohio. Things don't always go as planned however, and losing his brothers, as well as getting injured and taken captive by a group of murderous assholes living in a prison certainly wasn't part of the plan. The Samaritan's kept him alive after the accident, inducing a coma due to a brain injury. Hughes also lost his left leg, the limb was far too mangled after the accident. It wasn't until a few weeks ago that he woke, in and out of consciousness before he truly came around and learned all of what had happened.

OTHER

~ Wears his brothers dogtags alongside his own.
~ Terribly uncomfortable in cramped or confined spaces, borderline claustrophobic.
~ Has terribly bad dreams that wake him up abruptly on occasion, these have become more common for him since the world went to shit.
~ Once had coffee every morning and desperately misses it.
~ Callsign in the Marine's was 'Huey' because in his early days Hughes would tend to 'fly' in and make a mess of things much like a Heli would when landing. It stuck.
~ Often found himself at odds with superior officer's or command for his actions.
~ Refused to accept any rank promotions after a point due to not wanting to be around those same people, as well as wanting to stay in the trenches so to speak. Hughes was comfortable in the dirt.
~ Tries to avoid alcohol for the most part, doesn't usually handle being drunk well. It can be a bit of a slippery slope for Blake.
~ An absolute sucker for good food, it's one if his weaknesses.
~ Lost his left leg in his 'meeting' with the Samaritan's.
 
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BASICS
Full Name: Victor Braaten
Nickname: Vic, Doc, Doctor B.
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Affiliation: Samaritans
Role: Doctor
Pre-Apocalypse Employment: Neurologist
Birthplace: Fargo, North Dakota

APPEARANCE & STYLE
Face Claim: Richard Madden

Details: 6'0", blue eyes, dark brown hair.

Description: Lean from constantly being up and moving around while not always having a decent meal, he usually has some dark circles under his eyes. He tries to keep his dark hair as decent-looking as he can, but lately it is starting to get longer and curl. He has a bad habit of forgetting to shave (or not having time), and his prickly five-o'clock shadow is an ever-present feature.

Clothes: Gone are the days of business casual or scrubs. Victor keeps it simple and utilitarian. He's gathered up a collection of cargo pants, work shirts, and t-shirts - usually with sports logos on them. He wears dark brown hiking boots, not trusting sneakers to hold up in the event he ever has to book it out of the prison for some reason. His favorite articles of clothing are his bright green John Deere baseball cap, and his equally-green North Dakota Fighting Hawks jersey from back when he played hockey for the University of North Dakota, before his med school days. He tends to wear the jersey to bed now days, not wanting to get blood on it. Its a comforting reminder of the time before the prison and the dead.

Notable Details: Free of tattoos and piercings. He has a scar on the back of his right calf from when he fell off a tractor as a kid. The story behind that one is just as dull as it sounds - he was just being a dumb kid, screwing around on farm equipment.

PERSONALITY
Quiet on the surface, it'd be easy to mistake Victor for just another kind soul and a good Midwestern farm boy. He likes to keep that façade up just enough for people to think he's not out to cause any trouble or become a problem. In truth, Victor has some anger problems, is demanding and overly-critical when it comes to his work, and can be a downright rude bastard to people who don't live up to his expectations. He mostly takes his frustrations out on the "volunteers" around him, yelling at anyone who doesn't put supplies back in the right place or otherwise follow his instructions. He runs the prison's medical bay as a tight ship, as much as can be possible.

He was always like this, but he's only gotten worse the longer he stays at the prison. This is due largely in part because he's now gone a solid amount of time without medication for his anxiety. His obsessive-compulsive personality has been left unchecked, professionally or otherwise. He's smart enough to keep his mouth shut around prison authority, however, and he's well-trained on how to have a good bedside manner - positive, polite, and productive, as his mentors taught him.

Likes: Hockey, being outdoors, snowball fights, being in control, order and organization, reading, country music, the color green, beer, BBQs

Dislikes: Confined spaces, disorder and disorganization, not being listened to, loud noises

Motivations: Maintaining in a position of control & authority in the medical area in order to keep his privileges at the prison

Fears: Failure, dying painfully, being put in the fighting pit, his anxiety getting uncontrollably worse

Habits: Drinking, pacing back and forth, bouncing his leg when amped up or nervous, playing with pens until they break, paying off a scavenger to find him anything for anxiety

HISTORY
A neurologist by training, Victor worked at a nearby large nonprofit clinic as an intensive care neurology specialist before the Fall. One day was perfectly normal, and the next he was put on mandatory overtime and not allowed to return home. Patients showing bizarre symptoms were flooding in, and the clinic needed all hands on deck. They couldn’t send any patients out to the major area hospitals - they were told there was no room anymore; the hospitals had the same problems. Nobody knew what was going on.

Days blurred together and he barely slept, running around the clinic trying to save whoever he could, and failing every time. People were dropping dead hours after showing up, only to rise again shortly thereafter - terrifying in the way they moved and attacked people despite being clearly, medically, dead. At first, he was able to lock himself in a secure room with a few bodies, trying to run scans and tests to figure out what was going on. He got nowhere, and nothing he found made sense.

Wing by wing, portions of the clinic became unsafe due to the number of dead. Ambulances were disappearing, going out to answer more calls but never returning. Staff of all positions were dying too - or abandoning the clinic to return to their families. Having no family or partner living nearby, with parents living in North Dakota, Victor didn’t have much to return home to, so he stayed. Victor pulled quadruple duty as a doctor, nurse, custodian, and security guard while the clinic devolved into chaos. Supplies were running low - not just medical supplies, but food as well. One by one, the remaining staff and patients ran or were killed. Eventually, Victor decided he needed to leave as well.

JOINING THE SAMARITANS
Victor didn’t make it all that far before he was picked up by a passing Samaritan scavenger group. Immediately informing them he was a doctor and would be happy to help their group in exchange for safety, the scavengers brought Victor back to the prison - without telling him that was where they lived. By the time he arrived, it was too late for him to back out on his deal, as he was informed at gunpoint.

Tossed into a cell for several days, Victor waited in fear to find out if he’d be allowed to live or not. Finally, his cell door opened one day, and an enforcer threw his old clothes at him. He was told to get up, get dressed, and get to work.

Since then, Victor has been working within the prison’s medical facility, doing whatever needs to be done to help those living within its walls - including amputations and other surgeries done on the fly with a barbaric level of tools and medications.

In all honesty, the Samaritans terrify him, and he does not sleep easy knowing he’s surrounded by armed convicts. He doesn’t know if this is better or worse than what he could have found if he’d simply started walking the other direction. For a time, he considered leaving, but realized he’d likely never get far - not alone, not without supplies, and not without angry people chasing after him. He has a near constant struggle with insomnia, between this fear and the constant nightmares and flashbacks of the horrors he saw at the clinic.

Due to his skills as a doctor, Victor has risen to the rank of privileged, which turned out to be a bit of a blessing - enforcers and others at the prison give him more leeway to keep to himself. He doesn’t get much free time at the prison, because Samaritans have a tendency to keep getting themselves hurt in new and creative ways each day. When he does, he either goes to the bar to drink his stress away, or finds a quiet place outside to stare at the sky and simply exist in peace.
RELATIONSHIPS
Parents & Siblings: Victor came from one of those "large Catholic families" with lots of children - three brothers and a sister, to be exact. All but one brother still live in the Fargo area, with the second-oldest having moved to Texas years ago for work. Victor is the youngest of all his siblings. He hasn't had any contact with his family since the dead started walking, and has no idea if any are still alive.
 
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    All alone and trapped in time...
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    Sapphire Julienne Mason









    nickname(s)

    Sapphy, Gem, Tinker/Tinker Girl, Little Bird, Birdie









    Age

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    Gender

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    Spiritual Leader/Tinkerer









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BASICS

Name: Wendellen Walker
Nickname: Wren
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Demisexual (Male preference)
Nationality: American (Cherokee Nation)

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Wren is a 5 ‘9 tall man with tan skin and a lanky, lean build. His black hair is long and straight, often worn braided or tied back out of his face in a ponytail or loose bun. His brown eyes are laced with a certain, soul-deep sadness, but one could imagine he was doe-eyed once. He’s scrawny looking with a sort of feminine figure, but is far from helpless and is plenty strong enough to get things done. He has two tribal style tattoos, one of a water spider on his neck and another of a bird being shot on his pec.

PERSONALITY

Wren is kind hearted by nature, but lost his faith in people being good a long, long time ago. He's quiet and prefers being alone, ideally in nature, but he takes what he can get these days. Children are his soft spot and the only place he can find it in him to believe in goodness.
He’s knowledgeable on a wide variety of herbs, edible plants, fungi, and animals, partially from experience and partially from a genuine interest in the subject since he was little.
He's always had a knack for manipulation but has gotten better at it in recent years, lying through his teeth more often than not. He finds it harder than not to be honest these days. He's not ashamed of his actions and isn't particularly concerned with what happens to him, so long as his loved ones are safe.

HISTORY

Wren is more of an object of Marx’s than a person, working as a scavenger in between creating field guides of edible plants. Reception is mixed otherwise, with the common consensus being that he’s useless and is only here because Marx likes him. Some more observant people may notice his tendency to shift his morals depending on who he's talking to and distrust him as a result.

Wren didn't join the Samaritans willingly. Marx took over his settlement, The Reserve, about a year ago. He didn't act then, instead playing along and with Marx’s ego while studying the Samaritan’s firepower. When Marx started coming onto him, he didn't have much of a choice. He played into it with the hopes of better supplies and rights for his group, which worked for a time, but backfired when Marx decided to bring Wren home to the prison with him.

Wren was a park ranger pre-apocalypse and was one of the senior rangers at Blackwater Creek Nature Reserve and Discovery Center. While he wasn't an educator, he did occasionally fill in when other employees were out of work, especially during the summer months when camp was in session. He had hoped to spend the rest of his life there, eventually managing the park, settling down, and starting a family. He still had that hope even when the apocalypse started, working his ass off to make the reserve a safe place for him and his community.

These days, he's just thankful he doesn't have the biology to get knocked up.
 
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