After the Apocalypse ☣ discussion

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Name:Chrome Dokuro
Nickname:Dokuro, Chrome

Age:20

Gender:M

Appearance:

Hair Color:Blonde

Eye ColorBlue-Green

Height:6'6"

Style:Casual, but always wears dark clothes

Personality:Dokuro is very cold and mean, but deep down has a gentle, caring side that barely ever surfaces. He is very quick to anger and will hurt anyone, no matter who they are, if they get in his way. Chrome doesn't seem to care about anyone or anything but himself, but really he thinks of someone else's health and happiness instead of his own.

History:Chrome lost his parents to the virus, and watched as his brother was killed by them. He became so depressed and angry that he decided he would kill any zombie in sight. He hates everything about his life now, considering it went from almost perfect to absolute Hell.

Areas of Strength:Fighting, hacking, can make pretty much anything into an explosive

Weaknesses:Gets sick easily

Relationships:Open

Weapons:Explosives(dynamite sticks), sword

Place of Residence:New York

Other:He smokes

Name: Abigail (Abbie) Redgrave

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Appearance:



Hair color: Brown with blond streaks

Eye color: Brown

Height: 5"6

Style: Abbie liked her jeans and t-shirts, she's not much of a girly girl and feels at home wearing simple casual clothes

Personality: Abbie's a tough cookie who knows how to look after herself. She's a smart girl but she can be cocky and arrogant which sometimes gets the best of her. Not one to turn her nose up at a challenge she's gotten herself into scrapes simply because she refused to back down. Abbie's something of a hardened character, she grew up quickly in a single parent family and has her fair share of jerk boyfriends in the past which has completely messed up her trusting nature. She's ironic, sarcastic, witty and dead stubborn, so if you're going to try and mess with her, you can count on Abbie coming back with a snarky remark. Nobody really gets to know Abbie, well aside from Mikele but even that took a while and even now there are times when she shells up completely and doesn't even let him in. Still she remains incredibly loyal and protective over those she cares about.

History: Abbie grew up in Brooklyn in a single parent family with an alcoholic father, she got by as best she could working shifts at a local diner to bring in some money and trying to pay the medical bills to break her fathers habit. Abbie doesn't have very many memories of her mother, the woman was flighty and left when Abbie was only an infant. It's just been her and her father since then, even if her Dad was barely coherent most of the time. She learned to shut him out when he was in one of his stupors and spent a large amount of time out of the house, visiting friends or just hanging about in the park. When the apocalypse hit she was in the city, away from the suburbs of her family home. She'd been walking her dog Jax when it had come up on the news and the panic had ensued. The government had started the quarantine process and Abbie was forced to leave her father behind. She broke away from the quarantine center after a while, they didn't approve of the dog and the nurses were tetchy so one day she just upped and left. Abbie met Mikele a month or so later and things went from there, they've been dealing with things together ever since and with the help of a few trusted others.

Areas of strength: Close range shooting, hand to hand combat,

Weaknesses: She can't cook and she has a tendency to push people away

Relationships: Mikele is her ish...I dunno what they are

Weapons: A knife and a small handgun

Place of Residence: Usually at the hospital

Other: She's allergic to cats and she hates them...and for those of you that remember her dog he's now called Jax and pictured below:

Name: Olivia

Age: 20

Gender: F

Appearance:



Hair color: Blonde

Eye color: Bright Green

Height: 5'7

Style: Whatever is sexily viable for her to hunt zombies in !

Personality (At least three sentences): This girl's your badass, zombie hunting, attitude, female. You want someone that doesn't take BS and isn't scared to slit someones throat, human or zombie? this would be Olivia. She doesn't take kindly to disrespect, she's a bit of a feminist, and doesn't rely on anyone. She's a bit soft toward Connor but that's about it babe.

History (At least three sentences): Olivia has had it hard from the get go. She grew up in an abusive home, she ran away once the apocalypse happened. She went straight to New York. There she found Brian and his gang of misfits. She thought that she had found her place, where she belonged. The gang looked like it was a family, a group that was close knit and took care of each other. That is until Brian started physically abusing Olivia for any little thing she did that he didn't like. Olivia finally broke free with the help of Lori once she realized that what she and Brian were was not love or family of any sort. Connor patched her up after some very bad last attempt abuse from Brian. Olivia was immediately attracted to the good doctor. She knew that he would always be too good for her but she couldn't help but be pulled to him. We'll see how things go for the two.

Areas of strength: Fighting zomb's, keeping people away, not letting them get too attached to her.

Weaknesses: Not very good socially, she isn't too good with bows.

Relationships: Brian, her ex. who is now dead x.x
Connor... not sure what they are..

Weapons: Her pick axe is her main, Knives, she has wrist sheaths, and some in her boots. She'll use whatever's available though, this girls a scrapper.

Place of residence: Wherever she finds a place to lay her head.

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Name: Jace Carpathian

Age: 17

Gender: M

Location of Birth: Toronto: Canada

Date of Birth: April 10

Appearance:

Hair color: Dirty blonde

Eye color: Dark blue

Height: 6'0

Style: Steam punkish

Personality : Jace is a good guy, most of the time. He doesn't trust easily, and always leaves behind an imprint on those that he meets. He's more of a jokester, that way he doesn't have to get too close to people. His father was a total prick and made him a bit insecure. Though he keeps others at a distance, he still cares. Though he doesn't usually make it too well known unless he's really close to the person or is deeply concerned for them. He likes to be different and unique, he doesn't like to copy people, he wants to be his own person.

History: Jace grew up in Toronto Canada, he helped his dad out on his ranch off and on over the years since the age of five. His dad eventually got the turn of taking care of his cousin Mikele, and his dad actually let Mikele stay with them longer than any other family member, a total of three years in a row. Mikele left soon after that and went on his own though. Which of course upset Jace because he had been like a brother to Jace, and a reprieve from his abusive father. Jace left home at 16, he went to New York when he heard Mikele died. He went to New York to fight zombies, he didn't much care whether he lived or died at that point in his life. Mikele went after him as soon as he heard about it. The two eventually ran into one another, and are thick as thieves once again. Though they fight at times, like most brothers, they trust each other completely and love one another like brothers should.

Areas of strength: Jace can shoot a gun, crossbows, and loves to sketch.

Weaknesses: He's not good with trusting people, he also doesn't like to listen very well. He's a bit thickheaded and likes to do things his own way. He's emotionally screwed up, but aren't we all?

Relationships: None as of yet.

Weapons: A pistol, and two one-handed axes.

Place of residence: Wherever he happens to be, usually near Mikele.

Other: Jace believes everyone deserves a second chance...

Name: Samantha (Sam) Jones

Age: 17

Gender: F

Appearance: http://m.weheartit.com/entry/51372290...

Hair color: Black

Eye color: Brown

Height: 5 foot 6

Style: Samantha is generally wearing skinny jeans, which are battered now, and some kind of tee/hoodie, depending on the weather. She wears her long, dark hair in a single braid.

Personality: Samantha is a nice enough girl. The problem is that she doesn't trust anyone anymore. She's been wronged a few times since life as she knew it ended, and it's certainly messed with her mind. She sees everyone as out to get her, and is generally afraid of people. She loves her art, though. She sometimes just goes out wherever and draws the deserted areas, somewhat fascinated by them.

History: Samantha grew up in the upper east side if manhattan. She's an only child, and her parents were on business in Europe when the disease hit. She never expected them to return, and they never have. Samantha wanders around the cities area for the most part, doing her best to steer clear of everything. It's not too hard, once you get the hang of it. She tried to join a band of people in the beginning, but they'd tried to hurt her, so shed run away, and hasn't spoken to another person ever since.

Strengths: Intelligence, independence

Weaknesses: Fear, somewhat weak.

Weapons: A dagger and a small gun that she doesn't really know how to use. She likes to tell herself that if she needed it, the knowledge would magically come to her.

Place of residence: Wherever she happens to be.

Name: Kyle McPhee

Age: 24

Gender: M

Appearance:

Hair color: Dark Brown. Short (2cm).

Eye color: Deep Green.

Height: 6'4

Style: Dark Black jeans, worn out at the knees. Loose black sleeveless shirt. Full length dark leather coat, sleeveless, with a deep hood. Keeps his face hidden inside hood at all times when in the presence of other humans.

Personality: Quiet and confident. Every thing he says sounds cooly formal. Hardly ever raises his voice. Moves with the languid grace of a cat. Fierce instinct to protect women and children. Judges others harshly, fairly, and decisively. Fully embraces the new world and its laws, or lack thereof. There are only two types of enemies to him: Those that have been suitably dealt with, and those that are still alive.

History: Kyle Grew up with his dad in a cabin in the middle of NOWHERE in New York state. His father was very much the hermit. He never knew his mother. Their cabin was located on private land, in dense forest miles and miles from the next living human being. Kyle's contact with the outside world was non existent until his 17th birthday when his father decided he ought to know theres a whole wide world out there. He wasnt completely ignorant, his father owned an old radio and it was through this he acquainted himself with the world. It was still quite a shock when his father brought him to the closest town. After that Kyle made regular visits to towns and cities of all sizes. 6 years later his father died. Kyle could see no reason to remain in that lonely cabin and decided he wanted a real life, in the city. So he made his way to New York... just in time for the apocalypse. When things started going crazy he went to the safest place he could think of. Central Park. There he has remained for an entire year, living on foodstuffs he found or stole in the city. At last though his supplies were running out and it was time to explore the city...

Areas of strength: Woodcraft. Keen senses. Finely honed instincts. Size and physical strength. An uncanny ability to move gracefully and quietly. Clever.

Weaknesses: Socially awkward. Not good around other humans. Risks his life for reasons of honor or "doing the right thing". Poor night vision. Lack of technological expertise. Very bad shot with any kind of gun. Stubborn.

Relationships: Absolutely none. His arrival in New York came almost exactly when the apocalypse was sweeping through. He grabbed supplies once he realized what was happening and retreated to the Park and has not seen a living human since. Father is dead. No other family. No friends.

Weapons: Hunting knife, Matte black, 10", belt sheathe. Wood Axe, hung on a braided loop inside his coat. Iron gauntlet, right hand, that he has since given spikes (2"), originally in a Medieval museum exhibit he passed through on his way into the Park.

Place of residence: Central Park. For now.

Other: Hasnt seen a single human soul in a year. Believes himself to be alone, possibly the last man alive. Has no information on greater world events. Doesn't know about the meteor. Only knows that the undead arose, started eating everyone and that he's been damn lucky to stay alive this long. He fully expects to die on his venture into the city for fresh supplies.

Name: Dr Nicola (Nikki) Monroe

Age: 39

Gender: Female

Appearance:


Hair color: Highlighted blonde with streaks of grey

Eye color: Dark Brown

Height: 5"7

Style: Normally dressed in casual clothes beneath scrubs or her usual white lab coat. She wears a locket which has a picture of her, Connor and Beth inside.

Personality: Nikki is a very kind, compassionate person. She puts the thoughts of others before her own and only has the interests of her patients at heart. She's incredibly smart but can occasionally be make reckless decisions. As much as Nikki tries to keep her emotions intact she can occasionally have severe mood swings, these have been brought on by years of numbing her senses to death and to loss. She has a natural mothering instinct and has been a great parent to both Connor and the rest of the people that she has taken into her care. In all she's a kind but slightly misunderstood person who tries to do the right thing in every situation.

History: Nicola was born in Chicago. She always had an affinity with helping people and so decided to move to New York when she was seventeen, to a good school from which she went on to study medicine. In her third year at school Nikki was out one night with friends, she got very drunk and was involved in a one night stand with one of her fellow students. She was no worse for wear but found out a few weeks later that she was in fact pregnant. Nikki left school and gave birth to Connor nine months later. She moved back in with her parents and attended night school in order to continue her studies. It took a few extra years but she graduated from med-school and began her career as a doctor. She brought Connor up well, working part time day shifts so she could pick him up from school. He had an okay childhood as far as they go but Nikki felt bad as he often had to stay with her parents. She had Caitlyn when she was thirty one and brought her up as well, when the apocalypse hit though she was unable to save her daughter or her husband who both succumbed to the infection. Her husband was removed by the military and Nikki has been hiding Caitlyn away ever since. She now hopes to make it up to Connor by being a brave and determined role model.

Areas of strength: Medicine, helping people and listening

Weaknesses: Her family.

Relationships: Her son Connor and daughter Caitlyn are the only family she has left...of sorts. She is a widower and never kept in contact with Connor's father.

Weapons: Medical supplies and a baseball bat that she keeps next to the bed.

Place of residence: New York General Hospital

Other: She puts her family before everything else.

Name: Connor Monroe

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Hair color: Sandy brown

Eye colour: Blue

Height: 6"2

Style: He likes his jeans or chinos and loose shirts, often found with a scrub jacket thrown over his shirt or a stethoscope around his neck. He's normally wearing boots or sneakers.

Personality: Connor has always played the good guy, he's the knight in shining armour and upholds chivalry and good values. His upbringing taught him the importance of taking care of others and looking out for his family and friends. Naturally he has the kind and empathetic nature of his mother which is probably why he wanted to follow her into medicine. He's a very calm guy with a good work ethic and tendency to put the lives of others before his own. He's brave, smart and good with an axe although he hates the concept of killing and his helping his mother to find a cure for the apocalypse. His only worry is that his mother is doing it for the wrong reasons, he worries she is becoming obsessed with finding a cure for Caitlyn.

History: Connor was raised mostly by his mother and her parents in a small town house in New York. He worked as a teenager in local coffee shops, delivering papers and takeaways in order to raise money for med school. He got straight A's all through his school life and when graduation came, with a little help from his Mom and grandparents Connor was able to pay to go to medschool. He was halfway through his course when the apocalypse hit. Connor travelled home only to find that his stepfather had been afflicted by the disease and as had his step-sister. Connor helped his devastated mother to hide Beth away when the military came and then the three of them left the family home. They shacked up in the hospital and have been helping and trying to find a cure ever since.

Areas of strength: Science and medicine, good with cars and mechanics.

Weaknesses: He suffers from a fear of small spaces

Relationships: He wants Olivia to be his girlfriend but doubts she'll comply

Weapons: An axe from the fire cupboard at the hospital

Place of residence: New York General Hospital

Other:

Name: Ana Hartman

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Appearance:



Hair color: Light brown

Eye color: Hazel

Height: 5"8

Style: Tight fitting clothes, tight jeans, heavy boots and revealing tank tops, bracers

Personality: Ana is stubborn, gutsy and sometimes a right pain in the ass. She always thinks she's right. Well most of the time she is, but Ana is pretentious enough to assume that her way will always be the right way. She's strong-willed a bit of a feminist and she's worked hard to get where she is today. Ana hates being told what to do and prefers to do her own thing or lead her own team. She has problems with trust which stem from pent up daddy issues and an array of rather painful break ups. Ana is forward thinking, smart and analytical willing to lay anything on the line for the good of getting a job done. She's dangerous to even the largest man and she doesn't mind being underestimated so long as she gets to prove you wrong after.

History: Ana was born into a long line of military personnel, it was a military family. Her father before her was a general and she was dragged up and down the country staying in barracks from a young age. She showed potential as a youngster, her father had taught her how to handle a gun and one thing led to another. She joined the army at seventeen, worked her way up the ranks and was later plucked from the forces by the government and the FBI. She was twenty at this point. Ana worked undercover as a spook, gathering information and working in specialist teams to bring in targets. When the apocalypse hit the government set up a specialist task force know as the Nighthawks. These were a group of elite members, each of whom was allocated to an infected city. From there they were supposed to reduce the number of infected, gather survivors and help set up safe areas. Ana was assigned to New York and for the first few weeks she performed well. But the strain got worse, it became impossible to keep track and she later ended up fending for her own life. That was when she was picked up by Morbitex Industrial, a multi-million dollar corporation who were working to rid the infection. However to do this they needed live human subjects, that became Ana's new job on the side. Working with a team of soldiers she helped bring in many unwilling subjects to further the research at the aptly named Morbitex.

Areas of strength: Killing, not feeling remorse.

Weaknesses: Impulsiveness

Relationships: None

Weapons: A bow and arrow, a heavy duty revolver, blades built into her shoes and wrist blades

Place of residence: She sleeps in an old hotel, she's blocked off the lower floors and she lives in a third floor suite.

Other:

Name: Lori Demato

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Appearance:
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Hair color: Dark brown/ Black

Eye color: Brown

Height:5"7

Style: She likes things that are tight, very short and very revealing. She dresses how she feels and usually that's trashy.

Personality: Lori has a lot of pent up issues. She's spent the last year or so running with a gang and got even more involved once the apocalypse it. Lori likes the good things in life, money, drugs, clothes whatever money can buy that's what she wants. It seemed natural to stick with the gang when the apocalypse began, they had a large amount of control over the city and had accumulated a large number of assets both legal and illegal. Lori hates doing what she's told but can be obedient when it suits her. She looks out for herself and no one else, wanting to be treated like a princess and without a care for anyone else.

History: Lori was born into a single parent family, she grew up in a rough area and attended a school on and off until she was sixteen. Lori left as soon as she could with few qualifications and got a job as a dancer in a local bar. She got in with the gang after she got the attention of the leader when he stopped by. Lori left and became a member of the gang, staying at the headquarters and warming more than one bed. It wasn't a good life, but she got food, drink and whatever else she wanted at a price. When Jace and the others rescued her some would have said it was her salvation, she disagrees and just bums about the hospital without much purpose at all.

Areas of strength: ...uh, she's good at flirting her way out of situations

Weaknesses: Selfish, not the brightest of buttons, she's a bit dim

Relationships: She had a thing with the ex-leader before he died, a friend of Olivia's sort of....and she may or may not be crushing on Jace...nobody can deny a knight in shining armour.

Weapons: A small penknife

Place of residence: New York General Hospital

Other: She wants to change, honestly

Name: Tokie Hennero

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Hair color: Black

Eye color: Black

Height: 5'11

Style: Leather, when he's not in his lab coat and slacks. He's a scientist, it depends on the setting.

Personality (At least three sentences): Tokie is an all new kind of evil. He's sick and twisted, not one to be messed with lightly. Tokie was raised in a home that despised the government, he was an intelligent child that picked up things quickly. Bombs were his first achievement in life, he went on to learn how to make other things, but nothing came of them because of the apocalypse. He lost a lot of technology when it hit. He has a lot of anger in him, some might think that he has some sort of kindness or goodness buried deep within him, think again friend, there's not a shred of it in him.

History (At least three sentences): Tokie grew up in ghetto Tokyo, Japan. His parents hated the government, the rules, the politics. They put all of their beliefs and actions into their son at four years old. Somehow they had made an intelligent child from two average people. Tokie didn't know anything else until the apocalypse hit, zombies killed his parents. Did he shoot them? No, he kept them as pets. He thought it was funny, so he found more and kept them as pets as well. Someone messed with him once and his father went after the guy, this got Tokie to thinking about all the uses for zombies. He decided to start his own business, who cares if it was the end of the world? He found crazy guys like him that had a high IQ to help him, he instructed them to start working on live, human test subjects that he hired mercenaries to get for him. He wanted to create new types of zombies, ones that would be beneficial for him to take over the world. Some say that Tokie's a bit mad, other's say he's brilliant, one things for sure, he's a dangerous bugger. They're inventing new zombies alright, but still not ones that can be controlled really, if they're not to Tokie's liking he just has them released into regular population, not caring who it affects. Morbitex is Tokie's company, those that haven't heard of it, will one day. Either by word of mouth, or by being a new test subject.

Areas of strength: Science, evil plotting, torture, killing.

Weaknesses: He doesn't think anyone can or could be better or smarter than him, this will be his doom one day.

Relationships: Hah, he has ho's picked up for him every once in a while to keep him occupied, when he loses interest he has them taken to be new test subjects, never waste anything!

Weapons: He has many weapons, in face his room is usually surrounded by zombies, that are hungry for fresh flesh, so beware.

Place of residence: Morbitex, his company.

Other: He's coming for you.... *evil laughter*

LEENA IS OCCUPYING THIS GUY BECAUSE I HAVE TOO MANY CHARACTERS SPENDING TIME WITH HIM AND RPING WITH MYSELF IS LIKE TRYING TO HIGH FIVE YOURSELF IT'S STILL INTERESTING BUT SELDOM WORKS OUT THE WAY YOU PLANNED.


Name: Bradley J. Lennox

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Hair color: Brown

Eye color: Hazel green

Height: 6"0

Style: Normally in his army uniform, camo gear or plain black t-shirts

Personality: Bradley is your typical boy next door turned army grunt. He's friendly when he wants to be and he's smiley when he want to be. Bradley makes a good soldier, he cares a lot about his work and very little about anything else, well aside from his younger sister Mikayla and his runaway girlfriend Ashley. He likes the simple things in life, good food, fresh air and something to work with. Still working as part of a team for Morbitex has really helped him to come out as a confident and rounded leader, he doesn't always agree with what they do but he gets the job done and he does it well.

History: Bradley had a pretty normal upbringing but he got in with the wrong crowd at school and thus his school grades began to drop. He didn't get the grades to go to college so joined the army instead. In hindsight it was probably the best thing for him. He learnt good values, a sense of pride and learnt how to react in most situations. When the apocalypse hit he stayed close within the army ranks, his sister a young techy was with him and he began to form a relationship with a young lieutenant called Ashley. They worked well as a team, extracting survivors and fending zombies out of New York. When Morbitrex arrived with job prospects things were looking pretty thin on the ground for Bradley and the rest of the team. They accepted what Morbitrex was offering despite the ethical issues and now work for Tokie.

Areas of strength: Hand to hand combat, shooting long and short range

Weaknesses: His family and his pride

Relationships: Sort of boyfriend to Ashley but she's been AWOL recently, the morality of working for Morbitex is starting to affect her and she's not often at the base anymore. His sister Mikayla who he lives with at the barracks and he may or may not be developing feelings for Ana the highly capable and trained Morbitex Agent.

Weapons: Handgun, semi-auto machine gun hunting knife

Place of residence: New York Army Barracks

Other: He's a dog person, soft spot for animals - anyone is welcome to make team members for him and if you're making a character Abigail I would welcome the two of them being friends.

Name: Sir Edmund Frankies, Ph.D

Age: 32

Gender: M

Appearance:

Hair color: Dark brown.

Eye color: Dark brown.

Height: 6'3

Style: A "living stereotype of a mad scientist" sums it up nicely. Some kind of headgear. White lab coat. khakis, button down shirt. Pocket protector. Old leather banded watch. Large.

Personality: Believes the apocalypse occured solely to give him wonderful things to experiment with! The downfall of the human race is a minor consideration. A footnote. No morals whatsoever. Animal testing? Great. Human testing? FUN. Always strictly adheres to lab procedure and detailed notes. Undeniably brilliant. Asserts he was knighted before the zombies arose, unprooved. Refuses to acknowledge anyone unless they address him absurdly with both of his so-called titles: Sir Dr. Frankies. Overall the most amoral person you've ever met.

History: Grew up in NY City. Graduated highschool at age 12. Attended the top universities in the world. I say universities, plural, because he never lasted more than a year at any of them before being dismissed for "ethical reasons". Considers himself the highest authority there is. On anything. Does not take orders well. Ended up at Morbitex when no other company would even accept his call, let alone credentials.

Areas of strength: Genius. IQ of 176. Organized. Creative. FAST, physically.

Weaknesses: Thin and gangly. No social skills to speak of. No empathy for anything. What most would generously call a "unique" sense of humor.

Relationships: None to speak of really. He only has regular contact with Tokie Hennero, who checks his progress on zombie developement. Mercenaries often bring him test subjects and the like but he pays them no mind at all. The Sir Dr. is not only amoral but asexual. Women are just a human variant to him.

Weapons: His mind. An old 6 shooter he keeps in his lab coat pocket. Right side. Garotte cleverly disguised as a simple gold necklace.

Place of residence: Morbitex. He never leaves his lab.

Other: Much to Tokie's annoyance part of Sir Dr. Frankies deal with him to create super zombies was that he be allowed to run his own experiments with no input from him. Which has led to a rather bizarre section of the facility, a place the mercs call "Pet Cemetary". Im sure you can guess what's in it.

Ellen, I'd be glad to let Eric be his best bud or something! Let's do this!

Name: Eric Cinch

Age: Twenty one.

Gender: M

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Hair color: Sandy blond hair, trimmed short in a military style. (Unlike the photo)

Eye color: Rimmed by thin eyelashes, Eric has blue eyes.

Height: 6'2.

Style: On a work-day, which is everyday, he's wearing his army uniform and combat boots. On those rare occasions that he's not in uniform, he likes some blue jeans a teeshirts. Comfortable and sensible all the way.

Personality: Eric likes to have a good time, and he hates to over complicate things. His eyes see things for what they are, and he's not afraid to be honest. He's gotten into his share of tumbles, and he hasn't seemed to outgrow his teenage stupidity yet, but give him time. He can be the best guy ever, but screw with people in front of him, and you're asking for it. He loves hard, and he fights for what he loves. And in his opinion- you can go rot in a hole if you don't do the same.

History: Eric grew up in a nice home, Nashville Tennessee, so he's got that twang to his voice, but he' not a full on hillbilly. His mother was a beautiful lady, and his father taught him how to respect people, and how to properly throw a punch when respect hit the fan. When he hit eighteen, his parents died in a car crash, but he figures that's a better way to go than this crap the world is dealing with now.
He moved to NY 5 years ago, with hopes to start over, and make a nice life. Although, zombies wasn't really what he had in mind.

Areas of strength: He's an armyman, so he can handle most assault weapons, and he own quite the collection of knives. He's also a nice learner.

Weaknesses: He let's rash decisions harm him, and he acts before he thinks most times. He trusts people too easily, but it's not always a bad thing...

Relationships: Ellie, and Bradley, and he loves to pretend he hates Mikayla even though everyone knows it's not true at all.

Weapons: His knives and his guns, and his fists.

Place of residence: New York Army Barracks

Other: TBW

Name: Reagan Lee Demurr

Age: Twenty One years old, though she barely cares anymore to keep track

Gender: Feminine

Appearance:


Reagans attitude and appearance go hand and hand, one complementing the other. Her wild and untamed attitude is perfectly summed up in her fierce looks, each wild lock and angled bone matching her personality perfectly. Reagan stands at a proud 5'6, her body tall, lean, and rather strong, for underneath her warm tan skin lays firm muscles formed from years of hard work. Her limbs are longer than she would want them, especially her lengthy legs that seem to make up most of her height. Reagans face is made of symmetrical angles, the edges smoothed just enough to five her a fierce yet feminine look. Her facial features are all equal in size for the most part and are in right proportions. Her eyes are bright and cheery, though they are two totally different colors. Her right eyes is a bright hazel, a light teal hue with a star burst of chocolate brown around the pupil. Her other eye is a mix of different shades of brown, everything from a warm hazelnut color to a deep mahogany. They are framed by thick, lengthy lashes, often times used to veil the emotions that are expressed in her eyes. Her dark crimson lips hide straight pearly teeth, and occasionally she will pull them into a slightly lopsided smile, her signature grin. On top of her head is a giant mass of honey curls, completely free and extremely stubborn, always resisting Reagans constant attempts to somehow to something with it.

Hair color: A warm honey like color with golden highlights

Eye color: Her right eyes is a bright hazel, a light teal hue with a star burst of chocolate brown around the pupil. Her other eye is a mix of different shades of brown, everything from a warm hazelnut color to a deep mahogany.

Height: 5'6

Style: Reagan has a sort of army punk style. Her main articles of clothing are....
~Combat boots
~Oversized military jackets
~Shorts with tights
~Cargo pants
~Aviator sunglasses

Personality: Reagan is truly a girl who has thrown all her cares out the window, who has given up on society and has decided to just stay put and watch the world collapse around her. She's one who will sit in the bed of her truck, smoke a cigarette and simply just observe, observe the masses of people panicking, the tons of infected corpses roaming the streets, and the utter chaos that has fallen upon each and every one of the people of the world. Well, everyone except her. Reagan has given up on the world, given up on life, and has fully accepted her own demise. She prefers to sit back and relax, instead of fighting for an impossible cause. Reagan is a bad ass, a girl who will take nothing from no one. She's feisty, with a fiery personality and a ticking-time-bomb-of-a-temper, an angry girl mad at the world and all who inhabit it. She's had a tough life, which has given her tough skin, able to take any harsh word of phrase that is thrown at her. She no longer expects anything from other, from the world, for she believes that she is the only one out there who will actually care for silly Reagan DeMurr.

History: Reagan crew up in a small seaside town in a moldy creaky hut-of-a-house. She lived with her father only, a cruel and drunkard man who most of the time didn't even know he had a daughter. Reagan escaped her abusive father with her younger sister, escaping in the middle of the night. They were living quite well considering the conditions of the world at that moment, though a year ago things changed. Her sister was bitten, and the infection slowly took over her. Reagan never left her side, tried as hard as she could to somehow save her sister from becoming a victim of the virus. Eventually her sister turned, and attacked her, not remembering any part of her human life. Reagan, in self defense, was forced to shoot her own sister to keep herself alive. From then on she has been swallowed by guilt and has just.. given up.

Areas of strength: Reagan is incredibly fast, able to reach insane speeds with little hassle due to her incredibly long legs. Her reflex speed is grand, for she is able to make quick and sudden movements without a thought. Reagan also has the agility of a dancer, for she is both nimble and graceful. She also has great aim, and the bullet that leaves the barrel of her gun never misses.

Weaknesses: Reagan has lost her fight. Truthfully, she probably wouldn't resist if a walker sprung on her. She's done with life and is content to just watch the world go down. Reagan has talents, though she is too depressed to use them. Another one of her weakness is her temper. Often times when it flairs she allows herself to make decisions based on how she feels. Often times this leads to nothing good.

Relationships: Her drunken father and deceased sister

Weapons: A large collection of small but powerful guns, all elegant and deadly.

Place of residence: No where specific. She's simply a roamer.

Other:

Name: Electra Jago or EJ
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance: http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m53...
Hair color: Long Flowing Red Hair
Eye color: Light Brown
Height: 5' 11"
Style (Clothing-wise): DJ wear and a lot of band tees along with her own twists. She loves short shorts and ankle boots, along with some heels from time to time. She also wears sunglasses and a leather jacket.
Special markings or accessories: Ears pierced
Belly button pierced: http://s3.amazonaws.com/bellybling/31...
Tattoos:
On the top of her back: http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m74...
On the right side of her back: http://oddbloggings.com/wp-content/up...
On the left side of her back: http://www.tattooset.com/images/tatto...
On the back of her neck: http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_md6...
On her ankle: http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbv...

Personality: EJ is the type of person that would tell you if you looked fat in a dress. She is also the type of person that you would call "The Wicked Bitch" if it ever got far enough. She is a brutally honest person and she isn't afraid to speak her mind. EJ really doesnt really care for other people, unless you really get to know her, then she is really protective of her friends. She doesnt care about what people think of her, she is bad and she will almost always never be good. When it comes to the other population and some of the same, EJ loves to mess with them. She's one to  play with her food before she even chews and if she doesn't like it, she spits it back out without a second look. She knows she is a tease and a player, but hey what person doesnt need a little excitement in their life? EJ is hot and she knows that. She likes the chase and she will make the guy or girl come and get it if he or she wants it But,if you get close enough to her, she is a really compassionate person.

History: EJ was a child in an orphanage center in Italy along with her little brother SJ. They were put in one of those orphanages that was doom and gloom all of the time. They were barely fed, barely given hygenic needs and the girls had to strip in order to keep the operation running. Whenever they had free time, EJ would go and talk to the DJ and he taught her how to DJ. Nobody had ever escaped from there, EJ joined up with three other girls and two other guys and they escaped.

Now EJ, SJ and the others found an abandoned home and they fixed it up. Soon, one of the guys got into some gang activity and one day while EJ and SJ after being out getting groceries and visiting locals, they were all dead. So EJ and her brother packed up and started fleeing for New York. This is when she became bad, starting to steal for her and her brother to get by so that they could survive.

When they arrived in New York, she found a job as a DJ and started working. She was eventually signed to a label by a famous DJ and her manager took them in like a father would a long lost son or daughter. He was crafty with auto motive parts so he taught EJ how to  hotwire a car, take care of a car, how to drive one, and even construct one. He asked about their past, he taught both of them how to defend themselves via his brother, a famous all around martial artist. Her manager knew about her wild partying and smoking, hell she had even smoked when she was in the studio, of course away from other people, when she was making a record.But then the meteor struck, taking all of the people she kept very close to her away. EJ then fell into deeper stuff such as becoming the head of one of the most powerful gangs in New York.

Weapons: A Baseball Bat along with the sword that she stole from the Harry Potter Exhibit (EJ has hidden those back at HQ). She also has extensive knowledge of martial arts and a small dagger in a hilt in her boot.Though her main weapon is a bow with a whole lot of arrows in her quiver, also having some but not much hidden back at HQ.

Strengths: She is a fighter and EJ won't go down without one.

Weaknesses: Not seeing the consequences, Not knowing who her parents are, her past and losing her brother.

Other:She is bisexual but more leaning toward being a lesbian.

Name: Ben Caltez

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Hair color: Dark Brown

Eye color: Piercing blue

Height: 6"1

Style: Jean, boots and loose t-shirts. He has a handful of tattoos and a small shell on a leather cord around his neck that no one knows the significance of.

Personality: Army grunt turned gang leader, Ben isn't exactly everyone's cup of tea. For the most part he's a chauvinistic pig and a downright twat, taking what he wants and expecting everything in return. Granted he's a good leader, but he has been known to take things too far and has a tendency to throw his weight around. Ben isn't someone you want to cross, he'll take you all you have and won't give a second thought. He's a thief, a conman and a gang lord, controlling one of the most influential gangs in New York

History: Ben grew up in a nice suburban area, cute houses, nice lawns etc etc....he attended school came out with some pretty good grades and decided to enrol in the military. When the apocalypse hit though and he actually had to stop bumming around the barracks and put some work in he decided to leave. He worked his way into the gang previously run by Bryan and worked diligently through the ranks taking the spoils of women, drugs and cars as he went. Ben didn't let himself get hooked though, he was smart efficient and did everything to a plan. When Bryan was killed by Mikele it was bit of dumb luck for Ben, being second in command he instantly took lead of the gang. Now he's working to enjoy his life and take what's his, there's a few things that need to be dealt with first though. The kid that killed his other gang members, granted he didn't like Bryan but it'd be bad for business if he didn't make some sort of revenge attack right?

Areas of strength: Torture, crime, abuse..he's good and being bad

Weaknesses: Women with Long legs and blonde hair...that's about it, he doesn't do weak very often

Relationships: He once had a thing with Lori...though everyone has had a thing with Lori, now he drifts between Nina and the other gang girls, although Reagan's pretty spicy so if he comes across her....

Weapons: Knives, guns, he's got a whole arsenal at his disposal

Place of residence: The abandoned theatre turned gang headquarters

Other: He will employ any person who shows their worth

Name: Mikayla Harper Lennox

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Appearance:




Hair color: Dark brown

Eye color: Dark brown

Height: 5"6

Style: Plaid shirts and jeans, whatever she can find, some of her brothers military gear, leather jacket and a necklace that belonged to her mother

Personality: Mikayla is incredibly intelligent, witty and good with comebacks. She's relatively boyish having grown up on military bases and is a complete technology wizz kid. Mikayla is good with computers but her technical skills also stretch to motor vehicles and household appliance. She's relatively kind in comparison to her brother Bradley and she doesn't approve of what he's doing working with Morbitex but frankly she doesn't get a choice, she goes where he goes. He's nice enough to her but a little over protective when it comes to the guys on the barracks, this can be immensely irritating and she does her best to ignore him when he's being jerkish.

History: Mikalya was the second child born into a prestigious military family. From a young age she showed a remarkable talent in machinery and technology, by the time she was nine she had manufactured her own engine and whilst at school she had already learnt everything there was to know about hacking and using computers to control. She's always loved technology so when her brother joined up to the military she decided to sign up to, she was younger but it would take training to get her to an acceptable technician level and so she accepted. Several years on she was the most notable hacker/ technician/ computer whizz kid for several states around. When the apocalypse hit all family but her brother was lost to the infection. So she went with him.

Areas of strength: Computing, hacking, building machines and using technology

Weaknesses: She's quite quiet and afraid of the dark

Relationships: Her brother, but that's it. She's never found any of the military guys attractive despite the fact they try to hit on her.

Weapons: A small handgun and a UV light she manufactured herself, it wards zombies off as opposed to actually killing them.

Place of residence: New York Army Barracks

Other:

Name: Ashley Harding

Codename: Tomboy

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Appearance:



Hair color: Blonde

Eye color: Blue

Height: 5"8

Style: Often in military uniform, if not tank tops and cargo trousers

Personality: Ashley is essentially one of the lads, she likes playing football, shooting cans and rough and tumble in the training centre. She's not very lady-like and never wears skirts or dresses. Her hair is nearly always pulled back in it's characteristic ponytail and she hates make-up with a passion. Ashley is brave, smart and a good friend, she's loyal to those she cares about and she's a danger to anyone who messes with her friends. She's strong, fiesty and she knows how to handle herself, definitely not one to mess with.

History: Born in Vancouver Ashley moved to Chicago when she was just four years old, her family moved around a lot but eventually settled there. She grew up in a good family, with strong values and a good sense of moral direction, she learnt the importance of respect and loyalty and achieved some good grades out of school. She left as soon as she could however and got a job waiting tables at a local bar. Ashley soon realised that wasn't her calling and she joined the armed forces a few months later. She met Bradley and joined his team, there was a lot of friction between them at first but it soon evolved from a love/hate relationship into a love/love one. Ashley has some issues with the way Bradley acts and with the alliance he's formed with the Morbitex company, she thinks it's vile and disgusting but since the apocalypse began there hasn't been a lot in the way of work so they decided to take it on. She worries about the friendship between Ana Hartman and her boyfriend Bradley.

Areas of strength: Hand to hand combat, duelling, shooting

Weaknesses: She has trouble with her conscience and an old shoulder injury which sometimes affects her.

Relationships: She has a complicated on off relationship with bradley, they don't see each other enough and he acts like he's single. She's friends with his sister and with Eric.

Weapons: A shot gun, a samuri sword and a small handgun

Place of residence: The New York Army Barracks for now

Other: She has a hunting falcon named Nero

Name: Priya Masood

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Appearance:




Hair color: Black

Eye color: Brown

Height: 5"4

Style: Normally wearing smart clothes, skirt and a blouse and heels with a labcoat

Personality: Priya is a very kind and compassionate person. She's intelligent, witty and good with numbers. Her interests include science and the natural world and she enjoys researching and studying biological sciences. Priya never intended to work for Tokie or his evil corporation but a job opportunity came up when she had nothing so Priya reluctantly accepted. She hates what Tokie is doing and if she were brave enough she would personally destroy the company from the inside. Unfortunately Tokie has everyone of his employees under lock, key and watch so Priya has never had the opportunity to do what she planned. She hates herself for every experiment, research and study she has conducted beneath the instruction of the company.

History: Priya was born in England and moved to America at a young age. She was first in her class from when she started school and left with an outstanding set of grades, she originally began training at University to become a doctor but later moved into the field of medical research. She got a first in her degree but still found herself without a job. Her uncle already worked for Morbitex and there were lots of positions opening up for young scientists. Priya accepted, if a little begrudgingly at first and joined the company conducting research for private investors. When the apocalypse hit the angle of the company changed and Priya found herself working on some of the most unimaginable and inhumane projects. Now she intends to leave the company but not before she sabotages everything that Tokie has worked for.

Areas of strength: Science, mathematics and modern medicine

Weaknesses: Not a physically strong character and quite quiet

Relationships: Only her uncle but she met Connor briefly at Med school

Weapons: A syringe and scalpel?

Place of residence: Morbitex industries and Co.

Other: She intends to take out the Morbitex Company.

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[Name]
{First} Rae




“Lipstick is a necessary weapon against men”



[Personal]
{Age} 18
{DOB}> January 4
{Place of birth} The gutters of New York
{Gender} Female
{Sexual Preference} Bi



“I only bite if you ask”



[Appearance]


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{Height} 5'2
{Weight} 125
{Hair} Dark, when she hasn't dyed it
{Skin} Olive skinned, tan

“Don't freak out over a guy, they're never worth your tears”



Personality



Likes
Making grown men cry
Getting into trouble with Raven
Hot chocolate
Irritating Ben
Taking risks

Talk about a touch chick, Rae has been through hell and back, literally. She loves to make her tough personality known, for anyone that comes in contact wtih her to know that she won't put up with any BS or drama. She likes a good fist fight as well as any guy, as long as its fair.



Dislikes
Her brother telling her what to do
Being told she can't do something because she's a girl
Starving
Having no place to lay her head
Letting her brother down



“Life throws more hardballs than fouls”



Phobia/fear(s)
Scorpions
Spiders
Closed spaces
Spit
Her twin dying

Skills
She has the skills of a gymnast
She's a skilled liar
Can cook like its nobodies business
She can sketch
she writes pretty well


“Who says that reading is for losers”



History



Early childhood




Adolescence




Young Adult





Adult

Other

Name: Bat Griffiths

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Hair color: Blonde

Eye color: Grey

Height:6"1

Style: Skater style clothes mixed with army gear and casual clothes, he likes hats and wears a shell necklace which doesn't seem to have an origin.

Personality: Bat is a survivor, his rough around the edges with a bit of a wild spirit and a passion for living. His behaviour can sometimes be erratic and he often has trouble concentrating on one thing at a time. He's brave, relatively street smart and good in a fight. Bat has a naturally protective instinct hence why he looked after Abbie when they first met, he's also a good leader but he sometimes has trouble making decisions.

History: Bat grew up fast in a single parent family with a lot of siblings, he bummed about a lot after school, working a few jobs but nothing particularly solid until he was nineteen. He was set to join the police force and started the training for that, however it was then that tragedy struck his family. His Mom died in a car accident and as the oldest Bat felt he had some responsibility to the rest of his siblings. He worked on and off for the next few years, trying to see his brothers and sisters through school with the help of his grandparents. When the apocalypse hit he was away on an armed training course. He travelled back to New York and found himself quarantined, he befriended Abbie and the two escaped with the help of Sam. They stayed together for a while until they were attacked by gang members, he told Abbie to run and she did thinking him dead. He hasn't seen her for a while now and assumed she didn't survived, he's tried to move on and forget about her. He set up the bartering station.

Areas of strength: Bartering, hand to hand combat and talking to people

Weaknesses: His impulsive and reckless behaviour

Relationships: There may have once been feelings for Abbie but he thought she'd died and the age gap was probably a bit much.

Weapons: Anything he can get his hands on

Place of residence: The Bartering Shop

Other:

[Name]
{First} Raven



“It only takes a flick of the wrist to end your life”



[Personal]
{Age} 18
{DOB}> January 4
{Place of birth} The gutters of New York
{Gender} Male
{Sexual Preference} Hetorsexual



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[Appearance]


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{Height} 5'11"
{Weight} 140
{Hair} Brown at times, blonde when he wants to bleach it
{Skin} Tan, from being outdoors practically his whole life

“My sister is like a she-demon”



Personality



Likes
Stealing
Taking risks
Driving fast cars
Getting away with murder, literally
Fixing cars

Growing up in the gutters, or slums as some call it, had its advantages. Raven learned quickly what it meant to be a pick pocket, and as he grew he cam to love stealing much bigger things, including people. Getting away with killing people that deserved it topped his list of likes as well, when he's not off doing something for his boss he likes to work on cars. The grease, and mechanics of a car gets Raven's heart pumping, and his energy going. Racing, or driving the getaway car is always a fun time.



Dislikes
Being tricked
Goody too shoes women
Children
Being told what to do(Unless its by Ben)
Having his things touched

Raven absolutely hates being tricked into something, its happened too many times to him and his sister so he doesn't tolerate it at all. He's very possessive over the few things he has as well, he doesn't like other people to touch his stuff. It could end with broken fingers or a neck snapped if the person isn't important. Raven doesn't like snobby, stuck up, hoity toity women, they irk the hell out of him. He doesn't listen to people because he doesn't like to, the only person he answers to is Ben. He respects Ben so that might be why. Little people annoy him, they're too whiny, needy, and clingy for his liking.

“Scarface could have said that better”



Phobia(s)
Zombies
Children
Crying women
Snakes
Hair balls

Skills
Mechanic skills
Excellent thief
Silent as a ninja when he needs to be
Excellent driver
Murder


“Bloods just like any other liquid”



History



Early childhood
Raven's childhood wasn't a happy one. He never had a normal childhood or normal parents, it was always a drug infested situation while around them. Him and his sister were used to get drugs, money, shelter, anything that was an advantage for their parents. When the twins were eight years old Raven showed Rae how to get out of their dog cage, which was their home at night. They escaped their parents clutches and disappeared into the night. Of course most children wouldn't last in New York City, but these kids had already been through a lot so they knew what they needed to do to survive.



Adolescence
At twelve Raven started getting riskier with his stunts, stealing, and lying. He got away with it too, his sister was a big help of course, he wouldn't have been able to do half the things he'd done without her. At 15 he met Ben, they didn't become friends until later though. He made a shady deal with the guy and then didn't see him again for a few years. Rae became more of a handful when the twins turned 17, Rae felt that she could do as she pleased because she was so close to being 18. That was when they ran into Ben again, this time he was in charge of a gang, instead of being the right hand man. Raven and him got along like long time friends and clicked business wise, so him and Rae jumped on board.



Young Adult
Raven has stayed with the gang, being second in charge is just where he wants to be. He has not intentions of trying to overthrow Ben, he likes him as a boss, and the minimum responsibility compared to Ben. He takes the women he wants, the goods he likes, and tells people what to do when he feels like it. Couldn't get much better than that for him. Rae's her own person, and does her own thing now most of the time, despite her brother trying to guide her. He doesn't really like the way she tries to annoy Ben but Ben is a big boy and can take care of himself.



Adulthood
Not quite here yet

“A family is people that take care of each other, blood doesn't matter”



Family and Relationships

Family
Mother Some coke head
Father Some coke head
Siblings His twin sister Rae

Lovers
Whomever he feels like taking to bed that night

Close Friends
Ben

Other

Name: Mark "Guns" Jordan

Age: 21

Gender: M

Appearance:

Hair color: Black, though he shaves his head.

Eye color: So brown its almost black.

Height: 5'10

Style: Wears a business suit whenever possible. Likes dark sunglasses also. He does, however, wear sensible boots.

Personality: Has trouble taking anything seriously. Mocks authority overtly. LOVES women. Very cocky, with reason. You can count on Mark to tell his superior to go fuck himself, hit on anything with tits and at the end of the day to get the job DONE.

History: Born and raised in Canada. Traveled to the middle east right out of highschool on a whim. One thing led to another and he fell in with some mercs. They taught him everything they knew. When word reached him about the zombies he managed to catch a plane back to North America. He ended up offering his services to a military unit. Who's military? He had no idea. He now acts as their "fill in", not attached to any particular squad. He's an extra, if any team needs a guy, they call him up.

Areas of strength: Sniper. Beyond merely "good". Reflexes that have to be seen to be believed. Steady under pressure. Knife fighter. Expert knife throwing.

Weaknesses: Women. Has trouble following orders. Fighting zombies at close range makes him nervous. He prefers to kill them with his rifle or throwing knives.

Relationships: None. Family is dead as far as he knows. All his friends are back in the middle east. He knows most of the squads and units but only in passing, since he's filled out their lines a couple times.

Weapons: Brace of throwing knives on his back, beneath coat. 8" matte black combat knife he keeps on a thigh sheathe. M24 American Sniper rifle.

Place of residence: Army Barracks, New York

Other: Hasn't had an assignment in weeks. Bored out of his SKULL.

Name: Bethany (Beth) Lynn Tredwell.

Age: Twenty.

Gender: F

Appearance:






Hair color: A head of very long wavy blond hair.

Eye color: Blueish green. Like the ocean.

Height: 5'7

Style: Beth loves to wear things that make her look and feel good. And now that it's Summer, and she's lost a few pounds... ;)

Personality: If I could only explain the kind of girl Beth is... Sometimes she can be so serious and mean, and others she can be free and open, ready to fly. It just matters on the situation you throw at her. She falls way too easily, but she's also very doubtful on the care she receives from others.
Lately she's been down, since her baby sister has vanished...

History: Beth grew up in Brooklyn, a small, closely knit place. She lived with her baby sister who, much to Beth's dismay, didn't have a great relationship with her. They both tried, but they just didn't seem to always be on the same page like some perfect sibling relationships. They did have those times though, where they bonded so easily and freely, and now that Hay is gone, Beth wishes they would've been more frequent. She spends a lot of time wishing she had cared more to be with her baby sister.
When the crap hit the fan, she was out on a date, having earlier argued with Hailee, and when she vanished, Beth felt so bad.
She spends her time now trying to keep living, and hoping her baby sister hasn't died- or worse, turned zombie.


Areas of strength: Beth can run really well. She works out, and has a nice relationship with cardio and running. She also is really good with making bombs. Yeah, laugh all you want, but when she's able to lure ten of you into a room and blow the place up, she'll be the one laughing.


Weaknesses: Her baby sister, and her wellbeing- she doesn't do very well under any kind of abuse, if not afflicted by herself.

Relationships: Hailee her sister, and... Bat. If it's okay. :)

Weapons: Whatever she can get her hands on!

Place of residence: The barter shop.

Other: Beth graduated school with a 3.3 score, and has no plans for college, obviously. She has mastered the language of french and know how to play the piano, the bass and the acoustic guitar.

Name: Axel Von Steuben
Nickname : Mr. V

Age: 45

Gender: M

Appearance:

Hair color: grey

Eye color: brown

Height: 6'0

Style: business-type clothes, button up shirts, khaki pants. He hasn't been able to get to kohl's because of the whole "living dead" thing.

Personality: Mr. V the more or less typical wealthy businessman. He likes convenience and quickness, and unfortunately, the apocalypse has slowed the pace of his life quite a bit. His old livings of big houses and cocktail parties have forever been despaired, so he tends to be off at times. Mr. V is less of a boss, but still has too much pride to be bossed around; he was only the ambassador of his company at the time of the zombies. When angered, he tends to hide it, because he had to mostly, and I guess the lesson stuck with the man.

History: Mr. V grew up with his small family in rural Germany. There he had a small chicken farm, and a couple acres of field. When he was in high school the boy knew he wanted to go into business, for, it was the only subject he was good at. So when Mr. V graduated, he went off in search of a good job, landing a small mail room office. He worked hard and pushed his way up the ranks, so that when he was finally at the top, the young man could take a breath. He worked for the company for several years, acting as an ambassador going back and forth. It just so happened that on one of his trips to America, the end of the world happened.

Areas of strength: Business, Hunting, pistols, rifles

Weaknesses: being told what to do, older than most, not good at hand to hand.

Relationships: His wife was back over in Germany

Weapons:

- His pistol that he kept in his luggage bag:http://www.hk-usa.com/-images/product...

- A .22 rifle from a hunting supplies store

- A pocket knife

Place of residence: He just follows the herds of zombies as if they were animals, so he wanders.

Other: He was a regular hunter in his home country, that's the reason he survived.

Name: Emma

Age: 13

Gender: Female

Appearance:



Hair color: Light brown

Eye color: light blue

Height: 5'3

Style: Comfortable, flannel shirts, and jeans.

Personality (At least three sentences): Emma is someone that loves to laugh, she hates it when she has to be completely serious. She is extremely artistic and likes to express herself in various ways. Even though she's never really had much of a family she loves people and life, she doesn't really care about what fate has in store for her, she says she will make her own story. She does have a bit of a mischievous side to her, but she likes people to think she's sweet and innocent, it makes business easier.

History (At least three sentences): Emma was abandoned at the age of 6 months, her mother left her in a dumpster beside a hospital where a nurse thankfully found her in the dead of winter. She was immediately put into the foster care system, though she was never bad, and was always quite a calm child, she was moved from home to home constantly. At around age nine she finally started acting out some, she threw temper tantrums and started getting into some trouble, she figured being the sweet angel wasn't getting her attention, why not go all the way on the opposite side and see how that went. The last family she was with right before the apocalypse happened was the best one she had been put with thus far. They were patient with her and tried to help with all the pent up hurt she had inside of her, though she still gave them a bit of hell she was trying to straighten up towards the end of her stay. After the apocalypse though the family thought of their 'own' children and she was discarded like a bag of trash. Nevertheless Emma was not disheartened, she decided that it was high time she learned to take care of herself anyway. She decided trusting people wasn't for her and she didn't need a family. Because she had to learn to survive quickly she developed a bad habit, one that would make a lot of people she's associated with over the last few months highly upset, she is an expert pickpocket. Hold onto your wallets Gents this ones quick with her hands. She has only been caught once, but the older man let her slip away without repercussions because he felt pity for her.

Areas of strength: She's very agile, and an expert at manipulating people.

Weaknesses: she doesn't trust anyone, she's not good in social settings, and she has a tendency to take things that aren't hers.

Relationships: None

Weapons: A butterfly knife that she keeps well hidden.

Place of residence: All over, usually somewhere dark and small so that there isn't much chance of someone sneaking up on her.

Other:

Name: Andie Starr

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Appearance:



Hair color: Blonde

Eye colour: Brown

Height: 5"9

Style: Tight jeans, leather jackets, wet-look leggings

Personality: Andie's a fire cracker with a bright personality and a glowing light amongst the darkness. She's smiley and a bit of chatterbox, willing to start up a conversation with anyone. Andie can sometimes have a bit of a temper on her and it has been known for her to be snappy or irritable at times. She always makes time for those she cares about, especially Nate and she hasn't let him leave her side apart from when she was captured by Morbitex. She was able to track him down because he never left their old quarters.

History: New york police cop turned private detective, Andie has seen her fair share of bad people and horrific scenes. Nothing prepared her for what she found at Morbitex Industries though, she killed a guard and got herself out of there before the actual experimentation started but the things she saw there still haunt her. She caught up with her younger brother Nathan as soon as she escaped and the two have been fighting to get the place shut down since, with little success. Now they just roam from place to place, trying to survive and keep spreading the word of what the terrible company is doing to the few remaining humans.

Areas of strength: Snooping, gathering information and survivalist techniques

Weaknesses: Fear of needles and doesn't like small dark spaces

Relationships: Her younger brother Nate

Weapons: A hand gun and a knife

Place of residence: In the subway tunnels beneath the city

Other: She nicked a bright yellow porshe, it's how her and Nate get about

Name: Nathan Starr

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Hair color: Brown

Eye colour: Blue

Height: 5"8

Style: Jeans, sneakers and old t-shirts he's accumulated

Personality: Nate's a bright spark with a nice smile and a warm heart, he's kind compassionate and an animal lover. He likes to think that he's good at sports but his real talents lie in survival skills, something he only recently discovered with the impending end of the world. In all he's a sweet little guy who's been brought up well and has good manners.

History: Nate grew up in Washington in a loving well-mannered home, him and his sister were quite spoilt but they were also brought up with good values and as well-mannered people. When the apocalypse struck his sister Andie was at home. She drove their parents to a safe point on the coast but decided to return to the city to meet up with her boyfriend. Nate went with her, but there was news he had moved onto New York. The pair travelled to New York but never found Andie's boyfriend. She was later captured by Morbitex but managed to escape before they were able to perform any altering experiments. The two met up again and have been living in the subway ever since.

Areas of strength: Sports, gathering information and survivalist techniques

Weaknesses: Worries for his family, doesn't like to be alone

Relationships: Andie

Weapons: A shotgun

Place of residence: In the subway tunnels beneath the city

Other: Andie is teaching him how to drive

Name: Wayfarer (no last name)

Age: 18

Gender: M

Appearance: Its not really an "anime cartoon"(which are two different things btw), but I couldnt find anything that captures my character better.

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Hair color: So black it almost has a blue tinge to it.

Eye color: None. He has no eyes.

Height: 6'0

Style: Old tattered trench coat and robe.

Personality: Quiet and skittish. Doesn't like strangers. Distrusts people unless they're poor. Heart of gold. If a human is in trouble he'll help. Straight away, with zero hesitation.

History: As far back as he can remember he'd lived in the subway tunnels. He was born without eyes and he guessed his parents had left him here, with the homeless, instead of raise a child with such a deformity. He was found by a war vet with a missing arm. He raised Kyle never to see his defect as a weakness but just another challenge, one that if he met and conquered would make him even stronger than a so-called "normal" person. That was a lesson Wayfarer took to heart. It was that old man who named him also. He died when he got stuck on the rails and hit by a train. He could have been helped but the neaby homeless had turned a deaf ear to him. For that reason Kyle will never leave a call for help unanswered. When the zombies arrived it made little difference to him. He was blind death incarnate with his quarterstaff and the creatures have as yet failed to so much as lay a finger on him.

Areas of strength: Way above average hearing. Able to use a form a sonar, by making sharp noises, to "see" his surroundings. Master of the quarterstaff. Smart.

Weaknesses: Malnourished. But only mildly. Nothing a proper diet wouldnt cure. Blind. No ability to use long range weapons.

Relationships: None. Since his adoptive father died he avoids contact with everyone. Even the other homeless who have survived the zombies. They all know he's around though and have learned to respect him and leave him be. He's helped them all at some point or another.

Weapons: Quarter staff. Solid metal shaft with long kitchen knifes firmly attached to each end.

Place of residence: Subway Tunnels, a small alcove in the roof of a particular tunnel accessible only by rope and grapple.

Other: N/A

NOTICE! FOR ANDIE, EllEN'S CHARRIE!

Name: Zachary Voles

Age: Twenty Three

Gender: M

Appearance: [image error]
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Hair color: Sandy brown, with light blond flecks showing through occasionally. Zac's hair is short, but just slightly shaggy.

Eye color: Greyish green, sometimes changing between the two.

Height: 6'8

Style: Zachary really loved his blue jeans and his tight fitting teeshirts. He's found it's all much easier to work in, and a lot more comfortable than a lot of other stuff.

Personality: Zac's a hard worker. With everything he starts, he always keeps at it until it's done, and he does it the best way possible. Should he make a mistake along the way? He'll start over.
He's stubborn and hardheaded and doesn't listen to much of anything that anyone tells him. He can take care of himself.
He's very steely, strong, and favors that strength in times likes these when the world has dropped out like it has...
Only one problem- he thinks most women need saving by men. Few of them are able to save themselves...

History: Zac grew up in Missouri, his country roots showing in the twang of voice. He was raised on a farm, helping his dad do everything he could. He was yelled at and hit if he didn't always act like a man, so maybe that's why he is how he is now. He played Football all through HS and has dated his fair share of girls. He's never broken their hearts, but he hasn't found his soul mate yet...

Areas of strength: His physical strength and his intelligence. His ability to keep on keeping on...

Weaknesses: His baby sister. His pride. And a bad neck injury that happened in his football years. It acts up every now and then...

Relationships: His baby sister is the light of his eyes.

Weapons: A pistol, a pocket knife, and quick learning skills...

Place of residence: The Roosevelt Hotel!

Other: Zac spends his time scouting the city on his own, killing the zombies and saving who he can. He's big for adventure and trouble and adrenaline, and he feels good about himself when he saves someone from being eaten alive...
He stays at the hotel but is rarely there.

Name: Larkin Chance

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Appearance:
Larkin is a vertically challenged girl, average sized at best and short at worst. She stands at a diminutive height of 5'3, a number she doesn't really want to brag about. She is pretty small, with a tiny stature and an athletic build, her stomach flat and her muscles toned. Her skin is a pale shade of ivory, like the clear smooth porcelain of a doll. She has wide eyes that are a remarkable shade of blue-green, with an almost teal hue. Her hair reaches halfway down her back and her bangs are angled across her face, the cut sharp and jagged. The color is chocolate, the tips of the bangs a deep crimson.

Hair color: A melted chocolate color, with the tips of her bangs a blood red hue.

Eye color: A sparkling blue-green color

Height: 5'3

Style: Larkin is always wearing band T-shirts, ripped denim, and combat boots, as well as the many piercings she wears.

Personality : Larkin is a fierce girl, who is rather rough around the edges and not the friendliest person around. She's tough, a girl who has been through a lot and has developed a thick skin because of it. Larkin is a delinquent, a girl with a criminal record so large you could drown in it. She's a girl who hasn't been put on the right path, who had no role model to guide her in life. She's trapped, though she'll never admit it. Though she is rough around the edges, she is most likely the sweetest girl you'll ever meet, that is if she allows herself to be close to you. She is a determined opinionated girl, a loyal person who will lay her life on the line to save someone she cares for. But she's stuck with the bad girl label, stuck with a last name she was born into. Her father was a criminal, so I guess she must be to.

History: Larkins father was a vicious criminal, a cruel man with a tortured soul and a black black heart. He was cruel and manipulative, one of the most wanted criminals in America. He had stolen, killed, drank.. the list went on and on. He was constantly moving, constantly running, dragging his only daughter around with him. He took his anger out on her, with words and fists. Instead of feeling hallow from this, Larkin felt angry. She was mad at the world, mad at her father, mad at herself. She was broken, and all she could think of doing to help was to break everything around her. She destroyed, with flames that licked old barns and buildings, that left trails of smoke in the starry sky. It was all she could think of doing. Her father was taken away and arrested, and she watched emotionless as he was taken away, not caring any more.

Areas of strength: Larkin is great at hand to hand combat, like a dancer in battle she can twirl, spin and swing around you. She is a quiet girl with an ability to blend into the shadows, to fade away into the background and sneak up on others. She is also very good with her weapon.

Weaknesses: Larkin is terrible at communicationg, always making things awkward. She also has trust issues. MAJOR trust issues.

Relationships: Larkins father has been arrested and is most likely dead. Her mother fled when she was young, and Larkin honestly doesn't care where that woman is. She has a childhood friend, Ethan Lawson.


Weapons:

Place of residence:

Other:

Name: Mika Roy

Age: 19

Gender: Feminine

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Mika is a average sized girl who stands at around 5'6, a pretty decent height. She is very skinny, slightly curvy and fit, with a flat stomach and toned body. She has lovely warm mocha colored skin, the color rich and deep. Her eyes are a beautiful brown, a dark coco color with flickers of gold and golden brown in them, veiled by extremely thick almost-black lashes. Her hair is long and a variety of shades of brown, from a light chocolate to a rich chestnut. It is wavy, the bouncy curls light and sprightly.

Hair color: a variety of shades of brown, from a light chocolate to a rich chestnut

Eye color: a beautiful brown, a dark color with flickers of gold and golden brown in them

Height: 5'6

Style: Mika wears flowly summery stuff that doesn't cover much skin. Short denim shorts, tank tops, that kind of thing

Personality: Mika is a fierce girl with a raging spitfire personality and a stubbornness to her that no one can outmatch. She's a talkative one, one with little of a filter between what she thinks and what she says, so be ready for whatever happens to pour out of her mouth. Mika always has to have the last word in an argument and is the queen of comebacks, coming up with the most clever things right on the spot. She is extremely sarcastic and hardly ever serious, always joking around, even in the most dangerous situations. She tends to crack horrible jokes when she's nervous, even sometimes resorting to the lovely "Knock knock whose there?" comedy lines. She loves to cause trouble, something that just seems to come naturally to her. She is a fearless girl, who loves the butterflies in your stomach feeling. She sometimes takes foolish risks for kicks, and often times jumps right into a situation before thinking it through.

History: Mika grew up in a normal family, in a normal town, with normal people. She had normal friends, in a normal school. Her life was... well, normal. When Mika was fourteen her mother and father were killed in a freak accident, that left Mika all on her own. Mika was put in a foster family, were the parents were not-so0nice0people. When she turned 16 she ran away. Mika lived on her own, taking any little job she could find to keep herself alive. She was welcomed into one of the new york gangs, where she is now.

Areas of strength: Mika is quick on her feet and deadly with a weapon in her hand. She's good with tools surprisingly and is quite the little engineer.

Weaknesses: Heights. She is deathly afraid of heights.

Relationships: None ((......unless someone would be willing to be her crush... (;... ))

Weapons: Whatever she can get her hands on. It ranges from everything between a broken glass bottle to a high powered machine gun.

Place of residence:

Other:

Name: Caroline Bard

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Hair color: Blonde

Eye color: Blue/gray

Height: 5'3

Style: She likes jackets paired with flowy tops and mini skirts with belts. She also wears sneakers most of the time. http://www.polyvore.com/original_char...

Personality (At least three sentences): Caroline is a nice girl when she's with other people, but when it comes to killing zombies, she is a fast killer and extremely deadly. She's very sarcastic and most people want to be with her or around her. She's very creative in the way that she kills: dressing up as one of them, jumping off of buildings to attack their heads, etc.

History (At least three sentences): When Caroline was 15, she and her parents went on a little road trip. They were cruising along the highway, Caroline listening to music, her little brother shaking the passenger seat, her mother turning around to yell at her little brother. When the little tantrum became too much, her father turned around to yell at him, too. Everyone was yelling at each other, not looking at the road, so no one saw the 18-wheeler in front of them catch fire and slam into the rail, blocking their path. Long story short, everyone died, but Caroline. She came out of the car and wandered the highway for days, stopping occasionally to figure out what the weird creatures walking around were. She is now constantly aware of her surroundings, and wishes to see her family again. She knows that she can't, so she kills for revenge.

Areas of strength: Fast, quiet, creativity level is high, deadly.

Weaknesses: Losing more people that she loves/cares about.

Relationships: None. ;D

Weapons: Anything that she sees lying around.

Place of residence:

Other:

Name: Kelly Hart Brella

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Hair color: Dirty blonde

Eye color: Blue

Height: 5'1

Style: Snapbacks, tank tops, jeans, and hightops. http://www.polyvore.com/original_char...

Personality (At least three sentences): All in all, Kelly is a bitch. She hates the world (and everyone in it). She tries to make the best out of situations, but things never go the way that she plans. She's very manipulative and sadistic and downright mean. But, she likes being in the background and cares about people that she thinks are worth living (which isn't very many people.)

History (At least three sentences): Kelly was cruel even before the apocalypse. She got into many physical fights with boys, and emotional ones with girls. Physical ones, she won, the emotional ones made her break down and cry. When she was 14, she started to cut herself out of depression, which made the other girls know about her weakness. They pushed her too far one day and Kelly ran home and jumped off of a building. Miraculously, she survived and woke up from a coma two weeks later. But, during the time that she was out cold, the zombies came and killed off everyone in her town. She had no choice but to move states and she set up residence in a small pub. She's moved around her entire life, this wasn't any different, except this time she was alone and there were hundreds of undead killers on the loose. She believes that her family is still alive, but she doesn't know where they might be.

Areas of strength: She puts the "K" in Karma, vicious, skilled with guns.

Weaknesses: She's really sensitive and doesn't know when to stop insulting people.

Relationships: Physical one with Ace. :3

Weapons: Guns.

Place of residence:

Other:

Name: Ace

Age: 19

Gender: M

Appearance: (I was tempted to put anime here just to mess with you Elle! Then decided against it cuz I don't want to be demoted >_>)





Hair color: Brown and blonde

Eye color: Bright blue

Height: 5'11

Style: Casual, jeans and tshirt kinda guy

Personality (At least three sentences): Ace know's he looks good and isn't afraid to flaunt or point it out. He loves to go talk to girls with friends and take the girl that they want just because he can. He's the guy that is blunt with a girl, rude even but they still want him for some reason, and the meaner he is to them the more they try to get him in bed. Who knew being a dick could be so much fun? He can be nice at times, but its not something that he does often.

History (At least three sentences): Ace grew up in Memphis Tennessee, his father was an up and coming music artist right before the apocalypse, then it all went to hell. His dad wasn't happy about his career going down the drain and tried to take it out on Ace physically. Ace stayed and took it for about 6 months, then he up and left. He never looked back, he went to New York and fit right in. That's where he found friends that were like him, flirty, cocky, and just liked to party. His best friend learned to make moonshine and taught him how to help, so that's how they make their profit and throw the biggest parties in zombified New York City. ((anyone want to make him a best friend? ;) ;) ))

Areas of strength: Flirting, making moonshine, and he can wield a machete pretty good against the zombies.

Weaknesses: He's pretty wreckless, he doesn't much care about consequences.

Relationships: None as of yet

Weapons: Machete

Place of residence: One of the abandoned apartment buildings.

Other:

Name: Maia Nevry

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Appearance:



Hair color: Brown

Eye color: Green/grey

Height: 5"6

Style: Quite understated, she doesn't like to draw too much attention to herself and generally wears things that are quite plain.

Personality: Maia is very much an introvert, she was born deaf and is therefore a very quiet person. She doesn't speak if she can help it, owing to the fact she's conscious of how her voice sounds because she has never heard it. Maia prefers to communicate using sign language, however in this new world she's pretty much given up communicating all together. She's very kind and compassionate and though she rarely communicates she does have a way with people, for someone who cannot hear words she is a remarkably good listener. If people talk directly to her she can read their lips and she enjoys spending time with people she knows, just the comfort of having another human being nearby is enough for her.

History: Having been born unable to hear a thing Maia lived a very sheltered life, her parents were very protective and rarely let her leave the house without one of them. Maia didn't mind so much but as she got older the lack of freedom became some what unbearable. She knew why her parents did it though, people could be cruel, kids especially and Maia had had her fair share of bullies and cruel pranks played on her over the years. When the apocalypse hit she was home with her family, they were moved into a Quarantine centre but her parents still contracted the infection. Maia moved on without them, lost and alone in her own silent world she continues in search of someone, anyone who can protect her and care for her.

Areas of strength: A good smile and good heart

Weaknesses: Not a physically strong character, very vulnerable

Relationships: None, she doesn't really trust anyone

Weapons: A small knife, not that she'd ever use it

Place of residence: Long island, the hamptons- abandoned beach house

Other: The only vunerable character I have, so don't let her become a tough nut...she has a hearing dog named Benji

Name: Wheeler

Age: 19

Gender: F

Appearance:

Hair color: Black.

Eye color: Light Blue

Height: 5'8"

Style: Cargo pants, tank top, leather jacket.

Personality: One. Bad. Bitch. Not the most stable girl. She's a little crazy. She LOVES to have a good time. Considers her friend Ace her ticket to NEVER ENDING good times. Protects at all costs. Self appointed body guard.

History: She was almost one of Ace's groupies. Very much independent and her own woman though, so not really a "groupie". Grew up in NYC, lived off her inheritance and partied non stop before Z-day. She now follows Ace around, protecting him and making sure they both spend the apocalypse having a blast.

Areas of strength: Good at knife work. Situational awareness. Crack shot. Speed and killer instincts for danger.

Weaknesses: Drinks too much. She's a little unstable mentally.

Relationships: Ace. The only relationship she cares about. Totally non sexual towards him though.

Weapons: Wakizashi for when shooting a zomb just isn't satisfying enough. Old school revolvers on a thigh holsters.

Place of residence: Where ever Ace is.

Other: N/A

Name: Neka

Age: 16

Gender:female

Appearance: http://weheartit.com/entry/51928601/v...
Hair color:blonde

Eye color:blue

Height:5'4

Style: http://weheartit.com/entry/46530062/v...
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Personality :Neka is not a happy person. She is very negative and always look on the bad side of things. She doesn't want to be a zombie but she already knows she's going to die and is waiting for the day its going to happen. She knows theirs no hope and that everybody was going to die or become a zombie anyway.

History : Neka's Dad left her and her family as soon as things got bad. Neka was only thirteen at the time and her older sister and little brother is all she had. there mother passed away when they were young. Neka and her siblings went into the hiding and learned how to fight. One day her sister went out to check on her boyfriend and his family, she never came back and Neka and her brother were forced to leave and find a new place to hide. It's been her and her brother since then.

Areas of strength:
fighting,hiding,protecting

Weaknesses:her brother and her negativeness

Relationships:none she saw how a boy killed her sister

Weapons:a dagger

Place of residence:new york

Other:

Name: Sye Cambell Jr

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Hair color: Chocolate brown

Eye color: Brown

Height: 6'1

Style: She believes movement is the most important thing, so she wears as little as possible while still covering all necessary parts.

Personality (At least three sentences): Sye used to be shy and quiet, however after her Marine brother returned she learned to be loud and in charge. She usually is cold, but when given a chance she will revert to her normal sweet and quiet nature.

History (At least three sentences): Early Life: Sye grew up in a small town in Colorado, she spent most of her time as a child reading or studying for school, making her isolated and quiet. When she was 7 her brother enlisted into the Marines and left for 8 years, when he returned she was a sophomore in high school. After seeing her still awkward and helpless he taught her valuable skills like dealing with people and different types of combat. Her brother died two years later on his third tour.
Apocalypse: When tragedy struck Sye was inside her human anatomy class over at CSU. Once she heard screaming and inhuman sounds coming from the hall she ran to a closet when there was a hole in the floor. She crawled under the building until she reached the pipe that led to the sewers. After traveling through the pipes for 3 days she finally escaped and broke into her local Walmart. She gathered supplies and ammunition and began her long journey out on the road. Her parents had been dead for two years and she was an only child so she had no ties back home.

Areas of strength: Her best areas include fighting with any type of gun and problem solving.

Weaknesses: Her weakest combat area had always been blades so she fails at using them or defending herself from them. She is also at a loss for understanding peoples feelings.

Relationships: ...

Weapons:


Place of residence: Traveler

Other:

Name: Sebastian M Alois

Age: 23

Gender: male

Appearance:

Hair color: Brown

Eye color: Dark grey

Height: 6'4

Style: Typically wearing no shirt paired with old rugged jeans or jean shorts.

Personality (At least three sentences): Sebastian, to put it simply, is an ass. Always has been and always will be. He's typically perverted and rude, usually drunk, and incredibly aggressive. The only time he is ever remotely kind is when he is sober, which is almost never.

History (At least three sentences): Sebastian never had a family, his father left before he was born, and mother left him 3 days after he was born. By the age of 5 he was sent away to a military boot camp due to his rude and uncontrollable behavior, he obviously was the youngest one there. After being released at age 16 Sebastian had some rock hard muscles and a personality to go with it. Ladies man is an understatement, he was more of a irresistible drug. His favorite thing to do was go out and smash stuff with his brute strength or tear stuff up with his duel blades.
Apocalypse: Sebastian was sleeping under a tree when a small pool of blood collected by his head, he looked up revealing a trail of ripped up people and monsters that only slightly resembled humans. Immediately he ran, kicking someone out of their vehicle and crashed into an asian weaponry store. Picking up blades and food he drove off. Along the way he picked up a girl off the edge of the road named Sye, ever since they've been traveling together

Areas of strength: Using brute power and fighting with any type of blade are his strengths, otherwise all he's good at is picking up women.

Weaknesses: His weaknesses include having to think or use his brain in any way, shape, or form, and driving people away with his attitude.

Relationships: ..... .. .

Weapons:

Place of residence: None

Other: Goes by Sebby

Name: Ambrosine Jaleesa or AJ
Age: 19
Other: Her name means Undying Beautiful Lier
Appearance: http://slimpaley.files.wordpress.com/...

Hair color: Red

Eye color: A shocking blue

Height: 5' 8"

Style: Very much music related, not to mention lots of black and short shorts.

Personality (At least three sentences): This girl is intuitive. She tries to get to the bottom of things and always is asking questions, trying to get to the bottom of things. She is curious, yet tough, don't get on her bad side. She is a straight up bitch if you do.

History (At least three sentences): AJ has lived in New York all of her life. Her Moms have always made sure that she was prepared for the real world so she could survive. Her Moms were owners of a restaurant and then the apocalpyse hit, leaving her with no family, so she took her chances and went with the hand she had been dealt by the dealer of Life.

Areas of strength: Being intelligent and thinking things through. Being a fighter and aim.

Weaknesses: Being too smart, being snarky.

Relationships: None.

Weapons: Sniper gun, knives and whole lot of grenades.

Place of residence: In A Mansion on the outskirts of town. Also is a part of EJ's gang.

Other: She also knows how to fly a plane for some strange reason.Also, she likes men.... As friends.

Name: Matthew Spade

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Hair color: Black

Eye color: Deep Brown

Height: 5'7"

Style: Matthew is aware enough of the propper attire in an apocalypse. He always wears his blue jeans and long sleeved leather coat that he got from a clothing line

Personality: He's not much of an aggressive type, but whenever the walkers are around, he goes stealth mode and killing them behind their backs. He's much more of a peacemaker if ever his companions get into a fight. And being in the middle of the land of the dead, Matt, as much as possible,always wants to have someone accompanying him. Even if it's an insect.

History: Living inside the city lights, Matt was wise enough to leave the jungle of concrete with other survivors when the meteor hit the Earth. But what wasn't wise for him is that he unintentionally left his family. A mistake he regretted until now. He tried everything to contact his family, but the radiation broke the signal. He was on the country side when everything happened, and now he's willing to go back to the city in search for his parents and brother.

Areas of strength: Innovation of wasted materials, stealth, medical treating, and setting up a safe house

Weaknesses: His lack of strength created limitations for him to survive.

Relationships: None

Weapons: Medical bag, a hatchet and a knife



Other:

Name: Elijah (Eli) Verdetta

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Hair color: Dark brown

Eye color: Brown

Height: 5'10

Style: He is usually seen wearing t-shirts and jeans.

Personality: One of Eli's favorite pastimes before the apocalypse was sleeping around. He was a selfish jerk that only cared about himself. He made countless jokes at other people's expense. Eli was loud, mysterious, and extremely stubborn. He never thought things through before he did them, never cared to know the consequences.
Now he's a lot more friendly and altruistic, less of a douchebag than he had been before. Eli's personality has improved since the apocalypse but he remains as negligent as ever.

History: Eli was an only child, born and raised in the suburbs of Illinois by his parents. He didn't do well in school and was always into the wrong things, causing trouble whenever he could. He developed drinking and smoking habits and started to sneak out at night to go to wild parties. His parents had given up on him and let him do whatever he wanted.
Eli's parents were bitten by zombies soon after the infection began and he was quick to leave his hometown, hoping that conditions were better elsewhere. One of his friends, Becca, had initially left with Eli and they planned to escape the country together. Their plans fell short, however, when Becca was bitten. Eli made the decision to shoot her and has felt deep remorse and guilt since that day. He wandered around, slowly making his way to New York, avoiding any additional zombies as he went along.

Areas of strength: Eli is powerful and determined to survive. He can fight and knows how to make food last.

Weaknesses: He is often imprudent and irrational. His stubbornness leads him to act like an idiot at times.

Relationships: No current relationship

Weapons: He always carries a hand gun and a dagger with him.

Place of residence: New York

Other: Tattoo on the base of his neck

Name: River Medley

Age: 14

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Hair color: Dirty blonde, more brown than blonde

Eye color: Brown

Height: 5'2

Style: River likes anything that she can find on the sides of roads, in malls, bars, anything anywhere.

Personality (At least three sentences): River is a fierce little thing with big innocent eyes and a mean heart. For 14 years old, she knows a lot about the world (maybe a little too much) and she enjoys making people suffer. She doesn't believe in people dying for what they did wrong, she believes strongly in refusing to let people die. Like it or not, she's always loved singing, so she's always loved her last name.

History (At least three sentences): River had a cool, laid-back life with tons of friends, a fairly large house, and she was a spoiled brat. Then, one letter changed her life: Z. Z is for zombie is what River's mom told her right before she gave River a gun and told her to save herself. River jumped out of a three-story bedroom window and ran away, not looking back once.

Areas of strength: Good with a gun, fast.

Weaknesses: Likes to cause people too much harm, she doesn't know when to stop emotionally crushing them with a brick.

Relationships:

Weapons: Various guns.

Place of residence:

Other:

Name: Dianna Brent

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Hair color: Blonde

Eye color: Brown/green

Height: 6'3

Style: Dianna enjoys wearing stylish clothing. Anything that's in this season, she's gonna raid a store and get it, knocking over the wool-sweater-wearing, high-top-kicking mannequin on her prissy way out.

Personality (At least three sentences): Dianna is a fashion bitch. That's partly why she hates the "fleshy crawly completely out-of-season creature things." She likes to flaunt her style and be the center of attention, always. Always. No party starts until she walks in, and even then she ruins it with her constant up-beat attitude about life.

History (At least three sentences): Dianna's family was rich, royal, and respected. No, literally royal; Dianna's mother was an ex-princess (she doesn't like people asking about the ex part.) Then the apocalypse and blah blah blah... 5 years later, Dianna has newfound strength, a renewed fashion sense, and a boob job. ((>.<))

Areas of strength: She can badmouth anyone. Anyone. She will kill you with words.

Weaknesses: Fashion, and oddly enough... chocolate milk. Highly allergic.

Relationships:

Weapons: Mostly her attitude; she flings it at people like it's a hot potato.

Place of residence:

Other:

((This is totally based off of my friend, except she's a bit more exaggerated than Dianna over here.))

Name: Ashley (Bubbles) Deltorra

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Hair color: Pink and blonde

Eye color: Light blue

Height: 5'3

Style: She likes bows. Bows are her thing. Other than that, just likes to play it casual; t-shirts, skirts, and sneakers.

Personality (At least three sentences): Ashley (or as she likes to be called, Bubbles) is nice and shy on the exterior, but on the interior, she can certainly hold a grudge, and she'll make you pay for whatever you did to piss her off, because she gets emotional very easily. Bubbles doesn't know how to use guns, she thinks knives are too dangerous, so her best option is her bow and arrow, and even that she uses sparingly. She took karate as a kid, though. She's more comfortable with that.

History (At least three sentences): When she was 5, Bubbles found out that she had severe OCD, and that ruined her life. In the classroom, she would always be organizing the crayon boxes into complex organizational systems. When her kindergarten teacher found out that Bubbles was way too smart for a 5-year-old, she was moved up one grade, and then another. When Bubbles was 13, she was a junior in high school, and she graduated college when she was 16. Being as smart as she was, it wasn't hard to figure out what had come over the world, so she escaped.

Areas of strength: Smart, isn't afraid to punch an asshole in the face.

Weaknesses: Too nice to most people, doesn't know how to use anything but a bow and arrow.

Relationships:

Weapons: Her brain, bow and arrow, karate moves.

Place of residence:

Other:

Name: Jessica Young

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Hair color: Orange

Eye color: Green

Height: 4'10

Style: Jessica enjoys thin, silky sweaters and jeans with slightly wegded high-tops.

Personality (At least three sentences): Jessica is scared of everything. She is a human Fluttershy. Shy, sweet, speaks really softly. But, if you want her to be killing things, hype her up on caffeine. Works like a charm every time. She won't like you after you give her coffee, but she can't hold in her anger at people for long.

History (At least three sentences): Jessica had a slightly messed up life. Her friends were scared of her and her parents were divorced. Having them constantly fighting over custody, Jessica was shipped off to live with her maternal grandmother in Japan. Her father and mother both did drugs, so, long story short, Jessica only saw her mother once or twice a year and her father went to jail multiple times. Having her half-sister die a week before her birthday broke Jessica's heart. She ran away from her grandmother, just to arrive in the States with zombies roaming the streets. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger does not apply in her case, as what almost killed her made her frightened and a bit of a wuss.

Areas of strength: Quiet, scares people off, especially girls.

Weaknesses: Has trouble making friends, can't use weapons.

Relationships:

Weapons: She has a small dagger but she doesn't know how to use it.

Place of residence:

Other: She's lesbian.

[Name]

Grigoriy Aleksey Zharkov (Григорий Алексей Жаркoв)

[Nicknames]

Alyosha (Алёша), a diminutive of Aleksey (Алексей).

[Gender]

Male

[Age]

29

[Birth Date]

September 3rd, 1984

[Marital Status]

Divorced

[Appearance]

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[Hair]

Brown, though if he's in a hot enough of a climate anywhere near the sea it'll bleach blonde faster than you can shake a stick at.

[Eyes]

Brown

[Blood Type]

AB+

[Weight]

160 lbs or 72 kg

[Height]

6 ft 2 in or 1.88 m

[Style]

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[Personality]

Charasmatic and as charming as any devil, Alyosha has a way of drawing people to him without any real effort. He rarely --if ever-- has anything bad to say about anyone (out loud, at least), and coats his words with honey than vinegar.

In all truth, he's a rather manipulative bastard who cares about few and trusts even fewer. But, he's got a heart and that's all that matters. Even amongst people he couldn't care to throw off a bridge, laughter and mirth can find him, and there's always that twinkle of mischief in his eye that tells you to check your seat before you sit.

[Background]

Not much can be said on the topic of Alyosha's childhood. He grew up with five siblings --all boys-- and a mother terminally frazzled by the wild chaos that reigned over her household. His father was a career military man, more concerned with winning bread money than spending time with his boys' and was a distant fixture in Alyosha's life. Alyosha spent a lot of time moving around as his father was stationed from one base to the next, and he never really had the time for childhood friends --not that really bothered him, he'd always been more of a studious child than anything.

His teen years were a little more chaotic, but was a gentle river compared to the raging waterfall his brothers' had been. Despite misgiving from his parents, he married young --barely a good month after his eighteenth birthday--to a sprite of a girl who was more accustomed to the shine of spring than the gloom of winter. It was a joyous marriage, for a time, and Alyosha was truly happy with his young bride. He doted on her ever whim and desire, happy to do anything for his spring flower.

The couple welcomed their first child in 2005. A bouncing baby girl, they named her Aleksandra (fondly known as Shura by Alyosha) after Anfisa's ailing grandmother. Aleksandra was everything to Alyosha, but he was a career soldier and bare had a moments worth of time to spare on her and his darling wife.

Ansifa was a high maintenance woman, and could bare cope with the long deployments of her husband across the world. It was the sour grape of their marriage, and it turned the whole bunch bad. Not that Alyosha knew so much, the most he had ever heard of it was some squabbles over the telephone. His precious spring flower, however, was no longer being so invested in their relationship, turning to others for creature comforts.

They divorced in 2007, and Alyosha was devastated. Ansifa was --of course-- awarded full custody of Shura, and it was the figurative final-peg-in-the-coffin. Alyosha wallowed in a pit of self-pity, with all the mud and grime that came with it, picking fights and guzzling boose like there was no tomorrow. It wasn't long until he was given an official warning by his commanding officer to clean up or ship out.

Suprisingly (to himself, at least), he did. Right in time for the Russia–Georgia War of 2008. He got through it, rolling out with little more than a few nicks and bruises. Alyosha, however, was getting good and tired of military life, but had resigned himself for the final long haul towards pension. He requested a transfer to the Russian Embassy in Canada, and was granted it.

It was difficult for him, being so far away from his daughter, but he made do. Alyosha was preparing to leave on a flight back to Russia the night of December 21st of 2012 --to celebrate Christmas with his daughter-- after having been told a particular grim bit of news: he'd been diagnosed with lung cancer. But, well you know the rest. He stayed with his Embassy until its final breath, escorting the surviving men and women across the border in hopes of finding a safe haven.

He'd later wish he'd've stayed in the colder, less populated Canada, but what can you do. (view spoiler)[

[Ethnicity]

Cossack

[Languages]

Russian (native), English (advanced), and Ukrainian (intermediate)

[Religion]

Orthodox Christian

[Sexuality]

Heterosexual (hide spoiler)]

[Strengths]

Covert Operations and Espionage (i.e intelligence gathering, infiltration, surveillance, cyber spying, etc.)

[Weaknesses]

Alyosha's lungs are nowhere near as capable as where they once were, and any prolonged, strenious physical activity is less than healthy for him. He often suffers from dyspnea (shortness of breath), chest pains, wheezing, and everything else that goes with it. As of late, he's begun to show symptoms of hemoptysis (coughing up blood), and his health has been slowly degrading. But, despite it all, he won't give up his blasted cigarettes. Don't even ask him. I mean it.

[Relationships]

Ansifa Matrona Ivanova (ex-wife)
Aleksandra Motya Grigorieva (daughter)

[Weapons]

AN-94

[Place of Residence]