The blank eyed ones discussion
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Age: 14
Personality: Adventurous, curious, smart. Is a hoarder and collects everything.
Appearance:
Hair
Eyes
Wears different outfits everyday because she doesn't like to smell bad. Doesn't wear makeup but collects it anyways to make pictures.
History: When she was young she wandered away from her mother and got lost. She had to take care of herself and survive. She spent most of her life in dark tunnels under the city and so her eyes are severely discoloured and she finds it hard to see. She uses her other heightened senses to get around properly. She has many survival skills.
Weapon of choice: Anything she can find.
Weakness's: From isolation, she has trouble getting along with people.
Strength's: Survival skills.
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❝Sorry I dont treat you ike a goddess．
Is that what you want me to do?❞
✘Fɪʀsᴛ Nᴀᴍᴇ✘ William
✘Mɪᴅᴅʟᴇ Nᴀᴍᴇ✘ James
✘Lᴀsᴛ Nᴀᴍᴇ✘ Everhart
✘Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ✘ Will
✘Aɢᴇ✘ 17
✘Dᴀᴛᴇ Oғ Bɪʀᴛʜ✘ 19th of july
✘Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ✘ Male
✘Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ✘ Straight (view spoiler)
✘Cʀᴜsʜ✘ Open
✘Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs✘ Single
✘Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ✘
✘Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ✘ Dominic Sherwood
✘Dʀᴇssɪɴɢ Sᴛʏʟᴇ✘(view spoiler)
✘Eʏᴇs✘ (view spoiler)
❝Im sorry i dont treat you like your perfect,
Like all your little loyal subjects do ❞
✘Perѕoɴαlιтy✘
William is a confusing character, he loves to be alone, he is afraid the same thing that happened to Samantha will happen to others, he thinks of himself as a monster, for having killed Samantha, and not tried hard enough to save her. Although when someone does manage to get close to his, he is extremely secretive, and will not share his feelings, but past that, he is a fun guy to hand around with, he uses a lot of sarcasm, and jokes around a lot. He plays guitar, one that he found when searching food when he was 12, and instantly loved playing music, he also sings, but he would never singing front of anyone else, never. After Samantha died, he became really reliable on himself, and used all the skills she had taught him to survive until this day, he is overly protective over the necklace Samantha gave him, he would not let anyone ever touch it, or wear it, no one but him, it is the only thing he has left remind him of her. After she died, he also started smoking, in a way to relieve stress, but this wasn’t until he was 15, when he picked up his first smoke.
✘Lιĸeѕ✘
➟ Smokes
➟ music
➟ his guitar
✘Dιѕlιĸeѕ✘
➟ Those who are infected
➟ singing in front of others
➟ Being helpless
✘Sтreɴɢтнѕ✘
➟ Strong
➟ Fast
➟ Guns
✘Weαĸɴeѕѕeѕ✘
➟ Loyal
➟ Secretive
➟ Samantha
➟ the necklace samantha gave him
✘Weαpoɴѕ✘
➟
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✘Hιѕтory✘
William was young when it happened, when they came for his family, his mother and father, he remembers everything that happened, from his pounding feet hitting the staircase as he ran upstairs to hide in the cupboard as his parents attempted to keep them away from him, away from the baby boy, of course, he didn’t think of himself as a baby, but he was only 5. He had locked himself in his small bedroom cupboard, his legs pulled tightly up to his chest as the piercing screams of his parents being killed by them echoed through his small home in the city, he stayed in the cupboard for hours flinching from every sound that came from outside, he hid silently from them, the killers, the ones that killed his parents, he stayed in there, until he heard the groans and growls of the blank eyed ones calm down as they evacuated the house, probably to go and turn more into them. But it wasn’t then that he had left, he stayed in there a few more hours, paralysed from fear, the memory of his parents screams stuck in his small mind, he was too young, and his parents were killed, just downstairs from where he sat, eventually he had to get up and move, he slowly opened the door, to find his room, and every other room had been torn apart, bloody footprints marking where they had stood only a few hours ago, slowly, and hesitantly he mad his way downstairs, where he found his parents dead bodies lying at the foot of the stairs, their bodies half torn apart, they were already beginning to turn, their eyes were open, they had already begun to turn a grey colour, their skin a deadly pale colour, he jumped over them, ignoring the pain in his small chest and made his way to the front door, which was slightly ajar, he peaked outside through the gap, the sun was setting, and the place was a mess, but none of them were to be found. It was deserted, except for a few rotting bodies that were left around his quiet street. He snuck outside, keeping an eye out, in case they were still around and moved to stand in the middle of the street to get a better view of what had happened. His black hair was falling into his face as salty tears made its way down his cheeks. Out of the corner he spotted someone, a girl, quite, but not like, old lady old she looked like she was maybe in her 40s she had strawy brown hair that was beginning to turn grey, a pale narrow face pointy long nose, and deep blue eyes, but she wasn’t one for them, but that didn’t keep him from flinching away from her as she took a step towards him. He started at her, terrified as she walked closer to him, but he didn’t move, she looked, worried sorry for him even. “Are you okay sweetie?” she whispered to will, kneeling in front of him. William nodded nervously as the girl cupped his small cheeks which were wet from his tears. The woman smiled sweetly at him. “I’m Samantha, and who are you?” she asked, “William” he replied, in his usual childish tone. “What happened here William?” she asked. “T-they came a-and t-they killed my parents” he said, almost choking on his words. “And you weren’t bit by the blank eyed ones were you” she asked. And he flinched at the word, Samantha frowned, “I think we need a new name for them” she said chuckling softly. “The name we have for them is so boring. How about, hmmmmm lame-brains?” she asked, and William giggled, nodding. “Lame-brains it is then” she whispered, but despite Williams laughter, he was still shaking, she smiled at him and stood up. “How about we get you somewhere safer?” she asked, and William nodded. She smiled and took his hand, William grew up with Samantha, she was like a mother to him, and they looked after each other, and protected each other with their lives, well the best he could, being as young as he was. Samantha turned out to be a scientist, she for years had been trying to figure out a cure that will save everyone, but her lab was attacked, she was the only surviver.although Samantha wasn’t much of a fighter she did manage to teach him some fighting skills though, to fight of the lame-brains. She taught how how to use a gun, which he surprisingly learned very quietly, they lived together for a few years, in a small house just outside of the city, one day Samantha went out, to search for food for them, William was still young, only 10, so she wouldn’t allow his to go with her despite his protests, when she returned, she wasn’t the same as she had left, she had been attacked, and bitten by a lame-brain. He had tried his best to fix her up, bandaging her wounds, cleaning them, but she was going to turn no matter what he did. That’s when she started begging him to shoot her, before she turned, she didn’t want to be one of them” William sweetie, please, I can’t become one of them” she begged “use those skills I taught you, use the gun, please sweetie” she begged again. He had hesitantly nodded, he didn’t want to do it, but he had to, he wouldn’t let the only good thing left in his world become one of them, one of his enemy’s. she dragged him down, to kneel next to her, and took something out of the pocket, a necklace, a chain with a with a ring at the bottom, the ring was golden, and had obviously been worn a lot, as it was quite dirty, and looked very old, she had placed it into the palm of his hand, holding it there for a few seconds. “I want you to have this” she said croakily as her eyes began to turn a pale colour of grey. “keep it for me, it was my mothers, she believed it would keep me safe, I’m hoping it would keep you safe too my darling boy” she whispered, taking her hand away from his but leaving the necklace there. he nodded, tears rolling down his cheeks and put the necklace around his neck, his eyes squeezed close, when he opened them again, she was gone, she had already began turning, he didn’t have long, he shakily stood up, and reached for the gun he kept at his side always, he pointed it at her slowly, his body shaking like mad with his sobs, god he didn’t want to do this, but he had to. “I love you Samantha” he whispered, to her dead body, before firing a bullet into her skull.
✘Fαмιly✘
Mother➟Lilly Everhart➟34➟turned
Mother➟Henry Everhart➟40➟turned
Step mother➟Samantha Grey➟45➟deceased
✘Eɴeмιeѕ✘
➟ Open
✘Frιeɴdѕ✘
➟Samantha Grey➟45➟deceased❝ Sorry Im Not Made Of Sugar.
Am i Not Sweet Enough For You?❞
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>.< those eyes are creepy, staring right into my soul XD
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♣Name♣ Johnathan lee Swanson
♣Age♣ 16
♣Personality♣ John is sweet and kind but he doesn’t like showing weakness. His father had taught him that weakness would get him killed. He is very sarcastic and is a bit cocky at times but he’s smart and thinks things through. He’s a flirt, but would never do anything past that. He was actually quite a gentlemen.
♣Appearance♣
♣sexuality♣ openly bi sexual
♣Strengths♣ knows practically everything about guns and is almost always a perfect shot. He is calm in a fight and knows his way around the city.
♣Weaknesses♣ wants to help everyone even if they don’t deserve it and would risk his life in order to do that. He hates anyone hurting a girl, he was brought up to act differently and he doesn't care whether it is a different time and that he shouldn’t care as much, he still thinks its wrong.
♣History♣
When Johnathan first found out what was happening he was barely six. He was shopping with his mother when all of a sudden this woman ran at them. She looked like a normal woman that was until she attacked. John’s first though was that it might have been one of the soldiers from the other side, but why would she attack them? Wasn’t the city supposed to be safe? Why wasn’t she in uniform? His mother Molly ended up being tackled to the ground. John could still hear the crack of her head against the concrete, the chocked screams for him to run and hide. He didn’t want to but he did as he was told and ran for his life. As he ran he shot a look over his shoulder, the thing looked at him, her eyes were clouded over her skin almost grey. She looked like those dead people from the TV shows he watched with his dad when he was really little, before everything went bad with the war and the only thing was updates on what was happening in the world. His mother was beneath it, she was giving less of a fight then she should have been. If he hadn’t been running he probably would have seen the blood pooling beneath her. The thing people had begun calling the blank eyed one didn’t come after him and he couldn’t say he was disappointed. He had hidden away for god only knows how long but eventually came back, a metal pole in hand for a weapon being the closest thing he could find. But he was too late. His mother was gone and the blank eyed one aswell, leaving only a red stain on the pavement. He had collapsed on the ground his body shaking because of his violent sobs. He was young but he knew what that blood meant. His father had told him of all the death he had seen, John just prayed she had died quickly so she wasn’t in pain. When he got back to his apartment he had to explain what happened to his father with tears in his eyes. He felt like it was his fault, if he had had a gun or something… he could have killed that lady. Saved his mum. His dad didn’t believe him. Not until on the local radio it was announced that there were attacks by “drug influenced people” and that they were handling it. Of course it didn’t take long for people to start realising that it wasn’t people at all… not anymore. Johns father Peter was one of the police officers in the local department. He was one of the last to actually admit that yes, people were coming back from the dead. Peter as well as quite a few officers started training people, as well as John. He learned how to use weapons like knives but didn’t need that much practice with guns. He’d been around them his whole life and was taught by his father when he had barely even known his alphabet yet. John trained every day and eventually helped do the training. He was one of the few who were treated as if they were an adult even though he was just sixteen. He was allowed to go on missions with the adults and allowed to give orders to the others in the fairly large group they had assembled in one of the old high schools. But he wasn’t happy, he had never gotten over what had happened to his mother. Never got the thought out of his head that there was a possibility that his loving caring mother could have been turned. His own father didn’t even feel like a father anymore, they weren’t even friends. He was the teacher, the boss and nothing else. He felt alone, with only a few friends to keep him company, although they never really lasted that long. They all seemed to die eventually. One night on a hunt John was attacked, he had blood on him but he knew it was his own. He was trained and knew how to look after himself. Instead of checking him to see if he was alright, putting him away to see if he got the symptoms, his father held his gun to his head. John hadn’t flinched. He had looked his father in the face and accepted his un-warranted fate. Peters hand had stayed steady holding the gun against his owns son’s head, ready to blow his brains out not even a flicker of emotion going to his face. But he hadn’t done it. Peter had pulled the gun away and turned. He had told John to either kill himself or live knowing that he would kill people and make them monsters just like what had happened to his mother. John had left knowing his own father wanted him dead and that he was not welcome back into base camp. That he would be alone and wouldn’t be able to see the few friends he had left ever again.
♣Weapon of choice♣ he prefers his hand held but he can use any type of gun and is pretty good with knives.
Aw, dangI was gonna use Lucky for a character. Was already working on him, too. :/
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「Name」: Bliss Cherish Williamson
「Alias(es)」: whatever her friend like
DATE of Birth」: January 18
「Age」: 15
「Gender」: Female
「Weapons of choice」:
✧ Prefers weapons that can be used from a distance away such as a gun, bow and arrow or crossbow
✧ Is handy with swords and always keeps hand knifes in case
「Sexual Orientation」: Heterosexual
「Relationship Status」: Single
「Blood Relations」:
✧ None (all deceased)
「Eyes」: Steel grey
「Hair」: Short, wild yet smooth and sleek midnight black hair
「Scars/Body Art/Piercings/Etc」: scars on her back from her abusive parents
「Etc.」:
PERSONALITY」:
✦ Bliss has learnt over time that letting your true personality shine is dangerous and can put her life on the line. She appears to be innocent and has a cute and adorable aura that makes it hard for anyone to dislike her. Men seem to be attracted to that quality of hers, and she manages to flirt back without even registering the true meaning of what she's really saying.
But her true self loves patterns, and spotting discrepancies between statements and could almost be described as a hobby, making it a bad idea to lie to an her. This makes it ironic that Bliss' word should always be taken with a grain of salt - it's not that she's dishonest, but people like her tend to share thoughts that are not fully developed, using others as a sounding board for ideas and theories in a debate against themselves rather than as actual conversation partners. Bliss may appear unreliable, but in reality no one is more enthusiastic and capable of spotting a problem, drilling through the endless factors and details that encompass the issue and developing a unique and viable solution than her - just don't expect punctual progress reports. Bliss isn't interested in practical, day-to-day activities and maintenance, but when she finds an environment where her creative genius and potential can be expressed, there is no limit to the time and energy she will expend in developing an insightful and unbiased solution.
Bliss may appear to drift about in an unending daydream, but her thought process is unceasing, and her mind buzzes with ideas from the moment she wakes up. This constant thinking can have the effect of making her look pensive and detached, as she is often conducting full-fledged debates in her own head, but really Bliss is quite relaxed and friendly when she is with people she knows, or who share their interests.
「Obessions/Passions」:
✧ Music
✧ Smiling
✧ Singing
✧ Spending time alone
✧ Meeting new people
「Abhorrences/Distastes」:
✧ People she loves being sad
✧ Sad emotions
✧ Mean people
✧ Crying
「Fears」:
✧ Everyone being sad
✧ Becoming a mad killer after only vengeance
✧ Having to kill anyone unnecessarily
✧ Loosing everything she loves
✧ Falling in love
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「Backstory」:
✦ Blis was born and raised in the small village with a terrible childhood. Her mother was cruel and vindictive drug addict, hooked on opium. Her addiction caused them several financial problems such as owing money to unsavory characters. Her father cold, careless and alcoholic failure of a soldier. He repeatedly cheated on her mother and her mother does the same. Her father had a serious gambling problem and had a lot of money to some scary people. Bliss despises her parents and has never considered parents to begin with. She has scars on her back that will never heal as a reminder of a past she never shares. She was walking home one day after going to the grocery store when she was greeted with a sight of complete massacre. The street was painted in blood and the crimson liquid flown in the sewers as if it were water. There was no bodies, however there was the occasional head, arm finger and toe in a bus, trashcan or gutter. Horrified, she ran from there in fear of what would happen to her. She was in the forest when several of men molested her. She remembers nothing after that, only that she woke up in the forest bleeding a puddle of blood and not being able to move. No one knows about Bliss' history. Some have seen her scars but they dare not ask her. Even though she's a smart girl with a smile always on her face, she keeps a lot to herself and that makes it hard for friends to trust her.
「Alias(es)」: whatever her friend like
DATE of Birth」: January 18
「Age」: 15
「Gender」: Female
「Weapons of choice」:
✧ Prefers weapons that can be used from a distance away such as a gun, bow and arrow or crossbow
✧ Is handy with swords and always keeps hand knifes in case
「Sexual Orientation」: Heterosexual
「Relationship Status」: Single
「Blood Relations」:
✧ None (all deceased)
「Eyes」: Steel grey
「Hair」: Short, wild yet smooth and sleek midnight black hair
「Scars/Body Art/Piercings/Etc」: scars on her back from her abusive parents
「Etc.」:
PERSONALITY」:
✦ Bliss has learnt over time that letting your true personality shine is dangerous and can put her life on the line. She appears to be innocent and has a cute and adorable aura that makes it hard for anyone to dislike her. Men seem to be attracted to that quality of hers, and she manages to flirt back without even registering the true meaning of what she's really saying.
But her true self loves patterns, and spotting discrepancies between statements and could almost be described as a hobby, making it a bad idea to lie to an her. This makes it ironic that Bliss' word should always be taken with a grain of salt - it's not that she's dishonest, but people like her tend to share thoughts that are not fully developed, using others as a sounding board for ideas and theories in a debate against themselves rather than as actual conversation partners. Bliss may appear unreliable, but in reality no one is more enthusiastic and capable of spotting a problem, drilling through the endless factors and details that encompass the issue and developing a unique and viable solution than her - just don't expect punctual progress reports. Bliss isn't interested in practical, day-to-day activities and maintenance, but when she finds an environment where her creative genius and potential can be expressed, there is no limit to the time and energy she will expend in developing an insightful and unbiased solution.
Bliss may appear to drift about in an unending daydream, but her thought process is unceasing, and her mind buzzes with ideas from the moment she wakes up. This constant thinking can have the effect of making her look pensive and detached, as she is often conducting full-fledged debates in her own head, but really Bliss is quite relaxed and friendly when she is with people she knows, or who share their interests.
「Obessions/Passions」:
✧ Music
✧ Smiling
✧ Singing
✧ Spending time alone
✧ Meeting new people
「Abhorrences/Distastes」:
✧ People she loves being sad
✧ Sad emotions
✧ Mean people
✧ Crying
「Fears」:
✧ Everyone being sad
✧ Becoming a mad killer after only vengeance
✧ Having to kill anyone unnecessarily
✧ Loosing everything she loves
✧ Falling in love
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「Backstory」:
✦ Blis was born and raised in the small village with a terrible childhood. Her mother was cruel and vindictive drug addict, hooked on opium. Her addiction caused them several financial problems such as owing money to unsavory characters. Her father cold, careless and alcoholic failure of a soldier. He repeatedly cheated on her mother and her mother does the same. Her father had a serious gambling problem and had a lot of money to some scary people. Bliss despises her parents and has never considered parents to begin with. She has scars on her back that will never heal as a reminder of a past she never shares. She was walking home one day after going to the grocery store when she was greeted with a sight of complete massacre. The street was painted in blood and the crimson liquid flown in the sewers as if it were water. There was no bodies, however there was the occasional head, arm finger and toe in a bus, trashcan or gutter. Horrified, she ran from there in fear of what would happen to her. She was in the forest when several of men molested her. She remembers nothing after that, only that she woke up in the forest bleeding a puddle of blood and not being able to move. No one knows about Bliss' history. Some have seen her scars but they dare not ask her. Even though she's a smart girl with a smile always on her face, she keeps a lot to herself and that makes it hard for friends to trust her.
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「Name」: Valerie Courageous
「Alias(es)」: Val
DATE of Birth」: February 14
「Age」: 15
「Gender」: Female
「Weapons of choice」:
✧ She fashions her own weaponry
✧ She prefers a crossbow, however keeps a gun handy as well
「Sexual Orientation」: Heterosexual
「Relationship Status」: Single
「Blood Relations」:
✧ Adria Courageous (Sister)
「Eyes」: Hazel but sometimes go a molten gold colour
「Hair」: long, thick and wild black to really dark brown
「Scars/Body Art/Piercings/Etc」: a few from when she makes things
「Etc.」:
PERSONALITY」:
✦ Her personality is very misleading. Valerie is a confident collected woman, who shows smirks quite often. She can also be a little sadistic when it comes to her enemies. However she is also shown to be a rather gentle, accepting person. She tries her best not to hurt her enemies she takes no interest in when she is fighting. She seems to be wise and have a large amount of knowledge about the apocalypse, city and the blank eyed ones despite her malicious actions. She can get rather angry if her enemies mess up her plans which implies that she has a rather short temper. She can get violent/reckless at times.
「Obessions/Passions」:
✧ Listening to music
✧ Archery
「Abhorrences/Distastes」:
✧ Bright colours
✧ Anyone harming her sister
✧ Being criticised
「Fears」:
✧ Love
✧ The unknown
✧ The inevitable
「Backstory」:
✦ Valerie had grown up with her mother and twin sister, Adria. She had never known her father, however most of their neighbours claimed that he was a solider who ran from war. However, their mother completely denied any claim of her husband being treasonous. The villagers, however, couldn't care less.
When Valerie and Adria were 12, the villagers hand all been bitten by blank eye ones and stormed their home. Their mother had hidded them in a trunk so that they weren't caught, however, she'd paid the ultimate sacrifice. Valerie had opened the trunk as soon and everyone was gone, grabbed Adria's hand and run. They had passed the town square quietly, where their mother's screams could be heard. Adria cried and tried to run in the direction of their mother, but Valerie dragged her away and didn't look back. Instinct told her to run as far away as they could.
「Alias(es)」: Val
DATE of Birth」: February 14
「Age」: 15
「Gender」: Female
「Weapons of choice」:
✧ She fashions her own weaponry
✧ She prefers a crossbow, however keeps a gun handy as well
「Sexual Orientation」: Heterosexual
「Relationship Status」: Single
「Blood Relations」:
✧ Adria Courageous (Sister)
「Eyes」: Hazel but sometimes go a molten gold colour
「Hair」: long, thick and wild black to really dark brown
「Scars/Body Art/Piercings/Etc」: a few from when she makes things
「Etc.」:
PERSONALITY」:
✦ Her personality is very misleading. Valerie is a confident collected woman, who shows smirks quite often. She can also be a little sadistic when it comes to her enemies. However she is also shown to be a rather gentle, accepting person. She tries her best not to hurt her enemies she takes no interest in when she is fighting. She seems to be wise and have a large amount of knowledge about the apocalypse, city and the blank eyed ones despite her malicious actions. She can get rather angry if her enemies mess up her plans which implies that she has a rather short temper. She can get violent/reckless at times.
「Obessions/Passions」:
✧ Listening to music
✧ Archery
「Abhorrences/Distastes」:
✧ Bright colours
✧ Anyone harming her sister
✧ Being criticised
「Fears」:
✧ Love
✧ The unknown
✧ The inevitable
「Backstory」:
✦ Valerie had grown up with her mother and twin sister, Adria. She had never known her father, however most of their neighbours claimed that he was a solider who ran from war. However, their mother completely denied any claim of her husband being treasonous. The villagers, however, couldn't care less.
When Valerie and Adria were 12, the villagers hand all been bitten by blank eye ones and stormed their home. Their mother had hidded them in a trunk so that they weren't caught, however, she'd paid the ultimate sacrifice. Valerie had opened the trunk as soon and everyone was gone, grabbed Adria's hand and run. They had passed the town square quietly, where their mother's screams could be heard. Adria cried and tried to run in the direction of their mother, but Valerie dragged her away and didn't look back. Instinct told her to run as far away as they could.
「Name」: Adria Courageous
「Alias(es)」: Hates nicknames
DATE of Birth」: February 14
「Age」: 15
「Gender」: Female
「Weapons of choice」:
✧ A machine gun
✧ Any gun
「Sexual Orientation」: Heterosexual
「Relationship Status」: Single
「Blood Relations」:
✧ Valerie Courageous (Sister)
「Eyes」: Piercing blue
「Hair」: long, thick and wild blonde which is always in the same style
「Scars/Body Art/Piercings/Etc」: a few from when she makes things
「Etc.」:
PERSONALITY」:
✦ Adria has always been independent, headstrong and she takes care of herself (well she has a habit of saving homeless cats and dogs.) She keeps to herself a lot and not many see her unless her presences requested. She is distant, cold and can be unresponsive. However, she is good at many things or she wouldn't be in her position.
She is well calculative and strategic. She notices unnoticeable movements in people and their behaviors. This ability came from being in such an unpredictable and terrible environment as a child, that she learned to read people's expressions and movements as a survival skill.
She is simple in her manner and blunt in her speech. She can be compassionate, it's just rather hard for her.
「Obessions/Passions」:
-Reading
-quiet
-climbing trees
-Hand to hand combat (When she's in a really bad mood)
「Abhorrences/Distastes」:
-Broccoli
-Sarcasm
-Bright colours
-Anyone harming her sister
-Being criticised
「Fears」:
✧ Love
✧ The unknown
✧ The inevitable
「Backstory」:
✦ Adria had grown up with her mother and twin sister, Valerie. She had never known her father, however most of their neighbours claimed that he was a solider who ran from war. However, their mother completely denied any claim of her husband being treasonous. The villagers, however, couldn't care less.
When Adria and Valerie were 12, the villagers hand all been bitten by blank eye ones and stormed their home. Their mother had hidded them in a trunk so that they weren't caught, however, she'd paid the ultimate sacrifice. Valerie had opened the trunk as soon and everyone was gone, grabbed Adria's hand and run. They had passed the town square quietly, where their mother's screams could be heard. Adria cried and tried to run in the direction of their mother, but Valerie dragged her away and didn't look back. Instinct told her to run as far away as they could.
「Alias(es)」: Hates nicknames
DATE of Birth」: February 14
「Age」: 15
「Gender」: Female
「Weapons of choice」:
✧ A machine gun
✧ Any gun
「Sexual Orientation」: Heterosexual
「Relationship Status」: Single
「Blood Relations」:
✧ Valerie Courageous (Sister)
「Eyes」: Piercing blue
「Hair」: long, thick and wild blonde which is always in the same style
「Scars/Body Art/Piercings/Etc」: a few from when she makes things
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PERSONALITY」:
✦ Adria has always been independent, headstrong and she takes care of herself (well she has a habit of saving homeless cats and dogs.) She keeps to herself a lot and not many see her unless her presences requested. She is distant, cold and can be unresponsive. However, she is good at many things or she wouldn't be in her position.
She is well calculative and strategic. She notices unnoticeable movements in people and their behaviors. This ability came from being in such an unpredictable and terrible environment as a child, that she learned to read people's expressions and movements as a survival skill.
She is simple in her manner and blunt in her speech. She can be compassionate, it's just rather hard for her.
「Obessions/Passions」:
-Reading
-quiet
-climbing trees
-Hand to hand combat (When she's in a really bad mood)
「Abhorrences/Distastes」:
-Broccoli
-Sarcasm
-Bright colours
-Anyone harming her sister
-Being criticised
「Fears」:
✧ Love
✧ The unknown
✧ The inevitable
「Backstory」:
✦ Adria had grown up with her mother and twin sister, Valerie. She had never known her father, however most of their neighbours claimed that he was a solider who ran from war. However, their mother completely denied any claim of her husband being treasonous. The villagers, however, couldn't care less.
When Adria and Valerie were 12, the villagers hand all been bitten by blank eye ones and stormed their home. Their mother had hidded them in a trunk so that they weren't caught, however, she'd paid the ultimate sacrifice. Valerie had opened the trunk as soon and everyone was gone, grabbed Adria's hand and run. They had passed the town square quietly, where their mother's screams could be heard. Adria cried and tried to run in the direction of their mother, but Valerie dragged her away and didn't look back. Instinct told her to run as far away as they could.
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( ◆ ) biology ; at { twenty-five } years old, you'd say that Day has her whole life ahead of her. As an independent { female }, she'd have to agree. Or, she might have if the world wasn't the way it was. Born on May sixth in the midst of struggle, she's not ready to give up just yet.
( ◆ ) status ; as a member of growing colony, people have looked to her as a { leader }. It may very well be all right to see her as so, but she's not sure she's ready for this position they've thrust upon her.ᴡ ᴇ ᴀ ᴘ ᴏ ɴ s ; pistols ; anything she can get her hands on
[ ᴅ ] ay has always been the optimistic sort. There's not much that can hold her down or keep a smile from her face. Maybe that's why they made her a leader, for that gracious need to keep smiling. She sees the bright side of things; it's how she's always thought. It keeps her calm and leveled and allows her to think properly, rather than panic. It's the anchor she clings to in this incredible time of strife, and she's not sure where she would be without it. Her life has been a turn of worse and much worse, but she's still smiling. People either can't comprehend it, or are drawn to it. They see and hear the things she's gone through and are amazed by the fact that she can still laugh. But, to her, this is normal. You have to find the happy things, even when everyone you've loved are nothing more than a memory to you now.
She remembers that there was a time when someone asked if she might have been royalty in a past life. Day, like any other time, laughed. Baffled, but she still laughed. She doesn't quite see the regal tinge to her words and actions, or even the way she walks. She's similar to royalty, in that sense, but she always say that it's a train diplomacy. She's been one to intercept and recruit people for the colony, even with her new title of leader. Leader. Among a council of five, she's the one that's supposed to remain impartial. The one that'll break a tie. But, she doesn't think that even she is meant to be for such a place. That, in her mind, is not something she wants or should do. As a child, she had been selfish. She had taken what was not hers, and didn't dare share what was. She didn't play well with others, and yet, here she stands as a pillar of a community.
It's a marvel, really, that's she's still here. She's not reckless or dimwitted, but she's not particularly good with violence. Never was, never will be. She'd rather work something out peacefully than draw arms. Seeing the infected, the blank stare of the enemy; she usually vomits on sight. But, she's brave. She continues on past what she needs to do, striving for one goal: to protect. And sometimes, wrong decisions are made for that goal. Sometimes tough decisions are made for that goal. Sometimes, you lose friends for the greater good.
And sometimes, you lose yourself.
( ◆ ) strengths ; diplomatic; intelligent; determined
( ◆ ) weaknesses ; reluctant to get violent; one track minded; underestimatingʀ ᴇ ʟ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ s ;mother ━ Yaneh; father ━ William; sister ━ Wilhemmina
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"I ask for nothing, I can get by. I know so many less lucky than I"
✞Name✞: Abigale May Mills
✞Age✞: 17
✞Sexuality✞: heterosexual
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Abigale is an extremely friendly girl, she only ever sees the best in people never judging before actually knowing that person. She hasn’t got a hostile bone in her body and wants nothing other than to help others. She is religious but doesn’t push her religion on anyone else, she believes that everyone should just have courage and be kind.
"I want to help as many people as I can before I die. maybe I can make their life just a tiny bit better while I'm here"
✞History✞:
Abbie was a small child when her parents died. They weren’t killed by the blank eyed ones, not by angry robbers… no they died of hunger. Her parents had given her and the others that stayed with them their food without any of them finding out. They had starved themselves to keep everyone else safe and healthy. When they passed Abbie had prayed for what seemed to be the millionth time, but that time the others had been with her. Their knees against the pavement their hands clasped together. She had cried but she didn’t cry alone, the others cried with her. Even those with them who did not believe prayed that night. Because innocent people had died trying to make sure everyone else was okay. She had lost her parents but she had gained a new confidence that she would never have achieved without that night. She learned how to use different medications and plants to heal people, learned how to speak not only Italian and Chinese but Spanish so she could communicate with more people so she could help them. Even though she had lost so much, she had never lost her smile. She had never lost her hope. Never lost her love.
When she turned 15 she had made sure everyone in her camp was okay, all healthy and she had left. She didn’t want to stay where everyone was okay when she could have been out there in the city helping everyone else. They had tried to stop her but she had left any way, kissing and hugging each and every one of them goodbye. She had only a small piece of bread and a tiny bit of cheese for food with her, one bottle of water and very few medical supplies but she was happy and thankful to them all for even giving her the few things she had. The only weapon she had was her small dagger but she absolutely hated it and would do anything to avoid using it. She didn’t even hate the blank eyed ones. She still had hope that one day they’d find a cure, and so she didn’t kill them. Not unless it was completely necessary. Because she believed that their might still be something human in them
"I'm not perfect, I'm far from it but I hope that my parents are up in heaven smiling down. I hope they are proud. I pray that when I see them again they will welcome me with open arms. that's all I want"
✞Weapon of choice✞: her dagger even though she doesn’t like using it
✞Strengths✞: good at healing and identifying plants, good with calming people and animals and good at singing.
✞Weaknesses✞: her wnt to help everyone, her in ability to hurt things and her trust in everyone she meets.
✞song✞: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YdMkK...
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thanks scoobs
and seriously? bat of mons? XD
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LOL u finally have a character that isnt depressing
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Age: 16
Sexuality: Asexual
Appearance:
Hair-
Personality: Is a pretty mellow character. She doesn't really care what people say about her or feel about her. She isn't interested in romantic or sexual relationships at all (sorry no ships :P). She doesn't show facial expressions much.
History: Yun is a Chinese exchange student. She came to America to study and go to college. After being there for a while the scientists and blank eyed ones took over. She has been stuck in the city ever since.
Weapons: Traps, silent weapons like swords and knives and stuff.
Strengths: Is an Asian ninja (just kidding). Is okay with swords, knives and other weapons (but could use a bit more practice), can say things in Chinese so people don't understand, can help animals that are injured or sick.
Weaknesses: Socially awkard, her accent (It's hard for people to under stand), doesn't know English that well.
Likes: Hazelnut wafers (such as Buenos), sushi, playing instruments, chocolate, caramel, condensed milk, pepperoni pizza, keeping animals, caring for animals, growing plants.
Dislikes: Cruelty, blank eyes, people who are very nasty.
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