Realistic or Modern Flesh and Blood: Evergreen CS

[CaineCase]

Update:
I think i'm going to put a due date for the forms.
Due Date:
October 22 Tuesday
I might extend depending on the work I get done before hand or if anything comes up

Hey, here's the character application, its gonna be pretty simple. I ask you just be reasonable with your characters, obviously no Mary/Garys.
Alright, here you go:

Name: (Could be a real name, or whatever they go by now or both. Get wild, get crazy)
Age: (How long have they been on this god forsaken earth?)
Appearance: (Could be a description, a picture, or both I don't mind.)
Personality: (Totally optional, you could let it shine through in the RP.)
Backstory: (Backstory™)
Gear: (Your character can have something from as simple as a spiked baseball bat, to a hunting rifle. You can get crazy, but anything military grade is not quite accessible yet)
Special Skills: (Does your character have a special skill that a compound like Evergreen would find useful? Think trades, anything in the medical field, farming, ranching, etc.)
Additional Notes: (Anything you want to add that I may have missed up there.)

I don't mind if you use a different format to this as long as I get the same basic information. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.​

 

[Lilliana2]

Can they have pets?

 

[CaineCase]

Can they have pets?

Oh, good question! Yes, we'll say for now, let's play it be ear.

 

[v e n u s]

WIP (will make pretty later)


Name: Krysta Bishop
Age: Twenty-three
Appearance: (Could be a description, a picture, or both I don't mind.)
Personality: (Totally optional, you could let it shine through in the RP.)
Backstory: (Backstory™)
Gear: scoped hunting rifle - worn dark green backpack - a hunting knife - multitool - metal canteen
Special Skills: Trading - Scavenging - Hunter - Decent Sniper
Additional Notes: She has a female german shepard named Doe, who she brings with her on trips to the city.

 

[ObitoPancake]

(might look into making this pretty later, but getting the important stuff out of the way now!)

Name: "Big" Jesse Dalton

Age: 47

Appearance: Tall and burly, Jesse is what you would call...intimidating. There's definitely a reason they call this man "Big" Jesse. His greying black hair is self-cut, sporting a fairly unique look given Jesse's less-than-expertise in the art of trimming. It's buzzed closely on the sides and whispy on top, often falling over his milk chocolate eyes. The whisps are uneven but to see that you'd have to be near this behemoth's face. Jesse stands at 6'6" and sports somewhere around 250 pounds of pure muscle.

He will often wear bandanas and other accessories to cover his face if he can help it. He doesn't have anything to hide as the scarring on his face would peek from underneath anyway, he just likes the way they look. Who ever said fashion ended with the fall of modern society?

Notable scars on his face include a split bottom lip running all the way to the tip of his chin, two jagged rips halfway down his left cheek that extend towards his jawbone, and a scar that runs from his forehead, through his right eyebrow and stops just above the eye.


Personality: Generally mild-mannered, Jesse likes to spend most of his time quietly and without much interaction. He doesn't hate others by any means, just finds talking a bit too tiring for his tastes. Firm believer in actions speaking louder than words. He will often speak in five words or less, though it's unknown of strengthening your bond with him will change that.

Backstory: Unextraodinary in nearly every way, Jesse has always sported one unique attribute: his strength. While his childhood was nothing to write home about, the stories he has about his late teens and early twenties are interesting. Straight out of high school, Jesse found himself turning to less-than-stellar ways of earning a quick buck. Underground fighting rings and boxing left him with a few scars. After nearly losing his right eye to his profession, Jesse went on to look for work in a different field.

It didn't take long for him to find his passion in the woodwork field. Before patient zero, Jesse would often whittle and carve things out of wood. He’s no Picasso, but he is quite apt at what he does.

Gear:
Brass Knuckle rings- 10 stainless steel rings all adorned with singular spikes. Unlike brass knuckles, these allow much more movement of the hand during fights.

"Hail Mary"- A heavy steel bat that Jesse has made some modifications to. This monster has been sharpened at the tip and wrapped in barbed wire. Jesse has also adhered a fair bit of shrapnel to the bat, though it tends to fall off when he uses it.


Special Skills: Apt at woodworking (carving, whittling, etc.), general street fighting and being a menacingly burly figure.


Additional Notes: Jesse is nearsighted but doesn't have a pair of glasses on him. His vision isn't horrible, but he will have to squint to make out text 20 feet away and beyond.

 

[CaineCase]

(might look into making this pretty later, but getting the important stuff out of the way now!)

Name: "Big" Jesse Dalton

Age: 47

Appearance: Tall and burly, Jesse is what you would call...intimidating. There's definitely a reason they call this man "Big" Jesse. His greying black hair is self-cut, sporting a fairly unique look given Jesse's less-than-expertise in the art of trimming. It's buzzed closely on the sides and whispy on top, often falling over his milk chocolate eyes. The whisps are uneven but to see that you'd have to be near this behemoth's face. Jesse stands at 6'6" and sports somewhere around 250 pounds of pure muscle.

He will often wear bandanas and other accessories to cover his face if he can help it. He doesn't have anything to hide as the scarring on his face would peek from underneath anyway, he just likes the way they look. Who ever said fashion ended with the fall of modern society?

Notable scars on his face include a split bottom lip running all the way to the tip of his chin, two jagged rips halfway down his left cheek that extend towards his jawbone, and a scar that runs from his forehead, through his right eyebrow and stops just above the eye.


Personality: Generally mild-mannered, Jesse likes to spend most of his time quietly and without much interaction. He doesn't hate others by any means, just finds talking a bit too tiring for his tastes. Firm believer in actions speaking louder than words. He will often speak in five words or less, though it's unknown of strengthening your bond with him will change that.

Backstory: Unextraodinary in nearly every way, Jesse has always sported one unique attribute: his strength. While his childhood was nothing to write home about, the stories he has about his late teens and early twenties are interesting. Straight out of high school, Jesse found himself turning to less-than-stellar ways of earning a quick buck. Underground fighting rings and boxing left him with a few scars. After nearly losing his right eye to his profession, Jesse went on to look for work in a different field.

It didn't take long for him to find his passion in the woodwork field. Before patient zero, Jesse would often whittle and carve things out of wood. He’s no Picasso, but he is quite apt at what he does.

Gear:
Brass Knuckle rings- 10 stainless steel rings all adorned with singular spikes. Unlike brass knuckles, these allow much more movement of the hand during fights.

"Hail Mary"- A heavy steel bat that Jesse has made some modifications to. This monster has been sharpened at the tip and wrapped in barbed wire. Jesse has also adhered a fair bit of shrapnel to the bat, though it tends to fall off when he uses it.


Special Skills: Apt at woodworking (carving, whittling, etc.), general street fighting and being a menacingly burly figure.


Additional Notes: Jesse is nearsighted but doesn't have a pair of glasses on him. His vision isn't horrible, but he will have to squint to make out text 20 feet away and beyond.

hes a big boy, welcome to evergreen Mr. Dalton

 

[blue-jay]

Name: Mia Thompson
Age: 26
Appearance: Mia is a relatively small, non-threatening Black girl. She stands at 5'6" at about 120 pounds. She has gingerbread-brown skin with soft, youthful features, full lips, and dark brown eyes. She could easily be mistaken for being younger than 26. She has shoulder-length, wavy black hair that she usually wears in a ponytail or bun for safety reasons. A few strands hang in her face. She has no notable markings but for a few scars from childhood bumps and bruises.
Personality: Before the apocalypse, Mia was a simple girl: sweet, hard-working, honest, and smart. But the past ten years have heavily traumatized and matured her. Although she still tries her best to be a caring and honest person, she is plagued by misplaced guilt and anger. She is fiercely independent to a fault, often fearing that she is a burden or that people suspect she's not carrying her own weight. Although she thinks of herself as being mature and she mostly is, Mia's suddenly-severed teenage life has left her with some immature tendencies. Some of those tendencies are endearing and child-like, others are snarky and hard to deal with. Mia tries hard to assume a tough exterior to keep herself from being taken advantage of, but there is still a lot of fear that she struggles with: fear of death, fear of the past, and so on. Through all of this, however, she remains dedicated, diligent, and loyal. Coming from a farming family, she believes in the value of honest work and sticking with things and people through tough times. Socially, she is rather warm and easy to talk to, but without being particularly talkative. She is easily flustered by conflict.
Backstory: Mia comes from a farming family. Some of her earliest memories are of her parents and siblings working tirelessly in the field. As she got older, she began to love her family's work and quickly picked up their knowledge. They even let her grow her own vegetable garden. Mia became very passionate about the environment and decided she wanted to do something bigger. She was homeschooled up until 8th grade, but from 9th grade onwards, her parents let attend an actual high school. Driven by the pressure of being a first-generation high school student, Mia worked very hard, aspiring to attend a college with a strong environmental engineering program.
When the infection came to her town, Mia was in class. The teacher tried to protect her and the rest of the students as chaos ensued and panic started to mount, but it wasn't long before the infected found their way within the high school. In the bloody frenzy, Mia escaped through a window. Mia wanted to go home, but she lived over forty minutes away from her school and she knew there was little chance of her getting there alive. Reluctantly, she followed a group of familiar students that was escaping in one of their cars. That group lasted for about two years before people started dying and resources started getting low. Mia left the group, and for a while, she has jumped around between groups and being on her own, desperate to survive. And now, here she is.
Gear: Mia still has one of the first weapons she ever brandished after the epidemic: a medium-sized iron shovel. She also has a small knife that she keeps in her boot.
Special Skills: Mia has extensive knowledge of farming techniques and agricultural science. She is also generally smart, proficient in math, science, and some history. She's good at applying this knowledge for tactical purposes.
Additional Notes: Nah. I think I got everything. I might add a picture for reference later though.

 

[CaineCase]

Name: Mia Thompson
Age: 26
Appearance: Mia is a relatively small, non-threatening Black girl. She stands at 5'6" at about 120 pounds. She has gingerbread-brown skin with soft, youthful features, full lips, and dark brown eyes. She could easily be mistaken for being younger than 26. She has shoulder-length, wavy black hair that she usually wears in a ponytail or bun for safety reasons. A few strands hang in her face. She has no notable markings but for a few scars from childhood bumps and bruises.
Personality: Before the apocalypse, Mia was a simple girl: sweet, hard-working, honest, and smart. But the past ten years have heavily traumatized and matured her. Although she still tries her best to be a caring and honest person, she is plagued by misplaced guilt and anger. She is fiercely independent to a fault, often fearing that she is a burden or that people suspect she's not carrying her own weight. Although she thinks of herself as being mature and she mostly is, Mia's suddenly-severed teenage life has left her with some immature tendencies. Some of those tendencies are endearing and child-like, others are snarky and hard to deal with. Mia tries hard to assume a tough exterior to keep herself from being taken advantage of, but there is still a lot of fear that she struggles with: fear of death, fear of the past, and so on. Through all of this, however, she remains dedicated, diligent, and loyal. Coming from a farming family, she believes in the value of honest work and sticking with things and people through tough times. Socially, she is rather warm and easy to talk to, but without being particularly talkative. She is easily flustered by conflict.
Backstory: Mia comes from a farming family. Some of her earliest memories are of her parents and siblings working tirelessly in the field. As she got older, she began to love her family's work and quickly picked up their knowledge. They even let her grow her own vegetable garden. Mia became very passionate about the environment and decided she wanted to do something bigger. She was homeschooled up until 8th grade, but from 9th grade onwards, her parents let attend an actual high school. Driven by the pressure of being a first-generation high school student, Mia worked very hard, aspiring to attend a college with a strong environmental engineering program.
When the infection came to her town, Mia was in class. The teacher tried to protect her and the rest of the students as chaos ensued and panic started to mount, but it wasn't long before the infected found their way within the high school. In the bloody frenzy, Mia escaped through a window. Mia wanted to go home, but she lived over forty minutes away from her school and she knew there was little chance of her getting there alive. Reluctantly, she followed a group of familiar students that was escaping in one of their cars. That group lasted for about two years before people started dying and resources started getting low. Mia left the group, and for a while, she has jumped around between groups and being on her own, desperate to survive. And now, here she is.
Gear: Mia still has one of the first weapons she ever brandished after the epidemic: a medium-sized iron shovel. She also has a small knife that she keeps in her boot.
Special Skills: Mia has extensive knowledge of farming techniques and agricultural science. She is also generally smart, proficient in math, science, and some history. She's good at applying this knowledge for tactical purposes.
Additional Notes: Nah. I think I got everything. I might add a picture for reference later though.

A farm girl always good to have on hand, welcome to Evergreen Ms. Thompson

 

[Rocket Babydoll]

Name: The Reverend (Real name: The Reverend Doctor Claudia Guzman)

Age: 45

Appearance: Tall for a woman at six feet even, the Reverend has curly salt and pepper hair that she keeps in a messy, somewhat careless ponytail. She looks young for her age, but the crow's feet at the corners of her blue-green eyes reveal that the wild days of her youth are long since spent. She has a large, prominent nose that rests over full lips. She wears an immaculately cared for cassock under a dusty black trench coat that has long since seen better days.

Personality: On the surface, the Reverend is a quiet and motherly figure, mostly keeping to herself but not imposing or intimidating to approach. She likes to help people and can quickly become fussy if her help is refused.

Backstory: Claudia was the only girl in a family with four kids. Her father was an accomplished surgeon and her mother was an ex-Marine turned police sergeant. As a result, she, along with all of her siblings, were trained in self defense and also expected to excel and make something of themselves. Claudia grew up knowing intimately how to fire a gun, but she was the black sheep of her family. After getting in some trouble in her teenage years, she "straightened out" and decided to go to medical school. She scraped by, more concerned with the party scene than with her studies, but eventually she got her medical license and began practicing. At age 30, after the death of a patient she'd become close to, she spiraled hard, and by the next year she had lost her job and her license, drowning in self-pity. On a whim, she joined an Episcopal church. Over the next year, she got more and more involved and felt the call to ministry, which she answered. She became ordained and her life had finally turned around for the better... and then the Plague hit. Life after the end of the world was tough. During the beginning, Claudia had spent a lot of time questioning everything - her life, her faith, and her purpose. After years, she came out of the crucible stronger than ever, and now she simply wants to be of use to those around her while she still can be.

Gear: A black duffel bag with medical supplies of varying degrees of quality, from satchets of herbs to hospital-grade tools. Her mother's Desert Eagle. Vials of consecrated wine, holy water, and a container of communion wafers. A hand-carved cross and a worn-out Bible.

Special Skills: Standard post-apocalyptic gun aptitude, medical knowledge and skill

 

[Ghostiiys]

Name: Saahira Lee

Age: 23

Appearance: she has an average height of 5'5 and 130 pounds. Saahira is an albino woman. with white long hair that reaches her back and eyelashes as well as eyebrows . her skin tone is as light as can be. (guess tanning never works for her) Her eyes are a bright blue color. the only thing with some pigmentation are her lips which are a light red/pink color. Her body type is very curvy. wide hips with a small waist. she has a long scar on her arm dating back from childhood.

Personality: She is sort of a recluse but she is shy but kind. she is very distant with almost anyone. she is hesitant to break her walls to anyone but does not treat anyone wrongly or unfairly.

Backstory: Saahira has always stood out of the crowd. she never once got a break from society mainly due to her looks. She came from a family full of people who loved her for who she is and she learned her self worth was beyond what she looked like. She was only thirteen when the outbreak first occurred. It was not long after that her family began to turn. until she was left with her father who was a doctor before the outbreak. He taught her everything she knew , encounters with random people who where wounded , sick children. she learned how to treat them with what she had , with her fathers guidance. Soon he got infected , Saahira had to kill her own father , the experience was so traumatizing she could not speak for months. It was soon after she stumbled upon and was accepted into Evergreen.

Gear: You can never go wrong with a steel baseball bat.

Special Skills: Saahira has extensive medical knowledge , can stitch up wounds, CPR , treat illness , you can kind of compare her to an EMT or paramedic. she also is a great sniper , although she does stand out when trying to hide.

Spoiler: faceclaim