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[Dahlia( Prehistoric Nut)]

Name: Renita Montoya
Age: eighteen
Gender: female

Appearance: http://firan.legendary.org/index.php/...
height of 5'4
Long brunette hair commonly tied with a hair clip or tie
Lean and well toned body in her prime
A white patch over her left eye
Often wears jeans and a tank top with her sturdy black boots. Once in a while will be found wearing a fitted cap
A light brown eye and the other is a deathly white weight of 112lbs

Personality: If a goal is to be reached, Renita will stop at nothing to get there. However, this determination causes her to be a bit harsh on herself at times. Scolding herself for her errors. Renita isn't a very social person, and would most likely be found in the background instead of being in the center of the frame. During her childhood she has had zero affection shown towards her, so she isn't very familiar with a hug, and not fond of it either. Ignoring the social life, she takes the path of where her curiosity leads her, sometimes into trouble. Although, due to how she was raised, she can be quite sneaky and cold sometimes. Renita isn't easy to tick off either, she would rather bide her time for the opportunity than throw a tantrum. It doesn't always work though. Past this tough exterior, you would find a fiercely loyal girl. Deep down, she has her moments.

History: Molded by the streets of the Hispanic ghetto, she has been known as a famous pickpocket, but she was forced into the business. At the age of four, Renita's mother fled from her alcoholic father, wanting to start fresh. Unfortunately, that meant leaving little Renita behind. Years she was forced to take the sudden violent burst that erupted from her father. One incident, when she was nine, involved a broken beer bottle. The end result of the struggle was the loss of her right eye. Since then, she flew low under his radar, fearing for worst. At eleven, she blossomed into a startling beauty, and her father noticed. Once he approached, she also fled and took to the streets. The first couple of years she managed to scrape a living by singing, just enough to get a meal a day. After that, the innocence from her started to wilt, and less money was dropped at her feet. As a last resort, she took thievery. Besides a few scuffles and getting jacked herself, she was flourishing. After the Apocalypse, the stream of people stopped, but it was still a fight for survival.

Strengths:
Picking locks
Pickpocketing
Speed
Works well under pressure
Intuition

Weaknesses:
Lopsided on her left side
Gun accuracy
muscle strength(compared to dude)
curiosity

Relationships:
None currently

Weapons:
Crowbar(Primary tool)
Pocketknife
Common pistol(with silencer)
Machete

Place of Residence: Roosevelt Hotel(Third floor)

[ThePsychopath∞]

Name : Daryl Dixon

Age : 24

Gender : Male

Appearance : https://www.google.co.uk/url?sa=i&... This bad-ass over ere

Hair colour : Black

Eye colour : Left eye : Blue Right eye : Blue with brown in the corner (It's possible)

Height : 6'2

Style : Seriously?

Personality (At least three sentences): Daryl is an expert in hunting and killing. If someone annoys him the are usually killed so stay on his good side. He has a awful bad temper and gets really pissed off easily. He is kind most of the time and reasonable. He would make an excellent leader. He is not afraid to kill someone if they threaten him.

History (At least three sentences): Daryl ran away a lot in his younger life with his brother. Daryl joined the military just before the Apocalypse with his brother and is still, technically in it. Or what's left of it anyway. Now he travels alone most of the time after he got separated from his brother with a compound crossbow and a G36 K camo with an Acog sight and a flashlight on it.

Areas of strength:

+ He has good survival instincts
+ He is good with guns
+ He is loyal and a good leader

Weaknesses:

- He does not trust easily
- He misses his brother
- He has a bad temper

Relationships : Open

Weapons : A compound Crossbow (47 Bolts) A G36 K Camo with an M1911

Place of residence: No real place, he moves on everyday

Other: N/a

[ThePsychopath∞]

Name : Theron Wilson

Age : 18

Gender : Male

Appearance : https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/im...

Hair colour : Black

Eye colour : Left eye : Blue

Height : 5'9

Style : Seriously?

Personality (At least three sentences): Theron is a kind, easy to trust guy. He will stick up for a friend in an argument and will happily die protecting anyone who is close to him. He has good survival instincts and he can survive of the land. He does not get very angry easily but he has a good sense of humor and is very sarcastic when he speaks, no matter who he speaks to.

History (At least three sentences): Theron grew up in London before moving to America at the age of 14. At 18 he joined the American Army and was on a visit to a few friends in New York when the disaster struck. Ever since he has been roaming the streets lonely, looking for somewhere to stay and someone to speak to. He lives a very lonely life indeed.

Areas of strength:

+ He has good survival instincts
+ He is good with vehicles and anything that needs fixing
+ He is loyal and a good leader

Weaknesses:

- He trusts people way too easily
- He can be ver emotional
- He is over sarcastic at times

Relationships : Open

Weapons : A LA80 he found in a gunshop and a Hunting knife. He also has a Makarov with plenty of ammo.

Place of residence: No real place, he moves on everyday

Other: N/a

[literariel, Get crazy with it ԅ(≖‿≖ԅ)]

Name: Isabel Gerald

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Hair color: Purple/pink

Eye color: Dark grey/dark blue

Height: 5'7

Style: Isabel likes anything that could even remotely be considered as "goth". Choke collars, fishnet tights, tight shirts and the like.

Personality (At least three sentences): Isabel will not go anywhere without her earphones. Anywhere. Always listening to metal and hardcore rock, Isabel is a goth chick, who hates everyone, everything, and a little more of everyone. She's usually quiet, but when she does speak, she likes to imagine sarcasm as a whip, and she's lashing out with her sarcastic whip to attack people. Extremely poetic, Sylvia Plath was a great influence on Isabel, and the way that she writes. Constantly being alert, she's not afraid when she kills (human, undead, or otherwise).

History (At least three sentences): (I'm gonna let Isabel handle the telling of her history.) *pulls out earphones* Huh? What history? (You know... your backstory...) Oh, yeah, right. Sorry 'bout that. *clears throat* Hi. My name is Isabel Gerald, and I'm a goth/rocker girl. I grew up in the mean streets of New York City, the "gangs" obviously having some sort of effect on me. You see, I was born and raised in New York. When I was 5, I questioned my dad on why we lived in New York, and why we didn't live somewhere where the butterflies fluttered daintily across a field of wheat, and the sun was always shining. He told me that his partner had a very important job, and that we needed to stay here. Yeah, you heard me. Partner. Now, at the time, I didn't really understand what that meant, and I think my dad was putting off telling me later rather than sooner. You see, I had always thought that my father was just living with a close business partner of his. My, my, what a naive child I was back then. My dad was gay. Like, tight, pink shirt-wearing, skinny jeans, designer shoes, high-pitched voice kind of gay. Anyway, when I found out, I was 14. I wasn't really shocked, persay, I was more, intrigued. Like, you know, wow, 2 dads, that's so cool, I wonder if anyone else has 2 dads like me! But, the kids at school ridiculed me to no end, and my fathers' refused to help me. So, naturally, I took to the one thing in my life that was keeping me sane. Music. I took a particular liking to MCR and ACDC. When I was 18, I immediately shot out of school and enrolled in a musical kind of college. They asked me what I wanted to know and learn at their school. I quoted Twisted Sister, and I made a complete fool out of myself by saying, "I wanna rock." To this day, I believe that my application was burned on a stake while my interrogators laughed maniacally. I applied to yet another college soon after that little hazardous experience. I was accepted (not making any more mistakes like that), and I went in. Boy, was that hard. Apparently, classes included: classical music (as if), voice lessons (puh-lease), and history of rock (which I was comfortable with). I excelled in history of rock, and decided to go back for more classes in the summer, hoping I could bypass the voice lessons next semester. Turns out, the whole place was crawling with flesh-eating bitches, and my plan was ruined. Never finishing college, I now live my life as a washed-up rocker, who never really made it to the top. *plugs earphones back in*

Areas of strength: Knows rock/metal music dating back to the 60's, good with a gun, not afraid to kill, has a "sarcastic whip".

Weaknesses: Trusts people way too easily, ridiculed a lot.

Relationships: Looking to be in one.

Weapons: Bare hands, gun.

Place of residence:

Other: Piercings galore.

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❝ You know that saying, we rise out the ashes, I've got to admit, there is a certain type of species I wish would just stay in the fucking ashes...❞ -Azure Zachary

Full name: Azure Indira Zachary
➸Nickname: Blue (view spoiler)[This name was given to her by her uncle Isaac who was the artist of the family and noted the colouring. It's stuck permanently throughout her life, but these days it's very rare to hear this name on someones lips. (hide spoiler)]
➸Pronunciation: | AH-zhure | | in-DEER-ah | | ZAK-a-ree |

◌ AZURE \a-zu-re\ as a girl's name is pronounced AH-zhure. It is of Spanish origin, and the meaning of Azure is "sky blue". The color, from "azul", used as a given name. Suitable for a blue-eyed baby.

◉ INDIRA \i-ndi-ra, in-dira\ as a girl's name is pronounced in-DEER-ah. It is of Hindi and Sanskrit origin, and the meaning of Indira is "splendid". Hindu mythology: the wife of Vishnu. Made familiar in modern times by Indira Gandhi, former prime minister of India.

❂ ZACHARY \z(a)-cha-ry\ as a boy's name is pronounced ZAK-a-ree. It is of Hebrew origin, and the meaning of Zachary is "the Lord recalled". Variant of Zachariah; Zachary is one of several names from the Old Testament that have revived into favor in modern times. See also Jacob, Jason, Jared, Jeremy, and Joshua. President Zachary Taylor.

✫Gender: Femme Fatale ♀
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Derived from the feminine chromosome
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⋆Sexuality: Heterosexual
➸Relationship Status: Just ask, but she'll be a handful!

⌛Physical Age: Eighteen years of age
➸Place of Birth: Edinburgh, Scotland, UK
➸Date of Birth: October thirty-first 00:29 AM
➸Nationalities: American, Scottish, Irish, Italian, Polish.

⊗Zodiac
➸Sign: Scorpio
➸Planet: Pluto
➸Stone: Topaz
➸Additional information:(view spoiler)[Reputed to be the "most powerful" sign of the zodiac, Scorpios lead fate filled lives and have intense and dramatic personal relationships. Even as children Scorpios are often found to be wise beyond their years. Many astrologers call this the sign of the "oldest souls". Old and wise beyond the average, Scorpios often know all the answers, except sometimes; they too often have difficulty finding what they need to develop their own happiness.

Passion, desire and power go hand in hand for Scorpios. Their biggest challenge and test in life is choosing between the power of love and the love of power. Coming to grips with their extraordinary emotional depths and sensitivity isn't easy for those around them. They are different from all other zodiac signs and this difference has them walking, working and loving to a different beat. Others can often live with a Scorpio partner for years, but not really know them. Much to do with a Scorpio remains ever secret. Their eyes often blaze with feelings that words never express, and beware on the days or nights they hide their feelings behind dark glasses, there is likely to be a storm of some kind brewing. When you deal with a Scorpio you have to always deal with them on a psychic intuitive level. They often wear a mask. Too often they say "no" when they really mean "yes". They have contrary natures. Once they find true love they can be the most faithful dedicated of all partners but fall out badly with a Scorpio and you are likely to find they will never forget or forgive.

Most Scorpios are winners. The main thing they have to worry about is their attitudes, which make up their mind powers and can either make or break them. When they are negative about something or someone, or critical of themselves, they can tend to get in their own way.

Scorpios operate on three levels of soul evolvement; adding up to three distinctively different types of Scorpios. The first level is the Scorpion. This is the least evolved and most drawn toward using their powers the wrong way. The criminal element of Scorpio comes under this level. Then there is the eagle - the highflying, entrepreneurial, successful Scorpio, who seems able to rise above adversity and transform bad-times into good. Then the highest expression of this sign is the Phoenix Resurrected. These Scorpios are detached and extremely powerful. They are wise beyond their years and act as leaders and are an inspiration to others. Quite frequently a Scorpio goes through the three levels of evolvement in one lifetime - but the levels can operate out of sequence. (hide spoiler)]

○ Appearance:
➸Hair: Brown ombre, that tumbles past her shoulders to her mid chest and back
➸Eyes: Incredibly bright, sparkling blue eyes
➸Height: Five foot four inches
➸Weight: Approximately one-hundred pounds

● Style: (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]

Personality: Blue has always been quite a wild and reckless soul, even these days with the apocalypse she still runs hell around the town, she's had her few close calls but she's made it, only just on a few occasions. She's quite fond of male company when she can get it, she prefers just a good time with no strings attached, she has never allowed herself to get emotionally involved with someone since she watched her boyfriend be bitten which resulted in her shooting him in the head. She's quite an authoritative figure, she expects people to listen to her, since she's so young and has survived this long on her own she believes she knows a thing or town about survival.

History: Blue lived a reasonably normal life, she was the rebellious teenager with the equally rebellious boyfriend, with the perfect suburban parents and elder sister, who surprisingly slipped up on her twenty-first birthday to reveal she was pregnant, no one knew who the father was and nine months down the line came alone little Noah, then came the apocalypse, first it was the parents to go, but somehow Blue, Kaleb, Ruby and Noah escaped without murdering the one proud parents, soon afterwards it was Ruby who was infected, but before she was consumed Noah was entrusted into Blue and Kaleb's care, but not before Blue fufilled her sisters wishes with a bullet to the brain. Then came the fall of Kaleb, who ended in near enough the same fashion, soon enough a van came, a herd of people escaping from town with just one space, for a child, without a seconds thought Azure handed over Noah, entrusting him to the arms of a stranger, it was the best change the child had, and since then she's travelled alone.

Areas of strength: Stealth, shooting accuracy, Zombie knowledge

Weaknesses: Wild, reckless, short-tempered

Relationships:
♚ Marcus James Zachary | Father | Deceased
♛ Lousia Jane Phelps Zachary | Mother | Deceased
♛ Ruby Harriet Zachary | Sister | Deceased
♚ Noah Dean Zachary | Nephew | Location unknown
♚ Kaleb William Dixon | Boyfriend | Deceased

Weapons: Bow and Arrows, Glock 22, hunting knife

Place of residence: Roamer, not official residence

[Emily]

Name: Jacqueline Ross

Age: 19

Gender: F

Appearance: http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MhhlezJBbkM...

Hair color: Black

Eye color: Olive green

Height: 5'7"

Style: edgy, but simple. Skinny jeans, black tank tops, combat boots, leather jacket.

Personality: Jacqueline used to be a sweet, shy girl, but that was all destroyed when the meteor hit. After the meteor killed off the world, she became a strong willed, independent, kick ass girl. She follows her own rules and does what she thinks is right. I'm not saying that she's a solo act, she just doesn't like people pushing her around. She is smart, both book and street, and can be very mysterious. She is passionate about what she does and is determined to fight. She protects those who are close to her and is fiercely loyal. She doesn't trust easily anymore, but when she does come around, she will never leave you hanging.

History: She had a family just like everyone else. She had a mom, a dad, and a little brother, Riley. She had a dog named bear and lived in a cozy home in a friendly neighborhood. She had a best friend among her group of other friends. At school she was involved in volunteer groups and charity events. When the meteor hit, she and her family were driving home from a school event. The car flipped, smashed into other cars, and finally landed upside down. When Jacqueline woke up, she was still in the car, but it was dark outside. forced her way out and saw what had happened. Then she went to check on her family. They were all dead. Then she searched the other cars, but there were no survivors.

Areas of strength: Jacqueline is very skilled with throwing stars, can mend most injuries, light on her feet, quick thinker

Weaknesses: talking/thinking about her family, accepting friends/ trusting people

Relationships: none

Weapons: Throwing stars and a dagger

Place of residence: She doesn't like staying in one place for too long, so she moves around a lot.

Other:

[Emily]

Name: Hayden Bennett

Age: 18

Gender: M

Appearance: http://images.tvrage.com/people/73/21...

Hair color: dirty blonde

Eye color: hazel

Height: 5'10"

Style: jeans and t-shirts

Personality: Hayden is your typical pretty boy. He acts like living your life isn't important. He molded himself into something that others wanted: A guy who always wanted to have a good time and take the easy way out. A guy who was good at sports and dating cheerleaders. A guy who kept his real feelings and opinions quiet. Underneath his fake exterior though, Hayden is intelligent, brave, and strong and it took until the meteor for him to realize that. Even though most of his life was fake, he has always been a genuine friend. He's supportive, loyal, and easygoing.

History: Hayden's dad left when he was only five so Hayden has lived with his mother for his whole life. Although he was a total fraud at school, at home he was his true self. He had a strong relationship with his mom and was very close to her. At school he participated in soccer, baseball, and lacrosse. Lacrosse being his favorite.

Areas of strength: Hand to hand combat, lacrosse/athletic stuff (strength, speed, etc), supportive

Weaknesses: Seeing blood, he's easily put down, has a tiny temper

Relationships: none

Weapons: hand gun and a knife

Place of residence: nowhere now

Other:

[•Natalie Sohinki• ~Right Now, I wish you were here with Me~]

Name: Andrea

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Appearance: http://www.themarysue.com/wp-content/...
http://0.tqn.com/d/horror/1/0/E/i/0/-...

Hair color: Blonde

Eye color: Blue

Height: 5'8

Style: Tanks, cargo pants or jeans, boots

Personality (At least three sentences):Andrea has to get things done. She knows her way around a gun and isn't one to mess around when the Walkers attack. She is also quite friendly in the downtimes and is quite likeable

History (At least three sentences): Andrea was born and raised in Pennsylvania. She had a job as a veterinarian and was about to be promoted when she was called into her bosses office and he tried biting her. Thank god she always has a gun in her pocket, and she helped everyone not infected as much as possible. She lost every one of them, then met up with these people.

Areas of strength: Pistols and shotguns, melee attacks, finding weaknesses in the Walkers

Weaknesses: Children, fire

Relationships: Single.

Weapons: (view spoiler)[http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:AN...
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Place of residence: Pennsylvania

Other: None

[Panda]

Name: Amy Falloff

Age: 18

Gender: F

Appearance: (http://www.short-haircut.com/wp-conte...)

Hair color: Dark Brown

Eye color: Brown

Height: 5"11

Style: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=87...

Has belts for supplies

Personality (At least three sentences): Is organized and demanding. She never cries and is funny at some points. She is also very cautious on both herself and others. Nice but does not give second chances!

History (At least three sentences): Her farther worked in a lab and studied zombies. When little she was bit but her dad fired a bullet at her bite mark that had the cure inside. She was found in a locked down room.

Areas of strength: Skilled In stealth, hand-weapons, and survival

Weaknesses: Getting over something, being bullied.

Relationships: Single but is finding a love

Weapons: Ax, El Diablo(sniper scope on pistol), shiv

Place of residence:

Other: Has a bullet wound on her shoulder from being shot when littler, bullet had cure materials that is unstable but makes her immune

[ThePsychopath∞]

Birth Name : Dean Snow

Dean - Named after a family relative
Snow - His fathers second name, his family name

He hated the name 'Dean' so he soon changed it to Jon named after a character he liked from a Tv series. He loves the name.

Legal name : Jon Snow

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Appearance: http://awoiaf.westeros.org/images/thu...

Hair colour: Black

Eye colour: Brown

Height: 6'1

Style: Jeans and a shirt of a rock band he likes (Linkin Park)

Personality (At least three sentences): Jon is a loyal person who cares for friends. He finds it hard to trust people and if someone insults him or his friends he will go crazy with them. Being a friendly and loyal person, he finds friends easily but he still finds it hard to trust.

History (At least three sentences): Jon was born into an average family and schooled in a good public school. He got into a lot of fights due to his temper but won most of them being a good fighter. When he was 16 he joined the armed forces for 3 years before dropping out at 20 and returning home. When the apocalypse broke out he couldn't get into contact with any friends or family. Since then he has just been building up his selection of guns and looking for food.

Areas of strength:

+ He is trained with guns
+ He is a loyal person
+ He is a good leader

Weaknesses:

- Has one hell of a temper
- Can get into a lot of fights
- Does not trust people very easily (Can be a good thing)

Relationships: Open

Weapons:

Decorated steel sword he calls 'Defiant'.
Mk17 Agog (He has plenty of ammo seeing as it is often used in the Military)
M1911 Silenced (Yet again it's a standard handgun)

Place of residence: Moving from place to place

Other: TBA

[sucre'd fiend]

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{Part I}



【 I'm 】 lost in the world
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Missouri Tallulah Alma Celeste
『 〓 』• Pronounced | Miz-ore-ree | T(a)-llu-lah | A(h)l-Ma(h) | Cel(e)-ste |
• Missouri is not actually her first name. It's more of an alias she likes to go by. She didn't much like her first name, which is Tallulah. She truly doesn't like this name, and if you were to call her by it, she either doesn't respond or you end up with a black eye. The name Missouri originates from the state, which in turn originates from Sioux Indians of the state called the Missouris. The Smithsonian Bureau of American Ethnology states that Missouri means town of the large canoes. Other authorities say the original Indian syllables (from which the word came) mean wooden canoe people, he of the big canoe, or river of the big canoes. If you catch her drift, she likes a big canoe. Tallulah as a girl's name is of Native American Indian origin, and the meaning of Tallulah is "leaping water". Related to the Choctaw word for water, "oka". The Choctaws lived near the Tallulah waterfall, which derives its name from the Hitchiti (Creek) Indian word for "town". The name also possibly derives from a Gaelic name meaning "fruitful woman". Actress Tallulah Bankhead (20th century), was raised in theAmerican South not far from Georgia's Tallulah Falls. The name had been in her family for a while, and she was named after her paternal grandmother.
• Alma is of Latin, Italian, Hebrew and Arabic origin, and the meaning of Alma is "nourishing, kind; soul; young woman; learned". Modern name. Also the name of a river in the Crimea where the famous 19th-century Battle of Alma was fought. "Alma mater" is the term for a college or university, meaning "fostering mother". American vamp of the silent screen, Alma Bennett; composer's wife Alma Mahler.
• Celeste, despite how odd it is, is indeed a surname. It is of Latin origin, and the meaning of Celeste is "heavenly". Anglicized form of Céleste (French), from Latin Caelestis, a popular name among early Christians. The masculine form Celestin was the name of five popes, the first one in AD 422. The name may be associated with Queen Celeste, wife of Jean and Laurent de Brunhoff's children's book character Babar, the Elephant. Actress Celeste Holm; castingagent Celestia Fox.





Age: That's a question worthy of death. Last words? [Eighteen, nearly Nineteen]
Blood Type: AB Rh Negative [The rarest]
Gender: "Hell hath no fury like a woman unchained"
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Derived from the chromosome 
┗━━━━━━━━━┛『xx』
⊱ Born in New Orleans, Louisiana
⊱ Nationalitie(s) are American, Armenian
⊱ Ethnical background includes; Creole, Armenian, Dutch
Sexuality: Ambisexual
Relationship Status: Single
⊱ Zodiacal symbol: Ox ➠
The Ox sign, first and foremost, is the most dependable of all the Chinese zodiac signs. The Ox person will instinctively shoulder the load in any of their relationships whether it be for love, family or friends. Most people would think that this is an unfair burden to bear, however, the Ox gets enjoyment and satisfaction out of the weight it bears. Once the Ox sets its sights on a specific course of action, it would be next to impossible to make the Ox waver from its set path. However, the great determination of the Ox can turn into down right stubborness when they choose the wrong course of action. From outward appearances it may seem like the Ox is the calm and not career driven. Do not be fooled, as the Ox can be as ambitious as other of the Chinese Zodiac signs. For the Ox to find its full potential it needs to be in a familiar and supportive environment. There it can find the happiness seeks for others and more importantly itself.
⊱ Zodiacal symbol: ♉ ➠ Taurus ➠
Like the animal that represents them, is all about strength, stamina and will. Stubborn by nature, the Taurus will stand his/her ground to the bitter end (sometimes even irrationally so). But that's okay because the Taurus is also a loving, sympathetic and appreciative sign. The Taurus is very understanding and when we need someone to unburden ourselves to, we often share our deepest fears with the Taureans of the zodiac. Taureans are very patient, practical and efficient, they are excellent in matters of business and are also wonderful instructors/teachers. Although initially they may have their own best interest at heart, they are ultimately & endlessly generous with their time, possessions and love. 

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▐ Marking(s): She has a few cigarette burns that occurred from her lack of an ash tray. She wasn't going to just drop it and get blamed for arson again. She does often have light bruising around the neck area. What the cause of it is, is unknown.
▐ Tattoo(s): She has plenty of them. The photos should be of help in identifying the few that are visible, and she doesn't show off the rest that aren't.


|| ♛ || How does one describe this creature here before you? Unfortunately, the female specimen presented has changed drastically from the expected physical outcome. There have been a number of outside influences that can explain what happened, but it's better not to address them at this time. The one truly pressing matter is if most of her is a product of complacent self-destruction or adolescent defiance. It could be both, but the possibility of a singular cause cannot be ruled out in this instance.

Tallulah, ahem, Missouri is quite the tall specimen. Gracing the world with a height of six foot six, she tips most conceived height ranges. This height could be derived from her mother, who was actually slightly taller than her father. Other influences would suggest a good ingestion of calcium that allowed for optimum growth. Miss weighs in at around a hundred forty-five pounds, a sufficient amount of it being muscle weight. Had she not been involved in any form of exercise, be it running from the cops or running to a base, she most likely would be slightly heavier than she is now. The most noticeable muscle mass would be located at her calves. They are impeccably toned, and she's quite proud of the fact. Slender and narrowed shouldered, Miss has an effect on most participants of the opposing gender seem to like. She could attributed this beauty to her father, before his looks deteriorated with poor care of his body. Her face is rather ovoid in shape, but that doesn't dim the attractive natural of it. Obviously, there a neck between her head and shoulders. It's quite slender, as well. There is usually bruising there, but always faint.

What had once been long tendrils of raven black hair has been chopped off so often that it can't be seen as it once was. Well, save the time that Miss decides to let part of it grow out longer than past her chin. A good deal of the time, it stops at her ear on the right side, whilst the left side is shaved down. Her hair had also once been entirely black, close to pitch black or the illusion of night before the break of the moon through the clouds. Now, most of it is a dyed blonde, with the black seen only on the shaved part of her head. Her face, as explained above, is still a visage of beauty despite the ovoid shape of it. Her complexion is that of a ivory, maybe tainted more with the constant sun of New Orleans. This makes her lips blend slightly with her face, as they are a peachy hue that is usually never covered with anything other than Blistex. They have a pouty disposition to them, and give off the hints of promiscuity. Her oculars are probably the most deceiving part of her being. Heterochromatic in coloring, they exhibit a shared collection of pigmentations. For the most part, the more dominant coloring could be stated as a hazel brown, but only in certain lightings. So, speaking generally, her irises are a swirl of pale green, hazy gold, turbulent blues, and a hazel brown. In the lighter perspective, her eyes are more so brown or green, green being if she turns her head away from the light. In the dark setting and mood of a moment, her oculars would display either a hazy gold or stormy blue, blue being if she were to again turn away from the light.

The last thing to work on when describing this female is her voice. It has a husky sound to it, the more appealing kind of husky that is more commonly exhibit in the gender counterpart and widely sought out. It holds a low soprano, high alto octave. It's similar to the tinkling of little metal objects together, if not more pleasant. If she were exhibit any form of rage, it deepens exponentially into a feral and harsh sound as opposed to the previously pleasant one. Should she be delighted, which happens rarely these days unless she's successfully caused trouble, her voice hitches ever so slightly. The change isn't very noticeable unless you've been listening to her for a while.


Hair Color: Her hair had also once been entirely black, close to pitch black or the illusion of night before the break of the moon through the clouds. Now, most of it is a dyed blonde, with the black seen only on the shaved part of her head.
Eye Color: Heterochromatic in coloring, they exhibit a shared collection of pigmentations. For the most part, the more dominant coloring could be stated as a hazel brown, but only in certain lightings. So, speaking generally, her irises are a swirl of pale green, hazy gold, turbulent blues, and a hazel brown. In the lighter perspective, her eyes are more so brown or green, green being if she turns her head away from the light. In the dark setting and mood of a moment, her oculars would display either a hazy gold or stormy blue, blue being if she were to again turn away from the light.
Height: Gracing the world with a height of six foot six, she tips most conceived height ranges. This height could be derived from her mother, who was actually slightly taller than her father.
Weight: Miss weighs in at around a hundred forty-five pounds, a sufficient amount of it being muscle weight. Had she not been involved in any form of exercise, be it running from the cops or running to a base, she most likely would be slightly heavier than she is now.



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❝Bout to go HAM; let these snitches know who I am ❞

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[sucre'd fiend]

{Part II}

×◞ ⇡ PᴀsT ᴀɴᴅ PʀᴇsᴇɴT
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One would say that Tallulah Alma Celeste's home life was not quite the best that it could be. With a narcotic addicted mother and alcoholic father, you'd suspect that Tallulah would try to be better than them. No, the opposite happened in her case, and it was not the pretty sight widely seen in movies.

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The case file of Tallulah Alma Celeste is sad and unfortunate. Her record includes twelve counts of arson, suspected smuggling of exotic animals numbering around a dozen, thirty counts of assault, and fifty-four counts of possession of narcotics and alcohol. She has quite recently been convicted of the murder of sixteen of her fellow classmates. She has said nothing of her involvements, and pleaded guilty. She is being sent to an out of state-maximum security prison.

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Before she had her start to the life of crime at the ripe old age of fourteen, Tallulah lived in a abusive household. Her father never kept a steady job, and her mother was very sickly. Of course, that could have been turned to the drugs that she was so very addicted to. Her parents had once been very privileged, but had quickly eaten through the inheritance given to Tallulah's father and piled up on gambling debts.

The obvious outcome was them resorting to their respective "anti-depressants", which varied from narcotics and alcohol. Her father's favorite "anti-depressant" involved a range of sexual abuse, most commonly leading to Tallulah lashing out at those around her. Not her father, though. To do so would result in a worse punishment than what he was already doing to her.

She had a particular love of sports that has deteriorated over the past few years. She, however, still holds on to it.

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Trait One: Rude, Loud, and Obscene
Trait Two: Trouble-making and Fun-Loving
Trait Three: Logical
Trait Four: Confrontational
Trait Five: Deceptive


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❝ Kush rolled, glass full; I prefer the better things ❞

Missouri is indeed quite the rude girl. She tends to make a lot of ruckus when she's not sleeping, especially in tense situations. She's not the kind of person to make friend easily because of this trait, and she is more than satisfied with that fact. To be her friend is to be her partner in crime, and you don't want any of that mess. She does obscene things, usually exposing parts of her body or drawing phallic things over areas of wall. She also has a tendency to every expletive under the sun when she speaks with certain people. It's not an attractive quality in the opinion of some guys that's she's known. But, she, in fact, doesn't quite care what others think.

Tallulah, er, Missouri has a tendency to cause trouble wherever she goes. It's not putting it lightly when she starts some sort of mess in her free time, but it's not usually to be mean. Most of the time, they're harmless pranks. When she gets out of hand, however, the authorities need to be contacted and sometimes people have to rushed to the nearest hospital. All Tallulah really wants is to have fun. You'd be understating the obvious if you said that she was the life of the party. She is the party. People look to her for a good time, and she is content with that.

Despite the initial impression, Missouri is really quite logical. She knows how to get to a conclusion through logic, and it has to be where most of her intelligence is displayed, other than in her elaborate scheming when it's time for some trouble to be had. She actually rarely has these moments of logical evaluation that she would like to show off, as it breaks her reputation of being a dunder-headed trouble-maker. Though, she doesn't enjoy the image, it gets her enough street cred to do just about anything.

Obviously, Missouri is a confrontational being. She's always ready to kick ass, and send a few people to the hospital-- or maybe even the morgue if they're not lucky. She knows how to really cause a problem, and is very easily offended. She also has a high rate of envy that results in conflicts. No matter what it is, she's likely to start a fight for it, and is best treaded carefully around. This increases exponentially when she is angered, which can happen quite often. Should she become angry, it's best not to expose her to alcohol or narcotics, as she becomes even more violent and dangerous/

Missouri can lie as easily as she can breathe. It's very useful, and she's believe a good deal of the time. She can make even some of the most outrageous stories seem real, because the trick is all in the tone of voice and your outer appearance. Her lies are what has kept a good deal of her crimes under wraps, save the ones that had eye witnesses and when she's lost her temper. It's almost second nature to her to lie, as well, and the truth is harder to come by with her. It takes a lot of work, or you'd have to had known her at some point before where the lies originates.

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❝ You might be the king, but watch the queen conquer ❞

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◜｡ ░ ♔ ━━ INDULGENCES ˟ ˟」

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◜ █ ♔ Smoking; good stuff right there
◜ █ ♔ Drinking; even better
◜ █ ♔ Rap Music
◜ █ ♔ Rapping; freestyle
◜ █ ♔ Church; surprisingly enough
◜ █ ♔ Fluffy things; a secret to take to the grave
◜ █ ♔ Roses; cliché but true
◜ █ ♔ Butterscotches
◜ █ ♔ Baseball
◜ █ ♔ Track
◜ █ ♔ Parties

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◜ █ ♔ Authority; keep me from doing what I do
◜ █ ♔ Parole Officers; damn buttholes keeping locked up
◜ █ ♔ Needles
◜ █ ♔ Hospitals
◜ █ ♔ Buzz-kills
◜ █ ♔ Sour Things
◜ █ ♔ Wusses; put in different terms
◜ █ ♔ Being Sober
◜ █ ♔ Boredom


❝ HOBBIES ♔ ! 　♥²

↯ ▍Causing Trouble
↯ ▍Drinking
↯ ▍Smoking
↯ ▍Playing Baseball
↯ ▍ Running Track
↯ ▍Breaking the Law



[Weapons] Whatever she can find, but she likes to use mallets and scythes

[Strengths]
~ Speed
~ Strength

[Companions] Alavendre Furey

[sucre'd fiend]

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{Part Un}



【 There 】can be no good without evil
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Nothing is permanent in this wicked world, not even our troubles.


Alavendre Caephas Furey
『 〓 』• Pronounced | Ah-lee-VEHN-dre | CEE-fahs | Few-RE | 
• Alavendre's name is a mixture of several. Passed down in the family for some time, they've gotten the names mixed up, and have been unable to say much of how the name came into being. He's a little curious about this, but he doesn't have any real interest in knowing.
• Caephas was the Aramaic name of one of the Twelve disciples in Christianity. The name means "the rock", so one would assume it to be someone of great importance. The name was given to Alavendre because of his being the only son of the family.
• Furey is a French surname. Not much research is needed for this, and Alavendre just doesn't care.

Alven
{Ahl-VEHN}
Dre, Alli
Alavendre is completely fine with having his name shortened, it's just the matter of how you would go about doing it that concerns him.





Age:  21 {Twenty-One; Twenty-and-One}; March 17
Blood Type: O Rh Positive [Universal Donor]
Gender: *looks into underwear* "I think I'm a guy, unless you wish to interpret this as otherwise

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Derived from the chromosome 
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⊱Born in South Africa
⊱ Nationalities are French, South African
⊱ Ethnical background includes; French, South African, Dutch
Sexuality:  Pansexual
Relationship Status:  Single
⊱ Zodiacal symbol: Rabbit ➠
Occupying the 4th position in the Chinese Zodiac, the Rabbit symbolizes such character traits as creativity, compassion, and sensitivity. Rabbits are friendly, outgoing and prefer the company of others. They also prefer to avoid conflict. In confrontational situations, Rabbits approach calmly and with consideration for the other party. Rabbits believe strongly in friends and family and lacking such bonds can lead to emotional issues. Their serene nature keeps Rabbits from becoming visibly upset. Because they’re serene animals, Rabbits are easily taken advantage of. Their sensitive nature makes them shy away from aggressive or competitive situations. They’re overall conservative and not interested in taking risks. Classy, sophisticated, expressive, well-mannered and stylish, those born under the Sign of the Rabbit enjoy leaning about cultural issues and learning about people from other countries. Rabbits are most comfortable being home, and their homes are always neat and organized. Home is also where Rabbits prefer to entertain. Rabbits are conservative in their decorating tastes.
⊱ Zodiacal symbol: ➠ ➠ He doesn't care to look that far into his life.
A: PPARITIONAL APPEARANCE
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▐ Physique (view spoiler)[


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▐ Clothing Style : As far as outrageous styles go, Alven's is pretty tame. He likes to sport just about anything with plumage or furs. There's also the matter of what century his clothes look like they're from. He's all about the old school when he dresses, so suspenders are in there somewhere. He's still a really big fan of feathers, though and it's probably all that you'll see
▐ Marking(s): Other than his scar, the more distinctive marking that he has left his is hair. It's unusual to see such a mix of color, and he isn't much in favor of the style. The shaved part of his head also contrasts with the longer strands of raven black, chestnut brown, and platinum blonde hair.

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Alven is of average height, somewhere in the middle of five feet. He weighs in at around a hundred forty-five, most of which is a bit of muscle weight. He's not lanky, but muscled enough to suffice for his line of work. He has long limbs, but they are still proportional with the rest of his body. His shoulders are broad and wide, but not of the average male width. They're slightly slender and feminine, but he doesn't much care for it. His complexion is fair, with his face dotted with a few freckles.

His hair is a rogue sort of hue, with little strands of blonde and brown mixed in. It's an odd trait that comes from his mother's side of the family. His eyes are a hazel brown, but look like a honey brown hue when the light hits them to be brighter as opposed to the stormy gray when a darker angle is cast on them. He has a scar on his left cheek from a rabid cat he once had to subdue.

When listening to Alven, you might notice how softly he speaks and just how deep his voice is. It's not scary deep, but he is a baritone. It's a comforting sound to the ears, like velvet or satin on the fingers. He has just the slight intonations of an accent, which is a curious combination of both French and South African. He doesn't speak to other often, so being able to hear his voice is rare. Alven has a slow slur to his words, not much in the drunken sense though. He got it from his mother, who got a speech impediment from her father. He's quite sure that there isn't anything to help it, and is very much so irritated by that fact. If anyone was to really ask him, he would say that they should find something better to do with their time.

However, there can be changes to his voice with his mod. If angered, it becomes a harsher, more feral tone that could intimidate just about anyone. He's often angered, so when he does miraculously speak, it's not the comforting sound it should be.
Hair Color:  His hair is a rogue sort of hue, with little strands of blonde and brown mixed in. It's an odd trait that comes from his mother's side of the family.
Eye Color:  His eyes are a hazel brown, but look like a honey brown hue when the light hits them to be brighter as opposed to the stormy gray when a darker angle is cast on them.
Height:  Alven is of average height, somewhere in the middle of five feet.
Weight:  He weighs in at around a hundred forty-five, most of which is a bit of muscle weight.


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❝ I saw the blood on the leaves❞

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Alven's parents had always been fighting, long before the birth of any of their children. Each was too stubborn to give up on the failing relationship, so they continued on as if nothing was wrong with the current situation they had put themselves into. This complacence was followed by the birth of twins. It was the perfect stalemate for the both of them, one having wanted a girl and the other a boy. They got both in one go, and were content.
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Alven grew up in the slow beginnings of a tempestuous home life. Albeit he was rather privileged, this didn't come without the qualms of spousal abuse and exploiting the instincts derived from having children.

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[The road less traveled]

I don't think my parents cared that they were ruining the lives of their children.

They greatly enjoyed watching the other one squirm when they broke my arm when I was nine. I'd wanted to play baseball, and my father complied. I should have known what he was going to do. The look in his eyes should have been warning enough.

He took me out to the field. He said it would be fun, and that I would enjoy it. Being a stupid nine year old kid, I believed him. They took Alexandria with us, and at the time Mother was still pregnant with Aisha. Father didn't want her staying behind, and Mother didn't want to be left behind. It was one of those rare times that they actually agreed on something without it being a front.

After a few hours of playing, I grew bored with this sport. It wasn't what I wanted to do anymore. So, Father stared at me for a while and grabbed my arm with a sigh. He then looked over at Mother pointedly, and she just sent him another look that seemed to challenge him to do whatever he thought of doing.

"You see what you've done," he started, "All this babying has made him weak. He can't even hold an interest in a sport for more than a few hours."

One minute he was going on a tangent, and the next I felt pain. Excruciating pain coming from my arm. When I looked, all I could was stare numbly at the clear fragment of bone sticking out of my arm. Alex screamed, nearly cried her eyes out. She turned away into my mother, who didn't seem to be reacting at all. In fact, she looked more like she had something in mind to do. And that something was going to make everything worse.

This wasn't the first or the last time my parents had ever done something like this to us. After a while, you get used to it, and hold on to what you can.
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[Cry Me a River]

Among the many things that interested me, I liked small things. Small animals, children- anything small is a yes in my book.

When I turned twelve, Mother bought me a pet. It was tiny little chick. I named him Geno, and took god care of him. Alex received a matching chick, and she named her Olly. I thought that this gift was meant to be a reconciliation from Mother after she'd given me a concussion a week earlier. Beforehand, she had been saying things that seemed foreboding, but I was too gone in the medication she gave me to notice.

One evening after I returned from schooling, I found Geno's cage empty. Olly wasn't in hers either (I'd been given chief care duties the night before because Alex had been the victim of Father's turn at the game was currently locked in a coma that would later end a few weeks from then), and that's when I began to panic. The call of dinner wasn't a comforting sound, but I came down to eat no less.

What greeted me at the table was a spectacular platter of food, one I knew Mother hadn't taken part in to prepare. She made sure I was seated at the table and began to ask the usual questions that came with her façade of mothering.

"How was your day," she asked.

"Fine," I said, and I could tell she knew something was wrong. I was still fooled by the illusion of her love and didn't want to disappoint her or ruin her evening with the news of the missing chicks.

"What's wrong," she questioned after a couple bites of her meal. I couldn't tell what the meat was as I stuffed my face to avoid answering. I wasn't able to do so, and gave in.

"Olly and Geno are missing," I blurted, worry laying on thick in my tone. Mother's curious expression turned into that of satisfaction, forcing her beautiful features into a painfully more beautiful form.

"I know," was all she said before she returned to her meal. I was unable to continue eating, but did so in hopes of appeasing her. Father, at the other end of the table, looked enraged. Like he'd been one upped from putting his oldest daughter in a coma. Aisha, at my left, was still wearing an eye patch from Mother temporarily blinding her. She was only three at the time.

It sunk in how Mother knew when I tasted the meat for the first time since dinner started. Chicken. The sweet, familiarly seasoned

[sucre'd fiend]

{Part Duex}

taste stuck to my tongue. We hadn't eaten it since we'd gotten the chicks, and I'd always wondered why.
I didn't cry then, just stood and went to tell my currently comatose twin what had happened.

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[Loved and Lost]

I ran away one year.

It was the year I turned sixteen. I didn't want to stay in that house with my parents. Their game had gone from simple tortures to a living hell. They'd do anything to hurt the other, even if it meant damaging us greatly. Mother loved going to the tailor and forcing me in dresses. Father would partake and later make me do things I didn't even think was meant to be happening in a family.

And it was only to hurt the other person. So, I ran. Alex had found her escape in a boarding school only hours before I made mine. Aisha would be stuck with our parental units for the time being, until I figured out a good way to get her out, too.

When I ran, I went to the one place my parents never thought I'd be. Going through the subways that night was probably one of the best decisions I have ever made. Why? Because I met her there. Stumbling out to the dirty, dingy street looking like I'd run a marathon, I staggered around. It was dark, but the streets were full of people. I found it odd that humans could be out like this, and yet still feel comfortable. I let myself get swept away until I saw her in a store window.

Yes, her.

My Maggie.

She was, well, stunning and I wanted to experience her. She was among the interests, a small creature. I somehow caught her attention (I was later told that someone had pointed me out) and I actually got to meet her. What we did with the time I was there those countless nights before I had to go back was our business. I didn't enjoy having to leave her, but it had to be that way.

But, before something could really start, they took her from me. They did something terrible to her, and I never saw her when I came back to the city a month after I left.

I found her body in the garden when I returned, wrapped in a bow like a gift.

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[Priorities have been set straight]

I know what I want with my life, what I want to do. I know who I want. I will always want her, and no one is taking her from me. Not without me doing something insane first. This plague going on, isn't going to stop me from loving her, even if I know she's gone, or if I'm gone.

*chuckles*

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◜｡ ░ Nikolai Furey: Alven's father. He is currently separated from his wife Anita. The two of them are having a "civil" dispute through their children. He's in the lead, so to speak.
◜｡ ░ Anita Furey: Alven's mother. She is separated from her husband Nikolai, and is currently losing their small game of "who ruins their children's lives more".
◜｡ ░ Alexandria Furey: Alven's twin sister. The two of them are the most focused on by their parents in their fun little game, and have been coming up with ideas to end it permanently.
◜｡ ░ Aisha Furey: Alven's second youngest sister. She disappeared during the start of the plague and hasn't come back, mostly because she was sick of being tormented by her parents.
◜｡ ░ Mariette Furey: Alven's youngest sister. He's most attached her, besides his twin, and has the tendency to get rather protective with her. She, however, is quite independent and is the less focused on child of the game

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Trait One Quiet and Reserved
Trait Two Slightly Cruel
Trait Three Confused at all times
Trait Four Obsessive and Possessive
Trait Five Compulsive
Trait Six Polite and Well Mannered
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❝ There once was a collector, of strange things there could be❞

Alven is the quiet sort of person that people would mistake to be shy. He isn't, really, but does prefer to be alone. An introvert, as he would say. A rather reserved young man, he likes to take in his surroundings with a quiet ease that can come off in an entirely different way than how he intends. When situations such as these arise, he develops an awkwardness that can't be fixed, and there's usually no turning back from the mess he's created.

Cruelty is not something that is unknown to most, but not a lot of people would say that they are cruel or notice. Alven, however, knows fully how cruel he can be, and doesn't really care. There are times when it's out of control cruelty, mostly emotional at that. And that's where the double-edged of cruelty comes into play. With just as much mental pain he's inflicting on others, it comes back to bite him in the butt. He can't explain why he suddenly shows a bit of care to what he's done after the fact, but he's usually confused, so there isn't much that can be done about that.

Like a fresh new life awaiting the excitement of learning, Alven is usually always confused. It's always written on his expression of just how puzzled he is by something. It's nothing to do with his cognitive abilities, but more so how deeply he looks into things. He doesn't like to see concepts that are simple, and will turn them into something more complex or significant than what they really are. In fact, he would do much to turn a simple letter into a complex symbol for something else entirely. It may just be his imagination working in over time, or he's just a little round-about in his thinking.

You can't get Alven hooked on something. The consequences would include the creation of something for him to obsess over. Be it something little like a show of affection, the subject will in turn have a "fan" to stalk them down. It's more so the far away kind, however, and doesn't take some seriously dangerous turns. At any rate, Alven can become very possessive of what he tends to obsess over. In his mind, he sees that only he can have it. And if someone were to try and take whatever it is away from him, the results could be less than favorable.

Alven can be very compulsive. Should there be a need in him to do something, he'll do it. Thankfully, none of these "needs" have become homicidal or self destructive. Should they become so, both parties wouldn't end up with happy results. His compulsiveness is probably the only thing that gets him out and about in the morning, especially when he runs out of something important in his home. He usually takes to sending someone else or ordering ahead of time, but there are those times when he can be both lazy and productive.

As far as gentlemen go, Alven has to be one of them, when he's not being incredibly cruel. He was taught to be courteous and polite, and he lives that out through his life. There's also the thinking that if he's polite to others, it'll reflect on them and then they send it out to others. Like a domino affect, he wants to change the way people interact. He makes sure to abide by all etiquette, no matter how painstakingly tedious they can be.

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◜ █ ♔ Small Things
◜ █ ♔ Warm Tea
◜ █ ♔ Sweets
◜ █ ♔ Cold Weather
◜ █ ♔ Storms
◜ █ ♔ Sisters
◜ █ ♔ Objects of his obsessions
◜ █ ♔ Sleep

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◜ █ ♔ Sun
◜ █ ♔ Exercise
◜ █ ♔ Work
◜ █ ♔ Participation
◜ █ ♔ Obstructed obsessions
◜ █ ♔ Sisters
◜ █ ♔ His parents

❝ HOBBIES ♔ ! 　♥²

↯ ▍Stalking
↯ ▍ People Watching



[Weapons] An axe Missouri forced on him

[Strengths]
~Strength
~Observation

[Companions] "Missouri" Celeste

[ThePsychopath∞]

Name : He ditched his name long ago, he forgot it after he was knocked out and lost a lot of his memory He can barley remember anything that has happened. Only images in his head that he can't place.

Otherwise, he goes by the name 'Black'

Age : 29

Gender : Male

Appearance : (NO ANIME OR CARTOONS I WILL CUT YOU)

https://www.google.co.uk/search?safe=...

Hair color : As shown on the picture

Eye colour : Blue

Height : 5'9

Style :

He is wearing a plain black T-shirt with a jacket over it, it has no apparent design to it.

He has a set of Jeans that have been ripped a lot and has got a load of holes in it

Personality (At least three sentences) : Robb is a evil and treacherous person. He is deceitful and what many people will call a 'Bandit'. The only way you would get close to him without him shooting you is if you had something he wanted that he couldn't get if he shot you.

History (At least three sentences) : Although he doesn't remember anything, he still has a fair share of history for the apocalypse. He last remembers waking up in a semi fallen building, anything before that is blank. He remembered how to speak and stuff like that, but not of his own history. When he first woke up he knew something bad had happened. From then on he quickly learnt that bad, dead looking guys were not good, and neither was anyone with a gun. The only people he could bare to see were women, yet most of them were dead or dying. He shoots anyone he thinks can threaten him. For some reason, when he woke up, he had a load of medals around him, he didn't know why but he felt that there was something special about them so he carries them around in his bag. (He was an honoured war hero, he will need someone to tell him :P )

Areas of strength :

+ He is a good fighter
+ He is very good with guns, yet he doesn't seem to know why he is.
+ He is quite healthy

Weaknesses :

- He finds it hard to make friends
- He is most likely to shoot you when he sees you
- People don't trust him at all

Relationships : None

Weapons :

A steel machete
A little Glock handgun
He ha a M16A1 he uses with plenty of ammo

Place of residence :

He travels around

Other :

He is a bandit
TBA

[Holly, I'm a lonely soul in the land of broken hearts.]

Name: Hayden Casterolle

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Appearance:



Hayden has a manly looking appearance, all handsome angles and modest muscles. He's a looker, alright, but he'd never say that about himself. He doesn't pay mind to his appearance very much, and what fitness he does maintain he holds through working hard- and not at the gym. Hayden has a broad, stocky sort of figure, and a fit and tan body. He has a soft, kind looking face and a short beard to cover the bottom half. Hayden is an all-around good looking guy.

Hair color:
~Chocolate Brown~
Slightly shaggy cut.
Often sticks out at odd angles.

Eye color:
~Chocolate Brown, with flecks of gold and green~
Thick lashes.
Kind eyes.

Height:
5'6

Style:
Henley Teeshirts
Jeans
Plaid
Button-ups
Hoodies
Work boots


Personality:
Hayden is quiet. He likes to listen, to observe, rather than be the center of attention. Hayden finds himself pushed into the corner more often than not, but he's okay with that. Loving to learn and add to his knowledge, Hayden sees the world in a way most do not. He loves to improve himself, and his circumstances. Hayden works hard, says little, and loves a lot.
Hayden is a pacifist. He hates war. Which is why it makes it a little hard for him in zombie-land. He'd much rather be tucked away in a nook with a nice book and some hot tea instead of fighting for his very breath. But it goes, right?
Also, Hayden is a vegan, believes in growing his own food, and doesn't support large companies. Unless of course they believe in the same things he does.
Hayden is also strong. He stays still-footed in what he believes, and doesn't pretend to be anything he isn't for anyone else.
And as long as we're still on the subject, Hayden is passionate. About anything and everything he finds himself in. If he's into you- he's passionate about it. If he's into finding a cure for the face-eaters- he's passionate... Either way, he's pretty on board with what he's on board with.
The one thing that Hayden longs for is a family. He's plenty old enough now to settle down, have some kids. He hates being without his own family, and hopes to someday find that... If he doesn't die first.
I could go on, but... You know.

History:
Son of two very talented artists, Hayden was raised in a unique and interesting home, as a single child. His dad was barely ever around, always too interested in touring the world to be that invested in his wife or child. His mother, however, was very invested in Hayden and spent all of her time with him. What Hayden had of her was amazing, but it ended all too soon in his mind. She was one of the first to die when the zombies hit. Hayden was old enough to live on his own by then, but loosing her still took a toll on him. His father may or may not still be alive, but Hayden has no way to find out. And that's why he is now very alone.
He's just trying to live.

Areas of strength:
Hayden, like I said, is passionate. And very smart. Currently, he's trying to find a cure for his zombiefied friends, finding the idea of fixing them more appealing than killing them. Until then, of course, Hayden has managed to hold his own through cunning, luck, and maybe just a little bit of gunfire... Not that he's proud of it.

Weaknesses:
Hayden is soft. He doesn't like killing zombies, and you know that a moment of hesitation... Well, it probably won't end up well. Hayden also doesn't like to fight with real people, which usually means that he's the one sleeping in the back of an abandoned car with no food.

Relationships:
As of now, Hayden can honestly say he holds friendship with no one.

Weapons:
Two small guns he keeps in hidden holsters at his hips, and two daggers he likes to hide in his boots.
These are his own weapons, but he's beginning to learn to use anything he can get to.

Place of residence:
Abandoned apartments on the upper east side.

Other:
TBW

[[deleted user]]

Name: Jonah Rayne

Age: 21

Gender: male

Appearance:

Hair color: Jonah's hair is a light dirty blonde color, and unlike the picture, it hangs down around his shoulders since he has not found the time to cut it, nor has he the scissors to do it with.

Eye color: Jonah's eyes seem gray at first, but if you look closer, there are flecks of blue and green, giving it a more stormy appearance. When he is angry, they seem to get darker, the colors swirling together like a storm cloud.

Height: Jonah is fairly tall compared to the rest of his family, who usually dont get taller than 5'5" as an adult. He is 5'10" and seems to still be growing.

Style: Jonah's style, like his personality is when he's safe, is relaxed and laid back. He wears flannel shirts and slightly baggy jeans, converse shoes and camo hat. There are usually holes in the knees of his jeans, and his shoes look worn down and beaten up, but thats just how he likes it.

Personality: Jonah is usually a laid back, quiet sort of guy. He is loyal to those who deserve it, like his sister Scarlet, and would do anything to protect those he loves. Yeah, the apocalypse put a hard edge to him, but it did it to just about everyone, it was the only way to survive and be able to handle killing the zombies. It worries him though, that Scarlet is also becoming hardened, for she has grown a bit distant from him. He didn't realize it at first, but Scarlets cheery personality and optimism was what kept him going for so long.

History (At least three sentences): Jonah moved out of home at 17, leaving behind Scarlet who back then sobbed for two days straight about it. He moved up to New York and got a good job, moving into an apartment complex near his work. When the outbreak started, he immediantly tried to contact his parents, who breezily said that everything would be fine and he should stop worrying. They let him speak to Scarlet, and he gave her instructions on what to do if bad things happened, including where to find a glock he had hidden in his room(Which she had to use to kill their parents after they turned) and where his place in New York was at. He of course was expecting his parents to be with her when she made the journey, so he was more than surprised to see her on her own, backpack filled with ammo, guns in both hands and another two in the waistband of her pants, calmly shooting walkers that were chasing her as she made her way to his apartment. He threw down a rope ladder and pulled her up as soon as she grabbed on, hardly believing his eyes when he saw her, thin, starving, but alive. Since then, they have been side by side, surviving the walkers together.

Areas of strength:
~Patience- he is like a polar bear when it comes to some things, waiting for hours on end if he has to without getting antsy or anything
~Loyalty- he is loyal to those he loves and would never do anything to purposely betray them
~Balls of steel- he can be couragous about things, like gutting animals, which he got from having to help Scarlet with things she couldnt do herself
~Shot- He is a fairly good shot, but is best with long range like a shotgun
~Strength- Jonah is pretty strong, so he is also adept at using Baseball bats or axes or crowbars against walkers, putting enough force behind the swing to smash the skull to pieces.

Weaknesses:
~Scarlet- he would do anything to keep her safe
~His silence- since he rarely talks to anyone besides Scarlet, people don't tend to be around him
~Putting anyone he cares for in harms way, either intentionally or unintentionally

Relationships:
He has a sister named Scarlet

Weapons:
He has two semi-automatic Glock G21's, a Winchester M1897 shotgun, and a Browning A-5 semi-automatic shotgun

Place of residence: Hasn't settled down anywhere yet

Other:

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Name: Scarlet Rayne

Age: 12

Gender: female

Appearance:

Hair color: Scarlet has short shoulder length dirty blonde hair that she chopped short with a knife she found, so its not entirely even.

Eye color: Her eyes are a bright blue, with just a hint of gray to them to make them a little stormy.

Height: Scarlet is small for her age, maybe because she doesnt get to eat food that is needed for healthy growth. She doesnt look stunted, she's just small in general, around 4' in height.

Style: Scarlet just wears whatever she can find, but wouldnt be caught dead in dresses or skirts.

Personality (At least three sentences): Scarlet used to be a laid back, down to earth girl with a few quirks, like being overlly happy and hyper. But, after something happened, she became cold and distant, pushing away her feelings into a little box in her mind, basically becoming a cold blooded killer to survive. She knows it's worrying Jonah, but she couldn't bare seeing the look on his face if he found out why she had changed. She would rather him think its because of the zombies than have him discover the truth.

History (At least three sentences): Scarlet has had to grow up fast since the zombie apocalypse. Gone are the days when she used to live carefree at her parents house, playing in the backyard with the neighbors kids, pretending they were zombies and survivors. After the apocalypse, all she thought about was finding her brother, and she would stop at nothing to do it. Thanks to her father she knew how to use guns, and she adapted quickly to this new, deadly environment she used to play pretend with. Though she is young, she will fight side by side with her brother, and if he ever got bitten, then she would be the one to shoot him instead of let him become a zombie. She knows that he would do the same for her. Scarlet has lived with her brother since the apocalypse started. She originally lived with her parents Virginia and Duncan Rayne, but when the infection started, they got bitten and she was forced to shoot them to avoid being bitten. She ran terrified for almost a week through a town steadily increasing in walkers, finding guns on policemen who had died fighting off the walkers, and used them to protect herself while she searched for her brother. She was found by a group of people who were headed to New York City to find their family members, and they took her along with them, surprised that she had a mastery on how to fire guns and she wasnt as bothered as they expected her to be at having to shoot walkers from the ceiling window of the minivan to keep them from crashing. When they made it to New York, everyone tried to stay together for more protection as they searched for family, but a humongous group of walkers ended up seperating Scarlet from the others, and she thinks they are dead because as she ran away, the sound of gunshots rang out at first, then suddenly stopped. She raced through New york and found her brother holed up in an apartment complex, shooting any walkers that got too close. When he saw her, he threw down a rope ladder and as soon as she grabbed on, he pulled her up and embraced her, glad to see she was safe. He was upset about what had happened to their parents, and astonished about how she had survived while looking for him. They are together now, and he couldnt be happier about that.

Areas of strength:
~Dead Shot- Thanks to growing up around guns, her accuracy is dead on, and she rarely misses with a handgun. Anything bigger, and the kickback would knock her down, which is a dangerous thing to happen when fighting zombies.
~Loyalty- She is forever loyal to her brother Jonah, and she would do anything for him, even kill him if he was ever bitten by a zombie.

Weaknesses:
~Are you afraid of the dark?- Scarlet, still being a kid of course, is absolutely terrified of the dark. Of course, it doesnt help that some of the more threatening zombies are active at night.
~One is the lonliest number- She is terrified of being alone, though she doesnt like to show it.
~The Thunder booms and Lightning flashes- Scarlet is terrified of thunderstorms and clings to Jonah like a squirrel when they occur.
~My emotions are locked in Pandora's Box- Scarlet has started to keep her emotions locked up rather than let them show. It seems to be a strength, but in reality it is a weakness.

Relationships:
She has a brother named Jonah.

Weapons:
Scarlet has several guns that she collected on her journey to find Jonah. She has a Glock G21, Smith & Wesson .357, Kimber Stainless Raptor II, and Dan Wesson Commander Classic Bobtail.All are semi-automatic. She has a backpack that is stuffed with ammo.
Place of residence: Hasn't settled down anywhere yet

Other: She had to shoot her parents after they became walkers, and hasnt told Jonah about it, it gives her nightmares at night though. She found a half wolf/half dog while traveling through New York with Jonah and kept it, naming it Benji.

[Elizabeth]

Name: Robbin Yalama (Roby)

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Appearance:


Hair color: Dark chocolate brown

Eye color: Light brown

Height: 5'6

Style: Wears dark coloured jeans, baggy tank tops. Wears leather hand gloves and no make up. She likes wearing skate shoes more then anything else.

Personality: She likes keeping to herself, but she is not shy. She doesn't trust people easily. She has a bit of a grudge against zombies, for taking the most important person in her life away. She has a bad temper and she's slightly stubborn. Also, she can get jealous, but not easily.

History: It wasn't long ago that Roby lost her sister, Emma, to the zombies. She held Emma in her arms, Emma was being strong even though she was turning. Emma and Roby sung "their song", Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day, together one last time before Emma turned right in Roby's arms and she was forced to shoot her. Now Roby roams the streets of New York, getting her revenge on any zombie that comes near her. Shes lonely and in pain, but she likes it that way.

Areas of strength: Running, fighting hand to hand combat

Weaknesses: Emotions offten get in her way. She can only use a gun or swinging implement for combat because she has terrible aim.

Relationships: none

Weapons: a hand gun and a lead pipe

Place of residence: The streets and woods

Other: (I wrote a story about her, but I'm not gonna really relate any of this to the story)

[ArcaneSage]

Name: Elliot Brannon
Age: 18
Gender: Female

Appearance:

Hair color: Blond
Eye color: Grey
Height: 6 Foot

Style: Elliot currently wears: A dark-grey, long sleeve jacket jacket, made of leather with straps reaching from around her waist, to over her opposite shoulders, to carry a small bag to contain supplies. She also wears tight black pants, held with a small belt, that would reach her ankles is she didn't wear boots. Also her boots, these are also black and wrap around her foot and above her ankle, they're held tight by three straps, although her boots do not have heels like this picture:
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Elliot and her clothes are very flexible, this allows many different Fighting styles and defensive maneuvers.

Personality: Elliot is blunt, she does what she thinks is needed and restrains herself when action is not needed, she is slow to trust but when she does she becomes very protective.

Elliot is a solitary person,she would aim a blade at any unknown throat and some she does know. She cares little for others and would kill without hesitation when it was needed, however if one became lucky enough to make a deal with her or gain her trust then she would proceed tirelessly until the task is complete or that person is safe. Elliot is also a fair person, she will hear one out before making judgement, however she would probably hold you at the end of a blade until she has made a judgement, and her judgement can be hard to alter. Finally, Elliot does not enjoy killing and does try to avoid it, however she sees no point in holding back when the act is needed.

History
- When Born Elliot's mother died in child birth, her last words were to name Elliot, this is a fact that Elliot's father reminded her of many times.
- Elliot had found growing up harder than a normal girl would, her father: as a main figure in a military group off in the middle east, found it more important that Elliot was educated in combat skills rather than Math, English and Science.
- When Elliot was fifteen (15) she decided to run away (to where ever this RP is based), by this point Elliot had great skill with pole-arms and killed several men on her escape, after her escape she lived in the streets becoming a beggar and a hired killer.
- During her days in the streets Elliot learnt to fight with knives, darts and concealed weapons, because it was to obvious to walk around with the large weapons she preferred.
- After two years of this she was finally settled in her new life, but it was then that the meteor hit and changed everything, Zombies began attack and her life changed yet again...

Areas of strength:
- Fighting against people with fists or weapons. (not guns)
- Finding hidden ways in and out of places that seem like dead ends. (within reason)
- Elliot is attractive, usually luring people into a false sense of security. (not always)
Weaknesses:
- Elliot is powerless against guns or distanced weapons.
- Elliot never went to school and never learnt the basic skills most take as common knowledge.
- Elliot is not a trusting person, she holds people at a distance believing them against her.

Weapons: Elliot carries three weapons: her lance, her dagger and her lip-stick.

- When faced with an oncoming opponent, Elliot makes use of this pole-arm, she is able to kill without comming near her target, this Lance is taller than Elliot but much lighter than any would expect.
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- When confronted in close-combat, Elliot makes use of her training as a hired killer, she is quick with her exotic blade and can slice several fingers off without trouble, this dagger is as long as ones forearm, but the fine steel and decoration has made it slightly heavy.
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- Elliot always has a back-up plan, when she is in danger and her weapons gone, her lip-stick contains a small blade to assist in any situation.
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Relationships: Elliot has no mother or siblings, her father was a cruel man and she has never truly had friends, Elliot has been alone all her life.
Place of residence: Elliot has been traveling since the meteor hit, he prefers not to stay in the same area too long due to there being to many people or to many zombies.

Other: Someone can make her father a character if they like. As a changed man, a zombie or the same cruel man Elliot once knew, your choice :D

[Holly, I'm a lonely soul in the land of broken hearts.]

(RESERVED FOR LEENA'S 'RAVEN')

Name:
Norah
Lynn
Crise

Age:
Seventeen
(Birthday: July 30th)

Gender:
Female
(Sexuality: Heterosexual ~Straight~)

Appearance:



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Hair color:
Norah isn't known to be one to cut her hair. She lets her locks grow long, embracing the look and feel of the natural waves she has. Her hair is well past her shoulders, colored a chocolately brown.

Eye color:
Rimmed with thick lashes and always searching for the best, Norah has wide brown eyes.

Height:
5'8
(Five feet, eight inches)

Style:
Norah likes dark colors and floral patterns. She has her girly days, but mostly, a sheer teeshirt and some denim shorts do it for her. Since Norah knows her way around stealing, she's armed with quite the wardrobe in such a world as this.
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Personality:
Norah is different from other girls. On one hand, she's soft and shy, barely ever saying anything, but thinking wildly. There are levels of her that you do not see by just looking at her. She has chapters in her book. She's soft in a way that she doesn't like to yell or fight, neither desiring anger or strife. She's shy in the way that it takes her a while for her to show you her whole self. She's quite the wallflower in a way, but there's a whole other hand to get to now.
On the other hand, she's wild and adventurous. She strives to find something new, dares to do the things that scare her. She's excited by the new and fresh, and delves into it whenever she can. Norah holds an open-mind, always believing that when you have a chance, you take it. She's adventurous in the way that if you proposed a roadtrip to the unknown, she'd probably pack a backpack and say 'let's go'.
When Norah fights, she fights hard. No matter if it's verbal, physical, or emotional. If you're on the wrong side of her, you'd probably be surprised at how fast Norah can go from adorable to downright demonic in two seconds flat.
But when she loves, she puts all of herself into that as well. It just depends on who you are in her life.
Either way, you're bound to have quite the ride with this one.

History:

Areas of strength:
Quick wit, and fast hands. Skill with blades.
She's also very good at climbing.

Weaknesses:
Hates shooting guns, doesn't do well in solo missions.

Relationships:
None as of now...

Weapons:
Two long swords (That are only used when in dire need) and two small daggers she can keep in her shoes or purse.

Place of residence:
Uptown Mall
It's in order, just rampaged and deserted. Norah's found a way to be quiet and secretive about her living space, and also found a way to make the mall a zombie-free zone. She's got it worked out. Worst thing is is that Norah gets way too lonely there, and the space is too large and dark for her to really feel 100% safe. So she's usually not home.

Other:
Norah's Hobbies: Mountain Climbing, Painting, and Knitting.
Norah likes the sense of unity (As in, she feels better if she's at a concert or a coffee shop, where's there are people to share the love with).

(UNDER EDIT)

[•Natalie Sohinki• ~Right Now, I wish you were here with Me~]

Name: Lori Hamliton

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Appearance:
http://ilarge.listal.com/image/236730...

Hair Color: Blonde

Eye Color: Green/Brown

Height: 6'2

Style: V necks, any jeans, combat boots

Personality: Lori is fierce. She had many years of training for guns and never gives up without a fight. Lori finds it hard to trust people, but once she does trust them, she expects them to live up to that title of honest.

History: Lori was born and raised in Australia and moved to the states when she was 18 to become a model. She was very successful and became rich and famous very quickly. A few years after her fame struck, so did the zombies. She took what she knew of guns, self defense, and combat to the streets of new York.

Areas of strength: Handguns, melee combat

Weaknesses: Rifles, shotguns, and snipers, sneaking, seeing zombies near her old home

Relationships: None

Weapons: Fire axe, twin handguns, hammer

Place of residence: Australia, LA,New York

Other: Thick Australian Accent

[•Natalie Sohinki• ~Right Now, I wish you were here with Me~]

Name: Liam Jakkob

Age:19

Gender: Male

Appearance: http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photo...

Hair color: Brown

Eye color: Brown

Height: 6'0

Style: Just normal t shirts and jeans, and sneakers.

Personality (At least three sentences): Liam is calm generally, but when provoked or fighting off the horde, he is fierce and attentive. Liam keeps to himself mostly and stays out of conversations, arguements, or physical fights he isn't apart of. He is great at making new friends, he just doesn't do it much

History (At least three sentences): Liam was born in London and lived there til he was 13 and his parents got divorced and he moved to America with his dad. He lived in New York for 6 years and was going to start college in fall. When the virus took over New York, he lost his father quickly, and it still bothers him a lot.

Areas of strength: Melee, one handed guns

Weaknesses: Two handed guns, speaking and mentioning of his father

Relationships: None

Weapons: Axe, black pistol

Place of residence: London, NYC

Other: Has a british accent

[Elizabeth]

Name: Nick Coller

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Appearance: Shaggy black hair, hazel eyes, strong jaw, 6"2, broad shoulders.


Hair color: shaggy black hair

Eye color: hazel

Height: 6"2

Style: wears baggy jeans and muscle shirts.

Personality: Nick is a very caring, strong, passionate guy. He is very protective of his family, friends, and him self. He often speaks his mind, and will risk his own life to save a damsel in distress. He likes to express himself threw his drawings.

History: When Nick was younger, he loved to watch movies about knights saving women, and he grew up with the idea of chivalry as his main priority. He was reading a comic book when the zombies took over, his own roommate becoming one and trying to bite him. He took his roommates sword that he had bought him for Christmas and cut off his roommate’s head.
He use to stay with his older brother and his gang, but when they sacrificed one of their own men to get away from a herd of zombies, Nick left.

Areas of strength: An amazing swordsman, comforting others, and dancing.

Weaknesses: Women, animals, not very good at running long distances, only good with a sword.

Relationships: Fell for Roby as soon as he saw her, and might have something for Elliot too (hes not a player though)

Weapons: sword
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Place of residence: New York City Area.

[•Natalie Sohinki• ~Right Now, I wish you were here with Me~]

Name: Rob "Boston Rob" Mariano

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Appearance: (NO ANIME OR CARTOONS I WILL CUT YOU)
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Hair color: Brown

Eye color: Brown

Height: 6'4

Style: Casual

Personality (At least three sentences): Rob is very competitive and loyal. He is very strategic and hates losing. He will do whatever he can to be at the top, and never takes no for an answer. He is nice and sweet to people he truly cares about, but it takes a while to reach the status of "Yes, I, Rob, truly care about you."

History (At least three sentences): Rob Mariano was born in Boston Massachusetts. He lived there his entire life. He was in love with the show Survivor and went on the show the first time and made it to the finale, but didn't win. He played two more times and got voted out, and then on his fourth and final time, he won the 1,000,000 dollars and the title of Soul Survivor. He moved back to Boston, but now in a mansion with his best friends, then the Zombies struck and his friends turned against him.

Areas of strength: Pistols, rifles, bribery, manipulation, strategy, puzzles

Weaknesses: Snipers, shotguns, stealth, confrontation

Relationships: None

Weapons: Pistol, AK47, M16, axe

Place of residence: Boston Massachusetts

Other: THICKKK Boston Accent

[Khrisma]

Name:Dani Taylor
Age:12
Gender:Female
Appearance:

Hair color:Long wavy blond hair
Eye color:Sea green eyes.
Height: 4'3"
Style:Leather pants, t-shirts and jackets

Personality: Dani is stubborn and brave. But she's still a kid, so she a little childish and immature. She's loyal but is watchful.
History:Dani was born and raised in New York. Dani is a good person to have on your side. Though she is young, even before the end, her parents were both Marines and trained her to protect herself. When the end came her parents sacrificed themselves to buy her and her older brother, Rodney(21),time to escape. For a year she lived with her brother fighting off infected. One day Rodney went in search of his girlfriend. They were traveling together but were separated. Dani hasn't seen her brother since, but she refuses to believe that he's turned or dead.

Areas of strengths: Archery, knife throwing, strategy, perfect aim, jiu jitsu, stealth, running
Weaknesses:Trusting others, not good with swords, emotions get the best of her.
Relationships:None
Weapons:Bow and arrows, knives, pistol
Place of residence:Random buildings in New York

Other:Dani has night terrors, making her jump and wake up and sometimes screams; about her parents.

[Rebecca]

Name: Aubrey Granger

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Appearance: Aubrey is tall, and has a body that is very well-muscled, but also slender - without being painfully thin. His jet-black hair falls around his face almost to his shoulders, his skin is pale and his eyes are black. His features are almost aristocratic, with dark, well-defined eyebrows and high cheekbones. Aubrey has a straight nose, no flaws to his complexion, and a mouth that looks both sensuous and mocking, always ready to fall into a condescending sneer or an equally intimidating smile. He moves with the almost frightening grace of long martial training, with a watchfulness that has kept him alive on more than one occasion.

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Hair colour: Black

Eye colour: Black

Height: 6’2”

Style: Aubrey has an immaculate style. He’s clean-shaven as often as he can be, his long shoulder-length hair carefully styled - again, as often as it can be in a world full of zombies. He always wears jeans and tight fitting black boots. Along with the jeans, Aubrey wears either a black leather jacket or deep red leather jacket, most of the time open, showing a shirt of the opposite colour (ie. red jacket with black shirt, black jacket with red), and of any style. Occasionally he'll wear a white shirt, but he prefers not to, because they get stained too easily. Depending on the shirt he’ll often wear a metal medallion, but otherwise no accessories... aside from his weapons belt and sai sheaths, of course.

Personality: Aubrey is quick to anger, but this is often – at least to begin with – expressed through coolly insulting comments or calm sarcasm. Of course, because of this -and the fact that he sometimes doesn’t appear all that dangerous - you often won’t know that he’s all that angry until he’s got you up against the wall with a knife to your throat, or in a similarly dangerous situation. But most of the time he can keep his temper deep within, hidden behind a charming smile, somewhat gentleman like nature, and witty conversation. Despite all of this, Aubrey has an air of competence which is sometimes downright scary. Aubrey is slow to trust people, painfully blunt at times, and has damn all honour. The only sense of duty he has is towards people he trusts or cares about, which encompasses a precious few these days. How would you describe Aubrey’s personality in one word? Capricious. And if you get on his bad side, you better watch out, because you’ll never know when the crunch is coming.

There’s a darkness inside Aubrey, one that he acknowledges, one that almost needs violence, though its not quite that simple. And he’s at peace with that, mostly. He has to be strong, he’s a survivor, and if that means being ruthless and leaving people behind sometimes? Unless it’s someone really close to his heart, Aubrey probably couldn’t bring himself to care.

History: Aubrey grew up in a relatively normal family, at least in the beginning. His mother Rachel was a sweet, kind woman, who looked after the house, and was devoted to her two children - Aubrey and his baby sister Scarlett. As children both Scarlett and Aubrey were dancers. While for Aubrey it was more of a hobby, Scarlett wanted to be a world class ballroom dancer. Rachel’s husband Alexander was a cop, and a very good one at that. He loved both his children, and spent as much time as he could with both of them – with Aubrey, it was taking him to a gun range, teaching him to shoot.

Alexander got caught in a fire-fight when Aubrey was ten, just trying to do his job, and was shot down from behind by someone he never even saw. Aubrey had to take on the burden of helping Rachel and Scarlett get through the tragedy of Alexander's death, and though he loved them both very much, it was perhaps from that moment that the darkness within Aubrey began to grow. He gave up dancing with his sister – who had to find a new partner – and took up an interest in ancient martial arts when he was twelve. His grace, experience and awareness of his body helped him in his martial training, and consequently by the time he was seventeen, Aubrey was proficient in using a sword and a hand gun, but his preferred weapons of choice were two deadly twin sai daggers.

Aubrey had no close friends throughout his childhood aside from Scarlett, and upon getting to intermediate he was teased. Bullied by the older boys, about his looks – slightly effeminate, at that age – about how he used to help his sister towards her dream of being a dancer, and about his father being a useless and dishonourable cop; a bad cop who was stupid to get himself killed.

That last was a mistake.
A few days later, a teacher discovered the boys that had been involved in tormenting Aubrey had been taped to the ceiling of the basement with their eyes pepper-sprayed. No-one could prove that Aubrey had done it, but no-one bothered him after that. Ever again. There was only one person that Aubrey ever cared about - a college student called Rose. The two of them never dated, and Aubrey really had no idea why he'd fallen for her... but before he could ask her out, the apocalypse began, and Rose was brought down in front of Aubrey's eyes. She died in his arms, before he could tell her how he felt. He tells himself he doesn't care - that he was only fond of her, not in love with her. By the time Aubrey could make his way home, Rachel and Scarlett had fled without him. He had no idea whether they are dead or alive. So, Aubrey made his own way, killing indiscriminately when needed, doing whatever was necessary to stay alive. Though he’d never admit it to anyone, perhaps not even to himself, somewhere deep in that dark place inside him he feels that Rachel and Scarlett abandoned him, and that cuts deep, because they were all he had left that he cared about. He assumes that they're either dead or zombies now - that having happened to most people on the planet.

Areas of Strength: Aubrey is incredibly proficient in weaponry, shooting and hand-to-hand fighting. He has a keen judge of personality, though he doesn’t often show it. He is also incredibly loyal to those people close to him – though those people are few and far between these days. Aubrey is very intelligent, and has a survivor’s instinct. He is charming and witty, though people soon find out that is balanced by his firm opinions and (often) inability to follow the ideas of other people, when he believes his own are better.

Weaknesses: Often his ruthlessness can lead him to lose friends and allies where they might be useful, and his uncompromising attitude can also become a problem on occasion. He has a propensity to over-react when in a temper, and any slander to his long-lost family or to Rose is sure to make him furious beyond reason – something which can be used against him by people who know him well. He can also err on the side of rudeness when being blunt with someone, which he has an inclination towards if he's annoyed, tired or in a hurry.

Relationships: Open

Weapons:
- Twin sai daggers, a gift from his father, with unconventially sharpened tip and sides, unlike the traditional blunt weapons.
- Sword.
- Heavy duty hand revolver.

Place of Residence: Abandoned Church.

Other: Straight sexual orientation.

[Holly, I'm a lonely soul in the land of broken hearts.]

Name: Angst Alandar
Age: 19
Gender: Female

Appearance:

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Hair Color:
Golden Blonde
Layered
Shoulder Length

Eye Color:
Baby blue
Thick lashes

Height:
5'6

Style:
Angst likes to dress in things that keep her comfortable. It can range from things like T-shirts and tight jeans, combat boots, to denim shorts and tank tops. She usually keeps her hair down, except in cases where it might get in the way. She doesn't dress to impress anyone.

Personality:
Angst can be nothing but honest. All the time, no matter the situation, no matter her company, she is honest. Honest when she's scared, when she's hurt, when she's feeling like she'd made it through. Honest when she's hopeful, and honest when she's hopeless.

Angst is confident when she's on her own, but interaction with others is harder on her, especially with women. She can talk to people just fine, but her trust only goes so far, and she's always thinking about something else. Her interaction with men is usually fine, where her interaction with women is usually just avoided. She's found that not many can really work well with her, and in the game of surviving, working well is kind of all she's got. She believes in being comfortable with someone, but she can't remember the last person she loved besides her father, and he was gone. But even being in the world she's in, enduring the life she's endured, she's still quite childlike. Her movements and action are see-through. Whatever she's feeling, you can see it. Her speech is honest, her motives are clear. Discourse makes her very uncomfortable. Yes, childlike is a good word for Angst.


History:
Childhood
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Angst was a troubled child. Truly and genuinely troubled. From age one through six her life was dictated by her horrible mother, who was never really diagnosed, but who had plenty of problems. A mother who would verbally and psychically abuse her child was not a good mother. A woman who would threaten to kill herself over Angst spilling a glass of water was not a sane person. Sometimes Angst's mother would be fine. Loving, even. And in a split second, she would be screaming, breaking things, yelling at Angst, hitting Angst's father. Anything that was in her path was destroyed. Angst was thirteen when her mother hit rock bottom, and that's when her father got into his car and drove away. Angst kept waiting for him to come back, but he didn't.

And it was a shame, because he was a good man. A good father. He would take Angst away from home when her mother was acting up and get her ice cream. He was invested in her. He kept her safe. He begged for her happiness. He really did try. And Angst's mother had done a fantastic job at snuffing out any happiness that man had. Angst never blamed him for going. But she missed him terribly.

Shortly after his departure, Angst's mother was taken into state care and although she was able to live in her own, state-provided house, she lived with supervision, and Angst was taken in by a foster family that let her visit her mother quite often. For the next four years, that was her life

Adolesence
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From ages thirteen to seventeen, Angst was still staying with the foster family, of whom cared nothing for Angst. Mostly because she made herself a burden, and no one was ready for her. She would run away at night, she would get into trouble, she would do anything to get anyone who thought they could care of her to feel like they made the wrong choice. And so when she was seventeen the state cut her off and the people she'd been involved with stopped trying to parent her. Labeled as a troublesome child, she was on her own.

Angst became a vagabond of sorts then, staying where she could, eating what she could buy, even stealing sometimes. Just to get by. She would visit her mom every once in awhile, and the visits became more and more wicked the older Angst got. When her mom started believing that Angst was a past version of herself, Angst stopped visiting.

And without that obligation, Angst was free to go where she wanted. She'd heard around the house that her father was rumored to be living in New York, so right after her eighteenth birthday, she packed a few things in a bag and sat off, trying to find him. When the world turned crazy, she got distracted from finding her father to simply living.

Adulthood
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Angst has only been an 'adult' for two years now, and what she's seen of adulthood has not been easy. After moving to New York and never finding her father, and then having to battle her way through a plague that she had no awareness of, she's had a tough time.
More coming.

Areas Of Strength:
Angst is really great at running. Very good at wiggling her way into tight places. Keeping low. She's not a great fighter, but she's great at getting to where she's going. She's got an eye for impossible situations and she's got an eye for getting out of them.

Weaknesses:
Angst isn't very good with any weapon that won't shoot a bullet. And guns aren't always the wisest choice now. Which makes Angst weaker than most of the people who've survived so far.


Weapons: A newly acquired heavy duty hand revolver, with a pocket full of amo.

Relationships:
Aubrey Granger - friend?
Scarlett Granger -

Place Of Residence: Abandoned Church

Other: Straight Sexual Orientation

[E L L E, It's all fun and games till someone drops the teapot]

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➥ Part One

❝Run while you still can. This world doesn't wait around for the weak❞

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❝Bad things happen to everyone eventually, it doesn't matter if you're good, bad, amoral or honest...❞

✥ ||Etymology|| ✥
[name]
(first) Gabriella
☛ /gah-BRYEL-lah/ (English Pronunciation) Feminine form of Gabriel, which is derived from the Hebrew gavhrī’ēl (God is my strength). Gabriel is borne in the Bible by one of the seven archangels, the herald of Good News who appeared to Mary to announce her pregnancy and the impending birth of the Christ child.
(middle) Sahara
☛/sah-HAH-rə/(English Pronunciation) The meaning of the name Sahara is 'dawn'. The female name has Arabic origin and is a form of the name Sarah. Saharah, Saharra, Sahra and Zahara are the four variant forms of the name Sahara. Sahara could have come about as a feminine variation of the masculine Hebrew name Sahar which means ‘Moon’ and is popular with Jewish parents.
(last) Abano
☛/a-ˈbɐ-no/(South Brazilian Pronunciation) Denoted someone hailing from Abano in Spain, a spa town whose name probably is related to the Celtic root ab meaning "water". From the Portuguese denotation of bag or weaving basket, it was a name given to those who were craftsmen.
✦||nicknames Gabby, Gabi, Gabrielle

❝Death no longer seems far away, it's inevitable but I know I'll go down fighting❞





✥ ||Basic Details|| ✥
[age] 16
(date of birth) 1st February 2004
⊰Zodiac sign⊱♒ Aquarius
☛ Aquarius is the sign of visionaries, unconventionality and intellectual independence. Aquarius are the people who deviate from the crowd and go their own way. They are always after intellectual stimulation, constantly discovering something new, forming new opinions and stubbornly traveling their way regardless of what other people think. Aquarius are filled with paradoxes, they like to be alone yet are social butterflies, they like to experience both sides and see both opinions as they formulate new ideas with their forward thinking, active mind. Aquarius never judges others because we are all equal and entitled to our own opinions. They are verbally skilled and very witty, they observe people and learn how to interact with others through observation. As a result, they can deal with any type of personality and adapt to any situation. They welcome change because boredom is their enemy. Anything new is an opportunity. Aquarius can act as an expert on any topic, they are very good at inflating their own importance. Conventional people beware, Aquarius likes to shock and deviate from the norm, this is how they live. Aquarius is known to pick at anyone they find weak or dull-minded. Deep inside, Aquarius would never intentionally hurt anyone, they have respect for every human, even thought this might not seem apparent to the more emotional types.
⊰Birth stone⊱ Amethyst
(location of birth) San Paulo, Brazil
⊰Nationality⊱ American
⊰Ethnicity⊱ Hispanic, Latino American, American
[gender]♀Female
(physical gender)Feminine ❧ Female
(sexuality) Straight
⊰Relationship Status⊱ Single





❝Everyone kind of stopped worrying about their appearance once the apocalypse hit❞

✥ ||Appearance|| ✥
⊰Description⊱ Gabriella has a very exotic beauty to her, with a flawless olive tan, bold brows and a curtain of glossy dark hair she is every inch the Brazilian beauty. Born in San Paulo to a Brazilian father and American mother Gabby inherited the classic and elegant features of her mother, her facial features are small and delicate with a slim nose and slight bow mouth. Gabriella's face is typically heart shaped but slender as her cheekbones are clearly visible and years living in an apocalyptic world have led to her face appearing more gaunt than it would have. Her eyes are her most prominent feature, typically dark brown framed with long dark eyelashes and set beneath boldly arched brows. Her eyebrows are a few shades darker than her hair which is the colour of dark mahogany and naturally highlighted with honey tones from the sun. It is usually tied back or plaited to one side where it is out of the way.

In figure Gabby like many others who survived the aftermath of the apocalypse is thin in the extreme with a light, narrow bone structure and protruding ribs. She dislikes the strain that the famine and lack of nutrition has left on her body but there is nothing she can do while food is scarce and rationing is a necessity. Gabriella is very small standing it at only 5"3 though most of her height is proportionate, she does have very long slender legs though these are usually clad in jeans and rarely seen by anyone. She usually keeps her collarbones and shoulders covered up as she finds the bones unattractive and doesn't like to look at them. Her appearance is somewhat gangly despite her small height as she has long limbs and a rather short body. Her favourite feature is her legs as though they are very slim she likes the length of them.


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[hair]
(length) Long
(color) Very dark brown
(style) Almost dead straight
[eyes]
(color) Brown
[skin]
(tone) Olive tan
(imperfections) A few beauty spots and a handful of scars
[dimensions]
(height) 5"3
(weight) 98lb
(build) Skinny in the extreme


✥ ||Style|| ✥
Gabriella has never been particularly style conscious even before the worst of the apocalypse arrived. She likes to dress practically and will always be seen in her khaki hooded jacket, usually paired with jeans and hiking boots. Gabriella doesn't worry about what other people think of her appearance and this has never changed, she dresses for her surroundings and is very adaptable, usually wearing things she has stolen or borrowed. She wears a simple charm on a necklace that was a gift from her mother, she refuses to take it off in the hope that when she is reunited with her parents she can return it. (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]

❝I take what I can and since nobody looks good anymore I just make do❞



❝The future looks bleak but it's not a crime to optimistic❞



✥ ||Personality|| ✥
[commonly shown characteristics]
◑||Spirited||Clever||Good-natured||Stubborn||Genuine||Brave||◐

❝While you're still still alive there's fun to be had❞

Gabby has always been bright and lively, from childhood to her teenage years she maintained a happy and shining outlook. Her smile is somewhat contagious and those around her can't help but smile along with her. She has always been a spirited and somewhat wild youngster, she was a little bit rebellious as a teenager and ran away from home on more than one occasion. As a little bit of a rebel she spent time in the wrong crowds but quickly fell back on the right path when she made her subject choices for school and finally decided on the career she wanted to follow.

❝I like to learn new things, it's one of the few things that makes me feel better ❞

As a young girl Gabriella has always had a thirst for knowledge, she's always excelled academically with little effort and has skills in technology, maths and scientific subjects. Once she grew up a bit and settled into school she worked tirelessly in biology and chemistry with the hopes of one day becoming a vet and owning her own practice. Gabriella has done a little work experience before the apocalypse hit so has basic first aid and stitching skills though her prior patients had only ever been animals.

❝The end of the world doesn't have to mean the end of civility❞

Never one to leave a person in the dust Gabriella will always offer aid or help to those who need it, though her power can be used offensively it is mainly for defensive use and she will therefore rarely use it against a person. Gabby is very good natured and will always reach out to those who truly need her help. She's friendly and talkative, with a soft spot for animals.

❝I'll turn on you the moment you make me do something I don't want to do❞

Though she is a generally lovely person Gabriella is immensely stubborn, she rarely does what she's told and doesn't like to behave at the best of times. She's nice on a good day but the minute someone turns on her or asks her to do something she doesn't agree with then you get to face the wrath. It's not a side many get to see but those who do see it no not to mess with Gabriella.

❝I'm like an open book, no lies, this is who I am❞

Gabby likes to think that what you see with her is exactly what you get, which is mostly true. She's not the best liar and rarely ever goes against the truth as she feels it is unnecessary for people to lie. Gabriella has everyone's best interest at heart and will act the same with everyone she meets regardless of status, race or how well she knows them. She considers herself an honest person and is not two faced or horrible to one single person. Gabriella has always been happy in her own skin and doesn't worry so much about what other people think.

❝I'm not afraid, I'll always stand up for what I believe in.'❞

Gabriella has always been a brave and wily young girl, she was always the first to leap to any challenge or dare and would never back down from a fight. She's strong willed, quick to act and will often put herself at risk in order to protect those that she cares about. Since the start of the apocalypse Gabriella has come to face many of her greatest fears and her bravery has shone out, though she is frightened and at times her fear overcomes her- it is her bravery and courage that always shines through.

[E L L E, It's all fun and games till someone drops the teapot]

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➥ Part Two

❝I hate watching the world crumble knowing there's nothing anyone can do ❞

------------------------ƒace claim •seychelle gabriel•--------------------------



❝There's no point running from your past when memories are all you have left❞

(likes)
♣Animals
♣Horse riding
♣Playing piano
♣Running
♣Being outdoors
♣Summer

Gabriella is a typically outdoorsy girl, she likes fresh air and spending time with nature. She prefers summer to winter and loves to find peace in playing the piano. Her favourite things in life generally revolve around the natural world.



(dislikes)
♦Pollution
♦Cruelty to animals
♦Feeling helpless
♦The cold
♦Storms
♦Loud noises

Having moved from the city to the countryside at a young age Gabriella grew to hate the smog and the litter that polluted the city. She loves clean air but hates the concept of damage to the natural world hence why the apocalypse had such a detrimental effect on her. She also hates loud noises and things that make her jump.



(phobias)
❤ Losing herself
❤ Succumbing to virus
❤ Astraphobia (fear of thunder and lightening)

Gabriella has always hated the concept of becoming someone she isn't be that through social change or through the effect of the virus. She likes to be in control of herself at all times and fears the effect the virus has. Aside from that along with her dislike of loud noises is a fear of storms and specifically thunder.



(flaws)
♠Stubbornness
♠Quiet
♠Perfectionist

Gabriella's most poignant flaw is her stubbornness, she has a habit of being a little in-obedient and not doing what she's told. Aside from that Gabriella can often be quite quiet and worry about her own thoughts without sharing them with other people. Aside from that she likes to do everything perfectly and the habit of this is one of her flaws.




✥ ||Mental Details|| ✥
(intelligence quotient) 146
(current state of mind) Mostly sane
(psychological history) Anti-social behaviour and slight depression
(habits) Occasional nail biting, chewing her lip



✥ ||History|| ✥

❝I thought I had it rough as a kid, I was really really wrong. ❞



[early life]

Gabriella was born in the city of San Paulo in Brazil to a Brazilian father and American mother. She grew up well as a child in the city, running wild in the streets with her friends and causing a large amount of havoc for the local people. At this time there was variable fear as to the goings on outside the quarantine zone though Gabriella tried to put this at the back of her mind. Though at times she was rebellious as a youngster and she did get into trouble with the police and quarantine officers, her antics usually went unnoticed by her own family apart from her older brother who kept quiet for her. Through her childhood Gabriella was praised academically and excelled at school despite being a bit of a hooligan in her spare time. As her schooling continued she learnt to love science and became fascinated by the scientific nature of the world.

When she was ten years old her father- a trader at the time- made the decision to move the family from the busy quarantine of San Paulo to a country ranch in Alabama where the infection was less widespread. Gabriella thrived in her new home finding a certain solace with the animals on the ranch. She learnt to love nature and soon forgot her wild city ways instead turning to horseback riding and looking after animals on the ranch. As her schooling continued Gabriella soon decided that she wanted to become a vet and help animals in any way she could- as she felt they had been all but forgotten in the apocalypse-, she knuckled down in the local school where they were protected from the virus.



[adolescence]

When Gabriella was sixteen the quarantined area of Alabama was damaged in a terrorist attack, Gabriella's mother was injured and her brother Andre joined a band of freedom fighters with the hopes of protecting his family. Soon after the quarantine zone became filled with infected, while Gabriella's mother was injured she succumbed to the virus and Gabriella's father was forced to end her life. Soon after Andre vanished joining a group of renegades who worked against the government. As the quarantine zone finally collapsed around them Gabriella's father forced her to leave on horseback, telling her to flee to the mountains where she would be protected for sometime. Gabriella waited it out for a few weeks, hiding in caves in the mountains but her father never came for her.

After that Gabriella moved from place to place on horseback, she settled into a new quarantine zone in Florida keeping her mutant ability hidden whilst she worked as a field medic. She was trained in basic first aid and had learnt the basics for stitching while doing work experience at a Veterinary surgery. After a run in with some zombies that had made their way into the sanctuary Gabriella soon found herself forced out once again. Now she travels from place to place on her horse Shade with the hopes of one day finding a new place she can call home.





✥ ||Other|| ✥
[family]
☛ Gabriella grew up in a four person family in San Paulo in Brazil, she likes the city but soon realised how much it didn't suit her when the family moved to the comfort of the country in Alabama. She worked on a ranch and soon realised her dreams of wanting to become a veterinary surgeon. Gabriella's mother and brother were lost to the virus but Gabriella has hopes that her father could still be alive.
♛(father) Nicolo Abano (unknown) (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
♚(mother) Hailee Abano (deceased) nee Levison (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
♝(siblings) Andre Abano (unknown) (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
♞(travel companion) Shade (A four year old bay gelding, status:alive) (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]





✥ ||Belongings|| ✥
[Weapons]
- A springfield bolt action rifle
- A hunting knife

[Rucksack]
-Small first aid kit
-Change of clothes
-Two cans of food
-One water canister
-A torch
-A gasmask



❝And that's about all there is to say ❞

[Jordan]

Name: Alannah Hansen

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Appearance: http://www.gq.com/blogs/the-q/2010/03...

Hair color: blond

Eye color: grey

Height: 6 foot 10 inches

Style: She wears anything she can find.

Personality: She is very kind and caring. She makes friends very easily. Everyone loved her when she was in school, even though that she was the head cheerleader. She never brought anyone down, and never bullied anyone. She is very smart at every subject except math.

History: Her parents were turned into zombies when she was 20. It was right when the infection started spreading. She has a twin sister, who they protect eachother from everything. She was the head chearleader.

Areas of strength: She usually shoots good with guns.

Weaknesses: Family dying.

Relationships: None, single

Weapons: Guns/bows

Place of residence: None yet

Other:
Her parents gave her and her sister a necklace. https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/im...

[Leena, Don't mess with my girl]

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[Leena, Don't mess with my girl]

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✇"I had a rough life and survived, so can you"✇




✨✠▸'`✇`♑ Introducing ♑✇``'◂✠✨



☣⋆♻☠First☠♻⋆☣ Mikele (2.0, lets try this again dammit)
☣⋆♻☠Last☠♻⋆☣ Carpathian
☣⋆♻☠Age☠♻⋆☣ 18
☣⋆♻☠DOB☠♻⋆☣ August 7
☣⋆♻☠LOB☠♻⋆☣ Toronto, Canada
☣⋆♻☠Gender☠♻⋆☣ Male
☣⋆♻☠Sexual Preference☠♻⋆☣ Heterosexual
☣⋆♻☠Single/Taken☠♻⋆☣ Taken, by the lovely Abbie




✇"Fuck life"✇

☣↫ϟ☬~ Appearance ~☬ϟ↬☣

☣⋆♻☠Pics/Gifs☠♻⋆☣
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☣⋆♻☠Hair Color/Style☠♻⋆☣ Dirty blonde, its usually at a medium length, it is the apocalypse after all. Who has time to cut their hair?
☣⋆♻☠Eye Color☠♻⋆☣ Ice blue
☣⋆♻☠Height☠♻⋆☣ 6'1
☣⋆♻☠Build☠♻⋆☣ Medium build, he definitely has muscles, and abs to die for
☣⋆♻☠Skin Tone☠♻⋆☣ tanned
☣⋆♻☠Special Markings☠♻⋆☣ He has a scar along his hip
☣⋆♻☠Style☠♻⋆☣ Whatever he can find really, mostly tshirts, jeans, and combat boots

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✇"I'll feed you to the zomb's and chuckle as they eat you alive"✇

☣↫ϟ☬~ Personality ~☬ϟ↬☣


☣⋆♻☠Likes☠♻⋆☣
⇴Killing zombies
⇴Spending time with his girlfriend Abbie
⇴Shooting guns
⇴Playing with Jax





☣⋆♻☠Dislikes☠♻⋆☣
⇴Giving Jax baths
⇴Anyone messing with Abbie, he has a bit of a jealous streak in him
⇴Anyone messing with those he considers family
⇴Zombies trying to eat him for dinner

☣⋆♻☠Strengths☠♻⋆☣
⇴He's handy with a gun
⇴He has survival skills
⇴When he cares about someone he will risk his own life to save them
⇴He can run pretty fast
⇴He doesn't give up



☣⋆♻☠Weaknesses☠♻⋆☣
⇴Abbie
⇴He has a temper
⇴His cousin Jace
⇴He has jealousy issues
⇴He isn't so good with communicating in a positive way how he feels



☣⋆♻☠State Of Mind☠♻⋆☣
Sane, insane, how can you really tell with how the world is now? Is a person insane for just trying to survive? Or are they sane for doing everything they need to to make sure them and their family will be able to eat the next day? Sanity after an apocalypse is hard to define to be honest

☣⋆♻☠Hobbies/Quirks☠♻⋆☣
There aren't that many hobbies a person can have at the moment, but I can say this. He likes to go on walks with Abbie and Jax when they actually have a moment of peace together.






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☣↫ϟ☬~ History ~☬ϟ↬☣

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☣⋆♻☠Early Childhood/Adolescence☠♻⋆☣
Mikele's parents were drug addicts, and losers. They left the child in a dumpster when he was 3 months old. Thankfully one of his aunts worked at the hospital where a stranger dropped him off at. She immediately claimed the child and took him home, having recognized him. She spoke with the rest of the rather large family, and they all agreed that they would take a part in raising him. Not everyone was too happy about this, and Mikele didn't always stay with nice relatives. The aunt that rescued him was one of the few that really loved him. Mikele drifted from family to family over the years, sometimes he was overly abused, other times he had a sweet piece of time where he had a decent part of the family to be around. He was only seven years old when he got the scar on his hip. He had been staying at his uncle Steve's house, Uncle Steve was very strict, Mikele just didn't know how strict. Mikele had skipped chores that morning and gone to play with his cousins instead. When he got back his uncle was waiting with a thick, leather belt. Mikele was going to get a beating for not doing what he was told, seeing as how Mikele was a bit tired of getting abused all the time he lunged for a nearby knife in the kitchen. Him and his uncle had a scuffle, they fought over the knife, and his uncle ended up stabbing the boy almost to the hilt. His uncle called his sister, who was the nurse that found him originally, and they patched him up with a fair amount of stitches. Needless to say the boy never went back to that house after that. He bounced around a bit longer until he ended up at his cousin Jace's house. That would be the last relative he stayed with...



☣⋆♻☠Young Adult/Adulthood☠♻⋆☣
When Mikele moved in with Jace and his father he found himself a bit surprised, Mikele had a problem with trusting people because of all the previous injuries, and emotional abuse he had been through with other relatives. So when Jace and his family actually treated the boy with respect, trusted him with responsibilities and loved him like their own son, he truly didn't know what to do with himself. For the first time he began to trust people, and for the first few months it was great. Until Jace's father true colors showed. He found Jace and his dad behind an old shed when they were out at the families ranch one day. Jace was shirtless and leaning against the shed, rivulets of blood ran down the boys back and Mikele felt himself become angered at the sight. Then his eyes found his uncle, with a whip, he had his hand raised, about to lay into Jace again. Mikele lunged in front of Jace and took the next lashing for his cousin. The whip ripped through his cotton shirt and buried itself into his skin before it came off of him again. His uncle had been surprised by the action, he stood stock still for a moment. Then informed Mikele if he wanted to become Jace's whipping boy then so be it. From then on Mikele was punished for anything that Jace did wrong, despite Jace's protests. Mikele's uncle would have to physically lock Jace up when he punished Mikele, or Jace would do exactly what Mikele had done for him.

This went on for three whole years. At 15, almost 16, Mikele finally left Canada. He packed up his things in the middle of the night and just left. The scars on his back were enough to prove that he needed to leave the place. He decided to go to New York and fight off zombies, he had heard that they needed people there. Mikele needed to do something with his life, something that didn't involve anyone being able to tell him what to do, so off he went, leaving only a note for Jace. He didn't care if the rest of his family knew about him leaving or not. Mikele arrived in New York with a bag, and the clothes on his back. He learned from an early age to survive, so the concrete wilderness of New York didn't scare him. The gang run in he had, kind of did. He got on the bad side of a notorious gang that roamed the streets of NY. He was on the run from them when he met a sassy, can't keep her thoughts to herself, gorgeous girl. Her name was Abigail, and the two started off things with an argument. There was an attraction there though that neither one could ignore no matter how hard they tried. Over the months they became more than friends, and Mikele came to care for Abbie more than his own flesh and blood. During their zombie slaying escapades he came across his cousin Jace. Jace had heard that Mikele had died, and pretty much had come to New York to get himself killed. Mikele took his cousin in with him and Abbie and they continued on with their zombie killing ways. They found a hospital eventually with people in it, a doctor and her son. They got along quite nicely, well kind of, and decided to stay. A few people eventually joined the small group and they all played their own part. At one point Abbie got kidnapped by the gang that Mikele had tried so hard to stay away from. They rescued her of course, but at the cost of a lot of lives being taken. They took one of the ex gang members home with them, Lori. Jace became attached despite Mikele and Abbie's warnings. Now they're all just trying to survive, and stay off the radar as best as they can...




✇"I'm not going back"✇




☣↫ϟ☬~ Relationships ~☬ϟ↬☣



☣⋆♻☠Family☠♻⋆☣
Jace, cousin
The rest he doesn't care about enough to mention...

☣⋆♻☠Friends☠♻⋆☣
Conner
Olivia
Jace
The Doctor

☣⋆♻☠Lovers☠♻⋆☣
Abigail




✇"I would die for her"✇




☣⋆♻☠Questions You May Be Wanting To Ask☠♻⋆☣
⇴So whats it like living day to day wondering if you'll survive to see the next?
Its life. You can't just wallow in the what ifs in life, you have to take it by the horns and go your own way. We do what we have to to survive, and try to get along with the people around us. You definitely learn to appreciate things a lot more when you've been through everything all of us have been through.

⇴What if the survivors of Brian's gang come back?
They better not even try. We'll kill every one of those SOB's and burn their fucking bodies afterwards. They've abused not one, but three women that I'm around every single day. I will not let them do it again.

☣⋆♻☠Favorite Memory/Song Lyrics☠♻⋆☣
I took a walk around the world
To ease my troubled mind
I left my body lying somewhere
In the sands of time
But I watched the world float
To the dark side of the moon

I feel there is nothing I can do, yeah

I watched the world float
To the dark side of the moon
After all I knew it had to be
Something to do with you
I really don’t mind what happens now and then
As long as you’ll be my friend at the end

If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman
If I’m alive and well, will you be
There a-holding my hand
I’ll keep you by my side
With my superhuman might
Kryptonite

You called me strong, you called me weak,
But still your secrets I will keep
You took for granted all the times
I never let you down
You stumbled in and bumped your head,
If not for me then you'd be dead
I picked you up and put you back on solid ground


✇"Life sucks, deal with it"✇

[Rebecca]

Name: Scarlett Granger

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Appearance: Scarlett is tall for a young lady, with a slender and nicely curved body. A fierce, confident sexuality almost radiates from her, accentuated by her dark eyes and her lustrous red hair. Scarlett’s skin is perfect and pale, her cheekbones well-defined and her features aristocratic – like her brothers. Her hair falls in fiery waves to her shoulders, and her lips are full and red. She moves with a grace that comes from long training as a dancer, and now that the Apocalypse has come, her grace has morphed into something more deadly, giving her a dangerous aura.

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Hair colour: Red.

Eye colour: Deep brown, with flecks of green and gold.

Height: 6’0”

Style: Before the apocalypse, Scarlett was most happy in skirts and blouses, or in the elegant ball-gowns that suited her so well. Her hair was long and flowing down her back in long red waves. Since the zombies took over the world, Scarlett has cut her hair to shoulder length, and it it slightly more curly as a result. She mainly wears strap tops – black for preference – and black jeans or pants. With these she wears a belt, and tight black leather boots – having no trouble running in heels. The strap tops are always tight fitting, and often leave a strip (or much more than a strip) of perfect pale skin showing above the waistband of her jeans. Most often her hair is left to tumble over her shoulders, though she has no problem with tying her hair up into a ponytail for practicality. She keeps her hair well combed and brushed whenever possible. She carries with her a pure silver pendant with a ruby in the centre that belonged to her mother, Rachel. On those few occasions when she allows herself to feel the cold, Scarlett simply wears a hooded jumper, the zip left open down the centre.

Personality: Scarlett has a fiery temper, and while she tries to hide it her tension is always obvious, exploding out when her anger becomes too much for her to bear. Her moods are mercurial, as much or even more so than her unpredictable brother. Before the apocalypse Scarlett was a quiet, sweet girl, and while that personality still prevails on occasion, it has been partially twisted by bitterness. Scarlett is a perfectionist, fiercely determined and loyal to those she perceives to deserve her loyalty. While she has a strong sense of morality, the end of the world has taught her that sometimes morality must take second place to self-preservation, and as a result she can be utterly cold when she has to be – even if deep down inside, sometimes, she doesn’t like what she’s becoming.

History: Scarlett grew up in a relatively normal family, at least to begin with. Her mother Rachel was a sweet, kind woman, who looked after the house, and was devoted to her two children – Scarlett and her older brother, Aubrey. As children both Scarlett and Aubrey were dancers. While for Aubrey it was more of a hobby, Scarlett wanted to be a world class ballroom dancer. She had started dancing when she was four years old, and was in love with the art, fiercely dedicated to her dream of becoming a world-famous dancer. Rachel’s husband and Scarlett’s father Alexander was a cop, and a very good one. He loved both his children, and spent as much time as he could with both of them. He spent a lot of time teaching Aubrey to shoot, and as soon as she was old enough Scarlett would sometimes sneak out of the house after them to watch and learn, that is when she wasn’t practicing her dancing.

Alexander got caught in a gun-fight when Scarlett was eight, just trying to do his job, and was shot down from behind by someone he never even saw. Scarlett grew ever closer to her brother, Aubrey, who helped her and their mother through the tragedy of Alexander’s death. But at the same time she began to see the change within her brother, how the added responsibility and sorrow that their father’s death brought caused him to withdraw into the darkness inside himself. Scarlett was the only one who was ever close enough to Aubrey to notice the change, but it was there. Aubrey stopped dancing with her, and she found a new partner – Dorian – who eventually became her boyfriend. Her extraordinary grace and dedication to dance had her well on the way to becoming a world star, having already won many youth competitions.

Scarlett had many friends at school, a few who were close, and had a relatively normal school life. She achieved reasonable grades at school, though they occasionally suffered for the sake of her dancing. Aubrey went away to college overseas while Scarlett was still at school and in her last year the Apocalypse began. She waited as long as she could for Aubrey, and then had to flee with Rachel. Rachel was brought down by the zombies about a week later, and since then Scarlett has hated the memory of her brother. She never wanted Aubrey to leave for overseas, and blames him for their mother’s death. Aubrey wasn’t there to protect them, as he had been when Alexander died, and as a result Rachel was dead, and Scarlett no longer had a place in the world.

Areas of Strength: Scarlett’s grace, speed and accuracy allowed her to develop her fighting skills quickly, and she has maintained them. Scarlett is generally loyal, and can be kind when there’s nothing to get in the way of her natural inclination towards tenderness. She is smart and dedicated, and confident in both her body and her mind, flexible enough to take others views into consideration, but strong enough to make decisions for herself.

Weaknesses: Scarlett can often misjudge someone’s character before she gets to know them properly, sometimes leading to problems in relationships. Her temper means she sometimes doesn’t think before she speaks, and her experiences in the apocalypse have left her undeniably bitter. This means that she has a tendency towards solitude and isolation, in a world where having allies can mean the difference between being alive or dead. While Scarlett isn’t arrogant, she exudes confidence, and at times it is seen as arrogance, which can lead others to a natural mistrust of her.

Relationships: Open

Weapons:
- Pretty much any gun she can find, though she prefers effective hand guns.
- Silver daggers, traditional medieval ones, not Japanese Sai daggers like Aubrey.
- Scarlett is creative enough in her fighting style to be able to use everyday objects around her to her advantage. However, should a piece of rope or something similar be lying around, she would be very good at using one in a fight.

Place of Residence: Nowhere specific. At least not yet.

Other: Straight sexual orientation.

[Morgan]

Name: Norah Greene

Age: 19

Gender: female

Appearance: http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=p...

Hair color: blonde

Eye color: brown

Height: 5'4"

Style: Norah usually keeps her short, jagged hair down and messy, not really caring. She wears her usual black boots, dark right jeans, and black t-shirt so she won't be easily spotted by an uninvited visitor.

Personality: Norah keeps to herself and doesn't let anyone in. The apocalypse changed the sweet girl she used to be drastically. Now she is a strong women full of blood-lust that shows no mercy and will kill anything on sight.

History: Norah grew up in a small town, not expecting much to happen, but hen the outbreak happened it took both her mother and her father. She instantly turned uni a cold hearted killer after that. She killed her mother and her father that day then took her little brother Mason, and now they travel together lookin for someplace safe. Mason is the only person Norah trusts or ever will trust and will do anything to make sure he is safe.

Areas of strength:
1. When she was very little she was taught how to throw knives and has trained ever since
2. She can handle herself in difficult situations
3. She can hold her own against a horde of zombies, but not for long

Weaknesses:
1. Trust issues
2. Bad temper
3. Can't stay away from a fight

Relationships: her little brother Mason

Weapons: a variety of throwing knives she keeps in her boots and belt loops

Place of residence: she doesn't have a certain place she calls home. She is always constantly traveling, seeking shelter in abandoned buildings and cars

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Name: Mason Greene

Age: 11

Gender: male

Appearance: http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=t...

Hair color: brown

Eye color: brown

Height: 5'1"

Style: Mason's long brown hair dangles a little past his ears and he is seen wearing a ripped up pair of jeans, and dirty white t-shirt, and old tennis shoes

Personality: Mason normally tries lightning the mood with a few jokes here and there, but he finds it hard to do due to fact his parents are both dead. He follows his big sister's lead and does whatever she tells him to do. He tries not to get in the way much because Norah doesn't think he's ready to start killing the infected.

History: he watched his parents bein eaten by infected and then watched as his big sister Norah shot them. He was young at the time and still is. The fact that the world has ended Hasn't really crossed his mind and he hasn't figured it out yet.

Areas of strength:
1. Hiding
2. Running away
3. Sneaking around infected

Weaknesses:
1. Doesn't know how to use a gun
2. He is too loud
3. Hasn't quite comprehended what is going on

Relationships: Big sister Norah

Weapons: Norah doesn't allow him to carry any weapons and prefers to protect him hersel

Place of residence: (see Norah's)

[Ethan]

Name: Lazard, Nathaniel E

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Appearance: Rough build; sturdy, not overly muscular. Tall, somewhat thin, with angular features and heavy strides.

Hair color: Brown; short-cropped on sides and short on top

Eye color: Brown

Height: 5'11"

Style: Calculating, shrewd, diplomatic, charismatic, manipulative, clean-cut, hates messy situations, prefers control over self and environment.

Personality: Lazard is cold, calculating, careful, and tenacious.

History: Unknown - Lazard is a shadow; he came from nowhere, there are no records of any life previous to the one he leads now, and even he does not fully understand his origins. What little he knows, he keeps to himself, and what little he knows came from a group of survivors who are now dead.

Areas of strength: Lazard is a capable planner and skilled designer. His devious mind, callous nature, and willingness to do whatever it takes makes him an unstoppable tactical asset in regards to surviving on contingencies. What he lacks in strength, he makes up for in his shrewd ability to manipulate his environment and the people around him in order to get his way.

Weaknesses: Lazard is not a particularly impressive physical specimen. He has reserved strength for situations of concentrated action, but otherwise takes longer, slow paths to his goals and remains static in the utility of his physical strength. He will not take the initiative to do something that requires a significant amount of raw power; but if he is asked, he will come through with a great amount of effort.

Relationships: None

Weapons: Reliable hunting rifle

Place of residence: None; nomadic

Other: He's a nice guy if you get to know him.

[Holly, I'm a lonely soul in the land of broken hearts.]

Face Claim: Kirtsten Dunst

~Name~
First: Marina
Middle: Ridley
Last: Dounce

~Basic Information~
Age: 20
Location of Birth: San Antonio, Texas.
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single

~Appearance~
Description: Marina is a very beautiful girl, but in a very simple way. With long, blond hair and bright blue eyes and a smile that shines, Marina has been doted on a few times before, by boys and adults alike that simply like to be around her. Perhaps it is her cool confidence that never crosses the line of vanity. Whatever her charm, Marina won't admit to it.

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~Hair~
Length: Mid-back.
Color: Blond.
Style: Straight and thin.
~Eyes~
Color: Blue.
~Skin~
Tone: Marina has a fairly light complexion, of which cannot be helped by the sun.
Imperfections: Marina has a few scars on her legs from previous adventures.
Tattoos/Piercings: Marina has yellow flowers up and down her right arm, as pictured below.
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~Dimensions~
Height: 5'4
Weight: 117 pounds.
Build: Marina is very slim.

~Style~
Description: Marina likes to wear just about anything. Her tastes are simple and sometimes elegant, and sometimes careless. She doesn't like to wear shoes, though, so those come off whenever possible. She doesn't wear much make-up, aside from her eyeliner and mascara. She doesn't do much with her hair, style-wise, but it is always sleekly laying down her back.
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~Personality~
Trait 1, Explained:
*Gentle* Marina is a soul that wants nothing more than to bring a bit of light to another soul. Anyone she encounters is met with the best intentions, and when Marina can't do that, she avoids going out for awhile. Marina is slow and calm in her actions and motivations and cares more about a state of happiness that she does about much else.
Trait 2, Explained:
*Intentional* Marina is very intentional with her words and actions. When she speaks, she means every word. When she does something, she does it with her whole self. In meeting, Marina is her whole self for every person - no aspect of her is held back. She is intentionally honest, intentionally active, and intentionally loving.
Trait 3, Explained:
*Expressive* Marina enjoys to express herself through any and every outlet she can. Whether it's writing, painting, singing, dancing - she's not any good at one of these than she is at the other, but she enjoys doing them all, and learning what she can. Just as it is with her social habits, she is honest with her artistry, and expresses herself without fear or want of retribution.
Trait 4, Explained:
*Strong-Willed* Marina is one who has always liked to do things for herself. She is hesitant to accept help, and when she does, she tends to hover with worry. She'd rather learn by doing and is not easy to persuade not to take a chance.
Trait 5, Explained:
*High Strung* Sadly, Marina is probably one of the most moody people you'll meet. Her mood is easily influenced by outside forces, and she can be happy one moment, and crying the next. She's aware that her heart is very sensitive, and she tries very hard to keep her own tendencies apart from those around her. Her moods can greatly influence her actions, but she is always very aware of that.
Trait 6, Explained:
*Self-Aware* Whatever Marina is, she is very self-aware. She knows that she can be too much for some people. Her genuine and sensitive nature can be overwhelming for some, and that is why Marina favors lasting "soul connections" as opposed to casual friends. She is aware of what she wants and what she needs to do to achieve that. She knows who she wants around her. She's not confused about what her heart feels.


~History~
Early Life:
Marina grew up in a very open household. Her mother and father were quite the pair, and she was a very joyful child. She was always laughing and was never afraid of the dark spaces in her closet or under her bed.

Her mother instilled the love of gardening in her at a very young age, and she was so independent that no one had any choice but to teach her everything they knew, long before they thought she was ready.
Her father was a bit of an impulsive, flighty man, and he was the one who did just about anything that Marina asked of him. He was the one that let Marina know she could be as free as a bird.

By the time Marina was nine years old, she was able to do most things very smartly for herself. She had her own small garden outside, and she made all of her own meals, besides dinner. She felt safe going to the local market on her bike to shop for groceries and she worked very hard to be rewarded with everything she got. She knew she was taken care of.

Adolescence:
Marina's teenage years were more of a wild ride than her childhood was. Her parents still allowed her to tackle any project, take on any dream, and do most of what she felt ready to do. She was able to drive when she got old enough, and from then on, she wrote the name of every crush she had on her lavender colored panties.

She took the flighty nature of her fathers as her own, and started doing just about anything her friends were doing, including the parties they went to on the weekends, and the substances they happened to snort or swallow. Marina was always mindful enough to keep herself safe, but she still had way too much fun.

She spent many Friday nights going out with a array of boys from her high school who were all head over heels with her. Sometimes it was very casual, and other times it was very intense, and none of the relationships lasted for more than five months, if that.

When she graduated, she never saw any of her high school friends or crushes again. She decided to take a break from school to find out what life was really going to be like for her, and that's when she lost the desire for casual relationships or needless actions. Her mom and dad kissed her softly on the cheek all the while.

Young Adulthood:
When the meteor hit, Marina was busy kissing her father goodbye before she left for a long road-trip. She was somewhere in Arizona by the time the news got back to her that her home-town had been destroyed from sickness and chaos. Her parents were gone when she passed back through, and before she could even allow herself to mourn, she started running to New York. She'd heard rumors that there were people there that knew a cure, and she is desperate to find them.

Adulthood:
None to be written yet.


~Skills~
* Gardening (A skill fostered since childhood. Marina once used it for enjoyment, and now she tries to grow anything she can. Herbs for making pastes to conceal her smell. Vegetables, for food. Everything is hard to grow on the run, but she does what she can.)
* Social skills (Bartering for supplies and her life)
* Hiding (Marina is skilled at concealing herself from anyone she doesn't want to be alert of her presence)

~Other~
Family:
* Mother: Ann Dounce - deceased
* Father: David Dounce - deceased

Miss:
* Marina has one large grenade that she found in an abandoned school, and a large backpack that she fills and unpacked regularly.
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[Connor]

Name: Ashley Cahn

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Appearance: Ashley is not a notably beautiful girl, or a notably figured girl. Standing at an average 5'6", Ashley has a slim and light frame. Her slender face, with light blue eyes, a small nose and small but full, red lips, is modeled by her black, short, unevenly cropped hair.

Hair color: Black

Eye color: Light Blue

Height: 5'6"

Style: Ashley's normal style is a long-sleeved black shirt, a black tank-top underneath, ripped up jeans and calf high, laced up combat boots, topped off with her signature article, a long black leather, Van Helsing-esc duster and a black messenger bag slung over her shoulder.

Personality (At least three sentences): When most people would describe Ashley, they'd say she was adventurous, snarky, and too daring. Since she was young Ashley loved to go on adventures, discover new things, find old things, meet new people and take her gambles. She lived on the daring side, knowing that she could make anything possible, with a little effort. She risked climbing tall buildings, radio towers, and sneaking into buildings to get whatever she needed, or anything her mother needed. When it came to people, she never quite knew how to interact with them. She used sarcasm all to often, had trouble recognizing others emotions, respecting their personal habits and knowing when to shut up. This made her seem very forward, and sometimes very cold, especially to strangers. She took caution when it came to people. Zombies she could handle. To her, people were the real threat now.

History (At least three sentences):
Early Life-
Born to Jane and David Cahn, Ashley was the first and only child they bore. Shortly after Ashley's conception, David Cahn was killed in a car accident, leaving his pregnant wife alone and devastated. On August 6, 1994, Ashley Cahn was born to a single mother. In the early stages of her life, Ashley and her mother moved from place to place, before Jane and Ashley finally settled down in Washington D.C.
Adolescence-
Ashley's mother never remarried after the death of the father Ashley never knew. Her mother barely spoke of him, until the day she came home, hell bent on suicide. When Ashley reached junior high she became the target of most of the bullies in her school. They targeted her thinness, the almost grayness of her eyes, and the flatness of her chest, which hadn't yet started to fully develop. (Little did she know that when they did develop, it was only a small difference.) They mocked her looks, her shyness towards others, and her intellectual prowess. Hating herself she made a choice to suspend her life from her ceiling fan. Luckily, her mother caught her in her rampage to find a rope of sufficient length. It was then that her mother told her about her father, David. She spoke on the way they met, who he was, and how she was exactly like him. From that day forward Ashley thought of her father everyday and stayed in the game for him.
Young Adulthood-
Ashley would have graduated valedictorian at her high school, if not for the crashing of the meteor crashing from the sky on December 21st. Quickly everything she knew to be true wasn't true anymore. Her and her mother escaped D.C. shortly before the event and fled to New York City to stay with Ashley's grandparents on her mothers side. The meteor changed life everywhere, and Ashley quickly did her best to adapt. She donned a duster she found discarded, and strapped on her fathers combat knife, knowing it was going to be her who had to protect herself and her mother in this new world. She'd never killed anything in her entire life, and knew nothing about it. That was, until she was caught trying to get food for her and her mother. It was then that she first took her knife out and cut down the being that was once human. She accepted that it was who she had to be now, to survive.
Quickly after that, her mother got ill. That brings us to the latest part of her history.

Areas of strength: Ashley's coldness to strangers made it easy for her to kill when necessary. Her slender frame made it easy for her to sneak around and climb very well. She's strong in tactics and making smart and necessary decisions.

Weaknesses: Her weakness's are towards human relations. She has trouble relating to others and trusting outsiders. She's also very emotional when it comes to dealing with her mother, and often will take unnecessary risks for her and to get what she wants. She's also extremely stubborn.

Relationships: Just family, at this point it's just her ailing mother, Jane.

Weapons: Combat knife holstered to her hip, several small worn knives for throwing.

Place of residence: New York City.

Other: As a flashlight attached to her hip and carries a messenger bag containing rope, a water bottle, and other goodies she picks up on her way.

[Ethan]

Name: Benji Reinhardt

Alias: Ben, Job (long o)

Age: 20

Description: Ben "Job" Reinhardt is a tall, slim, poorly-built 20 year-old man with brown hair, brown eyes, and a light complexion. With nothing special about him from an eye's glance, he carries a passion and intellect that is rare in others. Neither strong, collected, or resourceful, his survival could be considered a miracle alone; he is scatterbrained, idealistic, and imaginative, with the rare moment of charisma. A writer before the apocalypse, he has forged his path through the now harsh environment using his acute, if unaligned, intellect and intuition, his unobtrusively passive nature, and his sheer and inexhaustible will to stay alive and finish his book. He responds now only to the name "Job," after the epic in which a man loses everything he owns to the works of the devil, and falls deep into lamentation before seeing the divine course that has been set for him.

Strengths:
---Absurdly intuitive, even if he struggles to keep thoughts in order, he will always arrive at an accurate conclusion.
---Intellectual, but not eccentric, Ben's thoughtful approach to situations can often be dead-on, even if it cuts right through danger, and is one of the least charming parts of his personality, especially when his course is debated.
---His will to stay alive, if poorly motivated, is a powerful tool against this new world's attempts to dissuade him from survival.
---Ben is very religious, and will often question actions by considering "The Will of God," to determine the best course.

Weaknesses:
---Ben is not strong. He may have a rare moment where, caught in the pace and the adrenaline, may perform physically well, but this is extraordinarily rare.
---Has not had much interaction between people since the apocalypse began. Therefore, he can be considered abrasive, pretentious, and his passive nature does not win him points with the people he interacts with - good or bad as they may be.
---He is religious, which can obviously blind him to reason on occasion.

Benji is motivated by few things - he is simple, straightforward, and thoughtful. While annoying and with the capacity to act more like baggage than a companion, he is a firm friend and a fierce fighter, who knows that in this new world, everyone must find their new selves, which gives him an understanding and perspective of people and problems that is uncommon. On the other side of this spectrum, it also causes him to be naturally and unnecessarily trusting and merciful.

He was not meant for this place, but he intends to make it through, and then remake the world.

[Holly, I'm a lonely soul in the land of broken hearts.]

Name: Daniel Greyson Brooks
Age: 23
Gender: Male

Profession: Carpenter

Appearance:

Appearance Details: Daniel is a grey eyed, dark haired, scruffy looking individual, who doesn't think he's very handsome at all.
Face Details: Grey eyes, angular face, dark hair
Body Details: Very tall, slightly built, very lean
Clothing Details: Daniel usually dresses in straight cut jeans, tshirts, and his trusty boots

Personality: Daniel is a very simple man. He doesn't fuss, he doesn't take from other people, and he doesn't like people who cheat. He's always seen the world as what it was, and he's never been afraid to speak his mind and go for what he's wanted. He's brave, but sometimes he'd prefer not to be. He's confident, wholesome, and very smart.

Family: Daniel has a late mother and father, of whom he was very close to. However, he does have a sister who sees him every so often.

History: Daniel grew up in a very happy household. His mother was loving, and his father taught him all he needed to know. When he was a child, he learned to play calmly and make sure his older sister was obeying all the rules. When he was a teenager, he learned to party quietly, and knew that what mom and dad didn't know wouldn't hurt them. His father also passed down his love of wood work to Daniel, causing it to become a big part of his character. When he turned 16, he lost both his mother and father in a car accident. He had been drunk and driving with a friend when he crashed into their car, killing them both. He know lives with that guilt.

When the world went to shit, he was separated from his sister, who he knows to still be alive because he sees her around New York sometimes. He figured out how to shoot a gun and how to hide himself away and how to build something from little. He learned to keep to himself and stay quiet. He doesn't get up to much these days.

Skills: Daniel is an insightful architect, able to build anything from toys to shelter to wooden weapons. He's not bad with a gun, but is best at finding a place to lay low.

Weaknesses: Daniel isn't very good with combat. He's lucked his way out of encounters with other living people, and he's been able to wiggle out of any attacks from the undead. So far.

Other: tbw

[E L L E, It's all fun and games till someone drops the teapot]

YES YOU GUYS!!! KEEP MAKING CHARRIES! KEEP THE DREAM ALIVE!!

(...totally need to revive this group or actually get the new one started...)

Anyways, keep at it! It's so good to see people rping here again ^_^

[Holly, I'm a lonely soul in the land of broken hearts.]

No problem! Don't shut this one down, though. Becca and I have an extensive roleplay together here that we're planning to resume soon. :D :D :D

[Holly, I'm a lonely soul in the land of broken hearts.]

"Honor is simply the morality of superior men."
- H. L. Mencken

General Information

Name: Matthew L. Diamont
Gender: Male

Birth Name: Matthew Logan Diamont
Birth Date: 08/12/1988 (age 25)
Birth Place: Seattle, Washington, US

Dominant Hand: Left
Astrological Sign: Leo
Handwriting: Neat and flowing cursive.

Appearance
Matthew is armed with a lean body, one that moves swiftly and in sync. His shoulders are broad, his thighs strong, his hands quick. His darker brown hair is cropped short but long enough to have a little character to it. With a square jaw, thin lips, and dark brown eyes, Matthew looks condescending and cold, and always as if he knows something you don't. When his face illuminates in happiness or humor, you'll see his lips turn up in a sarcastic smirk, with a twinkle in his eye a bit different from the one he usually has. Matthew has a very solid appearance that can now discourage threats, but used to attract many young women- he has used both benefits to his advantage.

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Height: 6'3
Weight: 168
Race: Caucasian
Blood Type: 0-neg

Skin Color: Fair
Birthmarks: A small dark blotch on his lower right rib-cage

Hair Color:Brown
Hair Length: Short
Hair Type: thick hair that has a tendency to wave
Hair Style: short on sides and longer on top, usually styled with an effortless messy look
Eye Color: Brown
Eye Type: Deep set
Teeth: Straight and long
Face Shape: Square
Complexion: Fair
Facial Hair: Matthew shaves when he can but usually has a bit of facial hair to show off.

Health and Image
Diet: Before the virus broke loose, Matthew kept a strict diet, but now eats whatever he can scavenge, which consistently pricks his pride.
Exercise: Matthew used to keep to a routine, but no longer has the dedication or the time- he does spend a lot of time of foot, though.
Fitness: Very muscular and lean
Running Speed: Fair
Posture: Well
Dexterity: Excellent
Reflexes: Fairly good, although he can be distracted from time to time.

Vulnerabilities: Matthews sense of hearing has taken a few blows, so he has to watch his back twice as much as he would need to if his hearing was normal. He obviously can't wear hearing aids and continues to lose skill in his left ear, but can still hear quite well with his right and hasn't noticed a decrease. As far as mental/emotional vulnerabilities, Matthew's most important concern is for family- which is screwed since he has none. He also lets his heavy sense of honor intercede in most of his actions and interactions, which has been harmful to his relationships, before and after the virus spread.

Handicaps: Hearing loss
Allergies: A pollen allergy
Diseases: None
Disorders: None
Imperfections: Most of Matthews imperfections stem from his strong beliefs and the way they affect his actions. He's also very one track minded, which can tend to distract him from certain realities.
Broken Bones: Matthew has broken many bones in his life, mostly from just being careless about his body and what he did with it.

Wardrobe: When things were normal, Matthew stayed tidy. He was always wearing proper dress clothes to work, and even in his leisure time, he tended to feel more comfortable in dress pants and a tucked button up. When it was really time to relax or work out, he often wore sweat pants and t-shirts. Now he wears jeans or other heavy material pants, along with any t-shirt and/or jacket he can find, with a pair of boots he would've never been caught dead in before.
Accessories: Matthew carries a gold pocket watch that his brother gave him before passing away. Anything else doesn't stay in his bag for long.
Equipment: Matthew carries a hawk axe for close combat and escape situations. He learned how to use one from a gentlemen that had helped him escape his first sticky situation. Made completely from metal, Matthew's axe is a reliable option when he can't waste a bullet. When he can, he has a heavy, black hand pistol.
Scars: Matthew has a faint scar running across the bridge of his nose that can testify to the fact that he's broken and bloodied it a handful of times.
Tattoos: None

Voice
Accent / Dialect: American accent
Pitch: Deep
Volume: Matthew believes voice volume is one of the keys of understanding. He uses it wisely- he's loud when he wants to provoke, quiet when he wants to threaten.
Laughter: Matthew's laugh is throaty and calculated
Impediments: None

Psychology
Languages: Matthew is fluent in English, French, and German.
Vocabulary: Well
Memory: Well
Temperament: Matthew is very emotional- he is good at controlling his emotions and not letting them influence his actions, but there have been times he's let go of that control, and when he does, you can't mistake what he's feeling. When he is full of rage, he might kill just for the adrenaline. When he is full of passion, he might let himself get lost in it, just for the satisfaction.
Learning Style: Matthew is a hands-on learner. He doesn't do well with listening or reading. He'd rather be doing.
Emotional Stability: Matthew is stable enough
Mental Health: Well
Instincts: Strong. Matthew prides himself on them.

Bodily-Kinesthetic: Excellent
Interpersonal Skills: Excellent. Another thing Matthew prides himself on.

Philosophy
Religion: None
Devotion: Himself and family
Superstitions: None
Allegiance: None
Political Party: None

Morality: Strong
Etiquette: Well
Attitude: Prideful, sarcastic, dominant

Character
Primary Objective: To survive and find home and family again
Priorities: Food, water, sleep
Motivation: His livelihood
Self Confidence: Strong
Self Control: At times, weak as can be
Self Esteem: High

Biography
Matthew was raised in a wealthy home that prided itself in its social standing within the community. His parents, both mother and father, were noble, moral creatures that taught their children to be the same. His mother, Ellen, was a tall, beautiful force to be reckoned with. The only person he ever saw her submit herself to was his father. She stood tall in all things she was a part of and never let anyone tell her where her place was or what her ideas should be. She had no job, but was involved in the church and community enough that Matthew and his three brothers were home alone quite often. His father was gone almost all of time, although he was loving and noble. He spent much time at his business, where he consulted with doctors all around the state. He taught his boys pride, confidence, and gave them a will to succeed in all they would do. Matthew, along with his brothers, loved his parents much.

His three brothers were his companions. Edward, being the youngest, was his best friend. Matthew was next in age, and his two older brothers, Nathen and George, spent the bulk of their time pranking the younger two, in good fun. Matthew still loved all of his brothers so much, though, and devoted his love, time, and effort to them, just as they did him. When they would fight, they would fight hard, but they grew very close throughout the years and would let no one come between them.

Mathew was spending time as an intern at a hospital when he heard news of things. His home city was under attack by a large group of what seemed like man-eating men and women that ignored any bullets shot at them by the police. He watched in on the news from the lobby of the hospital, in great fear for his family. He tried calling, but the phones of his brothers and parents rang on and on. He tried leaving the hospital to see about them, but the building had already gone under lock-down- no one was allowed in or out. He ended up breaking out of the hospital with a group of scared patients a month later, when the group of man-eaters had grown and overtaken the police and the city, and everyone in the hospital had gone mad or killed themselves out of fear, or tried to get to their families, and instead were met with what was lurking right outside the doors. He found his family dead inside his home, except for his youngest brother, who had hidden in a closet upstairs. Edward and he then spent a year out in the world together, while the rest of the group he'd left the hospital with died one by one. He lost his brother in a violent attack from a group of the dead, not knowing if his brother had survived before he vanished from sight. The only thing Matthew has to remember him by is a small, golden pocket watch that Edward had from a young age, and had given Matthew right before they were separated.

Matthew is now alone, fighting and surviving. The only thing keeping him alive is his axe, other weapons he finds, his physical strength, and his unending desire to find his brother.

[Holly, I'm a lonely soul in the land of broken hearts.]

General Information

Name: Jane Kirk
Gender: Female

Birth Name: Jane Eleanor Kirk
Birth Date: 05/06/1995 (age 21)
Birth Place: Lakewood, Colorado, US

Dominant Hand: Right
Astrological Sign: Taurus
Handwriting: Small and scrawling

Appearance
Jane is thin and has angular features. Her face is pretty, with deep set eyes and prominent cheek bones, a slender nose, and full lips. Her body is slim, with a slight muscle definition. She stands at an average height and build.

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Height: 5'10
Weight: 142 lbs.
Race: Caucasian
Blood Type: AB

Skin Color: Fair
Birthmarks: None

Hair Color:Brown
Hair Length: Long, down to the uppermiddle of her back
Hair Type: thick hair that has a tendency to wave
Hair Style: usually messy
Eye Color: Hazel
Eye Type: Big
Teeth: Straight
Face Shape: Oval
Complexion: Fair

Health and Image
Diet: Jane eats whatever she can find
Exercise: Jane spends a lot of time climbing, and was a very avid skier and mountain climber before her days of survival. Her body shows slight upkeep but nothing serious.
Fitness: Slightly lean
Running Speed: Excellent
Posture: Fair
Dexterity: Excellent
Reflexes: Not well

Vulnerabilities: Jane is easily sidetracked and distracted. She's an amazing climber, a fine runner, and a fast learner but she lets her eyes and mind wander far too often, and sometimes that gets her in trouble. She's also very bad at being quiet.

Handicaps: None
Allergies: A peanut allergy
Diseases: None
Disorders: None
Imperfections: Jane is flawed in her survival tactic, and she trusts far too easily for her own good.
Broken Bones: None, ever

Wardrobe: Before the end of the world, Jane liked to wear floral dresses. She owned many, and always wore them about, wherever she would go. She'd pair them with canvas sneakers or heels on special occasions. Now, though, she wears a pair of jeans, and any shirt she can find. She doesn't like to wear one thing for too long for all the blood and grime the outfit gathers, but she does what she has to.
Accessories: Jane has one bag that she keeps close to her. It holds a lighter, any ammo she might collect, strips of fabric, and sometimes, when she's lucky, water.
Equipment: Jane carries three guns... A large pistol she keeps strapped to her side, a rifle she slings over her shoulder, and a very small handgun that she tucks the back of her waistband. They're useful as long as they have ammo, and she usually does a good job of finding some. When she's out of ammo, or cannot use her gun, she carries a large mountain axe that she had used to use to climb with.
Scars: None
Tattoos: None

Voice
Accent / Dialect: American accent
Pitch: Average
Volume: Jane usually talks at an above average volume, without even thinking about it. She only whispers when she's afraid.
Laughter: Jane's laugh is loud and full of emotion
Impediments: None

Psychology
Languages: Jane is fluent in English
Vocabulary: Average
Memory: Poor
Temperament: Jane is never very swayed in one emotion or the other. When she's afraid, she knows she won't be for long. When she's happy, she takes it with a grain of salt. When she's angry, she tries to rationalize. She doesn't have to keep her emotions from guiding her, they just don't. She doesn't pay much mind to them.
Learning Style: Jane is a listener. She can preform almost any task or lession just by listening to instructions.
Emotional Stability: Well
Mental Health: Well
Instincts: Well enough

Bodily-Kinesthetic: Excellent
Interpersonal Skills: Excellent

Philosophy
Religion: Jane would love to believe in a higher power, but she doesn't have enough faith to, especially not now
Devotion: Education and life
Superstitions: Jane is often led to think one thing means another, but she doesn't usually give in to it
Allegiance: None
Political Party: None

Morality: Fair
Etiquette: Well
Attitude: Self-assured, and trusting

Character
Primary Objective: To survive and procreate
Priorities: Food, water, sleep
Motivation: The desire to get to the other end of this story, where the world overcomes the virus and repopulates
Self Confidence: Well enough
Self Control: Fair
Self Esteem: Well

Biography
Jane grew up with her mother, who was single and raising Jane by herself. She learned very early that women were strong and fierce and she and her mother were best friends. She sometimes dreampt about her father, but she never got a chance to know him, as he had died right after Jane was born. He had only been married to Jane's mother for a year, and Jane and her mother missed him dearly. Jane spent her childhood in a happy home, with a love for learning and doing everything with purpose.

She entered adolescence with innocence, spending much of her time in a library, or out participating in her climbing and ski lessons. She had a vivid love for learning, and she and her mother were as close as could be. Adulthood found her with a teaching certificate, a membership in a couple of local mountain climbing groups, and a brand new job in a preschool, teaching very young children, and loving every step of the way.

Jane was at school when everything happened. The classes were evacuated and kids were sent home. Jane was on her way to her one bedroom apartment, calling her boyfriend when her car hit a virus-ridden adult man in the middle of the street. She exited her car and ran all the way home, and stayed there until her apartment complex was evacuated as well. She spent a few months in a gated community with her mother and boyfriend. They had told her and everyone else it was safe, but it was overrun when the virus spread. She's been on the run ever since and is desperate to find a group to live with.

[E L L E, It's all fun and games till someone drops the teapot]

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