Realistic or Modern "Instincts of the Beast" Residential Log

[RitualDeadlyf]

Character Sheet Template

[BASICS]

Name:
General Location:

Species:
Primary Gene:

Gender:
DOB:
Age:


[DESCRIPTION]

Physical Description:
Clothing Standards:
Distinguishing Features:

General Key Personality:
Mental Status:


[HISTORY]

Backstory:
Relations:


[INVENTORY]

Primary Item:
Secondary Item:

Resource Inventory:

[EXTRA]

For any information you would like to include that was not listed above.

 

[RitualDeadlyf]

Name: Zayara Okovich
General Location: Block F2

Race: Human

Gender: Female
Age: 27
DOB: January 13th

Physical Description:
Standing at about 5'3", Zayara has an average frame for her size. She has long, silver hair that appears frayed from constant dying or bleaching. Her eyes are a gentle green, almost gray.

Clothing Standards:
Due to the struggle of finding suitable attire, Zayara's clothes are made up of scraps of clothing put together. Typically gray or black rags and are layered in some way. Some parts of her body remain exposed like her arm or thigh. There are loose strands that hangs from various areas of her handcrafted attire.

Distinguishing Features:
While there is nothing that particularly stands out about Zayara, the tint of blue and violet in her hair will always be a dead giveaway.

Mental Status:
Depressed
Struggling with PTSD

Key Personality:

• Sarcastic
• Realistic
• Stubborn
• Mellow

History:
Zayara was a rebel growing up all party no work, enjoying every single day as if it was her last and ignoring parents. Schooling was something that was just in her way of enjoying her life. It was boring and considered too easy by her, frequently receiving a high grade point average. Zayara eventually dropped out of school to continue her fun.
One night, she was out drinking with some of her friends when a new alert overtook the whole room - experimented animals were on the loose attacking the humans in a frenzy. Her friends laughed it off thinking it was merely a joke one of the boys played on them by hooking up their bluetooth. But, it was not. Zayara was convinced it wasn't. There was some shouting outside the location and she out of curiosity, looked out the window. A humanoid rat attacked a man who was out for a cigarette. Her friends did not listen to explaining she had one too many to drink. Instead, Zayara left her friends behind to seek shelter.

Years have passed and there are many moments where Zayara had no idea how she managed to survive this long. Sheer luck. Her past haunts her, wishing she lived out her younger years a tad differently. Wishing she could have said something to her parents one last time, where ever they may be. Perhaps saved her friends not that she stuck around to know what happened. Each and every day, she scavenges for food just like a damn rat. But, over time, she learned not all of these animals were so bad - though, not completely trusting,

Relatives:
None Listed

Primary Item: Utility Knife
Secondary:

Resource Inventory:
x3 Rags
x1 Can of Chicken
x1 Sturdy Rope

 

[RitualDeadlyf]

Name: Maoi Kadoma
General Location: D1

Species: Beast
Primary Gene: Kermode Bear

Gender: Female
DOB: April 4th
Age: 6 (about 25 in human years)



[DESCRIPTION]

Physical Description:
Maoi is a white and gray bear with a lot of fur. It makes her self conscious of her weight but doesn't stop her from enjoying food as a bear would. Her eyes are a beady black that glimmer in the sun sometimes appearing more like a hazel.
Maoi stands at about 6' 5" and weights almost 270 pounds, a bulldozer you would not want to stand in front off. While she does not mind limiting the clothes she wears, you'll most often find her wearing a sun-worn green jacket that she claims she had found at an abandoned mall.

Clothing Standards:
Due to her size and amount of fur, Maoi must wear oversized clothing. She has no preference what she wears but enjoys wearing jackets as they seemingly make her look thinner. Clothing is much more difficult for her to find. Luckily, she has something in decent condition for the time being. A double layered jacket.

Distinguishing Features:
None

General Key Personality:

• Apologetic
• Naturally Optimistic
• Kind

Mental Status:
Optimistic


[HISTORY]

Backstory:

Relations:
None Listed


[INVENTORY]

Primary Item:
None
Secondary Item:
None

Resource Inventory:
x2 Tomato Seeds
x1 Tube of Honey
x3 Wood

[EXTRA]

Bears are highly intelligent mammals and Maoi is no exception despite being rather optimistic. She desires to provide enough food for others through gardening or fishing but lacks resources or assistance. Maoi has no use for weapons as her paws have been known to be enough force backed by her weight.

 

[Sunsmiter]

• Basics
• History
• Inventory and Extra
• Extra

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  [BASICS]
  
  Name: Demetrius Valdor
  General Location: B1 - A1
  
  Species: Beast
  Primary Gene: Komodo Dragon
  
  Gender: Female
  DOB: August 9th
  Age: 11 (roughly 27 in human years)
  
  
  [DESCRIPTION]
  Physical Description: A hulking and muscular giant of a girl, Valdor towers over pretty much all other Beasts and humans. Despite having no hair nor fur, Valdor’s scales are a dark grey, sometimes edging into black, lined with white stripes. Her eyes are slitted, like a reptile’s eyes.
  
  Clothing Standards: Valdor does not care. She’ll wear anything so long as it doesn’t hinders her way of fighting. As such, she prefers more “practical” clothing. Given her hulking size, muscularity and scales, clothing shopping isn’t exactly…easy, and as such most of her outfits are intended for wear-and-tear. However, given her reptilian heritage, she wears quite a bit of clothing given how the cold makes her slower, sluggish and sleepy.
  
  Distinguishing Features: White markings and scars. The scar on the outside of her left arm and the one slicing through the right side of her face are the most prominent.
  
  General Key Personality: Blunt and stoic, Valdor is about as subtle as a warhammer. Answering most questions with a single word or a grunt(if she answers at all), stoic is far too weak a word for her. She doesn’t shun conversation, rather having little to nothing to say when addressed most of the time. Quite literally reptilian, Valdor’s personality is as cold as her blood. She carries out orders as directed, about as blunt in her proceedings as a hammer and about as socially adept as a brick. One of the few times she truly comes alive is during combat, when her steely facade fades into an almost childish excitement.
  
  Mental Status: Completely confident.
  
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  [HISTORY]
  Backstory: Valdor’s ancestors were not originally created by nature. Back when humans had ruled the world, they were the false Komodo dragons created for warfare. Hatched by science, they were soldiers for the country, and killers at the core. The first creations were nothing like true evolution, more akin to Ferals than Beasts, so unstable they were little more than wild animals and restrained only by the military heirachy they had been born into. And yet when one day the labs broke and the tides changed, the draconian soldiers were among the first to attack their human creators.
  
  Valdor’s ancestors were not among them. They were among the more rational, the ones whose brains were not so unstable they were as suicidal as their comrades. They were among the ones that fled when the electric fields failed.
  
  They were the ones who survived the laboratory’s failed rebellion. They were the ones who managed to evolve beyond their half-feral creation.
  
  Years have passed, and generations of lab-created lizards had had enough time to live, breed with the natural-born reptiles, and die in their lover's arms when their lab-programmed lifespan ran out. The progenitors were hatched as a fragment of what could have been, resembling true Beasts, yet always bearing a trace of the military conduct that had created their ancestors.
  
  Valdor hatched among the outskirts. A brawler at the core(and quite literally formerly meant as a creation of war), Valdor enjoys a good fight, and there was certainly no shortage of fights among the outskirts. Years have passed, and the little lizard has grown into a warrior that lives for the day she finally falls in battle. She knows how to handle herself in a fight, be it with claws or teeth or guns.
  
  Relations: Huron
  
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  [INVENTORY]
  Primary Item: Beretta M9
  Secondary Item: Binoculars
  
  Resource Inventory:
  1 x med kit
  2x rations
  2x cartridge ammunition(total of 100)
  Compass
  
  
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  [EXTRA]
  
  • While Valdor is deadly in close-quarters combat given her poisonous bite and vicious claws, she has no ranged capabilities beyond her pistol.
  • She knows how to climb, but most trees around her area cannot support her weight