Jasmine Debnam-Carey

Nicknames: Jas

Age: 25 years

Sexuality: Bisexual

Family survived: Jace Tristan (son; 3 years) + Mila Joy (daughter; few months)

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Skills: Jas knows how to style hair and is pretty good at it. She has a flexible mind and can build useful things with anything she finds. She also learnt how to ride a horse. Though that's about it. She is not very good at sneaking or hiding. She doesn't know how to cook without a recipe and doesn't know anything about plants. But she is a passionate mother and would do anything to protect her children.

Personality: She is first and foremost a mother and her children come first. She is very realistic and takes things as they are. She easily accepts the things she can't change and concentrates on what she can influence. She is an honest person. Jas is very nice as long as you don't mess with her family. But when you screwed up once, you will have a hard time winning her trust back. Jasmine likes to think everyone is a nice and honest person until she gets convinced about the opposite. That makes her a little naive. She likes to fool around and have fun with her kids. Jasmine likes to sing to her children.

When it all went down...
Jasmine was in the kitchen baking apple pie when the bombs hit down near her town. It all went pretty fast. She knew war was on, but she didn't think they'd attack her little town.
Tristan, her boyfriend and father of her children, had come run into the kitchen dragging her out of the room. He grabbed his son and held him tight as the boy cried out from the loud sound of the go find shelter alarm.
Jas took her baby daughter in her arms wrapping her in a blanket and shielding her from the sound as best as possible. They ran out of the house and went towards the shelters.
Houses exploded leaving the citizens screaming in fear. Children were crying and elders were being dragged by their families.

Tristan was the first one to realise the enemies were heading for the shelters, attacking them while people tried to get in there. It was chaos. He pulled his girlfriend back as the whole shelter got bombed, luckily they were far enough away to not get hurt. They ran away from the city and made it out of it. Shooting was heard behind them as they both held onto their children for dear life.

Tristan didn't make it. He shielded his girlfriend from a man pointing their rifle at her and he got shot in the back.
He told her to run with the children and she did just that. She didn't wanna leave him but her children came first and she wouldn't endanger them. Her adrenaline was rushing through her veins and causing her to run to no end.

Jasmine doesn't know how she survived this whole mess. But she did. She found herself sitting under a single tree singing a song to her crying son and her little innocent baby daughter as they sat in the pouring rain three days after the bombs had stopped dropping.

And the mother sang...

"Please...help me..."


(Nickname: Candy)

-Age-
17

-Gender-
Female

-Sexuality-
Unsure (seems to like girls alot)

-Skills-
-Horseback riding
-Some marksmanship
-Knows a good amount of first aid
-Used to go on hunting and fishing trips with her dad

-Inventory-
-1 Smith & Wesson .44 Magnum Revolver
-1 Bowie Knife
-1 Canteen of water
-12 rounds .44 Magnum
-2 cans of baked beans
-1 roll of gauze bandage

-Personality-
Candy's a charming southern girl with a big heart, and she's not afraid to get her hands dirty, though she is greatly traumatized by all that has occurred to her since the epidemic struck her hometown. She can be stubborn as a mule sometimes, and often times she goes with her gut feeling rather than what someone tells her to do. She is friendly with everyone she meets, but due to certain circumstances, it's hard for her to trust others. Candy's great at holding her own, but sometimes she can become scared and confused, often to the point of panicking.

-Bio-
Before the bomb's fell, life was simple for Candace. Born into a family of ranchers, she lived most her life on a fifty acre horse ranch just a few miles outside Whitesboro, Texas, where she grew up loving to ride horses, going fishing and camping at the lake, and going hunting with her dad. She had a close knit group of friends at her school, made straight A's in most of her classes, and was just weeks away from getting her driver's license.....then it happened. News began to spread rampantly of the attacks, the most destructive hitting the East Coast. At first, Candace and her folks ignored it, thinking it was just a terrorist attack and that it wasn't going to hit Whitesboro any time soon, but as the days dragged on, Candy's optimism began to fade. She would see jets and helicopters and other military vehicles storming through her quiet little town and even past the ranch. Soldiers with guns were stationed at her school and scanning all of the students, some Candace never saw again. It was a nightmare becoming all too real for her, but she was sure the war wouldn't hit anywhere near her home, not when she lived virtually miles away from anyone....but she was wrong. One night, when Candace could barely sleep because of the helicopters thundering over her house, she heard her mother scream. Quickly, Candace darted from her bed and to her parents' bedroom, only to discover the horrible truth.

Her father had been gunned down in cold blood by soldiers in all black military gear, the very same dragging her mother out of the house kicking and screaming. The soldiers soon took after her and chased her all through the house, finally cornering her in the living room. By the way they spoke, she quickly figured out they were Chinese. The troops had her pinned to the floor and were about to violate her, until she was rescued by Jonah, their next door neighbor. Jonah helped Candace escape out the back door of the house, and across the ranch they made their way, pursued by more soldiers. Once they made it to the highway, Candace quickly turned around hearing gunshots. Much to her horror....Jonah had been shot.

"G..go..." He uttered weakly, handing his revolver to Candace, still wet with his very blood. "Run!"

And that's what she did.... sobbing uncontrollably, she ran...and kept running.

Since that horrific night, Candace has traveled far from her home, seeking other survivors or at least a place to rest safely. She took with her a small rucksack full of some essential survival items, such as a first aid kit and rations and ammo for her revolver, but what she had taken...doesn't add up to all she has lost. Her family was gone, her friends...likely dead. She had no home anymore, and with all the horror, all the grisliness, the disturbing and tragic things she has witnessed over these past few days...she had lost....her innocence...

Cold, tired, weak and hungry...she finally collapsed in front of an old gas station out in the middle of nowhere, after such a long and harrowing journey. It was here tonight she decided to rest. Maybe tomorrow she would find someone....or...maybe she would die...

-Other-
Theme: Hymn for the Missing