Name: Vivian Vanbrooke

Villain Name: The Reaper, known notoriously for killing super heroes (and non-heroes who stand in her way) and essentially owning New York City

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Appearance: Her round face and narrow golden brown eyes are typical of people of Eastern descent, and her dark hair falls straight, stopping just short of her chin. What little strength she has is in her toned legs--she lived a life on the run, after all. Her clothing of choice is mostly neutral colors: browns, blacks, and greys, not that she has A LOT of choice in the post apocalyptic world. However, the intimidation she was going for is easily lost to her size: she stands no taller than 5'3" and weighs in at only about 105 lbs. Other notable characteristics are the many earrings, piercings on the side of her nose and belly button, and the dragon tattoo that starts on her upper arm and extends to her back.

Costume Description: When it was worth wearing a costume, she wore a gas mask to hide her face and a tailed, dark coat over black. She also wore platform boots to make herself look taller than she really is. Her weapon of choice was a scythe--emphasizing her mission and message against heroes. She would rarely speak under this alias and she did, she kept it short due to her accent and gender being a potential give away to her real identity. But she has hung up her weapon and armor in this zombie infected world. No one would like her much if they knew she used slice people, and as plain old Vivian Vanbrooke, she can depend on people to take care of her in areas she's not as strong.

Power: The Reaper was known for their annoying teleportation abilities. In a poof of black smoke, they would be here and then there or there. Their best kept secret is that it was limited by their vision; if they couldn't sense their destination, they couldn't teleport there and blinding them would prevent teleportation completely. Vivian, however, does not wish to reveal her power to anyone; it's too recognizable.

Unique Traits:

• Weapon handling: most notably long arm weapons. Give her a makeshift spear or any sort of pole arm and she can fend for herself a little too well.
• Charisma: So she's a little out of it right now. But if you need someone buttered up and give Vivian enough reason to do it, she will after taking a moment to relax.

Personality: V has always comes off as pretty laid back. She can be charming enough when she wants to be, but typically isn't. She can be pretty arrogant as well--not only does she think she's better than pretty much everyone else, she believes she's smarter than them, too. And while she can be cunning, she can easily underestimate others. Her strengths lie in her street smarts, charisma, and independence. On the other hand, working with others is a chore. She's also attracted to danger and the unknown--it interests her.

Post Outbreak, she's having a little more trouble being chill. She's on edge, paranoid, and tends to go for sarcasm before charm these days. She of course still believes herself to be God's gift to mankind and will put herself before others. And she still hasn't really learned to work with others, but she has no problem sitting by and letting them do work for her. Everything considered, it's probably easy to get a "bad vibe" from Vivian, but she's careful not to adhere to social expectations and not step too far over the line.

Mental State: Less than intact. The stress of having to deal with what's left of society without taking on her Reaper persona is difficult for her. She's almost always worried about what would happen if her identity was discovered, but she simultaneously doesn't believe anyone in backwoods country Kansas to be smart enough to figure it out.

Pre Outbreak: Vivian was born across the Atlantic to a pair of dentists in southern England. All her youth, she was pushed toward education and tradition when all she wanted was to explore and experience the world. Instead of continuing to higher education, she skipped out and followed her at-the-time boyfriend's band to America. However, the band broke up, then they broke up, and Vivian was alone in a foreign country. For a few years, she bounced between jobs trying to make a living.

When her powers developed, all that changed: she took what she wanted and no longer worried about where her next paycheck or meal was coming from. Super Heroes however, didn't quite like that. So she donned a secret identity and would continue her antics to lure heroes out...only to kill them. When that became too dangerous, she stopped playing bait and would simply sneak an attack on a hero when they let their guard down--usually right after they "saved the day" or some shit like that.

Her influence had grown so much that she only needed to show up to a bank or store and she was left alone to take what she wished. Life was great.

Post Outbreak: Then zombies came out of left field to mess up the perfectly good thing she had going. Of course, if it wasn't the outbreak, a brave and powerful hero may have finally stopped Vivian, but she's pretty convinced only something like this could bring an end to her reign.

When the outbreak began, she knew it wouldn't be good for anyone but she kept to herself, watching from the sidelines. However, when heroes started turning and passing their powers on, she knew she had to get involved. It was kinda her specialty, after all. So, reluctantly, The Reaper joined the battle against zombies--earning a temporary truce from heroes that remained--but there was only so much they could do.

When the war was loss, The Reaper disappeared again. And Vivian began her travels in post-apocalyptic America. She moved toward Kansas City from New York by jumping between settlements, usually avoiding ones with heroes, and mooching off the community to survive. However, at the first sign of bad, she would continue west again. When she came across people who thought they were better on their own, she would kill them without a second thought and take supplies that needed.

Her pattern continued and now here she is, in Kansas City.

Name: Lillah Lawson

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Appearance: She has a straight, boyish figure and a short haircut to match. Although lean, she’s muscular as well: her limbs are toned and the beginnings of abs sit at her mid drift. However, she doesn’t really go out of her way to show off her rectangle-esque physique, save for her arms since–when she’s not wearing a coat or sweatshirt–she prefers tank tops and other sleeveless tops. Under said tops, she typically wears a sports bra. Her skin is dark olive in complexion and her eyes a light brown. Her hair is dark brown, as well, and stops just short of the bottom of her ears. She has a long-ish face, high cheek bones, and a sharp nose. She stands at 5'8" and weighs in at about 140 lbs.

Unique Traits:

• Athletic: in high school she ran a lot track and after graduation she turned to strength training as well. And now in Post Outbreak world, extra time that she would've spent laying about playing video games is dedicated instead to keeping up with her work outs.
• Guns: she didn't know shit about weaponry going into the post outbreak world, but her dad taught her a lot. Including...
• Hunting/Preparing meat: Give Lillah your dead rabbit and she can make ya some stew. It won't taste super good--she was taught what to do in post outbreak world so she puts nutrition and practicality above taste.

Personality: Lillah has always been the loner type: she’s silently broody and keeps to herself. She’s angry by default and isn’t very patient with people–but has developed the self-control to deal with them despite. Her sense of humor is lacking and she’ll roll her eyes before she laughs. She’s a person who’s hard to get to know and doesn’t show much interest in getting to know others either. She’s brave, but not stupid, and very independent. She believes she knows how to take care of herself, and therefore has trouble accepting help from others. Once one does get to know her, they’ll find that she’s extremely loyal and protective.

Post outbreak, she hasn't changed very much. She's a little harder on herself since surviving means more than struggling to go about her day to day life. However, she feels she has more purpose; she carries herself a little more confidently despite struggling with depression. While she still isn't the most patient or empathetic when it comes to others, she at least makes the effort to work with them. She's also learning that while it's good to help others, it's okay to accept help too.

Mental State: Lillah is dealing with post outbreak life oddly well; to her, the world was kinda shit anyway even with heroes flying about it. Only now she doesn't have a steady dosage of anti-depression pills, so she might seem a little lazy to others and has even more trouble staying motivated.

Pre Outbreak:
Lillah doesn’t remember, but she was taken away from her birth parents quite early because of infant abuse. The orphanage she was briefly raised in believed the trauma to be the cause of her introverted nature, for even when she did come out of her shell, she was often rude to the other children and caretakers. Still, she was happily adopted by a couple by the name of Lawson, who probably felt a little bit like they could "fix" a problem child. They didn't, but she was at least happy and they loved her all the same.

High school was tough on her and it's when she was diagnosed with depression. Even with psychiatric therapy, she struggled to care enough to do little more than pass. So come sophomore year, she added track to her list of activities—but not willingly. The school and her parents both thought it could help her. And admittedly, it did. There definitely days where she would have preferred staying home and playing video games, but track helped her feel better and look better, boosting some confidence in herself.

Regardless, adolescence was a struggle for a Lillah and the emergence of super heroes and villains had her angsty ass rolling eyes. "Super powered freaks? This can only go well," she would bitterly comment.

Post Outbreak:
Between the three of them, Lillah's mother was the first to go. The zombies tore her apart before turning was even an issue, overrunning their suburban home. Without much of a choice, she and her father fled and began to struggle to survive. He was a veteran and they were both physically fit. This and their shared emotional disconnect is what allowed them to live so long with just the two of them. In quiet moments, they would grieve over the lost of her mother and their home and their life, but most of the time they were alert.

It was one night while Lillah was supposed to be on watch that she drifted into sleep. She had usually done well, but the stash of anti-depressants she had grabbed when they fled had run out and the sadness and sleepiness was more than she could take. Her watches had always been so quiet, too, that part of her figured it was just fine if she nodded off for a moment...

She awoke to a gunshot and before she could take anything in, her father and her were fleeing again. Only when they finally found shelter again, it turned out he had been bit. Not having much time after, he gave the gun to Lillah. Again, both of them had always been emotionally distant as individuals, so the time was awkward and sad, but they tried. In the end, he was just starting to turn when Lillah had to shoot him to protect herself.

Lillah did alright on her own for a while, but the stress and exhaustion that came with constant vigilance alone caught up with her. When the others found her, she was playing musical chairs with a few zombies, stopping only to shoot at them. But again, being so out of it, she slipped up--nearly getting bit before being saved. So she's stuck with them since and is doing a lot better.

Name: Tod Crawdford

Hero/Villain Name: MinuteMan

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Appearance: Tod has what many would call a somewhat bland face-his features almost indistinguishable when among a crowd of any amount. When staring at him eye to eye (no masks involved) many would first notice his rough and seemingly constant five O clock shadow quickly followed by his baggy pair of hazel eyes. Like most people in this new world he has the somewhat gaunt appearance of a man who hasn't had a full stomach in quite some while. Much like his facial hair he keeps his head buzzed short to a fine stubble that somehow compliments his haggard appearance. Standing at just under six feet tall he often carries himself with his shoulders and back hunched slightly forward; as if trying to hide something from his fellow survivors.

Costume Description: Pre Outbreak Tod sported a rather foolish and cheap looking costume that consisted of mostly whatever inexpensive matching black shirt and jeans he could find-after all he was working on a public teachers budget and any costume material was prone to ripping. Adding to the horribly gaudy outfit was a dark red cape that came straight out of a comic book, the large flowing piece of cloth leading directly to his matching leather facemask. The mask, which left his whole mouth and chin exposed, consisted of the same darker red that was his cape-the only difference being that his facemask actually consisted of a fine dyed leather.

It took a literal apocalypse to finally kill off his outdated look; these days Tod is often seen wearing simple blue jeans and a T shirt along with a crusty looking brown leather jacket. He does however continue to wear the leather facemask of his old costume, the well worn face piece doing a good job of hiding his (now well known) identity.

He also proudly wears a homemade pin on the collar of his leather jacket that contains the image of an hourglass.

Powers/Unique Traits: Tod possesses an odd albeit mighty power. All he has to do is close his eyes and focus; the results being an immediate surge of an unknown power shooting through his body that grants him various abilities such as enhanced strength, speed, strengthened skin, and the ability to leap ridiculously long and high lengths. The catch, however, is that once his power is activated he only has a mere 3 minutes until he returns to the state of a normal man-unable to reactivate his 3 minutes of power for yet another three minutes.

Personality: Pre outbreak- Prior to the spread of the virus Tod was a rather laid back and somewhat outgoing individual. Always the type to lend a helping hand and the first to say a genuine compliment he was the kind of person most people would have labeled a “nice guy.” He was also a rather smart guy that new how to handle a joke despite his inability to be truly funny.

Post Outbreak- Within the last month Tods personality has done a complete 360; these days he is extremely withdrawn and quiet-even when if the company of others. He has also become rather short tempered, especially when it comes to people trying to get him to open up or asking for help.

Mental State: Currently Tod has been on a steady mental decline since the start of the viral outbreak. He has been self medicating with alcohol and pills to keep his massive depression hidden from the rest of the community. He has also not been sleeping.

Bio: Pre Outbreak: Born and raised in one of the smaller suburbs of Kansas City Tod was raised like most middle class kids from his generation; that is to say more often then not the TV was his babysitter. From a young age not only did he love the ideas of super powered individuals long before they were a reality but he would also watch and read literally anything on the subject. Like so many of the heroes he read about in comics Tod soon came to genuinely believe many of the things his brightly clad role models so cheesily represented in the short 16 page books: Ideals such as honesty, integrity, loyalty, bravery-and above all else defending the weak.

In his teenage years these traits had slightly begun to get beat out of him-quite literally on some days, bullys often targeting him for his peculiarly good behavior. Because of this he spent most of his highschool years either by himself reading or hanging out with a handful of individuals that stuck more together out of necessity then friendship. College however had been a completely different story; Tod quickly finding his groove in not only the social scene but academically as well. Turns out school was a lot easier when the kids that didn't want to be there were in fact not there. Best of all about college life though was that his genuinely friendly personality seemed to be widely both accepted and popular; before he knew it he had more genuine friends the he ever had in high school.

It was his second year into his four year degree when his powers first manifested during a time when heroes, villains, and super powers in general were still a laughable thought and not a serious concern to the public. With this reality shattering realization Tod was one of the first heroes to hit the streets of Kansas City; garnering a little media attention in his early days he was quickly overshadowed by other men and women with much flashier and awe inspiring powers that began to emerge shortly after his own heroic debut.

This didn't matter to Tod though-the thrill of cleaning up the streets and stopping any sort of crime he encountered while wearing a costume...well, it was a childhood dream come true that he couldn't resist: it didn't matter if anyone knew who the hell he was or not. He just wanted to help people afterall.

For the next two years it took him to acquire his teaching degree he would study and attend class by day and then spend his nights moonlighting as a hero under the name Minuteman. Most often he dealt with petty criminals and robbers-if he was (un)lucky he would sometimes run into a powered individual commiting crimes, often times these encounters resulted in fights and chases that tested all of his skill.

After graduating he quickly got a job as a sixth grade history teacher-both his vast academic record and teacher references allowing him to score a rather decent position at a public school no to far off from where he actually grew up. He took his teaching assignment just as seriously as he did his “Night Job” while at the same time bringing his own unique and friendly touch to both careers. Twice a month he also donned his complete costume and attended Childrens Mercy hospital-although most kids couldn't look at him and name who he was it was still rather apparent he was a hero, the realization of which was enough to cause most of them to break out a smile and some giddy laughter despite how bad they felt. Bringing light to the bleak place was one of his favorite pastimes.

Post Outbreak: At the start of the outbreak Tod honestly thought there were mass riots going on-a collective mass populace seemingly fed up with how things were. When he actually saw his first zombie though he knew this completely wasn't the case-especially when he actually had to crush the damn things skull to kill it. It was literally like something out of a movie.

Horrified at the truth of what was happening countrywide Tod set out on the streets determined to help anyway he could-donned completely in his Minuteman outfit he made a bee line for Childrens Mercy on foot (to many stalled and abandonded cars filled the road.) He figured the hospitals would need help the most, no doubt taking patients among the growing madness. He arrived to a scene that was only escalating in chaos but nonetheless threw himself into the fray-setting up a blockade outside the building he did his best to fend off the seemingly endless sea of dead that was being drawn towards the constant gunfire the cops were producing.

Eventually though the hastily made blockade was overran and the ensuing events still haunt Tod to this day; the sound of children crying prone to sending him into mental breaks.

Name:Avery Jackson

Hero/Villain Name: The Bushwhacker

Age: 47

Gender: Male

Appearance: No one knows what Avery looks like under his mask and armor-no one within the community has seen him without his mask and armor on.

Costume Description: The bushwhacker was famous for patrolling the meanest streets of Kansas City with nothing but a loaded ammo belt and a fearless attitude, often stalking the night it wasn't long before criminals actually feared the man with a no mercy policy. His original costume consisted of a full jet black tactical vest along with full body Kevlar armor-level IV plating-all the way up to his neck. Outside the armor is a fastened shut dark black duster that drapes down to his combat boot encased feat. A jet black cape hangs from his shoulders, the exact same midnight black as his armor mask and duster. His most famous feature is the skin tight leather gimp mask that hides every feature of his face-two large holes cut to the exact size of his dark brown eyes. These days he has ditched the cape and duster, giving his expensive armor clad body a somewhat alien appearance.

Not known for mercy The Bushwhacker always carries two coal black .45 semi automatic handguns, a sawn off 12 gauge shotgun, and a grenade belt. Not to mention the dark black utility belt that hugs his waist, the compartments full of various tools.

Powers/Unique Traits: Although not super in any regard Avery is extremely smart, physically fit, and an expert in a wide variety of militaristic and criminal subjects. He is also a crack shot and trained in many forms of hand to hand combat. He is also extremely rich.

Personality: There is honestly not a huge difference between pre and post outbreak Avery personality wise. Always rather private and to the point in regards to other people he has become increasingly paranoid since the start of the Outbreak, most likely the result of his original group of survivors being decimated under his watch.

Mental State: Extremely paranoid and untrusting.

Bio: WIP

Name:
Kennedy “Kenny” Montgomery

Hero/Villain Name:
Freeform

Age:
26

Gender:
Female

Appearance:
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.

Costume Description:
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.

Powers/Unique Traits:

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.

Personality:
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.

Mental State: 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…

Bio:
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.

Name:
Liam Karston

Age:
22

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
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.

Unique Traits:
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.

Personality:
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.

Mental State: 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.

Bio:
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.

Name:David Loss

Hero/Villain Name: Black Flag

Age:26

Gender:Male

Appearance:David is a young well fit guy in his early twenties. His clean shaven face holds a sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and deep emerald eyes. Atop his head is choppy jet black hair that he tries to keep swept back. His skin has become a darker tan than what it used to be from living a more active lifestyle.

Costume Description: Black leather trenchcoat with a simple gray mask covering most of his face

Powers/Unique Traits:
Pyrofaker: able to control existing fires and flames
Med school drop out: knows how to patch up most wounds
thrill of the fight: At times he seems to improve in battle the longer it lasts

Personality:
Pre: David was almost always looking for either a good fight, or trying to keep track of the local supers, be they hero or villain. Some considered him to be unstable psychopath, witch is probable somewhat true, but he had a small amount of good in him.

Post: Now he tends to be more odd than a psychopath. Having to deal with fighting some of the people that he consider close has put him under a bit of mental stress. He distracts himself with thoughts of the present, though you can't hide everything behind a mask.

Mental State: below normal

Bio:
Pre: David was born in Oklahoma City. His Mother was a politician, and his Father was The CEO of OG&E(Oklahoma gas and energy). He spent his younger years leaving the good life. Even though he was somewhat spoiled he manged to turn into a well mannered young man. When he found his ability to control flame David was in his first year of collage. He tried to live a double life, using the hero name Burning Hope and wearing a gray mask so his parents wouldn't find out. He managed to pull it off until his parents died during a fight between a hero and villain. This event changed him, making him slowly care less about good vs evil.

Eventually he dropped out of collage and found a group of supers, called The Associates, that shared his way of thinking. Joining with them, and changing his hero name, they would fight with the side they believed should win. Though he wasn't as powerful as others in the group he did his best to find ways to keep up in a fight. He would study powerful supers and look for ways to take each of them down in fight. Doing this didn't help his sanity, but he was hard to beat in a fight if you where a widely know super.

After a year with the group he left, stating that it wasn't his speed anymore. He still picked sides, but he tended to pick based on what would be more profitable for him. If a villain planed on trying to wipe the city off the map then he would jump to the hero's aid. Though he could go the other way, siding with the villain if he would get something he wanted from the endeavor.

Post: At first David wasn't bothered by the outbreak. He would help the heroes protect civilians, while taking what loot he wanted from now abandoned buildings. His first month of the outbreak was like this, until the group of supers he worked with found him. They had managed to not only all get turned, but also hunted him down. It was the fight of his life. For days he fought and ran, most the heroes in the city had moved away with the civilians. Though a few villains managed to lend a hand for a little bit, but they didn't stay long.

Eventually a very powerful hero group saved him. They managed to kill two of the five of them. The other three disappeared during the fight, but are rumored to be in Mexico. After the fight David roamed around the Midwest. The fight with his ex-associates had finally made him realize how much the world had changed, and how bad of a state the world was actually in. At some point he joined up with a small group in Kansas City, maybe it was time for him to start doing something.

Name: William Shoemaker

Hero Name: The Maker

Age: 65

Gender: Male

Appearance: William is a grizzled old man, his large frame adorned prominently by large muscles formed from years of hard labor. He was a construction worker before his powers awakened, but as a hobby he was a blacksmith. As such, even now, he is usually found brandishing tongs, a hammer, leather gloves and apron, as well as a metal mask. Below his leathers and his mask William is completely bald, the stubble that grows unchecked from time to time is stark white, same as his eyebrows. All of his years in construction and around the forge has given William a little bit of a wheeze, that when aggravated by heavy activity throws him into a coughing fit. He has a few tattoos, most of them hidden from plane view except for the anvil on the inside of his right forearm. He served in the Army during the end of Vietnam.

Costume Description: The Maker wears a black welding mask, heavy leather apron and gloves almost all the time. Under these he wears a white wife beater and heavily worn and soiled denim pants. His profession in construction has him wearing steel toed boots, he never kicked that habit.

Powers/Unique Traits: The maker has the unique ability of understanding how things work. He can look at something that is broken and figure out how to fix it, or use its components to make something else out of it. He is a real life MacGyver. On the same token, he can also understand exactly how to destroy something. While not entirely sure how this works himself, people speculate that this is a sort of telepathy.

His unique knowledge of the metallurgical arts and construction make him indispensable amongst the small community of survivors, and working as a foreman gives him the experience needed to step in and make decisions when it is needed. Due to his time in Vietnam he has a decent understanding of ambush tactics and improvised weaponry.

Personality: Pre-outbreak William was a generally happy man, but his work and choice of hobby left little room for jocularity. He was a no-nonsense kind of guy, but every once in awhile he would throw out a one liner and get everybody in the room rolling with laughter... just long enough to tell them to get back to work. Even at home and amongst friends he was rather stoic and withdrawn, but he would do anything for anybody if it meant helping out.

Post outbreak WIlliam didn't change much. Though the jokes come fewer and farther in between, and he seems more angry than happy. He found himself a niche in the small surviving community putting his skills to good use in making life just a little bit easier by fixing and repurposing things found around town. It is in this small action that he finds any joy today.

Mental State: William is a strong willed man, but much of the joy was taken from him early in the outbreak. The first Zombie he had to dispatch was his own daughter, Gloria.

Bio: Pre-Outbreak William started off as a construction worker who was a blacksmith on the side as a hobby. He eventually came to be a foreman on the construction jobs. When 2008 rolled around William was just starting to think about his upcoming retirement when suddenly he came to realize that he too had developed one of these powers. The power itself did not manifest itself like shooting lasers from his eyes would, so at first he didn't even realize that he had a power but once he learned that he had it he started using it just to tinker on his smithing projects. Later, when he started to understand the extent of his abilities better he started to invent things, or improve on existing designs in ways that shouldn't have been possible. In his garage forge he smelted alloys that high-tech labs couldn't even dream of. He got so popular that he was even approached by other 'specials' to craft things for them, weapons or armor or parts of their outfit.

When the outbreak occurred, it was so far off that even the maker didn't understand what was happening. His daughter had called in a panic, something about her husband and that she was coming over but just as she was about to pull into the driveway to their house someone lost control of their car and smashed into the vehicle. William didn't need his superpower to understand that there was no way she could have survived that impact. He understood all too well, however, when her broken form pulled itself from the wreckage and shambled his way towards her. He immediately knew what it was he had to do. Despite this, he delayed the inevitable, when she drew closer still and became agitated he knew he had no choice but to either defend himself, or join her in living death. With his long tongs in his hands he reached out with them and grabbed her by the throat trying to hold her at bay. When finally no other solution presented itself he reached into his belt and withdrew his black iron hammer and brought it down on her temple. He folded down his welding mask to hide the tears that streamed down his face as he walked his way down the road, releasing the damned from their waking death.