Realistic or Modern Is This The End? Characters (Open)

[KaiMedia]

Welcome!!
This is the official Character thread for Is This The End?
I would like to welcome you all to my little world!

I can't wait to see what stories await and who it is that will be occupying these stories!!
If you have not yet I strongly recommend checking out the interest check for this Rp so you have an Idea of what to expect.

Realistic or Modern - Is this the end? Post Apocalypse Rp (open)

Is This The End? Fifteen years ago the dead began to rise and feast on the flesh of the living. Within two weeks the virus had spread across nearly 50% of the globe and the world began to plunge itself into chaos. The living quickly became just as dangerous as the infected maybe even more so...

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Before we get started I would like to go over a couple of things. I will be putting together lore and current events that will slowly be updated as the game progresses and players learn. This will be a great resource that you will want to keep checking as time goes on but more on that later.

Things to note​

• Players are expected to be able to usually post at least twice a week if something happens and you cannot post just please let me know. ​
• We will be using a post order this is to keep people from being left out please do not post if it is not your turn.​
• I do not care if you play multiple characters but please be sure you can handle it. ​
• I do not plan on having to solve issues between players or having to tell people what they can and cannot do but if I have to get involved remember this is my RP and my word is final. (please don't make me get involved I don't like to do it but I will do what I must)​
• All Characters are part of the Mississippi Valley township at start of play and should have been for a minimum of a month ​
• Above all else have fun!!

!!Your Cs Should contain the following!!
Everything below is just a staring point to make sure you put thought into your character but I encourage you to add as much extra as you would like.
Name
Age
Gender
Orientation (optional)
Appearance (picture or description - Please keep it realistic)
Personality (A paragraph)
Likes (At least 3)
Dislikes (At least 3)
Strength (At least 1)
Weakness (At least 1)
History ( 2 paragraphs minimum)
Equipment (There is no hard limit here but keep it reasonable. Some lenience will be given during play but you cant just have everything all the time.)
Anything else you would like to add have fun with it.

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[Vexumin]

Olivia



Age: 19

Gender: Female

Appearance:
Olivia is a tall and lanky girl. She stands at 6'2", but she usually seems smaller as she has a tendency to shrink herself down, almost as if she was prepared to hide at a moments notice if need be. Her hair is long and untamed, hanging just below her bottom. It has likely been a long time since it was last cut, that is if it was ever cut. Many of her features are gaunt and she does not have much meat on her bones, but that does not seem to keep her from doing tasks that some would not see fit for her build. Her light yellow eyes, bordering on grey, are neither piercing nor disinterested. They are mostly observant, examining things carefully. Some would know why, others would have a more difficult time figuring out what makes this girl so cautious.

Personality:
Olivia has always been rather quiet despite how long she has lived in the Mississippi Valley township. She arrived when she was young. Still a little girl and alone at that. It is not as if she is opposed to civil conversation, it is just that she keeps quiet, having grown to be that way among the dangers of the world as to avoid drawing their attention. When she is silent, she draws less attention. When she is silent, she is not heard by bandits or the dead. Because of her habit of speaking silently, she had developed another habit and that is to get really close to people when speaking to them in her whisper-like voice. At times she'll be just shy of face to face with another and other times her face with hover over the shoulder of a person from just behind as she speaks into their ear.

Aside from her oddities, Olivia has a habit of being stubborn about making her own place in the community. Probably the only person with a handmade home, albeit a poorly built one. However, she's got tarps for when it rains and a firepit for when it gets cold. She is not ill prepared. When she needs something, she is more than willing to disappear from town for a bit to scavenge her own supplies. When all she has to do is fend for herself, she finds it quite a bit easier. That, and she is not even sure just how well she could care for another human being.

Likes:
Social gatherings. Even though she is quiet by nature, she enjoys being around others and meeting people. She likes making things by hand. Crafting keeps her occupied, even if her tools and creations are quite crude. They will do the trick in a pinch though. Olivia likes to paint. The outside of her scrapheap of a home is covered in paints that she will occasionally find during her scavenging trips. Her style of art is nothing special, more shapes and colors of things she sees in her mind on a whim. Sometimes though, she will make something truly curious.

Dislikes:
Being held back. She does not enjoy when people try to do what they think is best for her. People have already tried to keep her from venturing from the town alone for her scavenging runs, but she always managed to find a way out. She especially does not like when others endanger her. It is as if she is being personally attacked when one draws too much unwanted attention in her presence. The bad kind of unwanted attention, of course. Another thing that Olivia dislikes is lying in order to make her do something, no matter how vital. She'd rather be her own judge of the risks of actions taken. Leading her on only to have her do something far riskier than it at first seems will cause a serious breach of trust between herself and the one responsible.

The last but most damning things that one could bring up with her is her family. There is something about her when someone tries to bring up her family that grows especially dark. It is as if the spirit within her just drains away. The hope and courage fade away in an instant. It has led to some serious depressive mood swings for the young woman. Though it never seems to keep her down for very long. Usually she'll have her down spell and be back on her feet within the next hour or two.

Strengths:
Olivia has always been incredibly strong willed. Under even the most dire of circumstances, she will not stop looking for the best way to evade danger and conflict. There is not much that can take the momentum out of the young woman once she has gotten to work. Olivia has also always been quite handy about making use of all she can get her hands on. Nothing goes to waste. Not during her scavenging and not during her hunting.

Weakness:
While Olivia enjoys the presence of others, sometimes her personal interests can heavily conflict with that of the whole. When someone asks, 'how are we going to get out of this alive' she is asking herself how -she- will make it out alive and with no thought of anyone else. Her desire to live can at times lead her to make rather quick and harsh choices tp abandon others. Thankfully nothing extreme has ever happened and occasionally she will come back for others, however, she always looks out for herself first.

History:
When Olivia first arrived at the town, it was in torn clothes too baggy for her own good, a bloody knife in hand, an unloaded pistol tucked under the tightened waistband of her pants, that were actually worn out cargo shorts for an adult man, and a look so grim it could make a grown man flinch. To see such a look in the eye of a small little girl was rather intimidating. It was as if she had seen the horrors of this world in its entirety in just her own short lifespan... and she probably has. Needless to say, she was taken in by the community. Some families would try to take her into their homes, raise her as their own, but something about families always seemed to drive her away. She spent much of her growing within the town, eventually building her own home, no matter how poorly built.

She partakes in fetching goods for the community when she can. She goes about it in a rather silent hero kind of way, trying to pay back the kind folk for helping her stay somewhere safe. However, she was anything but a hero. For the most part, paying off her debt to these people was her true goal, but as she was never told how much she owed, she just kept working. In her eyes, her living there was a give and take situation. She got necessities for the community and she was free to do as she wished with her own little junk space. All the freedom she could want. Besides, it's not like she's being forced to stay against her will. She can leave whenever she wishes, but she's made some good friends of the people in the town. She knows this place, and that is all the comfort she could ever hope for. She only hopes it will last.

Equipment:
In terms of items that she keeps with her at most times, or when she is beyond the town for some scavenging, she always keeps only a few certain items on her at all times. One is her knife. The very same one that she arrived into town with. It's a fixed blade bayonet bowie knife. A military grade piece of weaponry that has seen a lot of use with time. The blade is always somewhere close at hand, not that she is very keen on using it unless necessary. Aside from the knife, she keeps a large backpack with her for her scavenging runs. Nothing too special about the bag. It's just quite big. When she is able to get ammunition for it, she keeps a small 9mm Glock pistol on her person as extra protection. However, guns are always her last resort. One will almost never find her reaching for her gun unless she has absolutely no choice.

 

[KaiMedia]

Olivia

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Age: 19

Gender: Female

Appearance:
Olivia is a tall and lanky girl. She stands at 6'2", but she usually seems smaller as she has a tendency to shrink herself down, almost as if she was prepared to hide at a moments notice if need be. Her hair is long and untamed, hanging just below her bottom. It has likely been a long time since it was last cut, that is if it was ever cut. Many of her features are gaunt and she does not have much meat on her bones, but that does not seem to keep her from doing tasks that some would not see fit for her build. Her light yellow eyes, bordering on grey, are neither piercing nor disinterested. They are mostly observant, examining things carefully. Some would know why, others would have a more difficult time figuring out what makes this girl so cautious.

Personality:
Olivia has always been rather quiet despite how long she has lived in the Mississippi Valley township. She arrived when she was young. Still a little girl and alone at that. It is not as if she is opposed to civil conversation, it is just that she keeps quiet, having grown to be that way among the dangers of the world as to avoid drawing their attention. When she is silent, she draws less attention. When she is silent, she is not heard by bandits or the dead. Because of her habit of speaking silently, she had developed another habit and that is to get really close to people when speaking to them in her whisper-like voice. At times she'll be just shy of face to face with another and other times her face with hover over the shoulder of a person from just behind as she speaks into their ear.

Aside from her oddities, Olivia has a habit of being stubborn about making her own place in the community. Probably the only person with a handmade home, albeit a poorly built one. However, she's got tarps for when it rains and a firepit for when it gets cold. She is not ill prepared. When she needs something, she is more than willing to disappear from town for a bit to scavenge her own supplies. When all she has to do is fend for herself, she finds it quite a bit easier. That, and she is not even sure just how well she could care for another human being.

Likes:
Social gatherings. Even though she is quiet by nature, she enjoys being around others and meeting people. She likes making things by hand. Crafting keeps her occupied, even if her tools and creations are quite crude. They will do the trick in a pinch though. Olivia likes to paint. The outside of her scrapheap of a home is covered in paints that she will occasionally find during her scavenging trips. Her style of art is nothing special, more shapes and colors of things she sees in her mind on a whim. Sometimes though, she will make something truly curious.

Dislikes:
Being held back. She does not enjoy when people try to do what they think is best for her. People have already tried to keep her from venturing from the town alone for her scavenging runs, but she always managed to find a way out. She especially does not like when others endanger her. It is as if she is being personally attacked when one draws too much unwanted attention in her presence. The bad kind of unwanted attention, of course. Another thing that Olivia dislikes is lying in order to make her do something, no matter how vital. She'd rather be her own judge of the risks of actions taken. Leading her on only to have her do something far riskier than it at first seems will cause a serious breach of trust between herself and the one responsible.

The last but most damning things that one could bring up with her is her family. There is something about her when someone tries to bring up her family that grows especially dark. It is as if the spirit within her just drains away. The hope and courage fade away in an instant. It has led to some serious depressive mood swings for the young woman. Though it never seems to keep her down for very long. Usually she'll have her down spell and be back on her feet within the next hour or two.

Strengths:
Olivia has always been incredibly strong willed. Under even the most dire of circumstances, she will not stop looking for the best way to evade danger and conflict. There is not much that can take the momentum out of the young woman once she has gotten to work. Olivia has also always been quite handy about making use of all she can get her hands on. Nothing goes to waste. Not during her scavenging and not during her hunting.

Weakness:
While Olivia enjoys the presence of others, sometimes her personal interests can heavily conflict with that of the whole. When someone asks, 'how are we going to get out of this alive' she is asking herself how -she- will make it out alive and with no thought of anyone else. Her desire to live can at times lead her to make rather quick and harsh choices tp abandon others. Thankfully nothing extreme has ever happened and occasionally she will come back for others, however, she always looks out for herself first.

History:
When Olivia first arrived at the town, it was in torn clothes too baggy for her own good, a bloody knife in hand, an unloaded pistol tucked under the tightened waistband of her pants, that were actually worn out cargo shorts for an adult man, and a look so grim it could make a grown man flinch. To see such a look in the eye of a small little girl was rather intimidating. It was as if she had seen the horrors of this world in its entirety in just her own short lifespan... and she probably has. Needless to say, she was taken in by the community. Some families would try to take her into their homes, raise her as their own, but something about families always seemed to drive her away. She spent much of her growing within the town, eventually building her own home, no matter how poorly built.

She partakes in fetching goods for the community when she can. She goes about it in a rather silent hero kind of way, trying to pay back the kind folk for helping her stay somewhere safe. However, she was anything but a hero. For the most part, paying off her debt to these people was her true goal, but as she was never told how much she owed, she just kept working. In her eyes, her living there was a give and take situation. She got necessities for the community and she was free to do as she wished with her own little junk space. All the freedom she could want. Besides, it's not like she's being forced to stay against her will. She can leave whenever she wishes, but she's made some good friends of the people in the town. She knows this place, and that is all the comfort she could ever hope for. She only hopes it will last.

Equipment:
In terms of items that she keeps with her at most times, or when she is beyond the town for some scavenging, she always keeps only a few certain items on her at all times. One is her knife. The very same one that she arrived into town with. It's a fixed blade bayonet bowie knife. A military grade piece of weaponry that has seen a lot of use with time. The blade is always somewhere close at hand, not that she is very keen on using it unless necessary. Aside from the knife, she keeps a large backpack with her for her scavenging runs. Nothing too special about the bag. It's just quite big. When she is able to get ammunition for it, she keeps a small 9mm Glock pistol on her person as extra protection. However, guns are always her last resort. One will almost never find her reaching for her gun unless she has absolutely no choice.

looks great to me!

 

[KaiMedia]

NAME: Alan James Whittaker
AGE:39
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Alan is a rather plane man in appearance always preferring simple and practical. He always wears a warm and caring face his gaze just has a way of calming people. His simple nature carries on to the way he dresses never anything over the top and always with a purpose. He will typically dress in one or two layers as to accommodate for the changing weather throughout the day.

Personality:
Alan is very much the warm fatherly type always there with a smile and a desire to listen and help in any way he can. He doesn't talk a ton usually preferring to keep his words for when they actually matter, Many would argue it is part of the reason he is such a great listener never trying to talk over or diminish what you say or feel regardless of what he feels is right or wrong. Only after you have finished will he give his opinion in a short but attentive answer.

Likes:
Alan enjoys helping others whatever form that may take if you ask for his help he will almost always agree.
sitting out under the stars. Alan enjoys relaxing outside just taking it all in especially at night.
Hunting is an activity Alan loved all his life and this new world has not taken that away.

Dislikes:
The Cold is not a fan of Alan nor he it. He had a bad knee from an injury he sustained in the service and the cold makes it ache.
Alan has never liked crowds something that only got worse after serving in the Army. In a crowd there are far to many variables to keep track of and far to many things that could go wrong.

Strength:
Alans warm and caring nature it a trait he values a lot. People knowing they can talk to him is very important to him.
Alan is very calm under pressure do to his time in the Army and he will stop at nothing to get those who are with him out of a dangerous situation.

Weakness:
If you asked him and he was giving his honest opinion Alan would have a very long list of weaknesses to give you, But his biggest weakness is potentially his lack of technical skills. Alan is not handy with any kind of tool. Often frustrated by the simplest of technical tasks. Cooking is a mystery to him about the best you will get out of him is a nearly burnt steak. None of this though is due to a lack of intelligence simply him lacking patience or focus for almost any task that requires concentration of that nature.

History

Alan Joined The US Army when he turned 18 and became an Army ranger. The army always seemed like the perfect carer for Alan and he enjoyed his time in the service of his country even if he didn't always agree with the things the Army did. Between deployments Alan met a woman and quickly fell in love. Though these days he hardly talks about her Alan believes Kate was his soulmate. Eventually Kate ended up pregnant with twins and Alan's Priorities completely changed. He decided that the military was not the carer that would alow him to be the father he wanted to be and decided he would not renew his contract.

Unfortunately though three months before the end of his contract the infection hit and now he was stuck continuing to serve not knowing if his wife and kids were alive nearly a year passed before Alan was able to make his way home but he found no signs of his family when he returned. He spent months doing nothing but search for his family following every bread crumb he could find no matter how hopeless it seemed. Upon ending up in Burlington Iowa he found a family held up in their home trying to survive this carzy world but just barley being able to stay alive. Seeing the mother and father trying everything they could to keep their twin boys alive Alan knew he had to help.

Knowing the trail to his family had long since run cold and he was simply hoping at this point he knew helping this family might be the one sliver of good he could do in this world and thus he began setting up a far more secure and defensible position in the downtown area of the city. Moving the family there he would begin to teach them how to survive and how to fight. Before long they found more survivors and slowly the community began to grow. Eventually the knew township needed leadership and that was never Alans goal as such the community moved on to appoint a council of officials and the Mississippi Valley township was born many don't know that this place probably wouldn't exist without Alan and frankly he likes it that way. He much prefers to just be another regular person here to help however he can.

Over the years Alan has definitely become something of a father figure to a lot of the younger survivors a role he has not taken lightly. Always being available for his “kids” teaching them all the things they need to survive in this world and guiding them down a path to be productive in this new word. Alan truly does look at most of the younger generation as his kids and will not hesitate to give his life in their defense.

Equipment:
A recurve bow
A hatchet
a crowbar
and his military ruck filled with any supplies​

 

[KaiMedia]

Picture is to help with the basic Idea of how he looks but a bit older.

NAME: Christopher Ryan Atley
GOES BY: Chris or Topher (never his full name)
AGE:15
Gander: Male
Appearance:
Chris is rather short and skinny for his age. He has eyes blue like ice. His hair style and color change frequently but its natural color is a dark brown. Much like his hair his style of dress is everchanging. Never having learned the conventional rules of fashion has led to him wearing basically whatever though it rarely matches.

Personality:
Chris almost has two completely different personalities one for when he is safe inside the walls of town and the other for when he is beyond them.
Having grown up in this nasty world Chris has learned how to handle himself when outside the safety of Mississippi Valley he is cold and calculated. Never making a move without thought and never hesitating to do what is necessary to survive.

Ever since Chris arrived at Mississippi Valley Three years ago a new side of him has begun to emerge when inside he is a rather fun and carefree guy smiling, laughing, making jokes there is rarely a dull moment in his presence. You never really know what he might do next. He is also very rebellious hates following rules and despises authority figures. This attitude has undoubtedly gotten him in trouble once or twice.

Likes:
Meditation Chris finds meditation to be very useful in keeping his body and mind in Balance as such he meditates Daily.
Sword fighting its a skill he picked up during his time before coming to town and has found working towards mastery of the Katana has saved his skin many times.
Being around others its not something Chris has always enjoyed due to his past but the longer he stays in Mississippi Valley the more he finds he is a very social person.

Dislikes:
Closed of or tight spaces make Chris extremely anxious and can quickly turn into complete meltdowns if in these spaces for to long.
Chris hates when people dismiss him because of his age. Having survived the world alone for many years he sees himself just as valuable as any adult.
being controlled or told what to do is something Chris has never adapted to. He does not like authority.

Strengths
Chris is very skilled with his katana it was the first weapon he every really used to defend his life and as such he has trained very hard with it taking every opportunity he gets to learn more about katana Techniques. He has a large collection of books and magazines on the topic and grabs more whenever he comes across them.
Due to his upbringing in this world Chris is very callus to many of its horrors allowing him to stay level headed in many situations.

Weakness
His fear of small spaces is a big weakness for Chris and has almost gotten him killed once or twice. Aside from that he is not very good at reading as it wasn't really a priority for him to learn growing up. He Can also be rather harsh and stubborn when things get serious. He will not hesitate to call you out rather rudely if he doesn't agree with you and furthermore will almost never change his mind on what he thinks is the best option.

History
Chris was born in the very early days of the infection never knowing a life before has given Chris a rathe unique look on the world to him it all seems normal anything else would just be strange. When he was young Chris lived on the road with his mother and father never staying in one place to long and avoiding other human contact at any cost. Chris was taught that other people were bad news and for most of his life he believed it wholeheartedly. This concept was only further concreated in his mind by the first outside contact with humans that Chris was old enough to recall.

At six things weren't going well for the Atley's every day was a struggle food was scarce and life on the road was not making it any easier eventually they all became very ill and had no choice but to bunker down for awhile this is when the Atley's would meet a group called the Angels of Death a ruthless but small group of bandits who preyed on the weak every chance they got. It was late at night Chris and his parents were held up in a small house they had found a few days prior trying to get over the illness that had struck them. When a group of men barged in they quickly rounded the three Atley's up and took everything they had. Chris's father tried to fight back but was shot for his efforts quickly followed by another gunshot that struck his mother and with that the Angles were gone leaving Chris alone his parents dead at his feet. Chris sat crying and holding his parents for hours and vowed to make those responsible pay for what they had done.

In the following two years he thought of nothing but his revenge gathering his strength and supplies always keeping track of the angles location. Then one day he woke up in a place he did not go to sleep. He was in a small cage barley enough space to look around. Chris began to panic as he came to the startling realization that he was in the Angels camp they had found him and brought him back while he slept terror swept over Chris as he looked around and saw the faces of the men who killed his parent in cold blood gathered around a fire laughing and drinking.

After that night Chris had become a slave to these men doing as he was told else suffering whatever kind of beating the men saw fit. This is the origin of many of his scares. How did he escape you ask? well that my friends is a story for another time. (Just want to keep some mystery in his backstory lol)

After Chris was free from those men he continued on surviving on his own never even contemplating the possibility of interacting with others. Chris was now twelve and things had not been going his way finding food became nearly impossible he was starving almost to death and a couple close calls with the dead and living alike left him exhausted and injured just wandering hoping to find something anything to turn the tides. That's when he found Mississippi Valley wandering he came upon a plot of land rich with fresh grown fruits and vegetables he moved towards a tree snatching an apple from its branches sitting at its base he began to eat and slowly drifted off to sleep out of pure exhaustion. The next morning the men and woman who had arrived to work the plot of land found him there asleep at the base of an apple tree. From that day on Chris was part of the Valley though he fought it at first eventually he gave in and has never looked back.

Equipment:
you will never see Chris without his Katana
AR-15 painted tan though its a bit worn he carries it to his side with a bungie strap
a small fixed blade knife for utility purposes.
a small backpack with food, water and a few medical supplies.​

 

[KingofAesir]

Quinn Ashman
WIP​

Age: 22
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Spoiler

Art is mine

Personality:

Likes:
+ Creating/Building things; Quinn's father was a carpenter before the outbreak and he carried over his skills during it, teaching her everything he knew about woodworking and building.
+ Storytelling; Quinn enjoys spending her time telling stories to anyone who will listen, even if they're always fantastical and made-up.
+ Sparring; There's no better training than fighting against other people, Quinn loves the thrill of a fight without the threat of danger ruining it.

Dislikes:
- Boredom; Quinn Ashman is nothing if not restless, there's nothing she hates more than having nothing to do.
- Rude/Closed-Off People; Making friends easily is something that Quinn prides herself on so when people are vehemently against it, she gets immensely frustrated.
- Loud Noises; Her father's death is the reason for this, she hates the sound of gunshots, or anything startlingly loud really.

Strengths:
+ Physical Strength
+ Quick thinking
+ Loyalty
+ Empathy

Weaknesses:
- Fear of loud noises
- Poor stealth
- Recklessness
- Attachment issues

History:

Equipment:
- A small hand axe, she carries everywhere.
- A composite hunting bow
- Small belt attached pouch to carry anything useful she can get her hands on

 

[.sheep.wolf.]

Name
Zayk J. Theylios
(Ziy-ck They-lee-ohs)
Age
21
Gender
Non-Binary (They/Them)
Appearance:
A rather short and stocky person (Standing at 5'2) with fiery red hair. They have cool blue-ish gray eyes that have an intense glare to them. They dress rather bright, but slips past everyone easily. They usually wear a sweatshirt and baggy pants, with combat boots. Zayk wears a dog-tag necklace with five of them on it, each different. They usually have an assortment of random bracelets. They look just about ready for any situation, yet always seem to never be. They carry around a backpack that looks too stuffed, and has things strapped to the side. There is a multitude of dangling décor on the side of the backpack. They look cuter than their speech tells you. Bark and Bite.
Personality
Zayk can be really serious, but laughs at almost everything. They're very energetic, and can be intense at times. But they care very much for those they are close to. They are not easy to win over, but once you have them on your side it's simple to get them to do what you want. They've learned from their past to not ask questions and do what your told.
Likes
-Storms
-Foxes
-Colors
-Stickers
Dislikes
-Being shouted at
-Hot weather
-Really tall people
Strength
-Anything athletic
-Knowing when to stop
-Loyalty to most anyone
-Sneaking around
Weakness
-Their temper
-Puzzles
-Trusting is hard for them as first
-Academics
History
They grew up with a middle-class, large family who all excelled in something, not excluding themselves. But when it came to asking questions, you just don't. Their parents were always up to something suspicious, but none of the five siblings ever asked. Ages 11 to 17, all of them never did. They didn't until the fuzz came knocking. Since then, they were always on the move. Yet they were told it was because of jobs. Once again, no questions asked.

It wasn't until Zayk's final year in high school, that it finally came. A question about it all. It started the spark that lit the fire. "Why don't we stop running for once?" Is what Lane said, the middle child. Every single sibling froze, but didn't stop him. The parents retaliated. Cops were called. It was all a blur. And just like that, the siblings were on their own. It's how they've been. Yet they were always close, and got closer.

And that's how they were.. Until it happened.
Equipment
They carry a multitude of things, but here's a short list of the main items:
-A baseball bat, usually wrapped in spiked wire
-A small medical kit
- Small Rations that are attempted to be re-filled weekly
-Two large daggers
-A set of five butterfly knives (Each one belonged to a different sibling, the fifth their own)
-A small sleeping bag, with a pillow built-in​

 

[MusicalMadness]

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Name

Terence Macy
Age
20
Gender
Male
Appearance
Terence, a 6'2 African American, his hair is dreaded with a white strain hang off into his face. He has an athletic build, but would much rather hide then fight. Terence has his right arm wrapped up which has made other surviving group believe his is infected but it is from another... Terence always tries to dress in something more along the lines of stealth, You would more likely see him in a sleeveless shirt and some black pants.
Personality
Terence looks threatening though first glances, but getting to know him you would come to wonder how he survived in this "new world". Terence will only fight to protect himself (if hiding isn't an option) or for someone he cares for. He is more of a coward than anything, But steps up to the plate when needed. he is very soft spoken almost too quite.
Likes
-dogs
-music
-company


Dislike
-gore
-betrayal
-fighting

Strength
-stealth
-trustworthy
-athletic

Weakness
- easily manipulated
-indecisive
-people pleaser


History
Terence was always like this with a family of 5, his mom, dad, and his two younger sisters. This is why he is so fast to save people when needed. Being the older sibling comes with unseen responsibilities especially if both parents work to care for their family, but he wasn't always soft spoken. Terence had lost his smile losing everything, and being the only thing surviving the virus out of his whole family. Now the you are lucky to get a few mumbles followed by granny walk in the opposite direction. Even though soft spoken he hates to see people upset and tries his best to fix what happen his fault or not. Terence really just wants to go back to the time before this all happened. Thank god he stumbled across this place.

Equipment
-fanny pack
-Chisa katana
-Med kit
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Art: Michael Toney
posted account:Isaiah Barco
( don't think its the best sorry)

 

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Name

Terence Macy
Age
20
Gender
Male
Appearance
Terence, a 6'2 African American, his hair is dreaded with a white strain hang off into his face. He has an athletic build, but would much rather hide then fight. Terence has his right arm wrapped up which has made other surviving group believe his is infected but it is from another... Terence always tries to dress in something more along the lines of stealth, You would more likely see him in a sleeveless shirt and some black pants.
Personality
Terence looks threatening though first glances, but getting to know him you would come to wonder how he survived in this "new world". Terence will only fight to protect himself (if hiding isn't an option) or for someone he cares for. He is more of a coward than anything, But steps up to the plate when needed. he is very soft spoken almost too quite.
Likes
-dogs
-music
-company


Dislike
-gore
-betrayal
-fighting

Strength
-stealth
-trustworthy
-athletic

Weakness
- easily manipulated
-indecisive
-people pleaser


History
Terence was always like this with a family of 5, his mom, dad, and his two younger sisters. This is why he is so fast to save people when needed. Being the older sibling comes with unseen responsibilities especially if both parents work to care for their family, but he wasn't always soft spoken. Terence had lost his smile losing everything, and being the only thing surviving the virus out of his whole family. Now the you are lucky to get a few mumbles followed by granny walk in the opposite direction. Even though soft spoken he hates to see people upset and tries his best to fix what happen his fault or not. Terence really just wants to go back to the time before this all happened. Thank god he stumbled across this place.

Equipment
-fanny pack
-Chisa katana
-Med kit
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Art: Michael Toney
posted account:Isaiah Barco
( don't think its the best sorry)

Looks good

 

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