TWD Season 2 Episode 1: All That's Left

[SuperChocoMilk]

Hey, put all of your characters on this page, as you can probably guess.


Name:


Age:


Gender:


Appearance:


Apparel:


History: (includes the two years into the apocalypse we currently have been in)


Personality:


Equipment: (nothing super badass, I will tell you if it's too much.)


And no silent freaks who throw knives. Nobody acts like that. Nobody.

 

[Quintessential]

Hair: Her flyaway dark locks are known for their softness; the harvest brown ringlets, when left down, fall to her ribcage, usually left into a simple milkmaid braid, twisting atop her head, so as to keep out of her eyes. They stream down in a dark mass, to curl at the tip, allowing for dramatic wind storms, and the need to carry bobby pins everywhere.


Eye colour: A very complicated mix of greys, blues, and lighter shades of both, her orbs are difficult to place, and usually reffered to as dark, misty, or just blue or chartreuse. However, her eyes are not unnatural, they are just dark.


Form/Body: She stands taller than the rest. A willowy figure, Monday is 5'7, with broad shoulders. Her hips, a tab bit less wide than her shoulders, are still firm, alike her toned stomach. Fair, light skin, she has blemishes from past injuries, common teenage skin dilemmas, and more. Her facial structure is feminine, with thin cheekbones and a small nose. Her lips, while not particularly large in size, or plump, are a natural pinkish tinge.


Other: Overall, she is a thin-framed, light girl on her feet, 109 pounds. Her feet are size 8, clothes size 2 in jeans, and wears small shirts. Her regular attire is most commonly a pair of tight-fitting darkwash jeans, allowing her to run comfortably as well, and perhaps a sleeveless button up shirt. She wears boots, for the ankle support they offer for sport activities.


Personality: Her psychology, while strategic and objective, lacks confidence in her intuition. She may not always trust her gut, and is very self-critical. The girl may, perhaps, feel a sense of relief when left alone, which is where her best ideas come from. Monday hates silence, and loves the majesty of words. She can often find herself drawing letters in the sand subconsciously, or tracing a patterned shape over and over.


She is quick thinking and observant, and rather quick to judge, based on first impressions. Trust is easy to find, but not to earn in her. She is not trusting of people until she gets to know them.


Monday, when introduced, may come off as rude, and cold, and she is the latter. She is cold, in the horribly polite kind of way. She will always point out mistakes, but help you correct them without friendliness. However, once you have earned her trust, she will gradually warm up to you. If she is unhappy, it's rather possible that no one would know.


She is more calm towards people who are likewise. Loud, obnoxious people would easily piss her off, but she would never advance to them, rather just, somewhat ignore them to an extent.


History: Only one of her parents are alive. Her mother, whose name was Mary-Katherine Goldreux, was a very irresponsible mother of her four children. The woman's feelings, opposing to Monday, almost make her evil, of a sort. The eldest, twenty-one year old Matthew, was born in an abandoned barn, at the time when Mary-Katherine was merely a young adult. When the boy was young, he was frequently whisked off to another room while the month-pregnant mother and her other single friends drank for hours on end.


Despite all the alcohol into her system, Gwen, who was the outcome of a one-night stand of one of her mother's drinking buddies husbands, was born in a homeless shelter to the broke woman. Living off food stamps, she took shelter in the home, but her two children could not stay. They were given up and put up for adoption, and never heard from their birth mother again.


Monday had been adopted by a single father, with one child already, a thirteen year old girl, who adored the adopted girl to bits. From that point on, Monday pretty much forgot her troubled past, and focused on the future.


Monday attended public school as soon as she was placed in the new home. Her adoptive father wanted her to be educated, and she did. With mostly As, and a few Bs, Monday was a great student. Her worst point, however, was drama class.


As the apocalypse started, Monday because a leader. As quiet as she was, she was few among the thousand-to-one ratio between walkers and humans to be only barely fazed by the event.


Equipment: Monday will have a 44 Magnum Rifle (If that is alright) that she will acquire from a pawn shop. Currently, she has a large kitchen knife.


Strengths:


Strategic, objective, and polite. She is well-spoken, and easy to trust. Monday, who works best alone, can, at times, work well in a group. Her eye for detain makes her a worthy opponent, ally, or neutral.


Weaknesses:


She is cold to newcomers, and is quick to judge on first impressions. Her trust is hard to get, and getting close to her is even more of a challenge.


Apparel: She wears a holster shirt, black leggings, and a Kelty Coyote 80 Internal Frame Pack, half filled with bottled water and canned food. A grey jacket is worm on her arms, but not fully zipped up. She sports a brown tactical belt, slung with a hammer for defense.


(Might be too much, I'm reusing my character. I didn't get much done ast season, and there's no reason to waste this sign up. Let me know if I'm overdoing it, please!)

 

[Castello]

Name:

Yumi Lee

This is practically what she is wearing and looks like. The only difference is her hair is in tatters and along her faces are many skinny scratches. However much to skinny to be those of a Walkers. She is about 5'4




Apparel

She wears a tradition Ky?d? uniform (Which is sort of like the one in the picture). It has a bright red skirt and her top is bright white... or it used to be. In sporting events hers was always the cleanest, but now, after two years of an apocalypse it has seen much better days. The skirt has been cut up to about her hip. Her tunic is covered in blood and dirt, almost so much so that it is hard to tell that it was ever white. She also has a small backpack with some supplies and is over her quiver with a large set of arrows, each sharp enough to lightly touch and draw blood.




Age:

24




Gender:

Female




History:

Yumi was born in Beijing China in a rather wealthy part of town. Her parents were extremely harsh and never seemed to love her as much as her two older brothers who excelled at school. In order to stand out and impress her parents, she vigorously trained in martial arts aswell as academics. Almost naturally succeeded at both and easily surpassing her brothers. This definitely caught their attention and she was almost like a pride providing product, rather than an actual human being. She was dressed pretty and took part in tournaments, for Ky?d?, kendo and tae kwon do. She excelled at each of these, always scoring in the top 3 for each of them and remaining undefeated in the art of the bow, Ky?d?. Even with all this going on, she also always did excel at school... Well except for the social part of it.

Yumi was often lonely, seeking the sky, which she dubbed father and the sun, which she named her mother for friendship and comfort. At school it seemed like she always had a lot of free time, since she did indeed finish homework before the other kids. Even though all she wanted to do was impress her mother and father, there was an unknown sadness coming over her, one that she never did deal with or confront.

About a week before the apocalypse she travelled all the way to America for a Kendo tournament, one that might have very well put her on the map. However, we all know how it goes, the Walkers come and shit goes down.

Soon she was surrounded by corpse's of her competition whom she tried to survive along with but because she was the superior one, she out lived them all. She always avoided groups and anyone asking for her help, that was until she came across Dean. She found him on the street, starving and slowly bleeding to death. He was so hungry that he could no longer move his legs, all his energy we spent on crying for a reason she never inquired. She could never forget his eyes, his expression, she couldn't leave him, she just couldn't. She took the boy into her hospitality, actually conversing with a human being for once. She was actually... sort of happy.

Her and Dean forged a very strong friendship since they relied on heavily each other. Dean did the communication with other people, navigated and taught her proper English while Yumi fended off the Walkers with ease.

About one and half years have passed and the two still remain together.




Personality:

Yumi is a quiet and intoverted girl. She never really talks unless she has to or it is to Dean and it always seems like she is lost in thought. While she isn't exactly unfriendly, she has trouble making friends or getting on strong terms with people and will often shun them for even talking to her. She has a very strong personality and won't go down without a fight, she won't give in unless a giant meteor shaded her eyes. She also seems to be a little childish at times, still holding close to the Sky and Sun that she loved as a child and hates when thing don't go her way.




Equipment:

• Dao (Chinese Short Sword)
• Bow and Arrow
• Practical Items

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  A weapon she often uses to combat walkers with. It is in surprisingly good shape for all it has gone through. (It is located on the side of her hip where she torn her dress.)
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  A quiet weapon, but is a little weaker than most bows since it was used for sporting. But it can easily puncture a Walker's skull if pulled back for enough. (slung over her back)
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Matches: She only has three left. (kept in her backpack pockets.)
  
  
  
  
  
  Blanket: A smallish blanket that is able to fit her small body completely. (Takes up half of her backpack space.)
  
  
  
  
  
  Winter jacket: A very long winter jacket that is able to keep some of her legs mildly warm. (Takes up the rest of the space along with the blanket.)
  
  
  
  
  
  Can Opener: A sharp tool for opening cans of food. (Kept in her other free pocket)
  
  
  
  
  
  

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Name:

Dean Shaneson

This is almost exactly what he looks like, the only really different thing is what he is wearing. However he does have a multitude of bruises on his face and there is a rather noticable one under his left eye.

Apparel:

Dean wears a leather jacket so that Walkers have a tough time latching onto him, however for 'style' reasons he likes to keep it open so that his that his white shirt can be seen. He wears baggy jeans that have suffered many rips and tears, but yet they still stand. Underneath his pants people can see is long johns that could very well be the thing that prevents him from acquiring frost bite there. He also wears a black toque and to pair that he also wears navy blue cotton gloves. He also has a really big backpack.




Age:

17

Gender:

Male

History:

Dean was born to some pretty poor conditions. His mother had just broken up with a farmer for reasons that were entirely her fault and Dean grew up without a father figure in his life and his mother barely sane enough to deal with him. He was often beaten by his mother, which gave him the bruise under his left eye, which never seemed to heal. Perhaps it was his body's way of saying that you have it bad? He lived in poverty and did poorly in school, failing most of his classes. But did that ever make him frown? Never.

Dean was always a happy kid and no one ever knew why, he was just that way. He enjoyed making other people laugh and was always the person you wanted to be around. He had lots of friends supporting him and when the zombie apocalypse struck they were there for him.

When the dead came back to life his mother saw this as the perfect opportunity for a suicide. Dean tried to stop her, but she was so determined after seeing their neighbour get devoured, he just let her go and she leaped off the roof of their apartment complex. However that didn't bring him down. At this point a group of his friends met up at the school playground motivated to survive this thing. There were parents and even some police who were willing to help them survive. Five hours later, they were all dead except for little old Dean himself. His funny Uncle always said his chirp attitude and luck were traits his father had, but Dean didn't see himself lucky this time. For once in his life time he felt sadness and after a week of wandering the street, miraculously avoiding the Walkers he soon felt death tug at his collar, finally. He had lost all hope, until Yumi came for him.

He remembers how nonchalant the woman looked, she was covered in blood and killed five walkers just to get to him, but yet her look was still stone still. Not a eye batted. She was his glimmer of hope, someone who was strong enough not die, with his luck and her brawn there was no loosing.

Once he got close to the introverted archer, Yumi, they began to exchange stories of their past life. Hell, he was even able to make her laugh, which was cutest thing imaginable. And finally, his old happy attitude returned, and he would spend the rest of the apocalypse till now with his new Chinese friend Yumi.

Personality:

Dean is a super happy type of guy. He doesn't like to feel sadness and he loves to make other people happy. He is extremely good at communicating with other people and he is very charismatic, not to mention he has very charming in voice. However he is slightly naive and will often let his curiosity get the better of him and he can be rather stupid and too quick to make decisions. He hates to be a burden and will do all in his power to pull his weight and rally the spirits of others.

Equipment:
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• Hunting Rifle
• Knife
• Food and other

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  A Rifle that can piece the heads of Walkers, but Dean prefers to use it on deer. He hasn't exactly mastered it, but his uncle taught him the basics. (He can either sling over his arm, but he'd rather carry it. he has about thirty bullets left, half which he keeps in his pocket, the other half in the side of his backpack.)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  A extremely sharp knife he found off a dead military Walker. He prefers to use it practically, but it can be used as a weapon. (He keeps in its sheath on the side of his hip.)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Food: Dean carries around a lot of food, in his backpack there is containers and canteens of: Beef Jerkey, canned soups, dried fruit, Juice powder, two full fresh water canteens and a bottle of wine they planned to trade if they ran into someone wanting it.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Logan's red truck: A truck owned by Dean's father. However Dean is unaware. Though it is an ugly looking thing, it is a powerhouse and came with two full jerry cans as well as vegetable and grain seeds. (Dean has the keys in his backpack pocket and is the one to drive it.)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Sleeping bag: A warm cocoon for Dean to sleep in. (He keeps this on top of his backpack and behind his head.)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

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[SuperChocoMilk]

Both of you are accepted!

 

[amended]

Name

James Fodder




Age

23

Gender

Male

Appearance

Apparel

James is dawned with a Vintage M-65 Field Jacket;

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Spoiler

Some snug fitting jeans;

And some 40's combat boots;

Also not to mention his field cap;

History

Before the apocalypse, James worked hard as a musician. He plays both the keyboard and melodica but sometimes practices with guitars, so he has some training with an acoustic. Once he heard about the zombies, he scrounged up what money he had and got as much supplies as possible along with two guns and some ammo. He camped out in his house for about a week but he was forced to leave and burn his house down along with all the shambling corpses that tried to mess with him inside.

He roamed for quite some time and he even made a neat little gadget along his journey. James has even met some pretty neat people on the way, he's not even sure how he's survived for 2 years but he made it.

Personality

James is a pessimist, he's more prone to seeing the bad side of things and has had 3 mental breakdowns. James seems to find relaxation in drinking coffee, which is pretty hard to find nowadays, you can see his predicament. He seeks people to try and socialize with but again, you can see his predicament.

Equipment

He has a medic's bag with some supplies such as food, water, and ammo;

His Ithaca Model 37;

His Remington Escort Pistol on a sleeve holster that he made himself;

 

[BloodThunder27]

BName: Careena Furusawa

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Appearance:


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Apparel:

Black Battle Dress Uniform + Combat Boots

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History:

Careena grew up in a Military Family as the eldest child and had one younger sister named Sarah. Although it didn't seem likely, she was actually tomboyish and grew up as her Father's Daughter as did Sarah. While Careena herself was into the Military, Sarah enjoyed Skateboarding. Around the time she was seventeen, Sarah got killed in a Hit-and-Run Accident while Skateboarding. She enlisted into the Marines later that year with parental consent. Following High School, Careena had to deal with a lot of sexism during her early days in the military, but often left her drill instructors and commanding officers impressed and in awe. She graduated from Basic top of her class. Over the course of her Military Career, she served three combat tours. Over time, she went from a gentle town girl to a battle-hardened soldier. On her third combat tour in Afghanistan, in a mission gone horribly wrong, half of her squad would be killed in a Taliban Ambush and at least three more would be killed in a suicide bombing, leaving only her and three others. After her third tour, Fazzari discharged honorably as a Sergeant First Class. After leaving the Military, she joined the Wounded Warriors Project in hopes of spending time with veterans, as many of them would be able to sympathize with her post-duty. To support her Family financially, she became a Gun Instructor and opened up a Firearms Safety Class.

Two years into the Zombie Apocalypse that enveloped the world, Careena has been consistently on the road, having yet to find a Safe Haven or even a place to call home. Really, she was alone; her parents had committed suicide believing that she was dead and her sister having died many years earlier. With no one to call an ally or even a friend, Careena continues to drift, scavenging for supplies wherever she goes.




Personality:

Careena is determined, concentrated and independent. At first glance (and in reality), she is cold and standoffish, distancing herself from others. She only looks out for herself and doesn't care if anyone else is left behind. This attitude mainly stems from her time in the US Marines, where she served in the Military for six years. Despite being taught teamwork in the Military, Careena still has major trust issues and has much trouble showing compassion as a Battle-hardened Soldier. Why she has such a bitter outlook on life is because her younger sister was taken from her in her youth and it only amplified when her parents committed suicide by overdosing on drugs because they thought that she was dead.

Equipment:

Elbow Pads & Knee Pads

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Tactical Vest

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Shooting Gloves

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'Samurai Edge' Beretta 92/FS Custom Handgun

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Combat Knife

Beretta 92/FS 20-Round Magazine

AR-15 30 Round Magazine (Compatible with most Rifles)

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[SuperChocoMilk]

Both are accepted!

 

[travelbypages]

Name:


Billie Avery


Age:


22


Gender:


Female


Appearance:

Apparel:

History:


Billie had been just a normal college student for the visual arts, before the apocalypse, before everything went to hell. With friends and family.


When everything started going bad Billie found a group, they grew to become her family. But something terrible happened, they we're ambushed by bandits and left for dead. Billie was the only one who escaped.


She's been alone for 5 months now, she can't trust anyone... there are no good people left.


Personality:


Before everything happened Billie was a very nice, smart and helping person. Since then she's changed, she seems cold hearted, sad, lonely. She pushes people away from her. Maybe she will trust again, be happy. But that won't be for a long long time.


Equipment:


All she keeps is a hatchet and a handgun.


She also carries a small sketchbook and a little set that consists of a piece of charcoal, two pencils, a fine tip pen, and an eraser.

 

[SuperChocoMilk]

Accepted.

 

[BloodThunder27]

So when do we get started?

 

[SuperChocoMilk]

[QUOTE="Kawashima Thunder]So when do we get started?

[/QUOTE]
Right now I'm waiting on a few of the others to write up their character sheets.

 

[travelbypages]

When do we start captain choco

 

[SuperChocoMilk]

Right now I'm waiting on a few of the others to write up their character sheets.

 

[Deeox2]

Name: “John” Loyal


Age: 23


Gender: Male


Appearance: Short brown hair that was cut by an amateur. Brown eyes, short and flat nose.


Apparel: A light brown trench coat with a dark brown baseball cap. Underneath is a simple knitted shirt, dark blue jeans and a chest holster for a pistol.


History: You know how much University costs? A whole lot. Seeing the entire campus covered in walkers? Now that just exemplified that all that money had gone down the drain. A five hour drive out of town and a run in the forest set us on a two year path filled with death and destruction. I've lost more friends than I can count, each one piled up until I didn't even care that they had died, but rather that my leadership had failed them.


First year, I lost my best friend. Second year, I lost my eye. Walkers aren't even a problem half the time, it’s the fact that people use them as an excuse to murder. Someone stabbed me in the eye with a screwdriver and Faith shot them in the face shortly after. The bond of trust that we have solidified the idea of movement in our minds. We could never stay in one place, using everyone and everything we could to survive.


Then I lost her for five months.


Personality: Loyal goes by a self-appointed book of rules when he can. He has a general distrust of everyone he did not know before the apocalypse. Like Kamaz, he has severe emotional weak points that can be exploited with the correct wordings.


Equipment: A wallet filled with faded, wrinkled and fragile pictures. A pistol.


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Name: “Faith” Kamaz


Age: 22


Gender: Female


Appearance: Boyish black hair, sharp brown eyes and a tall nose.


Apparel: A dark green jacket and dark blue jeans. She has a medium length scabbard that she displays prominently on her right side, a chest holster for a pistol on her left side, also displayed


History: I am Faith, reborn in the new world to thrive and bring about the next generation survivors. In the year before my rebirth, I met the Mother, a messiah who showed me my true path in the world and helped me forget all that held me back. John tells me that I was a student, and that I studied the sciences. He also tells me that I had a significant other, but he tells me not of what they were. The Mother taught me all the skills necessary to survive, and I intend to create the newest race of elite as the Mother taught me.


Personality: Kamaz's brainwashing has made her into a highly religious individual. Her philosophical views make her morality very black and white, and decision making very easy. Like Loyal, she has holes that can be emotionally exploited with the right words and phrasings.


Equipment: A falchion and a pistol.

 

[GalaxyGirl]

Name: Evelyn Haling

Age: 20


Occupation: Peace Corps member, Red Cross volunteer


Appearance: Small and lean, with wild curly, brown with natural sun-lights usually thrown in a messy bun.


Apparel: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=128608108


Personality: A bit quiet and shy, but sweet. Loyal and caring to the point that she seems a bit naïve at times. She has a big heart, and it pains her not to help everyone she sees in trouble. The apocalypse has been difficult for her, as she sees the suffering of others on a day-to-day basis.


Equipment: A shabby first-aid kit, matches, a gallon jug of water tied to an old army backpack with paracord, a flashlight with batteries, one emergency flare, a knife she hides in her sleeve, and a pistol that she has never had to use. Has a thin blanket she wears during the day as a headscarf or a shawl. She also has an inhaler.


Strengths: Knowledge of people and the way the act, basic sustainability skills from her time in the Peace Corps. Speaks a few languages, including ASL. Stealthy and quick. Learned from the Aeta people of the Phillipines and thus is used to nomadic travelling as well as knowledgable in their knife-fighting style.


Weaknesses: Doesn't know much about weapons besides the knife, and doesn't want to. She has an odd compassion for the Walkers, as she sees the fallen family members. She cannot imagine what it must feel like to be a Walker. Though she is compassionate, she is not stupid, and avoids combat situations. She knows she would kill a Walker if she had to. Relations: Doesn't know anyone in the group.


Name: Asher LaMontague (13 years old)


Appearance:

Occupation: Citizen of the community


History: Asher's family was killed near the beginning of the apocalypse. Since then he has been with the community. Asher has learned many fighting strategies from the men in the community, and has even gone on a few supply runs with them. Because of this, is is experienced with Walkers, though his fighting strategies lie mostly with sticking behind and sniping rather than melee attacks. He is secretly terrified of the walkers and constantly has nightmares of them.


Personality: Asher is actually very outgoing and silly. He is friendly, but has no tact and will end up blurting something offensive if he speaks for too long. He is misguided and really yearns for someone to take care of him. However, he keeps up a tough-guy ruse and sometimes can be a little shit.


Apparel: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=135585575


Weapons: Sniper rifle (Barret M82), a small knife and pistol, knowledge of explosives.

 

[amended]

When will we start?

 

[Sarafina30]

Name: Aylaela Rivard

Age: Twenty One

Gender: Female

Appearance:

A few months back Aylaela cut her hip length locks in favor of a short bob that was easy to maintain, having grown it out slightly since then. Her eyes are remorseless for strangers, a softer kind gaze saved for her companions. Callouses and scars cover her palms and knuckles, the evidence of years of hard labor.




Apparel: A snug white t-shirt turned gray from lack of soap and stained with brown splatters accompanied by holy blue jeans. Slung around her neck is a chain tucked into her shirt, two gold wedding bands clinging on.​

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History: A sweet religious farm girl, Aylaela lived her life on the family farm as a fifth generation Rivard. She grew up in a morally centered home, working the land beside her parents and two siblings. Life was simple, the only uproar being her older brother as the first Rivard to attend college. When the dead started walking, contact was lost between the eldest sibling, and the small family was confused as to what had happened across the country. They were rudely awakened when the smallest of the four was attacked by the dead and joined them, the parents soon following, leaving the middle child, Aylaela, to flee from her childhood home.

Two hard months passed before the teen chanced on Crawford, the place saving her from starvation and leading her to meet a small group of survivors. When chaos erupted within the walls of dead, she ran with these new strangers, putting her luck in with them rather than going solo again. With that split second decision, Aylaela found friends and family to put her trust in, though the girl hardly knew it then. Their group made it to Wickford, an isolated town that offered a semblance of safety, accentuated by the sudden appearance of Aylaela's brother and the leader's daughter, both thought to be dead. This came crashing down with the presence of a malevolent group calling themselves the Blood Dragons, leaving them be for a few months of winter before deciding to attack, taking a few of the group as prisoners. Brought to their camp, Aylaela was one of these prisoners, including her brother, and the memory is one of pain and suffering. Before their group could plan any kind of rescue, the sick minds of the Blood Dragons crucified Braeden, Aylaela's brother. Scarred by the horrific event, Aylaela lost herself for a time, pulling away from her adopted family and inwards, not completely present until a horde split their group, and the woman woke up to the horror around her.

Within the next week, Aylaela witnessed more death than she had the entire apocalypse, and watched as most of her family died before her. A hardened, logical leader; a father and guide; warriors and friends alike. Within the chaos of death, her best friend was left behind, an energetic and sweet red-head. At the end of it all only a few survived; a tough boy at the edge of manhood, two fatherless girls, and a man whom she came to love.​

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Personality: Aylaela had always been one for words rather than rash decisions, and that quality has continued on with her. Growing up in a religious home, that background affects how she views topics, but she feels disconnected from the heavenly almighty and is currently lost on that subject. The events of the past years has hardened the once welcoming girl, allowing her to shut out any new faces to keep her small family safe.

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Equipment: A black holster hugs her waist, a gift from Braeden on her twentieth birthday, holding a small handgun that she resents using. A crowbar is her main weapon of choice, and she won't shy away from using it.

A dark blue beaten up backpack hangs on her shoulders, carrying an extra shirt, a large blanket, and a few cans of food.

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[Graybay]

Name: Beckett Sullivan

Age: Just very recently turned 8.

Gender: Female

Appearance: She has lightly tanned skin with her cheeks, nose, and shoulders all dotted with many freckles. A small, yet very noticeable gap lies between her two front teeth. She has dark, chestnut brown eyes. Her hair is dirty blonde and real wavy, and ends just above her shoulders. It's currently a bit longer than she usually prefers; usually, it's cropped short right around the middle of her neck. She has two little pink earrings in both ears that she's always had.

Apparel: A baggy, stained, navy blue sweatshirt with some kind of logo on it that's much too faded out to read. She keeps the sleeves pushed up to her elbows most of the time. She pairs this with a pair of loose fitting jeans and some black leather boots that are ripping up and stuff at this point. She wears/carries around her father's green army-styled jacket, the only thing he left behind, although it is completely huge on her.

History: Lead a pretty average childhood up until the apocalypse happened. She lived with her dad alone and never did find out what happened to her mother. She stayed with her dad for a good while into the apocalypse, and saw a lot of people die. This seems obvious, everyone has seen a lot of people die, but a good amount of those people were by her father's own hand, much to her horror. One day, however, she woke up and the only trace of him ever even being there was the coat he had left behind. She never did see him again, and has long since given up the hope that she would. The only reason she survived is because of a boy named Evan. She has stuck with him since she found him; or he found her, rather, in the city of Charlotte, and quite obviously has put a lot of trust in him,

Personality: She is very brave, not to say that she still isn't terrified of the world around her, but she had always been a brave kid and that quality now just happened to be put to the test every day. She isn't the type to freeze up if scared, but instead take action and do what she has to. This can lead to some too-quickly thought out decisions. She easily trusts people, which can be either good or bad, and is somewhat naive. She tries to stay out of the way and doesn't talk much unless prompted or unless she really feels she will add to the conversation, but if the other seems even a little interested in what she has to say then she will definitely talk. She is very curious, and asks a lot of questions just to ensure she knows what's going on. She tries to be as helpful as possible, because in all honesty she's a little afraid that if she isn't helpful enough, or fast enough, or anything enough that she will be left behind again. In summary; she's brave, curious, naive, a little quiet unless the situation calls for otherwise, and tries to be as helpful as she can.

Equipment: Only a large kitchen knife that she has had ever since her dad left her. She keeps it in the pocket of her coat, and will not hesitate to use it if she's forced to. She would love to know how to protect herself with something more useful, however, although she's a bit timid about asking.​

 

[CommodoreOlaf]

Name: Sam Albus


Age: 20


Gender: Male


Apparel: a new pair of clementine underwear, light gray track jacket over a bluish sweater (pictured), khakis, a leather belt, wool socks, worn Timberland boots


History: Sam lost contact with his family ever since the beginning of the outbreak. Although for a short a time, he found refuge in the city of Crawford, where he met many of the people he knows/knew now. There, he also met Aylaela, a sweet farm girl who's captured his heart. The group left and found themselves in a new town: Wickford. They had high hopes to settle but a sudden swarm of zombies left them crippled.


A crazy violent gang, calling themselves the Blood Dragons easily scooped most of the group up and held them hostage, forcing them to rebuild the town over the course of 13 months, presumably for their own sick entertainment. It was at the end of the 13 months that Sam encountered a supervising Blood Dragon who turned out to be his brother, Damien. Sam thought their relationship as brothers would help the group, but he was mistaken. Damien shot Sam in the leg with no hesitation. A couple survivors had escaped before they had a chance to be taken. The group was then brought to their home base and was tortured for days. However, the rest of the survivors returned with newfound allies and rescued them, effectively disbanding the Blood Dragons.


Sam and the group escaped to the Root, the newfound allies' hideout but was ambushed by another horde of zombies. This split the group in half and eventually the two groups, led by survivors Jon and Nathan, went their own ways, driven by their own agendas. Jon's group went towards the city of Charlotte and Nathan progressed towards a military base. Both groups suffered heavy losses and few people survived. This is their story..


New History: Sam, after recent events, was left crippled and weak. His injury had reduced him to limping and leaning on whatever supportive structure he could find. This was especially frustrating for him, coming from an athletic background. It was during an attempt to cross a gap between buildings did he fully realize the extent of his injury and fell some stories to the street below. At this point, he was as good as dead, but the survivors had hope. Sam has no idea how they did it, but they managed to carry him to a safe place where he woke up from unconsciousness and found himself, amazingly, alive. In pain, but alive.


As a period of a year comes around, Sam is in better condition. Daily exercise and stretching has allowed him to walk again without the aid of supportive structures/people/apparatus. For Sam, jogging is an excruciating task but doable and running is next to impossible. As one of the older members of the group, he has taken active leadership positions and watches over the group more carefully than normal.


Personality: Sam used to have an easygoing air about him that allowed him to endure the tumultuous events of life easily. He'd make jokes to make friends and quip to ease the mental and physical pains that developed. However, as time went on and things happened, Sam adopted a more serious character that he felt he needed in order to survive. Especially after the encounter with his brother, he rarely cared for enjoying what was left of life like how he would have in the beginning of it all. Relationships, both created and broken, have affected the way he thinks and acts and for a while after, he was just trying to live.


Equipment: Backpack, another set of clothes, a rusty katana, (from the previous season), and a pocket knife

 

[Loke Fullbuster]

Name: Tyson Brandoff

Age: 13

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Apparel: Tyson can be found dawning a plain black shirt, and a dark blue, long sleeved denim shirt over it. To accommodate this ensemble, Tyson also has a pair of black jeans that hug his legs snugly. This is all topped of with a cross necklace (given to the boy by his father the day of the crash), a pair of tan hiking boots, and his younger sisters friendship bracelet.

History:
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• Pre-Apocalyptic:
  
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  Originally from Texas, Tyson grew up in a strict catholic household. Although his parents kept the reigns held pretty tight on Tyson and his siblings, there was of love in the house, and arguments were seldom to none.
  
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• Post-Apocalyptic: After nearby cities were evacuated for an unknown reason, Tyson and his family were told that their had been some type of deadly gas released into the Texas atmosphere, and that they needed to take refuge in another state, so they decided to take a plane to a town outside of Atlanta, Georgia, where they planned to stay with relatives until it was safe to go back. A couple of hours into the flight there was some sort of commotion going on at the front of the plane, rumor had it, someone had died on their flight, so Tyson's father went to go check on it. A couple minutes later an audible scream was heard and several more cries. To top it all off the plane was going down, and before he knew it, they had crashed in a field, a little ways outside of Atlanta. Tyler later woke up to find that he was the only other survivor of the crash. After being dragged away from the crash the boy and his uncle made their way to the nearby town where they were told the true nature of the situation... The Dead Had Arisen. They were everywhere and the only believed safe haven they knew of, was the city of Atlanta.
  
• Atlanta: During his very short time in Atlanta, Tyler found himself constantly being assaulted, whether it be by walkers or by the constant street bombings. There he saw a lot of deaths and after that experience, he grew weary of the city.
  
• Post-Atlanta: Tyson and his uncle were wrong, they found out the hard way that Atlanta was not what they believed it to be. After making it out of the city alive, Tyson and his uncle headed from town to town looking for a place to call home, a permanent haven for the survivors. Eventually they ran into trouble with a community they believed to be safe, it wasn't. In an escape attempt, Tyson's uncle sacrificed his life to save Tyson. Tyson made it out unscathed. The death of his uncle set the boy into a downward spiral. Tyson had given up. Alone in the woods and on the verge of death, Tyson was rescued by this beautiful, amazing girl who he owes his life to, and her name... is Cynthia (who he may or may not have a crush on jk).
  
• Now: Tyson finds himself back in a community with Cynthia and the others. He now lies completely loyal to the girl, and the only reason he did go was because of her... although he has his doubts, he knows he can start over, but he is very weary of the leader... he doesn't want another governor...
  

Personality: Tyson seems very broken. He finds himself commuticating more non-verbally than verbally. The boy has become very closed off and tries his hardest to shut others out. Although he hasn't opened up to Cynthia, he truly believes they are friends. Due to his experiences, there is a darker side to the boy, but it has yet to show...

Equipment: An ice pick tucked into his boot, a sharpened piece of pvc pipe that is kept in his deceased uncle's machete holster, and a laptop bag with a shoulder strap.

In The Bag:


A Make-Shift Survival Guide

(Made by his deceased uncle should he had ever passed away)

His Family memories Scrapbook

(Given to him before the flight by his mother for safekeeping)

An old dog collar he found in the woods

(He once had a dog)

A bag of stale Doritos

(Family size)

A fruit cup

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[The Gil]

Name: Thomas Anderson


Age: 32


Gender: Male


Appearance:

Apparel: Jacket shown above, jeans pants, motorcycling gloves and hiking boots.




History: Thomas was an university teacher before the apocalypse started, and he was at the university when it all broke down. He didn't had a family, but his friends worried him. One worried him more than any other, a teacher that was currently locked up in a mental facility. Thomas thought he just had to help him, because locked in that place the man would certainly get caught. In a rush, Thomas headed down to the facility where his friend was restrained, but it was no use. The man wasn't there anymore and the walkers were all over the place. Without much of a choice, Thomas got out of the place, unsure about where to go just then.

That was when he met Caitlyn, a young woman who told him that everything was working alright in New York, and so he made the city his new goal, travelling along with Caitlyn while flirting with her through the whole trip. However, the city was doomed, opposing to the woman's beliefs. She had a mental breakdown and refused to leave the city. They had to stay for two days because of this incident, while Thomas helped her to accept their situation. That was when they found Frank, a police officer who begged them for help. He asked them to escort him home so that he could get some sort of special picture to him. In exchange, he offered a key to the armory in the police station where he worked.

Thomas and Caitlyn decided to help him. After watching the man killing his own mother - who was a walker at the time they got there - and getting an old family picture, they went separate ways. Thomas never saw Frank again, but the policeman offered them advice on where they should follow after that place. "Try reaching out to Los Angeles and search for a Captain Hoodridge. He'll probably know the way around, and if the government is doing anything, he'll help". Thomas and Caitlyn headed to the police armory, only two find a pair of shotguns and pistols. After that, they had a hard trip to Los Angeles, on roads full of abandoned vehicles.

Los Angeles was a mess, but in the top of the buildings they found hope in a group. Leading this group, there him was, Captain Hoodridge himself, as Frank said. They even had a name for the group - the Spiders. They had a place that was hard to find and to reach, one had to climb and jump a few buildings to get to it, but it was safe, although the nights were cold. Luckily, they always managed to find many supplies and covers to keep themselves warm. For a year, that was the home for Thomas and Caitlyn. Only when the thief problem appeared they decided that they had to change.

The Captain accused an eleven year old girl of stealing food, and her father admitted that he was the one that stole food for her. To punish him, the captain dropped him out of the building, making him fall down several meters away. He then proceeded to push the girl down too, stating that if she was that hungry then no group could feed her anymore. That was the breaking point for Thomas and Caitlyn. They've waited until everyone was asleep and then they got out of the place. Their next decision was to make a very risky and dangerous trip to out of the country: heading to Canada. With a lot of a luck, they've managed to get to the canadian woods, where they lived alone for ten months.




In the meantime, Caitlyn was pregnant from Thomas. Nine months later, she gave birth to a boy. Thomas was actually starting to think that things were going wonderfull to him. A month after the boy's birth, he got home with wood to the fireplace only to find that house was crawling with walkers. He killed many while getting inside, but he couldn't see Caitlyn anywhere. He yelled for her and their son, but there was no answer. He had no other choice than to abandon the house. He searched the woods many days only to find the lost body of Caitlyn and his son, both had fallen inside a hole with multiple spikes pointing up in it, probably set there to get animals. Thomas decided to head back to States, just to have a goal so that he wouldn't go insane. He's been wandering around aimlessly ever since he got back. He knows he's in the States, but he just has no idea on where he is anymore.




Personality: Thomas is a light-hearted fellow. Themes like family and grouping together mean a lot to him. He gets a bit nostalgic sometimes, remembering of the old world. He likes to joke around, to distract his mind from the disgraces that happened to him.




Equipment: Colt Peacemaker (18 bullets), Crowbar, Machete.




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[SuperChocoMilk]

Name: Cynthia Andrews


Age: 12


Occupation: N/A


Appearance: Skinny and tall, with a few freckles popping up on her pale face. Cynthia has long legs that are also pale, due to staying inside of buildings most of the time. Her brown silvery hair is tied up neatly in a ponytail. You could say she looks like Ellie from the Last of Us, but with a skinnier face and paler complexion. She had a small yet visible scar on her left cheek.


Apparel: Cynthia is wearing a small blue hoodie, a blue hat, jeans, and gray sneakers that are a little too tight.


Personality: Cynthia could be classified as your typical little girl, but a darker side of her has shown, even before her father's death. Most of the time she would seem like a sweet little girl, causing some to underestimate her. She has before told Beckett her father was dead, told Evan to basically "fuck off" yet seems to have a certain respect to the more adult like figures, such as Aylaela, Sam and Evelyn.


History: Cynthia lived a fairly normal life at home in North Carolina. Her family was upper middle class, and she had many friends. She would go to school, get okay grades, however one thing she liked was reading. A lot of reading. Then, the apocalypse came. In the first month, her mother died, leaving her alone with her father. Cynthia and her father headed out, her father slowly becoming more and more depressed over mom's death. But, he would still do anything he could to protect his little girl. They made it to the town of Crawford, and so on and so on. After her father's death, she found the rest of her group on the outskirts of Savannah, surviving their way around. She turned eleven, and their group didn't have many troubles until a walker horde nearly brushed them off the map. They escaped, eventually finding themselves in a high school with loads of food, and relatively happy they were safe. Until, of course, as fate would have it, a gang of previous high schools trend out to also be living there, and they didn't want anyone to take their precious home. They brought guns and shot at them, one bullet in fact grazed Cynthia's left cheek, yet the group managed to kill and drive out the teenagers from the high school. Unfortunately, the walker horde from before seemed to catch up with them, coupled with the gunshots from the previous battle, trapping the group inside the school.


Equipment: On her currently, Cynthia has a pistol, the book Animal Farm coupled with 1984, both inside her backpack. 
Well, it always makes me feel bad when I see everyone else's super long character sheet, and then I have my super short one right there.


But anyways, I'm just going to tag @Macaberz and hope he posts his sheet, and I wanted to tell everyone the roleplay should begin tomorrow unless something comes up!

 

[Macaberz]

Name: Evan Mills.


Age: 14


Appearance: (New!) Once he looked just like any other boy. Sloppy jeans, sloppy shirt and a sloppy attitude to match. But the apocalypse has changed him, thinned him around the waist and below the cheekbones, and glued his greasy hair together with ash and dust. Just weeks short of turning fifteen, he has gained some height, though not as much as he might if his diet had been a better one. From a distance he is still a kid, but up close he's like any other survivor. Exhausted, but determined to live.

Spoiler

Apparel: A 9mm with three bullets, a pocketknife and a compass scavenged along the way.


Personality: Evan teeters between being upfront and being introverted. When it comes to matters close to his heart, he will not hesitate to voice his opinion. But ever since the outbreak, things have changed dramatically. With no one to really look after him, he felt lost and vulnerable like prey.


But, when he sprained his ankle upon landing in Crawford, he was taken care of with such sweetness and kindness that he managed to cast his mistrust aside. Much to his own suprise, he didn't find it hard to talk to these strangers. He still sees them as strangers, but they're "his" group of strangers. After having been alone for such a long time, it feels good to have others around him. As it stands, he is in strong need of a father figure to help steer him. Until someone stands up and tells him he can't do A or B, he will keep pushing the boundaries, even if it brings himself or others at risk.His interaction with Jon and the death of Lia have shaken him out of behaving too rashly. He still won't shy away from a fight, but he has started to see how much of an easy prey he really is. Not to walkers, but to living people. This personality change used to render him more soft-spoken and polite but that has recently changed. Even though barely 15, he feels he knows best and is working hard to earn the respect of others with the ultimate goal of securing a leading position within the group.


History: Evan was raised on a farm in Arkansas by loving, caring parents. Since the outbreak things went downhill fast he fled with his parents and younger sister in their pick-up truck. For a month or so they managed to survive, but then they started to run low on supplies. Forced to move out in the open they were overrun by walkers whilst checking a pharmacy for loot. His little sister lost her live to the Walkers but his father and mother held the walkers off for long enough so that he could escape. That was a week ago. He's very low on supplies and desperately needs help. He has no idea if his parents are still alive, and due to the rush in which they separated he deems it unlikely they'll meet again.

 

[SuperChocoMilk]

Now, for your valiant leader (brought to you from Loke, by the way, along with a few more survivors made up by me or some others from the Community roleplay.)


Name: Nicholas Wayne Garret


Nick: Nick


Age: 34


Occupation: Pastor at a Church, Author, Brain Surgeon


Appearance:

Description: Nicholas has blue eyes that aren't as pale as his sons. His hair is also brown, but a darker shade than Tyler's. He comes in at 176 pounds but his weight had decreased since then. Nick has an average height of 5"11, which confuses him about his son being so tall.


Personality: Nick is very determinate. His drive for keeping his son alive is what causes him to be the way he is. Nick is also a very fast learner. Nick may not seem like it, but he can adapt to any situation quickly to ensure the safety of those he care about. As nice as he may seem, Nick has a dark side to him. Nick has no regard for human life when it comes to keeping his son safe and his community thriving.


History: Nick's wife died when he was 21 due to complications, while giving birth to Tyler. The man tried dating but it made him feel unfaithful, so he took a vow to never re-marry, and to keep his son alive at all costs. So Nicholas became a surgeon and lived in a mansion outside of Statesboro, Georgia. Nicholas eventually moved on to right novels about his success as a surgeon. Back theme he never had enough time for Tyler. The same applies now. After hiding out in their mansion the first few months of the apocalypse, Nicholas moved on to creating a community of people to return the earth back to its old glory.


Equipment: Nathan normally carries a python (similar to Rick's) along with a military grade machete. Ryan found both on a walker he had taken down. He is professionally trained in using the python thanks to the help of a certified weapons trainer in the community named Tyler. Tyler is in charge of the community's "militia".


Apparel: Nick can often be found wearing khaki pants, along with gray winter boots. With that he can be seen wearing a white thermal with a puffy sleeveless jacke. He can also be seen sporting his wedding ring.


Name: Tyler Martin Garret


Nick: Marty


Age: 13


Occupation: N/A


Appearance:

Description: Tyler has eyes that are are a mix of different shades of greys and blues, causing his eyes to appear a very pale shade of blue.


Tyler has light brown hair that compliments his pale blue eyes, along with his adolescent face.


Tyler is fairly tall for his age, with a height of 5"7. The boy weighs in at 112 lbs.


Personality: Tyler is a bit of a stuck up kid. Being the son of the community's leader, the boy feels that he has status within the community and that he is above everyone else. Tyler is a very bossy person and he will boss anyone around whether they be an adult or another kid. Tyler is a very sheltered kid. He understands what is going on but his father made sure that he would never have to experience any of the horrors the world offers up. He is often unsympathetic when people who are new to the community explain the horrors they witnessed outside the gates of the community. Tyler is a very smart kid but he has no regards for the feelings of others. Overall Tyler comes off as a narcissistic, unsympathetic asshole.


History: Tyler had always lived a sheltered life. His mom died giving birth due to complications so he never got to meet her. His father vowed never to re-marry or date claiming that Tyler's birth mother was the only woman he would ever love. Nicholas (Tyler's father) also promised to keep Tyler safe stating it was the only way his wife's spirit would live on, so when news of the outbreak surfaced, Nicholas decided that he was going to have to fend for his son and protect him from the horrors that the world has offered up. For the first few months of the apocalypse, Tyler and his father hid out in their mansion, just outside of Statesboro, Georgia. Eventually they were forced out by a group of bandits. Nicholas eventually found a group of people that he deemed trustworthy and expressed an idea of creating a community that would bring the world back to its old glory. After clearing out a Statesboro neighborhood and the surrounding area they created Freesboro. It's been a while since then and the community is thriving. Little do people know there is a hidden evil in the community. No matter how nice the community may seem, it has a hidden agenda, and those who get in the community's way.......


Equipment: Tyler carries a pocket knife with him, along with a retractable cane that has a sharpened tip that will allow him to stab a walker in the brain if it comes down to that.


Apparel: Tyler can usually be find wearing a pair of blue jeans with the legs rolled up accommodated by a pair of black combat boots. His pocket knife has a special poket on his belt. He usually wears long sleeve shoes with a flannel short on the outside of it. The retractable cane can often be found hidden in his pocket.


Name: Jack Davis


Age: 55


Occupation: Professional Hunter


Appearance:

Personality: Jack is a jokester, and enjoys telling them to try and lighten up the mood. Most of his jokes don't work, but he tries. He loves talking about hunting and tells many stories. He does tend to take a fondness over younger people, and is very kind in his own unique way. Ready to lend a helping hand almost all the time, but unfortunately has bad Arthritis, which affects him greatly.


Equipment: A hunting rifle, a backpack and an old SWAT officer bulletproof.


Strengths: Is really good with rifles, and can shoot surprising well. He also is charismatic, and tends to be a like able person.


Weaknesses: Has horrible arthritis, and he can't run like he used to. Has much trouble with pistols, and he can't use bigger melee weapons, referring mostly to small knives or other.


Apparel: SWAT bulletproof vest, an orange grungy t-shirt, and dirty jeans.


Name Corporal Rachel Marie Alvarez


Age: 20


Appearance


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Height: 5'6


Eyes: olive green


Weight: 135


Hair: medium brown and slightly wavy. When in uniform her hair is tied into a sleek tight bun.


Weapons: M-16, combat knife. Also trained in hand to hand combat.


Personality: as a trained United States marine Rachel is an Integral, initiative and tactful soldier. When out of uniform Rachel is very reserved but not afraid to speak up to defend herself. She has a soft heart for her allies and friends when they earn her trust. She naturally doesn't trust many people especially since the apocalypse has happened and she has lost her remaining comrades and had to execute them herself when they turned she has been wandering alone. She is stubborn and brave but she doesn't want to be a leader of any groups because she feels guilty for the loss of hers.


History: Rachel's life has never been an easy walk in the park. At the age of four her mother abandoned her and her family leaving Rachel with her father and younger brother. As a child Rachel grew up without the motherly touch that she desired. She began to resent her friends that had the "perfect American family". School has always been difficult for her. Especially the mathematics. She would often hide and avoid doing any sort of arithmetic which would lead to near failing grades and a lot of stress amongst her family. Her father had a hot temper and would often yell and belittle Rachel and her brother. At times the situation may get out of hand over the stupid things Rachel has done as an adolescent which has often lead to verbal and physical abuse. She remembers one certain instance when she was thirteen and she had a D as a final mark on her report card and Rachel poorly attempted to hide that fact because she was too afraid and ashamed to show her father despite knowing what may happen to her. Her father ended up finding the report card hidden in her room and repeatedly beaten her with his fists leaving bruises on her body, but only on places that can be easily concealed and hidden. She knew she deserved her punishment but she didn't quite understand why it was such a harsh one. Upon that day, Rachel's relationship with her father was changed. It was like stepping on eggshells every second of the day. One wrong move and her day will be flipped completely upside down with either it would be extremely harsh ridiculing insults or severe beatings. If Rachel would accidentally burn the family meal or drop a glass he would call her "a stupid little c-" or a "Useless piece of s-". He especially favored "stupid cu-". The constant name calling became a norm for her. It wouldn't be an average day without be called that. However it has effected her mentally more than she knew as a teen. She became very socially reclusive in her later years in high school. At point in times in her teenage years she thought about disappearing off the earth. She felt she was destined to become a loser that she was told she was. And at one point, when she was at her weakest she broke Into her dad's gun safe and pulled out his 42 glock pistol she laid it on the bedroom carpet from where the safe was. She was sitting crosslegged Infront of the weapon and stared at it. Thinking about every single reason as to why she must pull this trigger. After two hours she wiped the tears from her eyes, believing she was ready to cut her life at the young age of sixteen. She slowly began to lift the pistol to the side of her head, her entire body was convulsing. She aimed the pistol directly against her skull.her skin was glistening with sweat. She sat there in that position for a good twenty minutes sobbing hysterically thinking; "Just get it over with Rachel. It will only hurt for a few seconds." She breathed in one last breath and wiped her sweaty forehead with her other arm. She clicked the trigger... And yet nothing happened. She forgot to click off the safety. Furious, Rachel dropped the pistol to the ground and collapsed onto the carpet and began sobbing heavier than before. "I can't even f- kill myself." she thought. Suddenly she hears the front door open and she panically puts the gun back in the safe and quickly locks the safe.


Later that night she thought about her suicide attempt and realized how lucky she truly was. She wasn't ready to give up yet. She has hit the weakest point in her life and pointed a gun at her head and just by luck and pure ignorance she was able to walk away. On that night she vowed to change. She wanted self strength and confidence but she would never be able to attain this if she continued living in this house. She began thinking about enlisting in the United States Marine Corps.


When she turned seventeen she spook to her first usmc recruiter. He asked what she would be interested in doing and she didn't really know. She did play the clarinet in band for six years but she never really enjoyed music very much despite how talented she was. The recruiter told her about the life of a meop (musician enlistment option program) and how they are able to travel the world and use the best instruments that is available and as well as how meops are promoted slightly faster than other soldiers. Rachel said yes and her life in the military slowly began.


After passing her auditions and graduating from basic training and her MOS School


(Military occupation specialty school) she was stationed in New Orleans Louisiana. The first few months was extremely rough. Running through the mud, climbing ropes and ladders at extreme heights, running until you are throwing up your last meal it was all worth it when she received her eagle globe and anchor. At that moment she knew she wasn't a useless piece of s-. She has achieved what she always wanted. To be proud of her self and prove to herself and everyone she is great. At her graduation her father gave her a hug and a smile and told her how very proud he was of her. She knew he was still a complete asshole but his harshness and beatings prepared her for this day and she wouldn't change it for the world.


Occupation: United States Marine MEOP.


Name: Jaiden Kovacs


Age: 23


Occupation: Baker


Appearance: Jaiden stands at 5' 4" and has always been seen as androgynous, but she doesn't mind. In fact, she likes it that way, preferring to keep her hair at ear length, bangs just long enough to cover her hazel eyes if she wanted to, auburn hair complimenting her fair complexion beautifully. She isn't particularly built, but is still on the lean side, most of her minimal body fat resting at her lower stomach.


Personality: Jaiden has always lived by the words "Lead from the background," doing everything in her power to help out whenever she is needed, but never wanting recognition. Call it humility if you'd like but in truth, Jaiden hates publicity and is extremely weary of who she opens up to. She avoids large social gatherings, preferring the company of close friends. The people that do end up getting close to her, whether it be through necessity or otherwise are treated with great hospitality and warmth. So in short, she loves her friends, but won't actively try to make new ones, even if she knew how.


History: Jaiden has lived a somewhat privileged life, with a stable family and enough money to live happily. As a child, she was the stereotypical "tom-boy" preferring to hang out with guys and play sports and video games until her early teens where she started to get into writing and drawing. Since then, people started seeing her less as she preferred to spend her time at home or in libraries, resulting in a decay of her social skills. Another passion from her teenage years was cooking and baking. So much that she started her own bakery when she graduated high school. To her dismay, her parents did not approve the least, and she hasn't talked to them since.


Equipment: A small emergency-only revolver in an ankle holster for when she's between a rock and a hard place, plus a knife and hatchet at her hip for close-combat


Strengths: She knows what needs to be done and doesn't deviate from her goal. She also doesn't let her emotions get in the way of her thinking and in normal situations is usually able to make a rational decision assuming she isn't too scared.


Weaknesses: Because she's so objective, she can come off as cold or unfeeling, making things awkward for others. She also tires easily, very easily. As in she gets winded after a short sprint because she suffers from asthma easily.


Apparel: She loves a good pair of dark blue jeans and leans toward the skinny sizes and wears a white t-shirt under a black or dark grey hoodie. Whenever she's baking however, she wears an apron over her clothes.

 

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Name: Monday Evangeline Goldreux


Hair: Her flyaway dark locks are known for their softness; the harvest brown ringlets, when left down, fall to her ribcage, usually left into a simple milkmaid braid, twisting atop her head, so as to keep out of her eyes. They stream down in a dark mass, to curl at the tip, allowing for dramatic wind storms, and the need to carry bobby pins everywhere.


Eye colour: A very complicated mix of greys, blues, and lighter shades of both, her orbs are difficult to place, and usually reffered to as dark, misty, or just blue or chartreuse. However, her eyes are not unnatural, they are just dark.


Form/Body: She stands taller than the rest. A willowy figure, Monday is 5'7, with broad shoulders. Her hips, a tab bit less wide than her shoulders, are still firm, alike her toned stomach. Fair, light skin, she has blemishes from past injuries, common teenage skin dilemmas, and more. Her facial structure is feminine, with thin cheekbones and a small nose. Her lips, while not particularly large in size, or plump, are a natural pinkish tinge.


Other: Overall, she is a thin-framed, light girl on her feet, 109 pounds. Her feet are size 8, clothes size 2 in jeans, and wears small shirts. Her regular attire is most commonly a pair of tight-fitting darkwash jeans, allowing her to run comfortably as well, and perhaps a sleeveless button up shirt. She wears boots, for the ankle support they offer for sport activities.


Personality: Her psychology, while strategic and objective, lacks confidence in her intuition. She may not always trust her gut, and is very self-critical. The girl may, perhaps, feel a sense of relief when left alone, which is where her best ideas come from. Monday hates silence, and loves the majesty of words. She can often find herself drawing letters in the sand subconsciously, or tracing a patterned shape over and over.


She is quick thinking and observant, and rather quick to judge, based on first impressions. Trust is easy to find, but not to earn in her. She is not trusting of people until she gets to know them.


Monday, when introduced, may come off as rude, and cold, and she is the latter. She is cold, in the horribly polite kind of way. She will always point out mistakes, but help you correct them without friendliness. However, once you have earned her trust, she will gradually warm up to you. If she is unhappy, it's rather possible that no one would know.


She is more calm towards people who are likewise. Loud, obnoxious people would easily piss her off, but she would never advance to them, rather just, somewhat ignore them to an extent.


History: Only one of her parents are alive. Her mother, whose name was Mary-Katherine Goldreux, was a very irresponsible mother of her four children. The woman's feelings, opposing to Monday, almost make her evil, of a sort. The eldest, twenty-one year old Matthew, was born in an abandoned barn, at the time when Mary-Katherine was merely a young adult. When the boy was young, he was frequently whisked off to another room while the month-pregnant mother and her other single friends drank for hours on end.


Despite all the alcohol into her system, Gwen, who was the outcome of a one-night stand of one of her mother's drinking buddies husbands, was born in a homeless shelter to the broke woman. Living off food stamps, she took shelter in the home, but her two children could not stay. They were given up and put up for adoption, and never heard from their birth mother again.


Monday had been adopted by a single father, with one child already, a thirteen year old girl, who adored the adopted girl to bits. From that point on, Monday pretty much forgot her troubled past, and focused on the future.


Monday attended public school as soon as she was placed in the new home. Her adoptive father wanted her to be educated, and she did. With mostly As, and a few Bs, Monday was a great student. Her worst point, however, was drama class.


As the apocalypse started, Monday because a leader. As quiet as she was, she was few among the thousand-to-one ratio between walkers and humans to be only barely fazed by the event.


Equipment: Monday will have a 44 Magnum Rifle (If that is alright) that she will acquire from a pawn shop. Currently, she has a large kitchen knife.


Strengths:


Strategic, objective, and polite. She is well-spoken, and easy to trust. Monday, who works best alone, can, at times, work well in a group. Her eye for detain makes her a worthy opponent, ally, or neutral.


Weaknesses:


She is cold to newcomers, and is quick to judge on first impressions. Her trust is hard to get, and getting close to her is even more of a challenge.


Apparel: She wears a holster shirt, black leggings, and a Kelty Coyote 80 Internal Frame Pack, half filled with bottled water and canned food. A grey jacket is worm on her arms, but not fully zipped up. She sports a brown tactical belt, slung with a hammer for defense.


(Might be too much, I'm reusing my character. I didn't get much done ast season, and there's no reason to waste this sign up. Let me know if I'm overdoing it, please!)

 
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