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[Lorsh]

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RULES / NOTES

1. You do not have to be a military character. However, it is suggested that your character has some sort of influence in the camp.

2. No Mary Sues/Gary Sues, usual stuff.

3. You can't be immune, or have special knowledge of the outbreak, etc.

4. Be realistic when it comes to age, if your character has a particular rank or profession that requires experience/schooling.

5. Keep in mind that this is set in 2003. Apocalypse started in April, and it is now July.

6. One character at a time, but maybe this can be negotiated if you have something you're itching to do.

7. Visual references not required.

8. I will 'like' accepted characters, and 'unlike' inactive characters.


In-Character Thread

Multiple Settings - Nᴇᴄʀᴏsɪs : Sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Fᴇᴀʀ

NECROSIS 22 May, 2003 - Player Kills 3 Survivors Lost 132+ May 15th, 2003 It has been 32 days since the outbreak hit Maine. Saco suffered bad, but at least some people survived. The latest death toll they're reporting across the U.S. is seventy five million, but most have dismissed...

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[Twist]

NAME:
Ionut 'Jon' Albescu

**SEX:**
Male

**AGE:**
40

**OCCUPATION:**
Dentist (pre-outbreak), Impromptu Military Doctor

**UNIT (if applicable):**

**APPEARANCE:**
Well over 6 foot tall, Ionut has strawberry blonde/ almost brown hair with a growing bald spot on the back of his head, a long face and nose but warm, endearing eyes and an almost flawless smile.

**PERSONALITY:**
While not a soldier, Ionut has a quiet courage and childlike naivety that allows him to endure the horrors of the outbreak without losing his humanity. Deeply caring about those around him, Ionut uses humor and positivity to comfort others, and diffuse tensions between the refugees and the military.

**HISTORY:**
Born in a small Romanian village, Ionut grew up with modest ambitions of helping others. After finishing dental school, he moved to the United States to provide for his elderly parents back home, sending money to support them. By 2003, he was settled in a quiet practice in Maine, having built a steady but unremarkable life.

When the infection hit the U.S., chaos quickly engulfed Maine. Ionut fled with other survivors, eventually finding shelter in the Saco Safe Zone, one of the few early havens for refugees. Despite his fear, he immediately began contributing as a dentist, endearing himself with both refugees and military personnel.
Following the death of the zone's doctor, Ionut was hastily thrust into the role.
As a medical provider in the Saco Safe Zone, Ionut juggles treating the sick and injured, managing dwindling medical supplies, and mediating disputes between refugees and the increasingly authoritarian military overseers.
His approachable nature and sincerity make him a beloved figure among the refugees, but it also puts him at odds with military officers who view him as too idealistic at times.

**OTHER:**
**Skills:**
- Expert in dental procedures and pain management.
- Basic field medicine and wound care, developed under duress.
- Strong interpersonal and negotiation skills.

**Flaws:**
- Physically untrained for combat, making him vulnerable in dangerous situations.
- Naïve in trusting authority figures, which could lead to betrayal or exploitation.

**Relationships:**
- Refugees: Respected and cherished, often seen as a pillar of the community.
- Military Personnel: While some admire his dedication, others dismiss him as a soft-hearted civilian meddling in military affairs.

**Motivations:**
- To help the people of the Saco Safe Zone, as best he can.
- To one day reconnect with his parents in Romania, though he fears they may not have survived.

 

[Pat]

NAME: Ellis Mills.

SEX: Male.

AGE: 24.

OCCUPATION: Pilot, commissioned officer of lieutenant junior grade.

UNIT: Helicopter Sea Combat Squadron 84 “Red Wolves”.

APPEARANCE: A black-haired and brown-eyed man of stocky build and average height, Ellis tries to cut his hair regularly but has started to grow out patchy facial hair.

PERSONALITY: Ellis is cool and measured, matter-of-fact and possessed with a strong sense of duty to protect and provide what he can to his people without raising a fuss.

HISTORY: Growing up in rural Maine, his love of aviation was sparked by working on and flying a beaten-up crop duster plane for the local farming community. Originally going to college to earn a degree in organic chemistry to work in the fertilizer industry, Ellis was inspired to enlist in the navy after a chance encounter with a recruiter.

Sent to Naval Air Station Norfolk, Ellis earned his wings after studying the flight simulators and countless flight hours to become a member of the Red Wolves. Deployed as part of a mini-detachment to Ft. Belvior for his first assignment, he participated in the extensive military exercises held there and helped load medical supplies into the navy helicopter that responded to the Sep. 11th Attack on the Pentagon, a defining moment of his career. Receiving a promotion, within a matter of two years he was set to serve aboard the USS Nashville until the vessel was excluded from it’s role in Operation Iraqi Freedom.

Stationed in Naval Air Station Brunswick instead during the early weeks of the Necrotic Filovirus pandemic, he moved materiel and VIPs across the northeast until the base’s perimeter got overrun by a horde of infected and he received orders midflight to evacuate Captain Kaden Holloway of the New York Air National Guard to the Saco Safe Zone and report to Major Johnathon Hodges.

Ever since, he’s been listening to the radio, snapping up as many work duties as he’s been allowed, and wringing his hands at the detoriating situation around him. Ellis and his crew are relative outsiders despite Captain Holloway’s praises, being the latest and perhaps last ‘reinforcements’ to the SSZ, but make up their lack of comraderie with the ad-hoc force they’re now a part of with their friendly interactions with the refugees since they’ve never had to enforce the worst of the quarantine.

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[SMTFan]

NAME: Joseph Delacroix

SEX: Male

AGE: 36

OCCUPATION: Owner of the (now presumably defunct) Delacroix Logging Company

APPEARANCE: A big burly man with, green eyes, shaggy brown hair, and a full beard. Often seen walking about in his signature (and increasing ratty) Flannel and Jeans.

PERSONALITY: Delacroix is independent minded and used to being his own boss. He is generally opinionated and eager to speak his mind. He was somewhat subdued by the terror of the outbreak, but the months of indecision by the military leadership has brought him back with a vengeance.

HISTORY: Born in Portland (Maine), Delacroix began working as a lumberjack in northern Maine after he graduated from high school to “Earn an honest living, and get away from all the rich pricks from Massachusetts.”. Five years later he started Delacroix Logging because he was “...sick and tired of working for jackasses who don’t know their head from their ass”. Achieving modest prosperity, Delacroix married his wife, Kathryn, and had three children (John, Kelly, and Robert). They were all visiting Joseph’s uncle Charles in Saco when the outbreak hit but managed to make it into the QZ. In the subsequent months Joseph has become something of a leader amongst the refugees thanks to his outspokenness, brash style, and his criticism of the indecisiveness of the military.

OTHER:
Skills:
-Thanks to years of being an outdoorsman, Joseph is physically fit and a decent shot
-Something of a natural leader of men, refined by his years running a business
Flaws:
-Joseph says what he means and means what he says, making him a poor liar
-Joseph calls it like he sees it, a trait that is admirable to many, but tends to make enemies out of the people he calls out.
Relationships:
-Refugees: Those that are sick of waiting to starve on the Islands see him as their champion.
-Military: They and what supporters they have amongst the refugees tend to see Joseph Delacroix as a demagogue trying to undermine the chain of command.
Motivations:
-Keep his family, and to a lesser extent the other refugees safe and fed.
-To this end he wants to ensure someone “with balls” oversees the QZ and that the refugees get a say in decision making.

 

[ZarbofftheFirst]

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NAME: Hadley Irving Jones

SEX: Male

AGE: 41

OCCUPATION: CDC Epidemiologist/Scientist

APPEARANCE: A middle aged black man, with a short receding afro, and slim build. He wears large square glasses, and formal attire (if not in a hazardous environment suit).

PERSONALITY: Hadley is an outgoing eccentric, loving sophisticated company and conversation. He’s accepting of things that are strange to him, and likes learning new things every day.

HISTORY: Hadley Jones grew up in New York, New York to upstanding civil servants. He had an interest in tiny things, from tiny toys to bugs. He would go to college for microbiology, and eventually land a job working for the CDC studying epidemics.

Hadley was among the many scientists deployed across the country to research the zombie virus. However, the virus quickly overwhelmed the government, and Hadley was scooped up during the evacuations of VIPs and key personnel across the country. Hadley was evacuated by LTJG. Ellis MIlls during his evacuation flights, and was brought to the Saco Safe Zone. Although Hadley's original mission was to continue studying the virus, the deterioration of the scientific community has led him to being one of the few on-site doctors still operating equipment.

Hadley has become deeply cynical. Watching people be torn apart in New York, and having a bird’s eye view of the world’s collapse has made a once optimistic man deeply pessimistic.

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[Obsidian]

NAME: Anthony Rennox

SEX: Male

AGE: 22

OCCUPATION: Corporal, Marines

APPEARANCE: 5'9" tall man with an atheletic build, sandy blonde hair, amber eyes, and wears military attire appropriate to the occasion.

PERSONALITY: Largely single-minded, Anthony prefers to keep himself focused on the mission, and on his objectives. These days, however, he cannot help but let his mind wander back to his childhood and to all his community once taught him. Alongside praying again, he contemplates the possibility of these being the end times, and how they may be survived.

HISTORY: Anthony was born in August 1980, within the secluded Salvation Heights community, a settlement of religious zealots that preached revelations considered blasphamous anywhere else. Anthony remained with the community only in his young childhood, and yet his memories of the place are vivid. The community believed in the inevitability of the apocolypse, teaching that the rapture is a myth and that all mankind would endure the horrors of armageddon, with only those strong enough to overcome hell itself able to find salvation. As such, the community stockpiled weapons, supplies, and taught their people the arts of war, including their children. Believing Salvation Heights to be a nest of terrorism and insurgency, the US government came down hard on the community, ensuring its residents were prosecuted under the new terror laws. Anthony, being only a child of seven years at the time, was taken into the care system, and was soon adopted by a couple in Maine.

Anthony's adopted parents were at first alarmed to find that their new son knew things no small child should, and yet they recognised that Anthony seemed to possess an aptitude for marshal and survival skills. Rather than attempt to crush these interests, as most parents might, they decided instead to find a means to focus Anthony's energies more constructively, and so they enrolled him in the US Cadets as soon as he was old enough to join. Needless to say, Anthony loved it there, finding the single-mindedness and marshal nature of the cadets strangely comforting, and he exceled in all his activities, paving the way for his future in the US marines.

After bootcamp, Anthony would be sent to Afghanistan, were he would serve over the next four years, rising through the ranks to become Corporal. Anthony gained the expertise that can only come from live-fire experience, becoming a skilled fireteam leader and marksman, leading men through numerous operations while coordinating with other armed forces to tackle enemy positions both mobile and entrenched. Through his service, Anthony applied and was approved for Ranger School, demonstrating his exceptionalism by completing and graduating from the course.

He just so happened to be on leave, visiting his parents in Maine, when the outbreak ravaged the United States. As the situation in the country quickly deteriorated, Anthony helped his parents find shelter in the newly erected Saco Safe Zone, where he remained to guard his parents and assist with the defence on the home front. Given how far the world had fallen in just a few mere weeks, Anthony cannot help but wonder if this is the apocolypse that his community once predicted.

OTHER:

Anthony is an gifted soldier, though he is of little use besides destroying the enemy. While he is not on patrol or out on an expedition, he takes civilian volunteers and attempts to train them to defend themselves and the camp, which is no small task given most people are understandably petrified of the walking undead. Still, he does all he can to try to make soldiers out of them.

 

[Mineczka]

NAME: Elaine Theriault

SEX: Femme

AGE: 28

OCCUPATION: Fire Fighter - Engineer

UNIT: Not Applicable.

APPEARANCE: Standing at a moderate 168cm [5'6") Elaine is of indigenous descent, with raven black hair to her back, often braided back to keep it from getting as much in her face. More often than not, she is seen wearing her bunker pants, deep blue Fire department shirt which bears her surname on the back, and a set of black lineman boots. In the cold or in the field scavenging, it's not common to see her wear both her bunker coat (Which also has her last name at the tail), and helmet with mask.

PERSONALITY: Elaine is often described as rather aloof, preferring to remain in the back of the room, watching quietly as things proceed, ever careful to see how things transpire. However, that aloof demeanour changes the moment a vehicle is involved, or someone is in danger. Always willing to come to the aid of another, it's akin to an instinct for Elaine to rush towards danger, to save what lives she can.

HISTORY: Born along the Passamaquoddy bay in Eastern Maine, Elaine spent most of her early life in a small town off the coastal waters, taking up many hobbies as a child, running through her life like nothing was to go bad. And thankfully nothing did, as she lived without a single care for a while, before coming fascinated with Firefighters, and soon dreamed to become one.
Years of study, of training, and work pushed her to becoming a Firefighter, yet something yearned more, as she felt like her calling was not done yet, as she wanted to learn more, to know how the systems she used worked, how the truck operated, and more importantly, how to keep everything working. She wanted to be an Engineer, working on keeping the systems that saved lives operating, without the need of another mechanic. Eventually she was transferred further south, to replace another whom had retired recently.

OTHER:
Skills
+ Seasoned Mechanic and Operator of cars, trucks, and boats. "Pops used to have a fishing boat. I know my way around them."
+ Trained Rescue Swimmer
+ Trained Medic (Paramedic knowledge)
+ Knows the local area exceedingly well.
+ Physically fit and strong
Weaknesses
- No major combat training.
- Bleeding heart (She cares TOO much sometimes.)
- Stubborn
- Poor Liar
- Distaste for most Guns.
Equipment:
Often carries Bunker Gear with her, alongside a toolbox of what she needs. In the field during any expedition it's not uncommon for her to carry a fire ax and flare gun. Under her visor it is also common for her to wear a half-mask respirator, with a small microphone inside for ease of radio communications.

 

[Heyitsjiwon]

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NAME: William Flynn

SEX: Male

AGE: 31

OCCUPATION: Mechanical Engineer at the Saco General Dynamics Plant, 1Lt. of the Maine National Guard

UNIT (if applicable): 133rd Engineer Battalion

APPEARANCE: Standing at 5'9", William is a bit on the lean and lanky side compared to your typical army recruit. With a clean haircut, shave and a collared shirt, no one would bat an eye if they were told he was an engineer. Now with his BDUs, unkempt hair, and bags under his eyes, he looks like any other over worked and stressed officer in the Council except for his somewhat uncanny ability to have a friendly smile on his face no matter the circumstances.

PERSONALITY: Ever meet a person who seems to be constantly smiling and happy about life no matter what life throws at them? William is one of those types of people. Confident and friendly, William almost seems fatherly to everyone he meets as he may not always have an answer to problems, but is reassuring and certain that no matter a situation they will be able to figure something out.

HISTORY: William moved to the area first when he was hired to work for General Dynamics several years ago. He had joined the National Guard as a way to pay for school and graduate in engineering in Boston. Life was quiet and simple for William. He thoroughly enjoyed his work at General Dynamics and took his National Guard duties seriously. Though, when rumors were starting to spread in his unit that they would be activated soon and sent to the Middle East, he began to prepare for the worst and hope for the best. Of course, he couldn't have predicted the virus to suddenly spread like wildfire and change the world forever.

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[Lord Bradorian]

Name: Roger Noones

Sex: Male

Occupation: Rifleman, NCO

Unit: 2nd Platoon

Appearance: Roger Noones is an average-looking man in his mid-to-late twenties. He keeps up with PT standards, so he's pretty in-shape, with broad shoulders and a gaunt, clean-cut look to him. He's five foot ten, around two-hundred pounds, with black, combed over hair and dark brown eyes. Overall, his looks aren't very stand-outish.

Personality: Roger is affable to those he can trust and charitable to the civilians and other soldiers within the safezone, but he holds a deep mistrust for anyone outside. He holds disdain for looters and generally survivors who live outside of the Saco Safe Zone, thinking that if anything, they will be the downfall of the community - the infected they could handle, they had plenty of bullets and guns to shoot with, but with how many survivors there were outside the walls, Roger thinks it's better they're dealt with than allowed to organize and eventually attack the zone. People call him paranoid, but he swears that one day, that's gonna be a serious problem. Besides that, though, Roger is pretty friendly with everyone, but he gets pissed off about his command and about how some of the grunts act sometimes. He's not super bright, but he's practical, and a damn fine soldier - loyal to the last, unless you're an outsider.

History - Roger was born and raised in western Massachusetts, in a rural area. His daddy was a truck driver and mother was a bartender. He lived in the same small town all his life, unti his dad took a job in Maine hauling lumber. When he turned eighteen, he'd graduated high school but didn't really have any prospects for his future - no scholarship, no passion. On the advice of his father, he joined the Maine Army National Guard, after the G.I. bill and the discipline it would instill in him. He did his four years, and got roped into a reenlistment on account of events in Iraq - the country needed him. There were a lot of mountains in Iraq...well, unfortunately, he never got to go, just trained his ass off while other NGs got to go active instead. Two years into his second enlistment, shit hit the fan.

Now, he lives for the sake of Saco. There's nothing else in life that motivates or distracts him - no job to get, no college to go to, no parents to prove himself to - just people to defend. He feels he has found his calling here at the Saco Safe Zone. More than any other man in the unit, he believes, he would die for the welfare of the community. It's his only purpose.

 

[Miaow]

NAME: Hatsuki "Hattie" Sato

SEX: Female (she/they)

AGE: 14

OCCUPATION: Student

UNIT (if applicable): N/A

APPEARANCE: Hattie is 5'1" in height with a slim but athletic physique. Her skin is pale as she spent much of her childhood indoors and tended to burn when she did actually go in the sun. She has dark brown hair, though it appears black when not in direct sunlight. Her eyes are a similar colour. She has scars on her feet from blisters that didn't heal well, and on her knees from skinning them as a kid.

PERSONALITY: Young children are often known for asking many questions. Hattie never grew out of that phase. There's rarely any malice behind her questions, she just likes to learn things. She becomes bored quite easily, looking for stimulation wherever she can find it. Bed rest and Hattie do not mix. Reading and Hattie don't particularly mix, either. She prefers hands-on hobbies, such as dance and music. She's pretty good at piano, she's no child prodigy, but she looks impressive to non-piano-players. She can be a tad grumpy at times, being a teenager and all, though learned to hide her negative feelings while at home to avoid causing her parents stress. Thus, when she's upset, she tends to disappear to deal with those emotions on her own.

HISTORY: Though her parents were born in Japan, they immigrated to the US before she was born, meeting in their shared city of Salem. They made their life there, though they weren't without struggles. Her parents were educated, though struggled to get well paying jobs. They tried to give everything they could do their two children, Haruto, a boy, and Hatsuki, a girl. Haruto was intelligent, he enjoyed reading, computers, videogames... Hatsuki was musical, she liked to sing, dance, and learned to play piano from a young age. They gave everything they had to make their children happy.

When the outbreak began, the Sato family were taken in by a small safe zone based in Salem Highschool, a satellite camp of Marblehead Safe Zone. It was unfortunately less comfortable than Saco, though there were less people to keep alive. The younger members did have jobs, though they were kept out of danger. Hattie and Haruto mostly worked in storage, sorting things under the supervision of an adult to ensure nothing was stolen. One early morning, the safe zone became overrun by infected. In an attempt to escape, a crowd rush occurred. Hatsuki fell and was trampled, losing sight of her family. Regaining consciousness a few minutes later, most of the crowd had passed over her. Though she could hear them in the distance, she could no longer see them. Armed with only a hockey stick, she travelled North on foot.

She arrived in the Saco River Safe Zone via the South Bridge before it fell, conveniently, just by the medbay.

OTHER:
Skills
- Physical Fitness: Hattie was part of multiple sports clubs at school, though her favourite was dance. She is agile and has the strength and stamina of a dancer.
- Size: Hattie is short, slim and agile. She can fit through small spaces, such as vents.
- Determined: Though it could also be interpreted as stubbornness, once Hattie has an idea, she does her best to see it through.

Weaknesses
- Weapons Training: Hattie has little to no experience with weaponry, particularly guns. She has been defending herself with a hockey stick.
- Stubborn: She rarely takes no for an answer. She wants to be useful, thus she spends much of her time trying to do jobs and hoping she doesn't get told to leave.
- Emotionally Unavailable: A young teen arriving to a safe zone alone suggests a sad backstory. However, no one is exactly sure, as Hattie hasn't spoken about it.

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[Ivan]

NAME: John Raymond Delilio, Nicknames of Ray, Raymond, or Codfish

SEX: M

AGE: 36

OCCUPATION: Navy Welder out of the Portsmouth Naval Yard

UNIT (if applicable):

APPEARANCE: Raymond is tall and lanky, approximately 6'2 in height, with the arms of an orangutan and the fingers of a man who can hardly stand to sit still. He often slouches, making him look shorter than he really is. He has as much muscle as one could expect from a man of his skillset and stature, with a clumsy way of moving around. But give him a tool, and it'll flow through in his hands like water downriver. He an inconsequential face, with dull brown eyes often hidden by the image of his rounded glasses, and long, filthy, graying blond hair. He has a bushy mustache, as filthy as all the rest of him.

Raymond is rarely in uniform, and doesn't enjoy the fatigues, only donning them where absolutely necessary. Most commonly he wears simple, civilian clothes. Button up shirts with plain colors, and blue jeans, with brown boots to match. He has a broken silver watch around his wrist, a gift from someone or other, and usually keeps a sheath for a utility knife attached to his belt.

PERSONALITY: Raymond is a quiet soul, preferring to keep to himself and do the work he's meant to do. He's nervous when he talks, anxious when interacting with people he doesn't know, and sometimes people he does know, and prefers to be left to his own devices. He holds certain items he owns in high regard, to an almost ceremonious or religious degree. Most especially is his broken watch, his utility knife, and the Renault 5 which has served him for the last decade. Even though it's long run out of gas, he still maintains it and cleans it every day, paying more attention to it than his own personal appearance.

HISTORY: Raymond joined the military as a young man in his early twenties, and found his calling as a welder. His dad taught him the basics of stick welding as a boy, but the army allowed him to branch out into MIG and TIG, among other things. He served in the Gulf War, and simply stuck around in the service since his return. He works on repairing and maintaining and building the ships built in Portsmouth Naval Yard. He was vin Saco on leave to visit family when things went to hell, and with no desire to brave a return not knowing what might be waiting for him, has elected to stick around doing odd jobs. He was given the nickname of Codfish by others in Portsmouth for how slippery he is to nail into a conversation.

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[kirilla]

NAME: Rachel Bellerose

SEX: Female

AGE: 34

OCCUPATION: Sniper, S3 Officer

UNIT (if applicable): 133 1LT

APPEARANCE:

PERSONALITY: Tactical, calculating, and highly disciplined. While she maintains a cool and collected exterior, she has a strong sense of loyalty to those she trusts. She’s not afraid to make hard decisions but carries the weight of past losses.

Rachel is disciplined and straightforward when it comes to her job—she holds herself and others to high standards, especially when the safety of her team is at stake. Her military training makes her quick to make decisions, and she expects others to follow orders with the same efficiency. However, outside of her professional responsibilities, she’s approachable and friendly. She makes an effort to connect with those under her command, always showing respect for their abilities and experiences.

She’s a good listener and tends to make her team feel valued, even in the harshest circumstances. Rachels leadership is built on trust and mutual respect, and while she may be strict about strategy and security, she never forgets to be relatable, ensuring her team knows they are supported. She has a natural ability to ease tensions with a quick smile or a few well-timed words, but she’s never afraid to get serious when the situation demands it.

Her balance of strictness in her military duties and warmth in her personal interactions makes her both an effective leader and a well-liked figure in the group.

HISTORY:
As a former Air Force MP marksman she ended her tour a year before the outbreak. Soon she was quickly hired by the FBI due to her marksman skills and her education in criminology. As the outbreak began, she was assigned to the nearest safe zone which is Saco River as part of the advisors deployed for safe zones security. She also has experience as a S3 TOC officer as well allowing her to be in influential roles when snipers are not needed. This role is the liaison for ground troops and the rest of the Tactical Operations Command or the highest command. Soon, she was slowly integrated into the 133 engineer battalion as ops officer and sometimes as detachable marksman or other roles needed to fulfill as she always like to help out.

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[veefold]

Character Sheet

NAME: Charles "Charlie" Tellier

SEX: Male

AGE: 23

OCCUPATION: UH-1H Pilot (WO1)

UNIT (if applicable): Maine ARNG, 126th Aviation Regt.

APPEARANCE: Charlie is a pretty short man averaging at around 5'7" with dark brown hair and brown eyes. He's quite slim, only weighing about 137 lbs last time he checked. He'd like to grow a mustache but has the curse of eternal baby face. his facial features have the funny feature of making him almost always look amused in some form. Which pairs nicely with his personality. He's often seen wearing his flight suit and a pair of aviators.


PERSONALITY: Charles has always been quite the lighthearted fellow. He enjoys cracking jokes and having a laugh, very much still a very young guy. Whether it’s teasing his friends with playful banter or finding humor in life’s little absurdities. Ever the optimist, he always tries to find the best in every situation. To the detriment of a few of his friends.. To them, it sometimes feels as though he brushes off important matters too easily, not fully acknowledging the gravity of certain situations. While Charles means no harm, his relentless optimism can occasionally come across as dismissive, even when that’s far from his intention. However, under his confident exterior he is deeply anxious about the current situation going on in the world. He's especially worried for his family back home. Though he rarely lets his concerns show, those who know him best can see the moments when his smile fades just a little too quickly or when his laughter sounds a bit more forced than usual.

HISTORY: Charles was born on June 12th, 1979, to a Canadien family who moved to bangor in Maine just before he was born. He grew up as most kids in his area did, lower-middle class and happy. He was the youngest of his parents' three children, surrounded by two older sisters, and joined the Maine Army National Guard shortly after September 11th, 2001. Inspired by his father, who was a US Army helicopter pilot for the 1st Cavalry Division in the Gulf War, he pursued the same MOS as his father and became the pilot for a UH-1H. When Operation Iraqi Freedom began, Charles was ecstatic. He was expecting something akin to Desert Storm; the coalition rolls in and crushes the Iraqis in a few weeks. He always did want to follow in his fathers footsteps and what was better than blowing up Iraqis? Unfortunately for him, his unit wasn't deployed to Iraq and he instead had to sit back in Maine. Much to his disdain.
The initial days of the outbreak were.. chaotic to say the least. He himself barely remembers them, he stayed at his post and did the orders he was assigned to. Eventually he and his air crew were tasked with flying in medical supplies to Saco Island..

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Character Sheet



NAME: Simon L. MacMillian



SEX: Male



AGE: 36



OCCUPATION: Civillian



UNIT (if applicable): N/A



APPEARANCE: Blonde Hair, 5'11ft, slim, Green Eyes, pretty much the physic of a dad who likes to do crossfit, but also enjoys a beer with his friends on the weekend.



PERSONALITY: He is a very kind man, and although he is someone who has a lot of knowledge and experience, he always tries to be humble and open to new approaches and ideas to problems. He manages to stay focused in very challenging situations, being a man of focus, resilience, and faith.



HISTORY:
Born in New Braunfels, Texas, on March 28, 1967, Simon MacFarland is the son of Vietnam War veterans, his father an Air Cavalry officer and his mother a flight doctor. He had a normal childhood, hearing stories from his father about Vietnam, and how few men could do what many were not even capable of thinking.

He then began to think about what to do with his life, which made him lose some focus on his studies, making him almost fail high school, because he was so focused on the future, and forgot about the present. He would then take this as a lesson for the rest of his life. With that, Simon decided to call his parents to the dinner table, so they could talk. He explained to his father and mother what he wanted to do with his life, which was to join the Army, and be part of the Rangers and be part of the elite cadre of the American Armed Forces, and to do that, he needed his parents to give him permission to join the Army at 17. His parents were a little reluctant to do this, as they thought Simon had a very different view of reality, but they still allowed him to join the Army, thus beginning his journey in the Military. After basic training, Simon attempted to join the newly formed 3rd Ranger Battalion.

At first, Simon felt completely exhausted and unable to undergo this training program, which in his mind was one of the hardest things he had ever done in his life. Meanwhile, Simon's personal life was a disaster. He was constantly going on dates with girls he didn't even know, as he was trying to distract himself from the constant kissing his parents were doing, since, during the time Simon was in basic training, his father had cheated on his mother with a prostitute, and they were going through divorce proceedings. All of this was on Simon's mind as he went through RASP I, the 8-week training process for soldiers to officially become Rangers.

Time passed, and Simon had become a Sergeant in the Third Battalion. He was happy where he was, and after a couple years, he was promoted to Sergeant First Class (E-7). He served in Rangers until 2001, when he was shot in the leg and received shrapnel in his right arm and right leg, forcing him to be medically discharged. He then spent a year on rest, until he decided that he could no longer stand around like a cripple, and should return to being an Operator.

He spent months re-conditioning himself for combat, and interviewed to become a contractor for the infamous and notorious Academi, better known at the time as "Blackwater". He did a 2-month deployment to Iraq in 2002, where he worked with multiple government officials, and also saw combat a few times while assisting coalition troops in Iraq. After that, he returned home in early 2003 and decided to take a vacation with his wife, whom he met in the 90s.

They then traveled to Maine, more specifically to Old Orchard Beach, and spent a few days enjoying the place, until the outbreak began. Chaos took hold in Saco, and, by a stroke of bad luck, Simon's wife ended up being shot in the crossfire by rebels, which left him extremely enraged, and now, Simon seeks revenge for the blood spilled, and is willing to sacrifice anything and anyone for it.


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[Red2674]

Character Sheet

NAME: Jackson Love

SEX: Male

AGE: 20

OCCUPATION: Lance Corporal, Marine Machinegunner

APPEARANCE: 6’3, black hair, dark brown eyes, generally toned and large build. Often seen wearing military attire, although enjoys casual wear when authorized.

PERSONALITY: Jackson is a laid back and relaxed individual, seemingly unchanged by the world’s misfortunes. Often making jokes or seen nearly taking these without a necessary level of seriousness, he seems more like a goof than actual soldier. But without showing it, he’s almost always tuned in, ready to engage when necessary. Willing to help when needed, despite his seemingly laid back personality.

HISTORY:

Growing up in the countryside of Texas, Jackson’s family at large had a military to farming one. He himself grew up on a farm, helping work on it as he grew up. Additionally receiving schooling in the little town over. It was essentially expected of Jackson to finish his studies, working on the farm, and ultimately go into the military when he became the age to.

Living on the farm taught him quite a few things he utilizes in today’s world. For example, constantly were things needing to be repaired and fixed, primarily engines. When a tractor or harvester broke down, Jackson was usually there, grease stained under the vehicle or hunched over the engine. He was taught by his grandfather, a rather young one by reference, only 60 when Jackson left off to the marine corps. Ultimately, this learning led him to being a rather skilled mechanic.

When Jackson eventually did go off to the marine corps, he’d get through basic like any other marine. Before ultimately moving towards a mechanic position. All the while taking classes to become an engineer after his military service was up. Ultimately, while making it far through his education, he was ultimately deployed to Afghanistan at 19, serving a 9 month tour there. While there.

In Afghanistan, he showed off his talent as a soldier, capable of holding his cool in combat despite ambushes or attacks. Ultimately, he never really gained promotions or recognition in his time there, his deployment being cut short, unbeknownst to him, because of the outbreak. The one thing he did learn from being in Afghanistan was medicine. He picked up being a medic from his friend overseas, and was training during his free time.

Ultimately, with his deployment cut short,due to the outbreak (unbeknownst to him, and also in part due to some idiotic military hierarchy). Jackson was ultimately sent over to Maine on a reserve base. The resulting effects of the apocalypse hit the area, and he hunkered down. Equipped with his gear from Afghanistan, he waited. Ultimately leaving when he caught wind of a survivor outpost in Saco

OTHER: Jackson is a Marine Machinegunner, utilizing the M249 Saw, however he’s still quite accurate with an M4A1.

 

[Sistros]

Character Sheet

NAME: Rep. Alan Thomas

SEX: Male

AGE: 44

OCCUPATION: U.S. Representative for Maine’s 1st Congressional District (D)

UNIT: N/A

APPEARANCE:

PERSONALITY: Alan is a bright and cunning politician with a youthful disposition. As a public servant, he relies on his charisma and charm to network amongst his peers and to win favor with his constituents. His strong presence and ability to maintain his composure in chaotic situations often serve as a spark of inspiration for others.

Despite his confident exterior, Alan remains haunted by his past, specifically the loss of his wife and daughter. He holds himself accountable for what occurred that fateful day; he failed to fulfill his most basic duty as a husband and father to protect his family. His guilt occasionally causes him to spiral and suffer from intense, almost crippling, episodes of self-doubt. To compensate for his insecurities, Alan has become obsessed with rebuilding a broken world; he believes it is his responsibility to lead and find a solution to everything that has gone wrong. It is his way to atone for what happened to his family and bury his pain. However, this sense of duty demands a practiced voice and a fearless mind, forcing him to adopt an impassive mask to conceal any vulnerabilities. Unfortunately, this act sometimes isolates him from others, particularly those who may provide solace from his grief.

HISTORY: Alan Thomas has always called Maine home. Born in Bangor, he grew up with a strong sense of community and a deep appreciation for the natural beauty of the world around him. He was fairly independent as a child, demonstrating confidence and discipline in everything he did, which benefited him greatly during his college years. He attended law school to become a lawyer, serving in the Maine District Attorney’s office before transitioning to politics. Alan attributed this decision to a desire to amend a crumbling social structure and correct the injustices he witnessed as a legal associate. During his congressional campaign, he advocated primarily for this platform, in addition to promoting healthcare reform and environmental awareness, which he had always been passionate about as a child. His time in Washington D.C. as one of Maine’s representatives in Congress helped shape him into a prominent and influential politician.

When the zombie hordes ravaged humanity’s hope for the future, Alan’s world shattered with it. The delicate framework the US Government had relied on for decades to neutralize existential threats quickly unraveled, leading to anarchy in the Capital. It took everything Alan could muster to secure a means for him and his family to escape on a private plane back to Maine. Unfortunately, a violent riot erupted on the tarmac before the pilot could take off and ferry them to safety. A desperate struggle ensued, ending in gunshots and bloodshed. The aircraft ultimately ascended into the skies a short time later, but his wife, Beth, and daughter, Sarah, were not among the passengers. They became lost in the chaos.

Alan reached the Saco Safe Zone in the subsequent days, though he cannot recall the details of his journey. Upon realizing his family was missing, everything became a blur. Only fractured memories tell the sordid tale of how he ended up among the survivors—but perhaps he’s too focused on maintaining some semblance of normalcy to assemble the missing pieces and discover the truth.

 

[Obsidian]

Character Sheet



NAME:
Felix Jeremiah Taylor-Thomas

SEX:
Male

AGE:
35

OCCUPATION:
Captain, US Armed Forces, Public Affairs

UNIT:
121st Public Affairs Detachment

PERSONALITY:​

An amiable man, Felix exudes a friendly and charming demeanor coupled with a calm and patient mind, all of which has been nurtured throughout his many years serving in Public Affairs for the US Armed Forces. He is something of an idealist, believing strongly in the idea that the Armed Forces is and always should be a force for good, being as much about building a better tomorrow as it is about fighting the enemies of America.

HISTORY:​

Felix was born in 1968 to Raphael Jacob Taylor and Matilda Mary Thomas, two British migrants who set up the Taylor & Thomas Media Company, a small but well-liked publication that focused on news and events for the state of Maine. Felix's upbringing was idyllic, his family being moderately wealthy and well-connected, allowing him to be privately educated at respected schools, receiving high grades that led him to attend Stanford University studying English and Journalism as double-majors. During university, recruiters for the Armed Forces set up a seminar at Stanford, one in which Felix attended out of mild curiosity. Afterward, however, he was enthralled by the prospect of serving his country as a Public Affairs Officer, and so he joined the Armed Forces and rose to the rank of Captain.

For the past seven years, Felix has served as part of the 121st Public Affairs Detachment in the state of Maine, working alongside the Maine National Guard. Felix has been part of many efforts in the state, from organising interviews and writing articles, compiling photos and video for news and television, to assisting in military and government initiatives, and leading community outreach programmes throughout Maine. In his spare time, Felix enjoys visiting his family's media company, participating in local charity and community events, and using his family's connections to help in local issues.

The end of the world came particularly hard for Felix, he lost not only his parents and many of his friends but also witnessed the brutal death of his beloved fiance, Liandra Northwich, who was eaten alive by a swarm of undead, whose screams rang in his ears and haunted his dreams for weeks afterward. Much like many others, Felix has been gripped by despair and hopelessness, mourning all he had lost. But with the help of his close friends amongst his detachment and the guardsmen, Felix slowly but surely pulled himself back from the brink. Now, as the highest ranking officer still retaining his sanity and sense of civic duty, Felix feels very strongly that responsibility for the Zone now falls to him.

OTHER:
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[Red2674]

Character Sheet

NAME:Clancy Black

SEX:Male

AGE:24

OCCUPATION:US Army Ranger, Sergeant

UNIT (if applicable): 75th Ranger Regiment


APPEARANCE:6’1, 205 lbs, brown hair, brown eyes. Generally muscular build, an unknown amount of tattooed tally marks on his right forearm in sets of 5, and tattoo of the lady of Guadalupe on his left forearm

PERSONALITY:Clancy is a no nonsense kind of guy, you give him respect, he gives it back. For the most part, he tries to keep up a public image. Both to maintain relations with others, but also for himself. He’s often prone to negative thoughts when left alone.

HISTORY:
Born in the projects of south Los Angeles, Clancy grew up within a Mexican household. Most of his early life was about as you expect, filled with a whole lotta danger and bad living. The projects of LA were filled with gang violence, murder, and drug activities. And his family wasn’t one to avoid such activities, his brother was killed due to gang violence when Clancy was only 6, and his older sister overdosed a few years after that. Seeing the world he lived in changed his views on life.
Most of his early life was spent trying to survive, in part, he turned towards a life of crime to maintain that. Often between stealing things from locked containers, or taking cars out to a chop shop and cutting them up. He tried to keep away from the gangs, mostly just giving stuff to them for the little cash they’d pay. But as the years went by, it got more and more dangerous for him, the gang activity in his neighborhood only skyrocketing. And so at 17, he enlisted to escape the chaos. His family, while sad to see him go, understood. Last of his lineage, his mother and father thought of the worst that could happen. granted, they’d be proven otherwise.
Clancy went through Army basic training, and was pretty wicked with a rifle. In part due to some weapon experience while in LA. Ultimately, after his training was up,he’d attend airborne school, and then ranger school. Passing by with flying colors, it was more physically demanding than his old life, but mentally easier. Overall, he wasn’t officially a US Army Ranger until he was 19. From there, he essentially deployed to small locations, not seeing much actual combat until the attacks on 9/11, where he was deployed overseas to Afghanistan. There, he and his team would be sent on operations. Overtime, he’d be promoted to sergeant, and given control over a fireteam.
His time would eventually lead him to nearly being promoted to staff sergeant, although due to bureaucracy, he never got the promotion before the zombie outbreak. Just before the US invaded Iraq, Clancy was sent on leave back to the US. He touched down in New York, and was heading up towards New Hampshire to meet up with some old military friends who had gotten medically discharged when the outbreak happened. He found a group to work with, For the time, the team slowly made their way through New Hampshire up to Maine, looking for any safe zones that weren’t overrun. Just before learning of Saco, Clancy’s team was ambushed by some bandits. They gunned them down, not without losses of their own. And when zombies started pouring in just after the shooting, Clancy got the hell out of dodge. And only barely. Essentially as the only survivor of his old crew, he found a military truck with a map, a circle around the saco safe zone. Now, after days and nights. He was just reaching the safe zone(this is just right after the revolt.)

OTHER:Carries an M4A1, His army ranger gear, with a helmet that now has “God is Good” imprinted on it. Something that Clancy often holds close to now that all else is gone. He’s a deeply religious man due to his family.

 

[Lorsh]

For Literally Shawn (#leeh9117) and Literally Gus (#jerrythebagel007), respectively.


NAME: Joseph "Swan" Vasquez

SEX: Male

AGE: 33

OCCUPATION: US Army Pilot

UNIT (if applicable): 101st Airborne Combat Aviation Brigade

PERSONALITY: A laid back and chilled out dude, Joey just likes to have a beer and fly his missions. HISTORY: Born in Dallas, Texas, Joseph grew up looking up to his dad. His dad was a private pilot. All he wanted to do was be like him, fly helicopters like his dad.So of course, Joseph and his dumbass friend Duck decided to sign up for the army. If he's gonna fly helicopters, he's doing it in style.Getting through basic training like a breeze, Joey and Duck were moved into the 101st Combat Aviation Brigade and shipped to Afghanistan.Unfortunately, Duck was shot down and killed. It took a hit to Joseph's mental health, and he began to drink himself to death.When he was recalled due to.. well, the infection, Joseph continued to drink himself into a pit.

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NAME: Kathrine ‘Katy’ Nixon

SEX: Female

AGE: 32

OCCUPATION: US Army Crew Chief

UNIT (if applicable): 101st Airborne

APPEARANCE: A short, but stocky woman, with short brown hair and a scar on her left eyebrow.PERSONALITY: Katy is the final boss of NCOs. Tired, divorced, and perpetually annoyed. There is always something she’d rather be doing, but underneath that exterior, she cares for her crew like they were her family. She’s she’s also a RAAAGING alcoholic, but we won’t talk ab that.

HISTORY: Katy was born in Staten Island, New York into a military family. Her father served in Vietnam in the Marines, and she was expected to do similar, and that she did, enlisting in the Army Airborne and becoming a crew member. She enlisted in the mid-90s, peacetime, and during this peace, she met and moved in with a woman. The two were in love, and adopted a son, who was the light of Katy’s life. However she was dragged away from her family by Afghanistan. During this, she was involved in a crash, in which she was the sole survivor. She came home a different woman. A heavy drinker. She stayed in the army, of course, and when she came home from her second tour, her wife and son were gone. Now, all Katy has is the Airborne.

OTHER: N/A

 

[BloodLightning27]

• Basic Info
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  NAME: Cassidy Dakota Maddox
  
  SEX: Female
  
  AGE: 31
  
  OCCUPATION: Military Police Officer (US Army) (Missing in Action)
  
  UNIT: 42nd Military Police Brigade
  
  RANK: Sergeant (E-5)
  
  
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  Cassidy stands about 5’7” with an athletic, sturdy build honed by years of military service. Before pregnancy, she weighed 150 lbs, with toned muscles and a strong core. Now, at 36 weeks pregnant with twins, she weighs approximately 192 lbs, carrying a belly circumference of 47 inches, making everyday movements more taxing.
  
  Her dark brown hair, with subtle natural highlights, falls to medium length and is almost always tied back in a practical ponytail. Her hazel eyes shift between green and brown, reflecting both her steely resolve and underlying vulnerability.
  
  Due to her size and the limitations of available clothing in the post-outbreak world, Cassidy often wears a tattered maternity dress — worn but serviceable, loose enough to accommodate her large belly but rugged enough to withstand scavenging and rough terrain. The dress shows signs of wear from travel and exposure, frayed at the hems and stained, but she keeps it as neat as circumstances allow.
  
  Her footwear alternates between battered combat boots and sturdy sneakers, depending on the condition of her swollen feet. She wears minimal accessories — typically just a watch and sometimes a bandana to keep her hair back and sweat at bay.
  
  Actor Claim: Emily Blunt
  
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  Cassidy Dakota Maddox is the embodiment of steady resilience. Years of military discipline have forged in her a calm, reliable presence even in the most chaotic situations. Maternal instincts run deep—now more than ever—as she balances the formidable challenge of carrying triplets in a fractured world. Her humor is dry and laced with black wit, often using sardonic remarks about her pregnancy or the grim reality around her as a shield against despair.
  
  Despite the weight of physical and emotional hardships, Cassidy’s resolve remains unbroken. She is fiercely determined to survive and protect her unborn children at all costs. Though reserved and slow to open up, those who earn her trust find a loyal and protective ally.
  
  Pragmatic and resourceful, she approaches problems with a clear head and an adaptive mindset, making the most out of limited resources and dangerous situations.
  
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  Cassidy Dakota Maddox was born in 1971 in Bangor, Maine, the daughter of a decorated Vietnam veteran and a resilient school nurse. Raised in a working-class household that valued discipline, service, and grit, Cassidy grew up knowing how to throw a punch and how to patch one up. She graduated from Bangor High School in 1990 with a strong academic and athletic record, then immediately enlisted in the U.S. Army Reserves to help pay for college.
  
  While serving in the Reserves, Cassidy attended the University of Southern Maine and earned her degree in Criminal Justice by 1994. That same summer, she transitioned into active duty and joined the Military Police, quickly finding herself part of the 42nd Military Police Brigade.
  
  Between 1994 and 2000, Cassidy served in multiple overseas deployments. She saw the tail end of Operation Joint Endeavor in Bosnia, performing peacekeeping and convoy security in a tense, post-conflict environment. In 1997, she was assigned to Haiti, working alongside local authorities in the wake of Operation Restore Democracy. These deployments toughened her resolve and refined her instincts—Cassidy learned not only how to fight, but when not to.
  
  By 2000, she had achieved the rank of Sergeant (E-5). From 2001 through 2002, she was deployed to Afghanistan in the wake of the 9/11 attacks, where she participated in base security operations, detainee management, and high-risk field investigations. She returned stateside physically intact but emotionally drained, disillusioned by the war’s chaotic early years.
  
  In late September 2002, while still adjusting to life back on U.S. soil after being stationed in Fort Hood, Texas, Cassidy discovered she was pregnant. Initially shocked, she complied with military policy and was placed on leave. That shock turned to disbelief when a routine prenatal scan in mid-December revealed she was carrying twins. Suddenly grounded and vulnerable in a way she’d never been, Cassidy had to come to terms with a new, daunting mission: surviving pregnancy on the heels of war.
  
  By April 2003, Cassidy was still on medical leave and residing off-base in central Maine to be closer to her aging parents. When the outbreak began—originating allegedly as a bioweapon designed to halt the U.S. invasion of Iraq—chaos unraveled quickly. Her location at the time of initial breakdown is unclear, but what is known is this: When her unit attempted to locate her around mid-May 2003, she was nowhere to be found. Her residence had been breached and abandoned, with no sign of her or any vehicle. As of May 15th, 2003, Sergeant Cassidy D. Maddox has been listed 'MIA'.
  
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  • Wears a faded red bandana from her active duty days; functional, but also a sentimental anchor to her past.
  • Carries a sonogram printout of her triplets from the last scan before the outbreak, one of her most treasured possessions.
  • Often jokes about her pregnancy in dry, sarcastic tones (e.g., calling her unborn children “the siege team” or “her internal squad”), using humor to cope with her harsh reality.
  • Skilled in basic field medicine, tactical movement, and self-defense due to her Military Police background, though current mobility is limited.
  • Efficient scavenger; prioritizes essentials like food, medicine, and baby supplies with clinical focus.
  • Tends to be quiet and reserved around strangers, but shows fierce loyalty and protectiveness once trust is earned.
  • Has a soft spot for children and animals, often takes risks to ensure their safety, even at personal cost.
  • Holds a cautious but persistent hope for the future, particularly that her children might grow up in a safer world than the one they’re entering.

 

[GotDatDAWGInMe]

Richard Samson

"Oh...Oh, shit! Make a break for it!"​

SEX: Male

AGE: 29

OCCUPATION: (Former) Thief, Boat Driver

PERSONALITY: Quiet and reserved, even before the outbreak. Richards focuses have always been self-centered, from progressing himself enough to where he can afford a roof over his head, to surviving every day without being torn apart by zombies or gunned down by other survivors. He's self-centered, even if the World doesn't revolve around him, in his mind it may as well. Though, such a survival instinct has another term that others use, whether to get under his skin or in their last moments as he leaves them to their fate; Coward.

HISTORY: A smalltime Thief back when things were civil, Richard's been going from coast to coast through whatever means necessary, with warrants out for his arrest across the west coast. He's broken into homes of celebrities, conned gangs out of thousands of dollars, stolen cars, a real grade A scumbag by western standards. After a close call in Houston with a stand-your-ground, trigger happy tenant, Richard re-evaluated the States he entered, and found Maine. No Castle Law fully indoctrinated, and with the standards being more lenient (and survivable) than other states such as Texas, he moved his focus there.

Of course, two months into his new move, and it all had to go to shit.

Initially, when tens of Zombies were running after him, he thought it may have been some sort of community justice, like he was the straw that broke the camels back. But when they shaved off chasing him to claw and bite and rip into innocent bystanders, his mind changed to it being some sort of drug ridden street, where everyone decided PCP was their go to drug for the day. Of course, it wasn't, it had to be Zombies. Not one for wanton violence, he's kept himself in the shadows, scraping by with whatever he can get his hands on. But that scraping just isn't enough for Richard, not in a delusion of grandeur sense, but one where he can feel his strength waning. He's set his sights on the Biddeford Safe Zone, hoping there's, at the least, canned food he'll be able to grab from whatever's left of it...

OTHER:

Carries his own 'Toolkit' filled with picks of all differing sizes and types, perfect for breaking into any established residence.

 

[Aegis]

SSG John 'Coop' Cooper​

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Key Information:

-SEX: Male
-AGE: 23
-OCCUPATION: 11B (Infantryman)
-UNIT: Formerly 101st Airborne, now Maine National Guard, 172nd Mountain Infantry

APPEARANCE:

John has a lean, muscular build that makes up in strength for what he lacks in size and stature. He has a thicker brown hair that he usually keeps in a buzz, and hazel eyes fall behind a sharp, inquisitive gaze. Typically, he's in his desert camo fatigues-- parts of it still itchy with sand from The Desert, but on his off days he'll wear something loose and athletic.

PERSONALITY:

John is fairly straight shooter. You ask him a question, you'll get an answer; whether you like it or not is your problem. He's steadfast and loyal to the system that's holding everything together because the thin line between life and death is the order the military is providing. He doesn't take pleasure in the hard choices they have to make, and regularly tries to acquisition treats and goodies for the boys directly under his command because he knows the toll the war is having on everyone. In his private moments, he drowns the flashes and screams with a Marlboro red and malt liquor, but those times are between him and God.

HISTORY:

John Cooper was born on a small farm in southern Illinois, and for the longest time the only thing he could think of was how to get the hell out of there. The menial day to day tasks weren't so much of the issue but instead the crushing isolation of being in the middle of nowhere. Some small, unincorporated hellhole. Little did he know, however, that when he signed on that dotted line he was going further than he ever anticipated: The Middle East. He completed basic training as an 11B just before The Towers went down, and he went straight from Fort Benning, Georgia to Afghanistan.

As a new private, he had to become accustomed to two things: the beating heat of the desert sun and pulling trig when he needed to do so. His M16A1 was his baby, but as the M4A1 started to become more prominent he transitioned to that. The spirit of grit and hard-work that he developed on the farm in Illinois transferred well to The Army and it wasn't long before he was up for promotion to E-5 and then E-6; he picked up a team and then a squad. Firefights became second nature, and the wail of the IDF sirens drifted him off to sleep.

However, once his deployment was up, John arrived home just before the infection started to take hold. The country fell into collapse shortly after he lost contact with most of his friends in the Middle East, and before long there was another war on the Homefront. This time, though, there were American families broken in the streets and that gave John a whole new sense of urgency. His unit from the 101st was tasked with defending Key Bridges and evacuation zones heading North, but as a massive horde pushed toward them from Nashville-- they were forced to fall back again and again, each time inflicting heavy losses on his beleaguered unit. Over the course of a month and a half, his unit ran out of ammo, food, gas, and will. They stumbled into Maine several states from where they started as a broken troop of lost souls. It seemed only natural that they fell in with the stronger guard unit-- even if they were Nasty Guard, once they found the Saco Safe Zone, the handful of them that were left.

Now, he acts as the Weapons Squad Leader of 2nd platoon, 172nd Maine National Guard.

 

[Advictorian]

NAME: Lucas Hoffman

SEX: Male

AGE: 19

OCCUPATION: 88M Motor Vehicle Operator, Professional Busybody

UNIT (if applicable): 619th Transportation Company

APPEARANCE: 5'11, lanky, black hair and brown eyes with a faint stubble and hair beginning to extend out of it's original buzz-cut. Frequently seen wearing Army fatigues, though occasionaly wears civilian clothing.

PERSONALITY: Simple, eager to help and protect with the occasional morbid joke, Lucas has survived the violent collapse of American society and his transition from behind a wheel to behind an M16 fairly well in the mental department.

HISTORY: Born and raised in the city of Saco, Lucas' family was hardy, middle-class and with a military background since World War I, although his future with the military wasn't certain just yet. His childhood and adolecent years were passed without much incident or criminality in them, although clearly marked by the events at September 11th, 2001. That was a day that would solidify his choice to enlist in the United States Armed Forces, although it hadn't motivated him to enlist for active service. He was still human, and still rather afraid of deployment in Iraq or Afghanistan. Enlisting in the Army Reserves with the help of his parents at the age of 17, he finds himself as a new 88M of the 619th Transportation Company, 719th Transportation Battalion.

Service in the 619th was strange during that time. He transported guns and explosives with the appropiate security measures, sure, but he did it through American streets, and helped train other units to do so, for almost two years, until the 10th of August, 2003, the day it fell apart.

It was absolute fucking chaos as the dead rose and ran towards the living to kill them, and he couldn't do more than to be an active witness to these events, even as he placed his training with an M16 to the test in life-or-death situations. Their unit and some Boston PD officers ran north on Humvees, cargo trucks and other vehicles, the flames engulfing the city as they escaped the city during their first week of survival. On the run, they linked up with other units who had ran and formed the Marblehead Safe Zone, in which a Corporal who'se main role once were to drive trucks wasn't of much use. And so, he became a busybody to anyone who needed a spare pair unskilled of hands manning a post, digging a ditch, washing clothes and the like, learning as he did these jobs.

And so it continued until early May, when they needed volunteers for a flight north, to Maine. He stepped up, as one of the ground forces that was supposed to help with linking up with whatever safe zone they managed to find and hopefully make contact with, as the zone at Marblehead was barely safe at this point by the amount of refugees they were keeping safe. He would never know what happened to the pilot of his helicopter or the aircraft itself, but it fell down near Saco.

OTHER:

Skills: As a professional busybody, he knows just a little of whatever role he had been pushed to doing, although mainly experienced in combat and in vehicle maintenance. He isn't any specialist in them, but he does have a reasonable knowledge in these.

Equipment: He has managed to keep his hands on his issued M16A2 rifle, M7 bayonet and PASGT vest and helmet (with a six-color 'chocolate chip' cover). Adding on to his originally issued equipment, he has obtained a civilian M1911 during his time after the outbreak, though he hasn't seen more ammo than the seven rounds in the single magazine he has for it.

 

[starkly]

NAME: Helen Marsolet

SEX: F

AGE: 35

OCCUPATION: Former litigation attorney. Currently full-time straggler / sailor / survivor.

UNIT: N/A

APPEARANCE: 5'10. Lean/fit. Black hair worn down or in a tiny ponytail or bun, tired and constantly watchful eyes the color of burnt coffee. She has the posture of someone who used to argue in courtrooms. Clothes are utilitarian: practical, dirty, dark colours only. No jewelry. No sentimental bullshit.

PERSONALITY: Closed off. Blunt. Dangerously stubborn. Helen doesn’t trust easily—or at all, really. She helps when she chooses to, but if you try to thank her, she’ll wave you off like she’s allergic to it.

Fucking hates dealing with strangers; to her, trust is a currency she doesn't spend lightly. Speaks as though every word costs something. Argumentative and cunning by nature and training—she was a lawyer once, the kind who could eviscerate a case or a person with just her words. And that skill’s still sharp.

HISTORY:
Born in Quebec City (see: the fucking accent) to a wealthy French-Canadian father and a Japanese mother. Grew up surrounded by money, culture, and expectations (see: the big ass yacht) then burned through law school and carved a name for herself as a litigation attorney who never lost unless she wanted to. But all of that ended thirty-two days ago, when the world fell apart.

She and her father had been out sailing near Saint John by one of their family’s vacation properties when everything hit the fan. The spent all day on the water, only to come back to find their town up in flames. Her father ordered her to stay on the boat. He went to investigate.

And he never came back.

Helen's been sailing the north eastern coast ever since, surviving off quick raids, scavenged supplies, and pure, unrelenting willpower. The yacht—Nightwind—is her home, her fortress, and her last connection to a world that doesn’t exist anymore.

Along the way she's picked up a few skills, as well as a few handy items:

• Crossbow, her most frequently used weapon. Inherited from an older lady who helped her in the earlier days of the outbreak.
• A Glock 17. Stolen donated to her by another straggler that tried to kill her. She's got about half a mag left.
• Pump action shotgun, typically used to scare off would-be boat hijackers. Taken off the corpse of one previously said hijackers.

OTHER:

• Fluent in English, Japanese, and French.
• Nightwind is a 43-foot sailing yacht that sleeps roughly 12-15, is equipped with a full kitchen and bathroom. Also has functioning radio system that she listens into once in a while, though she never responds.
• Enjoyed archery and judo as hobbies once upon a time. They both come quite in handy now.

 

[The_Grey_Jedi]

NAME: Jed Grey

SEX: Male

AGE: 22

OCCUPATION: Army and civilian firefighter

UNIT (if applicable): 133rd Engineer Battalion

APPEARANCE: Pictured

PERSONALITY: He’s your standard movie version of a firefighter. He wants to help people, and equally if not more, wants to feel a rush. He acts off of instinct more often than not. In most people, this could go badly. For him, it actually goes fairly well. He just follows the muscle memory from his extensive training and experience. Hasn’t failed him yet, so he’s also a bit cocky.

HISTORY: Jed’s history is quite simple. After high school, he wanted to do something with his life that helped people, got him an adrenaline rush, and would give him a lifelong career. So, he joined the army national guard as a firefighter. Then, after getting through job training, he joined a civilian fire department as a firefighter-EMT. He was pretty good at it too. Not only was he food at it, he loved it. He loved helping people and getting to get into high risk situations. The best day of his life was his first fire call with no injuries. Sadly for him, that wouldn’t last. The apocalypse had different ideas and here he is, trying to find any military unit nearby to link up with, bearing no more armament than an axe and pistol.

OTHER: Carries an off duty Glock 29 Gen 3 with 10+1 in the mag and two 15 round mags extra