[hider=Kennedy Montgomery "Freeform"][b]Name:[/b]
Kennedy “Kenny” Montgomery

[b]Hero/Villain Name: [/b]
Freeform

[b]Age:[/b] 
26

[b]Gender:[/b]
Female

[b]Appearance:[/b] 
Kennedy has tanned skin that shows the native Cherokee blood she acquired from her mother’s side of the family, giving her a soft glow that halos her year-round. Accompanying the permanent tan is dark brown hair of the devil’s cake variety, falling in long waves past her shoulders and cascading to the middle of her back. Kenny’s jaw is sharp and her chin is square, with grey eyes that sit above high cheekbones. She stands at a moderate 5’5”, weighing in at a muscular 135lbs thanks to years of physical activity. 

[b]Costume Description:[/b]
Kennedy was never fond of the idea of needing to wear a costume, but when it came down to it, she settled on a grey and orange spandex suit (albeit cliché) for the suits ability to change shape when she did so as well. Her face was covered with an orange mask, and her feet left without shoes. The less restriction she had, the easier she could transform. 

[b]Powers/Unique Traits:[/b]

Shapeshifting: The power to transform and reshape the form of one's body.

Athletic Proficiency: A lifetime of sports turned into a professional career and coaching has resulted in Kennedy having an excellent physique and hand-eye coordination. This skill, developed with multiple team and individual sports, contributes to the ability to think and respond quickly to a constantly changing environment. 

Archery: An odd and perhaps little known skill in today’s society of AR’s and Sigs, Kennedy has training with compound and traditional bows thanks to her mother’s persistent nagging about being involved in tribal activities.

[b]Personality:[/b]
Pre-outbreak found Kennedy on better times. She was naturally a cheery girl, with an excited spirit and unnaturally optimistic outlook on the world. Not a care in the world crossed her mind, she lived for the moment and wanted to take on the world. She was fiercely loyal to her friends and family, and had her entire future planned out ahead of her in great detail. She saw the good in everything, everyone, and was always willing to help those in need. 

Post-outbreak, Kennedy has turned more cynical and sarcastic. The eternal optimism that she once held has now been replaced by a bleak sliver of hope that she holds onto with everything she has in her. While her extreme loyalty has not faltered, the amount of trust it takes to earn that loyalty has increased exponentially. Kennedy still sees it as her duty to help those trying to survive this grim situation, but she isn’t as gratified by her actions as she once was. 

[b]Mental State:[/b] Kennedy has maintained a fair amount of sanity. The biggest hit to her mentally has been on her personality, not her cognitive ability. She holds onto the hope of pulling through, the hope of a future, which seems to keep her from going insane. For now…

[b]Bio:[/b]
Pre-Outbreak: Kennedy grew up in southeastern Kansas, born to an Okie pipeliner from Tulsa and a Cherokee woman from small-town Coffeyville Kansas. The family settled in Wichita after her father found a job with an oil company and her mother with the city. They had the stereotypical southern family life, momma and daddy worked while Kennedy went to school. It was early on when Kennedy was introduced to the sport of soccer. At first, she was a little skeptical. After all, it isn’t exactly the most common sport around the Midwest. Plus, for a tomboy like Kennedy, she’d rather be playing football with the boys. However, it didn’t take her long to settle in on the pitch, taking to the grass like she was born to be there. This passion followed her all the way into high school, where puberty was kind to her and suddenly all those boy-friends wanted to be boyfriends. 

She used sports to make her hardworking parents proud, and to pave a way for the future that she knew they had planned for her. It took a lot of hard work and time, and even a move to the big City so that she could spend the last two years of high school playing on one of the best club teams in the state, but she earned herself a scholarship to play at the University of Kansas. Sports had given her so much in her life already that Kennedy decided to make a career out of it. Majoring in Sports Science and Education, she graduated four years later and, after a brief stint in Europe as a professional player, she returned home to become a high school coach. 

She landed a job at Shawnee Mission North High School in Kansas City, and began her coaching career there. 
It was only a year after that when she began to experience a change with the onset of her newfound powers. While some turned villain, it followed with her natural disposition to use her new abilities to help people. It was odd at first, but she soon grew comfortable in her changing skin and was even comfortable with the attention it brought upon her, the satisfaction she gained from helping and being heralded as a “hero” meant the little girl from Kansas made something of herself after all. 

Post-Outbreak: After the outbreak of the virus, Kennedy did everything she could to help, along with the others of her kind. It was difficult, though. The entire country was in a frenzy, and it became harder and harder to determine who to help as man turned against man in favor of survivor of the fittest. With no discernable direction to take, Kennedy decided to pursue her own self-interest as well. After all, she hadn’t been able to make contact with her folks since the first signs of the rabid things in the state… But, that little voice in the back of her head was still there even after she had decided that it was every man for themselves. She couldn’t turn her back on these people, especially not in KC. She might not trust everyone, but that didn’t mean she was going to leave them to the beasts, either.[/hider]

[hider=Liam Karston][b]Name:[/b]
Liam Karston

[b]Age:[/b] 
22

[b]Gender:[/b]
Male

[b]Appearance:[/b] 
A traditional military “high and tight” haircut shapes a head of light brown hair. His jaw is square and sharp, with a broad nose and thick lips. His face used to be kept clean shaven, but in the few weeks since the outbreak, he’s found little time to find a razor and mirror, resulting in a fair amount of dark scruff accumulating around his face. He has green eyes that have a swirling of teal about the edges, just enough to give him a twinge of brightness to warrant a second glance. Liam stands at 6 foot even, broad shoulders and moderately muscular limbs to keep him from looking too lanky. 

[b]Unique Traits:[/b] 
ROTC Training: Liam has experience as a college ROTC Officer. While this doesn’t qualify him as having full military experience, he does have basic knowledge gained through the two years of training he did with the Naval program.

[b]Personality:[/b] 
Pre-Outbreak Liam fell in line as a young man in need of guidance. His personality was dominated by a troubled childhood that followed him into adulthood. While this caused him to act primarily depressed and see little good in hardly anything, there was a part of him that still remained soft and kind behind a calloused exterior. This is the reason for him joining the ROTC program, his personality demanded a sense of purpose and leadership. After joining the ROTC, he began to refine himself into a better young man. He developed a better sense of responsibility, action, and leadership.
 
Post-Outbreak was where everything that had been revealed for Liam had nearly been lost. He has reverted back to being withdrawn and untrusting of others. Even in the few weeks since everything has gone to hell, he has lost almost all the progress he has made to come out of his shell. He rarely speaks, and that’s if he even finds another survivor to speak to. The part of him that still believes in leadership and honor helps those he comes across, but the other half sees him slipping away in the shadows at the first chance. 

[b]Mental State:[/b] Almost to the point of paranoia or schizophrenia, his reluctance to trust others and keeping only to himself have caused a smoldering mental breakdown. Paired with his youth and the amount of shit he has seen, he is slowly withering away.

[b]Bio:[/b] 
Pre-Outbreak: Liam was born in the small town of Walker, Louisiana. He would like very much to say he had a normal childhood of little league football, family vacations to the beach, and a dog named Winston. Sadly, that wasn’t how it went for him. His father was a drunk and abusive bastard, and his mother, bless her heart, had to pop any pill she could find just to keep from being conscious enough to remember all the shit Liam’s father did to the both of them. The poor boy had the unfortunate luck of being the man’s punching bag when the whiskey hit him too hard after a long day. He lived like this until he was 11, when someone finally reported it and he was taken away by the State. 

It was then that he was taken to the Big Easy, placed into a foster home in New Orleans where he would spend the rest of his childhood hopping in and out of foster homes around the city. He eventually finished high school, and had somehow managed to keep on top of his studies and get out on his own and make it to college. It was here that he remained withdrawn and callous, going to parties and slipping up a few times with the law until his advisor suggested the ROTC program for him. Liam had never had a steady figure in his life, and he didn’t think he needed one, either. Still, it provided another couple thousand dollars’ worth of scholarships just for enrolling, so he took it up. Much to his surprise, it was just what he needed. The training and discipline forced upon him caused him to change his ways, and it really helped him. He came out of his shell and became a more social and respectable young man, looking towards his senior year to earn his degree in Psychology. 

Post-Outbreak: Liam was just seeing things in a better light when everything seemed to crumble around him. Granted, he didn’t have any family to lose to this vile plague, but the little he did care about was soon lost as the few friends he did have were soon turned into walking freaks that had to have their heads blown off. The first few days, he barricaded himself in the barracks at his university, but when his best friend knocked at the door, beckoning for him to let him in he had no choice but to tear down and allow it. Little did he know, his friend had been bitten, and was in the first stages of turning. Confused and deranged, he begged Liam to help him. It took every ounce of courage he had to take the Sig from his hip and place it to his best friends head, pulling the trigger. 

The sound of that shot echoed throughout his mind for the next week as he wandered aimlessly. At first, he gathered all the supplies he could and shoved them into his truck, heading out of the city he had grown to love and driving with no purpose. Luckily for him, he was able to raid the ROTC supplies before heading out, carrying plenty of ammunition and rations with him. Eventually, he found himself in Kansas. How? He did not know. His truck was bloodied on the front from plowing through hordes when he didn’t have it in him to spare a bullet, and his face now carried a tired and ghostly look about it. For the last week or so, he’s been wandering about Kansas City, just trying to survive.[/hider]