Name: Sergeant Silver 'Sif' Fox

Age: 24

Appearance:

Gender: Female

Family: Brother (Alive), Mother (Deceased), Father (Deceased), and then two uncles and cousins, as well as a nephew, in Scotland.

Personality:
-Positive
-Doesn't back down
-Exploitative
-Serious when needed
-Militaristic

Bio: Silver used to fight quite a bit before she decided to apply for the military. Silver managed to join the British armed forces as soon as she was able, as an attempt to put the fighting and squabbling she used to do to use. This led to her eventual recruitment into the SAS, and she soon passed the requirements of being promoted to a sergeant. After a few operations, Silver was granted some weeks of leave, and she chose to use them in Philadelphia.

Job Before The Outbreak: British SAS (Special Air Service)

Relationships: Paul Garrett (Colleague and friend) (Discussed with Datadogie)

Disability/Fear: Entomophobia (Fear of insects), Atomosophobia (Fear of atomic explosions)

Weapon of Choice: HK MP5 (Though, she obviously won't start off with one.)

Name: Corporal Paul 'Hotshot' Garrett

Age: 22

Appearance:

Gender: Male((Gender is obvious, do you have a penis or a vagina? :P ))

Family: Brother (Deceased), Mother (Alive), Father (Deceased), an uncle, auntie and cousin.

Personality:
-Daring
-Loyal
-Friendly
-Jokeful

Bio: Paul was one of those people that saw the military as a source of income rather than being a militaristic person. Once in, he served for a few years before passing SAS selection. After some time serving with them, he was granted leave. After discovering that his fireteam leader, Silver, was going to the same destination as him, he decided to party up with her during their leave.

Job Before The Outbreak: British SAS (Special Air Service)

Relationships: Silver Fox (Colleague and friend) (Discussed with Datadogie)

Disability/Fear: Helminthophobia (The fear of being infested with worms)

Weapon of Choice: HK MP5 (Obviously, like Silver, won't have this at start)

Name: Andrew Ball

Age: 21

Appearance:

Gender: Male

Family: mother and father both are dead already

Personality: A very quiet person, who keeps to himself. Very loyal to his friends. Prefers not to pry into people's past or what they are thinking. Known for being a very serious person. matter of fact type person. prefers to either be alone or in small groups. If in a large will tend to either be behind everyone or scouting ahead.

Bio: Before the outbreak Andrew was a violinist. He played in a small band that was starting to get popular. On the weekends he was a auxiliary police officer or a volunteer one. He helped at the station whenever he could. Since he was a police officer in a large city they trained him with the weapons of the police force so he could defend himself and others if necessary. His parents died shortly after he graduated high school. During that period he was crippled with grief and depression. It took him many months to come out of it but eventually he did.

Job Before The Outbreak: Violinist, auxiliary police officer

Relationships: (anybody wanna be friends?)

Disability/Fear: Andrew is scared of heights, spiders, clowns. Smoker

Weapon of Choice: Gonna have to say an assault rifle if he finds one if not then a hunting rifle (semi or bolt)

Weapons of choice:

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Size: 6'1

Physical Shape: Michael's body is well taken care of. At a healthy weight, and broad-shouldered, he has a muscled physique, that comes with years of eating meat and vegetables, handling rowdy animals, and drawing bows taut. Hunting has garnered him a steady food supply over the time of the apocalypse, so starving has never been something that he has really experienced at this day and age.

Age: 25 years of age.

Family: Grandpa - Doug Wesley ;; Grandma - Mary Wesley ;; Both are alive and healthy for their older ages.

Personality: Current Personality: As of right now, Michael is a respectful, hard-working young man with a good, smart head on his shoulders. He is usually busy, so he doesn't seem to hav emuch time for talking and lollygagging, but if you get him at a time where he isn't running errands for his ma or working for his pops, he can engage in conversation, with a natural charm that comes with being raised up right. He is a mature guy, but has no qualms about having fun and such. He is rather protective, and will stand up for those who are treated wrongly for no good reason.

Will, over the course of heavy survival and such, develop into: Michael can come off as unapproachable, but that's mainly because he tends to be a bit on the quiet side, having spent ample time thinking and mourning - thus making silence something he is intimately familiar with. While a bit cold-shouldering, Michael is a very down-to-earth, realistic man, calloused from witnessing the deaths of his loved ones. Focused on the task at hand, and mature, Michael can take on a leadership role rather easily - although he tend to be a loner, due to the fact that groups can easily limit mobility and survival chances. He isn't secretly evil, and is a naturally humane person. If he sees someone in trouble, there's a high chance of him helping. However, as stated before, he's realistic, and if there's no chance in Hell of them being saved without major loss on both sides, he will move on, albeit with a heavy heart. These trying times have made him merciless in certain situations, and he no longer hesitates to end the life of a human, if that human poses harm or threat to him or anyone close to him. Serious, and focused, Michael's first rule of survival is...'Survive'. Although he may not seem it at first, there are rare times where Michael will let down his guard and laugh/joke, but it's extremely rare. With close friends, he may let down his guard a tad, and crack jokes or engage in some type of banter, but don't expect it to be an often thing. Even then, him getting all laughy and hyperactive is a no-go.

Occupation: Hunter/farmer by trade, lived in the country with his grandpa and grandma. Sold animal fur/meat to a large hunting shop in Philly.

Equipment: A light-weight, heavy-duty backpack, a multi-tool, a scarred lighter, a small flash-light light, and a wallet - containing some money and a picture of his grandparents. Will also most-likely pack dried meat and water.

Weapons: His future weaponry consists of: A worn, yet highly-maintained and sturdy recurve bow, a leather-wrapped quiver with self-made, sturdy arrows, and a sharpened utility knife. His arrows are reusable, which he makes great use of, and is virtually silent;; It's rare that you would see him with a gun. The utility knife is strapped securely to his pants, and the bow is latched to a strap on his backpack; easy access. The quiver is peeking over his right shoulder, strapped to his back. A solid, light-weight crowbar is strapped to the other side, opposite to his canteen.

Background: Michael had always been raised to be a humble, hardworking young man. Born in a country home, in a plot of land where the forest was cut-off at, hard-work was always a part of his daily life. Cutting wood for the fire, tending to the cows and pigs, and going hunting with his grandpa, deep within the woods...that's how his life was. His mother was single, and had died giving birth to him, leading him into the custody of his grandparents. He didn't mind;; to him, those two would always be his real parents, no matter what. He was taught his studies by a hired tutor, and was taught how to be a man by his grandfather. He speared fish in the lake behind their home, he rode horses down the dirt trails, he helped build sheds and different contraptions for the animals and vehicles, and, the most fun of all, he hunted animals with Mother Nature, selling the fur and hide in the market whenever they went down into Philly - which wasn't often. When all of this happened, Michael and his grandparents knew nothing of it. They were getting old, and it was up to Michael to provide for the family;; he did so efficiently and immediately, spending his time roping the horses, tending to the pigs, chickens, and cows, and hunting deer, boars, and hogs in the forest.

Recently, he has taken his grandpa and grandma down into Philly for a time in the city. Just so that they can experience it a bit more, since they tend to keep to their farm.

Other: The stuff in his weaponry and equipment slots are all things he has at his home, which he will eventually get/wear once shit really hits the fan.

Name: Scott Carter

Age: 39

Appearance:


Wearing a jacket with the CDC logo on the front and the letters ERRB printed on the back.

Gender: Male

Family: Jill Carter (Wife, 37, deceased), James Carter (Son, 18, deceased)

Personality: Hard working, dedicated to his job, compassionate, friendly, caring

Bio: Originally born in Chicago, Scott moved to Philadelphia with his parents at the age of 15. He scored top of his class in Biology and Chemistry, earning him a scholarship to Stanford University to pursue studies in Medicine. Graduating with a B+ earned him a job at the Stanford Health Centre. It was here that he met his future wife, Jill, a receptionist at the hospital. When he got offered a job working with the CDC as part of their Infectious Diseases Branch, Scott moved to Philadelphia, bringing Jill with him. After a couple of years in the city, they had their first child, James. Jill left work for several years to focus on parenting. When James was 11, Scott enrolled on a CDC training course for outbreak containment and recovery. After completing the course, he got a job working with the CDC Emergency Response and Recovery Branch as an Emergency Response Specialist. At the time of the outbreak, Scott was manning a screening checkpoint in central Philadelphia.

Job Before The Outbreak: CDC Emergency Response and Recovery Branch (ERRB)

Relationships: TBD

Disability/Fear: Fear of heights, loss of control, fear of open water

Weapon of Choice: Small handheld pistol, i.e Glock 17