Futuristic your friendly neighborhood apocalypse radio show (CS)

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Here is the CS bros

Absolutely have to have it or I will go feral list-
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Name: Casper Bateman

Age: Twenty three

Gender: Cisgender man. (he/him)

Height: 5'11.

Face claim: Jordan Huxholt.

Brief Personality: To put it simply: Casper is barely getting by. His mental health is so bad he's resorted to hurting- though never actually killing- other people just to keep from hurting himself. Before everything, he was an understanding and kind person, exactly the type of guy you'd want to be by your side- but ever since his parents left the city with his younger brother Felix and he'd found their reanimated corpses, something changed. He changed. He stopped caring about others and he started putting himself first. He prioritized his own comfort above all and the filling, wholesome warmth that used to be synonymous with his presence turned into something cold, unforgiving, and empty.

Drive: Felix is alive. He has to be. He's not dying until he finds his brother.

Backstory: When the apocalypse first hit, he, Felix, and their parents were all together. They were happy. Then they got a radio.

Casper insisted on bringing some of their neighbors along but his parents refused; they barely had enough supplies for themselves.

Felix wanted to stay and help their neighbors, just like Casper did, but their parents refused to leave Felix, so they took him and practically begged Casper to come, but he still refused and said he had to try to save their neighbors. Reluctantly, they left.

He was fine, for a while, until he found both his parents zombified. Ever since he's been the changed version of himself, angry and unforgiving.

He was mad at himself for leaving them, for letting them leave without him. He blamed their deaths on himself and made it his mission to find Felix alive and do what he should have done all those months ago: be there for his family.

Headcanons/Tidbits: Him and Felix were best friends. They did everything together before he had to leave.

Casper cut his own hair after it got too long. Needless to say, it's not the best job.

Theme Songs: Mask of My Own Face - Lemon Demon. Love Like You - Rebecca Sugar. Be Nice to Me - The Front Bottoms.

 

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Dante Fiocchi

#Lawyer

#Gus Halper

♡coded by uxie♡

Name: Dante Marco Fiocchi
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/Him
Height: 5'9
Description:
Curly black hair and a horribly handsome face. He attempts to make himself seem older in an attempt to make himself appear more serious and in control than he actually is. Always pleasant and mild in temperament. Strange, though, as his demeanor and body language will shift to reflect whoever he’s talking to. He has hazel eyes that appear to change color based on lighting - a nice baby blue one moment, a clever green, a warm dark the next. A nice and lean body that he’s maintained over the years. Strong, but surprisingly so and not particularly showy with it. A baritone voice but calm and clear. A tattoo on his wrist that says “Vivere”

Brief Personality: Outwardly incredibly charismatic, Dante’s one of those that appears frustratingly and infuriatingly above it all. He’s horribly productive and also terribly personable when meeting him. All smiles and comforts, he brings a level of steady maturity that seems to be much older than his years and the situation that he finds himself in that comes from being extremely adaptable.

Dante is nice. But nice does not mean good. Fanatically devoted to a few, Dante’s life has meant that he has been unable to truly understand who he is. His entire self was wholly “His Family.” And he allowed them to simply use him as a tool in order to further “the family.” He had no ambitions, no true will besides what would be best for his family.

His entire life he’s been swallowing any complaints and suffering in silence while pressure mounted and mounted. That is to say, Dante is intimately familiar with working extremely well in extremely stressful situations. A constant strain upon his psyche, he barely knows how to relax. But perhaps that’s for the best in a zombie apocalypse.

Something inside of him, though, snapped when his family died. He’s been straining at the leash around his neck for about a year now, and the tension has snapped. Despite how confident he might appear on the surface, he’s an incredibly broken individual whose abusers just died and left him all alone with no kind of support. He is heading for a massive breakdown, and instead of stopping to reflect about this, he’s doing what has always happened: throwing himself into increasingly stressful situations in order to quiet the voice in his head telling him that something is wrong.

Drive: Vivere - To live. He doesn’t have anything else. He’s just maintaining status quo.

Theme Song or Playlist: "Naked" by FINNEAS, "I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE" by Måneskin,

Backstory:
Dante was not supposed to have been born. His father was a politician, his mother was an old money celebrity. His parents already had an heir, they didn't need him. But, mafioso were starting to take over his father's life. Caught up in their strings, his father became corrupt which caused friction in the marriage. On the brink of divorce, they conceived him in order to save the marriage and not cause undue scandal.

Dante was born, and almost immediately despised by his parents. Realizing that a baby was not going to help the marriage, they instead shunned him. Growing up to crave that love and affection that he never received, from a very young age Dante decided that he was going to make his parents proud of him and love him. So, he repressed his own needs and desires in order to fulfill his parents' wishes. He became the smartest in his class, a straight A student. Popular. Amazing at any extracurricular that was thrown at him. And to the public, they presented a loving family of perfection. But away from cameras, it was never enough. And Dante learned that he was going to have to remain perfect in order to even be respected as a person.

If he didn't have enough on his plate, eventually some of the corruption was uprooted and the Fiocchis found themselves amidst scandal - allegations of corruption. To combat it, they decided to adopt a teenager in the system: Aurelian. An angry boy who was dead set on not being their puppet to use and discard on their whims. His parents decided to put him in Dante's room, and have it be Dante's issue. Aurelian and Dante, though, clicked. And for the first time, Dante found someone that was just as reliant on him as he was his parents. He vowed, then, to protect Aurelian and to be the best older brother that he could be.

But his older brother, the heir, decided to try to wipe clean the Fiocchi name by actively fighting the mafia. This was found out, and the mafia gave the Fiocchis a decision: painful death in disgrace, or one of them joining the mafioso. Dante and Aurelian were considered "disposable," no matter how much it hurt Dante to think this, he knew it to be true. It was either going to be him or Aurelian that was put forward to join. So, in a bid to protect Aurelian from any more horrors, Dante stepped forward to volunteer. His first test of loyalty was beating up his girlfriend while everyone else took videos and watched. This was his first and only act of violence towards someone that he loved, and it broke him completely. After all, he was a boy who'd devoted himself completely and wholly towards the people that he loved. To willingly hurt one of the people he loved truly crushed any last vestiges of self-esteem and honor that he had, and so he became the perfect clay for the mafia to mold. They took stock of his natural charisma and people skills, his intelligence and his excellent academic record, and put him in law school where he became an equally adept lawyer for the mafioso.

Then, the zombie apocalypse happened. His family took the initiative and fled the city as soon as it hit, but lost his older brother in the process. His parents though, were accustomed to the high life. And while Aurelian came from a place of poverty, and Dante was adaptable, his parents were not and quickly turned to banditry in order to have their wants fulfilled. That is, they made Dante do the banditry. This led to Aurelian abandoning the group due to the lack of honor that they showed, crushing something inside of Dante even more. Abandoned by his only actual loving relationship, he turned instead to his abusers who asked increasingly terrible things of him, culminating in the ask of killing a family.

Dante did so, a wake up call to his parents that they'd created a monster. So, they locked him in a cooler as they discussed whether or not they should kill their creation or not. But before they could make a decision, a zombie attack struck and they were killed in the ensuing struggle. Dante escaped his makeshift cell and killed his parents' reanimated corpses, burying them.

He then proceeded to drink himself half to death. Alone and with a terrible hangover, he just started wandering aimlessly, maybe searching for his brother. Maybe trying to find himself. Maybe trying to find his own demise. Not even he knows, really.

Headcanons/Tidbits:
- Sagittarius Sun, Pisces Moon, Gemini Rising, Gemini Mercury, Leo Venus, Scorpio Mars
- Knows how to play guitar and piano. Sings as well
- Constantly smoothing his hair back as a nervous tic
- Watched every season of RuPaul's Drag Race
- Smokes weed and cigarettes
- Has a slight substance abuse problem. Alcohol and weed mostly.
- The type to be "I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed"
- Kind of like an outdoor cat. Disappears for a bit, but always circles around eventually
- Closeted. But tbh I haven't decided which way he swings

Anything extra you feel is necessary:
He's kind of awful I can't lie

 

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Name: Felix Bateman

Age: Twenty-three

Gender: Transgender man. (he/they)

Height: 5'4.

Appearance: ( face and hair )

Felix's face is no where near as angular as his brother's. His face is still somewhat boyishly round, making him look several years younger than he actually is.

He's got a small nose, freckles dotted across its bridge. He inherited his mother's bluey-green eyes rimmed by light lashes. His not-quite-blonde/not-quite-red-hair comes from his father.

Before everything he bleached the front (giving him a "money peice") and got highlights throughout. It's cut shaggily with lots of layers, the longest bits reaching his shoulders. It's slightly curly at the top, but near the ends it's gently waved from years of straightening and styling.

His hair is usually either pulled up and out of the way into a ponytail with just his bangs loose.

He has four tattoos. Two stars on either side of his pelvis ( just like this! ) A spiderweb and a spider on his left shoulder ( here! ) Three stars on his right wrist ( like here! ) Stars on his left hand ( reference here! )

Brief Personality: Despite everything, Felix is still the happy person he was before. It's definitely a struggle remaining positive, but he makes it work.

He's so anxious. Most of the time he doesn't know where he is. He misses his family. He misses Casper, and his mom, and his dad. He's lost without them.

Drive: He wants to find Casper. Then he wants things to go back to how things were.

Backstory: He saw his parents zombified. He tried to help as much as he could while they were alive, but he couldn't save them. He didn't know what to do.

After they died and reanimated, he just ran. He ran until he found somewhere safe enough to rest for a little, then ran some more. He's been on the road since his parents died, so around four or five months.

Theme Songs: Here Comes a Thought - Steven Universe. Smile Song - Pinkie Pie.

 

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Aurelian Fiocchi

#Chef

#Florent Fauverge

♡coded by uxie♡

Name: Aurelian Fiocchi
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/Him
Height: 6'1
Description:
Handsome but much more harsh looking than his brother, he constantly has a pissed off expression to him. Amber eyes and the harsh stare of someone who can and will rip your head off, with the muscle mass to prove it. Straight hair that he shaves regularly except for a long fringe. He has a helix piercing, a flat piercing, and both of his lobes and a nipple piercing. He also has four tattoos: One that says "pride" on his forearm (the deadly sin, specifically), a thorny rose branch on his hip, a lotus on his right calf, and a knife on the bottom of his bicep.

Brief Personality:
A passionate person, Aurelian has a kind of drive that very few has: he needs to be operating to the best of his abilities at all times at all things, or else whatever he's doing is not worth doing. An all or nothing kind of person, this disciplined approach to being the best comes with an arrogant personality and an unwavering confidence in his own abilities.

On the off chance that someone does manage to best him, though, he has the tendency to fixate on that and fix his mistakes and then rechallenge the person until he's won. Deeply competitive and insanely driven, he has a horrible kind of drive to absolutely be the best at everything.

Very easily brought to a rage, he despises mistakes and even worse he despises excuses for people making mistakes. All of that passion leads to anger and anger leads to him usually attempting to deck the nearest person to him.

Drive: YOU THINK A LITTLE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE IS GOING TO FUCKING STOP ME IM GOING TO MAKE THIS APOCALYPSE MY LITTLE BITCH OKAY- (rage and spite mostly)

Theme Song or Playlist: "Nightmare" Avenged Sevenfold.

Backstory:
Abandoned at birth, Aurelian was born hungry and rabid. His rage and feral nature meant that not a lot of people fucked with him in the system, but it also meant that he was thrown into foster home after foster home. Each one progressively worse than the last, and each one making him angrier and angrier.

Eventually, though, he was adopted when he was 14 by some rich snobs and put into the care of a boy that was not much older than him. Dante was the first person that managed to beat him and then continuously beat him at everything. Eventually this hatred grew into respect. And from this respect grew love. He looked up to Dante, and decided to follow his example. But with his own spin. Instead of being the perfect son, something he could never dream of being, he became the rebellious younger brother. Yet despite all of his bluster, he became a straight A student and surprisingly functional member of society through Dante's tutelage. But, he could never be Dante and devote himself completely to the family willingly.

Instead of doing something for the family, he decided to carve his own path and make them proud through his own success. He found a love for cooking, and decided to become a chef against his parents' wishes. He forced them to acknowledge him. To be proud of him. And grudgingly, they seemed to slowly come around to his way of life and earned pieces of their respect.

And then the zombies attacked, and he realized how horrible of people that his adopted parents truly were, asking their sons to do disgraceful, horrible things for their own comforts. Seeing his family for the true monsters they were, he also saw that Dante loved them despite everything. That his loyalty to the people he loved was too strong. And he realized that he could never ask his older brother to choose between him and his parents, that would cause him too much pain.

And Aurelian didn't want to get turned away by the only person he cared about.

So he left without warning, in the middle of the night. Unaware that by leaving, he was condemning Dante to even more pain than if he'd just come to him for help. He lived by himself, which was fine. He survived. He made some new recipes with the food that he scavenged. To be honest, he's kind of thriving.

Headcanons:
- Leo Sun, Virgo Moon, Aries Rising, Aries Mercury, Virgo Venus, Aries Mars
- Slightly technologically incompetent
- A very good dancer, but you could not pay him to do it
- Animals do not like him at all whatsoever
- Extremely polite to young children. If you're over the age of 14, though, no discrimation anger.
- Has been kin assigned Patrick Bateman
- Psychics and fortune tellers can literally send him into rage with very little effort
- This is him after Anger Management Therapy.
- Not actually afraid of commitment it's just... well. People are afraid of committing to him.
- Had 1 boyfriend and was immediately told "you will get sent back if you continue this"

Anything extra you feel is necessary: Surprisingly, not as bad as Dante

 

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NAME Reece Bryant-Smith
NICKNAME(S) Re
AGE Forty-Two (42)
GENDER Cis-Male
PRONOUNS He/Him
SEXUALITY Homosexual

APPEARANCE Upon first glance, Reece looks like a kind man — and you’d be right to assume so. He stands at the unimposing height of 5’3”. That, paired with the bright sweaters and the dimples accompanying his ever-constant smile, give him that approachable look he’s known for. He has an even tan that, aside from a light dusting in his face and shoulders, are unmarred by any freckles or moles. His hair is dark brown, appearing almost black unless light is directly hitting it. He’s earned a few gray hairs in his age, but those are usually plucked on sight. He’s a little insecure about them. He keeps his hair at a medium-length — and while it’s naturally a little unkempt, it’s nothing a comb and some hairspray can’t fix. He usually opts to keep his hair parted to the side and tucked behind his ears, but Reece has often stuck in some colorful hair-clips to amuse his students and keep it pinned out of his way or tied it into a (very small) half-up ponytail. Since he’s convinced he looks like a child clean shaven, Reece is very, very rarely seen without facial hair. It’s dark brown - the same color as his hair - and usually kept at a longer stubble to a fuller beard. It’s never longer than a few centimeters past his chin and is always well-groomed. He thinks there’s nothing tackier than a poorly-groomed beard. His facial hair is even more prone to gray hairs, but those are plucked on sight, too. He has brown, hooded eyes that are framed by thick, dark eyelashes. They’re usually seen kind of squinty as he’s the type to smile with his whole face — a feat that has earned him a pair of crow’s feet outside both of his eyes.

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES He has a small gap between his two front teeth — a thing he used to be insecure about but has embraced it during his older years. His nose is slightly crooked — the result of a broken nose in his youth that never healed quite right.

BODY MODS He has a tattoo of a bee-fly perched on a goldenrod flower above his right elbow. It was designed by his son, Bee, and symbolizes both his son and his husband (who loves flies). On his inner right wrist he has another tattoo designed by Bee: a bumblebee wearing headphones and carrying a paint pallet. He has the date he and his husband, Kermit, got married on his inner left wrist and the day they adopted Bee on his inner right wrist, below the bee. Both of his earlobes are pierced but he hasn’t worn any jewelry in them since he was in highschool.

SCARS Reece has a multitude of scars earned from his childhood, though most have faded or gone pale over the years. He pays them no mind; they all hold memories of a time he prefers not to think about.

CLOTHING STYLE Reece prefers to be comfortable and stylish if he can help it. He’s a huge fan of crocheted sweaters, sweater-vests, and cardigans — the more bright and colorful the better — many of which are crocheted himself. Ever a man in love with his family, he has two crocheted sweaters with bees and frogs that are his absolute favorite. He absolutely loves to explain to anyone that will listen with a giggle and a “Thanks! My son’s name is Bee!” or “Thanks! My husband’s name is Kermit!” His sweaters are usually his accent piece, the rest of his clothes are designed to compliment them. He likes to mess around with different colored pants and shirts, but most of the time he opts for a simple pair of jeans and a plain shirt. One thing that’s constant is his wedding band and his favorite pair of round, bronze-framed glasses. They have an unfortunately thick lens as he is horribly farsighted without them, but he quite likes the way they look regardless.

POST-OUTBREAK His appearance was forced to change a bit after the outbreak. His hair and beard have grown out, both looking more unkempt than he’d like. He broke his glasses a few months into the apocalypse. And because they were the only pair he had on him, they’re very flimsily being held together by a bandaid. Reece fears the day he manages to lose them, as he’s practically blind without them. Perhaps saddest of all, though, is the fact that he no longer has his arsenal of sweaters.

PERSONALITY TRAITS Expressive. Emotional. Anxious. Over-thinker. Empathetic. Genuine. Overbearing. Outspoken. Cautious. Clingy. Extroverted. Eccedentesiast and self-sacrificing at times.

DRIVE Before the apocalypse, being a good husband and father drove him. During the apocalypse it’s more or less the same, with a little more focus on making sure they all stay alive.

FEARS Above all, Reece is deeply afraid of losing Kermit and Bee and cannot imagine a life without either of them. He’s afraid he’ll come across a situation where he’ll have no choice but to kill a human. Killing zombies is bad enough already. On the smaller scale, he has an intense fear of heights. Just thinking about them long enough makes him nauseous.

(cw: brief mentions of neglectful childhood, cps, the foster system, and drug addiction)

HISTORY Reece was born unplanned and unwanted to a single young drug addict and her just as drug-addicted baby daddy. They tried to raise him best they could and while they did love him, they ultimately loved the high more. After some concerned calls from neighbors, Reece was taken from their home at just three years old. Unfortunately, he was taken from one neglectful and harmful place just to be placed into a system that seemed just as neglectful and harmful. Most of his childhood was characterized by moving from home to home, with no real idea where he’d get his next meal or end up staying the night or end up calling his family. This gave him a bit of an identity crisis while he was growing up. Never staying with a family for more than a year and staying with over ten families in his life, Reece grew to feel unwanted. Unloved.

Lucky enough to stay in the same district for the later half of his adolescence, school became a safe haven for him. He immersed himself in after school programs and hobbies in order to prevent going back home. He became a part of a tight-knit group of somewhat social rejects he’d come to call his family. A bit cheesy, sure, but he loved them. It was one of these friends that introduced him to one of their mutual friends: Kermit Smith. The two got along easily, instantly becoming attached at the hip. His Junior year of highschool was a pivotal year in his life. It’s the year he and Kermit officially started dating and the year he was finally adopted by the Bryant’s — a family that had fostered him since the beginning of his Junior year. They were a kind middle-aged couple with one older child they’d previously adopted from Haiti.

After highschool, Reece and Kermit both attended different colleges states apart. He and Kermit had stayed together for a while, but after realizing that long distance wasn’t working out, they decided to break things off. Afraid things would be weird even though they’d ended on good terms, Reece became a bit distant after that. Though he kept in contact with his friend group, he made new friends throughout college — even dating a few times, though they never lasted long. In the end, he never quite connected with anyone the way he did with Kermit. After receiving his degree, he applied for a teaching position at the elementary school in his hometown and moved back in with the Bryant’s. He had plans to move out, perhaps get himself a small little apartment and teach out of state, but one thing happened after the other and he ended up getting a small apartment in his hometown and taught at one of the elementary schools he’d attended. It was after moving back that he reconnected with Kermit. A total Lifetime experience, as he often describes it. He’d been grocery shopping for his family’s holiday dinner when he and someone reached for the same pack of King’s Hawaiian Rolls — that person being none other than Kermit.

They began dating again shortly after and a few years later, got married. After tons and tons of saving (teacher’s salaries), they bought their own house in their hometown. Married life was bliss, and even now in his forties Reece will tell you they never left their honeymoon stage — They’re both still very much in love, thank you. Their little family only grew a couple years later, in their thirties, when they adopted their then ten-year-old son, Bee. This was…. an emotional time. Being new parents, especially to a kid as troubled as Bee, was difficult. Reece, personally, was an anxious mess the entire time. He wanted to be the best father he could be — to assure Bee he was loved and understood without being too overwhelming. It took a lot of work and a lot of therapy and a lot of broken furniture for them to all feel completely comfortable around one another, but Reece wouldn’t trade it for the world. They loved Bee from the moment they got custody of him and that’s something that will never change. Things remained fairly uneventful after that up until the events of the apocalypse.

TIDBITS/HEADCANONS

(1) Reece loves a variety of crafts. He’s an idle crafter — a big fan of things like crocheting while the family is watching a movie and making paper beads. He likes to make decorations for his classroom like paper chains and things made from recycled plastic. A big fan of using recycled items to craft, he’s become a little trash gremlin who hoards actual garbage for them. He’s made mini wax sculptures out of Babybel Cheese wax. He’s put little cans in all their bathrooms and forces them to keep their toilet paper rolls separate. He makes them keep all their spam mail for paper mache products. Etc.

(2) In charge of most of the grocery shopping and a bit of an extreme couponer, Reece always has the cabinets, pantries, and fridge stocked to the brim with every kind of snack you can think of. He wants Bee to invite some friends over so he’s seen as the Cool Dad with tons of snacks and sodas up for grabs.

(3) The man loves to cook!! He goes a little crazy with it but he genuinely loves it and that’s all that matters. He wakes up a little early each morning to pack Bee and Kermit a lunch. He begins dinner almost as soon as he gets home from work. At any given time, the fridge is stocked with pre-prepped veggie and fruit bowls, parfaits, etc. He loves to meal prep and prepare meals he can keep in the freezer for the days he wants to be lazy. Unfortunately for Kermit, who is the obsessive cleaner, Reece is incapable of cooking a meal without destroying the kitchen and using every dish in the house.

(4) He has about a dozen backyard hens that have all been named and deemed his daughters. He loves to feed them their fruit and vegetable scraps when cooking a meal. He also has the ugliest hairless cat the world’s ever seen named Mr. Clean (his son), but he just calls him Mister. He brought him home one night with no warning and is practically inseparable from him. He loves to crochet him little cat sweaters since he’s hairless and cold.

(5) Reece has kept every single piece of memorabilia given to him by both Bee and Kermit over the years. He keeps the most prized ones in a chest in his and Kermit’s closet, but the rest get stuck to the fridge. Similarly, he usually always has a disposable or Poloroid camera on his person to capture pictures of them. Just like the memorabilia, these pictures are stuck on the fridge and framed on the walls.

(6) He’s anemic, a fact that scares him just a little bit after the outbreak. He’s managed to avoid any major injuries so far and isn’t quite sure how he’s going to fare if his kick runs out. He bruises easily and, especially when food becomes more sparse, finds himself getting lightheaded easily.

(7) He absolutely loves kids. Perhaps wanting to make up for what he lacked, he strives to be a positive influence in people’s lives — particularly children’s. This is the main reason he pursued a career in teaching. And he absolutely loves his job. He remembers every student he’s ever taught by name and usually cries a little when the school year ends and they all leave him. It always makes his day when a former student drops by his classroom for a visit.

(8) He’s a very touchy-feely person. A huuuge fan of physical contact. This is immediately obvious by the way he clings to Kermit like a leech. Once upon a time he’d initiate contact without much thought at all, but after raising Bee, he’s become better about respecting boundaries.

(9) His meal of choice is any kind of soup, but he’s especially fond of a creamy tomato soup paired with a grilled cheese sandwich. Call him insane, but he enjoys it even more with a cup of iced milk. Ultimate comfort meal.

(10) He thinks his straight-faced, dry humor husband is the absolute funniest person in the world. He can say 1 (one) dad joke in the most monotone of voices and Reece will have tears in his eyes from laughing. He has an ever-growing list of these jokes in his Notes app so he can share them with his students later.

 

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NAME Bee Bryant-Smith
NICKNAME(S) honeybee, baybee
AGE 17 - nearly 18
GENDER Cis-Male
PRONOUNS He/Him
SEXUALITY Asexual Homoromantic

APPEARANCE Thick, dark curls of hair that are always annoyingly in his way, falling nearly to shoulder length. When painting he typically pulls them back, but even then strands are always escaping and interfering, falling into hazel eyes framed by thick eyelashes. Now during the outbreak his curls are even more unruly, and he threatens to cut them off. Standing at 5’8, he doesn’t pose an intimidating figure, especially with the slouch and oversized clothing that persists when he is attempting to make his presence even less than it already is.

BODY MODS A single stick and poke tattoo of a bee that he did on the inside of his wrist. There are more in the plans.

SCARS A variety of scars that litter his body - most from his childhood. The most notable is a scar that runs through one of his eyebrows, disrupting the hair growth.

CLOTHING STYLE Baggy and oversized, Bee prefers clothing that he can hide within. Oversized hoodies and t-shirts, beanies, overalls and cargo pants. Most of his clothing has paint splattered on it, and he usually pays it no mind, other than attempting to pick it off.

PERSONALITY TRAITS Bee can be described as a bundle of emotions that he struggles to properly work through and communicate. Anxious. Overwhelmed easily. Emotional. Cautious and suspicious of people in general, he avoids socialization and contact like fire, taking a long time to warm up to people. Once feeling more comfortable around someone, Bee enjoys sharing his art, gifting art and shortening the distance between him and someone. His attachment to people he likes can become obsessive and over-the-top, and he becomes heavily reliant on them, dealing with abandonment and rejection issues.

DRIVE Before the apocalypse, becoming an artist drove him. Art is his passion, and he was working towards getting hired to do art installations. Now, during the outbreak, it is his family and their safety. He worries about how much of a burden he is, and strives to become less of one.

FEARS He is terrified of losing his family, and something happening to them. Physical contact, crowds, and loud noises all make him extremely uncomfortable and trigger a fight or flight response. Any sort of enclosed spaces aren’t any better.

(cw: mentions of neglect, abuse, cps, the foster system, substance abuse)

HISTORY Born to a struggling single mom, she was unable to provide Bee with basic care and love, turning to substance abuse as a coping mechanism. In the end, from worsening neglect and abuse, Bee was placed into the system after multiple run-ins with cps from concerned teachers and neighbors. In short, the first ten years of his life were him being moved from home to home, some worse than others, but none permanent and stable. For the longest time Bee considered that to be his norm - and was losing hope that he would ever have stability. At ten years old, Bee was adopted by Kermit and Reece. To Bee, it was a terrifying moment as his entire life was flipped upside down and he was faced with the love of the two dads. The next few years were not easy, and more than once Bee was certain he would be given back up. Outbursts were common, and he had no idea how to regulate his emotions; running, hiding, lying and lashing out at any chance he had. It was a learning process for all three of them, with new boundaries being put into place, and therapy and bonding activities being common. It took time, but Bee now feels comfortable and loved by Kermit and Reece and loves them back just as hard. The outbreak forced him a step back in his recovery, but he tries to trust that Kermit and Reece will be there to support and love him.

TIDBITS/HEADCANONS
(1) Bee communicates through a variety of methods - mostly anything other than verbally saying words out loud (ASL, texting, writing). Before the outbreak he was becoming more confident and comfortable with speaking, but the outbreak increased his anxiety and he is back to mostly communicating through other methods.

(2) Bee is not his real name! Originally he had a different name, but after realizing he felt uncomfortable with it and it reminded him of his childhood, he changed his name! It occurred during a picnic with his dads in a park, where a bee sat on him and he decided on the spot that would be his name from now on. Not surprisingly, bees are his favorite (and if you ask him what his favorite fish is - he will say it's a bee).

(3) In an attempt to help Bee develop his confidence and leave the house, Kermit and Reece supported a lot of his extracurricular desires. One of which was learning martial arts - both for protection and self-confidence development. It is an activity that he stuck with over the years, becoming well-versed in various forms of martial arts and gaining rank.

(4) In the same boat as supporting his extracurricular interests, the house was transformed into a safe and available space for art creation. His room has a blackboard paint wall, easels, and since they owned the house, Bee had free reign of the walls to create elaborate art pieces. One of his favorite mediums is chalk - and secondary, paint. The garden was also transformed into a bee-friendly place with herbs, trees and native plants along with beehives and a chicken shed. It is the place he spends most of his time in; creating and gardening, always happy to share his harvest with his dads.

(5) He works part time in a library. It took him multiple months and discussions to work up the courage to apply, but he is happy that he did. The job is flexible enough that they accommodate him, and ensure that he can work on jobs that require less interacting with patrons. He isn’t able to drive, but the library is close enough to their house that he is able to walk. On days when his dads are available they drive him there and back.

(6) His go-to method for telling people off if they are annoying him or overstepping boundaries is an eye-roll and the middle finger. Whilst could be considered childish, they are actions that require the least energy and get his point across.

 

[elytra]

♡coded by uxie♡

NAME Kermit Bryant-Smith
NICKNAME(S) Kerm, Kermie
AGE 42
GENDER Transmasc NB
PRONOUNS They/them/he/him
SEXUALITY Gay

APPEARANCE Kermit stands at a modest height- and by modest, I mean he stands at 6'3", towering over most people he knows, including his darling husband. That said, they hunch over most of the time, having horrible posture. Despite having nerd tendencies, they're actually fairly muscular. Pre-apocalypse, they went to the gym fairly often and participated in timber sports during high school and college. All this, combined with their habit of being completely dead-faced, leads to a pretty threatening look to them when it comes to the view of those who don't know them well.

Other than this, they have messy medium-brown hair with grey throughout, not bothering to pick out the hairs like Reece. They have a few freckles scattered about their face and shoulders and, generally, have stubble along their jawline; they never fully grow a beard, but never go clean shaven either.

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Kermit has a little, blotchy birthmark that looks kind of a heart under their right ear.

BODY MODS Over the years, they've gotten a few tattoos. The first is a centipede that curls up their right arm; then, on their left inner forearm, they have a carrion beetle. On the back of their neck, they have a top-down view of a midas fly, and then a bee fly to match his husband's above his left elbow. His ears are also pierced.

SCARS He has type surgery scars, but that's it.

CLOTHING STYLE Lots of baggy, cable-knit sweaters that tend to hide the fact he is indeed jacked. Wears tans, browns, and warm colors- nothing overly bright. During hotter days, he still tends to look very put together; he loves order. He almost always wears hiking boots, loving the ankle support they offer. While he's teaching, he wears stud earrings, but otherwise he has a selection of funky earrings he wears, adding a pop of color to otherwise non-colorful outfits.

POST-OUTBREAK His hair is a little messier, though he does try to cut it himself; he was due for a cut right before the apoc hit, and kind of hates himself for not getting it right before so he could avoid the fate of shaggy hair sooner. He also still attempts to keep his stubble as stubble and not a full beard, but that's been tough. He's been restricted to stud earrings and wears a t-shirt and jeans, something that causes him distress.

PERSONALITY TRAITSMonotone, expressionless (but doesn't get that), lover of humor, loyal, protective, awkward, caring, sort of guy who overworks himself and pushes his own limits, a bit of a worrier.

DRIVE His drive is what its always been: keep his family safe! At all costs. Any cost. Seriously, full stop, thats always his top priority.

FEARS Unsurprisingly, either Bee or Reece getting hurt, even in the smallest of ways. He has extreme anxiety when they're out and about and out of his sight. He's also pretty terrified of large open flames.




HISTORY Kermit had a simple childhood. It wasn't bad, per say, but there were...difficulties, to say the least. People didn't tend to understand him, nor did he understand them, making getting along with others harder than he would've liked. He didn't have any friends up until high school, staying on the periphery of social groups, the extent of socializing being in his participation in timber sports.. He'd mostly resigned himself to such until junior year when he met Reece.

He was instantly smitten. Reece may have not been able to read him completely, but made an effort. It wasn't surprising to find they became attached at the hip, and less surprising when they started dating. Kermit was, to say the least, over the moon. He was less over the moon when they both attended different colleges and broke up due to long distance not working.

His college life was better than high school, though he still didn't make many friends. He helped with clubs, went to classes, continued doing timbersports, and learned about 50 different types of crafts. Didn't date, though considered it heavily; downloaded tinder only to delete it minutes later. He graduated with a degree in entomology, and eventually would go on to get a PhD as well, falling into the niche of forensic entomology.

He moved back to his hometown while working on his PhD and through nothing short of a miracle reconnected with Reece. Turned out the being smitten thing didn't fade with time and they were soon back to dating, and after that married. Kermit began working at a college, teaching entomology courses and the like.

Then, years later, Bee was adopted. Kermit was fully convinced his son hated him for a bit, but tried his best to be there. Unfortunately, his very monotone and flat demeanor was a detriment to the process, and it took a bit for them to understand each other. That said, Kermit wouldn't trade Bee for the world, even in the beginning. He loves his family dearly, which is exactly why the apocalypse has thrown him for such a loop.

TIDBITS/HEADCANONS
(1) Kermit was born HoH. He has a hearing aid, but sometimes will pretend its off and he didn't hear someone to get out of awkward conversations. He also knows sign language and prefers that to speaking out loud, finding it easier to express himself. He's taught both Reece and Bee ASL.

(2) He has an intense interest in puppetry and has had that interest since he was very young. It was the reason he chose the name Kermit... along with the fact he's interested in flies.

(3) They love jokes. Despite not saying them with much visible emotion, they try to be funny. It makes their day when Reece laughs.

(4) They've kept every single piece of art Bee has ever given them. They've laminated some.

(5) They sew and make homemade stuffed animals and puppets. Bee and Reece are the people who receive said objects.

(6) Their favorite fly is the long legged fly.

(7) They are obsessive about being neat and tidy. They love organization so so much.

(8) His students didn't know he was married until he minimized a tab and revealed his laptop background.

(9) Their top goal was to discover a new species. They are so sad they didn't get to.

(10) They like being touched, but only by people they know well and trust. 0 to 100. They'll go from staying six feet away from someone to then hanging off of Reece at any given opportunity.

 

[elytra]

♡coded by uxie♡

NAME Cosmo Hawthorne
NICKNAME(S) Mo
AGE 25
GENDER Cis Guy
PRONOUNS He/HIm
SEXUALITY Bi

APPEARANCE Mo is, unfortunately for him, pretty short. He stands at 5'3", 5'4" when he's wearing high-tops. He has hair that was dyed/bleached white, but the dark brown roots are beginning to show due to...you know. The apocalypse. Freckles all over his face and dimples when he smiles, as well as his eyes going squinty. He's pretty much always clean shaven, not liking the feeling of a beard or stubble. Physique wise, he has a bit of muscle arm-wise, but otherwise...not really. Big string-bean energy, to be completely honest. He's got thick eyebrows and heterochromatic eyes (blue left, right brown). He's a very expressive person when it comes to his emotions, so expect the scrunching of eyebrows and wobbling of lips when he starts crying.

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Probably his hair, hah. Other than that, he has a slightly chipped front tooth.

BODY MODS Pierced ears, but no tattoos! He had one planned, but then the apoc hit. Oh well!

SCARS N/A

CLOTHING STYLE Lots of green. Loves hoodies and has a green one with a turtle graphic on it. Wears beanies and pins, good pairs of jeans, and high top sneakers. Loves graphic t-shirts. Has a bunch of those woven friendship bracelets and the like, along with a variety of rings.

POST-OUTBREAK Has kept the paracord bracelets, ditched the rings for safety. Otherwise, still has most of his clothes intact, if not a bit dirtier. Has a few more scuffs to show for everything as well from ducking and running from trouble.

PERSONALITY TRAITS Excitable, sunshine-esque personality, but still pretty anxious around new people. Tends to ramble when he feels awkward. Very emotional, pretty trusting. Hates crying but does it often. Tries to be as helpful as possible. Loves socializing, even if its tough sometimes.

DRIVE Survival, plus finding people to survive with.

FEARS Heights




HISTORY WIP

TIDBITS/HEADCANONS
(1) Loves turtles. Loves baking (as is his job). Absolutely made turtle bread.

(2) Archery is his sport of choice. This is mostly because he was obsessed with Katniss from the Hunger Games.

(3) Easily won over by sweets and fun drinks.

(4) Has one of those rubber chew necklaces, since its one of his nervous habits.

(5) Has a bad knee and thus has a knee brace.

(6) Embarrassed by his first name and thus just goes by Mo. Only people he gets very close to get to know he's named Cosmo.

(7) WIP all the way down until tomorrow!

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[Twin Fantasy]

Biff Laurence

#Killer Beast

#Lars Ulrich

♡coded by uxie♡

NAME Biff Laurence
NICKNAME(S) Biffy (DO NOT CALL HIM THIS)
AGE 19
GENDER Trans Male
PRONOUNS he/him
SEXUALITY Bisexual

APPEARANCE With a bit of a wide, stocky build, Biff makes up for a small height by having a decent amount of muscle. This strong body betrays his softer facial features, rounded out a bit in the cheeks and jaw. He's got small shoulders, but substantial arms. His hair is long ("in a metal way, not in a feminine way") and a sort of orange-brown. It's very fluffy, at least when he remembers to wash it.

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES A tiny stubble-stache that he is SO proud of.

BODY MODS Pierced ears and a stick-and-poke skull tattoo on his shoulder.

SCARS Top surgery scars.

CLOTHING STYLE Biff dresses like a motorcycle dad, for lack of a better word. He's all denim jackets with torn sleeves, band t-shirts, thick leather pants, chains and heavy-duty boots. He owns a motorcycle helmet that he sometimes just wears casually, as well as a pair of sunglasses.

POST-OUTBREAK Honestly? Very little has changed. This man already looks like a Mad Max reject.

PERSONALITY TRAITS Perhaps to "make up" for his upbringing, Biff has embraced macho manly man behavior in just about every way. He likes motorcycles, snakes and hard rock, and he's also a pretty generally unpleasant person. Dumber than a box of rocks and twice as painful to have thrown at you, Biff asserts his dominance in just about every situation he enters. He needs YOU to know that HE'S in charge, no matter who's "really" in charge. Niceties confuse him and he doesn't fuck with small talk.

DRIVE This man is here for himself and nobody else. He will almost always put himself above others and that's just a reality of life.

FEARS It doesn't seem like he has any...




HISTORY (TWs for transphobia/homophobia, domestic + child abuse and alcoholism)
Born with a name Biff dares not utter to this day, he was the middle "daughter" of a small suburban family. His daddy was an English teacher and his mommy was a homemaker. They were kind of broke, but ultimately doing okay. At least, that's what you'd figure from a distance. The truth is, Mr. Laurence was a pill and a half. He'd hit his wife, he'd hit his kids. What else is new? What else causes a normal child to turn into an alpha male monster like Biff?

He was a pretty average kid, other than the bruises. Did average little girl things back when he was a little girl. But then he stopped doing those things, he got tired of them. All at once. Suddenly. He decided he was more of a "sports, cars and bugs" kid. Flushed his only Barbie down the toilet. (And then cried about it, because fuck, that was his only one.)
Life continued, in that cyclical way that it does. Every day the same dream. Blood on the carpet. Hands in his hair. Up until middle school, at least. That was where he got his first girlfriend. Ooh, spicy. And maybe they did a little bit of kissing. Nothing more, obviously, kissing was more than enough. They kept doing it. Over and over until finally they got caught. His girlfriend shoved him away and he landed on his ass like an overturned roach. He was in huge trouble.

The school called his parents, and told them what happened. Their little boy (little "girl) had been involved in some activities of a homosexual nature. That little girlfriend of his denied that they agreed to do it together, meaning Biff was up shit creek without a paddle AND without a girlfriend. He was thrown out on his ass despite only being 13.

So, he wandered, and he wandered some more. He wandered to a phone booth and called his uncle, who lived in a trailer.
Uncle Perry was an interesting guy. An alcoholic and an avid taxidermist. He allowed Biff to move in as long as he promised to get a job. Not many options for a kid that young, but hey, he got a paper route. He became interested in transitioning the next year, and Uncle Perry let him. Uncle Perry didn't give a fuck. Uncle Perry didn't even give a fuck when Biff punched out his classmate.

So why not keep doing it? People wouldn't see him as a man if they didn't fear him, after all. So maybe he became kind of a bully. The type of guy you don't want to see coming towards you.

This too would continue, something that Biff would more-or-less consider "bliss". He would end up dropping out at sixteen to pursue car repair work, and that was what he'd continue to do until the apocalypse hit. For a moment, he was safe. And then, suddenly, he wasn't. It happened all at once.
The zombies came for them both. Perhaps karma for a life spent beating down the weak, Biff found zombies in such high volume that they knocked over the trailer he was living in. Breaking through the window, he managed to escape only having to cut off an unfortunate ear and half of a finger. Uncle Perry wasn't so lucky, too drunk to get his stupid ass out and torn to bits.

Now, he wanders. In search of testosterone, food, water, and more little bitches to overpower and get free shit from.

TIDBITS/HEADCANONS
- Genuinely likes the way protein shakes taste.
- Favorite animal is the snake.
- A fighter, not a lover.
- Will steal testosterone from your friends and family.
- Big AC/DC fan.
- Solves his problems by punching them.
- Never EVER ask him how he's feeling.
- Not an alcoholic but he's working on it.

 

[Twin Fantasy]

Lyle Lapointe

#Barely Surviving

#Nick Cave

♡coded by uxie♡

NAME Lyle Lapointe
NICKNAME(S) None
AGE 23
GENDER Cis Male
PRONOUNS he/him
SEXUALITY Closeted gay

APPEARANCE One of the first things people notice about Lyle is that he's extremely short for a man his age, a fact he's particularly cagey about. He has dark, sort of greasy hair and pale skin that looks like it might have the texture of wet mozzarella. He normally tries to dress in sleek clothes that make him look taller. He lets his hair hang low past his shoulders. His facial features are youthful and buttonlike, almost making him look like a rodent.

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Aside from his height, he has a birthmark on one side of his nose.

BODY MODS Pierced ears and pierced navel, but that's all.

SCARS One from his car accident, but it's usually covered by his clothes.

CLOTHING STYLE He errs towards tight, sleek clothing. Pants that are long, to accentuate his legs and make him seem taller. He's almost always got a blazer on, or some other slick-looking jacket. As shirts go, really anything with a decent fit. His shoes tend to be well-shined, with the slightest bit of a heel to them -- again, because of his height consciousness.

POST-OUTBREAK He doesn't actually look much different. He was already a bit of a mess, now he's just a bit more. His clothes are now mostly torn since they lack any form of dymanic and are extremely inconvenient to run in.

PERSONALITY TRAITS Being the modern era's equivalent to Bobby Driscoll has turned Lyle into one sour son of a bitch. He's generally hostile, prickly, kind of sensitive, can definitely dish it out but can't take it. He's lived a life largely intellectually unenriched, so he has basically no hobbies besides watching true crime docs and snorting coke. He is absolutely lonely, but considering he's a total asshole, him being alone forever is kind of deserved. Still, it's hard not to feel a little bad after reading his Wikipedia page and realizing he used to play a bright-eyed child on TV.

DRIVE He's largely self-sufficient, finding that going from day to day is hard enough. Deep down, perhaps, all he craves is absolution.

FEARS Getting arrested. It's always been his greatest fear, ever since his little incident. He also hates driving and refuses to drive, even when sober.




HISTORY (TWs for drug abuse, child abuse/neglect, involuntary surgery and vehicular manslaughter)
Lyle was the first and only son of a wealthy couple of actors, Andrea and Luis Lapointe. Of course, with them being actors, their son was destined for the screen as well. He was quickly picked up to play a young boy named Rusty in a sitcom titled The Family Way, one of those god-awful family values shows about parents and children having relatively innocent conflicts. It was pure TV fluff, but old people loved it.

In particular, Lyle's character became sort of an icon of adorable TV kids, and as the show ran, viewers watched him grow through to his late elementary school age. He also got a few voice acting deals in cartoons and kids films. But some kids are early bloomers, and Lyle was one of them. At the age of twelve, he experienced the very familiar signs of oncoming puberty, and having been raised in a sanitized nightmare world of trash television, he was immediately overwhelmed by terror. He screamed at his own werewolf-like visage in the mirror, and the truth became clear. Little Rusty was growing up.
He was quickly put on puberty blockers to prevent him from further aging, but the fear, the possibility, it loomed over him. Years passed, and he retained his youth, but some things can't be hidden with medications -- teenage anger, for instance.

The fact of the matter was that, by age thirteen, Lyle didn't want to be Little Rusty anymore. He became known for acting up on set, sometimes showing up late or not showing up at all. He was the kind of person who was smoking cigarettes before he turned sixteen, drinking himself stupid before he could even drive. He didn't go to school -- he was homeschooled, so all of his friends were other young actors experiencing the misery of constant surveillance.

Then it happened. The network wanted him gone. His show was being cancelled -- nobody wanted that garbage anymore.

Nobody wanted him on voice roles, either. Nobody needed him anymore. Children were being born every day, and now being sixteen, it was obvious there was something off about Little Rusty. It didn't matter how much make-up he wore or how many medical procedures his parents put him under. He was grown.
The next few years of Lyle's life were a blur, as he'd begun using a wonderful thing called cocaine. He couldn't find much acting work, since it had now become apparent that he wasn't all that good at acting, and he'd developed a reputation for being... "hard to work with". Most of his actor friends were too busy to talk to him, and all his parents cared about was desperately trying to shove him back into the limelight. He was losing his mind.

It came to a head when, the day after his nineteenth birthday, he went for a joy ride in his dear old dad's Ford Thunderbird -- a beautiful vintage-style car, painted red. He was absolutely destroyed on coke and booze, and also never actually learned to drive. He was found all the way in Nevada two days later, sobbing in the front seat of the now-crashed car, which was splattered with the remains of 27-year-old Bailey Foss. A kindergarten teacher. In that moment, Lyle looked younger than he had in years, face bright red and wrinkled up in the throes of abject sorrow. He'd fucking killed someone.

He was taken into police custody, and spent half a year suffering through a real-life court drama until finally Mrs. Foss's family agreed to settle out of court. His parents paid him off, but that was the last favor they'd do for him. He had to be out of the house by the end of the month. Anything he didn't take with him would be sold.
He spent two years waiting tables for a local diner to make ends meet, slowly assimilating himself back into society as a regular jack-off. He did a bit of soul-searching, but ultimately found nothing, and when the apocalypse hit, he was woefully emotionally unprepared for what would take place next.

Being a heavy drug user, he's spent most of the last five months trying to satisfy his fix and avoid dying in the process. He's more or less become a glorified bandit, which isn't where he saw himself ten years ago. Life is a mysterious beast.

TIDBITS/HEADCANONS
- His favorite food is cocaine. Just kidding, it's ham.
- He only really has one hobby of note -- watching true crime documentaries.
- His favorite song is "Teenage Dirtbag" by Wheatus. wow, so relatable!
- He never got his drivers license and has a phobia of driving for backstory reasons.
- He's genuinely awful at math and avoids doing it as much as possible.
- His drink of choice is a white Russian. Soft, smooth and strong. Like Dwayne Johnson.
- He likes tea. Earl grey, specifically.
- So far in the closet that he hasn't really figured out he's gay yet.