Realistic or Modern 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 (𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴).

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  THE LAST OF US.

  
  Hello everyone! This thread is dedicated to characters for the roleplay: THE LAST OF US. Please read through the dedicated tabs below before posting a character! Feel free to ask questions regarding characters, plot or really anything here.
  
  Some important info:
  
  

  • You're welcome to have multiple characters and keep in mind you're able to make characters further down the track!
  • Codes are aesthetic and usually well-organised but are not needed (if you're looking for easy to follow codes please check out these wonderful threads: 1, 2, 3).
  • This is based on applications per member, not characters, so please keep that in mind! Meaning if one of your characters is accepted your others are (unless there is something drastic I believe needs to be changed).
  • Keep your characters realistic, interesting and diverse (e.g., different backgrounds, ethnicities, etc) as I will be choosing the most intriguing characters!
  
  
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  CHARACTER SHEET.

  
  Here is everything I would like to see within your character sheets, yet feel free to add any others tidbits which add life to your character. There is no need to format it as below, just make sure all this information is somewhere within your character sheet! Remember to keep your characters diverse, intriguing and based in realism! Also, the world of TLOU is gritty and harsh, so please keep that in mind as well!
  
  — BASICS.
  name:
  nicknames:
  age: (no age is off-limits, but do keep it sensible and realistic.)
  date of birth: (unless your character is born before 2013, they are born in the midsts of the apocalypse.)
  gender:
  sexuality:
  race/ethnicity:
  affiliation: (does your character have an affiliation with any particular group or even a previous affiliation? If none that is okay!)
  
  — APPEARANCE.
  hair:
  eyes:
  skin: (colour, texture, blemishes, etc.)
  body/build: (height, weight, etc.)
  distinguishing features: (scars, tattoos, weird birthmark, etc.)
  wardrobe: (what is your character wearing, or what do they typically wear?)
  inventory: (is your character carrying anything of significance with them? weapons, personal belongings?)
  face claim: (realistic please, this includes the person's name IRL!)
  
  — PERSONALITY.
  personality: (short or lengthy up to you!)
  positive traits: (4+ feel free to list or go into depth.)
  negative traits: (4+ feel free to list or go into depth.)
  skills: (2+ what is your character good or proficient at?)
  fears: (what keeps your character awake at night?)
  ailments: (mental illnesses, old injuries, etc.)
  
  — HISTORY.
  backstory: (detail your character's life in the apocalypse, can be short or lengthy, nothing wrong with a bit of mystery!)
  
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  GROUPS.

  
  To help people avoid major spoilers on the wiki, I've created a short description of the significant groups/affiliations within TLOU's setting in Seattle. Your character/s doesn't necessarily need to be part of any group, but it may be useful in crafting backstories or just to get a general idea of the world.
  
  — WASHINGTON LIBERATION FRONT.
  
  

  "May your survival be long. May your death be swift."​

  
  The WLF, informally known as the Wolves, is a militant paramilitary organization located in Seattle, and are currently at war with the Seraphites for control of the area. The group have been active for the last fifteen years after overthrowing the FEDRA in a former Quarantine Zone. While they have multiple outposts around Seattle, their main base of operations is in the CenturyLink Field stadium which houses residents. Members are usually experienced fighters equipt with military equipment and are known for using guard dogs. They are known to be fiercely loyal and deeply care for one another, yet their loyalty has been tested with the leader endorsing torturing and maiming captured outsiders to gain information.
  
  — SERAPHITES.
  
  

  "May she guide me through the storm. May she keep me calm."
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  The Seraphites, known as 'Scars' by WLF, are a primitivist cult who worship a woman that considered herself a prophet, preaching that mankind's fall was brought on by their own sin and efforts to live in a machine-dependent world. Following her teachings and beliefs, members mainly reside on a small island a few miles from Seattle's shore. After the death of the prophet, her words about peace and non-violence were twisted by the current elders which has led to ritual killings and an obsessive war with the WLF. Seraphites primarily use melee weapons and bows per their belief in no machinery or 'old world' resources. Therefore, they are adept in stealth, relying on ambushes to fight against the WLF. Furthermore, all members have "Glasgow Smile" scars on their cheeks, shaved or braided hair depending on gender and wear dark trenchcoats with hoods.
  
  — FIREFLIES.
  
  

  "When you're lost in the darkness, look for the light."​

  
  The Fireflies were a revolutionary militia group who originally revolted against military oppression in numerous Quarantine Zones in the hopes of restoring the US government. They were an organised group who were still searching for a vaccine, yet their presence has dwindled with a lack of new research or discoveries. Therefore, a few years ago the remaining members voted to disband the organisation, with some members joining the WLF or going rogue. However, there have been rumours that ex-Firefly members are attempted to restart the organisation.
  
  — FEDERAL DISASTER RESPONSE AGENCY.
  
  One of the last remnants of pre-outbreak U.S government, FEDRA took control of the military and declared martial law, creating the Quarantine Zones within major cities for uninfected citizens. Having complete control of these zones, treatment of citizens was harsh and unfair, with public executions and strict rations. Considering these conditions, most Quarantine Zones have fallen to revolting citizens, Fireflies or succumbed to lack of resources or the infected. FEDRA has long since abandoned the Seattle Quarantine Zone.
  
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  (this is the plot from the interest thread for your ease of access.)
  
  It all began in 2013, a type of fungus known as the 'Cordyceps Brain Infection' which seemingly only infected ants, mutated in South American crops, and proceeded to infect the first human. It only took a few months for the infection to rapidly spread throughout the globe, infecting over 60% of the world's population.
  
  22 years have passed since the old world came to an abrupt end, yet mankind is still fighting back, adapting, and surviving in the harsh, new world. The United States turned into a police state under the control of homeland security and the military. After martial law was declared, Quarantine Zones were set up by the Federal Disaster Response Agency (FEDRA) and the military to protect the remaining uninfected population of the United States by separating them from the infected.
  
  Over time, most of these zones fell to the infection, local uprisings by the inhabitants, or were simply abandoned after running out of supplies. At least a few remain operational, with the authorities still in control. In other cases, Quarantine Zones have been converted into bases by groups such as the Fireflies, Washington Liberation Front (WLF), and Hunters.
  
  The journey for our characters is set in the post-apocalyptic Seattle which has succumbed to mother nature, giving a whole new meaning to 'concrete jungle'. The city is a constant warzone between two prominent groups: the WLF, a thriving militia group that caused FEDRA to withdraw in Seattle, and the Seraphites, a primitivist cult who worship a new god. Combined with the threat of the infected, Seattle is a dangerous and neverending struggle to survive in.
  
  A new hope has arisen in the form of a supposed safe-haven on the outskirts of Seattle, a settlement that is run and governed by citizens, who not only want to survive but to live. For one reason or another, your character has decided to investigate the legitimacy of the rumours and broadcasts.
  
  Upon arrival, the settlement is beyond disarray and seemingly abandoned. Evidently, it appeared too good to be true. However, your character wasn't the only one to follow hope and the longing for a better life. In the abandoned settlement stood others, all from different paths of life having converged to find a note that detailed a new flicker of hope: Santa Barbra.
  

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— BASICS.
name: Sybil Fortune Comtois
nicknames: Dragonfly (by her parents)
age: 18
date of birth: May 25, 2017
gender: Female
sexuality: Heterosexual
race/ethnicity: Caucasian/French-American
affiliation: Cannibals; Fireflies

— APPEARANCE.
hair: Blond
eyes: Green
skin: Fair
body/build: 5'4", 119 lbs, average build
distinguishing features: A scar from falling off a horse as a child (contributed to her fractured leg as well), facial birthmark on right side of face, heart birthmark over right eye

Spoiler: Birthmarks

Spoiler: Birthmarks

wardrobe: Combat boots, old army uniform (her father's), torn lab coat (mother's)
inventory: Mother's firefly pendant, carved stone dragonfly with her initials on it from her father, a .40 Glock with two boxes of ammo, a dagger with dragon on it, an old sketchbook and some charcoal and pencils, an old map of the surrounding area, couple changes of clothes
face claim: Chloë Grace Moretz

Spoiler: Dagger

— PERSONALITY.
personality: Sybil, despite the lack of technology as a result of the infestation that has swept the world, is a studious individual thanks to her mother expressing that she get some education even if it hardly matters now. Being raised in protection with the cannibals, she is both incredibly loyal to them and has grown accustomed to the diet as she was raised on it her entire life, even developing a sadistic side with any travelers that are captured before their ultimate demise, often toying with the prey before eating them, but also with being kept protected as the rest of the women and children, is naïve of the world outside. She has some stories of her mother to fall back on and even her father's stories when he was in the military both before and after its downfall but to her and many other children, they are just stories of days long gone. Fighting for survival is life now and all she knows. Sybil takes a while to warm up to people, however she does like looking after the other children with her mother and learning herbs from her mother and some of the elders in their group as well as reading old news articles and books written before the infection began and destroyed the life. Those she warms up to...she can be quite loyal but whether she would stand up for them in a fight is a mystery as she isn't one to stick her neck out for those she doesn't like or get on her bad side/say things about her family or groups. In a way, she wonders if it was a good thing, since hearing some stories from her parents and the elders...it seems the world wasn't in good shape before then and can't help thinking that perhaps this is a cleansing for the earth. She loves animals, horses are her favorite once her father taught her to get over her fear of them and encouraged her to get back on a horse and she's developed a bond with her horse Galaxy. Sybil doesn't realize how odd their lifestyle is or their diet from other people and though she may not be the most suburb fighter due to her fractured leg and the men protecting the women and children as well as their home, she at least knows how to live off the land use a gun if needed thanks to her father's teachings. Sybil likes climbing onto the roof of the meeting cabin and looking up at the stars at night, wondering how it must have been before 2013 when her parents were children. Incredibly loyal to both the fireflies work of finding a cure through her mother and loyal to the cannibals, she doesn't realize that some may see them both as horrible people and wish them dead. With no experience of the greater world and having doubts about a cure being found, Sybil finds herself sometimes doubting if she wants the world to change, out of fear that should be found, everything she knows will disappear. She does like making maps, oddly enough and studying geography, as well as playing video games in the arcade at home in one of the shops. Sybil doesn't have the most perfect sense of direction but she can at least figure out how to get home and where to hide if she does get lost. She tends to sketch, mostly her horse or the buildings/surroundings of Silver Lake.
positive traits: Articulate, Compassionate, Disciplined, Scholarly, Venturesome (not so much now that she is with child)
negative traits: Hostile, Cautious, Opportunistic, Sadistic, Untrusting
skills: (2+ what is your character good or proficient at?) Horseback riding (taught by her father), Herbal Lore (both for healing and poison against and for the cannibals-taught by her mother), Survivalism/Homesteading (thieving, basic weaponry, stealth, living off the land and hiding), knows French and English (from her parents raising her bi-lingual)
fears: Becoming an infected and losing all sense of humanity, raising a child alone in a destroyed world
ailments: She is a two and a half months pregnant as well as an old injury to her leg (it fractured the leg) that makes her a slow runner she got as a child when falling off a horse

— HISTORY.
backstory: (detail your character's life in the apocalypse, can be short or lengthy, nothing wrong with a bit of mystery!) Mother (Eloise Crucis) was a member of the fireflies who defected after a cure failed to be found for the infection. Traveling with a couple other members they fell in with a group of traveling survivors who would put down anyone that showed even the slightest sign of being bitten out of fear they would turn. Eloise and the two other firefly members with her were put to work with what little technology they had trying to find another cure, however, as can be expected it did not work despite six months of trying to work under lackluster conditions. Not having the technology nor the resources they'd had access to, the survivors became hostile towards the firefly trio. Her father (Elouan Comtois) was a former member of the US Military living in the Detroit Quarantine Zone. Life was difficult for Elouan, being under military control and scavenging around for food or supplies. When his father died, Elouan ended up joining a street gang with his little brother, his mother having been killed by an infected...he watched her be shot by the military in front of him. That incident caused him to hate the infected and want to fight against them. When he turned eighteen, he joined the military for a better life.

Born on May 25, 2017 to Elouan and Eloise, she was given an American first name and carried her father's french surname as well as a french middle name to reflect her French-American heritage. By the time she was born, her parents had been cannibals for some time and introduced her to the diet as well as the rest of the children. Yet they were protected by the men, the women and children having a safe area to go in the event infected came. When she turned five she learned to ride a horse for the first time, however it spooked at a wolf when she rode it out of camp with her father and she fell, the horse falling as well as they were chased by wolves. Her father found her and had to shoot the horse as it was injured but the fall had fractured her leg and left a deep scar. This changed Sybil's life as her parents became more protective of her and for the longest time, she stayed away from the few horses the cannibals raised or captured. Only when she turned thirteen did her father get her a horse and encourage her to ride it, even riding it with her until she got over her fear and learned to trust the horse, teaching her what he knew about horses. When she turned eighteen, she would end up pregnant and against her parents' wishes, left the safety of Silver Lake with Galaxy. More to be revealed through flashbacks/conversations with others in RP.


Galaxy | Mare | 7 Years | Appaloosa
Appearance: A spotted Appaloosa with black spots over a white pelt and gray-striped hooves with brown eyes. She has a mottled skin and white scerla as well. She has a white mane and tail. Stands at 14 hands and weighs 950 lbs.
Personality: She is quiet and calm yet shy around new people. Shy and wary, she doesn't approach many other than the ones she is used to seeing around. Galaxy is loyal to Sybil but doesn't like dogs or guns and tends to bolt at strange noises. Her breed makes her well built for speed and she will bite or throw those she doesn't trust or prove a threat to Sybil or her parents. Despite these flaws, she knows when it is time to listen, even if sometimes she can get a stubborn streak at times and only the firmest touch will cause her to move. She was given to Sybil at 3 years of age and has been with the girl ever since.

 

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  Name: Veronica May Wallace
  
  Nicknames: Ronnie, Vee
  
  Age: 29
  
  Date of birth: 06/03/2006
  
  Gender: Cis Female
  
  Sexuality: Bisexual
  
  Race/Ethnicity: Russian-Welsh, with a touch of french (American)
  
  Affiliation: Ex-Firefly, Ex-WLF, currently independent/rogue good samaritan
  
  
  
  
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  Hair: Orange-red
  
  Eyes: Green
  
  Skin: Though noticeably unmarked, Vee has a couple odd birthmarks that are sparsely on her face and body. The sun has tanned her shoulders, dotting them with freckles. She's got a handful of faded over scars, but a more recent cut is healing on her forehead.
  
  Body/Build: Above average in height (about five foot seven), Vee is slim and athletic. Her shoulders are a bit broad, and her hips and waist are noticeably smaller. Her legs are slim enough to appear longer than they really are.
  
  Distinguishing features: A handful of scars from altercations, fights and the occasional accident. Other than that, one would notice her wide eyes first, and maybe her bright smile second.
  
  Wardrobe: Vee is usually outfitted in whatever she can find, having no preference for fashion or accessories these days. Her current outfit is an olive green jacket with a cinch at the waist and a tattered hood. Underneath it she wears a black zip-up if the weather turns, but otherwise has a dirtied tee shirt from some music shop she'd looted in Seattle. Her jeans are a charcoal black, and she wears a pair of dark brown ankle boots. Her socks are not matching, and definitely from some pop culture store. She wears a backpack; one of those large, military tactical ones.
  
  Inventory: Carrying a Winchester Repeater Rifle, along with a smaller, scuffed glock for intimate 'accidents'. In her backpack she's got a machete, her dad's old compass, a metal waterbottle, a box of matches, a rather well-stocked first aid kit, flares, two boxes of ammo for the rifle and glock, a deck of cards, and a few discarded snack items. There's still room in her backpack for picking up things.
  
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  Personality: Veronica is a fighter, short and simple. Ever since she was a kid, she'd always had the knack and the nerve to keep going. Adversity has been thrust her way at every step, and she just kept picking herself up and moving faster. She's perceptive and aware of everything around her, willing and able to change course at the blink of an eye in order to find a better suited path. Though sentimental, she has no problems standing up against those she holds close in order to defend what is right. What she believes, at least, though she is not opposed to seeing other sides of the dice. At a glance, she may seem quick-moving and assertive, but she's simply unafraid of doing the right thing. Without much tact she'll insert herself into most problems, mostly to try and fix them, but also to try and have some input on it. Calling her out will do no good, as she'll get angry quickly and judgmental even faster. It's not hard to piss Vee off, and even easier to make her irritable for the day. Usually she can deflect her own negative energy into wit, or snark, but more oft than not it's far from a joke to her.
  
  Deep in her core, she carries an unbridled optimism for the future. Perhaps it comes from some deeper desire to make the most out of what the world is, for herself and those around her, and she uses it to inspire. To create. A mere concept is all she needs to go forward, guns blazing. Call her zealous, but her fire has yet to burn out.
  
  Positive traits: Adaptable, Dedicated, Outgoing, Witty
  
  Negative traits: Impulsive, Nosy, Self-Sacrificial, Hot-headed
  
  Skills: Long-range weapons, Medicine (in no way a surgeon, but capable of setting a broken bone at the most severe and other physical remedies), Sleight-of-hand/Card tricks, Driving ability (motorcycles and vehicles), and very basic camping/surviving/foraging skills (but they have kept her alive thus far.)
  
  Fears: Vee is afraid of failing herself, and all the expectation she's set for her actions. She expects the most out of herself than anyone, and falling short makes her stomach turn at night. As well, to be alone or die alone is something she's terribly afraid of. She's a social creature, til the day she dies. Vee is also afraid of snakes, and deep water. Her entire psyche is divided into shades of guilt, and by failing to do anything or having some sort of purpose, the guilt eats her up inside. Negligence to her parent's death, negligence to her fellow Fireflies, and negligence to whomever she feels obligated to keep alive.
  
  Ailments: Her right shoulder is a bit stiff from a few injuries related to learning how to shoot in her years, and no doubt a couple of broken ribs healed over. She's got vivid nightmares and a touch of insomnia.
  
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  All things considered, Veronica was lucky that most of her life was spent on a ranch. Isolated, yes, which she'd never understand the gravity of until well in her teenage years, but safe. Her parents were nothing but beacons of light in her life, always teaching her and helping her when problems came up. She relied on them, as most children do, and truthfully could not imagine a life without them. The forest, as well, was a comforting shield. This came to be once the infections started rolling in, an the rest of the world went into quarantine.
  
  Veronica managed to get seven years of her life out of the way, having been enrolled in ballet at the dance studio in town. She went to birthday parties of family friends, met her first crush and scribbled their name in her notebook for several months, went hunting with her father for the first time and witnessed death for the first time. Her father was a bit hard, and a retired army officer, but a sentimental man at the same time. When he showed her how to clean a kill, and how to shoot a deer without damaging or making it suffer, she could only cry in absent wonder. Her mother reprimanded her father after that, but it made the young girl aware that all things came to an end, eventually. Death was permanent.
  
  It would be even clearer to Veronica when she was sixteen, about nine years after humanity dwindled away. It was a slow burn, and the family remained only on their property and in the woods behind their home. They were not invisible to the Infected, however. More than once, she and her father would position themselves in the attic with rifles posed out the windows, silencers on the front, and tracking any motion from the perimeter they'd set up around the property. They were terrible things, and her mother did try to hide the reality from her, but it would be impossible to remain that way.
  
  She would no longer have that sense of safety, however. A few months after her sixteenth birthday, they managed to get in. They didn't trip any of the alarms, somehow, and their pet Pointer had managed to leave the door open. Really a case of bad luck for the family. Mostly for Veronica, who woke up to find a bloody mess downstairs and her parents nowhere in sight. There were a few infected roaming the downstairs, and Veronica had just managed to dispatch of them. Her clothes were covered in blood by the end of it, and when she stumbled outside of the house, she saw... what was her parents, anyhow.
  
  The girl mourned, a breakdown imminent. She stayed at home for an extra two days, locking herself in the basement until she could face the reality of it all. Gathering what she could, and some of her dad's guns, she made the shaking effort to leave the basement. Her mother had mentioned that if anything were to happen to any of them, and the house was to be compromised, to find the Fireflies. Apparently her mother had ties, but Veronica was left virtually without any kind of way to find this illusive group. Coming out of the nowhere where she lived, she was also disturbed to find that the world had changed. They hadn't left the property in nearly a decade, or seen any kind of civilization. The transition was hard, maybe harder than losing her parents. Immediately she was targeted by looters and scavengers for being alone, and young. Though she could fend herself off quite well, and survived by traveling in the forests, trouble still followed her. A couple of traumatic encounters later had Veronica finally in touch with the Fireflies.
  
  It was no grandiose organization that she'd thought in her mind, after so many weeks of traveling to find them. Rather, a small group dedicated to the goals of a larger mind. The small base that she'd been taken to was some warehouse where they were in hiding. Veronica quickly fell into the mindset, developing more skills than she'd had before. A new family of sorts, as well.
  
  She and the small group managed to survive for three more years, jumping between states, clearing temporary bases of Infected and the occasional Clicker, and searching for supplies and spreading their message. She participated in raids, riots, and felt the spirit of revolution in her bones. She gained a handful of her scars while part of the Fireflies, but the largest scar would be an emotional one.
  
  No one could have expected it. Some military offense had gone in when their guards were down, and just about massacred the entire group. An inside man, as it were, that bled their position out. Veronica was lucky to make it alive, and a couple of the others joined her. Traveling eastward they eventually disbanded, gone to the wind like the rumours they'd heard of other Fireflies. But Veronica was young, and full of it. She, in her heart, believed that the resistance could be revived. She traveled town to town, keeping an ear out for any kind of activity that would seem to be related to the Fireflies.
  
  She ended up finding the company of a passed out, nearly blinded man with a lot more blood on his hands than first impressions led. Stricken by her need to be a saviour, Veronica swooped in and nursed him back to health. The two got acquainted, his name was Charlie, and their mutual history with the Fireflies gave them some jumping off for a relationship. She had mentioned going to Seattle, perhaps to join up with the Wolves-- her father had had some connection there, being an ex soldier and RTOC recruiter. It was as good a path as any, and off they went. It turns out Charlie had his own connections, and feeling secure, they made haste for Seattle.
  
  All but laying their beating hearts on the table, they were reluctantly allowed in. Though not as Romantic as the Fireflies were, Veronica was thankful to have a purpose again. That, and she was reunited with her dad's sister and brother-in-law, also a part of the WLF.
  
  Though surrounded by other people, and having some family, Veronica was still drawn to the older man. She had enjoyed their trip together, and as much of a hardass as he was, she saw some friendship blooming between them. She'd saved his life, and felt in part like she should stick around-- in case he got himself into any more trouble. He reminded her of her father, and with it a bit of natural comfortableness in Veronica. They managed to maintain their partnership through their affiliation with the WLF, lasting about five or so years. Remaining mostly under the radar, and just doing what had to be done, Veronica felt some sort of dulled peace for the time.
  
  Perhaps she had been the first to really settle in on the barbaric actions that the WLF were doing to prisoners. Maybe, after some time, it finally clicked in her head. She'd witnessed some of it first hand, for the first time, and the torrent in her stomach told her all was wrong. Rather than going to her family, she went to Chip first. She tried to convince him that they shouldn't stay, and that they could make better use of their efforts outside the organization. With enough convincing of the stubborn old man, they managed to make their way out. Not without some resistance, but being on patrol they were able to slip away with their belongings in tow.
  
  The next five years were spent wandering, between the two of them, and cataloging the new land. Small havens for a time, loaning their abilities, and finally operating on their own volition. Veronica, always the passionate one, felt at peace with spreading her own good will.
  
  Eventually, they heard news of the safe haven outside of Seattle. Veronica, masking her intent, was interested moreso to get her old friend off the road. He was going blind, and she felt responsible to make sure he didn't crawl into some ditch and die.
  
  So they began their return trip to Seattle.
  

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  name: ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏ ‎‏‏‎ ‎christian porter
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  gender: ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏ cisgender male
  sexuality: ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏ bisexual
  race/ethnicity: ‏‏‎‎‏‏‎mixed race – american-thai ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏roots
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  — APPEARANCE.
  hair: a dark mocha color with a hazel shimmer in natural light; usually messily parted and styled. the texture of his hair is soft but thick.
  
  eyes: dark brown, like fine chocolate
  
  skin: natural honey tan, he has traces of callus on his hands but other than that his skin is smooth
  
  body/build: christian has long limbs, broad shoulders and is well in shape with muscles showing; 186 cm – 6'2" ft; 76 kg – 165 lbs
  
  distinguishing features: a small scar in his left eyebrow, burning scars covering his upper right arm
  
  wardrobe: christian doesn't own much clothing, however his closet consists of mostly beiges and browns. he dresses practical and is often seen in a smudged tank top and some slightly baggy pants with which he can work and move well.
  
  inventory: christian doesn't go anywhere without his screwdrivers in his pocket, he could always find helpful materials in new environments. he owns a hand knife which has been a loyal companion so far as well as a gun...he needs to refill the ammunition. one of his more treasured belongings is a dog tag of a lost beloved person which he often wears as a necklace.
  
  face claim: yukhei wong
  
  
  
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  personality:
  Christian is your local realist. He sees things as simple as they are and doesn’t cling onto visionary hopes and dreams as he feels like logic is the key to most solutions.
  Although he likes to act on his own calculations, it doesn’t stop him from being spontaneous. Sticking to plans isn’t his strength when something more fun is coming along. Combining those traits makes him a versatile individual.
  
  His relaxed attitude is one of his more appealing characteristics, contributing to others enjoying Christian’s serenity. He rather lives in the moment as he refuses to worry about a future that is unclear. "Don’t worry, be happy" definitely shows up in his playlist somewhere.
  As much as Christian enjoys to go with the flow, he can also ignore it entirely which leaves little room for apologies. He rarely feels the need to justify himself since he’s taking actions he thinks are the most lucrative which doesn’t need much more explanation in his opinion. This behavior shows his rather insensitive side which he can be quite unaware of.
  
  He often keeps personal matters to himself and prefers silence over smalltalk as he feels like there’s better ways to get to know people, surviving the ongoing apocalypse for example.
  Other than that Christian is a loyal companion in the survival of the fittest and doesn’t leave his friends behind. Being opposed to inequity, he’s courageous enough to stand up for himself and his friends, but smart enough to sit and listen if needed.
  
  positive traits: ambitious, honest, able to withstand stress, cool-headed, appreciative
  
  negative traits: messy, rebellious, stubborn, forgetful, calculating, insensitive
  
  skills: christian has always been good with abstract thinking, hence he's gifted in the field of mathematics. At young age he was interested in mechanic work and started to understand how to put materials and electronics together to create a functioning machine or fixing a broken one. Nowadays he is a skilled mechanic. This is why Christian has extraordinary fine motor skills and knows how to use his hands ;')
  
  fears: His fears are for once more empathetic than practical. Christian fears to die alone without anyone who'd remember him.
  ailments: none
  
  
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  — HISTORY.
  backstory:
  
  

  "เจ้านกขมิ้นเหลืองอ่อนเอ๋ย ค่ำแล้วจะนอนที่ตรงไหน จะนอนไหนก็นอนได้
  สุมทุมพุ่มไม้ก็เคยนอน ลมพระพายชายพัดมาอ่อนๆ เจ้าเคยจรมานอนรังเอย
  เจ้านกขมิ้นเหลืองอ่อนเอ๋ย ค่ำแล้วจะนอนที่ตรงไหน จะนอนไหนก็นอนได้
  สุมทุมพุ่มไม้ก็เคยนอน ลมพระพายชายพัดมาอ่อนๆ เจ้าเคยจรมานอนรังเอย"​

  
  A lullaby for the boy who had trouble falling asleep. Two years before the world turned into ruin, Annalise and Evan Porter were blessed with a healthy baby boy. He was another lucky accident to the couple as they already raised their first son of three years. They were from the city that never sleeps, New York.
  Annalise has always been a strong and independent woman as a first-generation immigrant from Thailand; her rocky path shaped her into a pursuer of justice and equality. Evan used to be a soldier in the military before everything went downhill but still, he witnessed great inequities within his unit, so he quit. Nothing too dramatic…until he became a whistleblower and exposed confidential decisions and cover-ups within the military system.
  
  The Porters were starting to build a community for minorities and those in need. Their apartment was never a spot they used solely for themselves. Christian and his brother grew up around many strangers. They came and left, some stayed for a few days and others for weeks but everyone had unique stories to tell.
  Everything of that had to end, right?
  
  Sirens, gunshots, screams. The air started to smell more and more like metal and burned flesh. Christian got used to it eventually but it always made him want to puke nonetheless. With the apocalypse killing millions, the family never stayed in one spot long enough to call it home once again. At the age of four Christian got a little sister. For many years the Porters were lucky enough to survive. His father was able earn food supplies by repairing other people’s cars and machines. Christian never missed a day of his father’s work and learned a lot by sticking around. He had always been a curious child, eager to learn, which is why he soon became a gifted mechanic himself.
  
  At the age of nineteen, Christian decided to leave his family’s safety as he was aching to find a way out of this hell hole they called life. His next aim? The next bigger city. Once he arrived life was hard without allies, it made him wonder if this journey was a mistake. That was until he made connections with the Fireflies. Allegedly they were in need of a mechanic who could build and repair engines which piqued his interest as he slowly stepped into the circle of the revolutionary militia group.
  
  Within the Fireflies he was in charge of the machines for their uprisings and attacks. Christian found his passion under welding goggles and jumping hot metal pieces. Finally he did have a place to call home and he realized how much he missed it. The young man had been a loyal member for several years until the organization was disbanded. As one of the people who had always pushed the aims of the Fireflies without joining the WLF, Christian always craved to bring the group back to existence with better resources and new ideas. It takes more than one person to revive a whole movement though.
  
  A shimmer of hope and honestly the only chance Christian saw, laid in the rumors that spread about the safe haven in the outskirts of Seattle. In the midst of the survival of the fittest Christian remains sleepless like he used to.
  
  

playing: nightcall by kavinsky

coded by weldherwings.

 

[Sir Mayday]

Reginald Demir

visage

Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Skin: Oily Sienna skin.
Body/build: 5'8'' height, with an Ecto-Mesomorph build,
Distinguishing features: Faded burn scar neat the right wrist.
Wardrobe:
He usually wears a dark red utility Jacket, with a set of Dark Blue Jeans. Steel Toed hiking Boots are usually being sported by him, and lastly fingerless black gloves over his hands, with the logo of some bike manufacturer on them.
inventory:
A very worn Bible, Bounded with Ducktape on the outside, and seems to be falling apart, along with other books. Most in very fine condition.
A Bren 10 pistol, with 3 mags of ammo, including the one in the gun already.
A black North Face Backpack with some supplies, a small package of gauze, and some cooking items.
A silver coin that says 'And by this he abides in us, by the spirit he has given us' on one side, a picture of a Dove on the otherside.
A Claw Hammer.

Believer

27

Heterosexual

Male

Turkish

Face Claim:Çağatay Ulusoy

positive traits

Bookish
Athletic
Outdoorsman
Cautious

negative traits

Daydreamer
Deep Sleeper
Allergic to Dogs,Horses, and Cats.

skills & fears

Skills:
Hiking
Cooking
Good Memory

Fears:
Fear of the dark
Fear of Dogs

headcanons & trivia

Always down to listen to music, likes to dress modestly, and doesn't really care if he looks good or not.

about reggie

In Reggie's own words he is a drifter, usually making his own pat in the world. Though he doesn't quite want to make that journey by himself. He talks about other groups he has been with, people he has met and seen. He likes stories, parables, and myths. He sees them as lessons or a chance to gain wisdom, as he believes that is one of the best pursuits someone can have in this world. For someone so attentive to others, he fantasizes a lot in his mind. Thinking of the past, different times, or places from his books.

Reggie is usually a talkative person in the group, always down for a conversation..well whenever he is not reading one of his books. Yet even while interrupted while reading, he will give full attention to whoever he talks to. Giving respect and feedback to everyone is something he tries to do while not judging. Sometimes he has been called 'Switzerland' for not usually taking sides, and this has brought up some annoyance in others about his seeming indecisiveness, some thinking him a coward at heart.

Lastly, the man is at peace with himself. He doesn't complain at all, and simply goes and moves forward whatever is thrown at him. He doesn't talk often about what he wishes could happen or regrets that he has had. He can perfectly go to sleep and doesn't remember the last time he had a nightmare. This is because of one thing. His faith. He is a deeply religious man, and many times can be seen reading the bible, slowly and thoughtfully. Like trying to see the meaning behind every sentence or word. Many times his bits of advice and the reasons for why he acts come from it.

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[ReverseTex]

Height: 6’0
Weight: 190lbs
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Brown
Distinguishing feature: Cataract in left eye. Developed from a scratch from a stray piece of wood. Various scars litter his body from years of hard survival. Most notable are a sizable scar down across his neck from a failed knife attack, as well as a bullet wound on his midsection.
Tattoo(s): N/A
Style: Currently donning a black Cahartt hooded jacket (wool/fuzzy lining for insulation) , charcoal grey t-shirt, a rugged pair of faded Levi’s, and heavily worn brown hiking boots. Wears a pair of round tortoiseshell glasses if in a non-combat environment.
Faceclaim: Sam Rockwell

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  Nickname/Alias: Primarily goes by Chip, Weatherman used to jest or tease him by his friends
  Age: 45
  Gender: Male
  Ethnicity: American
  Sexuality: Bisexual
  Hometown: Washington D.C.
  Affiliation: Former Firefly / Former WLF Currently rogue
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
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  Personality: Deeply intuitive and sentimental, Chip can be one of the most challenging to get to know. His intuition leads him to be wary and cautious of most, hence his lone-wolf lifestyle. His loyalty is unwavering to those he can emotionally trust. This loyalty is highly contingent, as his defection from two of the larger factions proves this so. Being so emotionally in-tune tends to keep Chip in the past. Only recently accepting the world’s fate, for years his naive altruistic hope to return to the ‘old world’ held him back. But yet nostalgia still finds its way in.
  Positive Traits: Empathetic, Intuitive, Resourceful, Independent
  Negative Traits: Self-loathing, Can care too much, Distrusting, Impulsive
  Skills:
  Proficient with hand-to-hand combat (ie: shanks, knives, hatchets) as well as anything stealth related. He can also play the piano.
  Mediocre with pistols or any short-ranged projectiles due to eyesight
  Poor with rifles or low light situations
  Fears: Going completely blind would be a physical fear of Chip’s. Mentally struggles with his past and demons that seem to linger.
  Ailments: Chip’s cataract causes blindness in his left eye. The vision in his right eye is beginning to worsen, hence the need for glasses.
  
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  Early Life
  Chip was born in Lynchburg, VA. Until the age of 10, he was raised at his family's country home. This is where most of his current survival skills originated. Moving into Washington D.C for his father's work juxtaposed his previous lifestyle. Despite this, Chip acknowledges the city and its teachings more as his home rather than Lynchburg. Attending university at Georgetown University, Chip graduated with a degree in meteorology. Finding work with a local news station as a chief meteorologist was the last normal act in his life.
  
  

  

  Fireflies
  Due to his location and newly-adopted news position the Fireflies thought best to recruit Chip. For a short while, he remained in D.C to attempt to mend the nation's capital. However, he was eventually tasked with spreading the ideas and goals of the group across the nation. He and a small group left the capital with the goal to reach the west coast in under a year... And to make a long story short; this goal was never reached. By the time the group reached Wyoming, over half of them were deceased and the remainder in unfit condition to continue. Realizing he and his group had been destined to perish from the start, Chip made the decision to execute those who were near-death. He was the sole survivor.
  
  

  

  The WLF
  Following the traumatic years of his Firefly days, he found new life following the unpredictable befriending of Veronica. A chip off the old block (haha pun) she carried a similar fire to his own. Once he fully recovered from his injuries, the two decided to accompany each other to Seattle. The girl knew of a milita of sorts, and he knew the rumors of a civilized group. It took time but the pair arrived, quickly assimilating into the organized routine. It felt... Almost normal. But not quite.
  
  

  

  Recent History
  Following the duo’s defection from the WLF, the two have mostly explored the western coast of the U.S. Only returning to Seattle on Veronica’s wishes.

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[g r i m]

Koji Nakayama

basics.

Name : Nakayama Koji
Nickname : None
Age : 37
Date of Birth : May 13th, 1998
Gender : Male
Sexuality : Bisexual
Race/Ethnicity : Japanese
Affiliation : Former WLF

APPEARANCE.

Hair : Koji's black hair can be pulled into a small ponytail.
Eye : Brown
Skin : Smooth fair skin that tans easily in the sun.
Body/Build : Koji is tall standing at just over 6'2", while he
may have an intimidating stature he is quite lean making
him appear somewhat lanky.
Distinguishing Features : He has a long thin scar going from
his left hip to just below his rip.
Wardrobe : Koji often wears dark jeans and plain basic
T-shirts, if the weather is on the chillier side he often wears
a black thick wool overcoat scarf and fingerless wool gloves.
Inventory : Koji has a dark green duffel back, that holds his
seasonal clothing, some spare ammo, a matchbook, and
two cigarettes. When traveling he has a hunting rifle
swung around his shoulder and a wood-handled hunting knife.
Leah's favorite stuffed chew toy, a small pink bear that's
seen better days.
Faceclaim : Tony Thornburg

PERSONALITY.

Personality :
Koji is a somewhat private and reserved person, though
this wasn't always the case. After seeing some of the
atrocities that took place while he was with the WLF he
has become a lot more guarded. He is often rather hesitant
to join groups as he has a hard time trusting strangers. Koji
is rather protective of those he allows to get close to him, at
the moment this only applies to his dog. He doesn't mind
sleeping on the floor or eating scraps, as long as he is safe
he's happy. When he was younger he was rather hot-headed
but as he has aged he's simmered down and now takes the
time to think things through. To new people, he could appear
a little rude, but it's simply due to him being rather blunt. It's
not something done out of malice just a trait that has
developed with his time in the wasteland of the world. Koji
can be rather self-critical, he has a great dislike for himself,
for some of the terrible things he's done in his younger years
and for inadvertently causing his younger sister's death.


- Positive Traits :
Trait : Protective
Trait : Modest
Trait : Disciplined

- Negative Traits :
Trait : Private
Trait : Blunt
Trait : Self-critical
Trait : Skeptical

Skills : Koji is rather good with guns, and he prefers it to knives
as he doesn't like to get to close to things that want to kill him.
His favorite and most practiced type are long-range guns,
though he is capable enough with most other types. When it
comes to medical situations he's almost a lost cause, maybe
it's because he has a low pain tolerance all he knows is that if
a simple wrap can't fix it he's useless. While most wouldn't
consider it a skill he feels proud that he's able to eat
almost anything, even if it tastes disgusting.

Fears : Due to his time as a WLF member he has a hard
time trusting new people, especially when it involves large
groups. Apart of him feels that most people are likes those
who are apart of WLF but they are hiding it. Koji often has
nightmares about some of the monstrous things he did while
he was apart of the WLF.

Ailments : Koji suffers from depression and PTSD.

HISTORY.

- Biography :
Koji remembers the exact day the dead started walking and
the world that he knew began to crumble. Like most
seventeen-year-olds, he was doing something he wasn't
supposed to in a place he was not meant to be. He looked at
his phone in annoyance as his mom called him once again.
His friend Josh handed him a cup with some form of alcohol
in it before trying to yell over the blaring music.

When his mom called for the seventh time he debating
turning off his phone, but something in him told him he
needed to answer. Making his way outside he heard his
mother and step-father's worried voices asking where he was.
Koji tried to calm them, but they wouldn't relent so he gave in
and told them. He heard his mom sigh with relief before she
told him that Leah was at a sleepover down the street and that
he needed to get there get her and wait outside for them now.
For the first time in a long time, he listened to his mother
instantly. When he got to Leah's friend's house he quickly
knocked on the door, he saw his sister and her friend peer
through the window before opening the door. Leah whined
about not wanting to leave until her friend promised they
could just have a sleepover tomorrow.

Koji and Leah waited on the curb for an hour, but their
parents never showed. They only lived ten minutes away,
there was no reason for it to take this long. Koji now feeling
like his time was wasted decided they would just walk home.
When the siblings approached their driveway confusion
washed over both of them. Their parents' car sat on and
waiting, but from what they could see no one was in it. They
weren't wrong, but they could have never imagined the horror
in front of them. Their mother laid splayed out next to the car a
pool of blood surrounding her and a woman was eating her.
Leah screamed causing the woman to look up before she
moved to go after them. Koji grabbed Leah and ran for what
felt like hours but was probably only minutes.

For a few years, Koji and Leah never stayed in one place
for long. That was until they met a group of fellow
survivors, there was a young girl around the same age
as Leah, one of the first kids they had seen in a while.
Leah begged and pleaded to stay with the group and
Koji hesitantly agreed. All was well for awhile Koji would
go out and scavenge with a couple other and Leah would
stay and play with the other girl her age, this was as
normal and happy as they could be in the current world.
But nothing good ever lasts forever Koji would soon find
out. He and three others had been out looking for supplies
for the past few days, they all felt proud at the amount of
stuff they had managed to find. But all joking and good
feelings were gone the second they made it back to their
small community. No one stood guarding the parameter
and the small barricade they had set up was in disarray.
Koji immediately dropped his bags making his way into his
now destroyed home, before halting at the crowd of freshly
dead in front of him. Koji had never felt a worse pain than
when he saw his sister among them.

Life from here on out had been somewhat of a blur for
him. Until he joined the WLF, at first he wasn't sure if
he could stand being apart of a group again. But
decided that he needed something to focus on or else
he wouldn't make it much longer. He was happy enough
during his time there, though he never spoke of his
past of family to any other the people there. He didn't
mind proving his loyalty or causing harm to further the
cause. This was life he thought, until one day he just
couldn't bring himself to hurt some innocent person.
That night he packed a small bag and decided he was
going to make a run for it, before sneaking out he
passed the kennels, he stopped when he heard a
sad whine. Peering in he saw a small German Shepard
puppy shoved into a cage with a few others. She looked
at him and for the first time in a while he felt that he had
someone that needed him to protect them again. Quickly
taking the puppy and not looking back Koji began his new
life. This wouldn't be like last time, he won't be alone after
all he has Leah, and he won't let her get hurt this time.

coded by incandescent

Koji's Dog

basics.

Name : Leah
Age : 11
Gender : Female
Breed : German Shepard

APPEARANCE.

Fur : Leah's fur pattern is like most German Shepards, though
due to her age she has started to grey around the muzzle
and ears.
Eye : She has soft brown eyes with flecks of green. Even
though she is an old girl she is a master of the cute
pouting puppy dog eyes.
Body/Build : She is a rather large dog even for her breed.
While she may not be a sharp as she used to be she is still
a strong dog.
Wardrobe : She has a black collar and pink bandana.

PERSONALITY.

- Traits :
trait : Loyal
trait : Protective
trait : Cautious
trait : Couch-potato

Skills : Leah is good at hunting most prey smaller than her,
while animals like rabbits and such may be able to our run
her now, she still puts up a good chase.
Fears : Loud storms cause her to get scared, she'll often try
to curl up to whoever is closest. Leah will shake
and look around scared until the storm has ended.

 

[ONI]

~♫~​

SGT. Nana Powell

visage

Nana is a bespectacled, military fit male with broad shoulders and long limbs, they stand at around six feet two inches and, despite their apparent slimness, maintains a heavier and ultimately athletic physique. A leaner, meaner form for a harsh job. The Sergeant's skin is dark with an even complexion, their hair jet black and eyes a duller, uninteresting brown. Though still undoubtedly youthful and fun, their often steadfast frowns make them appear unapproachable and on occasion far older. Their scars are obvious and gnarly, though few and far between. A single, tattoo denoting their affiliation with TF-40 is emblazoned on a deltoid - A knife in skull before crossed rifles.

military

33

heterosexual

male

jamaican (ethiopian)

fc: André Ramiro

positive traits

+Proactive +Content +Diligent

+General fighting competency "From the unsure cadet and into the hardened actor, it came with a steep but not impossible learning curve. Gauging distances, going to ground, urban fights, none as mythical as they used to sound."

+Tactical & Strategical Inclinations "Garnered through practical experiences, through trial and error, and more importantly through not only observing but also understanding the gains or losses of those serving alongside him. Knowing when to watch, to run or to strike, not everyone grasps it."

+Lifesaving knowledge "Trial and error is the unfortunate, most sobering teacher. Learning from the loss of loved ones or the loss of colleagues, swearing to do better the next time. Sometimes doing just that, though more often than not, set to dig yet another grave."

negative traits

-Short -Coarse -Jaded

-Minimal technical grasp "As a very much hands on and direct worker, there's been little time spent behind the monitors of the few working computers or vehicles, and while he might be able to work about a radio, he's leagues off a tech wizard and leaves it to his betters."

-Learned ruthlessness "When the people that lead you demand conformity and promote brutality as unfortunate necessity, it is unsurprising that many who follow grow to view it as relative normality."

likes & dislikes

+90s/2000s Music +Proficiency +Unit Cohesion +Tea +intiative

-Wolves -Cheese -Poor Awareness -Passiveness

-Anyone that's okay with Cultists and Cannibals
"We're told to remember that above all, it's the '3-Cs' that bring us down, 'Clickers, Cultists and Cannibals'. Yes all our enemies are dangerous but they're an infection, beyond detrimental to our efforts, more than the Wolves are, even more than the Fireflies ever could've been."

inventory and wardrobe

M4 (worn, taped -- 3x mag, torch, sight, sling) x M9 (worn, taped grip -- 2x mag, whistle lanyard), Machete, Canteen, Finicky Radio, Load Vest, Patrol Pack [Aid Kit, Spare ammo (556, 9mm | six 12g shells), General Provisions (Food/Water/Socks)], Gas mask.

Typically found garbed in a mixture of militant and civilian attire. A well worn in woodland jacket often sits atop a back service shirt and grey vest - draped over even the jacket is a thick blanket turned into a poncho. Surprisingly well maintained combat trousers, usually with lived in boots on his feet. A helmet is often clipped to their rucksack while a boonie hat sits atop their head.

about Jasil

Nana Powell is a "career" soldier, shaped by the rigorous and demands of service in post-civilisation. A soldier that does not fight for the American flag but instead to reintroduce a modicum of normality through all means. A proud member of the infamous death squads of FEDRA's Task Force 40, and a staunch believer in better tomorrows, Sergeant Powell made an effort to put his heaviest foot forwards in order to bring peace and prosperity to the ruins.

code by fudgecakez

 

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  name: zeva walker
  nicknames: "zee" and "apostate" by seraphites for abandoning them
  age: almost 15
  date of birth: 3rd dec, 2020
  gender: cisfemale
  sexuality: asexual
  race/ethnicity: african-american
  affiliation: ex-seraphite
  
  

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  Zeva Walker

  
  
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  hair: naturally charcoal, curly hair that is braided into a crown at the back, alike all female seraphites.
  eyes: sharp and vigilant, zeva's eyes are dark hazel and bordered with a ring of black.
  skin: a cool-toned light brown, that is smooth and unblemished from her youth and healthy diet.
  body/build: standing at 5'3", zeva is of average build but small and fit enough to be incredibly agile.
  distinguishing features: like other seraphites, zeva's face is marked by a "glasgow smile", but the scar has healed nicely.
  wardrobe: dressed in the 'uniform' for seraphites; zeva is wearing a cream coloured, long-sleeved henley with a pair of dark brown pants and and black boots. a dark trenchcoat is thrown over her outfit, slightly tattered and featuring a hood.
  inventory: a wooden bow which is engraved with "may she guide me", a leather harness that has a quiver of arrows and a pouch for zeva's makeshift knife. in her pant's pocket zeva has a small wooden figurine that is widdled to represent the prophet.
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  personality: stoic and serious, zeva's childlike nature is hidden deep by the trauma she has faced, leaving her hardened and struggling to express her emotions. yet there are rare moments where zeva's childlike innocence show through, but she prefers to present herself as a natural-born warrior. despite her battle experience, zeva is quite naive to the world from her upbringing in the seraphites.
  positive traits: stoic, vigilant, inquisitive, empathetic, brave
  negative traits: naive, serious, pugnacious, misguided, irrational at times
  skills: highly proficient with a bow, knowledge in herbal remedies, incredibly agile and is sufficient in stealth and ambush tactics.
  fears: old world technology, water, becoming a burden and dishonouring her family.
  ailments: being born into the seraphites, zeva is ignorant to the outside world which leaves her unable to comprehend puns, slang and backgammon. furthermore, a puncture wound from an arrow is present on her shoulder which has cauterized.
  

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  The 'old world' had ended before Zeva was conceived, being born in the midst of the apocalypse. An island off the coast of Seattle was the only place Zeva knew of, raised with the Prophet's words and teachings in mind. The old world's sins with machinery and automation had been the breaking point, causing the infection to spread and wipe out the population.
  
  Zeva grew up an inquisitive child, always seeking answers for her many questions about the world. She was always redirected back to the Prophet's readings and has become very familiar with all the texts.
  
  Trained in the arts of a bow, Zeva was clearly a natural and become quite a sharpshooter. A warrior life was what she desired, to fight back against the WLF and bring honour to her family. No matter one's age, Seraphites were sent out to combat at the hands of the fanatic Elders, hellbent on winning this war with the WLF. Zeva has killed her fair share of WLF members and 'demons', becoming battle-hardened from a young age.
  
  However, it was decided she would make a bride for one of the Elders around the age of 13. This marked the worst year of Zeva's young life, something she refuses to speak about.
  
  She spoke about her discontent to her parents who explained it was her destiny according to the Prophet. Yet, Zeva's analysis of the Prophet's text's revealed nothing of the sort and she began realising the contradictions.
  
  One night screams echoed throughout the village, seemingly coming from one of the Elder's huts. Upon inspection, they found the Elder that Zeva was wed to, helplessly clutching his insides that had spilt from a large gash.
  
  The search for Zeva began and upon searching her family's hut they found her mother clutching a bow, Zeva retreating into the forest with an arrow protruding from her shoulder. Luckily, she managed to secure a boat and made her way to the shores of Seattle.
  

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  name: novak moldovan
  nicknames: "moldovan" and "teddy"
  age: 41
  date of birth: 25th march, 1994
  gender: cismale
  sexuality: homosexual
  race/ethnicity: anglo-saxon and slavic
  affiliation: old military/ex-FEDRA
  
  

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  hair: his dark blonde hair has started receding with age, novak opting to keep his head shaved, but has kept his beard which is coarse and thick.
  eyes: a dull blue, his eyes are surrounded by etchings of wrinkles.
  skin: his skin is pale and achieves an olive glow when spending too much time in the sun; a lack of blemishes but with age has led to wrinkles etched into his forehead.
  body/build: a hulking, burly man; novak stands at 6'3" and is made of solid mass and muscle, with a protruding stomach and treetrunk arms.
  distinguishing features: his body is littered with battle scars from the harsh world; multiple scars and stab wounds, several bullet hole scars and a burn on his left, upper thigh. several teeth have been knocked or pulled out, which he has replaced with gold teeth.
  wardrobe: usually sporting grey cargo pants, desert-coloured medium weight coat, fading graphic red tee, backpack, utility vests, army boots and a black beanie.
  inventory: a worn double barrel shotgun with the stock being wrapped in duct tape, flashlight mounted assault rifle, bottle of vodka, several handmade pipe bombs, spare ammo, sledgehammer, multiple engraved dog tags, and a few photographs in a tattered journal.
  face claim: darko peric.
  
  

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  personality: despite his menacing appearance, novak is a fun-loving jokester who is loyal to a fault and quite a talker. he jumps into situations without thinking at times, and his joking nature can be seen as childish and immature towards serious topics. the harsh world is yet to cut him down but he is burdened by his past.
  positive traits: humorous, sentimental, charismatic, loyal, undaunted.
  negative traits: reckless, childish, hedonistic, overly obedient, irreverent.
  skills: excessively strong from his sheer mass being able to overpower others, highly proficient in using firearms, a mean swing with blunt weaponry, neogation and batering skills, basic first aid skills.
  fears: novak fears dying alone, letting down others and being someone's puppet.
  ailments: PTSD and insomnia, novak is plagued by his past and also short-sighted.
  

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  The 'American dream' is all his parents wanted, moving from their small town in Russia to the hustle and bustle of Charlotte, North Carolina, in the late '90s. He was old enough to remember his father leaving his mother for a younger, American woman who abandoned his now single mother to raise three rumbustious children.
  
  Novak was a fun-loving, cheeky child who was an absolute handful for his busy, overworked mother. Puberty meant a growth spurt and an unparallel natural charisma which made Novak a hit with all the girls — dating on and off during high school. His mother remarried an established, hardworking military officer who helped whipped Novak and his rebellious siblings into shape.
  
  One might picture cliche movie scene of the army dad screaming until his face goes blue and demanding respect, yet his soon to be step-father was different. He was an understanding and patient man who disciplined Novak and his siblings with effective communication and the expression of emotions. It was polarizing to his biological father and Novak found himself admiring the man and grew to respect authority.
  
  At seventeen, his once lanky frame was filled out with muscle and mass from asking his step-father to train him to join the military. He was swiftly accepted into the military with the glowing recommendation from his step-father and originally was met with wide-eyed teens who were scared of his menacing appearance. However, all of the other recruits quickly realised how harmless he was, in fact, he was given the nickname 'Teddy'. Novak was well-liked and was in the top percentage of his battalion.
  
  The next few years were pretty great for Novak; having made life long friends, especially Imran, a fellow soldier from his battalion. The two became best friends and one-night drinking ended with them waking up in the same bed. It was then Novak realised he had never felt this way towards anyone, the girls he dated during school seemed utterly pointless in comparison.
  
  Then the outbreak happened and the military scrambled, sending out anyone they had available to set up Quarantine Zones. FEDRA took control of the military at this point and Novak didn't question anything, blindly following orders. Imran was sent to another zone without the two saying their goodbyes. He served in the Quarantine Zone set up in Portland, where he made some regrettable choices.
  
  After the Fireflies and citizens of the Portland Quarantine Zone rebelled and took control of the area, surviving members of FEDRA were forced to leave, including Novak. Throughout the years he has done some contract work for FEDRA before he finally cut ties with them after an unforgivable incident.
  
  He settled finally in Seattle and decided to keep to himself after everything he had done — that was until a young girl with an arrow sticking out of her shoulder stumbled into his life.
  
  

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name : ah'nii'nah haywood
nickname : nii
age : 18
gender : male
sexuality : bi
date of birth : june 29, 2017
race : salish native american
affiliation : grew up within the wlf

visage.

hair : waist-length black hair w/ slight waves to it. generally, he wears it down, but occasionally will tie it into a braid.
eyes : nearly black eyes unless he gets that good Golden Hour lighting.
height : 5'5"
weight : 150
build : average -- relatively lazy (to the absolute dismay of his militant brother), but w/ the metabolism typical of a male his age.
skin : freckled and sunkissed.
body mods : traditional indigenous tattoos; small uniform dots circling the wrists and ankles. also a small stick'n'poke heart behind his right ear.
distinguishing features : tattoos + horzontal inch-long scar slightly above his right eyebrow
wardrobe : has a pretty diverse sense of what he wants to wear. the only thing that can be safely generalized is that it's all very form-fitting, thanks to his incessant need for attention.
inventory : always wearing a silver necklace with a castilleja engraved into the pendant. and a dagger given to him by his brother when he was about six.
face claim : willy cartier

psyche.

positive traits : loving, passionate, determined, confident, theatrical
negative traits : overwhelming, loud, possessive, cripplingly insecure, manipulative
skills : extremely skilled at navigating through wilderness, knows his snares, an exceedingly good shot with a bow. not so much a gun.
ailments : likely has an undiagnosed personality disorder.
fears : abandonment, being undesirable or unloveable

history.

nii's parents were living on an indian reservation in canada when everything went to shit and the isolation allowed them a significant advantage. they survived off the land in relative peace until they died together in 2020. in their firstborn's desperate attempt to secure the survival of his then-three-year-old brother, he fled south and immediately fell in with the wolves. cut to nii growing up within the world's most hysterical evolution to date surrounded by a group consisting almost entirely of militant men.

brought me up tough, but i was a gentle human

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[jay.rain]

no emotion, that's what business is

basics.

name : levi haywood
nickname : the soldier
age : 28
gender : male
sexuality : hetero (allegedly)
date of birth : june 29, 2007
race : salish native american
affiliation : former member of the wlf

visage.

hair : short black undercut.
eyes : sharp and alert. he could definitely be considered cute if he wasn't always glaring at something.
height : 5'11"
weight : 200
build : built -- he's a soldier and clings to that above all else. meaning he trains a crazy amount when food isn't too scarce.
skin : a little whiter than his brother for mysterious reasons. gets made fun of because it sometimes. hates that.
distinguishing features : very gnarly, poorly-healed scar running from the inside of his elbow to halfway down his right forearm.
wardrobe : cargo pants and t-shirts mainly.
inventory : his father's pistol.
face claim : michael hudson

psyche.

positive traits : loyal, competent, sharp, self-assured, clear
negative traits : unempathetic, arrogant, cold, toxically masculine, close-minded
skills : due to his self image being limited to that of a soldier, every combat-related skill has been honed since he was 13. also he plays piano and took serious lessons from age 6-13.
ailments : a shoulder injury that tweaks sometimes. also minor but annoying hearing damage.
fears : losing his baby brother

history.

levi's parents were living on an indian reservation in canada when everything went to shit and the isolation allowed them a significant advantage. they survived off the land in relative peace until they died together in 2020. in their firstborn's desperate attempt to secure the survival of his then-three-year-old brother, he fled south and immediately fell in with the wolves. he fit extremely well and spent the next 15 years learning how to be the version of a man idealized by the types of men in the wlf.

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• Name: Nomiki Liakos
  
  Nickname: Mickey
  
  Age: 19
  
  Date of Birth: January 13th, 2016
  
  Gender: Nonbinary (any pronouns)
  
  Sexuality: Bisexual
  
  Race/Ethnicity: Greek
  
  Affiliation: None
  

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• Hair: Mickey's hair is dark brown and curly. They keep it around a short/medium length, only cutting it when it starts to annoy them. If it's an option, they'll enlist someone else's help.
  
  Eyes: Similar to their hair, Mickey has dark brown, deep set eyes with visible bags underneath them from all the lost sleep.
  
  Skin: Mickey's skin is naturally warm and fair, but they also tan pretty well and tend to not burn so easily. While there are some imperfections from scraping with other kids and as a the result of surviving in a post-apocalyptic society, there isn't much else to note.
  
  Height: 5'8" | 172 cm
  
  Weight: 125 lbs | 57 kg
  
  Body/Build: Mickey stands at an average height but it seems as if they are still growing. They're agile and muscular, all that time spent working and/or doing things to improve their stamina and strength obviously paying off.
  
  Distinguishing Features: Their arms, chest, and back are covered in a collage of abstract stick and poke tattoos and their nose screams their Greek heritage.
  
  Wardrobe: Mickey lives in black, white, gray, and green articles of clothing. Most recently they can be found sporting a white t-shirt that's tucked into a pair of gray jeans, a green waterproof jacket over top of it, and black laced boots.
  
  Inventory: Mickey carries at least one gun and a knife at all times. They also like to keep blunts and a lighter on them for whenever a good chance to get high presents itself.
  
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• Personality: Mickey isn't hard to be around. They're amiable and competent. The issues arise when their assertive, competitive side comes out. Typically they have no problems working with others but under high stress situations, they can get snappy. Mickey is fiercly protective of those that they care about and will jump at any chance of a fight as they still haven't grown out of that "teenage rebellion".
  
  Positive Traits:
  - Friendly; Not a whole lot deters them from chatting with and being around people. They crave being social and have the dencency to do it successfully.
  
  - Earnest; Mickey's intentions are always straightforward and true. Up front, their motives are out there.
  
  - Hardworking; Half-assing something is unacceptable to Mickey. If they're going to do something, they're going to try their best to be committed and diligent.
  
  - Realistic; Mickey isn't scared of the world and doesn't shy away from the truth. They know the different between a pipe dream and a pragmatic outcome.
  
  - Protective; Mickey's loyalty is strong and defining. Anyone they care about, they're willing to do almost anything to protect them.
  
  Negative Traits:
  - Competitive; Call it aggression or competitiveness, but Mickey isn't willing to go down easily and that's how they get in trouble.
  
  - Possessive; Perhaps Mickey has a tendency to go overboard with their protectiveness.
  
  - Assertive; Ah yes. Maybe it is some sort of aggression. Mickey is a rebel at heart and they're sure that they're right.
  
  - Argumentative; Their willingness to argue goes along with every one of their other traits. To sum it up? They're annoyingly stubborn.
  
  Skills:
  - Hand-to-Hand Combat; Fighting with everyone all those years has paid off. Mickey is a skilled fighter and is almost guaranteed to be the better opponent unless the other brings a gun to the fist fight. Thankfully, the infected aren't particularly good at using guns.
  
  - Navigation; A special and important skill taught to them by their grandma. They know how to use the things around them to figure out where they are and reading maps is child's play.
  
  - Communication; Being as direct as they are, it's hard to misinterpret and have misunderstandings. Mickey has a powerful voice and being a decent person while chatting isn't too difficult.
  
  Fears: Mickey doesn't want to let anyone down. Most importantly, they don't want to fail at protecting their loved ones.
  
  Ailments: Mickey's got a minor tree nut allergy.
  
  

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• Backstory: Mickey likes to say that their parents were just survivors rather than the bandits they actually were. It's respectable because they stole and reigned terror in order to support their family, but the negative aspects of it is something Mickey ignores in order to reflect on the positives. It wasn't long that after Mickey was born that they met their fate of death, leaving Mickey's survival to their grandmother.
  
  It was fine, though. By the age of 9 Mickey was an expert in hunting and scavenging so when their grandmother could no longer endure the physical burden survival depended on, Mickey could care for the two of them without much trouble.
  
  This system persisted for several years with Mickey considering the idea of trying to locate a safer place for them-- a quarantine zone for example. Albeit, by the time the word of Seattle reached their ears, it was too late. From old age Mickey's grandmother had died and not wanting to be alone, Mickey set off on adventure. Seattle sounded like it could be something promising.
  
  

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• Name: Vincent Fujimori
  
  Nickname: Vince
  
  Age: 30
  
  Date of Birth: November 22nd, 2005.
  
  Gender: Cis Male
  
  Sexuality: Bisexual
  
  Race/Ethnicity: Half-Japanese and half-white
  
  Affiliation: Ex-smuggler, currently none
  

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• Hair: Vincent's hair is straight, black, and thick. It is usually styled rather short with the top being longer than the sides and back. The slight choppiness is an indication that he's his own hairdresser, but he's definitely improved over the years. His face is usually clean shaven, but that isn't always the case.
  
  Eyes: His eyes are slanted downwards with dark irises that nearly match his pupils.
  
  Skin: Relatively fair skin means that he burns easily but he also burises easily too. The years of wear and tear from doing odd jobs and making dangerous run has left him with too many scars to count.
  
  Height: 5'5" | 165 cm
  
  Weight: 112 lbs | 51 kg
  
  Body/Build: Vincent is a small and slender man that manages to carry himself in a way that makes him seem much taller than he actually is. Due to intense physical activity nearly ever day, his body is toned with visible muscle, making him a lot stronger than he initially appears.
  
  Distinguishing Features: His body is constellations of scars. There are several notable ones, however. He has a thick, deepset one that goes from his forehead, to the bridge of his nose, and across his right cheekbone. Another one goes down his back from his right shoulderblade to his left hip. Finally, near his right shoulder there is a round scar left from a bullet. He is missing his left leg but it has been replaced with a prosthetic he's crafted himself. It's hardly noticeable.
  
  Wardrobe: Vincent mostly wears neutral and dark colors with layers. He always wears boots, usually made with black or brown leather. His pants are usually dark, fitted jeans with a belt around them to hold weapons. He'll put on a light, longsleeve beneath a tshirt and on top of that he has a large, hardy jacket that ends mid-thigh. The sleeves have been cut, sewn back on, and have patches of different fabrics on them.
  
  Inventory: Vincent will never be caught dead without at least 2 knives, a gun, and his good luck charm, a dogtag with his mother's name on it.
  
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• Personality: Vincent is the product of layers upon layers of trauma and desperation for survival. He claims he doesn't do family nor love due to his cynical attitude. Attachments he views as weaknesses and yet, he cares all too much too quickly. The self-serving attitude is not only fake but severely flawed. He would never leave anyone behind if it can be avoided. The whole persona he created himself did, however, make him into a responsible person capable of making those hard decisions quickly while staying confident and unfazed. Being able to set aside emotions for later can be a powerful skill in the midst of a dangerous situation.
  
  Positive Traits:
  - Decisive; His brain works as quick as his feet. Make decisions is not a task he has a problem with.
  
  - Observant; Vincent is watchful and always has been. He notices when something is off relatively quickly.
  
  - Confident; Knowing where his own strengths and weaknesses lie insures his confidence. While some of it is just for show, he's aware of the importance because it improves his performance as opposed to when he is unsure of himself.
  
  - Loyal; Forming bonds can be difficult for him, but once he does he is fiercly protective and will surely have an undying loyalty. That is, until someone turns on him.
  
  - Creative; As an inventor and someone who has crafted multiple versions of his own prosthetics, Vincent is relatively creative. He is an expert at using what he's got to solve problems efficiently.
  
  Negative Traits:
  - Aggressive; Don't expect Vincent to play nice. He can be nasty with both his words and when fighting. He's always revving up to go and has the energy to put his money where his mouth is. He can back up his bark with a powerful bite and he is more than willing to do so.
  
  - Stubborn; Vincent like to subscribe to the "my way or the highway" ideology. He isn't much for giving in or backing down and will fight to the very last breath.
  
  - Cynical; After everything he's faced in life, it makes it hard for Vincent to believe or see the good in people. That should be pretty understandable.
  
  - Distant; Making connections is scary. Especially in the apocalypse. It's easier to try to not latch on to someone so it doesn't hurt as much when you inevitably lose them. Thus, emotionally he's not always all there.
  
  Skills:
  - Communication; Vincent may not be the most sensitive or diplomatic, yet communication still manages to be one of his strong suits. His directness and patience when delivering important messages and making deals almost always plays out in his favor. In addition, he is fluent in both Japanese and English, although the former is rather rusty.
  
  - Agility; Being smaller and in good shape has its benefits. Vincent can easily run, duck and jump. He can fight, but when it isn't the better option this skill in agility is useful. While he is missing his left leg and it makes him hobble a little more, it doesn't stop him from very much.
  
  - Lying; Vincent is an expert liar, being able to come up with believable scenarios on the spot to get out of tricky situation.
  
  - Weaponry; Killing someone is one thing. Being the reason someone dies is another. Otherwise, he's a brick wall. That's not true actually-- he doesn't like bridges.
  
  Fears: Mickey doesn't want to let anyone down. Most importantly, they don't want to fail at protecting their loved ones.
  
  Ailments: PTSD; The apocalypse in general is pretty traumatic, but he watched his parents die when he was younger and that is the root of his PTSD. Bridges are a trigger for him. His main physical ailment is his missing leg. He almost always wears a prosthetic, so much that occasionally he'll have to take breaks from rubbing his skin raw. He also still gets phantom pains.
  
  

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• Backstory: Vincent wasn't born into the apocalypse. He was around 7 or 8 when it first began. While most of it remains a blur, he can still recall the sheer chaos of it all. The national then global emergency being called didn't seem to phase his parents at first, who kept reassuring his brother and him that everything was going to be fine. Victor, Vincent's older brother, was right when he said that they should be more scared and was the first to die. On their way to a protected quarantine zone, they were attacked and Victor was killed.
  
  Many years were spent in the governent sanctioned quarantine zone of Las Vegas until it was overrun when Vincent was still a teenager. Once again, they were uprooted from their home. They were lucky, however after surviving off of whatever they could find for several weeks, they were cornered on a bridge by a group of hostile, lone survivors. After the execution of his parents and being shot in the leg several times, Vincent was rescued by some patrolmen of another QZ.
  
  His mangled leg was beyond saving and thus, it was amputated. While enduring the healing process, Vincent refused to just rest and instead picked up a hobby of creating. He made a prototype for his prosthetic. In addition, he doodle and perfected some "alarm" systems to handle the infected. It wasn't long after that he began walking again. Then he was running. And soon, he had fully regained his strength, although getting used to his missing leg was no easy task.
  
  After a while, Vincent served as a smuggler and and a patrolman. He always paired up with a woman named Claire. The two of them were no more and no less than acquaintances. However, on one particular round Claire had begun to interrogate him on the potential illegal activities he was taking part in. Saved by the bell or in this case, the infected, they had to take a detour after nearly being overwhelmed. The two of them came upon a bridge Claire insisted they were better off cross. There, they split up. Vincent refused to go across the bridge after experiencing intense fear, anxiety, and an excruciating pain he hadn't experienced for over a decade at just the thought.
  
  And when they parted, he just kept going-- away from the QZ, away from Claire-- away from everything and everyone he'd come to over over the past 15 years.Was it an act of self-preservation or was it self-destructive? Vincent didn't know. He did know that he didn't want to know what might have happened to Claire or what she might have done when they got back. He also didn't want to remember what had happened to him or his parents on that bridge.
  
  On his travels alone, there was a reoccuring message. Seattle. With nowhere else to go, that's where he headed.
  
  

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❝ Brenda Diep. ❞

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❝ basic. ❞

【name】— Brenda Diep.
【nickname(s)】— none.
【age】— 20.
【date of birth】— 11/20/2015.
【gender】— female.
【sexuality】— heterosexual/bicurious.
【race/ethnicity】— Vietnamese.
【affiliation】— none.

❝ Appearance ❞

【hair:】— straight, black, reaches just above her lower back, often down.

【eyes】— brown.
【skin】— tan olive colour, its as good as it gets during the apocalypse.
【body/build】— 5'7, she has a slim build, about 118lbs.
【distinguishing features】— on the back of her neck there is a really bad stick and poke tattoo of a middle finger.
【wardrobe】— Breda typically wears anything, although she still tries to be stylish even during the end of the world. You can find Brenda in an oversized red Harvard hoodie, black tights that have seen better days, a black pleated skirt, and navy blue hightop converse.
【inventory】— Brenda carries a Dominion Armas pistol, along with a couple boxes of ammunition. She has an ice pick as her melee weapon, a plastic water bottle with duct tape patches where holes should be, and an old tape recorder...no tapes. Food wise she has various candy bars, an almost finished bag of beef jerky, and two cans of pumpkin pie...no can opener.
【face claim】— Lana Condor

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【personality】— Brenda is very goofy and silly. She loves to make jokes and laugh, if the tension in the room is thick, its likely that she's gonna be the one to crack the first joke to try and calm everyone down. She understands that the world we live in you need to be tough and theres no place for jokes and laughter, but sometimes she doesn't know when to stop kidding around.

【positive traits】— charismatic, ambitious, cheerful, resourceful.
【negative traits】— selfish, rude, foolish, greedy.
【skills】— quick on her feet, basic lock picking abilities, knowledge on edible plants and fungi along with knowledge of dangerous plants and animals.
【fears】— apart from the obvious being eaten alive, Brenda is afraid of being rejected, being hated, dying alone, and don't even get mention spiders.
【ailments】— none.

❝ history ❞

Brenda was born two years into the end of the world, she never knew her parents. It was just her, her older brother Ben, and an old woman named Moria. They always traveled, only staying in one place for a max of 3 weeks. People joined their group, some left in search of better living...most died, but it was always the three. They never fought, they never got in each others way, and thats what kept them alive. By the time Brenda was 11 she knew how to fire a gun. Her brother taught her the basics of survival, what plants to eat, and what to stay away from, stuff like that. He taught her everything she knows. Moria was too...but as she grew older, she just couldn't fight, and the siblings couldn't keep taking care of her. Brenda was 15 Ben murdered Moira. Brenda thought of Moira as the mom she never had, and when she saw Ben kill her, she he didn't think the same. He said it was to keep Brenda and him alive, said that she was a burden to them, "dead weight" he called her. Brenda could see for the past year that Ben was slipping mentally. After that Ben didn't care for human life, he would shoot innocent people like it was nothing, then immediately steal from their corpses. The brother Brenda once knew, was corrupted and was devoured by evil. Brenda knew what she had to do, but she didn't know if she had the strength to do it. Brenda was 17 when she finally killed her brother. It was in his sleep, she slit his throat, the last thing she saw was his eyes staring her with an expression she could only describe as pure hatred. Ever since then she's been by herself, living from city to city. She heard about a new hope, a settlement in Seattle. She was tired of keeping one eye open at night, she was tired of the searching for food and water, she was just tired. She doesn't intend on staying long. So now she's making her way to what she thinks is a safe haven.

 

[powerline]

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BOBBIE BAEZ

"if we ever get to heaven, boys, it ain't because we ain't done nothin' wrong."

28

may 1st 2007

cisfemale

latina

gay

texan

former hunter

code by fudgecakez

- heres your one chance fancy -

- dont let me down -

HAIR. brown and bobbed with bangs
EYES. brown
SKIN. beige skin with a farmer's tan. lightly freckled on her nose, cheeks and top of ears. acne regularly pops up after a week or so without washing.
BODY/BUILD. rangy, 5'7", 135lbs, toned core muscles.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES. beauty mark above her mouth. rope burn scars around her left forearm, right thigh, and neck. various minor knife and bullet scars. heavy texan twang.
FACE CLAIM. taylor lashae

WARDROBE. worn and faded leather roper boots, yellow kerchief tied around her hair or neck, and a belt with a heavy buckle. traded out her cattleman hat and shorts for more weather appropriate clothes. wears scavenged clothes in layers, still getting used to the seattle rain, and keeps to drab olives and browns.
INVENTORY. prehistoric walkman with an outlaw country's greatest hits cassette, revolver and corresponding ammo, hunting knife, extra pair of wool socks, and homemade rabbit jerky.

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PYSCHE. Raised an easy going cowgirl who ain't afraid to her hands dirty, Bobbie exudes macho vibes like a skunk gives out stink - this new world doesn't exactly favor the gentle and squeamish. She's kind though, as much as she can be before it's considered doting and overlaps on her potential gain. She likes an underdog, likes sticking up for an underdog and likes thinking maybe it means somewhere deep down there's still some semblance of goodness in her after all the bad she's done. But push comes to shove, and she's back to reaching for the knife before asking questions.

POSITIVE TRAITS.
> flexible
> confident
> relaxed
> open-minded

NEGATIVE TRAITS.
> amoral
> uncouth
> vindictive
> rowdy
> neglectful

SKILLS.
> Horseback riding, she's been doing it for the better part of her life. She used to rein in, saddle up, and break down a certain quarter horse quicker than you could utter ' horse girl'.
> Roping, handy for restraining livestock or kidnapping.
> Charismatic - to some. Lot of folks can't resist a helping of good ol' southern charm and hospitality.
> Hunting/Skinning, Bobbie can fix up a good snare or, hell, just go ahead and shoot the damn thing. And she knows enough on how not to let it go to waste to keep her fed and, sometimes, stocked.

FEARS. a slow death. prolonged isolation. love. commitment.
ALIMENTS. survivor's guilt.

BORN in a small Central Texas town, Roberta Baez lost her mama early in the outbreak. She was six, too young to concretely remember a face, but old enough to recall the shifting memories of her mother in textures and smells. Her dad and older sister were her remaining family from then on, along with a small portion of the former town's residents. They formed a makeshift group, a support system when FEDRA placed them in a quarantine zone, then group again when they, alongside other strangers, overthrew it.

SHE grew up real country after that, 11 then and learning to ride, rope, and shoot on dusty, yellow stretches of desert. The group moved up into West Texas wherein their leader got kicked by horse, buried, and quickly replaced by a woman bent on settling a feud in the Panhandle. Bobbie's posse was nearly wiped out at the end of a six month conflict with another group of hunters, and forced back down south. The remaining members splintered after that, and Bobbie, directionless and under the influence of a former partner, rode up the Rio Grande into Colorado in search of her girlfriend's long lost family. The pair moved onward after a fruitless effort and when they found themselves smack dab in hostile territory.

THEY were someplace in Idaho when she lost her girlfriend and horse to clickers. Bobbie moved west then by chance, following a streak of luck mother nature provided until it would land her back at the feet of people.

 

[scorpiodragon]

You guys wanna revive this or no? We could pick up where we left off or just start over and do our C&P (copy & paste).

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[scorpiodragon]

If anyone who was in this ever wants to do it again, I'm throwing something together on discord.