Name: Nobody knows and she never say. Once she was called "Trinket" and ever since then she introduce herself as such.
Age: ~24
Gender: Female

Lifestyle: She tries to stay close around "safe" groups but most parts she's a solitary scavenger/nomad.

Weapons: She carries two shivs as tools/weapons, one out of glass and the other a filer.

Skills: She can read a little but she can't spell. She has great topographical instincts; she knows where to hide and find items, knows how to get to inaccessible areas, knows hiding spots and places safe to rest. She has practical tracking knowledge; she won't be able to tell you what game came about, but she would be able to tell you the general direction it's going. She has good hearing but slightly poor vision. She's not strong or a fast runner but she compensates with greater endurance and her topographical instincts.

Unusual Traits: She has a split (lower) jaw due to mutation. She can't close them physically leading her to have sloppy stitches to keep it together. It doesn't serve a function asides from being a liability. The mutation brings other undesirable side-effects, such as increase salivation and acidity* which gives off a distinct smell. Chewing is also a problem hence she only drinks liquid or fine chopped pieces she could simply swallow.

Appearance: She's skinny and of average height but her stature makes her look shorter than she really is. She has long light brown hair but time and dirt made it muddy. Her eyes are light brown. Her clothing articles are in different state of decay and are either holed, torn or haphazardly patched up. She wears a hiking vest over a hoodie, jeans, mismatched rubber shoes and carries a sack around. She uses anything to keep her lower face covered, especially among others.

Brief Personality: She's wary and on edge, always ready to bolt if she suspects trouble. She avoids talking due to her mutation, she speaks with a spitty accent.

Background: She's an apocalypse baby hence she knows nothing of the old world. She's currently trailing a nomadic group for the past few of months. They know who she is and welcomes her from time to time but it really depends if she has something to barter. (Personally, I would like to explore and reveal her background as the rp goes on.)

*The acidity of her saliva won't burn through skin, it might irritate but it will never burn skin. It only helps her digest food since chewing is hard for her.

EDIT: August 14, Added a picture and change her description slightly, she has long hair instead of short now (to suit the image).

Name: Marcus Williams

Age: 42

Gender: Male

Nomadic or sedentary: Sedentary, leads a small settlement.

Weapons: Machete made from an old mower blade, Old revolver

Skills: Before the apocalypse, he was studying law at a renowned college. He's something of an intellectual, although the apocalypse has hardened significantly. He has extensive knowledge of the old world laws, and since the fall, has studied up in subjects ranging from electronics to agriculture, as well as some black smithing and plumbing. He isn't much of a fighter, but his people skills are strong, knowing how to lead people to the conclusions he prefers.

Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: He has slightly heightened senses, which serve solely to sense pheromones in the air. This allows him a sort of empathy, so he can sense when people are angry or agitated, even when they don't otherwise show it. It also allows him to manipulate his own pheromones to subtly manipulate others. These mutations manifest as tumorous-looking bulges around his nose and cheeks, which he passes off as just that; tumors.

Appearance: He is tall with thin, dark hair. His face would be almost handsome, if it weren't for the numerous pea-sized tumors on his face. Wearing a relatively intact suit or casual dress clothing, Marcus tries to appear well kept, although that's difficult in the new world.

Brief Personality : Charismatic and optimistic, talking to him belies a certain intelligence, and most are drawn to him as a leader. It is also generally well known that he is self-indulging, although his followers don't seem to mind considering how well he has kept their settlement together.

Background: Born to a well-off family, Marcus spent most of his childhood at a private school, where he was considered gifted and well spoken. As a teenager he grew an interest in law, and worked with his lawyer father to learn the ins and outs before enrolling into law school after graduating. There he was surprised to find he was no longer one of the best and brightest, above average at best. He worked hard and long to surpass his peers, and eventually became well known to his professors.

After WW3 began, Marcus tried to continue his studies to the best of his abilities. However, shortly after bombs began to fall, a nearby city was targeted and the college was evacuated, forcing Williams to flee and find safety. He and a small group of his friends stuck together for a few years, suffering through what felt like the apocalypse together, dying slowly. They lived as bandits, preying off the weak and doing acts they regret. Marcus assumed a sort of leadership position after their previous died in an attack by other bandits, leaving only him and three others. They stumbled on a small settlement shortly after, and posed as merchants to enter the small fortified building.

What they found surprised them, and they soon settled down. His friends continued to die off, soon leaving only Marcus, and he grew to be something of a local celebrity, teaching the few children around and building a library. Eventually their previous mayor died of dysentery, and he was elected their new leader following a brief election. He runs the growing settlement of seventy people, settled on an emerging trade route.

Alone or with someone: With a good sized group, although some are children and sickly.

Other:
The settlement, named Rampart, has around seventy people. Around half are too young, old, or infirm to be of much use beyond keeping watch or assisting in the fields. The rest work fields full time and keep watch. Their armory is scarce, and they rely on pikes and bows heavily.

Name: Quest Abbott

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Nomadic or sedentary: Sedentary

Weapons: A self bow and arrow, and a hunting knife.

Skills: Though nowhere near an expert, Quest is proficient in the arts of tracking and hiding one's tracks. He's a strange mixture of agile and clumsy, able to climb trees and start up a swift run with ease, though also tending to bump into objects and lose his footing, resulting in him tripping. Due to his small body size, Quest lacks any natural strength, though years of bow shooting, running, and climbing has helped counter that, though he still wouldn't hold up in much of a melee fight. Quest is quite a good shot with his bow due to his heightened perception, which makes him a great hunter. Able to keep light on his feet and quiet, and can be quite swift for being such a small size. Can read and write to a certain extent, though can't do much in the ways of mathematics. Though not stupid, he's not the sharpest tool in the shed either. Able to skin most animals with ease. Quest isn't very endurant and can't keep up a run for very long.

Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: Quest has heightened perception allowing him to spot many things that another would not, this shows in his unusually large eyes.

Appearance: Quest is short, standing at a mere 5'2 in height. He's small in figure and isn't very muscular or any of that. He's slight in width and has sloping shoulders. Quest has medium length red-orange hair that's cut unevenly and hangs just above his neck. Unusually large, light green eyes. For clothing, Quest usually wears a long-sleeved hooded jacket that's way too long for him, nearly reaching his knees, and a pair of baggy cargo pants along with ankle high work boots. Always wears a rabbit-foot necklace.

Brief Personality: On the outside, Quest is rash and reckless, not thinking about the consequences of his actions. Quick to anger and assume, Quest can be seen as arrogant. He's open-going and adventurous, always curious about his surroundings, a trait that often gets him into trouble. Though on the inside, Quest is different, self-conscious to a fault and hesitant when it comes to important decisions. Stubborn.

Background: Quest was born five years after the events of World War Three, the cruel world blackened by war being all that he knows. Growing up in a little settlement trying to salvage civilization, Quest never knew his real parents. No one ever knew who his real father was, birth was too much for Quest's mother, resulting in her death. With no one else to take care him in, it then had to be decided whom would be the boy's provider. A grizzled old hunter volunteered for this duty and decided to take the boy in as his own.

The hunter, Al, raised Quest in a rough, though caring household. He was unforgiving when it came to punishing the boy, though he always looked out for him. Quest grew up learning the ins and outs of hunting and tracking, learning to provide for himself and others. Though the physical work wasn't kind to Quest, he pushed past his limitations and kept on going. It was from Al that Quest adopted his resolute nature, vowing to never give in.

Quest was always an explorer, often escaping from the settlement to explore the lands outside. This often led him into trouble, accidentally venturing upon all kinds of dangerous creatures. Alas, it wasn't the creatures that ended Quest's peaceful life in the settlement, it was humanity. It was when Quest was 15, off on one of his little adventures outside the settlement, that he saw smoke coming from the distant direction of his little town. By the time that Quest had made it back to the village, it was too late to do anything. The settlement had been pillaged and destroyed, the inhabitants left maimed or dead, left to the unforgiving nature of the land around them. Al must of caused some trouble for the bandits, for he had been tortured and bound on a stake in the direct center of the town. He was long dead when Quest got there, and there was nothing he could do for him, nor any of the other villagers. Quest was alone, his entire world cascading down around him.

For the next six months, Quest has survived in a small pre-war shack set at the end of a forest, living off the land. Though hunting is dangerous and resources are rare, and Quest is having a hard time. It won't be long until this cruel world takes him, whether beast or starvation be it he does not know.

Alone or with someone?: Alone

Other: Nopes! :p