Realistic or Modern HIAOT CS

[BELIAL.]

CS Sheets for HIAOT​

Roster:
idalie : Arthur S.
BELIAL. : Emily S.
dmgink : Valentin K. , Cesaire F.
Seabourne : Victor H.
Colorless Spectrum : Mariya T.
nevermind. : Aaron C.
Hell0NHighWater : Wes D.

CS:

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» BASIC INFORMATION;
Name: here
Nickname(s): here
Age: (Any characters below 15 must be accompanied by an adult. Main characters are asked to be 18 and above.)
Gender: here
Prior Occupation: here

Eye Color: eyeball
Hair Color: hairball
Height | Weight: right
Tattoos | Piercings: n/a if not on the body

» PERSONALITY;
At least one paragraph of 5-6 lines; but can be bulleted if you're really lazy

» SKILLS;
✦ max
✦ four
✦ skills
✦ here

» BIOGRAPHY;
At least two paragraph of 5-6 lines; but if you're really lazy its fine but substance mmm

» EQUIPMENT;
✦ max
✦ six
✦ im
✦ nicer
✦ so
✦ six

» WEAPONS;
✦ max two, ammo too please
✦ two melee/ one side arm and one melee / give good reason if ur loaded


» CLOTHING;
✦ affects you later
✦ but we can always loot gigi hadid zombie


» OTHER;
anything else? go wild go crazy.

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[div class=card][div class=cardinfo][div class=textparent][div class=textchild]A wealthy 30-something, Richard is a sleek businessman with a charitable heart. He's had his share of cut-throat behaviour to carve his way to the top, but he comes from a history of living in the slums and living by the paycheck. He values his mother highly and his a family man, but he's not afraid to put his own safety first at times. Being selfless gets you killed, according to Richard. He still remains humble when he can keep his head straight, but in times of pressure he becomes obsessed with practicality and making the decisions. [/div][/div][/div][div class=name]Richard Ellis[/div][div class=img]

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[div class=card][div class=cardinfo][div class=textparent][div class=textchild]At 22, "Becks" was listed by Forbes as the "Youngest self-made billionaire", due to her profitable makeup company and line of fragrances. She's the heir to a oil tycoon's fortune, as well as a global chain of pharmacy stores. Becks was raised in wealth and thrust in the spotlight from the moment she was born. She's obsessed with appearances and making the cover of magazines, tabloids and even newspapers. She's been known to fancy young and famous men and to stage extravagant dates and breakups with them. Her current beau is Valentin Krovospukov, famous hockey-player.[/div][/div][/div][div class=name]Rebecca Ames[/div][div class=img]

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[div class=card][div class=cardinfo][div class=textparent][div class=textchild]Pamela is well known around the neighborhood for being vindictive, petty, and all around traumatic to be around. Though fully capable of many tasks, she plays feeble and makes the neighborhood boys mow her lawn and do her gardening-- all the while watching them through tinted sunglasses. If you call Pam out on any of her behaviours, she's quick to jump on the defense. Her offensive is even worse. She has made fights over allegedly stolen casserole recipes and supposed racial hate by anyone who isn't as snow white as her wig. She's always the victim. But hey, she's got a giant shotgun in the closet from her late husband.[/div][/div][/div][div class=name]Pamela J. Smith[/div][div class=img]

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[div class=card][div class=cardinfo][div class=textparent][div class=textchild]Simon is a simple boy, to put it plainly. He loves his girlfriend who lives in Savannah and goes to school there, and he's very loyal. He's a bit of a coward and quite awkward, but Simon is a fighter. He's got a BSC in Mechanical Engineering and dreams to start his own carpentry business. His older sister lives in Atlanta and he lives with her to try and pay back the student loans. He's got a cat named Mittens and a baseball bat named Lucille. Simon is known to joke even in the toughest of times, though he immediately regrets it. [/div][/div][/div][div class=name]Simon Baltz[/div][div class=img]

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"Don't ever talk with your eyes, be sure that you compromise, stay dead stay dead"

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» BASIC INFORMATION;
Name: Emily Elaine Saunders
Nickname(s): Em, Emmy, Emma
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Prior Occupation: Software Analyst for Archimedes Co. & Contract Programmer

Eye Color: Light Green
Hair Color: Blonde/Brown
Height | Weight: 5'7" I 130lbs
Tattoos | Piercings: Ears pierced and a scar on her lip from a lip piercing

» PERSONALITY;
Faulted by her sarcasm and uninhibited wit, Emily is fully aware she both attracts and deters people from forming close relationships with her. She's not entirely repulsive, but she's not afraid to share her thoughts and make her opinion known. Aware of how brilliant she is, and how fast her mind works, she figures herself in the right about ninety percent of the time. Yet, she is not impervious to criticisms and critiques-- it's just that they are probably inaccurate. The woman is, still, not entirely unable to apologize if truly in the face of adversity. She's fully aware that she holds the weight of situations and people's problems, and as much as she will buckle beneath it she would never intentionally let someone down. Emily is loyal just as much as she is afraid of being abandoned. She thrives with people and company, fueling her comedic nature with affirmations.

» SKILLS;
✦ Computer savvy-- inside and out
✦ Regular MacGyver at fixing/improvising
✦ Big Brain problem solving
✦ Strong interpersonal relationships + maintenance; a leader

» BIOGRAPHY;
Emily was well loved as a child; there was no denying that. Her mother swaddled her with the softest of blankets and whispered the sweetest of lullabies. Her father, as well, made it clear that he prized his daughter above most living things. She was the only child that the Saunders would have after so many years of trying. They branded her a miracle and treated her as such. In return, the infant was easy and happy. Emily was always curious, and often found herself at odds with the most imposing of household objects. Once or twice she almost dropped brooms and books on her head, but if she did she was always quick on her feet. Defiant to the obstacles ahead, Emily was a determined child.

There wasn't much to do in the midwest of the United States, especially in the small town the family hailed from. Emily went to school, her mother went to work, and her father would be gone for weeks off on the oil sites up in Alberta. She got her first computer at ten, or rather the family did, but Emily was glued to it. She browsed the internet when she was home-- so long as Mom didn't usher her to go out and play with her friends-- and became well-versed. Dial-up was her worst enemy, and it was a joy to the young girl when she visited wealthier friends who had stronger access to the internet. Ever since then, she's been obsessed with computers. She had it set since she entered middle-school that she would work on or with computers one day. She prayed that robots would exist so that she could be friends with them too.

In high-school Emily entered her rebellious phase. Things couldn't be perfect forever, and she made that quite clear to her bewildered parents. Emily dyed her hair black, painted her nails and locked herself in the room most hours. She lamented daily about the small-town cabin fever she had and would mention day-in and day-out that she wanted to move to the city. She felt cooped up in the expansive prairie land. Her first boyfriend was much older and a contractor from the city. Every weekend that she could sneak out she would join him on the four hour drive. She found it worth everything to have that breath of fresh air. At the cost of her parent's trust, she began to throw herself into her school-work and extra-curricular interests (particularly on the computer) in order to get out of the house. They begged Emily to stay a child, and stay home, but the girl was ever herself-- and fiercely decided in her choices.

A brilliant kid, unamused with the lack of complexity that was high school, she graduated early. By seventeen Emily was packing up her things and sticking taped boxes in the back of her boyfriend's truck. Her brain was already planning the future, and where she would apply. Her parents were tearful in their goodbyes, but Emily could hardly appreciate the privilege she was given. She left swiftly.

With her fully loaded transcript, and a snarky smile, she got herself into the big university downtown. It was a new experience entirely for the young, ambitious girl. Entirely overwhelming as it happened, because she crumpled immediately without the safety net of her parents nearby. Still, Emily charged forward. In time she outgrew the boyfriend and moved in on campus. Emily's room was covered in discarded papers with code, ripped receipts and take-out containers. Invested in university, despite the challenges she faced, she persisted. You couldn't discard Emily of her unparalleled willpower and emotion. She was a steam-roller with the engine locked in drive.

At some point her parents packed up and moved South. Emily tried to visit-- since by that point she had gotten her adolescent head out of her ass-- as much as possible. She was entranced by the delights of the American south, partaking in a few trysts on some of her visits. There was no kind of guy like southern guys, as it happened.

Finishing up university, Emily was entranced by the job market in Silicon Valley. With extensive programming and computer science under her belt, she had a few gigs lined up. The move was twice as jarring as her initial uprooting from hometown to big city, but California was a whole other thing. Things were going well for Emily by then, and for the most part she was satisfied with her life. Good work, side-hustle to grab some funds on the side (sometimes not entirely legal), and a lovely view from a picturesque apartment. However, things could not stay perfect for long as it happened-- for this miracle child-- when her father tragically passed. It was a surprise heart attack that no one expected, and no one predicted. Emily and her mother were rocked, and moreso when in the next couple years Emily's mother was diagnosed with late-stage breast cancer.

With the pressure of both situations building, Emily took a temporary leave of absence. She only told the people who it mattered most to what was happening, and ventured out to Georgia to go stay with her mom. By then, her mom was basically living full-time in the hospital. The cancer was hitting her hard, and she insisted that Emily stay in the apartment. It was brutal for the woman to be in that space, with memories of her father to fill the space and the encroaching, unfortunate future to happen with her mother. She despised the place for the emotions it stirred in her, but tried to get the best of out the situation. She stayed with her mom most hours, suddenly overcome with a realization that she had been foolhardy to look over her loving family for so long. It was almost all gone now.

Then the virus broke out. Slow, steady and targeting. The sick and vulnerable fell to it first, and in her mother's state she was paranoid and sweating in her dreams almost immediately. Some trial drug gone wrong, Emily had heard from the news and passing nurses. People warned against visiting the hospital, but Emily was Emily, and a Saunder nonetheless, and was fixated on getting her mom help.

The woman she walked in on was not the ill, sweet-smiled person from before. Her mother was crazed and strapped to her bed. Sores sprouted on her body, worse than bed sores, and her feeble bones poked from strained muscles. She looked like a skeleton, writhing with such intensity the bed shook. Her mother was cursing, spit flying and expletives popping from her mouth like fireworks. Emily didn't know what to think in that moment, and tried to make her escape hastily.

From behind, a low hiss: "You'd leave me again, wouldn't you? Selfish daughter, fucking selfish daughter. Stay with mother, stay with your fucking mother!"

Emily ran.


» EQUIPMENT;
✦ cellphone; fully charged + portable charger
✦ extra sweater, bit thicker for the night
✦ steel 450mL waterbottle
✦ 7 discarded protein bars, not expired but a bit squished
✦ flashlight + 3 extra batteries (AAA)
✦ black medium-large sized backpack

» WEAPONS;
✦ Remington Bolt Action Rifle ; 90 shells
✦ steel baseball bat


» CLOTHING;
✦ black cotton t-shirt, distressed blue jeans, marroon colored zip-up hoodie under a dark blue jean jacket
✦ combat boots


» OTHER;
Dives headfirst into problems, deals with consequences later. You can cry on her shoulder and she will also fight your worst enemy for you. Family oriented.

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[idalie]

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"There's a reckonin' a-comin' and it burns beyond the grave."

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» BASIC INFORMATION;
Name: Arthur Joseph Stratton
Nickname(s): Art, Artie, Stratton
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Prior Occupation: Labourer, Farmer

Eye Color: Grey
Hair Color: Brown
Height | Weight: 6'4", 200 lbs
Tattoos | Piercings: Has a simplistic crucifix on his middle right finger, "Exodus 20:12" printed across his collarbone and an old rose neck tattoo from his troubled youth.

» PERSONALITY;
Arthur is a pleasant fella, easy to be around with his soft, southern charm and handsome looks. It's the sort of disarming niceties that lull people into security, coupled with the slow, sure way which he speaks. Never the quickest or wittiest but steady and stoic Arthur is underestimated and unappreciated often. But that's how he likes it; something simmering under the surface and you’d never see it coming. Incredibly paternal he’ll usually adopt friends and coworkers, even strangers, to guide under his wing with a blunt attitude and one too many metaphors. Protective of his family and those who he considers being an extension of it, contrary to what you’d believe, his temper is controlled and subtle very rarely reaching violence. What aggression he does use is measured and surprisingly swift. A soft guy with a big heart but one too many walls to knock down, suffering from dyslexia which went undiagnosed until he reached fifteen and otherwise treated as mentally stunted, he’s learned to live with the label and can’t read well nor spell effectively. Burdened by his losses and keeping his mouth shut, Arthur learned speaking isn’t for men. You go, and you sit, and you watch the sun go down - and you think.

» SKILLS;
✦ Physically strong: Caring about his health before the virus spread beside working a job in manual labour.
✦ Handyman: Practically minded and knowledgeable about bits and pieces of mechanics, building and electronics. Can fix almost anything with a little imagination.
✦ Outdoorsman: Being raised in the sticks has its high points. He’s been taught how to fish, hunt, and trap. Can build shelters and has a decent record of getting a fire going.
✦ Gunmanship: He wouldn’t be a farmer's boy without knowing how to handle a gun and aim. His precision is what you expect, being a good eye for moving targets and even camouflaged ones.

» BIOGRAPHY;
Born in rural Georgia to a happy couple, the youngest brother and baby of the family. Arthur began his life on his father’s farm, lugging feed back and forth by age seven and landed responsibilities by ten. A sweet kid by all accounts, ask anyone who ever knew the family and they’d tell you Arthur was a quiet boy but an angel. Never complained, never cried, liked to sit on his ma’s knee and get grass stains on his white shirts. But there were clear issues with his educational development and berating teachers did nothing to help worsen it. Age twelve he’d started getting into fights with bullies, skipping classes and stealing. At fourteen he was expelled for repeat offences, forced to move schools. It took longer to travel and became a hassle but eventually, it was worth it. They diagnosed him with learning difficulties, started putting him through state-funded programs and Arthur was making progress. It was all looking up till the day his mother passed away. She dropped dead while doing the dishes, face down in the sink from an aneurysm.

Arthur and his brother grew closer through the trauma, their father only pushing them further away. They spent time together in the way men do, shooting and hunting, fixing engines together whilst discussing the weather and offering a comforting presence. In grief, these boys didn’t speak. They learned from the best. Even when they lay that coffin in the ground it was bowed heads and silent tears.

With these events, the last years of Arthurs highschool went downhill. Sixteen years old he became a drinker, started hanging around the gipsy-park types and no longer tended Church on Sundays. Every time he pushed it, every dangerously sourced tattoo was rebellion and every bitter smoke was a taste of freedom. By eighteen he’d left school and barely managed to scrape graduation if it wasn’t for his lenient teachers taking pity on a troubled kid. Out of school, he didn’t last more than two years working for his father, ending in an explosive conflict which led to Arthur leaving and getting work here and there as a long haul lorry driver. Seasonal work made him happiest and it was the best thing to happen to him.

By twenty-three he reached out to his pa and made amends. Started visiting more often, made an effort to be part of his brother’s life. Arthur was best man on the wedding day and he never looked back. As they had their first boy, Art met his future wife. She was pretty, sweet, and she liked how he listened. They’d sit in silence, her head on his chest and everything would be right with the world. They got married in June, had their daughter in March. Just like her mama. Back then she’d played with her older cousin, got excited when they visited and even more so when she found her aunt would be having another.

But his baby girl didn’t make it. His wife got in an accident with some denouncable piece of shit and his daughter died before she could be given a chance. Whilst they put her little body in a morgue, his wife fought for her life in the ICU and it wasn’t the same. During that time, he became close with his local GP who offered her support in his early days and referred him to bereavement counselling. The divorce came a year after as they tried to hold it together by threads, which was where the problems started. Arthur blamed his wife, she couldn’t live with his drinking and believed Arthur was having an affair with the very same doctor who helped him. It led to her marching in and screaming obscenities, ruining their GP's reputation and ending the relationship on a bad note. They haven't talked since.

They moved from the happy townhouse they’d made their home and Arthur returned to his father’s farm. Back at the beginning again. His father died the next year and Art fully moved in with his brother and the family again. Even engaging in therapy and AA meetings on behalf of his sister-in-law’s pleading, which took time but - made him better in the long run. Happier. Still sad, but better now. Chipping away at the melancholy till it was bearable to some extent. Five years since he’s a new man. Still battered and bruised but different. A good uncle and a good worker even started heading to Church again.

» EQUIPMENT;
✦ Mobile phone with a battered screen from being dropped and having a few too many workplace accidents. Miracle it still works.
✦ A lighter and cigarettes, a bad habit he's only gotten worse at.
✦ Swiss Army knife which features: bottle opener, can opener, five-centimetre blade, scissors, another three-centimetre blade, tweezers, and wood saw.
✦ Old roadmap of Georgia dated back in 2018.
✦ Five hundred feet of garden twine.
✦ Basic tool kit for road repairs.

» WEAPONS;
✦ Tyre Bar, found in the back of his pickup.

» CLOTHING;
✦ Thick jeans and a flannel button-up shirt hidden are under blue overalls, topped with a well-insulated fur-lined jacket. Wearing big, steel-toe-capped boots which have been scuffed and beaten. On his head, a cap with a company logo and heavy-duty gloves. Arthur wears a crucifix about his neck, passed down from his grandfather and an acknowledgement to his faith.

» OTHER;
anything else? go wild go crazy.

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[Colorless Spectrum]

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"I'm trying. I really am. I'll do better next time., but for now, just leave me be."

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» BASIC INFORMATION;
Name: Mariya Takeda
Nickname(s): Mari, Riri
Age: 35
Gender: Female
Prior Occupation: Florist

Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Height | Weight: 5'4" , 45kg
Tattoos | Piercings: Earrings on both ears

» PERSONALITY;
Mari is what you would call a very hospitable person, caring and kind through and through. Something she got from both her parents who happen to be very traditional people. Visit her house and she would do anything to make you feel like a damn royalty in her own home. She likes to keep her things and everything organized and clean, anything that she finds a mess unnerves her. Qualities that make for a good family doctor. Outside of the hospital, Mari is quite sensitive to words, which is why she presents herself the best she could so people see her how she wants them to see her. She'll shy away from any sort of drama, any sort of conflict as she is the type to just accept whatever harsh words people have for her. She's easily panicked when she has no idea what to do, a shrill would come from her mouth then she'd run to the nearest place she can feel safe to. Behind the mask of calm that she places during an operation, it's hard to see Mari being a bundle of nerves outside of it.

» SKILLS;
✦ Gardening, give her seeds of flowers, and vegetables, fruits on a trellis too
✦ Cooking, she gardens, she cooks, makes for a perfect wife, no?
✦ Medicinal skills, she's a licensed doctor so don't worry, she won't go stealing your organs to sell it
✦ Judo, taught by her father who is a Judo Champion

» BIOGRAPHY;
Classic life of an Asian living in the States. Growing up with strict parents, the need to be the best and at the top of the class, a teacher's favorite and the one where classmate's anger and jealousy is placed at. That is basically Mari's life outside of Georgia. She studied Medicine as to her parents' wishes, graduated early and is engaged to a man they also chose for him. She could have been on her way to be a neurosurgeon, married to some Asian man she barely knows, and live her life happily ever after but no. She doesn't want that. It took her a long time but she found courage, just this one time at her own wedding day, to go and leave the man by the altar. She does like being a doctor, she liked helping people, but to marry a man with not even the smallest affection left a bad taste in her mouth. She went home riding a bus and a train, packed her stuff and went far away. To this day she has no idea how her parents have been doing, something that brings her great guilt.

This led her to Georgia. She started living there, offering a little less than most doctors in the clinic does. Patients flock to her for the cheaper price and her pleasing personality, honestly she just liked helping people as much as she can. She got her house cheap from a leaving couple. She first made her own home into a small clinic to help out the people around her until she was asked to move her medicinal works to the Atlanta General Clinic, more people to help, better equipment and space. She even got her own assistant. Everything was going well for her, she's got a decent job, she's enjoying her hobby of gardening, good friends. Honestly it was bliss.

That is, until someone accused her of being a mistress, shouting all sorts of things right inside the AGC, in front of her patients. Despite her denying the claim, people have been quite doubtful of Mari. Patients started to see her less and less that she decided to just pack up her stuff things and leave the clinic. She didn't like the stares people gave her, so she opted to just go back to the safety of her own home. While some people still goes to her and her makeshift-first-floor-clinic, she also set up a neat little flower shop since she has been spending more time gardening and cultivating flowers with no idea where to put them.


» EQUIPMENT;
✦ Medium-sized backpack, pastel yellow
✦ Medicinal Kit
✦ Gardening seeds, flowers, and veggies
✦ Ten Syringes for peanut allergy
✦ Five cans of canned tuna
✦ Two Hollow Flashlight

» WEAPONS;
✦ Crowbar
✦ Hori Hori Garden Knife


» CLOTHING;
✦ Wears a slouchy mint beanie hat on her head, a red cotton sweatshirt under a slightly larger than her grey hooded wool jacket.
✦ Pink fleece thermal gloves, black jogger pants, and runner boots


» OTHER;
✦She has severe peanut allergy, don't feed her anything with it please.

Brooke de Santa Ana - it's complicated

Arthur Stratton - good friend, church mate,
former patient.

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"TOLL DUE; BAD DREAMS COME TRUE"

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» BASIC INFORMATION;
Name: Valentin Aleksandrevich Krovopuskov.
Nickname(s): Val, Vale.
Age: 21 years.
Gender: Male.
Prior Occupation: Valentin was a professional ice hockey player for the Atlanta Alligators, of the North American Hockey League (NAHL). He played center for the team's third line.

Eye Color: Brown.
Hair Color: Brownish-blonde.
Height | Weight: 6 ft 3 in. ; 195 lbs.
Tattoos | Piercings: N/A.

» PERSONALITY;
Since his success with the NAHL, Valentin's personality has changed quite a bit. He became very successful very quickly following his contract with the Alligators. He started living a more dangerous lifestyle- one involving lots of drugs and alcohol. He became a bold character, falling into the delusion of invincibility and comfort with ease. This allows him to take risks without much thought behind it. On the ice, a more brash side of the young man could be seen. He was often considered an "enforcer" type- though he was constantly in fights, it was never without reason. When someone matters to Valentin, he's willing to drop the gloves (metaphorical or literal) and fight for them. With this inherent need to protect, amongst other things, comes a nasty temper. Being on the receiving end of Valentin's wrath never seems to end well for those involved. He is quicker to resort to violence now than he is to be diplomatic and use his words. When he's down from the heights, Valentin can be quiet and sometimes reserved. He is often spaced out and easily distracted in such a state. He often holds a dead end stare or a stoic face, not being one to express most emotions with any specific intensity. He doesn't seem to think before he acts in most cases, and is often not the brightest guy in the room. However, he doesn't try to act any differently. He knows his strong suits and his weaknesses, and in this way, seems to have a bit of self-awareness about him.

» SKILLS;
✦ Ice skating. He has done this for many years. It's almost like walking at this point.
✦ Hand to hand combat. He is not professionally trained, but has been in fights enough times to be able to hold his own.
✦ Physical endurance / stamina, due to an active lifestyle.
✦ Physical strength, also from an active lifestyle.

» BIOGRAPHY;
Born to Russian immigrant parents near the turn of the century, Valentin was something of a miracle child. He exceeded expectations from his conception, considered it was thought that his mother would be unable to carry a child. From then on, Valentin would be the light of the young couple's life. His mother spoiled the newborn as best as she could considered their finances. His father was gone most of the time, working constantly to support his new family. Raising their child in Canada proved to be interesting for the family. Valentin quickly took to the local culture. His parents tried (and failed) to instill traditional Russian values and culture into their son- as a result, his Russian language abilities are limited and often broken, and his English speaking has a weird blend of accents to it. This accent has lessened over time, but is still noticeable today.


At the ripe age of four years old, Valentin was introduced to ice skating for the first time after getting a pair of skates for Christmas. He loved it right away, and soon he wanted to practice everyday. As he grew a few years older, he picked up a hockey stick for the first time and began learning the ins and outs of the game. He started out playing on frozen ponds with the other children in his neighbourhood. He had a natural flair and talent for the game once he got the hang of it. This newfound talent garnered him acceptance from his peers, who otherwise ignored him for the most part before. As he grew into his teens, Valentin joined many school hockey teams to refine his skills. He grew to play forward wonderfully, and in secondary school, he played center for the first time ever. Though the young man struggled at first, he soon ran his line with quite a bit of efficiency. Despite suffering grades and a disciplinary record, Valentin was a star athlete for the school.


At this age, Valentin got his first taste of love. She was a sweet, wonderful girl, with a picturesque smile and wonderful eyes. The two lasted almost a year, until he found out that he really didn't have her heart, after all. She found company in another's arms, and thus his heart was broken for the first time, as well. Not helping this was the fact that his father had just been put in the hospital for a horrific workplace accident. Unfortunately, he did not survive the operation necessary to try and alleviate the damage done. The grief and pain shut Valentin down for quite awhile. He withdrew from his friends and his academics were worse off than ever before. His mother tried her best to comfort him, but nothing seemed to soothe the young man's pain. He struggled through his last year of secondary school, and couldn't even be excited when he managed to make the cut to graduate. Several months later, Valentin managed to get into a university a couple hours from home. There, while taking his mandatory courses, he fell back in love with the game that gave him so much joy throughout his life. He once again was on a team, and once again, found success. This brought back an energy in Valentin that had been missing since his father's passing and the breakup. He eventually became the captain of the university's team.


From here, he was drafted into the NAHL due to his long record of successes in the past. He was picked by the (at the time) new team based in Atlanta, known simply as the Alligators. He played with the team until the outbreak.

» EQUIPMENT;
✦ An equipment bag originally meant for holding hockey gear; now filled with a change of winter clothes, stick tape, and some old, worn padding.
✦ Several small to medium sized bags of an undisclosed white substance, one of many bad habits.
✦ A bottle of top shelf whiskey, about half full. Another bad habit.
✦ A dead, cracked phone. No charger included.
✦ A watch that appears to be made of gold, currently set an hour behind actual time.
✦ An empty water bottle, probably Gatorade brand.

» WEAPONS;
✦ He currently carries a 68" (5 ft 8 in) left handed hockey stick as his primary weapon, still wrapped with tape from his last game on the ice.
✦ He also has a butcher knife as a secondary weapon.


» CLOTHING;
✦ Right now, Valentin is adorned in a pair of gray jogger pants, a black / green pullover hoodie with the team's logo on it, an undershirt, and a pair of lightly worn sneakers.



» OTHER;
Has a nervous habit of cracking his knuckles and neck.

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"MIRROR ON THE WALL WILL SHOW YOU WHAT YOU'RE SCARED TO SEE"

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» BASIC INFORMATION;
Name: Cesaire Emilien Fleury.
Nickname(s): ????.
Age: 26 years.
Gender: Male.
Prior Occupation: Cesaire, like Valentin, was a professional ice hockey player for the Atlanta Alligators. He played as a defenseman. Before being traded to the Alligators, he played for a couple of other teams in the league.

Eye Color: Grayish-blue.
Hair Color: Blonde / White.
Height | Weight: 6ft. 1in. ; 175 lbs.
Tattoos | Piercings: N/A.

» PERSONALITY;
First and foremost, Cesaire is about the collective rather than the individual. He is always looking out for his teammates, literal and metaphorical- he is fine sacrificing or suffering for the benefit of others. He recognizes, or rather believes, that the bigger picture is more important than the minute details. He is also said to be, by teammates and family alike, a bit of a joker. He is in the business of harmless pranks- for example, tying teammates' sweater sleeves together before a game or taping sticks together before practice. Harmless, easily reversed, and funny is the name of his game. He loves making people happy, even if it means making himself look like a fool. He has no problem admitting that booksmarts are not his strong suit, or admitting that he is wrong. Cesaire is a man without much ego and who lets most things roll off his back. He is not easily frustrated or phased by much. He has a problem with accepting failure and is surprisingly competitive when it comes to his sport of choice, however. On the ice, he is a bit of a chirper- he has no problem playing headgames with his opponents, but knows when to stop most of the time. He is quite vigilant, a trait that served as an advantage to him in his position of defenseman. He can read people and their ticks relatively easily, but is never purposefully invasive when discussing them. Cesaire could pick at someone's every insecurity if he was more petty and wanted to take the time to go in on somebody. However, more negatively, Cesaire has a bit of an angry streak when things don't come into fruition according to his expectations, and can lash out accordingly. He hates when things change too drastically and when shit hits the fan. He has a certain insecurity about him in his day to day life, mostly due to the fact that he is a closeted gay man and hasn't quite come to terms with this fact about himself and acceptes it. Despite being laidback about most things, he is worried about what his family and teammates might think if they were to learn this about him. He has a tendency to blow up things that are scary to him to unrealistic proportions in his mind. To the point of having panic attacks over hyopthetical situations that may never even happen.

» SKILLS;
✦ Ice skating. He has been skating since around four years old.
✦ Heightened awareness. He has honed his ability to pay attention to details, even small ones, due to his responsibility to defend the net on the ice.
✦ Clown. He loves to mess with people, and play (mostly) harmless pranks. He enjoys making people laugh.
✦ Thick skin. If he couldn't handle getting it in return, he wouldn't dish it out. It's hard to genuinely insult him, making him generally easier to get along with and makes it easier for him to make friends.

» BIOGRAPHY;

The start to Cesaire's short life so far was rocky. He was a child of many unfortunate circumstances, the first being that his mother died while giving birth to him. The next was that their financial situation was never the greatest- his father was in and out of jobs constantly and second parties to help came and went with the wind. The child's father went through other lovers with a frightening quickness, determined to find someone who would take on a motherly role towards his newly born son. Nobody could say he didn't try. But at the same time, nobody seemed good enough for the child.

From the beginning, Cesaire was a difficult child to figure out. He didn't quite fit anywhere, or with any of the other children. He even seemed to prefer solitude over the company of other people. He was never particularly needy, and was never much of a crier, even where it would have been reasonable to be. He hated loud noises, though, and this was the one trigger that always set him off. It was later discovered that his ears didn't work properly in the way that he heard things much louder than they were in actuality. This got better with time, but left him with hearing sensitivities. They would later prove to be helpful.

His father, concerned for his son's social wellbeing and development, decided to try and turn to sports. The first time Cesaire put on skates, he seemed to hate it. He fell often, and was extremely awkward. When he got better with his father's reassurance, he still seemed to idle around, not really as high energy as the other kids his age. He was a naturally reserved and defensive player from the beginning.

He was off and on with hockey for a very long time, but it soon grew to be the one thing he was truly good at in school and anywhere else. Academics weren't his strong suit, as numbers were the bane of his existence and reading wasn't much easier, especially when it came to learning English. French, his mother tongue, had already been hard enough. Cesaire has some trouble with remembering and understanding certain words and phrases in English to this day. The arts weren't for the young man either, as his brain was always stuck on being perfect or couldn't rub two cells together to make an idea. So sports it was.

His father supported him as best as he could along the way. Gear wasn't cheap, and neither were the fees for every season he played. Due to this, Cesaire started earning money however he could when he became of working age. He worked alot of shitty, low level jobs to pay for everything. Cesaire, at this age, felt lost in the world. He felt as if he had no purpose among the people around him for the first time in his life.

When he finally hit the AAA division awhile later, it was both a shock and a relief. He never expected to go this far in the sport, but at the same time, it gave Cesaire hope that maybe he was good at something for once. Nobody had ever expected him to be on the road to becoming a professional- he had never been the strongest skater coming up and didn't seem to have alot of guts in his beginning play style. Everyone had constantly ragged on him for these things in the past. But getting there was a finger to all of those who had doubted him before.

Getting drafted was a dream come true. He originally started off on the team in far away Washington state. He was enthralled to even be picked at all. He packed his bags and made his home in a humble apartment in the state. He was on the team for about three years before moving back to Quebec following a trade deal between the two teams. Cesaire was with them for another three years.

Then, in what would have been his fourth season in Quebec, the league announced a new expansion franchise into Atlanta, Georgia. The team in Quebec decided not to protect him from being picked off of their team- and once again, he was relocating far from home. Georgia was quite a place to get used to in comparison.

He spent two seasons with the Alligators, where he finally came out of his shell, before the outbreak started.

» EQUIPMENT;
✦ His old equipment bag, still stocked with his game-used gear.
✦ A couple (literally two) of frozen meals.
✦ A deck of playing cards. Are they for corny magic tricks or for card games? You decide!
✦ Spare skate blades, because you never know when you might need them.
✦ A suspicious amount of stick tape.
✦ A 20 oz metal water bottle.

» WEAPONS;
✦ A 66" (5 ft. 6 in.) hockey stick, oddly without a curve either way on the blade. This way, it could be used (atleast in play) with either hand. Worn tape is still on the blade and even the top of the handle from the last couple of games it was used in.
✦ A skate blade (and the holder to said blade), crudely taped to the handle of an old, busted broom. It's kind of like a useless spear.


» CLOTHING;
✦ Currently, Cesaire is dressed in a black/green Alligators jersey with a solid black shirt underneath. It has his last name and number (#28) printed on the back of it in green lettering. He is also wearing dark gray shorts that go down a small ways past his knees and a pair of running shoes. He has black gloves in his back pocket, with the fingers cut off about halfway down.


» OTHER;
He is gay, but closeted about it for fear of being rejected by his friends and family. He also suffers from a (now mild) case of hyperacusis, a hearing disorder which amplifies sounds.

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[Seabourne]

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"I don't care what people think of me. I don't even care what happens to me."

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» BASIC INFORMATION;
Name: Victor Hayes
Nickname(s): Vic
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Prior Occupation: Grocery store clerk

Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Height | Weight: 5'11" 178 lbs.
Tattoos | Piercings: n/a

» PERSONALITY;

Full to the brim with ideas that come and go before they can be fully formed, Victor is a creative and enthusiastic conversationalist. He rambles and stumbles through multiple topics in a span of minutes, drawing connections and conclusions that might not always make sense to an outside eye. Hand motions and wild gestures are guaranteed to be included with his tangents. Victor is a being of energy, doing everything he needs to do quickly and without any particular care.

A believer in destiny, he feels that what is meant to happen will come to be, whether he devotes an hour to a task or ten minutes. Projects of passion receive the most attention, because he finds it more worth his effort if he cares a great deal for it. He puts a lot of effort into maintaining his state of mind, most noticeably by a variety of superstitions. He dislikes the number 13, never sleeps with his head pointing north, and always enters a room with his right foot first. These superstitions, among others, make him feel in control of himself. He becomes nervous and jittery if he is prevented from abiding by them, and will resort to other habits.

» SKILLS;
✦ Thievery - Years of fishing trinkets and bobbles from the pockets of unsuspecting people left him with pick-pocketing skills to be envied. He can pick locks, if he has the tools.
✦ Guts of Steel - Undeterred by bugs, gore, vomit, or rot. He's just kind of gross.
✦ Knife Skills - Knows his way around his knife pretty well.
✦ Daredevil - Very willing to take risks, able to spot short-cuts efficiently.


» BIOGRAPHY;
John and Melissa Hayes had three children, two daughters and a son. Their daughters, Amy and Elizabeth, were born just two years apart, and grew up attached at the hip. Victor didn't join the family until Amy and Elizabeth were 10 and 8, born in February. His parents doted on him as a baby with the experience of having raised two others. He and his sisters were close; they always closer to each other than to him. He admired his family, and worked hard to make them proud of him. He was odd, and eccentric, but overall well-behaved.

His family moved homes from Pennsylvania to Georgia when he was 12 after his father found a new job. By this point, Victor had developed an array of nervous habits, ranging from picking at the skin around his fingernails to counting objects, often into the hundreds. He eventually found the greatest comfort in superstitions, believing that they would protect him from bad luck. His interest in them was explosive, and he tried them by the dozens, quickly discovering which worked for him and which don't. While they weren't happy about Victor's irrationality, his parents were glad that they offered him a sense of security, and didn't prevent him from partaking in them.

In his later years of middle school he began what would soon become a life-long habit of stealing. If a backpack or bag was left unattended, it would be searched, and left lighter than it had been before. The taking gave him a thrill, and collecting the small objects had a strange sense of accomplishment to it. More than a few times he was caught, but it was hard to be terribly upset over a couple bits of plastic and some change, so it rarely landed him more than a slap on the wrist. It even became somewhat of a running joke between him and his friends, how many things he could acquire within a day.

He flew through school with average grades and his small handful of friends. The edgy types, they all fell into smoking, drinking, drugs, or a combination of the three. Victor smoked a couple cigarettes, and on occasion drank with them, but didn't like the taste of either. Instead, he studied the way of the blade. What started as a joke quickly became a genuine hobby of his, and he taught himself a plethora of knife tricks. He can spin them on his fingers, flip them behind his back, juggle one or two, and a variety of others. He learned to do the same tricks with coins and pens, but the weight of the knives felt best. He even began collecting them, and could count on receiving at least one as a present on his birthday each year. Every so often someone would try to shake it up and give him a different sort of weapon, which is how he got his brass knuckles.

Graduation was bittersweet for him - a good few of his friends stayed behind, the rest going off to college, like his sisters had a couple years prior. He decided to go straight into work, instead, and found a job with the local Kroger. Having held the job for a solid year, he felt stable, and had plans to start looking for an apartment.


» EQUIPMENT;
✦ A pouch with 8 pencaps, total 16 inches of thread, $4.05 in nickels, and 6 metal bottle tops. It makes a horrible sound when shaken.
✦ Android phone on 42% battery.
✦ A half-full box of strawberry Poptarts.
✦ A blue draw-string bag.
✦ Two plastic water bottles.
✦ A roll of ACE bandages, no gauze. Usually used for knife accidents.


» WEAPONS;
✦ A 5-inch folding knife
✦ Brass knuckles for one hand


» CLOTHING;
✦ White tee-shirt under a dark blue sweatshirt, ripped jeans held up by a black leather belt. Black Nike shoes, both are double-knotted and have not been untied/retied in months.


» OTHER;
Victor is afraid of being underwater, and will avoid being submerged at all costs.

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"You will find there is no safe place to hide. Do you feel alive?"

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» BASIC INFORMATION;

Name: Aaron Clark

Nickname(s): None

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Prior Occupation: Actor, bartender, waiter


Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Black

Height: (1,77 m/ 5'9")

Weight: (78 kg/ 171 lbs)

Tattoos | Piercings: One shoddy, crude tattoo on his lower back that he got when he was drunk of a T-Rex on a skateboard (he's pretty sure that that's what it's supposed to be).


» PERSONALITY;

Aaron is naturally extroverted, laid back and easy-going.
He has a good sense of humor, but he also uses humor as a mechanism to conceal and distract from his true feelings because he's afraid of opening up to people too much.
A critical flaw of his is that he isn't good at keeping promises and he can be described as an unreliable person.
Another thing he's not good at is taking responsibility. At the same time, he doesn't like receiving orders from others.
He has a habit of half-assing things, of quitting when things get hard instead of persevering.
He doesn't take criticism well and he's not very organized or self-sufficient.
Aaron is not the brightest, be it emotionally or intellectually, but he is likeable and has a fun personality. It's pretty difficult to offend him and he isn't one to bear grudges for too long.
He's prone to impulsive decision-making and he's very confident.
So much so, that he often overestimates himself and his abilities. But he never takes himself too seriously.
He has kind of a big ego, but it doesn't come from a place of malice as much as him just being a little self-absorbed and often being lost in his own world.
He was on a zombie tv show once, so he sees himself as having some sort of expertise in the topic (admittedly, he played a zombie and only appeared in one episode, but he got to gnaw on a main character's leg and that has to count for something.)
His daughter means a lot to him, even though he has difficulty showing his affection, and he's filled with regret about not having been there for her more in the past.


» SKILLS;

✦ He is charismatic, a good story teller and always has a joke ready in every situation.

✦ The countless hours he has spent playing video games have given him good hand-eye coordination and fast reflexes.

✦ He can make cocktails due to having worked as a bartender. It's a pretty useless skill outside of a bar.

✦ He has good physical strength due to working out and staying in shape. He may not be the smartest, but he makes up for it in the ability to fuck shit up when needed to.

» BIOGRAPHY;


Aaron was raised as an only child in a lower middle class family in a small town in North Carolina.
Since he was young, he always wanted to be an actor, but his parents weren't very supportive of that, urging him to go to university instead. So he did as he was told, but he didn't last long. He quit uni when he was 19 to pursue his "dream" of being an actor.
He always dreamed of moving to Hollywood, some day, but instead he moved to Atlanta, which was a lot closer and more affordable, but offered good opportunities for aspiring actors like himself and had a thriving film and TV industry.
He was in a relatively successful action movie when he was 23. That was five years ago and he hasn't been able to replicate that success by landing a similarly significant role. He gets recognized sometimes for that one movie, but rarely for anything else.
He lives in a small single bedroom apartment that looks like a stereotypical messy bachelor pad.
He's worked as a waiter and as a bartender and he kept his head above water by taking up every small gig he could find. He's appeared in some things he isn't proud of, like a Viagra commercial, a PSA about the disastrous effects of marihuana and some light porn.
During a particularly rough patch, he even donned a clown costume at kids' birthday parties.
He's never been in a serious relationship that has lasted longer than a few months, but he got a woman pregnant in a one night stand. She decided to keep the baby, and he wasn't sure how he felt about that. He wasn't there when she gave birth and for quite some time, he didn't know whether he wanted to be a part of the child's life or not. His involvement was made more difficult by his tumultous relationship to the mother (they barely got along) and her belief that he was irresponsible. She did have a point, though, as she put in the majority of the work for the kid.

The child is now three and a half years old and her name is Clementine. He didn't want to name her that. He tried to bring up the very valid point that a clementine is a fruit, but the mother, Grace, insisted on that name and wasn't ready to compromise. She said it sounded "chic" and "french" but to him it was and would always be a stupid name.



» EQUIPMENT;
✦ A dark blue backpack

✦ One bottle of water

✦ A Snickers bar

✦ A pack of tissues

✦ A box of cigarettes and a lighter

✦ Backup socks and underwear


» WEAPONS;

✦ A steel pipe. He used to have a samurai sword hanging on his wall. For shits and giggles, because that's the kind of person he is. But it quickly turned out that a katana bought from ebay couldn't quite hold up in the apocalypse when it bent like the cheap piece of metal it was. So he became desperate and ripped out a pipe from underneath a sink in somebody's grandma's abandoned home.

» CLOTHING;

✦ A gray hoodie, a leather jacket, dark blue jeans, sneakers.



» OTHER;

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"I think Dildo is a perfectly acceptable insult, you see, I'd call you a Dick but you're not real enough."

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» WIP BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Wesley Davenport
Nickname(s): Wes, West
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Prior Occupation: Underground Boxer / Porn Star

Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Height | Weight: 5’10.5” & aprox. 125lbs
Tattoos | Piercings: Right ear piercing, a

Spoiler: partial sleeve

on the left.

» PERSONALITY
Wesley had always been an emotional kid. Too emotional --too angry. As an adult, nothing had really changed. He has a temper with a tight leash, constantly venting it in the form of boxing or smoking, or sex. Everyone has their vices right? West isn't the type of guy to filter anything either, he curses like a sailor and smokes enough to be a fog machine. But at the heart of it, he's a good guy. He cares too deeply, loves with his all, and never does anything half-assed. Though sometimes people look to him for guidance, he wouldn't consider himself a leader and in fact prefers to remain the asshole onlooker. And although he is not the noblest of men --certainly not some angelic boy scout-- he has his own set of moral values that he will follow at any cost.

» SKILLS
✦ Boxing - Professional grade, bby
✦ Stamina - I'd explain but then RPN would have to ban me
✦ Getting himself into trouble - It's a blessing and a curse
✦ Smoking - weed, vapes, but mainly weed. It's a lot easier to cope in difficult situations when you a lil faded.

» BIOGRAPHY
On October 31st, 1991, Wesley Davenport was born to eighteen year old Clara Davenport and nineteen year old Damarcus Jackson. He was the product of a young and wild love, or so the story goes. Wesley never got to meet his parents. After a freak incident involving rival gangs, Wesley was raised by his Grandmother and his Aunt.

There were days when there was barely any food in the house, the heat was a luxury in the winter, and the AC was almost never on or broken. Money was always a struggle and they had been evicted from two different houses that he could remember. But his childhood wasn't as bad as it could have been.

But he was angry.

At the world, at life, at everything.

After one too many fights at school that resulted in a suspension, Wesley's Grandmother signed him up for boxing classes.

At 22, boxing was like breathing. If he wasn't at home or work he was in the gym. But boxing didn't help pay the bills, at least it hadn't yet. A friend had suggested becoming a porn star as a joke --just some off hand high comments. But the idea hadn't seemed like such a bad one. He entered the adult industry in protest of ever working another retail or service job. The sex wasn't actually that great. But the pay was decent. It was enough to keep up with the bills and buy himself some new gloves.

When he turned 27, his Grandma was hospitalized. Cancer. Terminal. His boxing career had actually started to become something, he was a well known name in the underground arenas and UFC had accepted him to come train. It was his moment, but his Grandma was really sick and his Aunt had lost her job --someone had to pay for medical bills.

He didn't take his shot.

He still boxed, still continued to make adult films, but he had begun doing those things less and less as the months passed.

In October of 2020, he was making regular visits to the hospital. He would always bring her daises. They made her smile.



» EQUIPMENT
✦ A couple protein bars in his pocket
✦ Gym bag w/ Gym clothes & shoes, Gloves, wallet, keys, phone, some towels an' shit
✦ Gallon water bottle
✦ Headphones & phone charger
✦ weed
✦ His Dick

» WEAPONS
✦ His DICK fists & anything he can turn into a melee weapon. Not really a big fan of guns.


» CLOTHING
✦ Dark Levi jeans, well worn.
✦ Cotton white shirt that’s a bit faded.
✦Black Baseball cap
✦ Black leather jacket, well worn.
✦Brand new Timms.


» OTHER
He treats his Baby cousin like his little sister and would die for her.

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