Name Here: Kaite Marie

Age: 21

Gender: female

Equipment: Her service dog, a carved stick she uses for walking, and a lighter that her mother gave her.

Skills: Has extraordinary hearing, and has worked with animals since she was a small child. Because of this shes often been taken on hunts as support.

Personality: Kaite is a soft spoken woman with a calming presence, usually seeming as one that can't exactly be approached and usually vanishing into the icy world around her. She likes listening to people rather than speaking, trying to list personality traits in others instead of letting them know about herself. When shes with animals however she tends to open up far easier. Those who know her say that she is sometimes like one herself in the way that she can often find when something is bothering someone shes close to, yet instead of asking whats wrong she would simply sit with them without saying a word for hours.
Be careful, if she is betrayed it would be near impossible to ever get close to her again.

History: Pre ice age

Kaite was pretty much born blind. Her retinas not fulling developing soon died after birth due to the absent colour from her being albino. Because of this her parents wanted her to be in the family business in horse training more than ever so that she could have a normal life and stay close. Taking to the animals at a young age she was armed with a fresian stallion fondly named Loki and took the horse world by storm in dressage and trick riding. As she grew older she was being set to take part in the Olympics only for the lands to start to get so cold that farms were freezing and arenas were taking in any animal they could to keep them from a horrid death. Yet as thing gotten worse and worse she had to listen to the whimpers of the creatures that trusted her with their lives freeze to death until one day a worker trying desperately to stay warm set the barn on fire, her animals escaping from the barn only ran across the frozen river, breaking beneath them and freezing all of them, Loki included inside.

ice age:
Her family home freezing over all Kaite could do was strap her dog Mischief a Tibetan Mastiff that others told her was black in colour in his harness. Her mother giving her a lighter and bundling her up as they set through the ice with a group of others, swapping war stories. One of the travellers gave her a long carved stick so that she could walk easier.
As they neared the mountains though Kaite found out she had a new use. The snow absorbed so much sound that she was able to hear animals before others could see them. Eventually it gotten to the point that she would point and call out an avalanche. Her parents leaving with a large group to go find food left her behind, only for the young woman to raise her head, the sound of rampaging snow cascading down the mountain side causing her to realize that her family was dead.
Being left inside a small shack to stay as warm as she could Kaite had no idea what else she could do. Yet her dog Mischief had other plans, standing outside he stayed loyal, the snow broken by the sound of his booming bark till someone heard him and came through. Finding Kaite, alone, cold, and unable to leave because of her eyes she was offered to ether come with him to a camp or stay there to die.

Mischief

Alecia Mallaway

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Equipment: A small hatchet, 10 feet of rope and a backpack with an extra pair of boots in it.

Skills: Very good at talking to people and she is an avid runner, giving her a high metabolism.

Personality: Alecia is quite a nice person, however she has a twisted side. Alecia can get along and hold a conversation with about anyone in her surrondings. Alecia knows that to survive, sacrifices have to be made. She is not afraid to get a little blood on her hands as long as it provides safety for her group and her herself. Alecia has been known to be a quick leader, however her ego gets in her way quite often.

History: Alecia was born in a small city of about 300. She grew up outdoors with her father, learning to tie knots, climb trees, start fires and so on. The older Alecia got, the less and less she talked to her dad. When Alecia was 18, her father died in a car accident, Alecia was devastated and went into a phase where the only thing she ever did was run. She joined her city track team and was way on her way towards the Olympics, until the cold hit.

After the world froze, Alecia knew she was alone. She had a small group, it was her and four friends. Once they were walking along a path when a major avalanche had struck, the group of five tried getting out. They didn't realize it, but they had all split up. Alecia was alone. She used the skills she had to survive for awhile, she tried to think her friends could be alive, until she found them. One by one she found dead body after dead body. She once again felt the way she did when her father had died. Alecia returned to running, but this time, it wasn't the same. It was memtally running, hiding from her problems. She lived alone for about two weeks until she found a camp and started to raid it, she was found and was held at gunpoint. Her choice, live or die. After awhile she joined the group that she lives with today. Alecia, still being very social dosen't make bonds with people, knowing they are going to die any day now.

Miles is mostly unassuming in appearance, especially in the Ice Age where his small 5'6" frame is bundled up under layers. However, he's recognizable by his (usually foggy) glasses, cold blue eyes, and the premature grey streaks in his ever growing hair.

Equipment: Hat, scarf, gloves, another scarf, winter coat, and a bookbag. Inside the bookbag, a notebook and various pens and pencils he has found along the way. He used to have books, but those have been burned for warmth.

Skills:

• Plants, but they're mostly dead. However, what little life they do find, he can identify as safe to eat, good for medicine, or not so good for anything.
• Not opposed to cannibalism, not that he's said so.
• Okay he doesn't really have skills. But you wanna know something? Ask him.

Personality: While he's friendly, it usually doesn't take someone long to get a "bad vibe" from Miles. Although he's small and less than intimidating in physical appearance, his eyes are cold and his smile knowing. He doesn't really intend to be so off putting, but it does give some insight into the layers of his personality: he doesn't care much about others. His work, his well being, his intellect. These are things that are important to him. People? Not so much. However, since he is not an idiot, he understands that he cannot survive in this apocalypse alone, and he respects when others can do things he can't.

Interacting with Miles is usually an awkward experience. Pre Ice Age, his human interaction was limited to school and work, which allowed him to keep his communication short and practiced if not intellectually stimulating. Now? This is all completely out of his league and he appears incompetent among the group; and he doesn't even have the Internet to escape to anymore. So while it isn't always apparent, Miles is easily anxious and stressed out.

Pre Ice Age:
Miles was born into wealth as the only son of the Hemlocks, the family responsible for much of the technological advancements of the last 20 years before the Ice Age. And while this is great all, allowing him to be well equipped with the latest, greatest, and "buggiest" technology, he was never into it as much as his father was. Miles found gadgets that made life easier important, but when he went to college, it was for environmental sciences: he majored in environmental biology and minored in biochemistry. When he graduated, he ditched the family business to open a simple flower shop--The Tilted Tulpid--which doubled as a source of income and a place of research as he worked on furthering his schooling.

Come August 2030--he's still doing research with a focus on botany. News that the next two years will be a mini ice age was irritating mostly. Plants can grow in artificial conditions, so Miles had begun arrangements to prepare his next few years of study 100% indoors. However, he had always been intuitive, and a feeling of dread encouraged him to follow this strange climate change closely--as closely as a graduate student could anyway.

And when the snow threatened to fall too much to shovel or plow, he knew he had to ditch his work and home or freeze to death, trapped inside.

Now:
He didn't do too hot outside. Miles didn't really even find the group; they found him. He was shaking in his boots, struggling to cook what he predicted to be his last meal, when his small...fire was spotted. Miles had never been excited to see people in his life. Ever. He offered what he could as far as he had--the books for potential fire and his knowledge on whatever organic food they could find. Maybe they took pity on him or figured there wasn't enough meat on his bones to eat him yet, but either way, he was accepted into the group.