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arthur morgan.

arthur morgan.

be loyal to what matters



hello and welcome to life of extinction character sheet forum! this is where you will dump your character sheets and be in the running for a potential spot in our small group! don't let this be intimidating or anything, the character sheet will be rather easy. however, for this character sheet we will require some type of code, just to make everything look pretty since I'm a sucker for a nice code. I have provided a small list of required information of your character, so please fill it out all of it but you are able to include more then what is needed if you so wish.


for the sake of people and roles, you can only apply for one role at this time. as mentioned before, this is not a first come first served rp, character will be selected when the due date comes around. if you need an extension, please don't hesitate to ask and I will be more then willing to give it you. however if you don't finish it with the extension, more likely your character will not be selected out of being fair to those that finished on time.

I am not going to limit your creativity when it comes to character making, but please keep in mind that no one can have an over powerful character by any means, makes the rp less fun when that happens. other things to keep in mind, if you have triggers in your forms please leave a warning; also we require real face claims, no art or anime please and thank you!

basics
name:
nickname: (if applicable.)
age:
gender:
sexuality:
date of birth:
role:

visual
hair
eyes
skin: (color, texture, scars, etc)
modifications:
distinguishing features:
height:
weight:
face claim:

persona
brief personality:
virtues:
vices:
headcanons: (essentially little facts, look at my character sheet to understand what i mean if you don’t already know)
weaknesses :
strengths:
fears:
aliments :

background
history :
relationships

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Breathe.



fleurie












Dom.















B

asics.










FULL NAME


Dominique Marie Dumaine.







NICKNAME(S)


D, Dom.







AGE


Twenty-Six.







GENDER


Cis-female.







SEXUALITY


Demisexual.







D.O.B


February 20th.







ROLE


Farmer.













A

ppearance.










hair.


Dominique has large dreadlocks that stop at her chest. The locks are various shades of brown and are often tied back braided back when she’s working.







eyes.


Dark brown, almost black. If eyes are the windows to the soul, then hers are boarded up most of the time.







skin.


Golden brown, but changes depending on the season. Her skin is not perfect, she holds scars and blemishes from years of farm work and surviving the end of the world.







body/build.


Dominique is strong from years of manual labor. Her body is toned and build for tasks that require strength and stamina. She’s on the taller side, standing at 5’9.







dist. features.


Her dreadlocks are her most notable feature.






face claim.


Tati Gabrielle.












P

ersonality.










summary.


A recluse who seems to prefer the company of animals and nature over people. It's a contrast from the sweet young woman that she used to be. Dominique keeps people at arm’s length, even those that she has come to know over the past few years. She is just as closed off as she was when first arriving. Dominique is uncomfortable around others and prefers to be alone. While she won’t shoo anyone off her body language is usually a clear indicator of when she doesn’t want anyone around, her body tense and eyes looking away.

She has come to be labeled as antisocial, mean even from the way she doesn’t seem to smile, from the way she doesn’t seem to have time for others. Dominique had come to accept this label and use it as a shield. She doesn’t believe that she will be able to trust others again. It's clear that she isn’t the most optimistic. instead she prefers the cold truth and rationality.

Deep down Dominique mourns the youth that was robbed from her, the family that was stolen from her. There are traces of the sweet girl in there somewhere, beneath the hurt and fear that grips her heart. She is deeply emotional but hides it. Dominique is quite in tune with how she feels but she isn’t open with it.







positive traits.


Loyal, Sensitive, Earnest, Reliable, Compassionate, Independent







negative traits


Introverted, Emotional, Callous, Insecure, Worrywart, Crybaby







strengths.


Her most notable weakness lies in people, she has always been somewhat socially awkward. It can even be said that she’s somewhat afraid of them. her inability to open up also sets her back. While she was trained in basic self-defense, she’s no match for those with more experience. The same goes for weapons.







weakness.


Her strength lies in farm work. from tending to crops, to looking after animals and identifying different plants within an area. Dominique has a special connection with the earth it seems. She’s a true woods woman with a green thumb. She’s physically fit from manual labor and has good stamina.







fears.


Too many to count. Dominique is scared of losing everything. She’s scared of the shell that she’s become and the possibility of her never connecting with another human again. She worries that leaving the grove will be the death of them. She fears that she’s still not strong enough to protect everything that she holds dear.







ailments.


She’s as healthy as a horse, besides some seasonal allergies.












H

istory.






Cecilia and Jacques were highschool sweethearts before Jacques was sent off to war. The two of them were very much in love and heartbroken when it was Jacques’s time to fight for his country. The two of them shared a single night together before he left the country.

Like her sweetie Cecilia was only 18 at the time. She was a young woman with dreams. Known for her lovely voice, she had dreams of being a star for as long as she could remember. That night between her and Jacques would come back to haunt her. Her dreams came crashing down when he learned of her pregnancy. She had become the very thing that girls like her would whisper about, a country bumpkin who got knocked up before she could make anything of herself. A poor girl who hadn’t been smart enough to lay with someone who could actually do something for her.

Jacques learned through her pregnancy through the letters that they exchanged. He promised that he would be there was he could come home, promised that he would find a stable job to provide for her and the baby. Those promises never came however, like so many others the war had taken his life.

Heartbroken, Cecilia left her daughter to her parents in order to pursue her dreams. She couldn’t bear to be reminded of her beloved, of the mistakes that she’d made. And so she ran in order to forget. Letting little Dominique to be raised by her parents.

Under the care of her grandparents Dominique was raised to be a well-rounded yet shy young woman. Unlike her mother, she adored ranch life. Her grandparents were happy to teach her all that they knew. Her life was simple but she was happy. She knew of her father, had learned of him through her grandparents and the letters exchanged between him and her mother. Dominique also knew of her mother and didn’t hold any hate in her heart for the woman. Instead she longed for the day where she would return and they would be a family. But she never did come back.

When the world came to an end, Dominique was able to survive for quite some time with her grandparents. They had always been somewhat isolated, the creatures had been drawn to more crowded areas. Dominique was able to learn the rules of the game and let her grandparents know. It all came crashing down when a group of men arrived at their ranch. Her grandparents were up in age, despite her grandpa’s soldier background, he stood no chance against the men who had arrived. Dominique had been taken outside to be killed, as she was dragged away she could hear the pleading of her grandma before two shots rang out.

As the man before her raised the gun, she stared at him. With tears streaming down her face she never left his eyes, wanting to remember his face she she could come back and haunt him in the afterlife. Instead he raised his hand in the air and shot, telling her to run. She did. But she came back.

Dominique came back and sobbed over the bodies of her grandparents, she buried them on the land that they’d loved so much and took off. She left a large part of herself behind that day.









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    general
    beau
    full name
    beau daniel tucker
    age
    twenty-four
    gender
    cis male
    sexuality
    heteroflexible
    date of birth
    november 27th
    role
    scout
    paranoia dreams
    nicknames.
    sleepy / marls

    ailments.
    nicotine addiction / dyslexia / joint hypermobility in his back and shoulders

    home.
    sherwood, arkansas
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medic



evelyn.







full name

evelyn jarvis






nicknames

eve, ev, jarvis






age

twenty three






d.o.b.

24th of april






gender

cis-female






sexuality

bisexual

































dreams


fleetwood mac




















01.



visage

















height

5ft5






weight

115lbs






hair c.

long chestnut brown hair with a slight wave which she usually has tied back, she gives it a trim herself when it goes past her chest. when she’s been out in the sun it can appear to have lighter streaks.






eye c.

round, expressive, dark brown almost black in dark lighting






skin

pale with freckles, and usually dark eye bags, smooth but slightly textured due to exposure to the elements. a thin scar from across the right side of her forehead that she tries to cover with her hair, a scar on her left palm from cutting herself with a pocket knife. she burns easily






modifications

triple lobe piercings on each ear






faceclaim

maude apatow























02.



psyche









Evelyn has a muted, subdued presence that can make her easy to overlook and even easier to walk all over. She’s soft spoken and diplomatic. As a medic she utilises her most prevalent personality traits, she’s caring and thoughtful in her work and her interactions with others. She was always perceived as a harmless bookworm, girl-next-door type but in the context of this new world she can appear to be a liability for any group she’s with. She doesn’t have an aptitude for combat or survival skills and has a lot of trouble standing up for herself.

But her medical abilities, extensive knowledge of the body, mind and how to heal them, her steady hand and her calmness under pressure make her an asset to anyone who plans on staying alive. Evelyn actively seeks the comfort of a large group, her self awareness has granted her the ability to see that she more than anyone needs the protection. The years have hardened her softness and what once was a naive, idealistic outlook on life is more of a pragmatic, stoic one. She might not look like much, but she holds a solid inner strength that has allowed her to survive thus far.

Her interactions with others are often quite one sided, she’s more of a listener than a speaker and would prefer to be looked over by most, especially some of these new people she’s met. It’s not that she’s particularly scared of them just more intimidated, and certainly doesn’t trust them. Contrary to her unbothered demeanour she can be irked by things very easily, she figures that pushing these unhelpful emotions down is probably the best tactic for the time being.. so that’s what she’s done for the past 7 years.






virtues

thoughtful, patient, caring, empathetic, intelligent, principled, perceptive, sincere






vices

sensitive, anxious, non confrontational, cautious, daydreamer, quiet, quite meek, passive agressive






fears

the dark, large open spaces, being alone


















03.



history










0-16 years old
Evelyn was raised by her father Arlow Jarvis, a retired army doctor, and her mother Renee Jarvis, a high school guidance counsellor. She had two brothers Leo and James who were 10 years older than her, it wasn’t only this age that separated them but their insistence that anything Evelyn had to say was frivolous or below their intellect.

When her only siblings moved out, both following in their dad's footsteps and joining the army, Evelyn was left with her two ageing parents in their soulless, suburban family home. She was a perpetually timid and quiet child, living in her head most of the time. When she got a little older her dad started to teach her all about his work, he was always a little distant when she was younger, ghosts from his army days her mother had explained solemnly. Evelyn jumped at this opportunity to bond with him and would spend most of her time reading his old textbooks. Some of the information was outdated but Evelyn was fascinated, she would re-sketch the diagrams and practice on her stuffed animals and dolls.

Her mom was the family reputation minded religious type and more of a hippy herbalist than a follower of science (Evelyn didn’t even get her vaccinations until she was 5 years old). Renee taught her all about herbal remedies, essential oils, and acupuncture. A lot of it was bullshit but some of it has come in handy over the years.


16-23 years old
At the very beginning of the crisis, when the army was trying to come to terms with their loss of power and casualties her father and brothers went to fight or organize or whatever it was that men felt the need to do in these situations. Meanwhile Evelyn and her mother cowered in their basement, clutching onto one another in the dark for days waiting for the all clear.

When help never came and when it dawned that this wasn’t going to be solved by anyone else anytime soon Evelyn decided for the first time in her life to take some initiative. Banding together with a group of her next-door neighbors they worked together to stay safe. For the first few months it was going as smoothly as it could, but as the fatigue set in and the food stores dwindled the atmosphere went from friendly to tense very rapidly. Evelyn was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with their situation and with her mother’s health worsening the 17-year-old didn’t know what to do. Surprising to everyone including herself, Evelyn was deemed as a worthy part of the group, while members deemed ‘weaker’ were planned on being left behind. It took everything in her to insist that her mother be brought along, a woman who was now afflicted with a seemingly permanent chest infection and decreasing mobility.

For 3 and a half years that’s how they survived, under the protection of old acquaintances Evelyn and Renee lived the standard half-life of those stuck in a dystopian wasteland. They moved slowly but surely doing whatever they had to do to survive. Most of it was a blur except for flashes of fear and memories of stuffing whatever first aid equipment she could find into rucksacks after crawling through a broken drugstore window.

Until finally on one particularly long night her mother passed away quietly, at this point Evelyn had no clue if her brothers or dad were even alive, never mind how to get word of Renee’s death to them. At this point their team of survivors had dwindled down to the rugged few, each more unpleasant than the last with the effects of all they had seen rearing its ugly head. Evelyn didn’t see much point in sticking around at this point and preferred to take her chances alone than see how this situation ended up. She and three others made their way to ‘the Grove,’ which Evelyn wasn’t convinced really existed until they arrived at the gates, two people less after what seemed like endless days of walking.



















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miscellaneous

















strengths

medical knowledge, quick thinking, calm under pressure, steady hand






weaknesses

physical combat, confrontation






ailments

insomniac: has been known spend most of her nights reading or staring out the window until sunrise






headcanons


- wears her moms rosary beads under her shirt at all times
- cat person
- she was the girl scout that failed miserably at the outdoor activities
- won’t be direct with people but loves a good silent seethe
- nail biter
- played piano
- refuses to kill spiders but is deathly afraid of them
- secretly works on her combat skills when she’s alone




















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rina hiraoka — the tinkerer
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Fantasy



Meiko Nakahara












The Tinkerer















R

equisite.










name


Rina Hiraoka







a.k.a.


NaNa, Clank







age


33 years old







Gender


nonbinary; she/they







sexuality


demisexual







D.O.B.


April 1st







Role


The Tinkerer















A

ppearance.










Hair


Cut short, Rina's hair is poorly bleached; tendrils of rust strewn about messily, but often worn under hats for more control. The hair is often worn under low-maintenance styles as well, to keep her eyes safe from the burden of staring back at light strands. Practicality is important, to have the hair out of the way. As she works, Rina opts for headbands to keep the strays in place.







Eyes


Her eyes are brown and nothing close to extraordinary--aside from the light that bounces against the dullness in the midst of a thought. Eyes are the windows of the soul, as some may admit, and theirs are just as giving; it is apparent that emotions are fully readable through them. They are almond shaped, double eye lidded, and slightly hooded accompanied by dark circles (she has genetics and coffee to thank for this). The eyes, however, are often protected by goggles and reading glasses; less than pristine eyesight is something they have learned to live with.







Skin


The skin is pale and slightly blemished, a few scars scattered throughout, the imprints of memories that are not often treaded lightly. Across her face are light freckles, barely visible to the eye unless you look close enough. Self care is not a thing in these times, with them often neglecting a routine that most had before the world went to shit; slightly dehydrated with a combination of dry and oily spots in the skin.







Build


Standing at 5'7", Rina isn't one of the shorter bunch. Their build, however, isn't as sturdy as their stance; a lithe, only slightly muscular figure, they aren't as strong as others. But this is often made up for in their quick wit and dexterity.







Distinguishing Features


Bunny teeth, a scar that runs along the length of their right forearm, and a few tattoos here and there.







Faceclaim


Rinko Kikuchi in The Brothers Bloom













p

syche.





A
Pathological Liar
and damn good at it too, so good in fact that most wouldn't even bat an eye. In some cases, Rina seems to be the most trustworthy person in a sea of liars, but that is far from the case.
Cunning
, Rina showcases how truly good they are at getting others to believe in their lies, but is smart enough to not believe in her own. It's a good thing she keeps tabs on the things she says, keeps it consistent so that if someone ever asked her about it, it slips right off the tongue. It almost feels right, setting up who you never were, but want to be. But it isn't all bad, there is loyalty in the hands of this fraud; while, yes, Rina might be a serial fabricator, once they like, admire, and trust you, it's smooth sailing from here.

Rina is
witty
and
sarcastic
, a bit
irritating
, but somewhat magnetic. Their
convivial
and
nonchalant
nature is what keeps others as ease. Well, that and the fact that they cannot take themselves seriously. In trying times like this, Rina can either be a breath of fresh air or a thorn in your side.

Don't let the attitude fool you. Rina is and will always be
intelligent
,
calculated
enough to assess situations and act in ways that they see fit. To them, it's easier to fake it when you're so disconnected from other people.

The world is a dangerous place, something that Rina has learned from a young age, maybe a bit too young. But they've taken this life lesson and molded it, their
resourcefulness
unparalleled; some would say it's like turning water into wine, but in Rina's case? It's like turning an old toaster into a new death trap. And maybe they're a bit too enthusiastic when they show off their latest creations, patting themselves on the back, sharing it with others, wanting to test them and bringing someone else along with them. Almost freakishly so.

VICES

Uncouth, Egotistic, Overzealous, Sarcastic, Detached, Spacey, Impatient, Deceptive

VIRTUES

Dauntless, Intelligent, Empathetic, Charismatic, Innovative, Humorous, Eccentric

HEADCANONS

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Has a pocket teddy bear for good luck.
!
Often goes out to do test runs for devices.
!
Has unintentionally made something work when it shouldn't have worked.
!
Needs coffee 24/7.
!
Smokes a lot.
!
Likes risky business, but wouldn't put other people at risk.
!
Doesn't like to sleep with their back to the front of their tent. Too risky.
!
Drinks a lot, maybe a bit too much.
!
Some days hangs out with others, other days would rather stick to building shit alone.
!
Usually covered in scrapes and cuts, tiny burns from working.

STRENGTHS

Resourceful, Detail Oriented, Knowledgeable, Independent, Intuitive, Versatile, Creative, Analytical

WEAKNESSES

Risk-taker, Competitive, Disorganized (when it comes to their workspace), not much of a fighter

FEARS

confined spaces, deep waters, maggots, centipedes, loss of bodily autonomy

AILMENTS

insomnia, hasn't gone to therapy--still needs to figure it out, weak eyesight









h

istory





TW: illness, death.

Some families are fortunate enough to never experience the truth of tragedy; the Hiraokas were never quite the fortunate bunch. They were prone to Chronic Tragedy, one after the other, with burdens that often followed one another. First there was the family cat, that thing had practically raised Rina, stuck by her side since it was a kitten up until Rina was 10. They still remember finding the body stuck in the hollow of an oak tree, peacefully at rest, after days of looking for it. Rina found it first, screamed, cried, shouted, and her parents had the response she didn’t expect: they didn’t mourn like she did, only wrapped it in a blanket and buried it, but their grief could have been shadowed by the fact that they didn’t want Rina staring back at it.

Then it was their sister, younger than her, full of life that was cut too short—dimmed by a pesky illness they thought was gone forever. Until she was the one gone. Or maybe their mother had lied to them, the fact that having to lie to Rina only showed how disconnected they were from one another. Rina was only 13, a teen who only wanted a shot at the world, chasing the stars like no tomorrow; and in the blink of an eye, that ambition had almost dwindled. Almost.

Of course, this didn’t stop Rina in the tracks of brilliance to come. It only fueled them, made them fight harder—not only for the approval of their parents, who often seemed unimpressed by the scholastic achievements, but for the underlying thought that maybe, just maybe, her sister was watching over her. Rina’s achievements were not only hers, it was their sister’s too.

But with the accomplishments came the paranoia—the thought that things would go awry, and so they have. No, it wasn’t the type of tragedy to mess her up for years to come, but it was the type that she’d come to terms with. Their mother and father never got along, some would even say that their relationship was more transactional than anything; Rina’s mother cooks, cleans, stays out of the way, a bit too quiet—and their father provided, paid the bills, talked over their mother. He even came home late at night, mother not saying a word, accepting defeat in a place where fighting for something was supposed to be the expectation. The only thing that had glued them together was the thought of raising Rina into having the life that they wanted for themselves; to be monumentally successful in places they were not. And so they hovered over her like hungry vultures, and one could imagine how mentally taxing that was.

Acting out was the only thing they could do to grasp onto the only control they had in their life. The grades stayed up, not because of fear, but because Rina’s mind couldn’t handle the thought of a grade lower than a B; call them an overachiever or what will you, but that’s how they kept a grip on reality.

And it paid off.

She had to stop looking at the world through the eyes of her mother; a dreary place with little opportunity—though, there was truth in that. Rina’s intelligence had only gotten them so far, a few contracts, flipped through jobs, all of which had ended with Rina’s demise. Career wise, that was. But there was a big break. Eventually, that was. Big companies often looked for engineers to further their production and tech, something that Rina was admittedly good at. The engineering degree paid off, unlike the pile of student loans that very well could have towered over her.

Early mornings were spent with phone calls from mom and dad, a light breakfast, even a run—then it was off to the same building. Concrete walls, cold stone, linoleum and carpet, a few conference rooms and a break room that obviously lacked funding. To say that it was bleak was an understatement, and after a while, Rina had begun to prefer living back in her small studio apartment.

The childhood paranoia bled into adulthood. Brilliant minds are often haunted by something, Rina was the same but never knew why. Maybe they hadn’t followed their true calling, didn’t work a job that they loved. It didn’t take long for them to quit that office job and, certainly, her parents were more than disappointed. Phone calls stopped, mom and dad cared less and less.

They often sat in their empty apartment, wall covered in fluorescent pink eviction notices, with schematics shoddily taped onto the wall beside them. They were in work, then out of work, back in, back out. The paranoia was right to stay, and even with the change of course, from one degree to another, a new life and job in a city where they thought they were invisible—Rina was not impenetrable. Isolation caused them to dwell further into their thoughts, wondering about the stray ant that walked across their apartment—thought about how it must have been confused as to why it was alone. Or maybe it was enjoying its freedom.

That’s how they knew they needed a change of pace.

Suddenly Rina was on their way to a different city, thought about changing their name, and in the middle of packing the little clothes they had, there was the fateful phone call. It must have been important, knowing how her parents hadn’t exactly been in the best communication. The other line sounded off with a quiver, a sigh of despair, and the following words that made Rina crumble.

“Your mother is sick.”

Sure, Rina wasn’t close with them in any capacity—maybe even held disdain for her mother, thought of her weak when the woman never spoke up in defiance to her father. But this was devastating. They didn’t speak, cupping their hand against their mouth with tearful eyes before dropping the clothing that was piled in their arms. And that was it: Rina, instead of following the path of life they wanted, fell back into the arms of her parents. Their home was just the same as it were when she was little, only, medical equipment was sprawled around every corner, and her mother was sat in a wheelchair.

They hadn’t seen each other for months and her mother was nowhere near happy to see her. There were mornings where she’d yell and scream until her throat went raw, weakly kicked at Rina—something often dodged, but it still hurt nonetheless.

“Why did you leave? Why did you quit? You had so much going for you and you blew it.”

And Rina wondered at night: “why the fuck did I come back?”

It was at their lowest point, when they stared back at the things they’ve made, the devices they built, listening to the sound of their mother screaming and crying yet again. Being sick could drive you mad, but what made it worse was the fact that Rina had no idea that the world seemed like it was going to end. Death painted the streets before they even knew it.

As selfish as it might have been, as fucked up as it was, Rina left her parents behind. All of the neglect, the anger, frustration, left behind in a cloud of dust. Survival was the most important thing. So they brought their knowledge with them, almost took this as a sign of a new beginning even if it was the end.

They traveled enough, figured out the mechanics, survived off of traps and canned food. Rina became the solution to many things, sinned on the same path, but the thing about atonement was that it didn't have to be immediate. At some point, they'd make up for it, save a baby or something. Coming across other people left them wary, knowing how fucked up the human population could be even in trying times. They’re still wary now, even if they were provided a home, Rina still couldn’t trust it. Sanctuary was too good to be true.

Of course, they weren’t against being in it. Creating things, fending off creatures, putting together the most heinous shit without being completely judged; it was a breath of fresh air. Rina here wasn’t the same as Rina then, matter of fact, Rina here was cooler; backstory cooler, the truth is never something treaded upon and that was for certain. They only knew the things they told them, the lies, the half-truths, and the (dangerously) useful gadgets.

THE LIE

Lying is easier. Whoever said that the truth would set you free is a goddamn liar. Rina felt freer that way, embellishing truths, saying whatever she could to to make her story sound less tragic than it really was. In this world? Rina came from a good family, smart ones who brought them up reading Tolstoy and mused about Quantum Electrodynamics. Her sister was still alive. Somewhere. That family cat? Lived up until the ripe age of 20; yeah, that made sense.

They were raised in a nice house, not a mansion, but they weren’t struggling to make ends meet. And Rina had more freedom to do as they pleased when they were younger, not cooped up in their room going through textbooks and staying up all night to study with the watchful eyes of parents that were only in it for the future financial gain. Middle school wasn’t as rough as it was, matter of fact it was saccharine, so much so that they had friends, were in school clubs, and the same went for High School where they were fortunate enough to go to a school for the gifted. That wasn’t much of a lie, Rina did go to one of those schools, aced it, too; but she certainly wasn’t the top of her class.

In this world? Rina went to a good university on scholarship, no debts, no worries, even took up a few internships along the way that eventually landed them in a good spot. One far better than the one they’ve lived. And they’ve lived many lives, traveled to countries, experienced cultures far from her own, flew on business. Hell, they even had a good relationship with their parents. When the world ended, Rina joined a few people before this: a crew that turned their back on her, in some aspects this is true. Only, the crew was her parents, and she certainly wasn't devastated about it.

There is one thing, however, that Rina will never lie about: the fact that creating things brings life back into her eyes.









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VIPER
Counting bodies like sheep to the
rhythm of the war drums

fury bloodshed grief
the enforcer
There's an invisible voice that is talkin' to me,
and it's always
tellin' me to kill
daywalker
— CORPSE & MGK
scroll

basics.



name: huckleberry "viper" jude

nickname: prefers to go by viper, but is also sometimes referred to by huck or jude

age: 42

gender: cisgender male, he/him

sexuality: bisexual + greyromantic

date of birth: oct 24th

role: enforcer


visuals.



hair: dirty blonde and unkempt, with the sides badly shorn down and the tips wild and loose. tries to slick it back the bast he can with their limited resources

eyes: a dark green that almost looks brown

skin: his skin is paler than one would expect from a man that spends most of his days under the sun, tinges of red dot his body from where the sun scorched his skin. most of the scars littering his body are hidden from view, located on his arms, ribs, stomach, and a rather large one on his back that spans the width of his broad shoulders and down to his lower back. The only one that is always obvious is a small one on his upper cheekbone.

modifications: along with the scars, his body is covered in tattoos from The Before. The most noticeable is a skull and crossbones across his throat. his old piercings have been removed and the holes have mostly closed over time, as his fear of infection or them being used against him catching up to Jude.

distinguishing features: his nose is slightly crooked, having been broken multiple times in the past. other than that, the tattoos and scars are what draw attention the most.

height: 6'4"

face claim: boyd holbrook


persona.



brief personality:

virtues:

vices:

headcanons:
— Absolute asshole
— insults people in every breath
— has pretty much zero limits
— protects the camp even if by doing so he alienates himself
— calls everyone by some kind of nickname (usually meant to annoy)
— has bad days where the grief and anger overwhelms him
— usually drinks himself into unconsciousness on those days
— gets 10x meaner than he usually is
— violence is always the answer
— most of the people in the grove fear or hate him
— a mistrusting asshole
— knows the dredges of humanity so he always sees the worst
— pessimist to his core
— somehow makes sign language seem condescending
— once he finds out your weakness/insecurities he'll use them against you
— very hard to gain his respect
— the only commands he'll listen to our Silvere's
— a very very heavy sleeper, which he views as a giant weakness
— sleeps far far away from everyone else due to this and always plants traps around his tent/bag
— the kind of man who would trip a stranger so his loved one would survive instead
— if you don't have value to him, wether through a skill or through being one of the few he cares about, he'll leave you to the angels
— sticks to himself for the most part around camp
— finds it funny to try to scare people around camp by being his normal intimidating self
— with a few exaggerations of course
— hoards booze like a thirsty man in a desert who just found water
— more to come soon

weaknesses :

strengths:

fears:

aliments:


background.



history:
before the world went to shit he was part of a motorcycle gang. An enforcer there as well, he’s well used to the idea of violence to protect. Overtime his morals got more and more skewed, to the point where nothing really bothers him anymore as long as it protects his loved ones. After the death angels came, his only priority was his wife and son. While his wife and him often argued over his methods, she knew he was just doing what he thought was best for them. He ended up joining a large group, and for the small price of being their intimidation factor and dirtying his hands for them, his family was protected and fed. Over his years with them, he committed atrocious acts in their hands. After death angels crashed the base due to the camps commander making a poor decision, and his wife and child were killed, he fell into complete despair. The remaining bits of his moral compass were gone, and so with it his loyalty to the camp. He stole as many supplies as he could, and fled in the night. Finding a new home at The Grove, performing the one job he knew best. Protector, killer, monster.

relationships:
CEDAR DAHL — wip


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title.






title.
























The Scout.






























B


asics.




















FULL NAME




Garrett Gale Lachner.














NICKNAME(S)




Gale.














AGE




Twenty-four.














GENDER




Cis-male (he/him).














SEXUALITY




Bisexual.














D.O.B




November 7th.














ROLE




Scout.


























A


ppearance.




















hair




Brown, wavy hair that appears lighter in the sunlight. Poorly maintained, Garrett’s hair sits on his head in an unruly fashion—it’s bluntly and unskillfully trimmed so that it stays out of his face. It’s just as unkempt as the stubble on his face.














eyes




A pale blue that’s almost grey. Upon first impression, his eyes portray a scornful and callous expression.














skin




Pale skin with minor blemishes and clumsily earned scars that are mainly found on the face and torso.














body/build




A lean and agile build fit for running. He stands at a modest 5’8”.














dist. features




Garrett has a small scar directly below the right cheekbone. Although since healed, the indent is subtle yet noticeable in the right lighting conditions.












face claim.




Landon Liboiron.
























P


ersonality.




















summary.





Garrett’s attitude is frivolous at times, taking everything in a light tone or cracking a joke whenever the right opportunity arises. He befriends everyone—or at the very least, he tries to. While his presence is known, he makes sure that it’s welcoming. Easy to read and outspoken, he wants to be heard; it’s easy to get know him in just the first meeting. It’s an advantage to gain people’s trust, and he does it well. He has a keen eye, whether it’s for materials and supplies while out scouting, or the people around him. When his observant and keen eye fails him, he can become so absorbed that he may be trusting to a fault. His oftentimes lack of seriousness in his tone doesn’t prevent him from working diligently and gaining a reliable reputation.

As sociable as he is, Gale keeps unexpected reservations, withholding both arbitrary and relevant information. There’s times he’s unusually closed off. He can sometimes use a friendly presence to get necessary information out of someone, or he will overhear and snoop around.

Garrett is selfless, putting others before himself and disregarding his own abilities. As a scout, he keeps almost nothing he finds—believing it can be used by someone else in a way he couldn’t. That’s essentially his job, but he can’t afford to waste, even outside of that task. Strangely, he lacks confidence and perseverance. He can be irritating and impulsive, yet also significantly loyal.















positive traits




Loyal, resourceful, selfless, forthright, self-critical.














negative traits




Assertive, impulsive, discouraged, meddlesome, secretive.












headcanons





- Gives arbitrary gifts to people around camp.
- Leaves harmless notes posted around camp.
- Journals on some nights.
- Dislikes other nicknames.
- Loves spiders and snakes.
- Outwardly friendly to almost anyone.
- Pessimistic on bad days.
- Never seems to take anything seriously.
- Reliable, gets things done anyway.
- Always carries a pocket knife and a pack of cigarettes.













strengths




observant, independent, good sense of direction, agile














weakness




impatient, gives up easily, reckless














fears.




Isolation, death, betrayal














ailments




Nicotine addict & poor hearing.
























H


istory.












Growing up, Garrett never grew attached to any one place. His father an architect and his mother taking on various jobs, moving around the country in search of opportunities and the best possible place to settle while raising their two sons. In childhood, he never retained any long-term friends due to their tendency to travel. Always handed a fresh start, always a sense of loneliness. Later on, he learned that he could use his new reputations to his advantage, undertaking different approaches to meeting people and finding out what sticks.

Although Garrett’s family didn’t hop from location to location for novel reasons, he never minded exploring new places. Fascinated by odd trinkets and useless objects, he kept a majority of them as souvenirs, or gave them away to his brother, Harvey, to aid in his artistic prowess.

As he got older, he aspired to take after his father. Though the most he ended up doing was offering his two cents and supplying the fireplace with wood while his father worked, he had learned the most resourceful ways to plan. Evidently, he hadn’t taken it too seriously, spending his free time instead carving wood, another hobby of his that had seemed to go nowhere. Both of these things proved his eye for detail.

…

They were on the road when it happened. The world had gone to shit, and none of them ever knew it until they returned from a brief camp in the woods. Unknowing what had befallen the world while they were gone, Garrett, along with his brother, learned of the crisis by the sudden death of their parents. Several miles out from the nearest city, they were no exception to what had ruined the world. Surviving unscathed, with the exception of his brother who had been mildly injured in the resulting wreckage, they had no choice but to wait it out until the world was subdued in silence. They fled along the road in search of help. Their trek became several days long, until it turned to weeks and then months, soon realizing nothing would ever be the same. Leaving his brother behind was never a consideration in Garrett’s mind—then, too, he was the one to scrounge supplies for the both of them. They survived with what they could, spending years out alone, and occasionally running into fellow survivors that never stuck around.

They had heard of The Grove. At the time, it was expressed to them in little detail. Garrett didn’t know whether his brother was still alive, only that after their makeshift shelter collapsed, they were separated, leaving Garrett to survive on his own until he finally reached The Grove with no one at his side.



















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woman with nothing




about to lose everything










♡coded by uxie♡





glazed
eyes
NQOBILE BHENGANI.
To be Nqobile, you have to ask this; how many parts of yourself can you lose until you're no longer the person you used to be?

She does not sigh when she sits down at night. No, she does not sigh, but she looks out a window and feels her heart breaking regardless. And if only it were for a reason too - she wishes a husband bled to death in her arms or have the guilt of a dead friend. Anything, any tragedy at all for this pain to make sense. After all, how does a woman like her feel sad, so terribly empty when she has no reason to?

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in quiet waters, devils dwell.


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vasily bugrov


/*left bottom*/
enforcer.




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  • cedar



    the hunter














    halley's comet



    by billie eilish.
































    name


    cedar aune dahl






    age


    thirty






    gender + sexuality


    cis-female + demisexual demiromantic







    p.o.b.


    asheville, nc






    d.o.b.


    october 23





































































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Panic



Movements












Ari Nadeem















B

asics.










name


Ari Xavier Nadeem







nicknames


Ri







age


Twenty-six







gender


Cis-Male (he/him)







sexuality


Bisexual







date of birth


May 1st







role


Scout













V

isual.










hair


Ari’s hair is black in color, with a thick, rather coarse texture. He prefers to keep it on the shorter side, chopping it unevenly with whatever tool he can find on-hand. He has a habit of running his fingers through it when he’s nervous, which means that it’s often oily and disheveled.







eyes


Deep-set and expressive, with a rich, dark brown color that bleeds to black from his irises to his pupils.







skin


Dark amber, with a fair collection of scars both from before and after the dawn of the extinction. Though most are tied to stories of narrow escapes and fights for survival, his most prominent one rests above his right eyebrow, which remains as the aftermath of a high-speed run-in with a poorly placed lamp post.







modifications


At eighteen, Ari impulsively decided to get a tattoo in an attempt to overcome his fear of needles, but he abruptly changed his mind halfway through the session, leaving the bird on the inside of his wrist unfinished with only one wing.







distinguishing features


Ari’s sharp facial features stand in contrast to his soft eyes, which are his most striking physical attribute. They’re incredibly expressive and telling, appearing wide and frenzied in times of anxiety and heavily lidded in times of fatigue. They’re easily readable, and he’s learned that the best way for him to avoid vulnerability when scrutinized is to simply avert his gaze.







height


5'8"







build


His build is light and angular, with pronounced collar bones and thin limbs. He’s never been incredibly muscled or strong, but despite his slight physique, he’s deceptively durable.







face claim


Riz Ahmed













P

ersona.










Personality


Ari lives his life looking over his shoulder, his heels raised and always ready to run. His nerves aren’t easily masked, meaning that one wouldn’t have to look too closely to see that he’s frequently on edge. His energy is palpable, and he’s found that sitting still is difficult for him, causing him to often be seen tense or fidgeting. He’s either incredibly alert or lost within his mind, his eyes either flickering or far away. He’s acutely aware of his own vulnerability, which affects how he behaves socially. His conversations are usually marked with either awkward silences or rambling, and when in groups, he’s likely to stand on the sidelines to observe and object when necessary.

Oftentimes, Ari is someone who requires a lot of patience. He’s hesitant and cautious, sometimes even behaving childishly with complaints and doubts when he’s unsure about something. His fears have been known to get the best of him, making him more likely to back out of uncomfortable situations, and his reputation as a runner means that he has the potential to be flighty and unreliable. If someone wanted to peg Ari as a coward, they would have no shortage of evidence to pull from. In truth, he’d privately agree. His insecurities seem unshakable to him, leading to him to get lost in self-loathing and shame.

Despite his lack of courage, Ari has a heart of gold. He’s incredibly caring, and his intentions are always aimed to the benefit of others. He enjoys having company, and he genuinely does try his best to be as protective and dependable as he can. While he’s rather easily upset, he’s also easily excitable, and he has a fascination with exploration. On the occasions in which he is able to relax and let his guard down, he appreciates humor and camaraderie. He’s naturally empathetic, and one can always expect kindness from him if they seek it.







vices


flighty - overly emotional - cowardly - anxious - insecure - untrusting - avoidant







virtues


caring - crafty - cautious - empathetic - fair - resilient - energetic







headcanons


— He has an incredibly weak stomach, also he’s a picky eater
— Can’t seem to part with his running shoes until they’re practically falling off of his feet, and instead he’s had a habit of patching them with duct tape since he was a kid
— If he sees cows, he points them out, every time
— A light-weight when it comes to drinking, even though he tries to hide it
— If there’s blood involved, he’s passing out
— An insomniac and very light sleeper
— He has a soft, quiet talking voice naturally, but when he gets nervous, he can’t seem to shut up or slow down his speech
— Can’t spell to save his life, and his penmanship is unreadable
— Perpetually blistered feet







weaknesses


Strength: Ari lacks muscle mass, so tasks requiring strength are always a challenge for him.

Self-defense: Though he might be hard to catch, there’s not much he can do when he’s cornered. When in situations that require hand-to-hand combat, he knows well enough that any bets placed on him would likely lose the gamble.

Stress: He’s very prone to panic, and when put under pressure, it’s hard for him to keep his cool and recover his senses once he’s begun to spiral.







strengths


Speed/Stamina: Ari has always been a runner, which has made him a quick sprinter and bolstered his endurance. He’s grown used to quick getaways and long treks.

Stealth: He’s light on his feet, and he’s learned how to keep his head down to avoid detection when needed. If he needs to hide, he’ll find a way to disappear.

Navigation: He has a keen sense of direction, and once he’s had a chance to scout out an area, he’s unlikely to get lost.







fears


Ari has no shortage of fears, and in fact, he can’t think of anything that he’d readily face without a stab of anxiety. Even at the End of the World, the most mundane of phobias are still enough to cause him to break into a sweat, be it heights, snakes, or the dark. Even the friendliest clown would earn a worried glance and quick retreat from him. Many of his terrors stem from his lack of trust in himself and the future, and his scariest fears are the ones he has yet to identify.







ailments


Anxiety: Ari has dealt with anxiety his whole life, and the pressure of the last seven years have taken a toll on him. It’s a constant struggle for him to manage, and along with the mental effects, his anxiety manifests itself physically as well, ranging from sweaty palms to panic attacks.

Hypoglycemia: Having low blood sugar leaves him more susceptible to fatigue and lightheadedness, especially when he goes without food for too long.













B

ackground.





Ari Nadeem was born in Phoenix, Arizona, as a son to an unremarkable couple and younger brother to a set of twin girls. He was a restless, wide-eyed child, curious yet incredibly timid. He seemed to have an endless supply of questions, though nobody in his life had much interest in answering them, including his parents. Ari often sought cover behind their legs, his trembling hands searching for theirs to hold, though he seemed to be unable to catch them. His sisters were model children, practically taking care of themselves, even though they were only a couple of years older than their brother. He was deemed to be a difficult child in comparison, needing reassurance and guidance, though his parents seemed to have no patience for him, rolling their eyes or snapping at him when he woke them up after a nightmare. Neither of his sisters had much love for Ari either, and when they weren’t teasing him about his insistence on sleeping with a nightlight or tricking him into watching horror movies, he was largely ignored.

Starting school proved to be difficult for him. He struggled in his classes each year, and over time, he developed the tendency of skipping school altogether. Even from the start, his classmates were cruel, treating the sensitive boy with a slight stutter as a target. It got worse as the years wore on, but Ari learned to dodge his tormentors, using his feet as a tool, believing escape to be his only option. By the time he was a teenager, he was constantly running. The local streets and trails became his racetrack, and as he found his stride, he realized that he loved the wind that rushed past his cheeks and the way that hot sun warmed his skin while his muscles burned.

The miles passed as quickly as the years did, yet Ari found himself still caught in the same place. At nineteen, he was stuck at his parents house, struggling to earn enough money to take care of himself with his tendency to cycle through an assortment of minimum-wage jobs. He longed for escape, an open road he could face without balking at its vastness.

The day that They came, his sisters and a handful of his other relatives were visiting. Ari had been sitting on the arm of the couch, enduring the conversation of his family in silence, itching to leave the gathering in which he was expected but not included, save for the raised eyebrows and pointed criticisms aimed at him directly.

As it turns out, the family reunion of flesh and blood would end in a massacre.

There was barely a warning, nothing but a whisper of an alarm. But they all heard it. When They arrived, Ari did what he always did: he ran. He left his family behind without looking back, his instincts taking over as his pounding heart nearly drowned out their screams from inside his childhood home, and he fled as the only survivor of the people he’d deserted and left for dead.

The echoes of their terrified voices would follow him, no matter how fast and far he ran. He stayed on the move, skirting past danger as he always did while crossing state lines. His trek eventually brought him to the bayou, where even after seven years, his struggle to survive would continue.









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MARIA POSADA
the medic
  • i
    ii
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    full name
    Maria Jesus Posada González.
    nicknames
    "Marichu" to basically everyone.
    age
    29 years old.
    date of birth
    June 15th.
    gender
    Cis female. She/her.
    sexuality
    Bisexual.
    ethnicity
    Latina, born in Mexico.
    role
    The Medic.
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Oh Lord.



Yoe Mase












Enforcer















B

asics.










name


Alexander Reed







a.k.a.


Sasha, Alex, Al.







age


Twenty-four







Gender


Cis-male







Sexuality


Demi-sexual







D.O.B


August 13th







Role


Enforcer













V

isual.










Hair


Slightly curly, with a soft pale blonde color. Alexander's hair is cut extremely short, akin to that of a standard buzz cut. With low maintenance yet a distinct scent of lavender decorated each silky strands, soft and light to touch.







Eyes


Identical to the color of the blue sky, clear and bright with a soft gaze that welcomes another warmly. Sharp and rounded, with eyelids that lay lazily on the two aqua marbles.







Skin


Sun kissed, with pale outlines under his clothing. Riddled with fine and small cuts that piled up around the arms and legs, while the actual skin is delicate and porcelain like. sparse body hair to be found along his forearms and legs, light in color and barely visible to the naked eye.







Distinguishing Features


Long and dainty eyelashes with a light shade of color, along with his cheeks, nose and lips flushing light red in cold temperatures or when he had bawled his eyes out.








Build


Standing at 5'8" feet and a weight of 187 lbs, Alexander has a fit build with toned and defined muscles yet still sophisticated. Holding quite the strength and resilience against the strain of certain intense activity, making him ideal in shielding or taking the brunt of some hits. However his body shape can be quite ambiguous under the baggy clothing he often wore, but he still packed quite the punch nonetheless.







Faceclaim


Jelle Haen.















p

syche.






Alexander is quite sensitive to his surroundings, being able to attune into different types of emotions that circulate around him. Naturally taking the mantle of someone elses current mental state, to familiarize himself with it and understand it's complexity. He took this as a way to weigh options and outcomes of his actions, he will feel all sorts of similar emotions. Whether it is despair, joy, sorrow, anguish, excitement, Serenity. In order to find solutions, where logic would fall short. This made him into an open book and by nature, a cheerful man. Knowing this, it is incredibly important for him to resolve any negative emotions that may be carried by the other's next to him.

For the emotions he emphatize will multiply in intensity. Which caused his mental state to swing drastically from one extreme end of the spectrum to the other, putting him in constant emotional turmoil. Sudden outburst and impulsive behavior is inevitable, the downside of his thought process. This coupled with his compassionate nature, had always driven him to be considerate of living beings around him. Always ready to lend a helping hand, no matter what difficulties he must face in the process. As easy as it is for him to offer help, the same can't be said in receiving them. For He strives to become independent and reliable, two positive traits. Yet this hinders his ability to acknowledge the importance of knowing when to appropriately ask for another's aid. Always too focused on the others around him, That he forgot his own.

Not with malicious intent, but his own shortcoming on being constantly overwhelmed and emotionally drained. This is indeed a flaw that is hard to overcome and not being facilitated with a safe environment to collect himself, it became almost impossible to even address. However, Alexander is not one to back down from a challenge. He is unyielding just like his brother. Even as fast as he falls apart, he would be quick to rise up once again. As much as he is dependent on the affection that he received from another, it encourages him to move forward despite the many meetings and departures he had to go through. Not letting grief betray his promise to himself, determined to live his live to the fullest.



Virtues


Passionate, Compassionate, Empathetic, Considerate, Altruistic, Optimistic.






Vices


Stubborn, Emotional, Impulsive, Begrudging, Immature.







Headcannons



- Wears a silver ring with a sun crest on his index finger.
- His hands and legs are ridden with small fine cuts.
- Musically inclined.
- That popular theater kid.
- Has a wide vocal range (can go extremely deep and high in pitch).
- He tries to think more but his brain always fails him.
- He loves both the flora and fauna, even wild animals.
- Is literally warm like the sun.
- He slurs his words with a thick Russian accent.
- His vocabulary mostly consist of unrefined words and struggles speaking formally in English.
- When he lost his fuse, he would curse in Russian and becoming quite violent.
- He will butcher names, he tries not to but it is inevitable.
- A cuddle bug, he finds comfort in physical contact.
- He only knows Russian and English, anything else is alien language.
- Wears his grandfather's dog tags, it would often make a light chime noise when he moves around.
- He can somewhat cook but will screw up the dish at least five times before succeeding.
- Tends to bite the dog tag around his neck, bites his lips when nervous.







Strengths


A Natural in survival tactics, Not a stranger to firearms and knives, Resilient and knows how to handle himself in combat.







Weaknesses


Not very bright, Easy to crumble when discouraged or in turmoil, Reckless when under immense pressure, Often pushing his own body past the limits and subconsciously has a tendency to be a matyr.







Fears


Abandonement, Betrayal, Helplessness.







Ailments


Congenital Insensitivity To Pain (CIP) which makes him prone to be riddled in minor injuries when going through about his routine and extra cautious when faced with harmful hazards. However this gives him the advantage to help maintain his mobility as pain won't completely immobilize or hinder his ability to move.













h

istory






Born to a rich and influential family, He lived his early life sheltered with his twin brother Nicholas. Never leaving the private manmade island that resides in a small continent near Russia, with their parents. Living the best moments of his life, the most cherished memories made inside the large mansion. He would often spend time with his father to go fishing on the shore of the beach not far from their home, in which they catch weekly to eat. His mother on the other hand would teach him gardening skills and how to play the piano, it isn't rare to see him glued to the instrument while his brother would listen to him play all day. He never stray far from his twin and would often cause the other trouble as he tend to get himself hurt while wandering around the island for "adventure", but Nicholas took good care of him and would often mend his wounds after a day out in the sun.

Honestly, Alexander was never aware of the tragedies and the world crumbling apart. However his counterpart had long anticipated the possible crisis, He would start to teach the starry eyed blonde on how to take good care of himself. How to mend his wounds, what type of plants that are edible, the type of herbs he should take note of and how to handle himself against wild animals. Basic survival skill to hold on to when and if Nicholas isn't around, of course Alexander didn't think much of it and happily obliged whatever his smart twin would task him with. Around their 16th birthday, Alexander rarely sees his parents at home. Assuming that work had them busy, He often tries to avoid thinking about a possibility of his life changing. As the fateful day came when he is separated from his other half, they were supposed to stay move in with their grandfather.

But he was picked up first and waited for a long time for his parents and brother to catch up to him, they never came. leaving Alexander to live alone with his grandfather, Not knowing what had happened to the rest of his family members. It took weeks for the blonde to even react to his grandfather's words, Wallowing in the pain of abandonment and inability to process the recent events that befall him. He spend his days following his grandfather's orders, taught in their old days training under the military. Both physically and mentally changing him, which negatively impacted his psyche to become unstable. It isn't rare that he burned out emotionally, as none of them were equipped with the tools to mend the complicated trauma that blonde went through. Worsened through the grueling training and his grandfather rough personality, Till he hit the age of 18th. Eventually His grandfather passes away from illness, Leaving Alexander to leave their cabin and survive on his own out in the wild.

Searching for the whereabouts of his family members, hoping to find closure and reunite with them once more. He would travel through the cold and hold on through winter all by himself, till he finally found Other Survivors. It was a long journey, but he had hoped that by finding another soul. He would eventually pick up traces of his family whereabouts and learn what become of their fate while also ending his years of isolation and aid others through the devastating crisis. For the first time he finally laid eyes on a fellow survivor, it became a wake up call for him. Warming the frozen beating heart in his chest, he had resurfaced from the gloom and once more soaking the emotions that others held around him.









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allery.
































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