Dana Point group:

• Ethan Blackledge - Josephb
• Alex Teixeira - NPC
• Walter Pierce - Died
• Kathryn Monroe - Belle
• Nikki Hyatt - Wick
• Ten Thousand (Krystal Marsh) - NPC
• Jason Hunter - Aerandir
• Chris Donovan - LPFan
• Rey Grace Blackwell - Kurai Assassin

Democratic group at San Clemente High School:

• Alex Hill - alexfangtalon
• Erin Hyde McGarth - Demonic Angel
• Camyllia Akins - Aintitfun1997
• Ollie - NPC
• Sadie - NPC
• Mitch - NPC
• Jefferson - NPC
• Haru - NPC

Raven and her mob

• Vincent James McGarth - Demonic Angel
• Raven McGarth - NPC

San Clemente Recreation Centre

• Leanne Connor - Wick

Convicts and Guards in San Mateo Correctional Facility

• David Carter - Josephb

Characters on their own:

• Rowena Leigh - Died
• Whitney Ambrose - Died

Name: Camyllia Akins ( Camy or Lia)

Gender: Female

Age:10

Birthplace: Lexington Kentucky

Appearance:

She usually wears her uncles green flannel (its her good luck charm) over her tank tops, she always has on jeans and hiking boots

Personality: Smart, Observant, Stubborn, Persistent, Strong, a bit of a hot head

Occupation before the breakout: School and sports (Archery and softball mostly) and during the Apocolypse she was a helper to most people (except for doing laundry)

Skills: Like I said in her "occupation" she is good with a bow and she has a killer swing with a bat, she has very good at using whatever she has around to her own needs or others.

Fears: Silence, Clowns, and big muscled men with suits (long story)

Equipment: Backpack with water, some jerky, a can of corn and a knife her now deceased uncle gave her. Her softball bat and a bow with no arrows and last her soft ball.

Group:San Clemente group

History: Camyllia was born in a barn (literally) and was named after her grandmother. She grew up in her down-home town of Nicholasville until she was 6 and was moved to Capistrano Beach with her uncle after her parents went bankrupt. She lived there happily until the apocalypse broke out she lost her uncle on a run but was able to get to the center of Dana Point. Camyllia was the kid that would help load for supply runs and unload the stuff from supply runs as well she basically became everyone's little helper as best she can anyway. When Dana Point got attack she watched some of her friends get eaten before finally doing something. She had ran to a store she was staying at and grabbed her stuff before booking it out of the death trap.

Blitz:

• Can construct houses from his previous job, makes him useful for knowing how to build different things like stable defences and repairs.
• Has been practising with the bow since being at Dana Point, so he knows how to use a bow but isn’t truly amazing with it yet.
• He can usually befriend someone pretty quick who he doesn’t know through his charm alone.
• Naturally good at driving.
• Is very good in a fist fight.

• He doesn’t know how to live off the land, so he can’t make fires without a lighter and doesn’t know how to hunt.
• He is claustrophobic
• Being alone.
• Struggles with leading people because he doesn't want to let anyone down.

Name: Kathryn (Kat) Monroe

Gender: Female

Age: 22

Birthplace: Eagle Ridge, Nevada

Appearance:

Personality: Kat can seem cold at times, but she is just reserved. Even before the outbreak she didn't like to rely on people or let them be a major part of her life because in her experience they move on after a while and leave. You get one chance with her and if you give her BS she will not only call you on it she will not let you forget it. But where her baby is concerned she is the exact opposite. Kat is warm and loving towards her baby, almost like a split personality considering how she responds to everyone else. Try to hurt or take her baby, you will wish the walkers had gotten to you first.

Occupation before the breakout: Blackjack Dealer at the Diamond Casino in Las Vegas

Skills: persuasive
excellent BS meter (cuz of calling bluffs and spotting card counters on her former job)
quick reflexes (again, former job)
knows a few pressure point moves but is not an expert fighter
can fire a gun and is an average shot

Fears/incompetencies:
she will do anything to keep her baby safe and if her baby is in danger she tends to not think clearly making her rush into things blindly
has a temper and can get loud when angered
quick to judge people
not very forgiving
can be cold and doesn't seem to like people, but doesn't want to be alone

Equipment:
Bag with a few baby supplies (a bottle, a pacifier, a few baby clothes and makeshift diapers, ect)
small pocket knife
canteen
matches
a change of clothes
crackers and jerky
small mirror (for signaling)
hair brush (handle is broken)

Group: on her own in an abandoned house

History: Kathryn was born to a Russian immigrant mother and a dead beat alcoholic father. Her mother died from sickness when Kat was a teenager and she hasn't seen her father in years. The move to Las Vegas was a good change from the moderate sized town she was born and raised in. She got a job quickly as a dishwasher at the Diamond Casino. She worked her ass off and the boss noticed, promoting her quickly because of her hard work and dedication to the job. She moved up in rank to waitress and bartender before switching to the floor. She has been a blackjack dealer for over a year and is excellent at her job, knowing how to flirt to keep the people in their seats but having a steel spine to make them leave when they were no longer wanted.
She had very few friends, no romantic attachments and no responsibilities to anyone but herself and she liked it that way.

Then one night a handsome man with an accent to die for sat at her table. He impressed her with his bluffing and his kind nature. They talked and she found herself telling him things she hadn't told to people she'd known for months let alone hours. After hours of playing, talking and drinking she found herself inviting him back to her room...

The next morning she left before he woke, leaving only a note to thank him for everything and enough money to cover the drinks he had bought her.
Nine months later she got the results of that one night stand : a beautiful baby girl with her father's blonde hair and sweet nature. For the first time in a long time Kat found herself loving something more than herself. When the outbreak happened she swore to do anything to protect her baby. And she has...
She thinks about Grace's father sometimes, wondering where he is now and if he is still alive. She dreads the day that Grace is old enough to wonder where he is and asks questions that Kat can't answer.

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Kat's baby girl - Grace

Name:Erin Hyde McGarth & Clara Jekyll Moon

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Birthplace: Dublin Ireland

Appearance: Erin Hyde McGarth has fire red hair. She usually wears a cross with rose vine, necklace her mothers. There's a Jekyll and Hyde tattoo on Erin's right arm. Her dual eyes will help become a key clue to which personality you are facing. They're blue (Erin) and green (Clara) but only one will be opened. This girl usually wears black clothing or at least something dark.

Personality:Erin Hyde McGarth- This side is not really outgoing. Erin is kindhearted wanting to help those in need then herself. She's very trusting to others. This side will do pretty much anything to show her loyalty to people. Erin is hardworking and tends to take on more then she can handle.

Clara Jekyll Moon- This side is rather cold towards others. She doesn't trust anyone around Erin. In her own mind she's the only one who can save the other side. This side is very possessive over the other, in a twin sisterly way. Violence is the main way Clara goes unless the person knows Erin well.

Occupation before the breakout: High School Student

Skills: • Basic Chemicals- Erin is the daughter of a scientist. After her father's death she was trying to follow in his footsteps. Since Vivian worked trying to keep them in a home the girl was shipped to a school. There she took as many science classes as the school would allow her.
• Notes- Erin has a habit of taking notes on what she sees. This has been help full to her group so far it would seem. Mostly though it's to keep track of the undead to help future scientist find a cure.
• Basic Aid- Her Aunt was a nurse for the hospital in California. She taught Erin how to do basic first aid in case of on emergency. This helped in many scenarios when Clara came out.
• Close attention to details- Looking closely this girl can figure out the details. If something seems off she can usually spot it. This was due to helping her dad with his notes.

Fears/incompetencies:Erin Hyde McGarth- •Borderline Personality Disorder- Erin can be the sweetest girl and in an instant become rather violent. This disorder can't be cured leaving her wishing she was different. Most times she would hurt whoever was around and regret it afterwords.
•A real Jekyll and Hyde- Impossible as you think it maybe this is true. The cause was just like the story only it started as a personality disorder. Clara was born as her aunt was bitten. Fearing the life of her niece Vivian told her niece to run to the high school. Later on throughout the months the darker side had become another person. Though the things in the book doesn't happen to her except the personality switch.
•Clara Jekyll Moon- The darker side of the coin. Violence is all this side knows. Wanting to protect Erin and keep her safe, Clara tends to go too far. This frightens the better side very much.

Clara Jekyll Moon- •Death- This is the main thing Clara fears. Not the death of herself but for the better side. When one dies so does the other, so Clara will do whatever it takes to keep Erin safe.
•Relationships- She worries what it would mean to lose someone. That and having another person inside you usually makes realtiinships hard.
•Darkness- this is all Clara remembers when she first become a person. This was because if the ruble the girl was underneath after an explosion.

Equipment: Backpack- Cloths, basic medical supplies, bullets, and water bottles
Knives on belt- Smith & Wesson HRT12B, BLACKHAWK! Nightedge

Group: democratic survivor group south of Dana Point.

History: Doesn't talk about it.

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Name:Vincent James McGarth

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Birthplace: Dublin Ireland

Appearance:

Personality: Vincent's personality can only be described by one word; Lucifer. He's kind and charming towards those around him. Patient about setting a time line for goals. Most would see the perfect person to work for at first. This is due to him never showing his true colors until the time is right. Once a deal is made you better hope and pray you never go back on it. The phrase hell on earth basically explains what would happen.

Occupation before the breakout: Irish Army Ranger Wing (ARW)

Skills: • Information Gathering- Information is worth a lot now and days. If he hears news about a dual eye colored girl he makes a deal to protect them. If Vincent has information that the others need he trades it for either supplies and weapons or men.
• Marksman- This guy is a really great shot. Mostly due to his training as an military personal. That and all the walkers around provide excellent target practice. No one will be able to get rusty by the time this ends.
• Organized- As the new mob leader he has to be much more organized. This helps with strategies, protection details, as well as deals to be made. Vincent still does some of the dirty work himself but he also allows others to do it for him.
• Quick- He was taught to be quick on his feet. This helps in a world like this. It also helps move everything they gather into a hidden case and move out before either survivors and walker came in.
Fears/incompetencies: • Deals- Vincent can never resist making a deal. He can make the deals sound to good to be true. In reality they really are. What is the payment? Your life in the palm of the man's hand of course.
• Family- This is the one weakness Vincent has. Capture one then he'll listen to you're requests and even let you get out alive. Capture both then the guy would surrender everything he has to save them. Just one problem comes with that if you harm either of the or both he'll kill you where you stand.
• Sways- The guy tends to sway while humming an irish lullaby. If one complains about it he beats them or throws them to walkers. Fear keeps mouths quiet and attention on what they need to do.

Equipment: · Big Duffle Bag- Gun wise: 12 Gauge Shotgun, mp5, Clothes, very little ammo, some packaged food, couple bottles of water
Pants Belt: Beretta Cheetah

Group: Raven and his mob

History: Vincent's mother and father met by chance. Though if you ever asked her it was faith. They were still dating by the time the woman found out she was pregnant and at the same time his father had proposed. The woman assumed he was trying to do the right thing which made it harder for her to dump him. The young woman raised Vincent on her own telling him that his father didn't care about him which drove the kid to play chess constantly to avoid his problems. The day that he found out his father had married another woman was when he started hanging out with the wrong crowds.

At the age of 19 the young man was apart of the Irish Mob. His job was a Money Shark which helped him learn the ins and outs of the business. The guy took care of every dirty thing they asked. The one mistake he did was let a kid go. Who would have thought when the kid looked inside his eyes he would see his twin sister. Which his mother took back to her home in California due to needing the care. The young man was 23 when he was caught beating on a gang member to gain a financial lost the family had received. So he was given a choice either join the irish army rangers or go to prison. Vincent chose the army leaving his former life behind.

After finding out he had a half sister and she was in California he asked for an honorable discharge. It was finalized just a few days before the outbreak in California but by the time he had arrived troops were trying to block the place. This was in attempt to keep the infection away from the rest of the world. Eventually this was impossible an everything hit the fans causing him to renter the life he left. Now he leads about 12 men all armed with his sister as his right hand man. The 11 men were all military before everything fell apart helping Vincent protect those he makes deals with along with the trying to get his family together forever.

Name Krystal Marsh - formerly. Ten Thousand - currently
Gender Cis Female
Age 17
Birthplace Sheridan Montana
Previous Occupation High School Drop-Out | Hunter
Personality Before the apocalypse, Krystal was quiet, but never as quiet as she is now. She doesn't speak very much, letting her actions speak for her, though she doesn't often have someone to talk to. More often than not she's memorizing everything she can, counting her steps wherever she goes and learning the tells of those around her. She pretty to look at some days, but not exactly an approachable person, seeing as you're more likely to get shot than talk to her. A locked vault, she carries secrets as if they could save her life - in which some cases they can - and rarely speaks about herself. The hope in her eyes is dying, her willingness to forgive. Her disgust in humanity was bad before, it getting worse the mosre people she see's. If she was the last woman on Earth, she wouldn't give a damn. In a world where it's all about seeing tomorrow, there's no one more important than herself. Fuck the moral compass.
Occupation before the breakout High school student

• Huntress; Krystal, having been born into a rougher life than most, learned how to fend for herself at an early age. She understands nature, the balance and hunting better than she understands most people. She is capable of building snares, and tracking down prey animals.
• Accuracy; Over her life she has learned a variety of ranged weapons, including Sniper Rifles, Bows and Slingshots. It's rare that she misses her target either, as how evenly she times it with the wind.
• Observation & Calculations; Gifted in mathematics and psychology, this young woman has a gift for learning, but mental math is her specialty. She knows at a touch how fast the wind is going, at a sight how large something is. It has always been a skill of her own, though not one she oft used outside of hunting. She counts when under pressure or anxious.
• Auto-mechanics; Her older brother made it out of their home, working at an auto-shop where he taught her all he could about cars, trucks and everything else that moved on wheels. This was how her love of motorcycles was born.
• Sleight of Hand; Growing up as a thief, she has mastered the illusion and discretion of thievery. Picking locks, pick-pocketing etc, fall beneath her skill tree.

• Thunder; As a child, most of the traumatic events in her life happened either on rainy days or with voices that later thunder would remind her of. She enjoys the rain, and loves watching the clouds and lightning - it's the sound that she fears.
• Trust; Krystal finds it difficult to trust other people, especially with her own safety and equipment. As well when someone trusts her she feels the intense urge to destroy that trust - often she succeeds.
• Failure; "Failure is not an option"

• Compound Hunting Bow
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• Crossbow
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• Arrow Quiver: 27 Arrows
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• Bowie knife & Sheath
  Bowie Knife [+]

  
• Barrett .50 Cal Sniper Rifle
  Sniper Rifle [+]

  
• Flatbed Pick-Up Truck with Bed Cover
  Truck [+]

  
• A box of assorted food
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  • Two(2) jars of Peanut Butter
  • One(1) jar of strawberry jam
  • Two(2) jars of raspberry jam
  • Three(3) cans of tomato soup
  • One(1) can of beans
  • One(1) box of generic brand salted crackers
  • One Half(1/2) box of stale gram crackers
  • Four(4) cans of corn
  • One(1) sealed bag of trail mix
  • Ten(10) cans of various canned meat
  • Two(2) pounds of fresh fruit picked from bushes recently found
  • One(1) container of powdered milk
  • One(1) box of granola bars
  • Nine(9) bottles of Gatorade
  • One(1) one liter(1L) water bottle - currently full
  • Two(2) cans of pineapple
  • Five(5) cans of coconut milk
  • Three-Quarters(3/4) bottle of olive oil
  • Seven(7) boxes of cereal - all kind of stale
• Ten(10) feet of steel chain
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• Three(3) gas canisters
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• Two-man tent
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• A dufflebag of clothes
• Two(2) bathtowels
• One(1) bottle of body wash
• Three(3) jugs moonshine & two(2) bottles of vodka
• A woodcutting Hatchet
  Hatchet [+]

  

Group Loner
[center]History

The young woman passed by the front of the church, haired pulled back in a loose ponytail, jeans stained with grass and blood, holes in the knees. Her gaze was downcast, avoiding looking at the people gathered in front of the building. She didn't want their scorning looks to be met. Ignore them, she told herself, but every Sunday she could feel their judgmental gazes following her as she passed by the front of the building. Perhaps she could have taken a different route, or gone out on a different day, but it was the most efficient path to the marketplace. The animal corpse slung over her shoulder, dead but not broken, clean save for a single thing: it's left eye was missing. This time it was a fox. Last week it had been three rabbits. The week before that a young doe. Whatever it was that she carried, it was her dinner that night and money in her pocket. She turned a corner, soft pale green eyes lifting as the religious folk lost sight of her, her pace slacking. She was not beaten, not truly. Not by them. It would only be a little while before she could leave home finally. Only a little longer until she was free.
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The rev of the engine alerted her to the presence of a man outside. Not just any man. Her Brother. He was here? Why? She looked out the small window, broken as it was, to see him loading things into his truck. He called her name, but she didn't respond right away. Taking a quick glance back at the locked bedroom door she called over to him. He ran to her window, not wanting to alert their parents - assuming they were awake and sober. He looked concerned about something, though she couldn't see what it was before he thrust a dagger into her hand. "I'll be back at midnight. Stay safe."
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She looked out the window, seeing the full moon high in the sky. Not quite midnight. Kyle was never late. Head snapped to the side at the sound of a latch coming undone, the door violently swinging open. She never heard the words that came out of the mans mouth, only saw the fist he made and felt it smash into the side of her face. Why would he come back? She was already locked inside! She must have blacked out at the next hit, because when she opened her eyes the man was on top of her, her clothes torn. He was fucking her already. Tears stung her eyes, a cry in the back of her throat. She would not give him that victory. She bit her tongue, fingers digging into the sheets. She smelled moonshine on his breath again. He looked at her, saw her defiance, hit her harder and flipped her onto her stomach, pinning her against the mattress. He shoved her face into the pillow. Every thrust pushed her closer to the edge, wanting to die, to stop feeling anything. His grip relaxed, her hands slipping free. He grunted. She faked a moan she knew he would like. Her hand dipped beside the bed, fingers finding the handle of the knife her brother had left her. Finally. Freedom.
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A gunshot woke her again. Another one. Wet. Sticky. Warm. Pain. She must have passed out. Eyelashes stuck to her cheeks, blood dried on her naked skin. Blinking open her eyes she saw her brother in the doorway, an old shotgun in hand. Sawed off. Old. His first? Dazed, everything was hazy. Concussion maybe? After that there was nothing until two days later.
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The apocalypse swept straight through Sheridan, it's small population of approximately 600 people, wiped out in less than two hours. Krystal and Kyle were at their home, not far from the edge of the town, but nothing noticed them there with their fathers rotting corpse by the highway. There wasn't much food in the house, but a lot of tobacco and moonshine and guns. It was a good supply. They were smart about how they used it, and never left the house alone. After a month gathering what they could get to from the more fortunate homes of the small town, they hit the road.
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It was a year before they trusted anyone to be near them. That trust cost Kyle his life, and Krystal her humanity. She drank heavily when she knew she was safe. She hated herself for living. Hated those who killed her brother. In the end she hunted them down to, killing them. She never gave them mercy. Krystal moved on, never staying in one place long, taking what she could. Unfortunately, she no longer trusted anyone, or anything. It's a world of liars and killers; honesty and honor dead with Kyle.

Character Sheet



Name: Nikki Hyatt
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Position: Swordswoman
Birth Place: Los Angeles, California
Weapons: Dad's 45 and his sword, a pocketknife, ammo, some fishing wire and 3 rolls of duct tape in a backpack

Bio: Nikki was a cheerleader for the Dana Point high school. She and several others tp'd the school the week before graduation. She was allowed to walk with her class but would not receive her diploma until she finished her sentence of community service. When the epidemic hit their town she walked into her house to find her mother being devoured by a neighbor. Her father never came home and her brother's body she had found impaled on part of a flagpole. She has spent most of her time in the last year between her house and the school.

Personality: Nikki is soft hearted, but it is buried underneath a toughened and somewhat sarcastic exterior. She is often upbeat and she swears like most teenagers (not too much though)

Skills: She can sew, 10 years of gymnastics and dance, martial arts (because Dad was worried about boys) and she is almost fearless.

Fears: Her fears would seem pretty normal in this world. She is afraid of being eaten alive or set on fire. She is not afraid of stunts and has dabbled a little in parkour but she hasn't mastered that one yet. Like everyone else she is afraid to trust too much.

Other: Her leather trenchcoat, extra clothes, Hairbrush and hair ties, toothbrush, some granola bars and a picture of her family, Mom, Dad, brother and herself. She carries a mapbook of the state and a lighter.

Family: Dad was a businessman. Mom was a former ballerina. Her brother was 6 yrs older than she was and he was a marine. Nikki had just been accepted to Julliard for dance a few weeks before the epidemic hit.

Name: Lieutenant Jason Hunter

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Birthplace: Great Falls Montana

Appearance:He stands at a whopping 5'6", and his body is in excellent shape from his military training he may not look strong, but he is all muscle. Silverish blue eyes. He has a tattoo on his left shoulder that simply says Semper Fi, and tribal tattoos on his right that ends at a his elbow.


Personality: Before the outbreak, he was smart, honorable man who's only goal was to serve his country in the military like all his fathers before him. He takes his job seriously, but is known to pull a few jokes on friends. After the outbreak, he is more quiet and reserved. After losing all his friends he became a loner.

Occupation before the breakout: U.S. Navy Seal (Formally a Marine)

Skills:
-Marine/Navy seal Training
-Marksman
-krav maga training on a joint forces training mission with Israeli Mossad agents
-Harsh weather/Desert/Jungle/urban survival training
-Leadership
-Fast thinking, trained to improvise when plans go south in very dangerous situations

Fears/incompetencies:
-Cynical outlook issues, during the last year he had lost many of his good friends from his team and group because they trusted the wrong people.
-Despite his cynical outlook he always tries to help anyone he comes in contact with and is in need, especially children or young teens As they remind him of his little brother and sisters he failed to protect. He becomes almost reckless to make sure they survive. Once they find another group he leaves them with them. (Once's he made sure they are trustworthy)
-He does not sleep well anymore. Thankfully to his Seal training he's used to that. But he fears the nightmares that haunts him when he closes his eyes. Also the fact that he's almost died while sleeping a few times in the last year. He does sleep, if only for a half hour to hour naps here and there, usually up in trees or rooftops of buildings.

Equipment:

Navy Seal Standard issue, outfitted with a fixed scope, Flashlight and silencer.

Also Navy Seal 9 mm Standard issue, outfitted with a laser aiming device, flashlight and silencer.

-Machete

-Extra magazines for his two weapons

-Military camel pack/backpack with military rations, or what ever he finds is edible

-Map and compass with all known (And classified) military bases, weapons and fuel depot's marked

Group: None

History: Jason grew up in a military family, that was ran very much like boot camp. His father groomed Jason to be a soldier well before he was even a teenager. He finally joined the Marines 17 and a half. Quickly making a name for himself as he rose to the top of his class, When he was twenty he requested a transfer to become a Navy seal, which was granted and he passed the BUD's and was with his team in Seal team 5 at age 21 and was with them ever since. This same team was with him as he was stationed in Coronado, California the outbreak happened.

He was ordered with his team to extract VIP's in various locations in the country, to ensure the safety of Scientists, Engineer's, or higher ups in governments by getting them to bunkers where they can wait out the infection. A few months into it he and his team were stranded in Utah when their chopper was overtaken by the walkers. His team managed to get out, but on foot, and have been moving from base to base to find survivors to take them back to their base of operations, a Aircraft carrier still docked out near San Diego, Though luck was ill favored for them the entire six months back each base they entered was completely destroyed, radio's taken or too busted to fix, he lost his entire team just after entering California.

He is now near Dana point, making his way to San Diego.

Name:

Rowena 'Moden' Leigh

Gender:

Female

Age:

27

Birthplace:

Glasgow, Scotland.

Appearance:



Personality:

Aloof, impatient, strategizing, understanding, merciful, logical, prefers dark humor.

Occupation before the breakout:

Dog trainer, specializing in attack and police training while attending college.

Skills:

Dealing with animals, more specifically dogs and horses. Medicine and botany.

Fears/incompetencies:

Being left alone. Geese. Bad at building intimate relationships with people. Has an addictive personality.

Equipment:

One large duffel bag. Two .44 Desert Eagles. Ammunition. One envelope opener. One pocket knife. One broken rusty pipe. One 10 pound dumbbell. One canine unit by the name of Themistocles (Alaskan Malamute, male, alive). One flare. Three glowsticks. One can-opener. One package of plastic eating utensils. Three med kits. Three packages of sanitary wipes. One medium sized bag of dry dog food. Six cans of random soup. Two loaves of bread. One photo album. One jade rosary.

Group:

On her own with the dog.

History:

Rowena was born of a one-night-stand between her Scottish mother and American father. The only reason she was brought to America two years after she'd been born was because her mother was looking for the man. Unfortunately, she didn't find him. Just sunk her teeth into the nicest and richest man she could find as soon as she could so that Rowena could have a life of some kind. The divorce happened when Rowena was eight years old and after that, the men just came and went like the news. Nothing interesting.
Her neighbor's father got her interested in guns, training her carefully until she was able to hold her own with a weapon. The man took her out to the farm he owned, out far in the countryside, teaching her how about wildlife and the plants that grew in the nearby forest. Every now and again he'd let her watch as he treated and cared for his horses. But it was the dog that Rowena grew most fond of. It was a skinny thing that ran faster than anything she'd ever seen. That sparked her interested in dogs, pushing her to take up training them on the side.
Eventually she left home and started post-secondary education as well, Themistocles given to her as a congratulatory gift when she was accepted into her program of choice. Rowena was close to finishing up her program when the outbreak started,uprooting all her efforts and sending her life into turmoil. She'd travelled back home only to find her mother dead and her step-father gone, a note of 'be safe mody' on the floor being the only comfort she had. So after a second rage-filled breakdown she began preparing herself and Themistocles for the worst, heading out into the storm in hopes of finding survivors.

Name:
Whitney Ambrose

Gender:
Female

Age:
23

Birthplace:
Phoenix, Arizona



Personality:
When it comes to interacting with other people, Whitney is somewhat timid and will not often begin conversations. One can call her shy or a recluse, but she is far from that; she doesn't hesitate to stand up for herself when the time comes. After steeling her nerves in order to survive the outbreak, she has taught herself how to fight against both humans and zombies. When it comes to a fight-or-die situation, she won't hold back when it comes to making sure that both her life and her loved ones' lives remain intact.

Occupation before the breakout:
College student majoring in chemistry.

Skills:
- She knows how to scavenge areas for food and other necessities rather well.
- A good planner.
- Does not panic/worry in stressful situations.
- Incredible eyesight.

Fears/incompetencies:
- Her timid personality often gets in the way of her forging friendships.
- Is overly trusting of people, even strangers.
- Sometimes spends too much time thinking about what to do.
- Whitney is clumsy, but it rarely shows.

Equipment:
- Backpack.
- Steel baseball bat.
- Flashlight.
- Spare batteries.
- Medical kit (bandages, alcohol, etc.)
- Hunting knife.
- Limited amount of snacks.
- Canteen (half-full).

Group:
Currently alone, will perhaps join Dana Point later on.

History:
Whitney was always considered the epitome of your every-day person. She had a happy family-- her mother was a stay-at-home mom, her father worked hard in order to provide for his family, and her older sister worked at an accounting office. School was never an issue for her; all she did was read her textbooks and ace her tests, which led to her father and mother rewarding her with all types of gifts.

Chemistry was her favorite subject, and so it was obvious what Whitney was going to study when she applied to college. As she did in high school, she focused on passing tests and learning the material rather than hanging out with friends. And so, her grades never dropped below a B, and her GPA stayed well above 3.0.

Whitney was shocked when the zombie epidemic destroyed all that she loved and knew. It was quite the unexpected turn of events, but after she lost her mother to the plague, and her father and her older sister fled elsewhere in an attempt to get away, she knew that she had to do the same. After some difficulty, she crossed the border into California, hoping that she could eventually find the rest of her family.

Name: Theo Martin
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Birthplace: Forks, Washington
Personality: Theo is hot-tempered, short-fused, and ill-mannered. He makes decisions in the heat of the moment, and more often than not those decisions come back to haunt him. He's snappy, and suspicious towards strangers. He lashes out at the slightest provocation. Although he has (many) drawbacks, he can be thoughtful, tender, and unselfish – when he wants to be.
Occupation before the breakout: Sophomore in highschool, spoiled brat of an only child.
Skills:

• Good with his hands. Knots, makeshift shelters, fixing broken knick knacks, etc.
• Relatively strong. He can't take on a full grown man and win, but he can hold his own in a fistfight.
• Cold tolerance. He can get by in a t-shirt and jeans when most have to bundle up.
• Emotional numbness. Maybe not quite a skill, but he never loses his head to all the horrors. Crying doesn't keep you alive.

Fears/incompetencies:

• Impatient. Walks fast, talks fast, thinks fast. Doesn't take time to consider options.
• Triggerhappy. He figures walkers can't hear for shit, so why be subtle?
• Queasy. He can't stand the sight of wounds, blood, etc – thus, the less walkers he sees, the better.
• Fears fire. Housefires, bushfires, any kind of uncontrolled fire scares him silly.

Equipment: Pistol, a molding loaf of bread, empty water bottle, scissors, the keys to a Lexus with no gas, and an iPod with one working earbud.
Group: San Clemente group.

History: Theo was born and raised in Forks, Washington where it rained, and rained, and rained. His mother hated it. His father tolerated it. But they stayed, because that's where the work was. Not that they needed the work – by all definitions, they were rich. They had a nice property, Theo went to the best private school that could be had, and his mother drove a Lexus. Every day before he would slosh his way to the bus stop, his mother would kiss his head and tell him someday they'd go somewhere where it was always sunny and never rained, ever. He believed her.

The years went on, and they stayed. Theo got rowdy, and after the third trip to the principal's office, his father said that if he would promise to not get in trouble, he'd buy him the gaming platform he'd been begging for. For the next five years, Theo's parents sedated him with iPhones, video games, and expensive clothing. But no matter how much they gave him, he still wouldn't sweep the floor, or take out the trash, or stop backtalking his mother. They blamed it on puberty, on the school's degrading social eloquence, on the fact that his father was never home, but always away on trips to the oil company – but never on Theo. After completing his sophomore year in high school, the three of them took a trip down to California. They spent a week in Dana Point, and Theo's mother loved it – so the three of them went to tour San Clemente High School, as a possibility for Theo.

Unfortunately, they never got the chance. The infection took everyone in sight – the walkers had no feeling, no remorse. Theo's father sacrificed himself for his wife, but Theo couldn't do the same. She was torn apart by the walkers, and Theo took their car and ran. It ran out of gas halfway between Dana Point and San Clemente, and Theo walked the rest of the way. By my first post, he will have just arrived at the school.

Name: Rey Grace Blackwell

Gender: Female

Age: 21

Birthplace: Liverpool, England

Appearance:

Personality: quite easy going, talkative, got a dark sense of humour.

Occupation before the breakout: College student

Skills: Good with guns (Can fire Civilian grade weapons, AR-15, pistols.)
Intelligent (A+ or A* depending on your country of residence)
Athletic (quite fast, good at parkour.)

Fears/incompetencies: (minimum three)
Scared to die. (Causes her to make dumb mistakes)
quite pessimistic
has a large Ego

Equipment: hunting rifle. Kitchen knife. Black backpack, 10 cans of Monster Energy, 5 cans of Spam, 5 breakfast bars. 2 water canteens

Group: Currently on her own

History: Rey used to be a proper scouse girl. She loved Liverpool FC since she was 5, at 18 she was scouted for the womens team and was offered a place at the womens academy. She spent 3 years at the academy before she finally got to play for the first team. She made her Debut against fellow Liverpool Team Everton, scoring the the game winning goal in the 90th minute making it 5-4 and winning the womens league for Liverpool. She toured the world with the Ladies team in the preseason friendlies which is when the team made its way over to the states.

They were due to play LA Galaxy when the outbreak happened. Originally there had been 16 girls in her group, now it was just her. the rest had either been bitten by walkers or killed by raiders. Now a year later she stalks the area around Dana point looking for survivors and supplies.

• Good shot with a gun.
• In his youth, he was extremely good in a fight, he’s not as strong as he once was, but can still hold his own.
• Natural Leader
• Naturally clever
• Can make dark decisions to protect himself, that others wouldn’t do.

• Can’t handle criticism or being shown up, will go to extreme lengths for revenge.
• Couldn’t survive on his own.
• Always wants more.
• Isn’t the quickest because of his age.

Age 32

Skills: Cooking, fishing, shooting she has an uncanny precision with a gun.
Job before the walking dead: A model
Fears: The walking dead, snakes and most reptiles

What she has with her: hairbrush, purse full of miscellaneous stuff including hairspray and a pocketknife and a gun. Some candy and a baseball bat, tire iron from her car, a first aid kit and a change of clothes and shoes. She also has a couple of magazines in her car.

She has no real fighting skills to speak of. She was taking an aerobics class at the rec center when the epidemic hit. She stayed there. All she has is what she had with her at that time.

BIO: Leanne had just gotten through with a modelling shoot and was on vacation at home. She travelled so much it felt good just to be home. She had tossed her stuff in her bag and went to her aerobics class. She had stopped at Dunkin Donuts and gotten some for the girls in her class. Hey she had a month off she could indulge for once. Her first experience with a walker was in the lockerroom at the rec center. She had been in the shower and she had seen enough horror movies and dealt with enough photographers to know that you don't take a shower anywhere without a weapon nearby.

Leanne had turned towards the door of the room when she heard the door open. When she heard the shuffling walk and the strange breathing noises she assumed it was someone very ill or some of the guys in the building playing a joke on her but she put a towel on and grabbed her gun. When the walker became visible to her she looked closely and saw the blood, the vacant look in the eyes and the rotting flesh and she aimed for the leg. It hit but didn't deter the creature so she hit twice more, once in the heart and once in the head. She stayed away from the body and hurriedly put some clothes on. Staying close to the wall she had made her way to the nearest door to the outside of the building. She peaked out and was astonished to see the chaos outside.