Name: Dominick O'Conell

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Background: On the day of the Purge Dom was stuck in the jail cell of the local Police station, being charged with a car theft and an assault on the police officer. Of course, he thought he did nothing wrong. So, he stole someone's car, what's the big deal? The town was full of them, anyway. But while he was sitting on the ground of that stinky old cell, whistling a melody of a song he couldn't remember the name of, the weirdest thing happened. The cell door that had an electronic lock on it suddenely opened, and the station was left in complete darkness. The power was off, along with the emergency power system that's supposed to be working during a blackout. Dom didn't think about it twice, and took the opportunity of breaking out, only to find out that he was completely alone. No officers to be found, hell, no sign of anything brutal going on. Just silence. He bursted out on the streets, and faced what seemed to be a ghost town. No pedestrians, no signs of possible apocalypse... it all looked like everybody just disappeared, and he was the only one left. But why him? And where did all the people go? Was it all just a dream?

He decided to head south, boldly stole a police car (although he couldn't really steal anything if there was no one to steal from), and drove 100 miles to the nearest city, hoping its population of 300.000 people was still the same. However, it was not. The once busy city was now another ghost town. Although, taking free gas and free food at all the gas stations was pretty fun, the feeling of isolation soon began to creep in. He wasn't stupid. And as a street thug and common criminal, he knew that power was always in the numbers. Sure he was more of a lone wolf, when it came to socializing, but being alone in the crowd and being literally the only person left on this world were two completely different things. However, as he continued to roam the empty city of New Orleans, he came across a few others, who seemed to survive whatever happened on the February 22th, 2022. His knowledge of living in the streets, stealing stuff, burglaring, picking the locks, and overall enduring the brutal sides of life soon proved to be exactly what a group of confused and terrified souls needed in order to survive the New World.

Name:Rory Lamb
Age:22
Gender:m
Appearance:
Background: Rory had always been a fitness buff, and spent most of his days at the gym. On the day of the purge he was at his local gym doing reps with his buddies. Everything was going just fine until something hit Rory's stomach. He had to use the bathroom, and stat. Shortly after he had found his way to the toilet the power suddenly turned off. He cursed under his breath, this meant he would probably have to go home now, and this was how he spent the last of his time at the gym today, on the toilet. It wasn't long before he noticed for a power outage it was awfully quiet. Usually there would be murmurs, and some women who would give a high pitched squeal. He finished up in the restroom and walked back out into the gym. There was nobody around. He was confused as to what was happening and tried calling out for someone. But no one answered. That's when he stepped outside of the gym and looked around. Nobody.

At this point in time more things had raced through Rory's mind than ever had before. Questions about what was happening and how this would be resolved, where did everyone go, when will the power turn back on. He made his way back to his house that day and on the way realized he may be one of the last few people, if any, on earth. When he reached home there was no power. Immediately he began going through his refrigerator. Eating what may be his last refrigerated meal. Rory didn't know what was going on but there were two things he did know. One was how to survive, and the other was fitness. He knew what his body needed to keep it's shape, and what workouts he could do anywhere to maintain his body. With this information he went out searching for supplies. He grabbed a shopping cart and began hitting up all of the health stores in town to get as much non perishable supplements as possible. He knew food would be scarce unless you harvested it yourself now. All the refrigerated food would go bad and there would be nothing left.

At first Rory stayed close to home, creating meals out of dietary supplements and what canned and other non perishable food items he could find. Using filtered water to make powdered milk, and other powdered and dried foods. He managed to maintain but that's all he did. There was no more forward motion, no more progression. It was time to push forward, try to find someone. Because what was the point in doing all of this if he was the only person left?

After a week of not exploring he decided it was time to explore the city and see if he could find anyone else. As he explored he saw no signs of anyone nearby. Eventually he found his way into a group of people who were hiding out in the mall. Which was a smart idea, they have everything you could ever want. When Rory was first introduced it was speculated as to whether or not they should allow him to join their little group. The question of how much this guy ate arose. Men of his size had larger diets, especially as fit as he is. After talking it over they decided to let him stay because of his physical prowess, on the condition that he doesn't eat all of their food.

Name: Josh Parker

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Background: Josh had only two things that really mattered in his life. Hunting, (sometimes not in the season) and working with the dogs at the police department's K9 unit. He helped the cops train their dogs, and sometimes they let him on the shooting range for a little practice. On the day of the purge Josh was working with his newest charge a spirited young German shepherd named Bishop. After Bishop tackled Josh to the ground, he noticed that the novice wasn't calling the dog off. Wrestling Bishop of of him he noticed that he was now alone in the yard. In fact he didn't see anyone in the station. Now concerned about his only friend he rushed home still in his K9 armor and with Bishop in tow he arrived to find his hunting dog Lucy safe and sound. Taking a backpack, his hunting rifle, clothes and some meat from his freezer for him and his dogs he returned to the station to try and find someone. There he found Dominick O'Connell emerging from the station and has followed him since. Not really sure were to go and two hounds to feed.

Nevermind.