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Full Name: Alice Marie Rosado
Nickname/Alias: Alice
Age: 18
Reputation: Hunter
Power Level: 5, but a well placed bullet can kill anyone so does it really matter?
Gender: Female
Sexuality:Stright
Infatuation: Open
Relationship Status: Open
Description
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Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown/Blond
Scent: Gunpowder and Fertilizer
Voice: Feminine but hard
General Description: At 5`5`` and 140 lbs, Alice would have been quite the looker if the world was they way is was ten years ago. With a bit extra fat building up on her thighs and chest she's really growing into a beautiful young woman. Sadly though, this added "beauty" is getting in the way of what really matters now. Muscles, size, and durability. Her body is an old relic of the views past that she despises to some degree for getting in the way. Which is what is truly impressive about Alice. Despite all the struggles of this world, she had managed to get a bit of meat on her despite all the struggles she has had to face.
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Personality:
The zombie apocalypse can make any bright star turn dark. With friends and family being lost around every corner to not only the undead, but other desperate people. It would only make sense that you would grow more hard to combat these dark times. Alice is no different. Having gone through much death and loss already she she has become more pessimistic and grumpy when she comes across new people as she doesn't want to get too attached to someone she might lose. This has made her a rather grumpy and rude person who can be a bit too mean to other people, but despite this rude behavior and tendency to act vocally aggressive towards other people, she has never attacked someone first. Leaving all of her killings as one she views as self defense. Weather that be against zombies or other humans.
Despite Alice's less than appealing personality, she does have enough sense to be respectful to the right people people. Being a bit of a loner, and not the most skilled person when it comes to certain survival skills, she is very aware of the fact that no one has her back and that one wrong move could cost her her life, so when the need arises she can put her anger asideand actually be agreeably with other people. As she tends to deal in trade a lot you might only see this more kind side to her, but if you don'y have what she wants. Then you better prepare for a rather unpleasant time.
Although Alice isn't the most skilled survivor at there, she was born to a family who wasn't afraid of guns, and as such she is very acquainted with any type of gun. Knowing so much about guns and hunting has given Alice an advantage in knowing how to shoot and how to skin an animal. Two skills that she uses to obtain furs and meat that she trades with other people for ammunition, medical supplies, and occasionally a place to rest, and has made her a crack shot when dealing with zombies. She's skilled when it comes to handling a gun, but past that all of her skills are lukewarm. Which is why she usually trades/sells her skills whenever she can. Despite how little she likes dealing with people.
⤿ Likes:
➛ Quiet places
➛ Being warm
⤿ Dislikes:
➛ Having to shoot more than once
➛ Large groups of people
⤿ Weaknesses:
➛ Not the best endurance when it comes to fighting at close range
➛Not that good with a melee weapon.
⤿ Strengths:
➛ Guns
➛ Hunting
History:
At the current age of eighteen. Alice was about eight when the apocalypse started and has lived most of her life in a world with zombies, but that isn't to say she doesn't have memories from before the world went to hell. She was the daughter or a former war veteran who had gotten into a bit of an accident and was left partial paralyzed from the legs down. Despite his injuries though, Alice's father was a strong man and didn't let that stop him from doing what he enjoyed, and that was hunting. The man spent his days in his country home along with his life and daughter where he would invite other paralyzed veterans out on hunts to help show them that even if they were paralyzed they could still enjoy themselves.
This introduced the idea of guns to Alice from a rather young age, and needless to say she grew eager to try it herself. Viewing the whole thing like some cool adult pastime. Her father, not wanting to pass up on something he could bond with his daughter over, had no problem handing the young girl a rifle for her to try out (Although not without proper teaching and protection first. If he was going to give his daughter a gun he was going to make sure she was responsible). Alice's mother, although somewhat worried about the fact her husband had given her daughter a gun, was just happy to see her husband happy, and soon enough the man had a smile on his face every day as he slowly watched his daughter become a "fine hunter" or at the very least competent to come along with him on real hunts.
Even when young Alice turned eight and the zombie apocalypse officially started the two went out hunting together. They lived out in the country and no one was around them for miles. The two parents did a good job of keeping the idea of zombies away from their daughter, hoping that the whole thing would blow over and in a few months everything would be back to normal, but it didn't get better, and as Alice grew older she could tell that something was off, but what exactly was off she couldn't really tell. All she knew is that her parents were a bit more protective of her, and that her mother finally seemed okay with he fact she was shooting a gun. Although everything was made clear one day when the first zombie roamed onto there land.
Early in the morning Alice was out in the front yard just passing the time when all of a sudden a sickly looking man showed up in the yard. Now being the sweet little girl she was Alice wanted to see if the man was okay. He didn't seem like a threat, and if anything looked like he was about to pass out. As she went over to the man to see if he was okay, she let out a scream in terror as she heard a loud bang followed by the man's head flying back as the bullet entered his skull. Alice was distraught as she turned around to see her father had shot the man.
The fact Alice's father had shot the man for no reason had come to a surprise to her. She had been taught never to shoot someone, and yet here her father was shooting someone now. She was devastated until she heard the almost unreal news. That that man had been dead for awhile and was now a zombie. That the man would have killed her if he had gotten the chance, that she might have turned into one too. It scared her, and she hoped she would never have to see that again, but fate had a different plan for her. Maybe the zombies in the area had been chasing some loud group of raiders as they pillaged the country side, maybe the zombies were simply spreading out in search of food, or maybe fate was just cruel, but either way every day it seemed like more zombies would show up. Not as in large hoards would, but the simple fact at least one was showing up every day was a new event for Alice. Who by now had shot a few zombies herself as per instruction of her father. Who only wanted to teach her who to fend for herself in these dark times. It was hard for her at first, shooting what she still believed were people, but after awhile she grew numb to it. Still sick inside yet understanding of her predicament. She got used to the idea of killing the undead, but she wasn't ready for what happened next.
After spending what felt like years of killing of stray zombies, the first hints of other living humans started to show itself around Alice's home. An open food can here, a dead zombie there. Hints that someone was out there. Alice was excited that humans were still out there, but her father felt less enjoyment from this notion. It was strange. All the hints he found of other humans lead close to his house, but never had anyone actually showed up on his doorstep. Surely someone would have attempted to get into their house by now, so why haven't they? Were they simply scouting his house out? Alice's father's fear turned out to be true as late one night there was a loud crash as someone tossed a molotov through there window.
Hearing the shouts outside, Alice's father knew that they were way outnumbered. There was no way they were going to fend all of those people off, so he changed his goal to doing one thing. Saving his daughter. Handing her a rifle, some ammunition, and a small bag of whatever he could get his hands on. He sent his daughter to the back door as soon as he heard them crashing through the front. Knowing that a fate worse then death could await his daughter if she was caught, the man did his best to make as much noise and kill as many of them as possible so that his daughter could escape, and escape she did.
Luckily the people whom attacked Alice's house were only after their stuff, so they either didn't notice or didn't bother chasing her down, but that didn't stop Alice from almost killing herself by how quickly she was trying to move. With very little food, and no shelter, that gun she was given wasn't going to do her any good. Traveling by herself and getting rather cold each night, she barley made it to a small and makeshift town that had set itself upon the long road between the two majors cities that it connected. The town "booming" as a sort of pit stop for those willing to travel and trade between cities.
The few people who did stay in this "town" were rather kind people, and were very willing to let the young girl rest in the shelter in exchange for a few of her bullets. Resting well that night, Alice was up early next morning trying to figure out how to solve her next problem. Which was gaining food. She already knew that she couldn't just ask for hand outs from these people, so instead she used her own skills, and the few bullets she had, to go out hunting. Having already been skilled in hunting it wasn't hard for her to kill the first animal she came across, and the next, and the next. All rather small animals, but it was better than nothing. She easily skinned the animals and headed back to the small town, and that's when she realized what she could do.
Being an already rather skillful shooter and hunter, when she went back into town she realized she could trade the furs and meat she got for more ammunition, food, and a place to rest. Having enough skill to keep her well fed for the next few days, but another problem started to arise. This small town only had so many bullets for the gun she used, and soon enough they would run out, and when they did she would be useless. If she wanted to keep surviving then she would have to move to one of the cities. Where it would be more risky to live, but it was almost impossible that she would run out of bullets.
Hitching a ride with one of the traders who came through the town, she used her huntsman skills to act as a sort of bodyguard for the traders. Keeping away the ever increasing zombies that showed up the closer they got to the city. Although, Alice wasn't that worried. The traders were kind, and there was even a boy about her age that she thought was kind of cute, if not a little silly. She even considered perhaps staying with the group instead and being their permanent guard instead of staying in the city.Sadly though, this wasn't to be the case as upon reaching the city the traders were attacked by a large hoard of zombies. The group had almost no time to react and half of them were dead in seconds, while those who survived split up an ran to save themselves. Alice was one of the few lucky one who got away, but the boy she liked sadly didn't make it. Alice was devastated afterwards, but slowly grew to accept the fact that this was the world now. A cold and hard place where making friends wasn't worth it. The only thing that truly mattered was yourself. Alice grew into a more rude and aggressive person. Afraid of making friends that she'd only end up losing, she made it a goal to try and not become friends with anyone else. That isn't to say she did't have connections to others. They were all simply business ones where she would trade what she had scavenged, or trade what she had hunted in order to help her get by in the horrible world she lived in.
Items in their Backpack:
➛A bolt action rifle
➛20 rounds of ammunition for the rifle
➛Skinning tools (A knife along with several other tools to help her skin an animal she has killed.)
➛An extra set of clothes (A shirt, skirt, and socks)
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but if you wanna find hell with me
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oh i could assure you what it's like, till your bleedin
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⇁ pansexual ;; panromantic
⇁ currently infatuated ;; unknown
⇁ many previous relations
⇁ prefers ;; females
⇁ very open minded
━━(ii.) Birth
⇁ december 5
⇁ 21 years old ;; latina/african american
⇁ houston, texas
⇁ birthname ;; Latrece Maria Flores
⇁ born into middle class
━━(iii.) Strictly Human
⇁ no special abilities
⇁ not the greatest with a gun
⇁ agnostic aethiest
⇁ born into protestant/catholic household
⇁ power level ;; 5
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CHAPTER ONE ;; p e r s o n a l i t y
↳Latrece doesn't have the heart to deal with a situation like the apocalypse. She's very kind and that's her greatest flaw in a world so cruel and harsh like this. She often seems standoffish at first, as she likes to observe before she acts, but all in all, she's a genuinely good person with everyone's best intentions in mind. She's not built to survive an outbreak like this and it's a miracle she's even made it this far.
She's multicultural and very interested in politics and history. She was eleven when the initial infection occurred, and thus hasn't received schooling past sixth grade. But even so she's quite intelligent, open minded and curious. Though not very cunning, and horrible under pressure.
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━━(iv.) Disposition
⇁motorcycles man
⇁politics but she's a bit of a liberal herself
⇁cares about everyone oml
⇁afraid of being completely alone
CHAPTER TWO ;; h i s t o r y┰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┰
↳Latrece was born to Mia Green and David Flores, into a moderately well off household. Her childhood was nothing short of splendid despite the fact that the marriage between her parents was rocky at times due to financial instability every so often. Mia was a lawyer, but was looking into law enforcement at the time of the first outbreak, and David was illegal for the first nine years of Latrece's life, but with the small construction jobs he had on the side, combined with Mia's plentiful income, Latrece participated in a lot of sports growing up. She was particularly skilled in soccer and archery, but neither of which really caught her interest. It wasn't until just before the infection did David finally get his papers. He was going to college for a degree in environmental science, and their unique stances led Latrece to develop an interest in politics at an early age.
An interest that led her nowhere, considering she never had the opportunity to pursue that interest. Even though her father was slightly conservative in his Catholic beliefs, Latrece was raised with the support of both of her parents unconditionally, regardless of who she decided to date, and what she decided to identify as. Her future was very promising.
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━━(v.) Appearance
⇁ eyes ;; brown
⇁ hair ;; dark brown, almost black
⇁ build ;; somewhat petite, slim
⇁ scent ;; she tries to keep herself clean, so soap i guess
⇁ voice ;; elizabeth yaaas
⇁ clothing style ;; (view spoiler)
━━(vi.) Backpack
⇁matches and a metal flip lighter
⇁three cans of peaches
⇁a marvel comic (deadpool)
⇁a change of clothes
⇁gauze and bandages
⇁a bottle of scotch (half full)
⇁ .9 caliber rounds
⇁ a pistol and a dagger
━━(vii.) Pockets
⇁ a nail filer
⇁ a small box of cigarettes (nine left)
⇁ half a kitkat bar
⇁ a tape recorder
⇁ a gas mask (hanging off her belt loop)
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Full Name: Itsuko Chinatsu Katayama
Nickname/Alias: Itso
Age:20
Reputation: Unknown
Power Level: 6
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Infatuation: Open
Relationship Status: Open
Description
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Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black
Scent: Cherry Blossoms
Voice: Calm and Sweet
General Description: Standing at about 5`9`` and only 150 lbs. Itsuko is a bit on the skinny side. Whcih isn't saying much seeing as she's forced to go with very little food, yet forced to work very hard in order to survive in this world filled with zombies. Although, skinny might sell her short as her small framed body is one of pure muscle. Not being the best with guns has caused Itsuko to rely on melee weapon in order to survive, which has made forced her to build up as much pure muscle as possible, while her less than adequate diet has forced her to body to the limit of how little fat it can hold. Despite her body's more muscular build she is still a fine young woman. With long hair she keeps as well as she can, and a kind smile, she'd probably have any man she want back in the old days, espeically mixed with her rather full feminine body... but she'd probably be a lot more curvy if it was the old world too.
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Personality:
In a world filled with zombies and people more than willing to kill you. It only makes sense that you'd have a natural disposition towards everyone you meet. It's just the way people were and Itsuko was no different. She needed to keep herself safe if she wants to survive, but that doesn't mean she has to be cruel. Keeping a rather safe distance from other's Itsuko still tries her best to help others in need. Perhaps not because she wants to see the world become a better place, but because she knows the more desperate people are, the more likely they'll turn on one another, and the last thing she wants is her small portion of the city to be overrun by desperate raiders. Which means the more she helps. The less likely it is that the person she's talking to will end up stabbing her in the back.
Despite telling herself that she simply help people for the sake of
keeping them from being raiders, Itsuko really does have a desire to help others. Maybe not other adults. but she always does her best to help those with young children. She can't bare to see young children hurt. So much so that she'd kill someone who dared to hurt a child. Which might be why she doesn't join any other groups. Maybe even the sight of all those children struggling to survive is just to much for her... or maybe she just isn't allowed near cities.
By all means, Itsuko could walk into any town open to outsiders and not be shot on sight, but it's easy to see the some people are rather cautious around her. Maybe people can tell that Itsuko isn't the safest person to be around. With all the stress an zombie apocalypse brings. Some people are just pushed passed there limits, and Itsuko seems to be two steps away from becoming some crazy axe murderer who'd kill people just for the hell of it like one of those brutes running around the remnants of the city. Yet, for the most part she is stable and wouldn't hurt a soul. Unless that soul harmed a child. In which case. You wouldn't want to be near her.
⤿ Likes:
➛ Training
➛ Children's smiles
⤿ Dislikes:
➛ People who hurt others
➛ People who hurt kids
⤿ Weaknesses:
➛ Children
➛ Long range combat
⤿ Strengths:
➛ Melee combat
➛ Stealth
History:
Itsuko was a young girl of Japanese decent before the zombie outbreak happened. Her family had been in America for generations, yet still held a lot of pride for there Japanese blood. Well... More so all her nerdy friends at school held her with great pride. The small group Itsuko hanged out with were really into anime, and having an actual Japanese friend who could speak Japanese made her a rather popular girl among the group, if not also the one who was forced to be the butt of all the Asian jokes. Not that Itsuko minded though. She had a deep bond with all of her friends that helped her get by in school, and friends who encouraged her practice of kendo and martial arts.
Itsuko loved kendo and martial arts. Partly because her friends encouraged it, and partly because she just liked to be active. She took classes in each after school every day. She was so in love with the classes that she was actually in the middle of a kendo class when the zombies started to attack people. The many young students in the class being banned from going home while the adults whispered and talked with one another beyond the ears of the young. Itsuko was a bit confused at first, simply believing it to be bad whether that kept them in, but as the hours turned to days she started to realize something was up. Especially when the screams from the outside started to reach her ears. It was quite clear that something was going on outside, but whatever it was was beyond Itsuko. Especially when she saw the adults bring some actual weapons outside, and the fact that some of them never returned....
Itsuko and the rest of the children were kept on a strict training schedule despite the fact that, at this point, it was quite clear they were now beyond the amount of hours they had properly paid for kendo classes. The children's lives now consisting of just strict training and were confined to the inside of the building while the adults were allowed to leave only to bring back food. It was strange. Many of the kids wanted to go home, but deep down. They all knew it wasn't safe to leave, so they just waited. Every day they would wake up, train, and wait for the adults to bring back food, and every once and awhile one of the adults wouldn't come back. The kids went on like this for several years. Perfecting there skills and slowly starting to realize that things were not going back to the way they were. Many of the kids had already gotten over the fact that they probably weren't going to see there friends or family ever again.
Eventually though, as time went on the group was starting to run low on "adults". Adults meaning everyone who wasn't a kid when they first were stuck in the building. At this point though, many of the kids had grown into at least teenagers too young adults, and it was finally time for some of them to step out into the world. The group needed food after all, and with so little adults around now it was finally time they returned to the world they had been separated from for so long. Needless to say it wasn't pretty. Zombies populated the streets, and no one was truly prepared to take a life of what they though was a human, but with there years of training under there belts the group could easily dispatch whatever undead came there way with an expertly timed blade.
Despite there immediate success, the group soon realized why the adults had slowly started to die off. Their little "dojo" was located in a small little part of the city without much food, and as such held very little humans, which meant zombies had to move away to find new humans to eat, which in turn meant the kids had very little to face, but had to travel farther and farther to find food. Which meant they had to travel to higher infested parts of the city at the risk of getting killed by zombies, other humans, or just not having enough stamina to make it all the way back. The groups first mission was considered successful, even though they lost the youngest member of their group to a zombie. Many of the kids were devastated. a large some of them wanting to never have to go out again, but as the food storage started to get lower, they reluctantly agreed to go out again. This time not losing anyone, so they felt a bit safer.
After going out for a few months the group finally started to get used to their new life and son enough, groups started to form between the children, Itsuko was a rather skilled and powerful young girl compared to her colleges, but she wasn't the most socially adept of the group, and ended up being sort of tossed between groups as she was needed. Everyone was fine with working with each other at first, but after the owner of the "dojo" died, the true rift started to form between the group. Each of the small groups wanted there "leader" to be in charge of everyone, but another group wanted there "leader" to take control, and soon enough a large rift started to from between not just people, but ideals. One group wanted to keep to themselves and not risk taking on any dead weights. Another group wanted to take in people just for the sake of helping them. Arguments over things like this and other ways the group could advance in the future soon was the only thing the group could talk about. Insults were spit, glares were given, but no one actually made the first move. That is. Until the group wanting to take in outsiders decided to bring a young child into the dojo. That had been the last straw, and soon enough the whole group was fighting.
Well, besides the few who had tried to be neutral, like Itsuko. The few who didn't want to take part in this situations imply ran when the first blades were drawn. Thinking it would be better off alone rather than with whomever won. Those who left were so sick of groups they didn't even bother going with each other. They all agreed to go there seperate ways and never look back. Which was the right decision, as Itsuko came back several months later out of curiosty, only to find that it seemed no one had one as the bodies of former friends and allies were strewn about the "dojo" and no one living seemed to be there. A few people on both sides must have been living, as there bodies weren't among the piles of ones they left behind. Either way though, it was quite clear to Itsuko that she was on her own now.
Not that she minded much at first. She was skilled with a blade, and as long as she stayed hidden, could dispatch of the zombies before they even knew she was there. She was skilled, focused, and powerful. Making on her own rather well despite the fact she could barley find any food. Which was Itsuko's main problem. She was too good at killing things, but so bad at hunting, farming, or scavenging. As the months went on she grew more desperate, so desperate in fact that one day she did a horrible, terrible, thing. She killed another person in cold blood. All because they had a can of food that she so desperately needed. One she wanted so badly she didn't even notices the kids hiding near by before it was too late.
In Itsuko's own desperate attempt to feed herself she ended up robbing a family of it's only life line. The kids were very young, so young in fact they had no chance of avenging there mother's death and simply cowered as the woman who murdered there mother stood above them. Itsuko ran. Well aware that those children probably starved to death cold and alone because she killed their parents.
Now this is where Itsuko came to two major decisions of what she could do next. She was still rather hungry, and would soon need food again. Normally she would simply go scavenge for food... but now... Now that she was a killer, the idea of raiding a local settlement for food popped into her mind. There was a small family of five living near by with a decent amount of food, and even if she was outnumbered she knew deep down she could kill all of them before they killed her. They took turns staying up to watch for zombies after all. All she would have to do was kill the guard, and then kill whoever woke up while she was stealing the food. If she did that. If she killed these people. She could be rather well for the next few weeks... and that's when it hit her.Itsuko finally realized what she was becoming, and she hated it. She didn't want to be one of the crazy brutes that murdered and killed the kind and innocent people. They already had enough trouble with zombies as it is, and she knew they wouldn't stand a chance against someone with an actual brain and skills like hers. Itsuko realized though, that she wasn't the only one with this ability. Many of the brutes out there already were skilled in combat, or had the right people to back them up. Yet despite them having this skill, they were normal people. Like her. People who simply grew so desperate they lost all sense of morality in a choice between barley surviving and surviving as best they could. Itsuko was right there with them. Starving, and just strong enough to kill someone else to make sure you get what you want. Itsuko didn't want to go farther down that path. With her knowledge she bet she could train up an entire group of settlers into some crazy war band who went round pillaging villages with makeshifts swords and axes with her as some crazy female war chief. She'd be strong, she'd be safe, and she wouldn't be hungry, but she'd make more parent-less children and broken land in the process. She could become that war chief... or she could become someone better. She could take those skill she had turn them into something good. She could train other people in combat, save those in need, and make sure no one else had to go through the same horrible event she did!
Sadly though, this goal didn't come into fruition, and Itsuko simply let things continue as they were. She didn't go saving villagers from the brute who raided them. She didn't try teaching those who had already lost everything how to use a sword. She simply watched people get pillaged, and took up the scraps the raiders left behind. She failed to be the honorable person she wanted to be, and it made her feel sick. So sick in fact that she had to toss the sword she used into the water. She had been taught how to keep a blade in pristine condition back in the "dojo" so she had managed to keep an actual sword on her for a good year or so after she left the group, but after killing that woman the blade only reminded her of the devastated children's faces she condemned to death. Instead. She took up a fireman's axe instead. A weapon not as fancy as her sword, but just as effective that also didn't come with emotional baggage. A few months after ditching her blade, Itsuko felt like a new person. No longer feeling haunted by those she killed, and now finally getting a better hang of scavenging. The, now young woman, slowly started to become that ideal she failed to reach so long ago. She wasn't saving villagers from brutes, but she was helping where she could. Killing zombies who were chasing after a fleeing group of people, being a bit sparing with her limited resources when it came to a group of people having small children, and occasionally teaming up with other survivors during hard times. Itsuko finally felt like she was helping people. She felt like she was helping people. Although perhaps now she understood why she was helping people. Before it was because she felt it was right thing to do, but now. Now she was helping people because she knows, that deep down, every one of these people she's helping right now would turn on her in an instant if they were hungry enough, and the last thing she wants to be is to be killed for the same reasons she killed that other woman.
Items in their Backpack:
➛A fire axe
➛A small hand gun (Just in case the blade gets too dull)
➛7 rounds for the hand gun
➛An extra shirt and pants
➛One unopened can of beans
Part 1 
http://67.media.tumblr.com/c73ed60e8e...────────── [Identity] ──────────
Full Name: Dakota Ray Foxx
Nickname/Alias: Ray
Reputation: Unknown
Power Level: 3
Gender: Female
Sexuality: She's 9, why do you have to know?
Infatuation: N/A
Relationship Status: N/A
Birthdate: July 4th
Age: 9
Country Born In: Washington
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http://www.childstarlets.com/captures... (view spoiler)
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Dark brown
Scent: Usually smells of nature. Dakota tries keeping up with her hygiene best she can, with the apocalypse and everything.
Voice: Mackenzie Foy
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MM4nd...
General Description: (view spoiler)
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Personality:
Dakota is a rather quiet and reserved little girl. She tends to keep to herself and even when in fear, she barely utters a word. In fact, it's rare to hear her speak at all. She only speaks to those she trusts, and even then, will only speak if asked a question or curious about something. She's fearful not only of zombies, but people too, since she's been on her own since she was only 5 years old. So, due to that, it's unlikely that she'll let you get close to her willingly. Although quiet, Dakota is very observation and intelligent. She's often seen drawing or writing in a journal she carries with her, but it's never anything like a diary or something, it's something more useful. Dakota studies zombies from up high in trees or far away, and whatever she learns, she makes a note of it in her journal to help herself remember. For example, she learnt they were attracted to noise when she was 6, so she carries alarm clocks with her and finds any that she can that still work so that she can use it as a distraction, if needed.
Dakota is someone who once she warms up to people, she'll get along with them just fine. She's great at following reasonable orders and will help them best she can. However, she wont be completely obedient unless she trusts them.
Dakota is curious, a little too much, one might say. She can sometimes get in trouble if she's too curious. She seems to love adventures and hikes as well. She isn't someone who will complain about having to walk long distances.
Dakota is known to also be generous, kind and helpful. If she sees someone who she believes truly needs her help, as skittish as she is, she'll help them. That being said, she's also very good at hiding when she's afraid. She knows how to control her breathing and think rationally before taking action. She can, however, be a bit clingy to someone she trusts. But, with a sweet girl like her, that can easily be looked over.
http://68.media.tumblr.com/02e86aa7f2...⤿ Likes:
➛Writing
➛Drawing
➛Nature (Forests, the beach, etc.)
➛Animals
➛Exploring/Adventures
➛Fruit
➛Sweets
⤿ Dislikes:
➛Blood
➛Zombies
➛Anything spicy
➛Deep water (Not the best swimmer)
➛being inside for too long
➛Killing animals
➛When people shout/argue
➛Loud noises
➛Being alone
⤿ Weaknesses:
➛Blood
➛Gets lost in her own thoughts
➛Tends to wander off if left alone for too long
➛Not the best with a gun
➛Dogs (All animals, but mainly dogs. She absolutely loves them and thinks every dog will love her back)
⤿ Strengths:
➛Sneaky
➛Great scavenger
➛Knows how to hide her fear
➛Can hide in small places high or low
➛Obedient (Only to those she trusts)
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Part 2 History:
Dakota was born into the apocalypse, due to it starting a year before she was born. Her parents knew what they were getting themselves into, but they refused to have an abortion. They believed they could somehow raise a child in this dreadful world. They just figured they could shelter her. Perhaps stay in a locked up house and keep her their where she'd be safe and somehow convince her that the world wasn't as bad as it was, but they were wrong. Dakota's parents were former doctors, there names being Martha and James Foxx. They were known world wide for being quite good at there job. Though, that did not help them in this situation. If someone weren't injured, they weren't much help in this apocalypse. Martha always stayed home with Dakota while her father was the one to go out scavenging or hunting, which would result to him being gone for quite a few days. During those times, he'd bring Dakota gifts, and although she doesn't remember them being given to her, she remembered still treasuring them before things had gotten worse. Such as a small locket which now has a black dog photo in it that she always wears. (view spoiler)
One of these gifts were a dog, a dog by the name of Blue. Dakota had named her herself when they got her when Dakota was 3. Blue was worn out, soaked, and had a broken leg, which they had mended themselves and decided to keep her. (view spoiler) This dog was Dakota's best friend. They'd explore the large house together. And sometimes, if her mother would allow it, they'd go outside and bask in the sun while Dakota wrote in the brown leather journal her father had given her. Dakota didn't have much in there at the time. She rarely spoke, so she just drew pictures, mostly of her dad or her dog. Blue never left her side, they were inseparable.
It wasn't until she was 5 that things had gotten worse. It was late at night when it had happened. She heard a gun shot go off, which had awoken her and led her towards the kitchen. She had always been too curious for her own good. She remembers it vaguely. She remembers her mother standing in the doorway with a shotgun, shaking badly, as if she were in fear. It was yet another night her father was out hunting. All she knew was that her mother was shooting at a figure out in the distance. The only thing that had crossed her mind was that it could be her father, which caused her to grab her mom's arm to stop her. Her mother, however, already knew she was there and had told her to go back to bed and that it was nothing, but Dakota knew better than that.
It had flashed behind her eyes. Those few moments. Those very few moments before a sickly man had barged in through there doorway and tore there teeth into her mother's delicate skin on her shoulder. It did not kill her, though. No. Someone else had. Two bullets had shot through, killing the disgusting, ugly creature with one, and her poor, frightened mother the next. And through that door stepped her father, covered in mud and red looking liquid with a pistol in his hand. A pistol which she'd find out later would only have one bullet left. He had a strange bite mark on his hand, and had quickly hand cuffed himself to the old, metal air conditioner, which had been broken for as long as Dakota could remember. He gave her the pistol, had told her to pack her things, take Blue and run as far as she could away from here. He told her not to trust anyone, except for Blue. It took much convincing and shouting, along with as expected, crying, before she had ran out with her things as requested of her. She was 5, and didn't know what to expect out their. But she was intelligent, and had Blue with her, so she had some chance, as big or little as it may of been.
Dakota had stayed with Blue until she was 7, almost 8. She studied these zombies and stayed clear of any cities or places she figured would have people in it. She stuck to caves and forests, and, with Blue's helped, made quite the living when it came to hunting and taking care of the two of them. But, Blue didn't stay long. They were ambushed by bandits which resulted in Blue's death. And although Dakota had gotten away, she had returned when they left, just long enough to say goodbye to her and grab her collar off of her, along with berrying her (Best she could) and went on her way. From that day forward, she was on her own, staying clear of both people and zombies.
http://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrn...Items in their Backpack:
➛Bottle Water (2)
➛Diary and pen
➛Canned Peaches (2)
➛Pistol (2 bullets)
➛Alarm Clock (2)
➛Picture of herself with her parents and her dog
➛Rag (1)
➛Dagger (1. It's hanging on the side of her belt)
➛Extra change of clothes (1)
➛Broken camera
➛Dog collar (Name tag being faded, but it says 'Blue' on it, along with the address they'd have to return it to) (view spoiler)
Items in their Pockets:
➛Pocket Knife (Used for emergencies)
➛Lighter
➛Locket with a picture of her dog in it (Wears it usually)
https://media.giphy.com/media/xM8mXGj...
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/...It's not zombies we need to fear. They're stupid. We can easily outsmart them. Our real danger here is people.
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Full Name: Aurora Jade Eden
Nickname/Alias: Aura or Jade, sometimes Eden as well
Reputation: Unknown
Power Level: 6
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi
Infatuation: Latrece
Relationship Status: Single
Birthdate: July 25th
Age: 19
Country Born In: Paris, France
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http://tlgtour.com/wp-content/uploads... (view spoiler)
Eyes: Ocean blue
Hair: Blonde
Scent: Usually smells of ocean breeze
Voice: Loren Gray Beech
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dw_3A...
General Description: (view spoiler)
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Personality:
Aurora is known to be more wilderness smart, or, street smart, some might call it, rather than actual book smart, only having about a grade 9 intelligence. Due to starting the horde off with her father, he taught her everything she needed to know to make it on her own. Not to mention how to make guns, since he indeed was a gun smith. So, naturally, Aurora takes an interest in guns and how they are made.
Aurora doesn't show herself to people unless there's few of them. She has really high trust issues, which is why she's traveling alone. Aurora is only ever on the ground to scavenge, eat or get warm, if needed. Most of the time she sleeps up high in trees where she'll be up away from zombies and out of view of bandits or survivors who'd try to rob her.
Aurora rarely stays in one place and is constantly on the move. She chooses to move and scavenge at night, where she can be covered from the dark.
Although she has issues trusting people, once she opens up, she's known to be kind and helpful. She doesn't back down easily, but she doesn't like conflict either.
Aurora isn't afraid to be her weird little self. She'll go to any lengths to make her friends happy or somehow cheer them up. However, though she may be like this one minute, if one of her friends are in danger, she'll definitely be their to save there ass in a heartbeat.
Aurora is always honest, though will try to be kind about the honesty. She doesn't like knowing she upset and hurt someone, unless they truly deserved it.
https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vLdha39f0y...We have to always keep moving. It's safer that way.
⤿ Likes:
➛Guns (Making them, mainly)
➛Children
➛Motorcycles
➛Stars
➛Hiking
➛Caves
➛High places (Like trees. They make her feel safe)
➛Singing
⤿ Dislikes:
➛Traveling in large groups
➛Being out in the open
➛Autumn (Leaves make too much noise)
⤿ Weaknesses:
➛Not the best with a bow and arrow or dagger/anything with a blade
➛Traveling with a large group
➛Children
➛Not the best scavenger
⤿ Strengths:
➛Making and using guns (All her guns have silencers on them)
➛Cooking (Her father taught her basically everything she needed to know to survive on her own)
➛Sneaky (She uses the dark to hide herself from others)
History:
Aurora was raised by her mother Lucy, who worked as a teacher and her father Sebastian, whom was a gun smith. However, her mother had died 1 year before the apocalypse happened when Aurora was just 8 years old in a car crash. It was devastating to both Aurora and her father, whom had pulled her out of school for the time being.
Aurora was always more interested in her fathers work rather than her mothers. She learned at a young age how to use guns and, before the apocalypse happened, she even was learning how to make them, just like her father. Her mother's death affected them gravely, yes, but to keep themselves busy, Aurora studied from her mothers teaching books to keep up her grade and helped her dad work on the guns he made. Unfortunately, the books only went to 9th grade. But, she was young at the time, so she figured that would give her a head start when she went back to school. However, she never got the chance to.
She was 9 when the apocalypse started. It was the night before she'd finally get to go to school, only, she never got to. She woke up to gunshots happening outside along with her father shaking her and yelling for her to get up so they could leave. They had packed up the stuff they felt were important and left that place in an instant.
After that, they were always on the move. Her father taught her how to survive in the wilderness, how to hunt, make fires, and, he even finished teaching her how to make guns, which resulted in them putting silencers on her two that she carried, since by then they had found out the zombies were attracted to noise. Her father had became her best friend again, and she had yet again became his little girl. They'd stay up in trees at night so that no one, or nothing, could sneak up on them while they slept and would only come down if they needed to get warm by the fire. He had taught her how to embrace the darkness, and use it to her own advantage. And, due to that reason, is the reason Aurora is still alive today. Her father, unfortunately, did not make it this far. When Aurora was 13, they were in a group which had gone mad. A guy was convinced everyone else in the group was against him, and had shot her dad when he tried to calm the guy down, resulting in his death. That guy didn't live long either, however. Aurora, being the frightened little 13 year old she was at the time, had reacted without thinking and took out her gun, shooting the man right in the chest. To this day she regrets that decision. After that, the group kindly turned her aside. She understood. They didn't want a trigger happy 13 year old putting them all in danger. So, she left without question. She used her father's tactics and has been living on her own ever since.
http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/misc...Items in their Backpack:
➛Extra pair of clothes
➛Bandages
➛Water bottle (1)
➛Rope
➛Gun cleaner
➛Tool box
➛Old ripped up book
➛Sniper (7 bullets)
➛Pistol (10 bullets)
Items in their pockets:
➛Pack of gum
➛5 darts (Like what you use on dart boards)
➛2 bullets
Theme Song: 7 Years (Rewrite Cover) - Leah Guest
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8WRiz...
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/...
both accepted
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he's got a killer smile ya know
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━━━━━━ ginger psycho ━━━━━━
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oh and he's also probably a killer so there's that
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┷━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┷━━(i.) Identity
⇁ pansexual ;; aromantic
⇁ currently infatuated ;; unknown
⇁ many previous relations
⇁ prefers ;; no preferences
⇁ very open minded, a little sadistic
━━(ii.) Birth
⇁ december 19
⇁ 25 years old ;; caucasian
⇁ atlanta, georgia
⇁ birthname ;; Lorrent Damien Hawkshire
⇁ born into middle class
━━(iii.) Strictly Human
⇁ no special abilities
⇁ really great with explosive and piecing bombs together
⇁ nihilist
⇁ born into jewish household
⇁ power level ;; 8
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┷━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┷CHAPTER ONE ;; p e r s o n a l i t y
↳Volatile is a very gentle way of stating Lorrent's disposition. His psychotic tendencies consume him, and most certainly influence his behavior. He often times expresses his somewhat ridiculous sense of humor through violence, and has no qualms with killing someone just for a laugh. In fact, he does a lot of incredibly strange things "just for a laugh". His behavior is questionable at the least, and that's likely because he's legitimately unstable, housed in a psych word for years before the initial outbreak.
He doesn't mind the apocalypse. It gives him the excuse to get a little dirtier than usual, not that he'd really need one anyway. He thrives in this kind of world, kill or be killed, hunt or be hunted. Probably because he's such a reckless person. Even so, he's incredibly difficult not to like. There's a certain charm in the way he speaks, and it isn't unusual for people to fall in love with him, based on his gaze alone. Though some have even described his stare as "reptilian" or "empty".
━━(iv.) Disposition
⇁who the fuck has the pudding
⇁wont hesitate to shoot you
⇁also wont hesitate to fuck you
⇁egocentric, arrogant, and reckless
CHAPTER TWO ;; h i s t o r y┰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┰
↳Mommy was a whore, but a strict whore with a strange sense of morality. And for the first fourteen years of his life, Lorrent had to deal with her bullshit. He didn't willingly, but under the belief that there was no other way he could care for himself. He grew up mildly confused. Subtle emotions didn't process in him, he had a fiery temper and an extreme lack of empathy. But soon enough, he'd learned to fake the emotions that jumped across the faces of others, and fake them very well. Though, to be honest, he wasn't sure why people felt them. Guilt didn't register, and that led him to a life of second rate crime. At first it was simple. Little things from grocery stores, snacks, chapsticks, ear buds, cigarettes, anything he could get his hands on.
He was impulsive. But even his recklessness didn't manage to get him caught. Not then anyways. But then he began committing more serious crimes. Robbing a grocery store, mugging an old couple in a dark alleyway late at night. He was in his prime and no one could stop him. No one could catch him, not until he got caught. Luckily it wasn't necessarily a serious offense, it was a casual theft. He had attempted to take someone's purse, without quite realizing that there was a cop mere feet away from him. But he was a minor. He didn't face jail time. They called his mom, he was released, and the woman didn't press charges.
But he faced consequences. As soon as he returned to his crappy little apartment, mommy leading the way, he was faced with abuse. Blatant, physical abuse. And he finally cracked. Years of repressed anger, confusion, neglect. He hit her over the head forty seven times with the back of a frying pan. And then he stood up, and he walked out. He left everything. Shortly after, he was captured, detained, questioned. And it didn't take long to pin the murder on him. And he certainly didn't deny it. In fact he was almost too gleefully eager to describe every painful detail of the act.
He was sent to a psychiatric hospital within Manhattan, but within days of arriving, was pleasantly surprised by the first outbreak. It wasn't long before he'd escaped, adorning a simple hospital gown covered in the blood of several doctors. Both infected and not. And now he's just a loose canon thrown into a terminally capricious world.
━━(v.) Appearance
⇁ eyes ;; blue
⇁ hair ;; ginger
⇁ build ;; surprisingly well defined 5'9
⇁ scent ;; vanilla pudding
⇁ voice ;; p much his inspiration
⇁ clothing style ;; (view spoiler)
━━(vi.) Backpack
⇁a half full lighter
⇁four energy bars and a few cups of pudding
⇁a bottle of water
⇁a revolver pistol
⇁gauze and bandages
⇁a few grenades and a razor bomb
⇁ .9 caliber rounds
⇁ a small knife
━━(vii.) Pockets
⇁ a corkscrew (dont ask what it's for)
⇁ four cigarettes
⇁ a whip (hanging off belt loop)
⇁ a gas mask (hanging off her belt loop)
ɪ ɴ s ᴘ ɪ ʀ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ ─── ɴᴏ ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪʟᴅ ;; ᴊᴀʏ ᴢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴀɴʏᴇ
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──────feat. daniel bederov┰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┰
he's good with a gun sure,
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━━━━━━━ sniper boy ━━━━━━━
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but people? yea they're not really his thing
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┷━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┷━━(i.) Identity
⇁ demisexual ;; panromantic
⇁ currently infatuated ;; none
⇁ many previous relations
⇁ prefers ;; no preferences
⇁ very open minded, a little masochistic
━━(ii.) Birth
⇁ june 11
⇁ 23 years old ;; caucasian
⇁ st petersburg, russia
⇁ birthname ;; Alexander Viktor Vitaly
━━(iii.) Strictly Human
⇁ no special abilities
⇁ really crafty and resourceful
⇁ optmistic, no religion
⇁ born into strict, slightly abusive household
⇁ power level ;; 7
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┷━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┷CHAPTER ONE ;; p e r s o n a l i t y
↳ Adorning a slightly touched up gas mask and a high caliber rifle slung over his side, Vitaly is somewhat of a smart ass. He's very witty, often coming up with silly one liners right on the spot, and they're admittedly quite funny, despite the circumstances. Though his humor can be a bit pessimistic, it's nice that he still has one even in the midst of such turmoil.
It's important to note that Vitaly is also OCD, a clean freak, and the sight of blood tends to make him a little queazy. He doesn't open up quickly and can typically be very paranoid when it comes to other survivors, but in the end, he has a good heart, and he wouldn't willingly hurt another person for the fun of it. That'd just be wasting bullets.
He uses humor as a coping mechanism, and most people generally get that idea upon first meeting him. He's charming, but in an awkward, clumsy way. And while he rarely ever takes off that haunting gas mask, he still manages to make friends rather easily. Though if he did, those who meet him would be greeted with dark circles under his eyes, but a relatively clean face. It's no secret that he has insomnia. Who isn't the least mentally disturbed in a world like this anyways?
━━(iv.) Disposition
⇁i dont trust you asshole
⇁but are you okay, like are you hungry?
⇁i still dont trust you though
⇁#reallyjustasweetheart
CHAPTER TWO ;; h i s t o r y┰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┰
↳Vitaly has been hiding behind a mask far longer than the start of the apocalypse. Born into the highly strict communist regime of Russia, Vitaly grew up both repressed and terrified. His whole life was dictated by his parents, who harked over his shoulders and demanded every ounce of success they could squeeze out of him with an iron fist. His school life was even worse, despite being at the top of his class, it only seemed to be especially difficult for him. Specifically because of the high standards he had to meet, due to his father being a well respected military leader.
But Vitaly didn't want any of that. He didn't want success, or money. He wanted to travel, to see the world and every shade it had in store for him. Only, he didn't know if he could survive that long, if he could live through what reality was putting him through, and it only kicked into a higher gear once he hit puberty, and he realized that he was not only attracted to females, but also to males. And even worse, his best friend Demarco.
With no outlet to express himself, no way of relieving stress, Vitaly soon began to turn to self harming, at first it was simple cuts along his legs, but then it became burning. His forearms, his shoulders, the tips of his nails, his legs. Anything to relieve himself. Anything to punish himself for his sinful thoughts.
His life took a turn for the better though, once he turned thirteen, he was enlisted into a foreign exchange student program. The first of its kind. And by mere happenstance, he and Demarco were partnered together, and they took a plane all the way to Colgate University in Hamilton New York. Only they never made it to that university, because as soon as the plane docked at the airport, an incident sent the whole place spiraling into chaos. The both of them managed to escape, and ran from the infected and looters alike, together. But when Vitaly finally admitted his feelings for Demarco, they went their separate ways. Demarco couldn't stand the thought of living the rest of his days running from mad men with a faggot.
He found Demarco's body washed up along the shoreline. He's never loved another person since.
━━(v.) Appearance
⇁ eyes ;; grey
⇁ hair ;; oaky brown
⇁ build ;; surprisingly well defined 5'10
⇁ scent ;; cedar wood
⇁ voice ;; fps fucking russia
⇁ clothing style ;; (view spoiler)
━━(vi.) Backpack
⇁a water bottle (half full)
⇁a five hour energy shot
⇁half eaten energy bar
⇁two cans of pork n beans
⇁gauze and bandages
⇁a molotov cocktail
⇁ .9 caliber rounds
⇁ a multi tool
━━(vii.) Pockets
⇁ a pistol with a scope (on his belt)
⇁ four cigarettes and a lighter
⇁ a large dagger
⇁ a gas mask (wearing constantly)
ɪ ɴ s ᴘ ɪ ʀ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ ─── ᴅᴏɴᴛ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ;; ᴇʟᴏ
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{Notice of recognition} (view spoiler)
[ T Y S O N ⋆ D A V I D ⋆ P E A R S O N ]
[ 26 ♜ june 26 ♖ male ]
[ homosexual ♖ single ♜ 'Ty' ]
they say i resemble Tyson Beckford
( ♜ appearance ) Coming in at 6'2 and 200 pounds and with numerous tattoos, Ty has a tendency to intimidate people. He's also incredibly in shape and pure muscle, not exactly someone people want to talk to. Not that he wants to be scary. If he can he tends to sit down around people so he doesn't tower over them, and his easy smile seems to calm people down. His dark brown eyes are from his mother's side, her being half-Chinese. He has the stereotypical epicanthic fold, making his eyes narrow and hooded. When relaxed he has a rather serious expression, with a bit larger lips. His ears each have one diamond piercing, which is only more obvious with his shaved head. His voice is what really throws people off, not what they expect looking at him. It's low and rich, but with an unmistakable Texan twang. He speaks a bit slower, as if thinking over every word before he says it, and everything is softened a bit with his drawl.
( ♖ personality ) Even with the apocalypse and having to shoot zombies in the head, Ty has always managed to stay the same. He's remarkably unchanged with everything. Maybe a bit hardened, but he's still a kind person. He's almost even a sweetheart, loving to joke around with people and do anything to make them feel at ease. Even now he's very laid back, willing and able to take a nap almost any time and any place. To him everything can be solved by calming down to think on it, and if possible, sleep on it. He's constantly telling his friends to relax and chill.
Of course, strangers, especially women, take a shine to him. Raised to be a perfect gentlemen, he's incredibly polite to almost everyone. He calls most ma'am or sir, and is always ready with a smile and a hand of assistance. Women tend to think he's flirting, but he almost never is. He respects everyone but especially females, and his kindness tends to be misconstrued as flirting, which makes him flustered if someone mentions it. He almost never wants to let women fight their own battles, however. It's not that he thinks they're incapable, he's just used to being the gentleman who protects them. Almost anyone and everyone is subject to his protectiveness, and he'd take a bullet for most people, no matter how much or little time he's known them.
( ♜ history ) Born in Texas, Ty has always been a southerner through and through. His mother, Da-Xia, had moved there from Jamaica to marry the man she had met on his vacation, David Pearson. He lived on a ranch, and Da-Xia quickly came to love it and the views. When their son Ty was born, he loved the area as much as they did. He was constantly running around, playing with the horses and camping out in the fields. To him, it was great. He grew up riding horses and shooting having all the room in the world to run around and play in. Even as he grew older he was too attached to the ranch to move away, making a little shed to live in at the edge of the property.
The day the world turned on itself he was out camping. All the important stuff shoved into a nice, sturdy backpack. He was so far out, he didn't know anything was wrong for days. It was when he was coming back that it was far too quiet, when his mother and father tried to rip his throat out that he really knew something what wrong. He was no conspiracy nut but he was no scientist, he just accepted the truth in front of him, got his dog, and took off, leaving civilization as far behind as he could. His dog died after a few years, but he was lucky enough to find a pup that same year that he still has.
Man-Made
( ♖ dog treats )
( ♜ A now mostly-empty box, with only a small handful of treats inside, along with a couple saved bones. )
( ♖ shotgun )
( ♜ Stock pump-action 12 gauge pistol grip. Easy to break down to clean and does enough damage to get the job done. )
( ♖ rifle )
( ♜ A Remington .223 with a decent scope, although it has to be realigned often. The handle has a deer carved into it. )
( ♖ ammunition )
( ♜ A box each of shotgun shells and bullets for the rifle, though the amount of each is steadily growing worryingly small. )
( ♖ blanket )
( ♜ two plaid camping blankets, one red and one blue, each decently thick )
( ♖ knife )
( ♜ A bowie knife sharpened all along one side and the front half of the top, with the back half of the top serrated. )
( ♖ sharpener )
( ♜ Small stone block that is used to sharpen the knife )
( ♖ matches )
( ♜ A couple boxes of strike-anywhere matches sealed into a waterproof bag )
( ♖ straw )
( ♜ a water purification straw that cleans the water as you drink it )
Killed or Created
( ♖ meat )
( ♜ A few chunks of deer and pheasant meat left over from his last hunt )
( ♖ pelt )
( ♜ A few deer pelts, along with a few rabbit ones that are worked into a somewhat soft leather )
( ♖ rope )
( ♜ braided together out of different plant fibers. It can hold a decent amount, but is only 12 feet so far )
( ♖ feathers )
( ♜ from all manner of animals killed, such as turkey, ducks, and pheasant, as well as a few bright red ones from a cardinal found dead )
( ♖ family )
Da-Xia || mother
David || father
Gyp || pet border collie
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Full Name: Takuro Shinji Takei
Nickname/Alias:
*Taku
Reputation: Unknown
Power Level: 8
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Infatuation: Valak
Relationship Status: Taken
Birthdate: November 24th
Age: 24
Country Born In: Japan
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Eyes: Dark blue, turn red when angry
Hair: Dark Brown
Scent: Usually smells of a redwood tree
Voice: Tyler Hoechlin
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=axPMA...
General Description: (view spoiler)
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Personality:
Takuro is often seen by strangers as emotionless, stoic and blank. However, that's not always the case. He's distant and suspicious of strangers, but he's extremely protective over his group and mate. He has trouble trusting people, other than his group, so when someone new comes along, he'll make sure to keep a close eye on them. He has trouble expressing his emotions and usually holds the same tone in his voice towards just about everyone, but in his eyes you can tell if he truly cares or not.
Emotions have never been a strong suit for him, but one things for sure, if he's angry, the whole world will know. If anyone were to touch his mate or harm his group, or, pack as he calls them, all hell will break out. He's extremely possessive over Valak and will go full on blown wolf if someone does something to him that he doesn't like, and can be deemed dangerous if mad enough from it.
That being said, Takuro has his own way of showing he cares, whether it be by how he looks at you, what he says or the small little gestures he may do such as ruffling your hair or putting a hand on your shoulder.
Takuro is very determined and doesn't give up easily. He doesn't believe this world is going to hell. He believes they can survive this out until the very end. He's also self-sacrificing. He'll go without eating or sleeping just so that everyone else can.
He can be jealous, however, much like any normal dog. But he tries not to act out on it.
His anger is one thing he has to work on, however. True, it's rare for him to get angry unless someone hurts his pack or his mate, but when angry, he can be quite frightening and a bit intimidating as well. However, his mate's voice and touch usually can calm him down in an instant. Every beast needs there beauty to tame them, right?
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⤿ Likes:
➛ His mate
➛ Long walks
➛ Nature (The ocean and forest included)
➛ Full moons
➛ Box forts (Don't ask, he just does)
➛ Having his stomach rubbed
➛ Raw animal meat
➛ Hunting
➛ His pack/group (Well, technically his mate's, but you get the point)
➛ The taste of mint
⤿ Dislikes:
➛ Fighting that isn't necessary
➛ Someone touching or hurting his pack
➛ Someone touching, flirting, hurting, etc. his mate (Valak)
➛ Zombies (Mostly how loud they are. Like seriously, what if people are trying to sleep? It's so impolite)
➛ Feeling threatened
➛ Getting angry in front of his mate and pack
⤿ Weaknesses:
➛ Someone hurting his pack/mate
➛ Children
➛ Cats (He may be a wolf, but he adores them)
➛ His pack/Mate
➛ His stomach being rubbed
⤿ Strengths:
➛ Great hunter
➛ Very strong
➛ His wolf form
History:
Takuro was adopted and barely remembers his real parents, or his real heritage, for that matter. He was raised in Japan by a loving Japanese couple and there twin son and daughter who were just 2 years younger than Takuro. Takuro grew up in an orphanage from age 2 until the age of 8, when he was adopted by them. Takuro doesn't remember anything from before he was in the orphanage. Only thing he knows is what they told him, which was that they rescued him out of a burning apartment building but never found any other survivors, or bodies, in the apartment he was in. Takuro never showed much emotion even as a child. He was always serious, got good grades and would rather be alone writing then out interacting with the family. His family tried getting emotions out of him, but it never seemed to work. They did get used to it the longer he lived with them, however. He never caused trouble and was always a quiet, reserved child, until the age of 13. It was an odd thing for him. He never showed emotion, and yet he had begun causing trouble in school. It was a hard thing to discover why, even he himself didn't know why until later on. He was always bullied growing up, but he always chose to be the better person and ignore them. But, by this age, he was getting easy to angry. Not just that, but when angry, he'd get really violent and aggressive and his whole body would get burning hot, as if he had a fever. But he never felt sick to his stomach. He'd just get headaches whenever he heard them bullying him and when he got mad. It got so bad, from time to time, he'd overdose on pain meds just to try to get rid of it. His parents never knew though. They knew something was up and always tried confronting him, but he'd always snap and push them away. What a stupid little pup he was, pushing away the only people in his life who had ever cared about him. Even to this day he regrets it.
This went on for a year until he was 14. The pain meds, again, were not working. He had taken 4, maybe 5, but they didn't seem to help at all. And neither did this guy who always picked a fight with him. He had had enough. But, before he could do anything about it, a loud scream had sounded in the school nurse's office. He had to run to get away from these people that were no longer people. He had to hurry home and avoid these strange people on his way. But, when he got home, it was too late. His parents were laying dead on the ground along side his siblings. They had turned as well, and he was forced to kill them.
After that, and after having found out he was a werewolf, Takuro roamed around aimlessly by himself until he reached the age of 16 when he had met a girl who was much like him. She wasn't a werewolf, no, she was human, but she was just as broken and twisted as he was. And during that mutual fuck-up-ness they had bonded over, they fell in love. They stuck together for some time. He protected her and cared for her, all the while she'd cook for him and listen to his problems and thoughts. It was too perfect. He ignored his animal instincts for most of the time. He didn't dare tell her about his species, and she didn't ask either. She probably just figured he was a human who occasionally got headaches.
He stayed with his beauty until the age of 18, when a horrible incident had occurred. Zombies surrounded them. They had to fight back, but there were too many. Takuro had no choice but to turn wolf. After having done so and killing all the zombies, much to the girl's surprise, she had tried to kill him. She had called him a monster, and told him he was worse than the zombies. So, in self defense, he was forced to kill her. It's not like she'd let him run away. She'd devote her whole life into finding him just to kill him. And just like that, he was alone again. Until recently when he met a guy, Valak, and had marked him as his mate.
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Items in their Backpack:
➛ Bloody yet extremely sharp knife (Not covered in zombie blood, however)
➛ Bottle of water (1)
➛ Pistol (9 bullets)
➛ Golden ring (view spoiler)
➛ Ax (Hangs on the side of his bag for easy access)
Items in their Pockets:
➛ Pocket Knife
➛ Lighter
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Full Name: Jeremy Anderson
Nickname/Alias: Crow
Age: 24
Reputation: Scavenger
Power Level: 5
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Infatuation: open
Relationship Status: open
description
Eyes: Black
Hair: Black
Scent: cigarettes
Voice: Deep
General Description:
5'9 and 146lbs. He's a very slim guy almost considered anorexic with pale skin since he doesnt get out much. His only real redeeming quality is his height and speed since he's so light weight making him a bit of a parkour expert.
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Personality:
Jeremy is a dark and jaded person, after witnessing the death of his family and friends. He's had to leave people behind watch people starve and even some eaten infront of him, so he of course lost a lot of his caring innocence and has a hard time caring about what other people are going through. His main motto is to live and survive, if something happens thats life threatening to him he'll try to escape and even sacrifice the other person to make sure he can get away, but of course if he can save that person or people without getting into too much trouble he will at least try. He's a skilled survivor in the since that he knows the basics of survival and even a few hunting skills even though he's definitely not the best at it.
⤿ Likes:
➛ Sweets
➛ Snow
⤿ Dislikes:
➛ Spicy food
➛ Fighting more than two people or things on his own at once
⤿ Weaknesses:
➛ Physical strength
➛ can't handle the recoil of any gun that isn't a handgun
⤿ Strengths:
➛ Knife handling
➛ Being quiet/stealth
History:
Jeremy lived through the outbreak when it first happened, he was of course only a child at the age of 13 but luckily he had his family around to keep him alive. As the outbreak spread over the years and Jeremy aged his family slowly died around him until around winter when at age 20 a horde attacked thier camp and he was the only one to get out alive. Half a year later he made it to New York thanks to a new group taking him there with them, of course he went his own way after that.
He spent most of his times in a secluded apartment building scavenging around and makinga home for himself. He lived alone only running into other people a few times in the four years he spent in that building, of course he had to venture out more and more to get resources but he made due with what he could. Now he's just simply trying to keep on surviving and make it back home while on his next run out into the city.
Items in their Backpack:
➛ Hunting knife
➛ 9mm pistol
➛ cigarettes
➛ Ammo
➛ lighter
➛ fire axe
➛ flashlight
➛ a few comic books
➛ a few xxx magazines (because reasons)
accepted, all of you
[ E L V I N ▴ D R A K E N B E R G ]
❛ when the dead walk
( i; appearance )
( ii; personality )
A very sweet boy who has to pretend to be tough to deal with the world he is forced to endure in. He wants nothing but to hide away until the nightmare ends, but he knows it never will. He has to be strong, since he is all he has and its not safe to cry when you're the only one who can watch out for you. In reality, he's just a sweet, innocent little boy who wants nothing more than to love and not have to be tough anymore, not have to see anyone die anymore. He's rather bright for his age though, very intuitive.
( iii; relationships )
» Britt-Marie Drakenberg ; 37 ; mother ; died as zombie at hands of Fingal
» Fingal Drakenberg ; 34 ; father ; killed self after killing turned wife
» Jeremiah Fink ; 19 ; babysitter ; died in explosion taking out horde
» Jack ; 60's ; friend ; died
( iiii; important historical moments )
Elvin was being watched by his babysitter when it all went down. Luckily for him, Jeremiah had watched many zombie movies and thus knew exactly what to do. Get out of town. Towns were deathtraps during the beginning of the infection, and since it was spreading towards them, he left Elvin's parents a note and they packed what they could and ran. They didn't take a car, Jeremiah knew the roads would be backed up all to hell. Instead, they took bikes, able to weave through the traffic. Jeremiah figured that they could hijack a car when they were free of the traffic (he had a few misdemeanors on his background involving joyriding in stolen cars) They ended up joining a group of others who had been smart like them, and they found a place to hole up for a bit, until the horde came. It was huge, and the only reason Elvin got away was because the others bought time for him and one other guy, Jack. Jeremiah gave Elvin his 'lucky swiss army knife' to protect him before they left, knowing they wouldn't see each other again as they'd rigged the whole place to explode to take out the horde. Jack was not quite as quick to shelter Elvin as Jeremiah had been, and he quickly started to teach Elvin everything to survive that he could, knowing that in a world like this, someone getting along in age like him would not last as long as Elvin would. He taught him to be resourceful, use his surroundings and be aware of them, to use his speed and smarts not try and use strength. Jack eventually got caught in a beartrap, and started to grow sick from infection when they managed to free him. Jack made Elvin kill him and leave him, making sure that he knew to take a life was sometimes necessary, and to understand that its far better to have dead loved ones, then zombie loved ones. It was hard for Elvin to do, being just a little boy, but he did it, using the last bullet in their partially silenced gun to kill him. He's been on his own since then, and is desperate to find people not zombies to be with, he's so lonely.
( v; allergies )
» cat dander ; mild ; sneezing
( v; belongings )
» swiss army knife ; relatively good condition ; received from babysitter before their death
» cans with no label ; 2 ; no idea of the contents
» pair of wool socks ; 1 ; big enough that they go up his legs like leggings
» glock 18 ; 1 ; no bullets
» backpack; dirty brown from being smeared in mud, formerly bright blue with white clouds ; 1 ; holds his cans, socks and glock
❛ when your nightmares become reality
"If you like, you can stay over here tonight. If you're lucky you may see some cannibalism and that's always fun.."
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Full Name: Uta. {True name unknown.}
Nickname/Alias: "The Ex-clown."
Reputation: Ex-Cult/Gang member , Loner , Cannibalstic human , artist, etc etc.
Power Level: 6
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Mostly unknown.
Infatuation: Open to collaboration.
Relationship Status: Single
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Eyes: His Iris his red and what is supposed to be the white of his eyes is a ink colored black. Had ink injected into his eyes in his younger days.
Hair: Naturally a ravenous black with a shimmer or shine. Similair to that of a lusterous sheen/shine.
Skin Tone: Pale for it lacks proper nutrients do to Uta's cannibalistic tendencies.
Body Type Very Lean while he is still very fit.
Scent: Uta typically smells of blood with a dash of men's cologne.
Voice: Couldn't find an English dub but his voice is that of his faceclaim. So here you go. https://m.youtube.com/#/watch?v=MC1KH...
General Description: Uta is a man of average height with black hair, styled into an undercut. Pale skin and a lean fit build. Various tattoos cover his arms, and a sun tattoo covers his entire left pectoral region. At first glance, his eyes seem inhuman, but in response to he claims that these are scleral tattoos, i.e., black ink was injected into his eyes. Uta typically wears a gray tank top underneath a black wrap sweater, along with harem pants and black boots of any sorts. He also wears a black necklace with round, white gem hanging from it. Former Gang members once associated with him still describe his appearance as being mostly scary and unnerving. Uta may often when seen travelling or hunting for suitable substance will wear one of three of his masks that he had handcrafted all on his own. The tattoo on his neck reads "I can live neither with you, nor without you." Referring to his insatiable hunger for human flesh.
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Personality:
He has a very nice way of speaking and seems to be rather friendly. Although his expression almost never changes, he has an amusing way of teasing people. Uta seems to be unfazed by most things, and will even go as far as letting someone he respects die in order to respect their will, acting as if nothing major happened afterward. Though its simply up to you if you trust him or not.
As an artist, Uta holds exotic aesthetics and is often noted as having ill yet masterful tastes; he holds respect for fellow artists. Uta entertains himself through the search for inspiration and crafting masks based on said ideas.
Uta was sadistic and savage from his youth and appears to have left those ways behind as time passed. However, he has not changed completely yet after his affiliation with the Clowns a dangerous group that was twenty strong becomes apparent. Like all members or former member s of the organization, he may still revel in creating chaos and destruction. However, his personal motives are still unclear other than that he adheres to hedonism.
Despite the hedonistic and sadistic side of his, Uta has on numerous occasions shown genuine concern for others. As the former leader of the Clown gang and a renowned artist, his reputation leads others to respect and consult him for advice in the lower societies. Uta also tends to introduce his fellow acquaintances to each other for their own benefits. Optimistically he may often travel with small groups of survivors if they can accept he does eat other things survive and they don't catch on to his unusual nightly patterns when he goes off hunting for substance.
⤿ Likes:
➛ Dim lit places
➛ Talking with people
➛ The thrill of the hunt.
➛ Human flesh. {Eyes and Hearts are his favourite.}
➛ Most days being alone.
⤿ Dislikes:
➛ Really bright places
➛ Rude ignorant people
➛ When people take his snacks. {He's not just confined to human flesh.}
➛ Stomach pains
➛ When people cling to him like a parasite.
"We need to have a mask we never take off. ."
⤿ Weaknesses:
➛ Uta is light sensitive
➛ Can not eat alot of seemenly normal foods
➛ Is rather unsettling to many people
➛ His hunger is insatiable
➛ Uta has a weakness for children. {Their to cute for their own good.}
⤿ Strengths:
➛ Strategy and battle wits
➛ Hunting all sorts of prey
➛ Stealth
➛ Being aware and has very quick reflexes.
➛ Being naturally scary and unsettling
➛ Manipulation
➛ May not look like it but speed and strength.
History:
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(view spoiler)
Items in their Backpack:
➛ 3 Hand crafted masks. A Plague doctor mask , Ragdoll Mask and a gas mask that covers only the lower half of his face.
➛ Assorted non perishable food rations. { Jerky/dried meat,a sealable canteen of water, wrapped treats, dehydrated fruits etc etc.}}
➛ 2 art journals, Charcoal pencils and colored pencils along with a kneaded eraser.
➛ An assortmant of knives. Most noticeable an out back hunting knife.
➛ 2 pairs of random black sunglasses.
➛ A military grade first aid kit as well as a military survival kit looted off a particularly ignorant frontier member he had for dinner one night.
"Boo!."
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