Realistic or Modern 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚎 | 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜

[oliver]

Character sheets will be due Thursday, June 3rd, around 12pm est!

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  character sheets.

  
  
  
  

  Here are the requirements for information to include in the character sheets! I'd love to see some diverse character. I'm looking to accept a max of 10 people. I will allow two people on one role, so if you see someone already made a character for a certain role don't let that stop you! The due date for character sheets is Thursday June 3rd!
  
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  BASICS
  
  Name:
  
  Nickname(s):
  
  D.O.B.:
  
  Age:
  
  Gender:
  
  Sexuality:
  
  Role:
  
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  APPEARANCE
  
  Height:
  
  Weight:
  
  Hair:
  
  Eyes:
  
  Skin:
  
  Race/ethnicity:
  
  Misc: (defining features, piercings, tattoos, etc. This is optional.)
  
  Wardrobe:
  
  Face Claim: (This is also optional, but realistic face claims only if you choose to use one.)
  
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  PERSONA
  
  Personality: (Please write a minimum of a couple sentences. I've noticed a lot of people find this easier that vices/virtues, but if you'd prefer to do something like that or do that in addition, then go right ahead!)
  
  Likes:
  
  Dislikes:
  
  Fears:
  
  Ailments:
  
  Skills:
  
  Inventory:
  
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  HISTORY
  
  Background:
  
  Relationships:
  
  
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  INTRO
  
  September 3rd, 2025. It’s been exactly 6 months since the end of the world. Society sunk into a pit of chaos, blood, and death after a deadly virus called FHM began to knock out the population through its ability to reanimate cannibalistic corpses. Where did the sickness come from? The animal kingdom? Nefarious aliens? Humans themselves? No one is sure where, why, or how it all began. There are no certain answers, but the disease spread quickly and wiped out the majority of the population with no cure.
  
  Governments did what they could, setting up quarantine zones where they could. Many people flocked to them, hoping for a cure. They can only work for so long. Losing control of the situation is almost too easy. One infected person can turn into five in a matter of seconds. Safety is hard to find.
  
  Washington D.C. was a popular spot with several quarantine zones popping up. Unfortunately, they didn’t last long before the virus infiltrated these safe spaces and spread mass destruction. Five months was the record. But, good things can be found in the ruins. A ragtag group of survivors managed to find each other. They share one goal: To survive.
  
  Slowly, as the survivors began to settle into their roles, challenges revealed themselves. Where is the group headed? How strong is their loyalty to one another? And finally, the most complicated situation yet: What are they supposed to do when they come across another stranger?
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
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  Leader

  
  
  
  

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  While everyone may have to work on group decisions, the leader has the final say. Maybe they wanted this position, or they naturally fell into it. Regardless, they’re in charge of keeping the peace and making sure things don’t fall apart. People tend to look to them to disperse information, give answers, and inspire hope. The price of being in charge is weight on their shoulders. How close are they to crumbling?
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  Advisor

  
  
  
  

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  Intelligence equals good advice, doesn’t it? As the unofficial second-in-command, the advisor has a surprising amount of responsibility. They are smart or at least knows how to act like it. People are comforted by them and rely on them for guidance. In addition, they play a huge role when it comes to planning the group’s next move. It’s not as easy as it looks.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  Medic

  
  
  
  

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  Whether or not they were an amateur or expert in medicine before, the skills that come with being a medic are critical. Anything is better than nothing. They’re in charge of most of the supplies and lead the rest of the group when there is an emergency. It’d suck if they were the one to get hurt.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  Brawn

  
  
  
  

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  Strength in mentality as well as physically is a necessity in the apocalypse. The brawn can be counted on for heavy lifting and defense when it comes down to it. They’re likely a protector at heart. But, once they go down, what does that mean for the rest of the group? They hope it doesn’t come to that.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  Scout

  
  
  
  

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  The other side of the group’s protection is the scout. They survey new areas first and are in charge of patrols. The scout is likely reliable and cautious yet very brave. It takes a remarkable tenacity and skillset to do the scout’s job properly. They definitely deserve more credit than they’re used to getting.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  Scavenger

  
  
  
  

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  Supplies are the backbone of survival. The scavenger is an expert in finding food, medicine, and weapons, among other essential items. Perhaps they even have knowledge in things like foraging. They’re likely crafty and vigilant. One of their jobs is to make sure rations are distributed fairly and make a hungry cohort’s day.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  Newcomer

  
  
  
  

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  They don't have a particular place in the group yet. There is a lot of mystery surrounding this unknown person, causing some tensions. Maybe they're eager to sell themselves using their past or maybe they'd prefer to forget it. Whatever the case, they're newest job is to get the rest of the survivors to like and accept them. Or not. There's something freeing about being alone. But, isn't it nice to see a lively face?
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  rules.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  rule one.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  This group will be for advanced roleplayers only. Good grammar, punctuation, and syntax are necessary. In addition, posts are expected to be at least 400+ words or at least a couple of paragraphs. If you cannot confidently and comfortable comply to these expectations, this roleplay probably isn't for you.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  rule two.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Discord is necessary for out of character chatting and planning. The actual roleplay will take place on RPN, but all of the out of character discussion and planning will take place in a Discord server. The link to this server will be sent out to those who are accepted into the roleplay.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  rule three.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Speaking of, this roleplay is application-based and NOT first-come, first-serve. Eventually, a deadline for character sheets will be set and the accepted people will be sent the Discord server link in a PM.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  rule four.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  This isn't so much as rule as it is a note. A maximum of around 10 people will be accepted. You'll notice there are only 7 roles, however. I am open to doubles on most if not all of the roles. Filling all 7 roles takes priority, but having two characters with one role is acceptable. Also, everyone should only submit one character. People that are accepted may have a chance to make a second character depending on how many people are accepting.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  rule five.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Face claims for characters should be realistic. Anime face claims/stolen art won't be accepted.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  rule six.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Once the roleplay begins, please be able to post at least once a week. Real life will always take priority and I plan on keeping this somewhat casual, but this is to keep things moving along. After everyone posts once, I'll allow people to post again after every couple of responses depending on how many people end up in the group.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  rule seven.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  For maturity and comfort's sake, please be 18+ when applying.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

cs

roles

rules

our vestige

no sanctum

genre

survival, horror

status

accepting

spots open

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ooc

♡coded by uxie♡

Spoiler: No Code

Here are the requirements for information to include in the character sheets! I'd love to see some diverse character. I'm looking to accept a max of 10 people. I will allow two people on one role, so if you see someone already made a character for a certain role don't let that stop you! There's no due date yet for character sheets either, but it'll be added/announced when I decide on that.

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BASICS

Name:

Nickname(s):

D.O.B.:

Age:

Gender:

Sexuality:

Role:

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APPEARANCE

Height:

Weight:

Hair:

Eyes:

Skin:

Race/ethnicity:

Misc: (defining features, piercings, tattoos, etc. This is optional.)

Wardrobe:

Face Claim: (This is also optional, but realistic face claims only if you choose to use one.)

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PERSONA

Personality: (Please write a minimum of a couple sentences. I've noticed a lot of people find this easier that vices/virtues, but if you'd prefer to do something like that or do that in addition, then go right ahead!)

Likes:

Dislikes:

Fears:

Ailments:

Skills:

Inventory:

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HISTORY

Background:

Relationships:


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INTRO

September 3rd, 2025. It’s been exactly 6 months since the end of the world. Society sunk into a pit of chaos, blood, and death after a deadly virus called FHM began to knock out the population through its ability to reanimate cannibalistic corpses. Where did the sickness come from? The animal kingdom? Nefarious aliens? Humans themselves? No one is sure where, why, or how it all began. There are no certain answers, but the disease spread quickly and wiped out the majority of the population with no cure.

Governments did what they could, setting up quarantine zones where they could. Many people flocked to them, hoping for a cure. They can only work for so long. Losing control of the situation is almost too easy. One infected person can turn into five in a matter of seconds. Safety is hard to find.

Washington D.C. was a popular spot with several quarantine zones popping up. Unfortunately, they didn’t last long before the virus infiltrated these safe spaces and spread mass destruction. Five months was the record. But, good things can be found in the ruins. A ragtag group of survivors managed to find each other. They share one goal: To survive.

Slowly, as the survivors began to settle into their roles, challenges revealed themselves. Where is the group headed? How strong is their loyalty to one another? And finally, the most complicated situation yet: What are they supposed to do when they come across another stranger?
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ROLES
The Leader
While everyone may have to work on group decisions, the leader has the final say. Maybe they wanted this position, or they naturally fell into it. Regardless, they’re in charge of keeping the peace and making sure things don’t fall apart. People tend to look to them to disperse information, give answers, and inspire hope. The price of being in charge is a hefty weight on their shoulders. How close are they to crumbling?

The Advisor
Intelligence equals good advice, doesn’t it? As the unofficial second-in-command, the advisor has a surprising amount of responsibility. They are smart or at least knows how to act like it. People are comforted by them and rely on them for guidance. In addition, they play a huge role when it comes to planning the group’s next move. It’s not as easy as it looks.

The Medic
Whether or not they were an amateur or expert in medicine before, the skills that come with being a medic are critical. Anything is better than nothing. They’re in charge of most of the supplies and lead the rest of the group when there is an emergency. It’d suck if they were the one to get hurt.

The Brawn
Strength in mentality as well as physically is a necessity in the apocalypse. The brawn can be counted on for heavy lifting and defense when it comes down to it. They’re likely a protector at heart. But, once they go down, what does that mean for the rest of the group? They hope it doesn’t come to that.

The Scout
The other side of the group’s protection is the scout. They survey new areas first and are in charge of patrols. The scout is likely reliable and cautious yet very brave. It takes a remarkable tenacity and skillset to do the scout’s job properly. They definitely deserve more credit than they’re used to getting.

The Scavenger
Supplies are the backbone of survival. The scavenger is an expert in finding food, medicine, and weapons, among other essential items. Perhaps they even have knowledge in things like foraging. They’re likely crafty and vigilant. One of their jobs is to make sure rations are distributed fairly and make a hungry cohort’s day.

The Newcomer
They don't have a particular place in the group yet. There is a lot of mystery surrounding this unknown person, causing some tensions. Maybe they're eager to sell themselves using their past or maybe they'd prefer to forget it. Whatever the case, they're newest job is to get the rest of the survivors to like and accept them. Or not. There's something freeing about being alone. But, isn't it nice to see a lively face?
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RULES
1.) This group will be for advanced roleplayers only. Good grammar, punctuation, and syntax are necessary. In addition, posts are expected to be at least 400+ words or at least a couple of paragraphs. If you cannot confidently and comfortable comply to these expectations, this roleplay probably isn't for you.

2.) Discord is necessary for out of character chatting and planning. The actual roleplay will take place on RPN, but all of the out of character discussion and planning will take place in a Discord server. The link to this server will be sent out to those who are accepted into the roleplay.

3.) Speaking of, this roleplay is application-based and NOT first-come, first-serve. Eventually, a deadline for character sheets will be set and the accepted people will be sent the Discord server link in a PM.

4.) This isn't so much as rule as it is a note. A maximum of around 10 people will be accepted. You'll notice there are only 7 roles, however. I am open to doubles on most if not all of the roles. Filling all 7 roles takes priority, but having two characters with one role is acceptable. Also, everyone should only submit one character. People that are accepted may have a chance to make a second character depending on how many people are accepting.

5.) Face claims for characters should be realistic. Anime face claims/stolen art won't be accepted.

6.) Once the roleplay begins, please be able to post at least once a week. Real life will always take priority and I plan on keeping this somewhat casual, but this is to keep things moving along. After everyone posts once, I'll allow people to post again after every couple of responses depending on how many people end up in the group.

7.) For maturity and comfort's sake, please be 18+ when applying.

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  we're only haunted by the things we refuse to accept

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  name

  
  

  parker andré reis fernández

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  nicknames

  
  

  although not very often, some people call him "park" on occasion. another popular nickname for him throughout high school was his last name, "fernández"
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  date of birth

  
  

  december 17th, 1999

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  age

  
  

  25

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  gender

  
  

  cis male (he/him)

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  sexuality

  
  

  gay

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  appearance

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  hair

  
  

  parker's hair is thick, wavy, and a deep chesnut brown color. he prefers it kept generally short/medium in lenth and typically parts it in the middle to keep it out of his face.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  eyes

  
  

  his eyes are dark brown, practically black. they're deepset and hooded. he squints when he smiles genuinely.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  skin

  
  

  parker's skin is tawny in color, lighter in the winter and darker in the summer. he's got plenty of smaller scars littering his body from years of sports. he has a prominent scar on his right knee from surgery due to a torn acl injury in high school.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  miscellaneous

  
  

  on his left hip, parker has a small reddish birthmark. his ears used to be pierced, but he hasn't worn any jewlery in years.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  wardrobe

  
  

  parker wears clothing with thick fabric: hoodies, jeans, jackets, etc. he uses layers to protect himself and tries to shorten any strings or removes them. he often wears steel toe work boots.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  height

  
  

  6'2" | 187 cm

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  weight

  
  

  172 lbs | 78 kg

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  ethnicity

  
  

  caucasian + brazillian

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  face claim

  
  

  sebastião hungerbühler

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  virtues

  
  
  
  

  compassionate; parker, at his core, tries to be a nice person. he likes to help people in need and is always willing to aid others.
  
  optimistic; on the surface, parker maintains an optimistic image and finds it important to keep everyone's heads high when a situation may look grim. it's what has got him through the apocalypse so far.
  
  loyal; once he finds his people, it's almost hard to get rid of him. parker can become very protective and dependable. he values the relationships that he creates.
  
  tenacious; parker is dedicated and ambitious, if not stubborn. he's more than willing to keep on pushing forward and tries not to back down easily.
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  emotional; a strong guy with strong emotions, parker is easily affected by death and destruction. it goes the other way as well. overall, it makes him a more empathetic person, but in some eyes, it makes him weak.
  
  clumsy; parker makes mistakes, drops things, trips up stairs, etc. it's a miracle he's still alive when he's got bungling tendencies.
  
  absent-minded; getting side-tracked is a specialty. parker likes side quests and daydreaming more than the average person.
  
  guarded; for such a friendly guy, he'd got layers like an steel onion. parker is hesitant to open up to people, refusing to show the negative parts of him and letting them fester inside. he'd rather take them to his grave.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  likes

  
  
  
  

  football, warm weather, the beach, popsicles, being outside, talking to people, physical affection, car rides, adventures

  
  
  
  
  

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  sitting still, tea, strong scents, being negative, being alone, bugs

  
  
  
  
  

  fears

  
  
  
  

  bugs and abandonment

  
  
  
  
  

  ailments

  
  
  
  

  parker has a bad knee, mild adhd, and cptsd

  
  
  
  
  

  skills

  
  
  
  

  strength; sports have been parker's thing since he was younger, it's only natural he's got some muscle on him.
  
  stamina; he likes running and exercise. thus, he's got pretty good stamina.
  
  first aid; he was a volunteer firefighter for a while and receive training for first aid and cpr.
  
  maintenance; parker has also picked up on some fix-it skills. he's learned how to repair various pieces of equipment and cars. when he was younger, someone taught him how to hotwire a car.
  
  bilingual; after spending a good part of his childhood in brazil and the rest in the us, parker became fluent in both portuguese and english.

  
  
  
  
  

  inventory

  
  
  
  

  black travel backpack; a couple cans of food, a couple water bottles, a refillable water bottle and filter, 3 protein bars, 2 tiny kitkat bars, 2 aa batteries, crumpled map, blanket, deflated pool float, small, mostly empty first aid kit with a couple of bandaids and a half-used tube of topical antibiotics, and a pill bottle with 3 vicodin pills. parker keeps a small axe on the outside.
  
  mini navy blue duffle bag; a gray hoodie, a jean jacket, old tennis shoes, a couple of pens, a small notebook, and a pocket knife (that sometimes ends up in his pockets)

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  childhood

  
  

  
  

  parker was born to pedro reis fernández and catherine reis fernández (née newman) on december 17th, 1999. his mother was an international journalist and had moved to brazil sometime in the 90s when she met parker's father, a photographer. they married and a couple years later, had him. they lived in brazil up until 2008 when the famiy uprooted and moved to the us while catherine was pregnant with a second child for career and family reasons.
  
  it was a big change for parker. he went into elementary school slightly behind and poor english. it was difficult to adjust to the changes and he was repeatedly bullied at his new school. immediately, he begged his parents to let them move back. he missed his friends, he missed the beach, he missed playing soccer. of course, it wasn't feasible to go back. halfway through 2nd grade, his younger sister charlotte was born. by the next year, their family was forced to move again for catherine's work.

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

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  (tw: suicidal thoughts)
  
  the pattern continued up through parker's middle school years. they moved about a total of 10 times. the bullying only stopped when parker sprouted up like a beanstalk and began to tower over the other kids. he remained distrustful, introverted, and despondent as a result from consistent harassments. parker contemplated suicide multiple times. he couldn't figure out what was wrong with him and felt numb in between bursts of sadness and irritability. his grades suffered and his parents were confused and upset with him as a result of everything. he never told them about the extent of the bullying.
  
  (tw end)
  
  things settled down when the family didn't move after parker's parents came to the realization that their lifestyle wasn't working. it was causing their children to withdraw. finally, stabilization in life was the start to a recovery. in freshman year, he made the first "official" friend named kingston boyce.
  
  kingston introduced parker to a new world of sports: football like he'd never seen before. kingston was on the team and as a big guy, parker was welcomed with open arms. by sophomore year, he was already a part of varsity. it was nice for him to finally make some connections. the rough housing made him uncomfortable, but he did his best to play along. parker didn't want to lose his new friends.
  
  parker began to struggle with his romantic feelings. he had patiently waited for the day he started to like girls, but it never came. one day spent out past his curfew at a local diner with kingston revealed feelings parker was immediately ashamed of. he had an innocent crush. poking and prodding kingston carefully with questions led him to believe he'd be rejected. in his eyes, he was unlovable in a romantic sense.
  
  after being approach in his senior year by a girl named ashlyn, parker got a girlfriend. it was fun for a while because to him, she was essentially another friend that sometimes kissed him. ironically enough, kingston would get annoyed with him because he would spend so much time with his new girlfriend.
  
  (tw: sexual assault)
  
  ashlyn invited parker over one day when her parents weren't home. her intentions flew over his head and when they became apparent, it was too late. he didn't want to disappoint her nor did he want to have sex. she wouldn't take no for an answer because he was supposed to be turned on and his body told her differently.
  
  they broke up the next day. parker confided in kingston. initially, he laughed at him. once the tears started, he took parker seriously.
  
  (tw end)
  
  at the end of the final football season, parker tore his acl and needed surgery. it gave him a nasty scar on his knee that he makes up stories for every time someone asks about it. then, graduation came and went. kingston was going to college across the country while parker intended on staying at home while attending trade school. they spent the entire summer together. in august, parker confessed and kingston admitted he returned his feelings. nothing ever came of it because they were going to separated and decided they didn't want to do long distance.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

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  parker didn't attend college and instead chose to go to a trade school for elevator maintenance. he also began to volunteer for the fire station on the weekends, picking up some useful skills from there. most importantly, parker began to go to a therapist.
  
  once he finished the online schooling when he turned 19, he started on his apprenticeship that lasted four years. finally, when he turned 23, he was fully certified and employed.
  
  throughout these years, parker dated on and off but not for very long. he and kingston occasionally spoke. when parker was 25, kingston told him he had intensions on coming back to baltimore.

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

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  parker met up with his family, thankfully, and they set off to a quarantine zone near baltimore. unfortunately,there was an outbreak inside of the camp a month in. parker and his family relocated to a quarantine zone near washington, dc successfully.
  
  parker took on a scavenger role. a couple months in, he spent a week out searching for supplies. he returned back to the camp in the midst of being overrun. he never saw his mom or dad again, but he did see his sister go down beneath one of the infected after having her throat ripped open by it's teeth. he convinced himself he could have saved her and the idea has been devouring him ever since.

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

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[erzulie]

amir leonard

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name: amir maurice leonard
nickname(s): legz | it isn’t the most exciting or original nickname, but he’s learned to live with it. legz was a name given to him because of his height and his speed.

age: 20 years old
gender: cis-male
sexuality: asexual
ethnicity/race: black
role: scavenger

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hair: amir has black hair that’s styled in short dreadlocks. he keeps them neat for the most part and has them braided every now and then. amir enjoys putting either gold or silver on gold or silver hair jewelry, usually beads or shells.

eyes: dark brown, almost black.
skin: mahogany
height: 6’0”
weight: 169lbs
body mods: both his ears are pierced and he has a tattoo on his neck.

wardrobe: amir keeps his wardrobe simple. all of his clothes primarily consist of sports wear like a tracksuit, joggers, plain t-shirts, and under armour. he prefers clothing that light weight and easy to run in.
face claim: abdulayeniang

—persona
personality: amir is not the most talkative person. he’s always been one of the quiet types, a individual who would rather melt into the background than draw attention to themselves. in life amir would be a side character and he’d be perfectly okay with that. he’s an observant young man, a trait that has been heightened by the current state of the world. amir is always on guard, his body curled like a spring as he awaits to take action if needed. his laid-back persona has fooled many in the past. he’s the type to let things roll off of his back. amir doesn’t like to dwell in the past too much, instead he’d rather focus on the future.

he’s a rational person who tries to keep a cool head under pressure. he isn’t one for hasty decision making unless he has no choice. any other time he’s carefully weighing his options on different situations. amir prefers to be a neutral party when it comes to picking sides since he isn’t a fan of conflict. though he’d much rather just stick to himself to avoid having to pick all together.

where a lot of people are able to enjoy the presence of others and their alone time, amir prefers to stick to himself solely. he has a hard time making friends, but that’s because he doesn’t really go out of his way to meet new people.

likes: old school rap, high up places, sunsets, cloud watching, tattoos, sketching
dislikes: rain, drama, cats, the dark, pushy people, surprises
fears: being bitten/turned, the dark (or rather, what awaits there)
ailments: none
skills: track & field star (high school & college), baseball (high school & college, center field) , parkour, sneaking around
weapon: brooklyn crusher (polypropylene, main) , pistol

inventory: a nike book bag containing: his clothes (rolled to save space) , 36oz yeti water bottle, a variety of granola bars, beef jerky, and water that he scavenged, a compact mirror for looking around corners, flashlight w/ batteries. He also carries: pop pop snappers & smoke bombs (for distracting zombies).

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bio: six months ago amir had what he thought was a normal life, maybe even boring in some cases. his story was not one of tragedy or loss. he was raised by both of his parents, janet, a daycare owner, and phil, a construction worker. their family was nothing out of the ordinary, nothing worth taking a second glance at.

his school life was even more unremarkable. amir discovered his love for baseball at a young age, games of catch with his father inspired him to join his local little league team. amir would spend his time with other boys his age, learning the ends and outs of the sport. amir made a few friends there and continued on to join his school’s team. in class he typically kept to himself, only ever interacting with two of his close friends throughout the days. his grades were average, he was passing and that was enough for him.

his interest in track came when the coach happened to see him at one of his baseball games. his speed as an centerfielder impressed him and so he urged amir to join. it was then that amir discovered his passion for running. he impressed those around him and became known as one of their star runners. his parents would attend as many games as they could, encouraging their son to follow his dreams and do his best. through working out and watching videos on youtube led him to discover parkour. and though it gave his mother a near heart attack to see him do such stunts, she didn’t try to hinder him.

life changed for him drastically during his second year in college. amir had been in his room when the outbreak started. he could hear his roommate through the thin wall that divided their living space, groaning and bumping into things before it went silent. amir had went to check on him, he hadn’t even gotten the chance to open the door before his roommate burst through, attacking him viciously. his teeth snapping and hands grabbing to try and grab amir. he fought him off, pushing him back into the room and closing the door, locking it with the key that had fell from his roommate’s pocket.

to his horror outside wasn't any better and chaos reigned as people were attacked. amir knew that something wasn’t right. he watched as one man was bitten, his throat ripped out before standing right before amir’s eyes. he was careful as he made his way to one of his friends’ dorms. the two of them had ushered amir in as they tried to figure out what was going on. calls to their parents were made and they watched the tv in hopes of figuring out what was going on. they could only listen as they were told to stay where they were. with a shaky voice he assured his mother that he was okay.

amir doesn’t remember how long they stayed on campus, waiting for help or any sign of what was going on. before long the power went out and as hunger set in their were forced to find food. amir had been careful, so very careful in order to not attract the monster. he never went out into the open and was always aware of his surroundings as the got what they needed. but it had only taken a tiny mistake, the sound of a phone going off to alert the creatures. amir watched as his friend went to hastily turn off his device, only to be snatched before he could utter a world. for the first time in his life amir knew loss.

he was even more careful then, along with his remaining friend. the two of them developed a plan, a set of techniques to get what they needed safely. months passed and they were rescued and sent to a quarantine zone nearby. amir was tearfully reunited with his parents. and life was okay for a little while. he was never able to forget what went on on campus, so stop the mannerisms he had developed over time.

amir can remember waking up during the early morning to noise in the home they'd been given. he didn’t waste any time in going downstairs and watching as his father was overwhelmed by the monster, they made eye contact and amir grabbed his mother. he locked the two of them into his room. amir hugged his mother as they cried, huddled against the door as the undead beat against it. and as to his horror he watched as his mother revealed her upper arm to him, a large bite mark on her otherwise clear skin.

amir had no choice. his mother had urged him to grab everything that he could before fleeing, to save himself. she refused to let him stay with her, she wouldn’t hear a word of it. he could only listen as she left the room, leading the undead out and closing the door behind her. for the longest time amir stayed there, still save for the sobs that shook his body. he had cried until his head had hurt and he could cry no more. slowly, finally he got up and collected his things. he left the house, using the skills he’d learned on campus to get around the area.

he’d come across his friend once again, the two had kept up with each other as they were relocated to the safe zone. but his friend was not as he remembered him. as amir watched him on the ground, surrounded by blood as he was eaten alive, he could only turn and run. amir left the area, picking up things along the way in order to survive. when alone he practiced his shooting from a gun he’d gotten from the body of a dead police man. At night he slept in places high up, where no one could reach him. amir spent his time scavenging, simply surviving with no real destination on his mind.

 

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Appearance

Height: Sadly, Alex stopped growing when he was 15 and has been stuck at 5'5 ever since. He's been at the end of arm rest jokes his entire life and the fact that he didn't have a big growth spurt annoyed him. He now sees it as a blessing as his height is an advantage for hiding from others.

Weight: He enjoyed running around a lot as a kid and remained very thin and light on his feet, only being about 110lbs.

Hair: His hair has always been the same color and type, black and straight. His hair has grown out a bit since the apocalypse started and he hasn't cut it in order to give his some sense of normalcy.

Eyes: His eyes are Dark Brown almost black. He has double eyelids which sets him apart from the rest of his family and long eyelashes like his mother.

Skin: Alex's skin is a Warm Beige tone. He has many moles and beauty marks scattered over his body and he turns red easily from both alcohol and natural embarrassment. He also has a few scars and marks here and there from childhood injuries and he has a weird, two inch long birth mark that looks like a fish on his left thigh.

Ethnicity: He is Korean but was born and raised in America.

Wardrobe: During the apocalypse, good clothes are hard to come by. Alex tends to wear the same thing. Grey cargo pants, a white button up shirt, a thick blue pullover hoodie, thick waterproof running shoes, a white bandana and for his belongings, a light backpack.

Face Claim: Sunghoon (Enhypen)

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Alex Jihwan Moon

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nineteen

gender

male

sexuality

bisexual

role

the scout

Birthday

Aug. 10

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Alex is what some would describe as "too good". He is incredibly loyal, happy and willing to help anyone. He loves people and wants everyone to get along. This naivety has gotten him and others hurt in the past but he hasn't learned his lesson. However these aspects make him excellent at reasoning with others and his observation and deduction skills have been improving. He hasn't lost his childhood innocence yet despite the zombie apocalypse but he has some soft spots and pain that he hides from others, like how he really misses his family. As a loving older brother, he is weak for children teens and young people. He wants to protect them and often this leads to more people getting hurt.

He's lost so many people in the zombie apocalypse. He is very brave but afraid of losing anyone else. He is athletic and creative, caring and team oriented. He maybe very socially blind, oblivious when it comes to love, unaware of when someone isn't worthy of saving but he really wants to make everyone happy and that's where his best qualities are found.

Likes: Making Friends, Fruit, Sport, Photography, Travelling, Summer, Driving

Dislikes: Unnecessary Conflict, Hospitals, Loud Noises, Alcohol, Cats, Loneliness, Liars,

Fears: Losing People, Becoming a Zombie

Ailments: Alex is way too easily trusting. As a big brother he is weak for children and despite being in a zombie apocalypse he is way too passive. He also is allergic to cats.

Skills: He used to be a Boy Scout and is fast, observational, good with people and has good eyesight. He can also drive and is great at problem solving.

Inventory: At all times in his backpack he carries, a Swiss army knife, a metallic baseball bat, a Glock with silencer, a metallic water bottle, 2 days worth of rationed food, his sister's teddy bear, his film camera, a small flashlight, an extra jacket and binoculars.

History

Background:
Alex is the first child of second generation Korean immigrants, his father a building surveyor and his mother was a nurse. He was bilingual as his parents didn't want him to be held back by anything. They wanted him to have everything they didn't have and so he was pushed into many things. He was in both the soccer and art club at school and wanted to be a photographer when he was 12. When he was 13 his parents had his little sister Aimee and Alex adored her. He took care of her whenever his parents were busy and loved her so much. He joined the Boy Scouts when he was 5 but stopped attending scouts after he became an Explorer Scout when he was 15. He loved socialising and making friends and was one of the most outgoing kids in LA's Koreatown. He got into New York University for a double major in Photography but before he left LA for NYC he took one of Aimee's teddy bears with him so he would always have something of hers with him.

He was at university when the zombie apocalypse began and immediately knew he had to get out of there. Kids weren't sensible and often brought the disease to their classes, dorms, sororities and fraternities. He lost both his roommates to the zombie apocalypse. He knew there was nothing he could do so he packed up two bags filled with an extra set of clothes plenty of food and enough water lo last him a while. He sent a voicemail for his family and left NYC to take the long perilous drive home to LA. He hasn't had the chance to see them since and doesn't know if they're even alive. He kept running out of gas, having to fight off groups of zombies with the bad weapons that he used to have, and could never find a gas station when he needed it. He ended up running into his new found crew of friends at an abandoned mall. They questioned him about who he was where he used his smooth talking and the honest truth. He told them about how he needed to go home and find his family and see if they were still alive. They called him crazy and said he'd never make it. They said that big cities had too many zombies and that even if they were alive they probably wouldn't be in LA anymore. The Leader and Advisor said he shouldn't be alone, so far away from anyone, and that being in a group was best and so he joined their group and has been with them ever since. They quickly recognised his bravery, skills with people as well as observational skills. They also noticed how he spent so long alive by himself. He was good at hiding and after figuring out he used to be a boy scout they figured he must still have plenty of those skills still in him. After a while they allowed him to have a gun and gave him his baseball bat back. Alex was happy he had a crew of people that he could trust. Even if he couldn't find his family, he was happy he found people.

Relationships: TBA
- His Family - Alex loves his family and hasn't lost faith in their survival. He can't wait to see them again.
- His Hometown Friends - Alex hasn't heard from his hometown friends in a long time and worries about how many of them are still alive.
- His University Roommates and Friends - He has already accepted that they are all either zombies or dead. College was a trap for the disease and he is convinced that no one could have survived staying there.
- The Crew -

Theme Song: TBA

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ritu farlan

# the medic

# atikah karim

♡coded by uxie♡

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  name. ritu farlan
  nickname. –
  age. twentynine
  gender. cis female
  sexuality. homosexual
  dateofbirth. november, 12th
  ethnicity. malaysian
  role. the medic
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  height. Ritu has long and slim legs, she's tall for a woman her age and origin with 179 cm.
  
  weight. Due to her slim figure, she weighs 69 kg. Her metabolism is quick and she has a hard time gaining weight.
  
  misc. Her lower abdomen is largely scarred.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

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  hair. Her hair is shaded in a dark brown. She prefers to keep it short in the length of her chin. Usually she slicks her hair back or braids them slightly to get them out of her face.
  

  
  

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  Ritu is a sarcastic person with eloquent vocabulary.
  She puts trust in herself and enjoys her very own company over tiring conversations with others. As a result Ritu is able to evolve old and pick up new skills well in which she takes her pride. Being confident in who she is and where her talents lay, she doesn’t feel the urge to prove herself in the presence of others. Consequently she expresses herself in unapologetic manner and doesn’t let herself be pressured into agreeing with others – even if agreeing would be more convenient. She clearly radiates alpha energy.
  Despite not being the best team player, Ritu is a relaxed companion who copes well with crisis and takes problems one by one which makes her an important and rational match for any survival of the fittest. Her personality isn't to be misjudged as distant, rather than that, it takes interest to understand her character and appreciate her way of expression.
  
  likes. fruits, the mountains, gifts, jewelry, cats, sports, clubbing
  dislikes. flowers, the cold, bland food, sitcoms
  fears. being betrayed, deep water
  ailments. imsomnia
  
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  • calm hands
  • knowledge of human anatomy
  • great cook
  • marksmanship abilities tied with accuracy
  
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  • hunting knife
  • one onion
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  • a bottle of pure alcohol
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  Lethal justice is what
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  You can paint me as a villain
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  Born and raised in the outskirts of Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, Ritu grew up in a poor family. She spent most of her days in the forest with her mother and her two sisters where they’d pick fresh fruits. Her childhood ended too abruptly as her environment showed her the harsh reality of life of the destitutes. Her parents had to send two of their daughters away to work for the sake of their family’s survival.
  
  (TW: trafficking, abuse, abortion)
  Her older sister Sajaf and her were taken to the countryside to a nursery. They'd be paid to take care of orphans and prepare them for adoption appointments with wealthy foreigners. Ritu was sixteen years old. Their lives consisted of hard work each day, the sun painted her skin with more color. Sajaf was taken off of her regular duties after a few months. She was promoted in one way or another. It was distinct that this nursery wasn't all there was. It was an underground organization involved in human trafficking. The business consisted of providing surrogate mothers for international couples who weren't allowed to use this kind of service in their home countries. Thereby it was handled as a common adoption. Sajaf was chosen to be one of the surrogate mothers.
  
  Ritu was told by her sister to deny her menstruation and lie about her age. She looked quite young, hence the strategy worked for a while. Instead, she was part of the medical team that would assist the surrogate mothers when giving birth. In these years she learned many of her skills, especially since there was no medical treatment centers or hospitals near, the small amount of people available had to help themselves.
  

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  When Ritu turned twenty, her sister had given birth three times. She accompanied her sister in each one. Sajaf cried bitter tears, her sweat hurt on her skin each time. Ritu stopped looking at the children. They were a mere product to be sold. None of the women ever gave clear consent.
  
  Ritu visited the women in the village who were part of the business to make an unlawful offer. Over the next two years, more and more women miscarried. Ritu had performed many abortions for the women who came to seek her for help. It couldn't go well forever though. Her actions were discovered eventually by the head of the business.
  
  

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  The two sisters found themselves in Peru where they tried to live their lives on a more positive note. Despite her past, Ritu proceeded to get more education in the medical field at a local hospital. She took classes and was schooled by nurses.
  Three years prior to the worldwide infection with the virus, Ritu immigrated to the United States, where she strived for more knowledge for actual surgeries. Since she couldn't verify any certificates of proper education and she didn't own much, she had a hard time finding an adequate place. However she participated in many non-profit programs and learned many things through unpaid internships at hospitals. Only when she met an investor in D.C., he offered to pay her university fees to become a doctor. Ritu accepted.
  Here we are. A worldwide pandemic spreading and leaving everyone in another survival of the fittest.
  Ritu came prepared.
  
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  Sajaf Farlan – her sister
  They have a typical sibling-relationship. They are annoyed by each other to the maximum but if anyone dares to hurt the other, it means war. Sajaf decided to stay in Peru since she found her partner there.
  
  Ezra Shapiro – friend
  He is her investor who agreed to pay her university costs. They get along very well and share an unlikely friendship. They haven't seen each other since the virus started spreading.
  
  
  
  
  
  

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* EVE MENDOZA

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  Evelin Mendoza.
  

  * nickname

  "Eve" to all.
  

  * d.o.b.

  October 4th, 1996.
  

  * age

  29 years old.
  

  * gender

  Cis female.
  

  * sexuality

  Questioning.
  

  * role

  The Advisor.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  5 feet 9 inches.
  

  * weight

  133 lbs.
  

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  Dark brown hair with natural toffee highlights. If one looks closely, they can see a few premature grey hairs as well.
  

  * eyes

  Dark brown eyes with notable dark bags from lack of sleep.
  

  * skin

  Olive toned tan, with plenty of freckles and a few beauty marks. Eve has a few wrinkles, some tiredness in her skin that makes her look older than her true age.
  

  * race/ethnicity

  Puerto Rican and Native Peruvian.
  

  * misc

  Below her left shoulderblade, Eve has the name of her parents tattooed. Both passed away in a car accident only months before the outbreak. Throughout her time surviving, she's acquired a large collection of scars over her body.
  

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  Anything comfortable and practical that she can find. T-shirts, jeans, leather, canvas shoes or steel toed boots. She's not the fancy type.
  

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  Daniella Alonso.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  Many who have stumbled into Eve's path would describe her as one word, overall: curious. Not the type of curious to make you look twice while walking down the street, but if you've ever had to interact with her, whether you've been questioned by her, tried to make small talk, whatever it may be, there seems to be something off. For a woman in her late twenties, Eve is unusually wizened and her premature grey hairs indicate plenty of stress in her day to day life. She's quiet, pensive, always thinking and always restless. Disciplined and sure from her days as a police officer training to become a detective, trying to get to know Eve is like talking to a brick wall. It's exceptionally difficult for her to allow people to get close. Sure, Eve isn't absolutely unpleasant to be around, but she's the "strong and silent" type, and has major issues with trusting others. Nowadays as the world has come to an end, she's much more paranoid and meticulous about ensuring her survival and the survival of those she cares about. It does not matter if she desires something - Eve will absolutely do what has to be done.
  
  

  * ailments

  In the past, Eve dealt with post-partum depression. Currently, Eve has C-PTSD, anxiety, and heavy paranoia. Add onto that a very little amount of sleep and extreme day-to-day stress, Eve is a molotov cocktail waiting to be lit.
  
  

  * skills

  As a former police officer being trained to become a detective, Eve has the full capacity of training given to officers. She's skilled with all types of firearms (prefers a sniper rifle), hand-to-hand combat for self defense, and basic first aid. With years of experience in the field, her investigative intuition is sharp, and has at times proven useful for survival. Eve is also bilingual, and her first language is Spanish.
  
  

  * inventory

  A generic black LAPD duffel bag containing: A metal refillable water bottle (covered in stickers), two t-shirts, a pair of jeans, four mismatched socks, a half-empty bottle of Ibuprofen, a nearly empty bottle of Nyquil, miscellaneous small first-aid items (gauze and bandages), a hammer, a child's blanket, and a small photo album at the bottom.
  
  A small tourist shop backpack with Santa Monica in bright orange letters containing: sunscreen, a nail file, pepper spray, a box of handgun ammo, a sewing kit, two kitchen knives of different sizes, and a fireaxe hanging off the side.
  
  Kept in a holster strapped to the left of her hip is a standard issue .40 S&W glock.
  

  
  
  
  
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  Where must we go, we who wander this wasteland, in search of our better selves?

  
  

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  * history

  The story of Eve's birth was one told to her many times; over family dinners, any time they rode the bus, to any stranger who would find it amusing. Her mother Dayana, a native Peruvian, got pregnant quite young and out of wedlock with a handsome tourist who left not even a week later, and she had little prospects or future ahead of her in Cusco. Her parents were disappointed, and instead of offering help for the new addition to the family, she was shunned and shamed. With whatever money she had left, Eve's mother and her closest friend bought a ticket to the United States in hopes of finding work and eventually settling down comfortably in a land with so much prosperity and opportunity. The idea of the American dream filled their heads, but the reality of Los Angeles was harsher; to Hispanic immigrants with little English and no formal documentation, their options were limited, but nevertheless they persevered. Eve's mother worked and worked as her belly grew, and eventually one day while riding the morning bus, her water broke and a stranger (thankfully a nurse on her way to her shift) helped deliver Eve right then and there. When they rode the same bus line a few years later, Dayana would point to the seat and tell her, 'Mira, ahí es donde naciste.'
  
  Much of Eve's childhood was fairly normal. She learned to fend for herself at a young age, as her mother had to work long grueling hours to pay rent and keep a roof above their heads. But, with the help of her tia Yahaira, and her step-father Andres who came into her life by the time she turned ten, Eve was mature for her age and surprisingly smart for someone so young. Seeing her mother struggle kept her humble; the girl never asked for much, and was appreciative of whatever life gave them. She wanted to help people, especially her community, and so by the time she turned eighteen she decided to pursue a career in law enforcement. It wasn't a choice that came easy - she saw firsthand how law enforcement viewed her family, her community. It was an imperfect profession, but school had always taught her that they were there to help, and with the bright-eyed naivety that only a high school graduate would have, Eve truly thought she could make institutional change while working within it.
  
  Her hopeful dreams were stamped out after her first year working as a beat cop. In all honesty, it did not surprise Eve, but it still stung at the bottom of her heart. After six months of studying to pass her certification, and another six months in the Los Angeles police academy, she still had some naivety and felt much more confident after learning to handle a gun, how to defend herself. But the streets of Los Angeles were harsh. Donning the uniform felt like painting a target on her back, but for all the wrong reasons. Nobody would take a skinny Latina girl seriously, not her fellow officers, nor any criminals she came across. From day one, it was an upwards climb, a tooth and nail kind of fight to earn respect and to prove herself to everybody in her life. There was no worse feeling than letting other people's doubts kindle your own self doubt. Answering calls that spanned from domestic violence cases, unable to properly help children with reoccurring bruises and battered women, to drug addicts fighting any attempts at help, to murders - it was grueling, soul sucking work.
  
  It was as if her world stopped spinning when Eve found out she was pregnant. After a few months of on and off dating a local firefighter, a man named Joel with a charming southern twang who cooked Texmex like nobody's business, her life had gained some sense of stability amidst the chaos of her job. But one morning she found herself throwing up her breakfast right outside the yellow tape of an active crime scene, and dread settled into her gut. Maybe it was the hope in Joel's eyes when they went to buy a pregnancy test, or the immediate joy from her mother when after four positive tests Eve decided to break the news to her, that made her feel obligated to carry out her pregnancy. She didn't feel ready to become a mother, but it felt as if there were no other option.
  
  Carrying her daughter to term was rough, to put it mildly. Working such a high stress job put a lot of pressure on Eve, even when she was stuck on desk duty after her pregnancy was announced. But becoming a mother would not put her career on pause, there was no doubt about that. The woman knew what she wanted in life, and was determined to achieve her goals. How could she bring a child into the world if she was not actively working to make it a better place? As an average cop, that felt nearly impossible. She aimed to be a detective. She just had to accept that pregnancy would put that on pause for a bit.
  
  Her daughter Sonia was born a week before Eve's 22nd birthday. Eve looked at her daughter's face, her petit hands, her wisps of brown hair, and it felt as if she was looking at the rest of her life, holding it gently in her arms. But the thought was not dreadful, in fact, it was the opposite. The rest of the world could go to hell, because she had the most important person right there with her, and Eve would do whatever it took to protect her. Four months later, Joel and Eve got married, a quick small ceremony with more alcohol than god, but it felt good.
  
  Post partum depression was a quiet, ghostly thing that got under the skin of her nails. Even if she was elated at her new child and her new marriage, it haunted the corners of Eve's vision, pulled at the tender parts of her chest during her day to day life. It was as if she couldn't contain herself at home, as if their little apartment in Montebello would just swallow her whole. This was supposed to be her purpose in life now: being a mother. The guilt of not completely falling head over heels into motherhood made her head ache.
  
  Sonia's first birthday came and went. It was heavily celebrated, of course, but by the end of the night Eve winced at the idea that so much time had passed. It was time to get back into the field and get her hands dirty, get back to work. Joel agreed, knowing that Eve wouldn't be able to stand simply being a housewife, or even stuck solely on desk duty.
  
  Eve returned to work a few months later, properly out into the field again. Things hadn't changed much, truly. The streets of east LA weren't promising but she simply ducked her head and got to work. The woman was good at compartmentalizing. She wasn't the only working mother out in the world, she had no right to complain. There were goals to be achieved, and so the work had to be done.
  
  Three years of bodies. At least fourteen, if she grouped them together by the M.O., but eight if she considered the victimology. Eight children. The images filled her head. Every big city had a killer, and in her big city, there was a killer, and there were bodies slowly piling up, and her department chief refused to take her worries seriously, and a game of cat and mouse ensued. 'This is what detectives do. They solve the mysteries that regular people don't want to acknowledge.' She thought to herself.
  
  And then, Sonia was gone.
  
  Her daughter went missing at four years old, and Eve's life crumbled apart, piece by piece.
  
  Her body was never found, and so Eve could not rest. She worked tirelessly, fruitlessly. Her job gave her resources that the common parent would not have, but there was not much to be done. She had disappeared from the parent pick-up area of her elementary school. One minute, the girl had been waiting excitedly with her pre-k class, the next minute, Sonia was no where to be seen. At least four years have passed since she had last seen her daughter. Eve could count it down to the very day, the very hour. Two years after, Joel left. Eve didn't cope.
  
  Four years. Sonia is gone. Sonia is gone. Sonia is gone.
  
  And then, the end of the world.
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  Joel Hernández. 31 years old. Husband. | Once a tried and true Mexican farmhand from southern Texas, Joel decided to pursue a career in emergency medicine and moved to Los Angeles for work, where he met Eve. Now, they have been technically married for six years, but separated for at least two. At first they genuinely loved one another, but after their daughter went missing, he fully blamed Eve, and left. She hasn't seen him since.
  
  Sonia Mendoza Hernández. Four years old. Daughter. | The light and drive in Eve's life, Sonia went missing at four years old, and is presumed dead. Eve would do whatever it takes to find her daughter again, and truly believes she is still alive. She only hopes that somehow, amidst the chaos, Sonia is still alive.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

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[Maverick.]

BASICS

Name: Jack “Juliet” Mess

Nickname(s): Juliet ; After the death of his sister, Jack took on her name

D.O.B.: January 5, 2001

Age: 24

Gender: Cis-male (he/him)

Sexuality: Gay

Role: Newcomer

Jack "Juliet" Mess

APPEARANCE

Height: 5’11”

Weight: 150

Hair: Dark Brown, styled shorter on the sides and longer on the top.

Eyes: Hazel irises, with light green rings at the edges and amber coloring closer to the pupils.

Skin: Jack has a "farmer's tan"; his lower arms and legs as well as his face are moderately tanned due to his time spent running outside, but his upper legs, shoulders, and torso remain pale from constant coverage.

Race/ethnicity: Caucasian

Misc: Crooked nose from previous injury, and compass tattoo on the middle finger of his left hand (matching with his sister).

Wardrobe: Jack always dresses in layers, keeping himself covered with a hoodie or jacket. Currently, he wears blue jeans, black combat boots, and a white t-shirt layered under a grey hoodie and a dark olive green button-up jacket.

Face Claim: Joaquin Phoenix

"As long as I am acting out of love, I feel I am doing the best I know how."

— Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

PERSONA

Personality:
Due to his mistrustful nature, Jack is generally reserved and distant. He is calculating and cautious, always keeping his cards close to his chest. Although he remains quiet most of the time, Jack can sometimes be unpredictable, and his mood may swing if he feels threatened. Because of his sister’s influence, Jack has learned to be caring and protective, and he is willing to put himself in danger in order to keep those he loves safe. It takes a lot for Jack to open up, but when he does, he can be fun and humorous. Jack didn’t have an easy time growing up, and his hardships have pushed him to become strong and resilient. Despite this, Jack still struggles to cope with his trauma. He can become lost in his head, consumed by fear, depression, and his tendency for self-destruction.

Likes:
Reading
Writing
Music
Playing guitar/ singing
Animals
Kids
Pancakes

Dislikes:
Invasions of personal space
Social situations
People with controlling/ combative/ overpowering personalities
Being questioned
Being woken up

Fears:
Relapse
Vulnerability
Spiders

Ailments:
Recovering addict/alcoholic
Posttraumatic stress/Depression

Skills:
Talented musician
Speed/Stamina
Previous survival experience

Inventory:
As was his habit during his time on the street as a youth, Jack keeps his inventory light. He has a foldable pocket knife and a lighter, both of which he keeps in his pockets. He has a black canvas backpack where he stores a full plastic water bottle, a box of cereal, a black beanie, a pair of gym shorts, a pair of running shoes, and a book (currently, Dostoyevsky's Crime and Punishment).

HISTORY

** CW: Suicide, Sexual Abuse, Addiction **

Background:
The stories of Jack Mess and his fraternal twin sister, Juliet, began on January 5, 2001. While fate’s cosmic hand had first penned their names into two separate tales, Jack and Juliet would spend their lives fighting the cruel script of the universe that tried to tear them apart, rewriting their own stories in their shared blood.

Born with an absent father, Jack and Juliet were left with their mother who, while already battling a lifelong struggle with mental illness, took her own life due to a severe case of postpartum depression. The twins were left in the care of their grandmother, who raised them till her death when Jack and Juliet were five.

The twins were then sent to live with their uncle, their only surviving next of kin. Whereas their grandmother had done her best for Jack and Juliet, their uncle proved to be dangerous and predatory. Jack was sexually abused starting only a few years after his arrival to his uncle’s, and the cases grew in frequency and severity over the years. Jack kept this to himself, as his uncle promised the safety of his sister so long as he remained silent.

The twins struggled to take care of themselves, and their already inseparable bond stretched and grew steadfast with the need to protect and care for each other. To them, the word “family” could be completely encompassed in the other’s name. Jack and Juliet acted as both each other's parent, sibling, and bestfriend. Juliet taught Jack to cook while he taught her to ride a bike. When Juliet helped him with his math homework, he helped her with english. When one laughed, or cried, or spit, so would the other.

In desperate need of a way to cope with his deteriorating situation at home, Jack developed a love for running, and he participated in his high school’s cross country team. He would sprint through the streets at night, his body glowing and disappearing like a ghost as he flashed between street lights. The cool air would clean his lungs, and he’d run until his heavy breaths and beating heart would pull him back to the earth and into a solid body.

Jack also found an interest in music, and the young boy filled all the hollow, silent parts of himself with the loudest stereo he could find. Not only did he become a passionate listener, but Jack worked to become a talented guitarist and vocalist, as well. He had played guitar in multiple bands as a teenager and into adulthood. Jack always kept his voice to himself, though. He’d hum himself to sleep, singing all the things he could not say aloud to empty rooms behind closed doors.

At the age of sixteen, Jack was attacked again while left home alone with his uncle. This time, Jack had armed himself with a knife. When Juliet returned home, she first found the body of her uncle. She then saw Jack, pale and stained in blood, white and red like a playing card. Juliet ordered Jack to run, intending to take the blame herself. Shocked and frightened, Jack obeyed. And so he left home, giving up everything he had in a desperate move of survival. While his sister received a prison sentence, Jack was left on the streets, struggling to survive and falling into the grips of alcohol and drug abuse. He would spend his time climbing as high as he could in an attempt to find somewhere kinder than the earth below. Jack and Juliet lost contact— Jack had needed to disappear, and Juliet was trapped behind bars.

After serving her three year sentence, Juliet’s first move was to find her brother. After months of searching, Juliet found him, and she rescued Jack from his own cage, helping him break free from the giant weight of his addiction. She kicked Jack’s ass back into shape, holding his hand through rehab while rebuilding her own life. Once reunited, the twins regained their resilience. Now sober, Jack rediscovered his love for running and music, as well as holding down a steady job, volunteering at an animal shelter, and making plans to continue his education. Juliet became a nurse and began building her own family, marrying her Romeo and becoming pregnant with her first child.

Once the virus began, Jack and Juliet’s worlds came tumbling down once again. Upon hearing the news about the virus, Jack raced to his sister’s house. When the traffic became too thick, Jack ran, and this time he didn’t didn’t feel his heart, nor did he hear his breaths.

When he arrived, Jack found Juliet in her kitchen, scrambling to reach for something to fend her husband off with. Jack didn’t know much about the virus yet, but he didn’t need to. Upon realizing his sister was in danger, Jack found himself once again with a knife in his hand, as though he’d been holding it all along. It had been much quicker eight years ago, but either way, both killings would last a lifetime.

Once it was over, Jack saw that he was too late. His sister had already been bitten. The virus would soon take hold of her body. Her love had been poisoned, and now she knew that her fate had been sealed as well. Juliet decided that she would protect her brother one last time, and after taking the knife from Jack, she turned it on herself. Just like when they were sixteen, Juliet fixed Jack with a reassuring smile, told him to run, and then took the fall.

Now at the age of twenty-four, Jack has found himself alone again, running through the streets with blood on his hands and nowhere to go.

coded by incandescent

 

[Wren93]

Spoiler

- BASICS -
Name: Jordan Knight
Nickname(s): none
D.O.B.: March 3rd 1994
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Role: Medic

- APPEARANCE -
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 195
Hair: sandy, a bit longer on top, somewhat coarse
Eyes: green
Skin: tan
Race/ethnicity: white
Misc: (defining features, piercings, tattoos, etc. This is optional.) always clean shaven. Has tattoos inside of his forearms.
Wardrobe: usually a button up over a t shirt with some jeans and boots
Face Claim: (This is also optional, but realistic face claims only if you choose to use one.)


- PERSONA -
Personality: (Please write a minimum of a couple sentences. I've noticed a lot of people find this easier that vices/virtues, but if you'd prefer to do something like that or do that in addition, then go right ahead!) a bit quiet, he prefers to listen before speaking, but he isn’t shy. He is usually calm and level headed but gets heated when he needs to. A tad bit cynical, and is very confident in what he knows but knows how to admit he’s wrong. In his heart he likes helping people but he knows the darker side of humanity exists. He’s the kind of guy to punch someone if they’re being an asshole and then help them up out of the dirt.

Likes: Chinese food, good humor, anime, trucks, nature, and good booze.
Dislikes: liars. Cocky know it all’s. The heat. Stupid people.
Fears: heights. Being completely alone.
Ailments: a bad shoulder. Migraines.
Skills: carpentry. Cooking.
Inventory: miscellaneous cookware. Medical supplies. A ww2 trench gun. A pocketknife from his grandpa. A copy of catcher in the rye.


- HISTORY -
Background: was a med student finishing his residency. Had a somewhat stable childhood with his single mom and two younger siblings. Grandpa was a Korean War vet.

Relationships: very few serious ones.

 

[Kovacs]

nathaniel luther

THE LEADER

× REQUISITE ×
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Name |
< nathaniel james luther >

Nickname(s) |
< nathaniel, nate >

D.O.B. |
< january 21st, 1996 >

Age |
< twenty-nine >

Gender |
< male >

Sexuality |
< hetero >

× APPEARANCE ×​

Height |
6'0

Weight |
158lbs

Hair |
dark blonde, brown at the roots

Eyes |
slate-grey

Skin |
warm ivory with cool undertones. well-worn with distinctive, world-weary grooves and marks

Race/Ethnicity |
British/Pole

Wardrobe |
Always one to dress for the occasion, the end of the world did not spell the end of Nathan's dark, elegant sense of style. No matter what is underneath, his signature dark, fustian overcoat and sturdy black riding boots stay constant companions, aiding to maintain whatever semblance of civility and normalcy is left in an increasingly violent and chaotic world.

Face Claim |
freddy carter

× PERSONALITY ×​

Some are born to carry the world on their shoulders, and Nathaniel is no exception to this rule.
Possessing a sharp mind for strategy, a strong sense of justice and an equally empathetic heart, Nathan's nature revolves around being an agent of change. Dedicating the mind, body and soul to the improvement of others and of life, taking the steps few have and paving a new path, doing right by his peers and his loved ones, it all means the world to him. Moreover, it is all part of a grander scheme, a deep-seated sense of mission that yearns for fulfillment, even at the cost of oneself.

And yet, though this sense of purpose provides Nathan with a visionary's alluring yet eccentric magnetism, an admirable dose of ambition and a bleeding heart to wear on the sleeve, it also serves to fuel a darker side. A darker side full of festering self-doubt, a strong desire for control, a harsh inner critic and workaholic tendencies, where the simple desire to help others is choked and warped into a bitter, resentful and painful obligation. This is accompanied by an all-consuming concept that his sense of worth is entirely based on his ability to "help" others, churning an addiction to the feeling of being useful and needed.

Yes, there is no mistaking the depth and breadth of Nathan's emotions. Despite his well-practiced self-control mechansm, Nate can get somewhat quick-tempered, ramping his already straightforward, brisk manner up to eleven. He tries his best to stay consistent with his convictions, which often places him in conflicting positions that leave him frustrated, hopelessly preoccupied, indecisive and even negligent at the worst of times.
At the best of times, however, Nathan reveals himself to be surprisingly thoughtful, benevolent and boyishly inquisitive in his expression, with a delightful taste for words and an odd British charm to smooth out the rougher edges.

All in all, Nathan is far from the perfect leader. But one can always count on him to stay true to his word and his commitments, prioritizing the needs of others over his own, and most importantly, to believe that it is not the end, as long as there are those still willing to fight.


IN SUMMARY

Virtues | straightforward, ambitious, visionary, magnetic, purposeful, intuitive, instinctive, profound, quick-witted, intelligent, judicious,
strategic, altruistic, humanitarian, conscientious, philosophical, encouraging, sophisticated, thoughtful, empathetic, eloquent

Vices | martyr/rescuer/codependency syndrome, workaholic, neurotic, brisk, burdened, self-critical, on edge, conflicted, ambivalent, tense, apprehensive, preoccupied, negligent, disorganized, prideful


Likes |
TBA.

Dislikes |
TBA.

Fears |
TBA.

Ailments |
TBA.

Skills |
TBA.

Inventory |
TBA.

× BIOGRAPHY ×​

leviathan:

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[lisbeth]

virgil maschera

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• FULL NAME: Virgil Jerome Maschera (His surname is pronounced mass-kee-ra.)
  
  NICKNAMES: ‘Gil’, 'Big V', ‘Mr. Maschera’ (Virgil prefers to maintain a professional approach with how he interacts with those whom he does not know well, and only allows them to reference him by his first name once they are acquainted).
  
  DATE OF BIRTH: 3rd of March.
  
  AGE: Sixty-two.
  
  GENDER: Cisgender male; he, him.
  
  SEXUALITY: Heteroromantic asexual.
  
  ETHNICITY: Filipino-Italian.
  
  ROLE: The Brawn (He fits any role relatively well though, if i'm honest.)
  
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  HAIR: Until three years ago, Virgil’s hair was a natural dark brown, albeit greying, cut into a classic crew cut; long hair merely built up body heat further, which was not optimal for carrying out long hours of manual labour as he did. However, in recent years, the thinning of hair became prevalent all over his scalp, and rather than prolong the inevitable, he shaved it. Currently it has grown at the sides with a small patch on top: now a charcoal grey littered with white wisps of hair. Additionally, he has a moustache and thick stubble the same colour.
  
  EYES: Essentially a chronicle of his life, they are an abyss of murky brown sobered by regret and lacking the hope he had as an inexperienced, young man. But there’s nevertheless a real familiarity in his gaze which can reassure someone and says: I understand, and I’m listening.
  
  SKIN: Virgil’s complexion signifies a life without rest: he has olive skin with a warm undertone which is now sun damaged and aged because of decades of exposure. Alongside a couple of blemishes on his forehead, there is a mole above his right eyebrow. Surprisingly, there are few wrinkles on his skin, but he is plagued by eye bags and deep creases underneath his eyes. Multiple calluses run from his palm up to the end of his fingers.
  
  BUILD: A physique only attainted through years of labour and discipline; Virgil stands at a herculean 6’4” (193cm) with a weight of 285lbs (129kg). Even beneath the overalls, the straining fabric makes his toned muscles obvious—keeping a remarkable body fat percentage of around fifteen.
  
  MISCELLANEOUS: His left leg is prosthetic from the knee down (at the age of forty-nine a blood clot lead to a subsequent amputation, and in the long run, this has assisted in his work and preserving his shape; but it is now losing mobility); a tattoo of an eagle's wing up his left arm and across his shoulder (he nicknamed his daughter Aquila—meaning eagle in Italian—because of how loud her cries were as an infant); a scar above the right side of his lip.
  
  FACE CLAIM: Dave Bautista.
  

  
  

  
  
  

  WARDROBE: No longer does Virgil see the importance in clothes aside from them covering his naked body; he lived in solitude and is never in a situation where anything more than a clean t-shirt and pair of trousers is required. Keeping a minimal and strict set of every clothing item: he usually wears any stained t-shirt he can find, under lightweight overalls with military boots. Casual trousers are part of his wardrobe too but used for when his overalls need a wash, and he uses shorts for when the heat is too much. On the odd occasion he feels the chill of night, he has a looted overcoat with a faux fur collar. Everything is earthy or cool tones and there’s always a pair of gloves seen on him as well to cover the painful callouses. Around his neck, Virgil keeps a locket containing a picture of his daughter from when she was two years old.
  
  INVENTORY: Rucksack; insulated flask and water bottle (Virgil doesn’t allow anyone else to serve him food or drink); water filtration system; rationed snack bags; his wedding ring; his locket necklace; a photograph of him, his wife, and his daughter (which is the sole picture he has of them all together); rechargeable LED handheld torch; basic first aid kit (plasters in a couple of different sizes and shapes, small, medium and large sterile gauze dressing, one sterile eye dressing, triangular bandages, crêpe rolled bandages, safety pins, disposable sterile gloves, tweezers, scissors, alcohol-free cleansing wipes, and sticky tape); portable audio recorder; small pack of Cuban cigars; inhaler; a sledgehammer; an old Beretta M9, and holster, with limited ammo (admittedly, he has little firearm training).
  

  
  
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  PERSONALTY: Procured through centuries of evolution and reformation, there is an abundance of power embedded within every word: designed to not just communicate, but to produce a specific emotional response.
  
  Yet sometimes, the loudest thing someone can ever do is remain silent. The conscious decision to include delayed pauses in between what we say, or to not speak at all, is an act of insight. It is powerful. And individuals such as Virgil are so self-assured in their general being and capabilities that they seldom raise their voice, they choose each word with care, and never succumb to the temptation to argue. Of course, Virgil’s size alone is causation enough for others to not pick fights with him (both verbal and physical). But Virgil carries himself with an aura of shrewdness which warns people that he is not a brute; he is wise and an independent thinker whose physique is merely an extra asset. Confrontation is not a part of his nature—it never has been. Humans are under the deception that a voice is a weapon. It isn’t. A voice is a tool we should use for the good of humanity. It is to support, inspire, and uplift those without a voice.
  
  Regardless of the professional approach Virgil maintains with his interactions, he is far from condescending. Never is there a hint of a preconceived in his addressment of others. He views people as the same and worthy of civility and respect. Ensuring he is courteous to everybody he talks to; Virgil comes across as an amiable and welcoming, albeit stoic, man. People usually find it natural to turn to him regarding important matters. He was, in fact, a psychologist in his earlier years but that’s assuming every psychologist is kind-hearted with good intentions—which simply isn’t the case. However, Virgil has a perpetual readiness to help others even if it is outside of his realm of expertise.
  
  As stated, Virgil knows his capabilities and their limits. He has a confidence about him that makes those he comes across go ‘wow’. Unbeknownst though, is he also has a degree of conceit buried within. A sense that his intelligence and understanding of life is beyond those around him, and they’re too slow to comprehend what he can. But whenever these arrogant thoughts creep in, he has learnt to recognise them, and reminds himself that yes he is smart, and there are those who are not, but that doesn’t define them. They too have a share of skills which he doesn’t and likewise, he isn’t inferior because of it.
  
  He had always considered himself a realist. Neither expecting the best nor the worst, not trusting too much nor too little, and dealing with life day by day. That was a long time ago, and a series of unfortunate events quelled his beliefs about life. Nowadays, Virgil doesn’t have a way of life; he exists and nothing more. Living without meaning or purpose, aiming for nothing.
  

  
  
  
  

  POSITIVE TRAITS: Courteous; intelligent; altruistic; vigilant; prudent; perceptive; empathetic; resilient.
  
  NEGATIVE TRAITS: Obstinate; reticent; conceited; close-minded; purposeless; envious; hypocritical; resentful.
  
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  Muscle – Virgil’s body isn’t all show. It consists primarily of muscle—having engaged in manual labour his entire life—and can throw around the average man like a rag doll; when he was younger, he could bench press over four hundred pounds. There’s no stopping this freight train. Despite all of this, he isn’t a martial arts expert, so his fighting style constitutes as a windmill of bones. With enough combat experience and agility, one could have an advantage over him. However, he isn’t generally a fighter either, choosing diplomacy above all else.
  
  Analytical – In every sense of the word. Capable of examining the finer details but can also take a step back to understand the bigger picture, Virgil is a problem solver. He doesn’t hold people nor things at surface-level, constantly inquiring to find out more, and discovering every nuance about a situation so he has absolute control.
  
  Acuity – Although he may falter in the vision department, he still has a keen sense of hearing. So, one should take precaution if they attempt to sneak up on him. Alongside this, he is mentally sharp. Virgil can process information with efficiency, accompanied by an excellent memory, and form a judgement even in the direst of situations.
  
  Survivalist – Developed over the course of his life, Virgil has a compounded set of survival skills to ensure his and others’ survival: he can cook, purify water, dress basic wounds, create weapons, and etcetera.
  

  
  
  

  LIKES: Taking the time to listen to someone’s story, no matter their character; reading, especially nineteenth and early twentieth century literature; gardening and topiary; consistent routine; individuals with a friendly, loquacious demeanour; physical connection such as hugging, shaking or holding hands, leaning against someone, and etcetera; simply sitting down with someone, smoking a Cuban cigar and drinking from a hot mug of coffee.
  
  DISLIKES: Discussion about his personal life; unwavering arrogance; a sedentary lifestyle, public transport; the smell of spirits; walking around barefoot; any forcing of ideals or beliefs onto others.
  
  FEARS: The same as any other man, Virgil has dreaded things and felt anxious, but fear is a vehement term. After almost a lifetime, there is one sole thing with such potency: the possibility he shan’t see his family again.
  
  AILMENTS: Amputated leg from the knee down (replaced by a prosthetic); undiagnosed depression (if he does in fact suffer from it, it is high functioning as he can generally make it through each day without complications); night terrors (triggered by stress); mild asthma (only in the last decade has this appeared); myopia (ever since his childhood, Virgil has struggled with viewing far distance objects—always wearing a pair of small, round framed glasses).

  
  
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  There are many debts humans must pay throughout their lifetime. However, there is a tacit debt we constantly see and feel; an entity that is so invaluable most will never repay it—the progress of existence humanity knows as ‘time’. As it is with everything, exceptions occur. Possibly, a select few individuals who are at their demise or passed have taken Death’s hand, shook it and declared: I am content with the mark I have left behind in this world, and indeed if I have not achieved all I wanted, I have forgiven myself for my misdeeds, and am ready to proceed onto the next. And Death has welcomed them. Then there are those who run and hide to avoid fate, but everybody is going to face what they owe. Either people can accept it or reject it.
  
  It’s complicated to gauge which type of person Virgil is. On a superficial level, one may presume he is the former. A man who has accepted his dues and is currently paying it with humanity. By choosing compassion and aiding others, he can pay back time; by being the best person he can be. However, to explain who Virgil Maschera is, one should understand that he himself is superficial. Not necessarily in a negative sense. It is simply a matter of Virgil being reticent. There are a handful of people such as his wife and brother who have unravelled Virgil’s layers—but his wife is someone he has minimal connection with now. He never speaks about himself. He doesn’t like to. Perhaps in an almost conceited fashion, he feels he doesn’t need the service of others. Or it is because he deems himself unworthy of the help.
  
  So, Virgil is the man who forgets.
  
  Memories about his life are negligible. It’s the feeling, he remembers. Delivered six years after his brother Samuel, his mother, Estela Maschera, passed away during childbirth. That’s all Virgil can say of her. He had no pictures, or any other remnant of who she was. From his perspective, she never existed to him. And in a peculiar way, he favoured it. Nothing to look back on and linger on what could have been.
  
  Afterwards his father, Silvan Maschera, moved with him and Sam to a modest farmhouse in Tuscany, just bordering the capital. He knows his name wasn’t a produce of his parents’ decision. Sam had told Virgil, for the initial years after his birth, that his father called him ‘the baby’. It sounds almost endearing, but he had no actual name. Sam selected ‘Virgil', a throwaway name he saw in a book their father read.
  
  The abrupt death of his wife seemed to sully the character of Silvan, and the warmth he had for life; but as Virgil would learn, there was more to it. Virgil was under Silvan’s roof and therefore Silvan at least sheltered and provided the bare minimum for the boy–but it was barely a home, nor was Virgil treated as a son. The rest was up to his brother to take of him. Virgil experienced the harshness of slogging away on the farm at 7am before he felt the embrace of affection.
  
  Working paid jobs as soon as he could, Virgil scrounged for payment from anywhere. Having previously devoted his life to working at home, and being of a robust build, he found no trouble in earning money from light, manual labour work. In his later teenage years, on top of his education, he picked up an apprenticeship in construction for several years.
  
  As he entered adulthood, Silvan’s health became worse owing to a neurodegenerative disease, and Virgil tended to him. For no other reason other than it was kind. Notwithstanding his decision to treat the man who spurned him as a child, it was just a care worker and patient exchange. He provided Silvan with the essentials and that was mostly it.
  
  Perhaps it was out of sincere, long-standing guilt, or a last-ditch attempt at forgiveness from a higher power, but there was a momentary resolution of connection between the two. Silvan offered the revelation that Virgil was literally never his child. Estela had an affair, of which culminated with Virgil’s biological father leaving before his birth. Whilst Silvan indeed felt an obligation to take in Virgil, the resentment for his wife’s betrayal carried onto him. For once, Virgil heard Silvan apologise to him for his neglect, and that he was in fact incredibly proud of what he had accomplished. Unfortunately, however, it was too little too late. Virgil granted Silvan the peace he desperately sought but had little forgiveness for his actions.
  
  It wasn’t until his early twenties that Virgil had found a direction in life and left for university. He was never first in his class during school, but he was inquisitive and could think for himself - which was a lot better than most could claim. Unsupported and unheard as a child and adolescent, there was an immediate appeal to psychology; the chance to find the voice he never had and grant other people one. After buckling down for a few years, he graduated with a doctorate and soon accompanied Sam to the United States.
  
  It’s been twenty years since he met his wife, Anthea, fifteen since they married, thirteen since Maeve was born, nine since he retired, one and a half spent in solitude, and the past few months surviving, aiding anyone along the way. Time in between each stage is unheard of, a grey area left up for debate for those who encounter him. He’s a retired psychologist, prepared to help those in need, and in search of his family.
  
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  Anthea Maschera (wife, fifty-two years old) - There is nothing straightforward about their relationship. However, the adoration these two had for years is a one in a lifetime event. A good-natured and captivating woman, she has been one of the most influential figures in Virgil’s life. Nothing she could do would provoke any animosity within him.
  
  Maeve Maschera (daughter, thirteen years old) - Virgil’s work has defined his life, but he still considers Maeve his greatest creation. His Aquila. Maeve’s birth and early childhood was not just one of the finest times in Virgil’s life, but one of the only points where he genuinely felt at ease and had a sense of purpose.
  
  Samuel Liszt (brother, sixty-seven years old) - No matter Virgil’s stature, strength, or achievements, Sam is always going to be the ‘big brother’. These two had scant connection until Sam was a teenager. Ever since, he was the mentor and partisan that Virgil owes a lot of credit to. He is currently married to American millionaire Niles Liszt.
  
  Niles Liszt and Dominic Liszt (brother in law, sixty-seven years old; nephew, eighteen years old) - Sam’s husband and foster son, they hold a special place in Virgil’s heart; the two families have always had a cordial relationship. Niles was a college professor turned musician (after he met Sam), and they adopted Dominic when Dominic he was four—he acts as an older brother to Maeve.
  
  

  
  

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JAMILA GREEN

Jamila "Mila" Green

May 13th, 1994 (27)

Female

Heterosexual

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Jamila is a very calculated individual - quick to analyze situations and identify what she needs to do to "save her own ass" even under pressure and excellent at keeping her cool in dire circumstances, she's used her wits to survive the end of the world. Although she'd do anything to survive, Jamila prefers to avoid bloodshed if possible and much rather prefers to talk her way out of tricky situations - having had to charm and lie to other people her entire life, she's just about mastered the arts of persuasion and deceit. Despite this, she isn't prone to use her abilities on a day-to-day basis and is overall a friendly and accessible person. When it comes to friendships and relationships, Jamila is drawn to level-headed and rational people, although she isn't one to actively go out of her way to forge new friendships or find romantic partners... unless it's somehow beneficial to her, of course. You could say Jamila's biggest flaw is her sense of self-preservation - in the end, if faced with the decision of leaving someone behind and saving herself or risking herself to save someone she'd most likely choose to save herself, although this attitude has brought her sorrow and regret on many occasions. After all, despite ruling with her head and not her heart, she's still a human being.

Likes: Fruit, wine, reading, singing. | Dislikes: Seafood, beer, dull people, explosive people. | Fears: Becoming too attached to someone, death. | Ailments: None. | Skills: Quick thinking, analytical thinking, persuasion, deceit. | Inventory: A backpack with essencial items like water bottles, canned foods, medical supplies and light sources like a flashlight and a lighter; a small drawstring sports bag with warmer clothing: a sweatshirt, sweatpants, wool gloves and a scarf; a combat knife.

BACKGROUND

Jamila lost her parents to a car accident at a very young age and lived in foster care for most of her youth. Unfortunately, her childhood was far from easy - her foster parents were very distant and had little care for her, so for the most part Jamila had to grow up on her own. This, of course, took a huge toll on her mental health and academic life. As a young adult she struggled to mantain a solid job, often delaying the payment of rent for her apartment for as long as possible. One time though, she stretched the rubber band too far and her landlord came knocking at her door with an eviction notice in hand. Unable to pay, she became homeless.

The first few days without a home were especially rough - cold, hungry and desperate, Jamila felt completely lost. That is, until an older homeless woman called Diamond Davis found her and took her under her wing. Diamond had been homeless for more than ten years and definitely knew how to survive, she taught Jamila the "way of the streets" - how to use her wiles to persuade people, how to flawlessly tell a lie, how to analyze her surroundings and how to get out of dangerous situations. Together they tricked many people into giving them food, water and money, although Jamila's favorite offering was wine. She loved watching the sunset while sipping wine and conversing with Diamond, who would give her life advice and incentivize her to fight for her future while she still could. In a way, she acted as the motherly figure Jamila never had.

All good things must come to an end, however, and eventually the day where the two women had to separate finally came. Taking Diamond's advice, a determined Jamila re-enrolled into college and found a small job to sustain herself. Slowly but steadily she gathered enough money to rent a cheap apartment for herself, where she's lived in up until the start of the apocalypse. In a sense she felt prepared for it - she knew how to survive out there... only this time there were a lot more zombies involved.

APPEARANCE

Height: 5'7".
Weight: 126 lbs.
Hair: Black hair with some brownish spots, usually braided.
Eyes: Dark brown.
Skin: Dark-skinned.
Race/ethnicity: Black.
Wardrobe: A grey t-shirt, brown leather open-finger gloves, loose green cargo pants, a leather belt and black combat boots.
Face claim: Naomi Ackie.

RELATIONSHIPS

Diamond Davis - Unknown - The only person Jamila would without a doubt risk her own life to save, which also scares her. Considers her her mother and wishes to reunite with her one day.
TBA!

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HATTIE GREENE

「farmers daughter」

not afraid to get dirty.​

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  name | henrietta beth greene
  
  nickname(s) | hattie, henry, ettie, etta. mostly hattie.
  
  role | the scout and/or scavenger
  
  gender | female [she/her].
  
  age | 23
  
  birthday | august 14th
  
  sexuality | heterosexual
  
  
  
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  height | 5'8"
  
  weight | 140lbs
  
  hair | hattie's natural hair is a wild mane of black curls that drapes past her shoulders.
  
  eyes | hattie has very brilliant blue-green eyes, comparable to sea colors.
  
  skin | porcelain, lightly covered in freckles
  
  race/ethnicity | caucasian, american
  
  misc | her body holds a good amount of scars, from both life before and after the apocalypse. the ones prior are a testament to her free range upbringing, but to some, it may be surprising how many she's got considered how much of a doll face she seems to have. she also has a slight southern drawl.
  
  wardrobe | comfort and durability have always been hattie's motto, and it hasn't changed much since the apocalypse. if given the option, she finds herself most comfortable in farm workwear - thick jeans, overalls, flannels and baseball caps. her hair is usually pulled into a bun or ponytail, otherwise it'd get in the way. she's not picky, though, and will wear whatever doesn't inhibit her and keeps her skin covered. it's safer that way. she's still wearing her leather boots which have served her all through the apocalypse.
  
  face claim | couldn't find her full name, but (Nikola – MILK – Ewa Michalik)
  
  
  
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  personality | hattie's main mentality seems to be very take no shit. she's blunt, fiery, and self assured, but certainly not for a lack of skill. hattie is good at what she does, and knows it. coming from a big family where she was often overlooked, it has become a core part of her personality to assert herself in most situations, because she wants to be helpful, and almost refuses not to be. even before the apocalypse, hattie was known for her impressive work ethic. if something needs to get done, she will get it done, to the best of her ability. she has a keen eye and a near unwavering demeanor; it'll be a cold day in hell before hattie backs down on something she's already decided on. this has served her well in life, and though some can find it a bit of a turn off, hattie is hard to rattle.
  
  sometimes, though, her stubbornness and feistiness can hold her from being empathetic. she's no loose cannon, and no idiot either, but hattie can be hard to reason with if she's put her foot down. still, she has a respect for authority that can be a little surprising, but is mostly due to her southern upbringing. she definitely will call people sir or ma'am. she can still be a bit of a smartass, though, and hates to be overlooked. if there's something that needs to be said that could possibly paint her in a bad light, hattie would much rather keep it to herself. it's not for selfishness; hattie isn't a cruel soul, but she will definitely struggle with a choice that costs her some personal dignity. to this group, she's become loyal, and will not flinch away from any task given to her. the newcomers, however, have probably yet to see her tender side.
  
  likes | nature, animals, baking/sweet stuff, dandelions, stuffed animals (guilty pleasure), sports
  
  dislikes | being discounted, hot weather, wussies, looking stupid, being proven wrong
  
  fears | being useless, dying stupidly, heights, being the last of her family
  
  ailments | fit as a fiddle!
  
  skills | farmwork. growing plants, handling animals, and heavy labor are nothing new to hattie. she's surprisingly strong for her looks. knows how to handle firearms, skilled in basic survival tactics and self defense. she's young, fit, and keen-eyed, has the skills necessary to survive, and more. should the group ever want to settle down, hattie would be a tremendous help in growing a food supply rather than scavenging. and if there were ever an option to do so, she's a pretty good cook.
  
  inventory | for weaponry, she has a shotgun and a few rounds left, as well as a hunting knife. a rucksack with a water bottle (+ filter), lighter, some rope, a few rations, gauze, a flashlight, a change of clothes, a worn baseball mitt, and a very beloved, small bunny rabbit stuffed animal that seems as old as hattie. she still has the keys to her pickup (and has its location marked, hoping to go back to it sometime if the area ever clears up.) in the small flap is the last remaining family photo she has.
  
  
  
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  background | henrietta beth green was born sixth youngest in a family of seven boys on a farm in west virginia. her parents together raised crops and animals and sold to local groceries and farmers markets. they lived in a tiny town where everyone knew everyone, but their family owned many acres, leaving hattie and her siblings to their own devices.
  
  being the only daughter certainly had its pros and cons. she was doted on heavily by her parents, always something of a daddy’s girl, and her loud personality showed through rather early on in age, making her the commander of most playground affairs. her siblings either hated or loved her in the moment, depending on whether or not she would pitch a fit to get something she wanted out of them, but it was with her gaggle of brothers that her resolve grew, and with them she played all manners of sports, wrestled n’ roughhoused, until they could barely glare her way if they wanted to tell her she threw like a girl. she threw like a damn good one.
  
  from her mother, she learned a love of being in the kitchen. cooking for a family of ten was no simple feat, and hattie was often tasked to help. in fact, she loved to brag she did more than all her brothers combined, with both her prowess for farm work and her skill inside the house, too. her father, of course, wouldn’t let her hide in the kitchen, and hattie wouldn’t have had it any other way. he taught hattie how to shoot, hunt, as well as some basic house and automotive repair. basically, anything her brothers could do, hattie could too.
  
  most people at school found her abrasive, so her circle of friends was small, but it never bothered her much. she preferred to be home anyway, working the farm, playing with her brothers, or entertaining herself exploring the acres. hattie was always self sufficient - if she weren’t busy bossing people around, she’d leave the house at dawn and come back at dusk with some sort of animal friend from the creek, an amazingly large tree branch for her size, or some cool rock. in the event that her younger brother pissed off a snake or something of the sort, hattie would always be the one to kick it back to where it came from without a crumb of fear.
  
  and that was life. while not many of her brothers wanted to stay on the farm and carry out the family business, hattie never had any other plans. one by one she watched her older brothers grow and leave, and suddenly the big house that was never quiet became quieter and quieter. of course, she had her youngest brothers, ashton and pj, to always keep her company, but she looked up to her older brothers dreadfully, and was sad to see them go. in a childish way, she was angry at them. it didn’t make sense to her, why they’d want to leave. maybe she was scared of the things past the farm, a world that wouldn’t bend to her will. maybe she was afraid to be in unknown territory, away from everything she’d ever known, out of her element, away from her family.
  
  she didn’t know that the ones who had left were the lucky ones.
  
  the apocalypse fell upon them swiftly and surely, just as it did every family across america. now, a far remote farm with enough livestock and crops, with a family full of people skilled to keep it up even in a blackout, that should have been safe, right? the greene family thought so. so they stayed put, and for a little while, the world was quiet. hattie almost could have pretended it was normal. she tried, at least. but it didn’t matter how much she tried, how quiet they kept, how well stocked they were. the apocalypse came to their little home on the prairie anyway.
  hattie made it out. her family didn’t.
  
  speeding away in their family pickup with all she could muster as her family were dragged back to the dirt, hattie decided her next best shot was to find her two brothers in dc. she managed alone for a while, impressive all the same, but coming upon the dc quarantine zones was just another mess she should’ve known to avoid. she had to abandon her pickup, but luckily, stumbled upon the group. for now, she’s shelved her hopes of finding her remaining brothers, but still keeps an eye out for any clue of them and the slim chance they could be alive.
  
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  henry greene - deceased - father and owner of greene farms, taught hattie all the things that’s kept her alive this long.
  claudia greene - deceased - an excellent mother to her ten children, loved all them fiercely and died swinging to protect them.
  robbie greene - ?? - eldest greene brother, last hattie heard he was alive and working in dc. left at the age of 18 to become an emt.
  carter greene - deceased - second eldest brother, remained on the farm until his death and helped handle the business side of things along his father.
  daxton greene - ?? - followed his elder’s footsteps out to dc and also became an emt.
  reggie greene - ?? - the black sheep of the family, reggie went to “make it big” in la. whatever the hell that means, according to hattie. he didn’t keep much in touch except coming home for holidays with way too much swagger for a guy who’d got a part in a shitty commercial. they still loved him, though. (promise.)
  bill greene - deceased - born a year before hattie and arguably the brother that hattie was closest with due to their little age difference. he never left the farm and died where it stood.
  jeremy & tommy greene - deceased - twin brothers, the youngest of the family, both surprises, both hooligans. they were freshman in highschool.
  
  
  

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    The one defining thing about Adam, what you’ll soon come to learn from experience, is that he always—and that’s a rule without exceptions—always, puts other people before himself. This, of course, doesn’t go to the point where he puts himself at such a disadvantage it becomes dangerous, but kindness and integrity are what matters the most to the young man, especially in such a broken world. There isn’t a time where he won’t do anything in his power to do another person justice, and that comes with a level of gullibility that is one of the most detrimental faults of his. All it takes is an amateur manipulator to screw Adam over, but having been exploited and used one time after another, he’s slowly learning not to trust people as easily, cautiousness gradually an asset, rather than lack of it a flaw.
    
    Resourceful and smart, the young man doesn’t often find himself in tough and dangerous situations, but when he eventually does end up in such a circumstance, an amount of calm surrounds him as he tries to work out the best way to get himself and his allies to safety. Situations which don’t rely on a sense of intelligence, but purely on physical strength and stamina of one are those he hadn’t found himself in yet, thankfully so—by the looks of him, he might not survive when such a day comes.
    
    On another note, Adam possesses certain charm and smart humor which aids him in making friends and gaining trust of new people, but he’s not at all cunning about it; he cannot, for the life of him, deceive or lie believably enough. Though that may sound like a very charitable quality, all can see how it might not be quite so charitable in the actual apocalypse, or more so, in the dangerous social aspect of it.
    
    A firm believer that maintaining humanity isn’t only about the survival, but about mental health as well, Adam still hangs onto morals of a world forgotten, but that’s a choice he actively makes and reminds himself of making every day. One day at a time is a mentality he doesn’t have, and never wants to adjust to because, to him, that’s not living. Even after 6 months, he’s still here, alive, following his own mindset and goals, so, something must be working in the way he goes about things, right?
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
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    The father had become convinced an actual apocalypse was going to happen; he claimed he could hear the aliens whispering, and it was what slowly pushed his wife away from him. Before she took their sons with her, the father realized he needed to save them from the impending apocalypse, even if the love of his life couldn’t be saved, and together, the three of them went into his secret bunker where they spent some time before the two boys were saved and returned to their mother, never having heard from their father again. The younger son remembered the time in the bunker faintly, parts of his father residing in the skills he would continue to hone throughout his life.
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

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    Years passed, and the younger son was now a young man, almost. His brother had already moved away, and while they didn’t lose contact, it hadn’t been the same with just the two of them in the house now. Time had also taken a toll on the mother, and with each passing day, she looked weaker and weaker. By the time she decided to go and check herself for a tumor, it was already too late—stage IV breast cancer, uncurable disease, a horrible one-way ticket. Only a month went by between the older brother moving back to the family home and the passing of the mother.
    
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    His thoughts often travelled to all of the possibilities of where his older brother could have been, or if he had still been, but the younger brother knew in the back of his mind it was futile to think about such things.
    
    After five months of collecting materials and resources, making useful tools and weapons, training Jack, reading books, and listening to the radio for any new information—basically adapting to the new normal—from the city came many monsters, some dead some alive, and unexpected sightings of such was what made the younger brother aware that it had been time to go; safety was no more at the family home.
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

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    Jack had been just a young homeless dog living on the streets on the outskirts of the city. Adam saw him struggle to get food, so he decided to put some out, and when he was almost attacked by an undead, he had to save him and provide him with shelter, which started their friendship. Since then the two grew a lot closer and have become best friends, mostly due to spending all their time together.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

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♡design by natasha., coded by uxie♡

Spoiler: transcript

BASICS
Name: Adam Moore
Nickname(s): Addy
D.O.B.: April 17th, 2002
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Role: The Scavenger/The Survivalist
Face Claim: Connor Jessup


APPEARANCE
Height: 5ft 9in
Weight: 138lbs
Hair: Dirty blonde, more blonde after he'd been in the sun for a longer period of time
Eyes: Greenish hue in a field of yellow
Skin: Pale
Race/ethnicity: Caucasian

Wardrobe: Adam keeps things light and simple. Lots of layers and darker colors—better for camouflage. Tight boots on his feet with tucked-in pants, and whatever two/three shirts he put on that day, along with a tough jacket for both warmth and protection.

Physique: While not exactly lean, one could not say that Adam had a lot of muscle on him, and he looked the part, but if you happened to come across him, he wouldn’t exactly seem like the easiest target. Comfortably average is where Adam’s body stands.

Hair Style: Adam’s hair sits firmly on his head and fits him well. Though sometimes messy, its rather short nature stops it from making him look weird or different if he happens to have a ‘bad hair day’. He prefers to keep it that way both for hygiene and for the way it makes him look.


PERSONA

The one defining thing about Adam, what you’ll soon come to learn from experience, is that he always—and that’s a rule without exceptions—always, puts other people before himself. This, of course, doesn’t go to the point where he puts himself at such a disadvantage it becomes dangerous, but kindness and integrity are what matters the most to the young man, especially in such a broken world. There isn’t a time where he won’t do anything in his power to do another person justice, and that comes with a level of gullibility that is one of the most detrimental faults of his. All it takes is an amateur manipulator to screw Adam over, but having been exploited and used one time after another, he’s slowly learning not to trust people as easily, cautiousness gradually an asset, rather than lack of it a flaw.

Resourceful and smart, the young man doesn’t often find himself in tough and dangerous situations, but when he eventually does end up in such a circumstance, an amount of calm surrounds him as he tries to work out the best way to get himself and his allies to safety. Situations which don’t rely on a sense of intelligence, but purely on physical strength and stamina of one are those he hadn’t found himself in yet, thankfully so—by the looks of him, he might not survive when such a day comes.

On another note, Adam possesses certain charm and smart humor which aids him in making friends and gaining trust of new people, but he’s not at all cunning about it; he cannot, for the life of him, deceive or lie believably enough. Though that may sound like a very charitable quality, all can see how it might not be quite so charitable in the actual apocalypse, or more so, in the dangerous social aspect of it.

A firm believer that maintaining humanity isn’t only about the survival, but about mental health as well, Adam still hangs onto morals of a world forgotten, but that’s a choice he actively makes and reminds himself of making every day. One day at a time is a mentality he doesn’t have, and never wants to adjust to because, to him, that’s not living. Even after 6 months, he’s still here, alive, following his own mindset and goals, so, something must be working in the way he goes about things, right?

Likes: Books, learning, teaching, helping, socializing, talking, rivers, forests, hiking, fruit (especially strawberries), the signature smell before a storm, making things, cold morning air, dogs, squirrels, gifts (both getting and giving), music, Oreos,

Dislikes: Physical combat, loneliness, the smell of rot, irrational thinking, rudeness, coffee, hiccups, most alcohol, extreme cold, snow, sports, not knowing how to help, rain and sun at the same time, humidity,

Fears: Losing his humanity, death, people closest to him losing their life, killing someone, becoming like his dad,

Ailments: Stitched up wound on his right arm (still somewhat fresh), predisposition for paranoia, insanity and hallucinations (whatever it is that his father ailed from)

Skills: Wilderness survival skills (orientation, making fire, knots, building shelter from limited supplies, making snares, fishing, finding drinkable water, plant knowledge, foraging), lockpicking, hunting, stealth, negotiation, basic self-defense

Faults: Physically not the strongest individual out there, nor the fastest, gullible and passive (for the most part)

Inventory: Backpack (swiss knife, flashlight, underwear, water canteen, cloth, dog food, a copy of Don Quixote, some rations, sleeping bag), repurposed kitchen knife, hatchet, and hopefully one dog if that’s allowed


HISTORY

Part I.
There once was a family of four. Pretty average; not rich; not poor. The father worked in accounting, and the mother, well, she owned a flower store. (Haha, that rhymed.) One brother, three years older than the other, liked better spending time with his mother, while the younger clung to the side of their father. (That rhymed too, but I’m stopping now.) The younger son and his father shared many interests, most of which resided in the art that was survival, and the intelligence which went behind one’s ability to survive with limited resources. The father had been a survivalist for quite some time, 5 years before either of the sons had been born, and now, the younger son started becoming just like him. Not only did the father teach his boy most the things he himself learned over the years, but the son was a natural for it as well. Soon, the boy was old enough to go with his father to the man’s survivalist trips, and at first it went well—appropriate father-son bonding and learning experiences. Though things soon started turning sour.

The father had become convinced an actual apocalypse was going to happen; he claimed he could hear the aliens whispering, and it was what slowly pushed his wife away from him. Before she took their sons with her, the father realized he needed to save them from the impending apocalypse, even if the love of his life couldn’t be saved, and together, the three of them went into his secret bunker where they spent some time before the two boys were saved and returned to their mother, never having heard from their father again. The younger son remembered the time in the bunker faintly, parts of his father residing in the skills he would continue to hone throughout his life.
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Relationship to parents:
Full of love were Adam’s mom and dad, and he appreciated both of them for their determination to provide him and his brother with a carefree childhood; much joy in their early developmental years.
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Part II.
There came a time where the family of three settled down in a new town; the mother needed a fresh start after what happened with her husband, and selling her flower shop had provided her with just enough money for that. After the successful ending to the incident, things started slowly settling into place, and the three members of the family had time to comfortably attempt to heal the hole that the father’s absence left in their hearts. The mother found solace in building her career and raising her two bright sons; the older brother caught an interest in all things sport, and he was quite good in them too; the youngest remained focused on the spark he had for survival skills, joining the boy scouts and regularly camping in the forest behind the family’s humble home. Life was going good.
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Years passed, and the younger son was now a young man, almost. His brother had already moved away, and while they didn’t lose contact, it hadn’t been the same with just the two of them in the house now. Time had also taken a toll on the mother, and with each passing day, she looked weaker and weaker. By the time she decided to go and check herself for a tumor, it was already too late—stage IV breast cancer, uncurable disease, a horrible one-way ticket. Only a month went by between the older brother moving back to the family home and the passing of the mother.

After that, the brothers went their separate ways.
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Relationship to brother:
Adam and his brother never were the closest of the bunch. Thomas would always hang out with older children, and Adam had always been considered too young to fit into their little posse. At home, they had a brotherly bond, but it soon weakened with Thomas rising on the social ranks when he started high school. That was the start of their relationship’s deterioration.
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Part III.
When the apocalypse hit, there had been 4 long years since the mother’s passing, and the younger brother was thankful she didn’t have to see what the world was becoming; that she didn’t have to see the monsters roaming the streets. To be fair, they didn’t look like monsters, at first, but the younger brother was smart enough to stay in the family’s home until things calmed down. Once there had been few monster sightings around, he foraged for food and lockpicked the surrounding houses for supplies, just like his father once taught him. He felt most like his father at this time, though that might finally not have been such a bad thing. He even managed to befriend a canine who he’d named Jack.

His thoughts often travelled to all of the possibilities of where his older brother could have been, or if he had still been, but the younger brother knew in the back of his mind it was futile to think about such things.

After five months of collecting materials and resources, making useful tools and weapons, training Jack, reading books, and listening to the radio for any new information—basically adapting to the new normal—from the city came many monsters, some dead some alive, and unexpected sightings of such was what made the younger brother aware that it had been time to go; safety was no more at the family home.
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Relationship to dog: Jack had been just a young homeless dog living on the streets on the outskirts of the city. Adam saw him struggle to get food, so he decided to put some out, and when he was almost attacked by an undead, he had to save him and provide him with shelter, which started their friendship. Since then the two grew a lot closer and have become best friends, mostly due to spending all their time together.

 

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Spoiler

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BASICS
Name: Imogen Levesque
nickname(s): Mo(goes by this), Momo, genny
D.O.B.: December 31
age: 19
gender: cis female
sexuality: pansexual
role: the medic
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APPEARANCE
height: 5'7
weight: 135lbs
hair: black
eyes: deep brown
skin: pallid rose
race/ethnicity: Canadian
misc: DIY nose piercing(just a nose piercing on the left side she did herself), tongue piercing, dual helix, and basic piercings
wardrobe: Mo's general outfit is a loose shirt-preferably some shirt that is funny in some way to her, plain shirts are boring- that is tucked into dark-toned cargo pants topped with a loose-fitting jacket. She tends to wear her turtlenecks under her shirts and coats, usually her short-sleeve turtlenecks if the heat is strong. She also supports a pair of tan steel-toed boots with mismatching laces(one is neon pink the other is neon orange). Her hair is usually kept out of her face in a small bun/ponytail.
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PERSONA
personality:
+funny
+extroverted
+friendly
+intelligent(somehow)
+speaks her mind
+quick witted

-loud
-sarcastic
-annoying
-doesn't know when to stop talking/bothering
-enjoys fucking with people
-gets bored easily
-blunt​

Mo is a fairly extroverted and energetic person. She loves joking around and making herself, as well as others, laugh. She enjoys having fun and tries to help lighten situations with her 'excellent humour'. She of course, to most, can be annoying and loud, this often getting her in trouble in her early life. She uses sarcasm mixed with humour to spice up the dark world they are now stuck in. Mo also is known to serenade people with music from her phone to bother them, usually music along the lines of meme songs that will annoy whoever can hear. She also has the entire Bee movie mesmerized(this is after many years of practice, can sing it with the guitar). Mo is also someone who believes in science and knows that somehow everything can be solved.
likes:

• animals
• plants
• jokes
• science
• the smell of disinfectant

dislikes:

• religion
• madness(people losing themself and doing violent or generally bad things)
• death
• meat
• not being able to do anything

fears:

• churches/religious symbols
• suffocation(being deprived of oxygen in general)
• the decaying humanity around the world

ailments: asthma as well as poor vision. Is also vegetarian which classifies due to the situation. (loud and annoying but that's just her personality-)
skills:
medicine~
Mo has vast experience in medicine... or at least, veterinary medicine. She grew up as a vets daughter and thus knew her lay of the land in that sense. She knows how to do most things a doctor could do, just more experienced in less human subjects. Of course, this is fine as long as wounds stay basic and nothing gets into extreme surgery, where she might need a refresher on human anatomy vs that of farm and small animals.
botany~
a good old pastime that Mo picked up from her naturalist mother along with her getting interested in when she was bored. Of course, she has more experience in bookwork than in person, she has done a lot of work in such. Thankfully her books are downloaded on her phone 'legally' as well as the notebook she used(her phone comes with a pen that can be used in notes. Somehow the only thing she can draw are plants and animals)
smaller notable skills~
guitar: the good ol' guitar. something that Mo has become experienced in and can play well. (yet another boredom of living in a religious small town)
mending: typically in the form of sowing due to her experience with stitches and needles
horror enthusiast: the only form of entertainment electronic wise was old movies that generally came in the form of tapes. She usually stuck to horror-themed ones and has also read a variety of books regarding it.
gore: has seen many wounds and injuries in animals(wild animals are vicious) and has become used to blood and gore
cannoning: nowhere close to an expert but has done it before.

inventory: everything she owns is generally kept in her guitar bag, which of course also holds her guitar, as well as copious amounts of medical supplies(she grabbed this first before remembering she needed other supplies), a single water bottle, and a handful of food that fit. She also shares the wait of her supplies with her fanny pack and pockets of coat and pants. She also has her phone and a solar battery pack shoved in there somewhere. A few good inhalers as well. In her hands is a steel rebar that she uses as a weapon.
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HISTORY
background:

"believe in him, and thou shalt be saved"​

Mo grew up in a small religious, farming town in Alberta. Life there was fine for the most part. She lived with her single mom who left her arranged marriage to become the vet the town needed(though didn't want). The town believed very much that God could fix illnesses. Mo's mother became the closest thing to a doctor other than the nuns at the church. Her mother raised her alongside her business, growing up and quickly showing her daughter the ways of science and medicine. While Mo's mother was a scientist, there were things she didn't believe in. She still went to church, much to Mo's distaste, as well as didn't wholly believe science could solve anything. Other than that Mo's life grew without a hitch. That was until the outbreak.

being a small town with little contact with the outside world you'd think it would be ok. The town had only one phone and the only wifi was in the pub, how could it possibly catch it. Well, the town still went out every now and then to sell its farming produce, there they came in contact with the virus. Upon the delivery van getting brought back the infection spread and most were getting infected. Mo's mother treated this as life-threatening and thus they used the proper precautions on the patients that flocked to them.

when modern medicine failed them the town turned to god. They believed that God would be the cure. After many nights of failed research, her mother also thought that this was a punishment from God and only their faith could save them. Mo refused this, and thus refused to flock to the church with the rest of them. That was until she was dragged there by force of farm men and locked in the basement with the worse cases or other 'delinquents'. She kept her distance and witnessed the first turning for the time she was locked there. The foolish holy water and hourly preaching did not bring salvation as more joined them in their pit. A kind old man she knew well, ripped the face off his own son. Mo let out a cry of terror at the sudden violent act. As help from upstairs rushed down, their foolish attempt to persuade the dead were littered with failures, and bites... Mo ran out in the panic and got home. She had a mini survival kit packed in case of emergency and grabbed whatever she could think of in her panicked state. She jumped in her pickup truck and sped out. Not before stopping at the church for her mother, only to see her own mother ripping out the throat of her great aunt. Shaking back tears and pain she left.
relationships: TBA