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Name: Leann Joyce McCormick
Aliases: Le, Bitch In Charge
Age: 37
Birthday: April 15th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Salem, Kentucky
Location: Marietta, Ga
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: Engineering, Astrophysics
Occupation: Lt. Col U.S. Airforce - Test Pilot - Stationed Dobins AFB
Languages: English, Spanish

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Height: 5'8"
Weight: 135lbs
Build: Lean and toned
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown, curly
Skin Tone: Darker end of fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: While she no tattoos she has plenty of scars. Some from before the outbreak and some since. She has a large one that runs down her left forearm, several gunshot scars on her right thigh.

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Compassionate * Demanding * Quick Thinker * Hostile

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Widow
Personality: Leann is a complex individual and her personality can be best described as unstable. She is a take charge type of person, never one to sit in the back seat of any situation; she thinks on her feet and acts quickly no matter the situation. This can lead to issues but she demands more of herself than any around her. She can be hostile and has put more than one person down because of a gut feeling that they just shouldn't be around her core group.

That being said Leann is a very compassionate person and can be very loving towards those she holds dear and even strangers. What side of her you see is all depending on the situation. She will never hold her tongue, tells things like they are and does not sugar coat it. While her group can be wary of her from time to time they follow her nonetheless with an unending loyalty and she in turn gives them just as much loyalty.

While not a split personality, it can feel like that at times. She has a dark place she tends to fall to when those she has been looking after perish or become injured. It is a coin toss to what part of her you will run into that day. All any of those close to her know - you can always expect the unexpected from her.
Habits: Cracks her knuckles, bites her nails, rolls her shoulders back when she is approaching that darker side
Hobbies: Reading as much as she can during down time
Fears:

• Buried Alive
• Being the cause of the fall of Newnan
• Allowing the wrong person into Newnan

Likes: 6 minimal

• Coffee
• Cool Days
• Rain
• Laffy Taffy
• Flying
• Running

Dislikes: 6 minimal

• Hair getting in her face
• Dirt under her nails
• Having to explain why the group needs to go on a Tampon Run
• People who haven't accepted that the Walkers are no longer human
• Silence
• People who don't contribute

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Pre Outbreak Skills: Max 5 - History must reflect these knowledges

• Pistol
• Riffle
• Self Defense
• Air Craft Piloting (Jet)
• Engineering

Post Outbreak Skills: Max 5 - Each Type of Gun Counts as 1 skill, Machete and Sword each are separate. History must reflect learning these skills.

• Knife Fighting
• Crop Development
• Water Purification
• Camp Securement
• Leadership

Current Supplies: All things listed separately. For example - clothing cannot be listed as clothing - coat, shirt, shoes, shocks, underwear, etc - all count as one item each for extras - you are allowed one set that will consist of a shirt, shoes, socks, pants and overcoat to count as what you are currently wearing. Each full clip counts as one, each box of ammo must have listed how many bullets in each. (Keep it reasonable. I will keep these things very limited - no debating.) Max 10, including current clothing, so you may add 9 more.

• Current Clothing - Flight jumpsuit, military boots, tank top
• Beretta 9
• Extra Clip
• Trench Knife
• Dog Tags

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Your First Walker Encounter: Leann was on leave from Dobbins when she encountered her first up and close Walker. The news was going on and on about an illness that had spread and was causing issues but there wasn't much they were telling, even the government was keeping things tight lipped. Lenna was out at the drug store in Kennesaw when a customer collapsed. They were gone before the paramedics could even be called. That's when it happened. The man rose as a Walker and started attacking people. Leanna in the end fought the walker and ended up with her forearm getting gashed open on a broken shelf. Using a walking cane that was broken she ended up stabbing the creature through several times but it just kept coming. It wasn't until another customer shot the thing through the skull that it finally dropped. That was just the beginning.

History Before Outbreak: Leann was born to a military family, five generation served in various branches. Life at home was strict but fair, arguments were finished in one of two ways - either you debated it to its conclusion. If minds could not meet, then fists did. Winner of the fight got their way. Leann was smart and excelled in Math during her high school life. She signed up for the Air Force right out of High School and pursued a military career, becoming a pilot after five years of service and finishing her Bachelors degree.

Once her pilot training was completed she was stationed in various places through out the world. While stationed in Seattle, she met Captain Walter McCormick. While they were not the most passionate couple, they worked well together. The both knew the stressed of military life and what to expect. They eventually just took the next logical step and were married. The marriage did not last long though, her husband was shot down while serving in the Middle East. It wasn't until the news of his death that she realized that she actually cared for the man more than just an "assigned" life mate.

Walters death hit Leann more than she realized and she ended up taking more and more risks on the job. This nearly lead to her being discharged from the military but with the amount of time and money spent on her training the government did not want that to go to waste. With her drive to push the limits now, they assigned her to Dobbins Air Force base as a test pilot for new air craft. Here she was able to push the limits and she, at that time, could have really cared less if the jet ended up crashing into the Appalachian mountains.

History Since Outbreak: After the initial outbreak, pilots were grounded at Dobbins and security increased. Many people of Atlanta were either trying to get downtown where they thought that things would be secured or into the various military bases of the south. This ended up being a huge mistake. That many weapons around that many Red Necks lent to a lot of dead and eventually Walkers. Leann eventually, with a small group from the base, made their way out of Dobbins and did what they could to survive.

The first year was both the hardest and easiest. Supplies were pretty simple to find in the suburbs of Atlanta. Ammo and weapons were easy to come by in Kennesaw, which was just north of Dobbins. (A city where it was legally required for everyone of age to have a gun.) Though, with so many supplies there were a lot of fights over so called luxury items and anarchy broke out. Gangs formed quickly and it wasn't long before the entire area was more pitted against the various living than the dead.

During year two, Leanna made her way up to Tennessee for a short time only to turn back. Winter made the Walkers slower but it was also harder to survive. South it was once again and that was when Leanna ended up with a small group down in Newnan. The city was older, brick buildings and streamlined main street. They started small and slowly made their safety zones larger and larger.

Now in year three the town is of a decent size and Leann controls it all. She doesn't not like being in control, she has the skills needed for such a position but she has not problem turning over the reigns when need be. The town now has over 50 fifty living there and while outbreaks happen and the dead get in things for the most part are calm. When Leann isn't planning out the next run or in the fields seeing what crops need tending to, she can be found reading anything and everything she can get her hands on. There is no google anymore, she is very grateful she learned how to learn before quick access was actually around the world. Least she doesn't feel so helpless.

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Character Quote: Say one more word and I will pop your weasel.
Theme Song: Eye Of The Tiger By Survivor
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: Lost count
How Many People Have You Killed: 7
Why: Because that is what you have to do to survive sometimes.
Anything Else: April Fools

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Optimistic * Secretive * Confident * Impulsive

Sexuality:

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Personality:

Habits:

Hobbies:

Fears:

• Never finding her brother
• Dying alone
• Spiders (she's arachnophobic)

Likes:

• Imagining a future where she wasn't going to die early
• Stars
• Rainy, cool weather
• Food
• Jovial/nice people

Dislikes:

• Walkers (obviously)
• Doing nothing
• Spiders
• Unnecessary shouting

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Bare minimum archery skills
• Bare minimum medical knowledge
• Stealth

*Maxine's skills heavily rely on her dancing background. She cannot fight, preferring the sneaky-stealth method to avoid any confrontation. She is light on her feet and flexible so stealth is the best way for her to survive. However, while she prefers to avoid confrontation, it doesn't mean that she hasn't been in any fights, she knows how to use her weapons well enough.

Pre Outbreak Skills

• Improved archery skills
• Basic self defence (most likely taught by a member of the group)
• Scavenging
• Basic shooting skills (also possibly taught by someone from the group)

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - No matter the weather, Maxine is always dressed in a light-weight parka jacket, complete with multiple pockets in order to help storing important stuff easier. As long as she has the important items with her on her person, she doesn't care if she loses her backpack. She also wears a t-shirt under her jacket, a stripped black and white loose shirt she had scavenged not too long ago and black jeans along with some socks and old converses.
• A picture of her family, taken from her home back in Atlanta
• Four arrows for her bow, all scavenged since the beginning of the apocalypse
• A Bowie knife
• A small medical kit complete with bandages, disinfectants and even some pills (though she has no idea what the pills are and whether they're even good to take
• A packet of stale crackers to eat during desperate times
• A refillable water bottle

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Your First Walker Encounter:

History Before Outbreak:

History Since Outbreak:

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Character Quote:

Theme Song:

How Many Walkers Have You Killed:

How Many People Have You Killed:

Why:

Anything Else: *Takes pictures*

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Name:
Jonas Miguel Soberano
Aliases:
Jo, Baker Jo, Jo-Jo
Age:
27
Birthday:
2^nd January 1983
Ethnicity:
Filipino-Caucasian
Birth Place:
New Zealand
Location:
On the way to Newnan, Georgia
Gender:
Male
Major/Minor:
Chemistry/Physics
Occupation:
Baker
Languages:
Filipino and English

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Height:
5'10
Weight:
103 kilograms
Build:
Swimmers Build, lean and toned but not overly muscled
Eyes:
Dark Brown
Hair:
Brown
Skin Tone:
Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:
He has no tattoos and piercings but has one scar. The one from pre-Outbreak is scar that surrounds his elbow from the time he fell on his bike at full pelt (one of the most confident days in his life) and all his body mass landed on his right arm, making the forearm bone pierce through the elbow, making a bloody scene. He was soon put in hospital and was stitched up, still bearing the scars.

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Forgiving * Awkward * Kind * Childish

Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Relationship Status:
Dating
Personality:
Jonas grew up in a sheltered life, living in the northernmost city in New Zealand, Whangarei. Having brought up by his mother and father as an only child, they were very protective in him and were reluctant to even send him to a public school. He isn't the type of person to fight (even post-Outbreak), although his father's fear of bullying forced him to teach Jonas Taekwando, lessons that his father hid from his mother. He is a very kind soul with no real grasp on how to lie and cheat. Due to the fact that he was sheltered, he didn't really let go of some of his more childish traits, constantly worrying about travelling in the dark and keeping a small teddy bear in his bag to cuddle when he is left alone by Victoria. He isn't very serious, constantly joking and smiling on the road, even after the Outbreak.

He can't bring himself to killing other human beings and has some reluctance on killing walker children. However, he doesn't have any qualms with killing animals (from going out hunting with his grandfather) and walkers, his travelling partner calling him "a pretty decent shot". He isn't the type to swear or get angry, consistently trying to calm his fiercer girlfriend. His soft voice and calming attitude came from his role model and grandfather, a New Zealand sheep farmer that had a strange obsession with bread and an unforgettable personality. He also got his obsession of bread from him and the desire to become a baker.

Habits:
Talks to himself, scratches back of head, body cuddles (insert girlfriend name), cracks neck, quotes bread recipes at random times
Hobbies:
Swimming, baking (specifically bread), eating (specifically bread)
Fears:

• Losing his loved ones
• Being alone
• The Dark
• Clowns

Likes:

• Baking
• Reading
• Eating
• Sleeping
• Cuddling
• Meeting new people
• Shooting walkers

Dislikes:

• Cleaning his Remington 700P Bolt-Action Rifle
• Starvation
• Alone in the dark
• Mean people
• Large crowds
• Not eating bread

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Fading skills with shooting and maintaining hunting rifles
• Cooking
• Brown belt - Taekwando
• Fading knowledge of basic survival skills
• Swimming

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Shooting and maintaining his Remington 700P Bolt-Action Rifle
• Water purification
• Shelter creation
• Basic Survival Skills
• Bare skill with a machete

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - Sweatpants, Nike shoes, Mario t-shirt, fedora
• Teddy Bear
• Remington 700P Bolt-Action Rifle with two rounds inside
• Eight more rounds
• One bottle of water
• A snickers bar
• Trench Coat
• Machete

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Your First Walker Encounter:
Jonas had been the first man in the bakery, quickly finishing a batch of fresh cupcakes for the morning. His obsession for cooking and baking in particular usually made him the first one into the bakery, trusted enough by the owner of the place to open the bakery in the early morning. He started to hum to himself, smiling as he took a long whiff of the sweet cupcakes. It was for the students, these cupcakes, the ones that wanted to buy something for lunch. He picked the best one out and sprinkled some more sugar on it, saving it for a nice little girl named Charlotte that always came to the bakery.

He chuckled to himself, remembering her request of "more sugar!" with a cute little pout on her face. As he calmly set down the tray of cupcakes on the counter, picking out the worst ones and began to eat them with a distasteful look on his face. Boss didn't like wastefulness so he forced his employees to eat the worst cupcakes instead of throwing them in the bin. As he stood there, staring at the brightly lot bakery, munching on half-decent cupcakes, he heard a small shuffling noise coming from the basement. Deducing that it was just Boss lounging around in there, he walked up to the basement stairs and called out "Boss! It's your boy Jonas! Are you there mate?"

No reply came, only a loud groan in response. Becoming increasingly worried, he flipped the switch to the basement on and carefully walked down, getting near the door and knocking. He heard a louder groan, a small howl and the sound of a figure slamming against the door. "Uh, Boss? You all goods?" There was increased a slamming, a hole punctured through the flimsy wooden door, revealing a grotesque, diseased arm.

Jonas backed away quickly, letting out a quick yelp of surprise. "Yeah nah Boss, you should probably get that checked out." The groans only increased as the hand retracted before he made three more powerful slams against the door, eventually breaking it. The Kiwi gawked at the shuffling, unrecognisable form of Boss as it lunged at him. He screamed, turning around and running, going through the kitchen, quickly weaving through tables and chairs before sliding under the metal door shutter. He immediately closed it down, locking it out before huffing and puffing at the sudden rush of adrenaline. He reached for his phone only to find he dropped it in the bakery. Not that it mattered anyways. 911 was flooded with calls.

History Before Outbreak:
Jonas was born into the Soberano family, in the city of Whangarei. His life in New Zealand wasn't rough and although he was quite sheltered, he led a good childhood. His life at school was normal, he made some good friends and even had something brief with a girl but that ended very quickly. He picked the sport of swimming, training hard and fast for his parents but even that became a routine, his speed steadily increasing through the years. The only thing to brighten up his normal life was his visits to the farm and meeting his grandfather". Their first meeting didn't really go as plan. "So. Do you play rugby?" When he shook his head, his grandfather just sighed and muttered to himself. Feeling disappointed in himself and slightly sad, little Jo hopped off the tractor they were on and stared exploring. He toddled around the large vehicle before stopping before a high powered rifle.

"Gun!" He pointed at the wooden stick of death with a singular, chubby finger, shouting at the top of his lungs. His grandfather quickly ran over to him, gasping at the sight before placing a hand over his mouth and swiftly slinging his hunter's rifle over his shoulder. He knelt down on one knee, staring down at the toddler. "Okay, here's a deal. If you keep yer trap shut and don't snitch on me to yer Mum, I'll give you five bucks and a chance, when you're older, to learn how to shoot this thing right here." He gestured to the gun slung behind him with a small twinkle and then bringing out five dollars. The toddler just gaped widely before shutting his mouth quickly and grasping the five dollars with chubby fingers, toddling out of there towards the barn.

From that day on, the relationship between the two became the best of friends. When Jonas grew older, his grandfather kept his promise and taught him how to shoot a rifle. Thankfully, the boy was so excited that he didn't even think of how wrong it was to teach a child to shoot a gun until later on. The also growing fascination with bread started when his grandfather took him to the nearest town and showed him his former bakery. To the child, bread was the perfect mix of sweet and savoury and that belief had carried onto later life. The relationship between grandson and grandfather was almost inseparable.

At the age of fifteen however, the trips stopped. No one said why, no one said anything except cry. He knew what happened. He cried too.

Life was quite the blur after that point, at sixteen he gained a firearms license, practising the hunting and survival skills he picked up from his grandpa. Without a companion however, it became a boring experience and he stopped after a year trying to hunt alone. School was monotonous and easy, his love life was laughable, swimming was stagnating and life at home was quite a somber affair. This all changed when he graduated, being offered a scholarship in Chemistry at Emory University. The family celebrated for days before he eventually left on the first plane heading to Atlanta.

The hype of the first few days in college soon turned into monotony again. Sure the work was harder but there was nothing special happening. He made a close group of friends (no girl in sight, of course) and it stayed like this until the very last year of his university scholarship. There were rumours a new girl in town, quickly rising go to the higher echelons of the university and becoming the girl that every boy wanted. And of course, Jonas had to go ahead and meet her.

He shuffled into the library, picking out a random book and then sitting down on a seat. He took a glance towards his friend Ben, giving a small smile and a thumbs up. He simply rolled his eyes at his friend and transfixed his gaze towards the woman in front of him. It was a simple dare, some fanfiction-like story coming to life. The nerdy Asian boy asking out the blonde, popular girl. It was for free lunch, Jonas reasoned, don't be so worried. Even though, his face blushed crimson as he opened his mouth to speak, heart thumping like a raging elephant. "H-hey, uh, that's s-some n-nice, um, b-books ya h-have there." She smiled.

And a relationship straight out of a corny romance novel evolved from there. They were college sweethearts, his friends being supportive of him. He liked her and she liked him. They spent hours talking in the library and was eventually forced to get out when the cleaners came in. He showed her around the campus, finding himself at ease and relaxed around her. In those many months, it felt like he had someone who understood him. And then he started to look at the people around him

It was sneered at by the Populars, they disapproved of one of their own going out with a "nerd" like him. He was shy, always behind her whenever they walked together, hiding himself from the stares and laughing faces. She had protected him from them of course but throughout it all, he always thought he wasn't good enough. She was beautiful, courageous, popular, perfect and he was... a nerd. It wasn't like the romance novels. He never opened up from his shell, he was never "accepted". He just... stayed the same. Soon, he just faded away into the sea of faces, trying to escape from the whispers and in turn, going away from Victoria. He graduated and split from Emory, finding a job in a bakery before he encountered his first walker.

History Since Outbreak:
After his brief but terrifying meeting with Boss and the realisation that his phone was back in the bakery, Jonas tried to calm himself down and call emergency services. It was still very early in the morning, a few days of light peeking through the horizon but he heard gunshots in the distance. He decided to walk the other way and take a longer route towards his house. There were very few people on the streets, most were homeless and just sleeping on the sidewalk. As he passed by an alleyway, he heard a loud crashing noise and screams coming from the shadows. His eyes widened and fear crept into him, forcing him to uncharacteristically leave and tuck himself deeper into his trench coat, pocketing his gloved hands.

Thankfully, the journey from the bakery to his apartment was a short walk and aside from that very brief altercation next to the alleyway, it felt like nothing happened. He quickly ran up the stairs of the old brick building, head swinging side to side, making sure no more of those things entered the building. He nervously opened his door and closed it behind him, locking it quickly. He let out a huge breath of air, as if he'd been holding it in for the whole trip. He hung his coat on a rack and picked up his phone, dialling 911. No response. He tried again. Dead. He reached for his secondary phone, Nokia smartphone just in case of emergencies and tried there. Same thing.

That was when Jonas was starting to really worry. He turned on the television and was immediately warned by a emergency broadcast, calling for people to go their nearest designated "safe-zone". He quickly packed as many supplies he needed though also taking things he wouldn't need such as his phone and charger, earphones, his teddy bear and his laptop. He shoved everything into his bag and used the GPS to make his way towards the safe zone. Outside, it was much more hectic now, streams of cars and people all heading for their safe zone. The endless screaming and the choir of honking noises were almost silenced by deafening gunfire nearby. It only made him run a little faster.

The Filipino weaved through the blockade of motor vehicles to cross the street, sometimes having to run over cars to get through. The gunfire was louder and the screams only intensified. This pushed him to face the soldier dressed in green camouflage, calling for everyone to calm down. He could've been younger than Jonas himself and was already dealing with a disaster like this? He only shook his head and snuggled himself further in his coat. The so-called "safe zone" was the ancient, large local library, turned into some "fortress" with soldiers armed with high-powered assault rifles walking through the masses. He scanned his eyes over the crowd before shaking his head, making a go for the stairs. Of one of those "things" were here, it would be a slaughter. He made his way onto the rooftop only to be stopped by another soldier in green, wearing an intimidating gas mask.

"What do you think you're doing here?" Although his voice sounded deep and macho, carrying a deadly Remington 700P, his hands were shaking with nervousness. Jonas stared up at the soldier with a curious expression. "Well, I'm not one of those 'things' if that's what you're asking."

The soldier aggressively shook his head before swiftly raising his gun to Jonas' head, clambering a round with a shaky hand. "Don't fucking lie with me, you infected piece of shit! Show your fucking bite mark! Huh bitch! Let me fucking kill you like I did my friend, huh? Let your brains splatter on the wall, is that what you fucking want, you piece of horse cock!?" The crazed man shouted at the top of his lungs shouting insults at the 27 year old man's head. Meanwhile, all his would-be-victim could do was stare the at barrel with wide eyes, heart beating a hundred miles an hour. His only thoughts were 'Oh god, I'm going to get gunned down by some raving lunatic.'

His fists clenched, tears forming in his eyes. He needed a way out of the situation. His gaze went downwards, at the soldier's wide open legs. He kicked hard. The soldier dropped down on his knees, dropping his gun and clutching his gonads. Jonas lunged to pick up the rifle and then hit his opponent's head with a quick snap with the butt of the gun, knocking him out in the end. He heard some more gunfire, some moving downstairs. He heard the loud screams cut short by the repetitive bang of the assault rifles. He nervously fumbled with the gun before deciding to rummage through the soldier's things, repeatedly saying sorry over and over again. Getting a good box of ammo, he sprinted towards a ladder leading down to one of the back alleyways and escaped.

A week later, as he was rummaging through a pharmacy store to look for painkiller, he met her once more. It was a quick and efficient technique, knocking his gun out of his hand and then immediately pointing her own to his head. "Don't move." He would've recognised the voice from a mile away. Tired and beaten, he started giggling at the sudden reunion, thinking back to the innocence of the olden days. When things were much more simple, in Emory University. He audibly gulped before he started to whisper in a calm, soothing voice "Victoria, remember me? It's Jonas, from college." He heard the sound of the gun arming, the weapon being pushed hard against his skull.

He was eventually able to calm her down from shooting him and persuade her into travelling with him outside of Atlanta. It was no longer safe there's the city was overrun by those things. The next few weeks were spent ducking and hiding the massive, roaming hordes that called Atlanta home, slowly making their way towards the outskirts of the city. When they escaped the city, they started to roam the state of Georgia, trying to do as many things as they could for survival. As the weeks turned into months and months into years, the two became closer, forming an inseparable bond together, forged through shared hardships and a love sparked in the wastelands of civilisation.

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Character Quote:
"We kill walkers, Victoria, not people. Everyone has a chance for redemption, a chance to live."
Theme Song:
MGMT - Kids
How Many Walkers Have You Killed:
At least thirty in the span of three years
How Many People Have You Killed:
Zero
Why:
He doesn't believe in killing other humans
Anything Else:
He likes some good Sci-fi books.

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Name: Victoria Rose Taylor
Aliases: Vic, Vicks, Vickie
Age: Twenty-Six
Birthday: December 24th
Ethnicity: Caucasian (English)
Birth Place: London, England
Location: Atlanta, Georgia
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: Music/Dance & Movement Studies
Occupation: Singer/Ballet Instructor
Languages: English

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Height: 5'7"
Weight: 118 lbs
Build: Slim & Athletic
Eyes: Hazel-Green
Hair: Sunflower-blonde hair usually tied up in a ponytail.
Skin Tone: Slightly Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: She has no tattoos but has piercings on each ear.

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Industrious * Cynical * Adventurous * Emotional

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: In a relationship

Personality:

On a first impression, Victoria may often come aloof or snooty because of the way she carries herself or that dreamy stare that make it seem as though see is seeing through you. However, she is anything but those. Despite her how outer appearance and expression may seem to be, once one gets to know her, they would discover her to be rather warm and friendly.

A habit of relapsing into dreamland mode often gives her that blank stare she is often teased about. She may not be extremely intelligent, but she more than makes up for it with her diligence and dedication in her tasks and activities. Not one to boast, her humble and down-to-earth nature was one of the earliest traits in her life nurtured by her parents.

Victoria is known to be highly-focused and remarkably industrious, willing to put in the extra mile to achieve her goal or complete the tasks assigned to her. Once she sets goals for herself, she becomes incredibly dedicated to her goals, pretty much almost to the point of stubbornness. Those victories sure smell sweet though, and it is that though that keeps her pushing through when the going gets tough.

Bold and adventurous, she is not afraid of trying out new things and is always looking forward to learning new stuff. A good team player who understand the necessity of teamwork and cooperation, Victoria is also an outspoken and ambitious individual who is not afraid to make her views and opinions be known.

It goes without a doubt that Victoria is highly confident of both herself and her abilities, but not to an extent that would make her seem cocky or arrogant. It is simply enough to show that she is passionate enough to be able to stand her ground and fight for what she believes in.

Habits: Daydreaming when unoccupied, Staring at things/people
Hobbies: Dancing, Baseball, Hunting
Fears:

• Arachnophobia
• Thalassophobia
• Trypanophobia

Likes:

• Music (Classical and Oldies)
• Bread/Pastries
• Dancing
• Spending time with loved ones
• Guns
• Killing Walkers

Dislikes:

• Walkers
• Silence
• Not eating bread
• Betrayal
• Messy hair
• Morons

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Dancing/Acrobatics skills
• Self-defence skills of Taekwondo (Blue belt achieved)
• Basic pistol handling skills
• Basic hunting rifle handling skills

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Improved pistol skills
• Improved hunting rifle skills
• Basic survival skills
• Scavenging
• Basic knife handling/usage

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - She wears a Nike fleece bomber jacket which comes with two pockets in the front and a main zip running through the centre. Beneath the jacket is a black tank top coupled with a pair of black cargo pants. A pair of white sport shoes and socks is worn on her feet to complete the outfit.
• A brown backpack
• A Remington Model 798 Hunting Rifle
• Six bullets for the rifle
• Hunting knife
• 1 litre sports bottle filled with water
• Basic travel first-aid kit
• 3 energy bars
• A torchlight
• A box of cornflakes cereal

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Your First Walker Encounter:
It had been a long night after a long day of rehearsals before the performance that she was due to be involved with her troupe of dancers at the Fabulous Fox Theatre in Atlanta. This was a major ballet performance, and Victoria had put in the countless number of hours needed to ensure that a seamless performance was given by her ballerinas. At long last, in the wee hours of the morning, the rehearsals were over as they decided to call it a night and rest up for the big day tomorrow. After saying her farewell to her dancers and asking them to rest well, she left the studio, one of the last to leave the building. On the way home, Victoria stumbled upon what she thought was a drunken man. As she past him, the drunken man seemed to stir, moving up and slowly staggered towards her, as he drew closer to her, she could see that he either looked horribly sick of something was terribly wrong with him. His skin seemed to be flaking off and the hue of his skin was a yellow tint. The sight of his eyes was not something she would forget ever. They were haunting, and definitely not of the living. She quickened her steps into a run, and soon left that abomination behind. The next day, news of an outbreak was all over the media channels.

History Before Outbreak:
Victoria was born into the Taylor family in London, England. Her childhood was ordinary, not unlike those of the common average well-to-do child living in the capital of England. Her family was well-off and had the basic necessities and luxuries that came along with what they could afford. At the age of sixteen, the Taylors immigrated to the United States, settling down in Atlanta, Georgia. Despite her parent's worries, Victoria didn't had much difficulties adapting to American culture and way of life. Apart from people making fun of her posh-sounding English accent and the occasional mix-up of British versus American english, the girl got along swimmingly.

As for her family, their financial status improved as her father took on a higher position that entitled him with more pay and benefits, including more time to spend with his daughter and wife. Father and daughter integrated themselves into American culture well, and soon became fans of both hunting and baseball alike, both popular hobbies in the States. Victoria would accompany her father on his hunting trips in the state and beyond, and as she grew older, he eventually taught her how to handle a gun, which included both a pistol and a hunting rifle that was atypical among hunters. She was a busy girl, not one to laze around and waste time doing nothing. When she wasn't occupied with music or dance related matters, she could be found playing baseball, a sport she took up in high school.

Her parents also signed her up for self-defense classes, and Victoria attended the Taekwondo classes in earnest. By the time she stopped, she had attained a blue belt. Joining Emory University after her application was approved was the first major step and that had all gone rather smoothly with her subsequent inclusion in the Populars clique which saw her mixing around with the elites of the school, the rich, the famous and the attractive. With her majoring in music and dance, it would not be surprising for her to be dancing or listening to music whenever she was hitting the books.

It was on this day that after a series of lectures and tutorials, Victoria would find herself in the library researching and reading up on the history of music and dance. It was there that she would meet someone special who would then become a big part of her life. A guy had come up to her and commented on how nice the books she was reading were. Seeing the blushing flustering guy had brought a smile on her face and that was the start of something new. They ended up going from a quirky friendship before it soon blossomed into a relationship and the two started dating. Her peers in the clique gave disapproving looks whenever they saw her hanging out with Jonas whom they had classified as a nerd. Well, Jonas was pretty nerdy back then, unlike compared to how the guy looks like now.

Despite protecting him from all the abuse he got from the girls and guys of the Populars, there was only so much she could do, not being with him twenty fours a day. It was on that perspective that Victoria thought that was had made their relationship eventually strained. Soon enough, the couple began distant and hardly talked, let alone hanged out in the following months following Jonas's graduation from university. Jonas soon graduated from Emory,and left without even biding farewell to Victoria. That was the last she thought she would see of him, as she too soon graduated and began working full-time as a singer and dancer. However, Victoria wouldn't get to spend too long in her new job as just as she thought as she getting somewhere and making a name for herself in the industry, the outbreak began and the whole world went to shit.

History Since Outbreak:
Victoria's parents were not unaware of the outbreak that was plaguing the nation. After she had told them upon her incident prior, instead of the disbelief that she had anticipated, they actually believed her, and that must have meant that they could have possibly experienced something similar of their own. Quickly packing their bags along with their camping and hunting gear into the family car, intending on leaving town. Unfortunately, they weren't the only one who had that idea, As Victoria left the neighbourhood, she saw that all of their people were doing the thing, cramping bags and other assorted equipment into trunk of vehicles, slamming doors shut.

Roads leading in and out of the cities were clogged by a massive traffic jam as the whole city seemed to have a want to leave all at the same time. The city's infrastructure wasn't built or planned for such a thing, which thereby caused the massive traffic jam that prevented any headway from progressing. The freeways and highways out of Atlanta was facing the exact the fate. She had no doubts that similar incidents like these were happening all across the United States, and possibly the world. With neither of the vehicles seeming to go anywhere, panic started to seep into people as they began abandoning their own vehicles, heading off road on foot.

Victoria and family began camping out in the woods in the vicinity of Atlanta for several months until their supplies dwindled into nothing, be it from their own use or by theft from other survivors. There were numerous occasions where they managed to scare off scavengers, but sometimes there were just too many desperate people to fight with, and they had to part with a portion of their supplies in exchange for their lives.

After coming back from a scavenging trip one day, Victoria returned to the family campsite in the woods only to find the corpses of her parents. There were gunshot wounds to the head which could meant that they were executed or simply murdered. After digging out a grave big enough for both of her parents, she buried then and left the woods, making the decision to head back to Atlanta to hunt for supplies. It was there that Victoria would meet Jonas again.

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Character Quote: "It's us or them Jonas! Don't you see that?!"
Theme Song: I Shall Rise - Karen O
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: About thirty in total so far
How Many People Have You Killed:Two.
Why:They were responsible in the killing of her parents.
Anything Else: Extra
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Name: Vivian Christiana Ormerod
Aliases: Viv, Doc
Age: 35
Birthday: Sept 7th
Ethnicity: Chinese
Birth Place: Moses Lake, Washington
Location: Atlanta, Ga
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: Biology, Neurochemistry
Occupation: Trauma Surgeon
Languages: English

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Height: 5'6"
Weight: 130lbs
Build: Curvy
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dark Brown, straight
Skin Tone: Medium with peach undertones
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:

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Adaptable * Vindictive * Observant * Boisterous

Sexuality: Bi-sexual
Relationship Status: Divorced
Personality: Viv is a loud mouth, it is as simple as that. She tells people exactly what she is thinking when she thinks it and could really care less about the consequences. Perhaps not the best trait for a doctor to have but it wasn't always like that. Times change people and they have certainly changed the Doc. What was once a compassionate person bent on trying to save everyone, she has turned into a survival of the fittest. She will save members of the group when needed but she can be rather vindictive; so hope you aren't on her bad side when you need her help. She'd rather save the supplies for someone worth her time.

On the upside, Vivian is very adaptable and thinks on her feet; she will improvise what is needed to survive and come up with off the wall ways to keep going. Never one to think inside the box this has proven to be an invaluable skill in this day and age. She watches people and her surroundings carefully, always on watch; she is usually the first person to notice when something is off and she'll let the right people know is anything sets off her spidey senses.
Habits: Bites her bottom lip when concentrating; smokes when she can find cigarettes
Hobbies: People watching
Fears: 3 real fears that make your character unhinged - Other than Infection And Death

• Saving the wrong person
• Killing the wrong person
• Thunderstorms

Likes: 6 minimal

• Analyzing people
• Organizing supplies
• Finding creative ways to kill Walkers (Zombie Kill Of The Week Anyone?)
• Talking like one of the Chipmunks to annoy people
• Playing cards
• Coffee (she'd sell her soul for a constant supply of the stuff)

Dislikes: 6 minimal

• Sugar Coaters
• Rain
• Heat (So she's normally ticked from like March until November)
• Humidity (Yup, adds to the tickedness)
• Lazy People
• Pets

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Pre Outbreak Skills: Max 5 - History must reflect these knowledges

• General Medicine
• General Surgery
• Trauma Surgery
• Brain Surgery
• People Reading

Post Outbreak Skills: Max 5 - Each Type of Gun Counts as 1 skill, Machete and Sword each are separate. History must reflect learning these skills.

• Combat Surgery
• Walker Research
• Psychology
• Medical Improvisation
• Dagger

Current Supplies: All things listed separately. For example - clothing cannot be listed as clothing - coat, shirt, shoes, shocks, underwear, etc - all count as one item each for extras - you are allowed one set that will consist of a shirt, shoes, socks, pants and overcoat to count as what you are currently wearing. Each full clip counts as one, each box of ammo must have listed how many bullets in each. (Keep it reasonable. I will keep these things very limited - no debating.) Max 10, including current clothing, so you may add 9 more.

• Current Clothing - Basic hiking boots, worn jeans, v-neck t-shirt, leather coat
• Stethoscope
• Med Kit
• Spyderco Civilian Pocket Knife

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Your First Walker Encounter: Grady memorial became ground zero that day and Doc was on shift.. People were sick and there was no explanation to why. An epidemic of some sort but no information on what caused it. All the ER could do was treat the symptoms. People died, there was nothing to stop it. Then it happened, one body left behind as another patient was brought in. While many corpses where changed unknown in the morgue; this was the first in the ER.

Doc was intubating a patient when her nurse was grabbed from behind and eaten on. Panic ensued for everyone but Vivian; she was nearly mesmerized by what was happening. She didn't snap out of it until Dr. Fields drove a scalpel into the Walkers eye and it dropped. That was just the beginning of hell and Docs own personal change.

History Before Outbreak: Vivian was born the second generation of an immigrant family from Hong Kong in the small scrub desert town of Moses Lake Washington. She grew up one of the few non-Caucasian or Latino in the Potato Producing Capital of the U.S. Winters were cold, summers hot but it was dry, so it wasn't bad.

She excelled in school; spending her time either studying or interning at the MLC when she was in High School. Graduating a year early; got a full scholarship to Harvard Med and jetted out to the East Coast. (She refused to stay home and attend Big Bend Community College for two years)

Med school went fast and she graduated summa cum laude, did her residency at Massecheuttes General; specializing in Neuro Surgery. That was all fine and good but she wanted to get faster, better and more focused. She transferred to Grady Memorial in Atlanta at 33 to work in their Trauma 1 unit under a 3 year contract.

The heat and humidity made her regret the decision but a contract was a contract; she stuck it out. Over the next two years she thrived in the ER but was looking forward to the completion of her contract so she could take a job at Mayo Clinic in Minnesota. That was until the break out; there goes snowy winters.

History Since Outbreak:
The first fee weeks after the outbreak were horrid but all you could do was fight or run; and hope you didn't die. Evac was ordered and Vivian took to the roof with a critical patient. That was where she met Leann, the only pilot left at Dobbins willing to land in downtown Atlanta.

During the Evac, the patient went past the point of no return. Before he died Vivian put a scalpel into his brain and shoved the body out of the helicopter to crash into 75/85 below. She didn't even flinch, to her it was them or him. The once caring driven doctor had changed and it only got worse from there.

Over the next year's she and LeAnn, along with a group of others kept moving. Losing many, gaining more. This was life now and while she wasn't good in fighting the Walkers, she was invaluable with keeping the group going. Though her cruel survival of the fittest streak grew and a vindictive nature set in after she ended up saving a farmer in Tennessee, only to have him turn on the group. Now she takes no choices.

When the group settled in Newnan, Vivian was put in charge of medical; rightly so but she is watched closely. LeAnn worries she may pass a point of no return soon if something doesn't change but right now Vivian is the best medical personnel they have; so it is better the devil you know than none at all.

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Character Quote: Everyone dies, I've just pissed off the Grim Reaper more than most by delaying some of his harvests.
Theme Song: Possession - Evans Blue Cover
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: 18
How Many People Have You Killed: 3
Why: They needed to die, simple as that.
Anything Else: April Fools

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Name:Ashton Jameson Holloway
Aliases: Ash, Captain
Age: 34
Birthday: March 9th ("Panic Day")
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Esmont, VA
Location: At time of outbreak: Marietta, GA
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Virginia Military Institute, Engineering & Officer Training
Occupation: Captain, U.S. Army - Combat Engineer
Languages: English (native), Spanish (intermediate)

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Height: 5'11"
Weight: 180
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Light, Caucasian
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Several small scars gathered from growing up in the sticks. No tattoos.

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Disciplined * Sarcastic * Resolute * Temperamental * Responsible * Stoic

Sexuality: Hetero
Relationship Status: Claimed
Personality:
Ash is a person of some duality. Those who have seen him at work will tell you that he is a man driven to mathematical precision in his thought and action. He is a skillful planner and deliberate executor of said plans. Ash is disciplined, intelligent, patient, and driven.

Anyone who knew him before, outside of work will tell you a different story. They would describe him as a hard drinking, laid back, casual kind of guy who knows how to slow down and enjoy the simple things in life. Also, fire might be involved. His rural Virginian upbringing comes to the forefront on these occasions, as does a more pronounced accent.

Since the outbreak began, his casual side shows less and less frequently. He felt some responsibility for the deaths of his people over the last two years (starting with his novia), which caused him to withdraw from many personal interactions. The irony of this: he needs people in his life to balance out his psyche. Without people, Ash cam become very dark. For a time, his mental stability was questionable.

Ash took Newman's loss hard to begin with, but it filled him with a sense of purpose. He has a mission, for himself and the people he calls family. The continuing irony in his life is that, with next to nothing left and hope coming in an eyedropper, his mind is clearer and he is more alive than he has been in a long time. His sense of compassion, while still present in his psyche, has grown into an empathetic sense of responsibility. He still cares, still has mercy - but no longer allows it to affect the hard decisions.

Habits: Caffeine (when he can get it), Drums fingers
Hobbies: Moonshining
Fears:

• Losing loved ones
• Failing his people
• Mental illness

Likes:

• Fine (and not so fine) alcohols
• Reading
• Tinkering
• Mythbusters
• Puzzles
• Working with his hands

Dislikes:

• Artificial sweeteners
• Useless people
• Lone Wolf types - they get people killed
• Ticks (ew)
• Shoddy work
• Car alarms

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Distilling
• Engineering
• Pistol
• Rifle
• Mechanic

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Knife
• Machete
• Archery
• Hunting
• Leadership
• Boxing
• EMT Training
• Stealth
• Advanced Driving
• Basic Russian

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - 1 Pair Boxers, 1 Pair Black Socks, 1 Gray T-Shirt, Worn Light-Blue Jeans, 1 Pair Work Boots, black belt
• Black Handled Machete
• Marlin Model 1895GBL Lever-Action Rifle - Big Loop 5+1-round capacity, full
• 1 extra bullet
• Dog Tags (his and Thana Martin's)
• Leann's Flight Jacket
• Worn out maroon "Lands End" Backpack
• 1 can of corn
• Plastic bag half full of pecans
• Empty bottle
• Bottle of crappy whiskey
• Worn paper map of the Southeast

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Your First Walker Encounter:

Ash's first encounter with a Walker took place in the streets of Atlanta. He was one of the officers in charge of constructing the various "safe zones" in the city limits, providing water service, barricades, etc. Unfortunately, his orders gave detail for containing a viral outbreak with possible rioting. Local police were expected to handle looting and handle most of the crowd control.

The Powers That Be either didn't know what was really going on, else they simply didn't want to tell the soldiers on the ground. Either way, they were ill-equipped to deal with the threat when it came. The safe zone he was presently in charge of was overrun from the inside, courtesy of the already infected let in for "treatment". His first experience with a Walker came when it, and several others, burst out of a prefab medical shelter and began to eat his people.

Realizing the problem was far worse than he was led to believe, Ash got as many of his people that he could over to the nearest established military installation - Dobbins ARB.

History Before Outbreak:

Raised in a rural mountain town in Virginia, Ash was the youngest of three boys in a financially challenged household. Ends were met, and occasionally profit made, by the family tradition of the manufacture and distribution of illicit grain alcohol. Eventually, the family went legit after enough savings allowed them to purchase the necessary permits and a building. It was marketed as "Homestyle Appalachian Sippin' Whiskey". His childhood was somewhat rough, but manageable enough.

Upon completing High School, he was accepted into the Virginia Military Institute, where he received a Masters in Engineering. He had a keen mind and attention to detail that lent himself well to his new profession. After graduation, Ash spent the next few years assigned to various places of interest as a combat engineer before being pulled back to the States for reasons unknown.

Ash was assigned to work with the Army Corps of Engineers, Conservation Dept. in Marietta, GA, working alongside various medical organizations and investigative agencies on a project involving disease containment, urban evacuation, and the setting up of caches and safe zones to help facilitate these endeavors.

Several unintended deaths later, he received a battlefield promotion from Lieutenant to Captain. He literally had to pull his Captain’s Bars off of the corpse of the man he replaced, before putting a blade through his skull. Circumstances being what they were, the “battle” never technically ended, and his rank stuck.

History Since Outbreak:

When Atlanta fell, most of the Dobbins staff scattered, taking away everything they could carry or fit into a vehicle. Ash debated staying, fortifying a few of the inner buildings, but eventually abandoned this idea as it was impractical for the small number of personnel remaining to fully secure the area. This was exacerbated by the situation: people broke off into their own factions, resulting in massive infighting to hold onto what buildings and provisions they could claim. Survival was more likely were he to leave.

The next year saw him slowly returning to his hometown to see to his family’s safety. Heartbreak hit him when he found out that his mother was taken by Walkers and his long-term girlfriend had been missing since the outbreak, presumably run off or dead like so many others. He stuck around to see to friends and family. Fortifying his father’s distillery, he moved a good chunk of townsfolk in or around the complex.

A megahorde from Charlottesville shambled right up to their home unannounced and laid siege to the distillery. Some of the people inside thought it would be best to make a run for it, unwittingly letting the dead breach their defenses. Half of the people inside were killed in the ensuing battle, including his father and one remaining sibling.

Plan B: In the event that a scared, drunk asshole ruins the good thing they had going, the survivors were to hole up in the distillery’s motor pool and form a convoy, led by Ash’s personal engineering project, “The Hordebuster”. (looks a little like this) The ‘Buster is a large, hoary ware carrier/industrial truck, older model with easily machinable parts that runs on diesel (and alcohol). It has been armored, fitted with a monstrous cow-catcher, and loaded with enough spare parts, drums of fuel/booze, and supplies to keep it going for a long while. It’s even got a small sleeper cabin. Leading the way, the Hordebuster brought the remaining survivors, a good amount of supplies and a metric shit-ton of alcohol out of the chaos and onto the trucking roads of the Appalachians. (He’s entertaining outfitting it for light offroad work.)

Trekking westward, he found a lot of (formerly) high populated areas amid otherwise wide stretches of grass and nothing. The former populations (now undead) stayed clustered near the cities, for the most part, making supply runs dangerous to the extreme, the next place to restock usually perilously far away. Ash’s string of crappy luck and loss of more life, coupled by the harsh winter soured him to the prospect of making a life out that way.

New Plan: Find a warm place with a very long growing season, preferably surrounded by deep water with a smaller original population. One of the smaller islands in the Florida Keys seemed ideal. A stop in Kentucky refilled their supplies of pure grain alcohol (the scamps), and the Virginia group barreled down through Tennessee. Somewhere near Murfreesboro, a supply run at a truck stop had Ash meeting up with fellow Dobbins ARB survivor Lt. Colonel Leann McCormick.

Convincing her that the northern route was slightly more suicidal than returning south, Leann and a particularly offputting Doctor joined his group. They traveled back into Georgia, moving around I-285 at first to pick up military caches his Engineering teams set up before Atlanta fell to supply their new mission. On the way, their caravan grew as they found other survivors willing to help and accept their leadership.

Around the Atlanta South area, Leann (whom he still referred to as “Colonel”) approached Ash with a suggestion: Newnan, GA. Tactical and practical reasons were given as to why it would be a favorable location. After some discussion on the matter, Ash relented with the proviso that, if it fell through, they resume his plan for Florida.

Settling in, he submitted to her experience on the issue, and began working toward making Newnan a home.



As fate would have it, Newnan fell. Several factors contributed to it, and no one was at fault. Mother Nature took a hammer to their community, and almost everyone died because of it. The few survivors were scattered, but they had a fallback plan. Unfortunately, a megahorde, unpleasant strangers, mechanical issues and a host of other setbacks kept holding his small group up. They had deaths, they had reunions, they lost everything and are still trying to hold it together. A year passed in total, and his group is still confident, still driven at this time. They still had a goal, which was more than most had.

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Character Quote:
“…damnit…”
“Combat Engineer – Because being a Badass Motherfucker is not an official job title.”
“Get behind. I’ll clear the way.”
“Me and my ‘Buster will do just fine, thanks.”
“Corn squeezin’s?”

Theme Song:

How Many Walkers Have You Killed: Before Newnan, it was only a few dozen. Now? Hell, whether it was up close and personal, with a bow or gun, or behind the wheel of my Hordebuster, I lost count a long time ago. Hundreds maybe, by this time.
How Many People Have You Killed: The last time someone asked me this question, I told her five, since it all happened. More before, but there was a war on. But ever since we got something to fight for, that number got a lot bigger. I'm not proud, and I'm not ashamed, either. A lot.
Why: Snappy comebacks and bullshit aside, I killed, and so many, because I had to. I did it so the people I care about could eat and breathe for one more day. So we could survive.

Anything Else:

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Faceclaim: Michael Biehn

Refers to zombies as "The Dead", as did the rest of his group from Virginia before their untimely demise.

• Dog Tag Information:
  
  • Name: Holloway, Ashton J.
  • Serial Number: 231-84-6806
  • Branch: Army
  • Blood Type: O Positive
  • Religious Preference: Methodist

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Practical * Quiet * Bookworm * Soft-hearted

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• Watching his sister die
• Failing at his job
• Killing a human being, even if they deserve it

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• Books
• Studying
• Plants
• Quiet or situations that aren't stressful or tense
• Food

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• Walkers (obviously)
• Being called weak
• People who unnecessarily risk theirs and others lives
• Having to talk to people he doesn't know very much

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Empathy
• Gardening
• Basic shooting skills

Post Outbreak Skills

• Improved shooting skills
• Communication
• Improved strength (by working out as often as possible to increase muscle mass)

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - Old, somewhat stained dark green t shirt with some black jeans and black combat boots. For colder weather, he has his precious leather jacket
• A small notebook detailing some of his research
• A knife
• A constant supply of pens and pencils
• Reading glasses

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Anything Else: *Takes pictures*

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Loud-mouth * Easy going * Independent* Insecure

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• Losing her brother
• Causing the death of someone else
• Being left behind

Likes:

• Children
• Energetic people
• Calm days
• Dogs, or any animals that aren’t out to kill her
• Copious amounts of tea, any kind as long as there’s no milk

Dislikes:

• Walkers (obviously)
• Being ignored
• Sweet food
• Arrogance
• Being compared to her twin

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Hunting via tracking
• Diplomacy
• Archery
• Stealth

Post Outbreak Skills

• Butchering game
• First aid
• Being a team-player
• Anti-tracking

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing – Black jeans, white racerback tank with black combat boots and a leather jacket.
• Colt M1911A1 with 4 rounds inside
• 7 extra rounds
• Hunting knife
• Her lucky handkerchief

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Anything Else: *Takes pictures*

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Name:James Mandingo Grady
Aliases: Black James!, Mr. Grady, Sir
Age: 42
Birthday: November 5th (Remember, remember...)
Ethnicity: African-American
Birth Place: Leesburg, GA
Location: At time of outbreak: Somewhere around Columbus, GA, out in the sticks
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: No secondary education, G.E.D. recipient.
Occupation: Backwoods Folk Hero
Languages: English (kinda)

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Height: 6'0""
Weight: 230
Build: Strong, but girthy
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black, very short
Skin Tone: Snipes-y Chestnut
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Many small scars, a couple of big ones from tusk gorings.

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Kind * Inappropriate * Humorous * Overly Talkative * Industrious

Sexuality: He's all about the ladies.
Relationship Status: Between involvements.
Personality:
He is BLACK MOTHERFUCKING MANDINGO JAMES, BITCHES. <ahem> Sorry... James is an open, good natured, black, pagan redneck. He's a trustworthy individual, adapted well to surviving on his own despite the risk he takes for himself, but really finds his best when he's with people.

James is a larger-than-life, bombastic individual. Always a smartassed remark on standby, but also an intelligent observation backing it up. He's a great guy (just ask him), just a little odd, is all. Dangerous, too, unless you're counted among his friends. He genuinely loves to laugh, though the reasons for it are less nowadays.

Habits: Never eats past 8 p.m., bites nails
Hobbies: Smoking meat, growing things
Fears:

• Spiders
• Quicksand
• Cuttlefish

Likes:

• Red Velvet Cake
• Wrestling
• Comic Books
• Martial Arts Movies
• Goth Girls
• Fishing

Dislikes:

• Caucasians in white hoods
• Fools (He pities them, you see.)
• Overly positive people
• Stupidity
• The Song That Never Ends
• Venereal Diseases
• Running

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Hogging
• Agriculture
• Dog Training
• Rifle (excellent)
• Archery (high proficiency)

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Knife
• Pistol
• Redneck Engineering
• Smokehousery
• Axe/Hatchet
• Hunting
• Rustic Cuisine
• Canning/Food Preservation

Current Supplies:

• Denim overalls, big black boots, tan cowboy hat, bandanna, wraparound sunglasses, plaid flannel, t-shirt, brown leather jacket with white fuzzy lining
• Bigassed hunting knife
• Lumber Axe
• Beretta 17 pistol
• Clip 9mm, (17+1 standard load)
• Barret M107 .50 Browning Heavy Sniper System, Anti Tank/Anti Material Rifle, 10(50 extended) shot external mag - "Vera"
• Duct Tape, lots
• Game processing tools, manual
• Composite Recurve Bow (50 lb draw, 165 assisted)
• Case, 20 arrows, various

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Your First Walker Encounter:
It was at a bonfire party, out in a field somewhere in south Georgia. There was a huge fire, helped along by diesel fuel and magnesium bits from an engine block. Big fire, people playing guitars, banjos, and the like, drunk as all Hell and making a lot of noise.

A clinic nearby was used as one of many secondary points to house patients, runoff from the county hospital. Some kind of epidemic. When "epidemic" turned into "mass of walking corpses hungering for the flesh of the living", they gravitated toward the bright and noisy speck in the distance - Redneck bonfire party.

When they shambled out there, most kept moving for the fire, but some decided to take a bite out of the living. It took James and all those Good Ol' Boys a while before they figured out that only a headshot would do, those that didn't run off.

History Before Outbreak:
James Grady is an intelligent and sturdy man whose pursuits kept him away from large cities, probably helping his chances for survival early on. He dropped out of school at 16 to pursue a career in the Hogging and Agriculture industries, but easily passed the tests to earn his G.E.D.

He lived and worked on a farm out near Leesburg, GA, occasionally taking jobs hunting nuisance hogs with a group of locals. His skill with a rifle and bow were of immense help to him in this endeavor, and he quickly became the best Hogger of his group, capable of handling even big jobs solo (though it is not recommended). He became the "go to" wild pig man in the region, often employing dogs and pit traps.

The next few years saw James traveling, taking jobs of this nature around the American South (mostly). Racking up quite a reputation not only for his particularly useful skills as a modern-day Ranger, but for his colorful antics and unique attitude. Black James, as he prefers to be called, had achieved a sort of Folk Hero status across that part of the country, from Texas around to Virginia. Some guy out near Beaumont even wrote and recorded a song for him, called "The Ballad of Black James". Many Chuck Norris/Bill Brasky attributes were given to him as a result of this song, time and fertile imaginations fueling the Legend that is Black James.

History Since Outbreak:

Since the outbreak, James has taken more to a natural state of being, tracking and living off of groups of wild hogs in a nomadic sort of lifestyle. Not unlike our Native brethren of old, following the migration of the mighty Buffalo across the plains, Black James has accepted the more uncertain, meandering path of the less noble and somewhat meaner Hog.

This has brought him into conflict with more than a few people. Plus, the sounds of hogs grunting and rooting about tend to draw Walkers every now and again, making his lifestyle perilous. Regardless, he is still the best at what he does in this regard, and if anyone can keep it up it's him. His presence has actually kept entire sounders of swine from being scattered or eaten by the dead, and their numbers now flourish out in the world.

James drives a large, offroad truck with a passenger cab that can usually be seen pulling a formidable looking wood smoker. This last item he liberated from a smokehouse in north Georgia, as well as many tools and bits literature on the subject. Tucked away in his truck, he has an appropriated rifle of frightening power, his M107, taken from a scavenging run on a National Guard armory. It had been cleaned out previously, but miraculously, this piece of massive firepower was found waiting for him behind the information desk up front. He's used it twice, as the situation called for it. Both times, he realized in hindsight that it was still too much gun for the job. James calls it "Vera".

He is giving thought to settling in one area for a log while, rejoining what's left of society, as it were. Use his skills to prepare food, set up an agricultural base, or hunt for a group. He needs people, if only to make sure that his cheese doesn't completely slip off his cracker.

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Character Quote:
“You sure you wanna ride this train?"
"You don't go runnin' at the hog. You make it come a'runnin' to you."
"Aw, Hell naw."

Theme Song:

How Many Walkers Have You Killed: Lots. I was keepin' score for a while there, but after I blew up that gas station I just lost count.
How Many People Have You Killed: Three. Mostly I try to get outta there, but some muthafuckas get determined to step between me and where the bullet shoulda gone.
Why: I try to be a "Live And Let Live" man, but most everyone else ain't. Had to adapt.
Anything Else:

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Faceclaim: Black Country

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♫ Ashton Holloway ♫

"Ash? Yeah, he's a great guy. Needs to lighten up and get to know folks, but that gruff sumbitch cares about people. And don't think for a second that his "homemade ethanol" is fooling anyone."

Ash and James are genuine friends. They have little in common except for a rural upbringing, but their skills tend to compliment each other while on runs and within the community. The very grounded Ash and the very extroverted James are slowly influencing each other. They also have a mutual fondness for Craft Spirits. James tries to keep Ash social, noting that he requires people to keep him, as he puts it, "human".

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James Grady

"That's a smooth muthafucka there, that's right! I'm gonna buy that man a beer. <glug glug glug braaaarp>"

What can I say? He's a big fan of himself.

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☮ Kristina Smith ☮

"Girl's been through the wringer, no doubt 'bout it. Imma make sure she lands on her feet."

James and Maria were close. He got her little sister Kristina jobs under him in Agriculture to keep her busy and safe. Well, as safe as one can get, this day and age. James keeps "Little Sister" under his wing, acting as a more comforting, guiding influence. One day, she might just get her own pair of overalls and a stetson, and join him on a Hog Hunt. (fingers crossed)

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§ Richard Johnson §

"NO."

James brought Richard back to Newnan. After a few tense moments, he kinda wish he hadn't. Now, the best defense against the Dead is other people. As many Other People as you can. But that won't last without trust, or at least a common goal. Ash and Zoie insist that he can turn around with time and support, but James remains wary of the man.

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☮ Zoie Crawford ☮

"Miss Zoie? Hells yeah, that's my people!"

James and Zoie knew each other since long before the Outbreak. They're from around the same area of South Georgia, and despite the necessary attitude change of "kill or die", they're pretty much the same people they were before: Loud, Southern, and fun-loving. James was a friend of Zoie's family; he remains amazed that he just happened across her.

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☯ Victor Bonheur Symbol ☯

"Doc Froggy's ok, for a French fella. Can't wait to get him in on summa that good French food. Ya know, frog legs, maybe some Gator Etouffee if'n I can wrassle one up."

James and the Doc haven't had a lot of "getting to know you" time. Their duties don't make for a whole lot of crossover. It is his hope that they'll get to know each other. Without him, the attack upon Newnan would have ended much worse.

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☯ Sophia Harris ☯

"Girl came in hurt. Looking forward to getting to know her."

James and Sophia hadn't had an opportunity to talk much. He's looking forward to getting to know her better. That may be difficult as their jobs have little crossover, but there's always meal times and runs.

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Symbol Tatiana Korvo Symbol

" - "

Relation Details

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☮ Bridgette Vinters ☮

"Girl got some o' them Anger Issues, but she can drink and cuss with the best of 'em."

Bridgette's explosive personality is, in its own way, similar to his outgoing one. He gets her, at least on some level. As long as they remain respectful of each other, James is all smiles around her. Overall, James thinks Bridgette is fun to hang around with.

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☮ Astrid Hansen ☮

"She's an odd duck, that'n, but I ain't the judgin' type. She good company, and keeps good company, too."

James doesn't associate with Astrid much, but he does hang around people that do. They all agree that Astrid is a stand-up lady. James believes this also, but thinks she needs to vocalize more.

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☮ Agnes Johannsson ☮

"Girl is my Runnin' Partner. Good head on her. And! And, I think I made her smile once."

Bryn (Agnes) works with James as the official Recruiting Team. People need people to survive, and every so often the two of them will suspend their regular duties and search for survivors. James has come to trust Bryn, but it will take a while before he equates her with his last troublemaking partner.

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☯ Niesha Burkstien ☯

"Yeah, she knows pills. Now she can learn flowers n' shrubs."

Niesha works under James, learning basic plant care and botany from Sidd. James had heard complaints from the Medical staff, and recommended that she be put under his command in the Medical Garden. She keeps in the periphery of medicine, but out of Froggy's hair.

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Symbol Jack Hudson Symbol

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Relation Details

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⚜❅ Ashton Holloway ❅⚜
"Ash? Yeah, he's a great guy. Needs to lighten up, but that gruff sumbitch cares about folks. And we care about him. Well, most of us."

Ash and James are genuine friends. They have little in common except for a rural upbringing, but their skills tend to compliment each other while on runs and within the community. The very grounded Ash and the very extroverted James are slowly influencing each other. They also have a mutual fondness for Craft Spirits. James tries to keep Ash social, noting that he requires people to keep him, as he puts it, "human".

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James Grady
"That's a smooth muthafucka there, that's right! I'm gonna buy that man a beer. <glug glug glug braaaarp>"

What can I say? He's a big fan of himself. He's been taking on a lot more responsibilities, too, not the least of which being making sure everyone in Newnan eats as his personal duty.

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❅ Kristina Smith ❅
"This my baby sister. She's gonna be ok, I'll make sure."

James and Maria were close. He got her little sister Kristina jobs under him in Agriculture to keep her busy and safe. Well, as safe as one can get, this day and age. James keeps "Little Sister" under his wing, acting as a more comforting, guiding influence. One day, she might just get her own pair of overalls and a stetson, and join him on a Hog Hunt. (fingers crossed) In the meantime, she's doing just fine learning about Livestock and Agriculture, and James is happy to teach.

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☢ Richard Johnson ☢
"NO."

Nothing has changed between these two, and it looks like it never will. If anything, Dick has become more unpredictable and rude as time and tragic events have passed.

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✿⚜ Dr. Victor Bonheur ⚜✿
"Froggy? That's my guy, right there!"

So, they've had time to get to know each other, and James can honestly say that he likes the man. Victor does a lot for Newnan, and James appreciates him. The fact that Froggy digs on James's more epicurean endeavors doesn't hurt matters, either.

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❅ Tatiana Korvo ❅
"She just too damn adorable to be real. And I'm okay with that."

There is familial affection here. Tatiana has proven to be open and bubbly, and James finds her a joy to be around. If only she wouldn't propel herself quite so hard at him with those dancer's legs when coming in for a hug, but hey - life isn't perfect. Still getting a little love.

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❅ Agnes Brynja Johannsson ❅
"No! Nope, I KNOW that was a smile this time, yeah?"

James got through to the stoic lady, and she's got one hell of a personality underneath all of that armor. Actual, complete sentences! Holy crap! And teeth, too! Damned good hunting partner, when it comes to it.

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✿ Niesha Burkstien ✿
"Nah, she's okay. Just needed a little time."

Things are getting better. Honestly. Niesha just had to get her bearings, work through some stuff, and she's on a good path. Not there yet, but James can see that she's trying. And making some good connections with the people around her. Ash and Froggy need to give her the benefit of the doubt, is his opinion.

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☯ Raymond Mendoza ☯
"Yeah, he's alright."

Not a lot of bonding time here, but he's not going to let that color a negative opinion of the man. Wait and see - he seems like a good guy.

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✿ Jack Hudson ✿
"Ooh, he is just chock fulla trying to help. Nice guy to hang around with. Pretty good shot, too."

James likes their new Security Lead. He's an open and honest type, and Tati loves him, obviously. Great guy for a Boy's Night Out, if such a thing can be swung in an Apocalypse.

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☯ Ryan O'Reily ☯
"Ain't sure about him yet, but I'm keeping an eye out."

It's difficult to manipulate a guy like James in a manner that isn't threatening. He has no vices to exploit except for a love of good, smoked meats, and is friends with most everyone. James appreciates the information that he can provide, and his skills are useful. All the same, it's going to take more than a friendly smile and quick banter to make them truly friends.

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✿ Tiffany Lyle ✿
"Another bow lady! That's pretty cool."

They're both rather easygoing, both shoot arrows with varying degrees of proficiency, and seem to like being alive. That's good enough for James.

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✿ Amelia Payne ✿
"Yeah! Um, whatchoo need, little lady?"

James doesn't know much about Amelia, but he's not going to let that stop him from being personable. She has this, "I'm here and doing my job, just let me do it" mentality that, while it doesn't make her stand out, James can respect. Nice lady.

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✿ Schrödinger ✿
"Hey! My meat!"

He's adorable, quiet, and feline. So naturally, James is okay with him. If he has any problems with the little guy, it's when he's ninja'ing bits of meat away from James's smoker.

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✿⚜ Meghna Kumar ⚜✿
"She's a cool lady. Not that runs are fun or nothin', but it's always better with her around. She knows when to be quiet, when to run, when to fight... and still has good relations with the kids back home."

James has been good with Meghna for as long as he's been in Newnan. He honestly can find nothing negative about her, and admires her for her array of talents. Not to mention having a fellow optimist in the group; it counts for a lot.

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☯ Ciel Jaquith ☯
"Kid done good, gettin' this far."

While he doesn't have a lot of contact with the younger of Newnan's residents, James has heard of Ciel. Takes guts, surviving on your own. Can't be easy when you're a kid, either. Hats off to him.

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Sana Rouen
"Ask her to shoot somebody, she gotta make a decision what to do it with. Damn."

Sana has been James's student, learning the long rifle. As it turns out, her affinity for projectiles carried over very well - Sana is a prodigy. Probably soon to replace him as Newnan's premier sniper. Not that he's jealous; it means Newnan is stronger for it, and he can spend more time on his other duties.

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✿ Beatrice Decker ✿
"Bea? I met her coming in. Smart girl, ain't nobody's bitch, neither."

These two are cool with each other, despite certain social proclivities of hers. They have little in common except for a very honest start, but sometimes that's enough.

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✿ Riley Ridgeway ✿
"I heard about her from Before. Damn small world, ain't it?"

These two have become something of Partners in Smartassery. The occasional social drink and talking about incidents involving their respective celebrity backgrounds doesn't hurt, either. They're good with each other, though he does wish that she'd give Ash better consideration.

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☯ Chloe Ridgeway ☯
"Girl got some demons rattlin' around in there. Hope it all works out."

A lack of common ground keeps James from being more personable with Chloe. If anything, he'd like to help her out, but her difficulty with anything resembling an authority figure makes that difficult. Keeping an eye on that one, ready to extend an olive branch when needed. But for now, it's a more professional looking exchange.

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Name: Maria Sarah Smith
Aliases: Mar, Mara, Marie or Arie
Age: 24
Birthday: September, 29th, 1987
Ethnicity: Caucasian, (American)
Birth Place: Zelienople, Pennsylvania
Location: Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: Agriculture (Major), Food Studies (Minor
Occupation: Waitress at DeLuca's Retro Style Diner
Languages: English and Spanish

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Height: 5'7
Weight: 137lbs
Build: Slender light muscle tone due to being on a farm
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Brown, upper back length and curly.
Skin Tone: Tanned due to being out in the sun.
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Maria had her ears pierced at one point in her life but since the outbreak happened she removed them and they have since then closed back up again. She has a rose tattoo on her right shoulder. Maria has a rather large scar on her back due to an injury while working on her family farm.
Most recent scar, due to a bite between Maria's right shoulder and elbow has been recently amputated.

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Loyal * Stubborn * Calm * Hard Headed

Sexuality: Lesbian
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Maria is very loyal to a fault where she would follow someone who she considers a friend or family member, but when you do betray that trust then it will take a very long time for Maria to forgive and trust that person. Maria is very loving and a caring person once she gets to know you and will be very protective over them especially members her younger sister.

Maria is also known to be very stubborn when it comes to certain subjects and also very hardheaded. Maria also seems to be the happiest when she is out in the fields, or out doing some bow hunting for the community mainly due to her life growing up in the farm with her father which are the best memories she has of her father and family before her family got divorced and then the outbreak years later

Habits: Maria when she is nervous tends to rub the back of her neck, or bites her lower lip during an awkward situation. Maria also has the habit and will randomly just crack her fingers or neck.
Hobbies: Maria's true passions lay in farming and can be seen in the fields most of the time, bow hunting when Maria is not behind the safety of the walls of the community. Maria also has a love for music and knows how to play the guitar
Fears:

• Losing her sister
• Heights and falling from them

Thunderstorms
Likes:

• Farming/Panting crops.
• Animals such as dogs and cats
• Her younger sister
• Hunting
• Bright and sunny days
• Soda

Dislikes:

• Freezing temperatures
• Snow
• Bandits/raiders
• Walkers
• Bad weather
• Loud noises

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Expert with a bow.
• Agriculture both due to growing up on a farm as well as going to college for it.
• Hunting
• Tracking
• Identifying plants which are edible or poisonous or medicinal use.

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Shelter building
• Rifles
• Handguns
• Water filtration
• Scavenging

Current Supplies:

• Maria is currently wearing Black leather jacket, white button up tshirt, pair of blue jeans and a pair of brown boots.
• Professional hunting bow
• Quiver of ten arrows
• M-16 Assault Rifle
• Two extra clips of ammo of the M-16.
• Machete
• A picture of her family when they were all together.
• Deer necklace given to her by her father before moving out to college
• Refillable canteen

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Your First Walker Encounter: Maria had just finished her third semester at Chatham University which was the college she had chosen to go to. Maria drove all the way from the city of Pittsburgh to Zelienople to take the next couple of weeks off and spend some time with her father, since her mother and sisters were living in the city and saw them pretty often. When Maria got to the family farm it was rather deserted, and usually there was someone working out in the fields or in the barn.

She spent about thirty minutes walking around the farm, and decided to check inside the house when Maria entered the family room that's when she saw her father fending off one of the farmhands. Seeing the wound on his arm, and her father distracted by the entrance of his daughter the walker farm hand suddenly bit into Maria's father's neck. Doing the only thing Maria could she headed into the kitchen there was a cooking knife on the counter and quickly went to her father's aide and stabbed the walker in the back of the head.

Maria was shocked and scared seeing and witnessing what had just happened her father was in complete shock now and loosing blood and tried calling 911 only to hear that emergency service lines were completely busy. Maria quickly tried her best to stop the bleeding and then he died a five minutes later, Maria quickly tried calling her mother and sister but the lines were busy. Then her father came back, Maria tried to talk to her father but nothing she could have done to help him, and he lunged towards her the knife was still in her hand and in defense she stabbed her father in the head. Maria quickly grabbed her father's compound hunting bow and left to go to the city to look for her mother and two sisters

]History Before Outbreak:

[color=lightgreen][/color]Maria was born as the oldest in her family, her father owned a family farm outside of the town of Zelienople and her mother growing up on the farm from the age of seven when she was old enough she would take care of the farm animals, they owned four cows, five horses, ten sheep and about thirty chickens. Maria actually enjoyed working side by side with her father, when Maria was around the age of thirteen her father decided to take her out on their first hunting trip. He had bought her a bow her first kill was a white tailed deer, but when Maria was fifteen years old her mother and father started arguing constantly until eventually they filed for divorce. Maria had a choice to either live with her father or her mother, but she chose to stay with her father since they were closer and Maria was old enough to choose which parent she wanted to live with.

Maria was still close and saw her mother and sisters quiet often, when high school came around Maria did very well always getting A's and B's and the occasional C here and there. Maria eventually graduated from high school, and she went to Chatham University in Pittsburgh living in an apartment she would be able to see her mother and sisters fairly often. She got a part-time job at a retro diner in the city that sold mainly breakfast all day and worked there usually during the evenings while she went to school in the early morning and afternoon. Maria would also always visit her father as well during breaks or in between semesters.

College life was harder then high school was for Maria, but she still got good grades and managed to make quiet a few friends and she would spend time when she wasn't busy with either her part time job or school work. Maria also took some classes and learned how to speak Spanish she is fairly fluent with it. Then Maria finished her third semester of college and went back to her house to visit her father.

History Since Outbreak:

[color=lightgreen][/color]After what had happened to her father she quickly drove towards her mother's house where she and her sisters were living, as she turned on the radio to see what was going on Maria could hear riots already going on in Pittsburgh. Usually the drive was about thirty to forty minutes it ended up taking her about two hours to get there. When Maria was finally at her mother's house she was glad that they were actually home, and she told her family what had happened though she left out the part what she did to her father. As the riots in Pittsburgh got worse. And the city went into Martial Law and they were told to stay in their houses while things got under control. Later on that night power was shut off, and eventually the National Guard and military came in the day later.

The military and national guard had set up a safe zone around Heinz Field, and PNC Park telling the people that it would be safe there Maria, and her sisters and mother grabbed what they could and headed over there. Then things started to settle down and they stayed there for six months, until a horde of walkers managed to break through the gates. In the ensuing chaos Maria's mother and one of her sisters were killed by the walkers.

Devastated Maria and her sister though managed to get away with a small group and started to head south, they went through Virginia, the further they went south they would occasionally lose people until it was just the two of them alone. Near the boarder of North Carolina and Georgia, Maria and Kristina came across Lorna Dunn alone in a gas station. Lorna was struggling with a group of Walkers, doing the right thing Maria quickly drew out her bow and launched an arrow at one of the Walkers while her sister took out another and Lorna finally taking out the last one. They quickly became really good friends, and since then Lorna has been with their group.

As time went on their group started growing, then they met Richard Johnson he quickly convinced Maria to let him into their group much to Kristina's and Lorna's concerns they needed more muscle in the group and Maria let him in. A month passed, and their supplies were running very low Lorna suggested she and Richard go on a supply run. They were outside the small city of Gainesville, Maria and Richard could see a restaurant and decided to check it out for supplies.

That's when Richard who had his eyes on her since they met made his move on her, of course Maria didn't want that and quickly fought back which caused the attention of Walkers. Richard seeing the group of Walkers coming in quickly shot Maria in the leg, causing a grazing wound though not deep enough it was enough to slow her down. As the walkers got closer and closer Maria barely managed to get through the back door, seeing a dumpster nearby she quickly climbed inside just as the walkers started surrounding it.

About a day went by and Maria finally climbed out of the dumpster and slowly started making her way back to where her camp was only to find that it was all gone, and the group had moved on. Separated and heartbroken Maria traveled alone for the next few days before coming across James Grady, who had offered her a place to stay. Which she quickly said yes to and moved into the Newnan group, since then Maria had stayed there for the last three months contributing to the community and aiding with their agricultural and livestock needs becoming a real asset to the community.

Three months later Maria was reunited with Lorna and her sister Kristina, then word came of an attack on Newnan and they had to scrub their supply run and head back to Newnan. They managed to make it through the inner walls, to defend the town, after witnessing the loss of Leann, Lorna, Caesar, Vivian, and Alicia. Maria tried to get out and help, just as quickly as she left she was bit by a walker just below the shoulder. Taken back to the infirmary for the new Doctor Victor to amputate Maria's right arm, sadly due to blood loss she passed away leaving Kristina alone to fend by herself

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Character Quote: "My sister is everything and I will do anything for her"[/
Theme Song: Stand - Cassadee Pope (Cover)
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: "I have lost count I cant even remember.."
How Many People Have You Killed: "I've only killed two."
Why?: "Two people had my sister held hostage, they were going to kill her and shes the only family I have left I had to kill them."
Anything Else: This is so Mundane (RP)

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Name: Kristina Laura Smith
Aliases: Kris, Tina, Kristy or Krissy. Kiddo & Private (Nicknames given by Lorna
Age: 20
Birthday: October 9th, 1990
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Zelienople, Pennsylvania
Location: Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: High School Student at West Allegheny High School
Occupation: Fast food worker
Languages: English

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Height: 5'4
Weight: 123lbs
Build: Slender
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dark brown, curly and wavy just below her shoulders.
Skin Tone: Lightly tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Kristina had her ears pierced no other marks or tattoos.

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Passionate * Reckless * Loving * Sarcastic

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Had a boyfriend before the outbreak started for about a year, now single
Personality: Kristina once you first meet her she is quiet friendly and outgoing and at times can easily trust the people she considers her friends and family. She tries to liven up a room by trying to be as funny as possible, she is known to be very feisty and can come off as sarcastic which may rub some people the wrong way. Kristina is also a very honest person and will say whats on her mind as well even if it may hurt a persons feelings.

Kristina can also at times do some very reckless things such as trying to distract Walkers, or luring them away from the people she cares about. But when Kristina is alone she has been known to have a deep depression due to losing both her twin sister and mother, if asked about what happened she will storm out of a room
Habits: Kristina tends to bite at her nails when she is nervous or scared, or will play around with her hair whenever she gets very bored. If Kristina is lying her lips will quiver ever so slightly if you are able to notice and will always avoid eye contact with the person
Hobbies: Kristina was really into music, drawing, and even acting which she enjoyed and even applied for roles in her high school plays. When she is alone Maria is always seen drawing something on a notepad or paper or listening to music.
Fears:

• Losing the last member of her family Maria
• Spiders
• Clowns

Likes:

• Music
• Acting
• Movies
• Drawing/painting
• Cats
• Any kind of candy, from chocolates, gummy or hard candies.

Dislikes:

• Walkers
• Bad acting
• Dark places
• Bad weather
• Dogs
• Snow

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Very Basic Farming
• Very basic hunting
• Acting
• Drawing
• Track and field

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Parkour
• Water filtration
• Rifles and small firearms
• Shelter building
• Bow hunting
• Basic Farming
• Animal Husbandry
• Green Housing

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - Jean jacket, blue tshirt, blue jeans dark brown leather boots
• Hunting knife
• Glock 43 with two extra magazines.
• AK-47 two extra magazines
• Brown leather backpack
• three cans of food
• Necklace given to her by her boyfriend.

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Your First Walker Encounter: Kristina's first encounter with a walker she had just finished a day in high school the ride was about forty minutes long driving through the city, when the bus came to a stop at a stop light there was a panicked man who was furiously knocking on the door of the school bus to be let in. She looked outside of the window seeing what looked like a very bloodied woman with blood staining her shirt and a giant gash in her neck was chasing after him. The man quickly abandoned and continued to make a run down the sidewalk with the woman still after him. The bus quickly continued along its route, and Kristina watched as the woman finally caught up to the man and bit into his neck.

The bus ride otherwise went on like normal still other kids on the bus were talking constantly throughout the ride. When the bus finally gotten to Kristina's house she quickly went to turn on the news, as word of riots started going on in the city. A few minutes later Kristina saw her sister Maria coming into the house with the news of what happened to their father and what happened at the farm.

History Before Outbreak:Kristina was born on a farm with her identical twin sister named Anna, she was the older one being born a few minutes before her sister was. Growing up Kristina looked up to her older sister Maria quiet a bit though she didn't do as much work on the farm like her older sister did preferring to be inside and being with her mother and twin sister. Kristina was somewhat good in school though she had been known to get a few phone calls from school about her sarcastic attitude which had gotten her into trouble with her teachers. However she was still very smart regardless, she had quiet a lot of friends growing up and was always social able.

When Kristina was seven years old her parents filed for divorce her being very young she didn't have much of a choice and she moved to the city with her mother and sister. Starting a new school was a bit tough for her, but she eventually learned to adapt to her new life in a new school and a new town. When Kristina entered high school she fell in love with her first boyfriend and they dated for a long time, she also stared auditioning for high school plays always getting either a leading role or supporting which she enjoyed quiet a bit, she also applied to a fast food restaurant up until the start of the outbreak

History Since Outbreak:. Up until the fall of the Pittsburgh Safe Zone, and witnessing the horrible deaths of her twin sister Anna and her mother Kristina took it the hardest, and for awhile she blamed her older sister Maria and started doing reckless things up until an encounter with a group of scavengers who held her captive. She was luckily saved by Maria which finally woke her up, and that she would be leaving her sister alone in this world. The two of them traveled with their group for quiet awhile Kristina and Maria were eventually separated from their group due to a herd of walkers, since then the few that they managed to catch up to either were killed at some point or were killed by walkers.

They settled in Greeneville Tennessee for a bit to rest, and continued to go on their way after things started to get to hot due to a herd of walkers two members of their group and good friends of Kristina's were bitten by some walkers they couldn't do it themselves and asked Kristina to kill them both before they could turn. A month had passed Maria and her sister made it to Dillard near the boarder between Georgia and North Carolina. That's when they came across Lorna Dunn and the two sister quickly saved her. They stayed together for the last four months.

Then they met Richard Johnson, Kristina instantly felt very uncomfortable around him and like Lorna tried to convince her sister not to let them into their group. But they needed the strength so Maria let him in, they made it outside of Gainesville Lorna asked Maria and Richard to go on a supply run. About four or so hours later only Richard came back telling both the girls what had happened. Maria was killed by Walkers, and handed Lorna Maria's necklace. The news devastated her, and the two quickly kicked him out of the group they tried looking for Maria before it became unsafe and they had to move on.

Three months later Kristina was reunited with her older sister Maria while Lorna and her were running from a herd of Walkers they were hiding on top of broken down RV when they saw a vehicle drive up and saw that it was her sister. When they were getting to their location for the supply run they were called back to Newnan due to an attack by a hostile group. They made their way back to Newnan and managed to make it back into the inner walls, then the sisters went to secure the courthouse, Kristina stayed inside to watch over the prisoner while Maria was up in the clock tower.

Then things got worse Maria defied orders and left the courthouse to try and help, only to get bit a few seconds later and was escorted by Zoie to the infirmary where they had to amputate her right arm. Sadly it was not enough and due to the blood loss Kristina lost her sister, doing the only thing she could do and prevented her from turning as well as losing Lorna moments prior she is now alone in Newnan.

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Character Quote:"Family is the most important in this world and Maria is the only person I have left.."
Theme Song: Dear Daughter - Halestorm
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: "I don't even remember honestly lost count at around twenty.
How Many People Have You Killed: "Two people I never want to do something like that again.."
Why:"Two of my friends from school who were a couple and with us for a good while were bitten by walkers.. They asked me to kill them before they could turn."
Anything Else: "Once Upon A time..."

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☯ Ashton Holloway ☯
"He is a hardass, but a good person as long as he doesn't yell at me."
Kristina first met Ashton during the day in hell where she reunited with her sister, during their scrubbed run. After losing her sister Kris accidentally pissed the bossman off a little bit to much since then he has been watching her very closely. The last month has been tough on her, and she will do whatever job has been assigned to her by him and tries to stay out of his way.

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☮ James Grady ☮
"He's a pretty cool guy, very friendly kind of treats me like family."
Kris gets along pretty well with James, he took her under his wing after Maria's death and looks up to him and he watches over her. He set her up in agriculture and livestock he has helped raise the crops, as well as tend to the animals within the outerwall. When they aren't working sometimes Kristina will hangout with him, sometimes.

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Symbol Kristina Smith Symbol
"You already know about me stalker!"
Lookie at her bio nuff said. :P

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☠/§ Richard Johnson ☠/§
"Keep Dickface away from me, and we wont have any problems, got it? Okay cool"
Kris and Richard go way back, she still blames him from separating her from her sister all those months ago. It's safe to assume that the two of them will never get along, as long as they aren't working together there wont be any problems. Sometimes Kristina will just make a snide comment here and there, but Kris will keep her distance from him, and may leave the room if he is in there.

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☯/☮ Zoie Crawford ☯/☮
"She's a has kept me grounded somewhat after everything that has happened."
Kristina looks up to Zoie a little bit she could see her and Zoie being friends at some point, if something happened between her and Ash Zoie will usually get in between the two of them. Kris will listen to her and listens to her advice and does what she wants her to do usually.

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☮ Victor Bonheur ☮
"He is a good person, he helps me vent about Maria and Lorna.."
Kristina met Victor day one after doing his best to save Maria, she knew he did what he could to save her from dying but it wasn't enough. When Kris visits the infirmary and they aren't busy they will talk, she is still grieving over her loss and talks to him about it. They get along pretty will together.

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☮ Sophia Harris ☮
"I feel bad for her, she is a good person though."
Kristina the first day didn't have the time to get to know her, when she woke up Kristina was there and the two of them talked and gotten along well together. Kristina will sometimes give her some food or something to drink and has made her comfortable whenever Kris has time to step into the infirmary that is.

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Symbol Tatiana Korvo Symbol
"Thoughts on person"
Relation Details

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☯/§ Bridgette Vinters ☯/§
"She doesn't think before she speaks."
The first time they met they didn't hit it off very well, Kris has since then kept her distance the two of them rarely ever speak unless they really need to. Kris will usually glare at her if Bridgette insults her, but she remains fairly quiet.

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☯ Astrid Hansen ☯
"She's pretty quiet I don't know anything about her."
Kristina hasn't gotten to know her whenever she visits Sophia in the infirmary she will leave the room usually, so Kris hasn't had the time to truly get to know the Valkyrie.

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☯ Agnes Johannsson ☯
"Who? Oh the biker batgirl."
Kris and Agnes truly haven't had the time to get to know one another, the woman is very quiet aside from her verbal grunts and shrugs Kristina doesn't know anything about the woman other then that.

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☮ Niesha Burkstien ☮
"The girl who pissed off Froggy."
Kris has gotten to know Niesha a little bit, she gets along with her pretty well better then most people in Newnan have. Kristina usually is the one to give Niesha info on Sophia's status and how she is doing in the infirmary. Kris has token the time to get to know her and enjoys talking to her when she isn't busy.

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Symbol Jack Hudson Symbol
"Thoughts on person"
Relation Details

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§ ☠ Richard "The Dick" Johnson ☠ §
"I still fucking hate his guts, i'm sorry about Zoie though."
Kristina and Dick still have their rough history, still none of them have resolved their long standing hatred towards one another. However Kris knows he lost someone he cared for, and she feels bad about what happened still she keeps her distance from him.

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♫ ⚜ Victor "Froggy" Bonheur ⚜ ♫
"He's helped me so much since we've met, I look up to him as a father."
Kristina and Victor have been very close, since the death of her sister. Kristina both respects him, sees him as a best friend and a father figure to her. Kristina would do anything for him in a heartbeat and usually hangs out with him whenever they have free time.

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☯ Agnes Brynja Johannsson ☯
"Still quiet as ever, rarely hear her speak at least to me that is."
Kristina still barely knows anything about the woman, doesn't hear her talk that much. All she knows is that she was close to Bridgette, Astrid and Zoie.

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♫ Niesha Burkstien ♫
"I know it was really hard for Niesha when Sophia died, she was my friend to. We are always there for one another."
Kristina and Niesha have gotten closer as friends, after Sophia's death she was there for her friend. Knowing the feeling of losing someone you truly loved and loss of family. Their bond has gotten stronger since then.

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☯ Beatrice Decker ☯
"I don't know her very well, I get the feeling she is judging everyone. I say hi to her every now and then, that's about it."
Kris and Beatrice don't know each other very well other then bumping into each other, and maybe a hi here and there. Otherwise they haven't bonded that much with one another.

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☮ Chloe Ridgeway ☮
"I really like her, she seems like a really interesting person to hangout with. And she's Riley's sister which is cool."
Kristina and Chloe have gotten to know each other pretty well since she arrived in Newnan, they are usually seen sitting with one another during meal time. Or whenever they aren't busy Kristina maybe hanging out with Chloe from time to time.

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♫ Jack Hudson ♫
"He is like a goofy, but a fucking cool older brother I've never had before. All in all he is an awesome guy to be with."
Kristina and Jack have a brotherly, sisterly bond with each other he tends to be a bit protective over Kristina. She enjoys hanging out with him, and they get along really well together.

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☮ Amelia Payne ☮
"She's a good person to hangout with, and talk to. However she seems to be really shy whenever she is with others."
Amelia and Kristina are both on friendly terms with one another, they hangout whenever they can. However Kris can tell Amelia gets shy very often it seems but they get along really well with one another.

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☮ Ciel Jaquith ☮
"We understand and know each other, at least i'm not the youngest now."
Kristina and Ciel are on friendly terms, despite their eight year gap in age Kris respects the little guy and considers him a friend. If he ever did need anything she would be more then willing to help out, though he is one of the more quiet types.

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☯ ☮ Tiffany Lyle ☮ ☯
"She seems like an alright person, slowly getting to know her. She seems to really care a lot for Ray."
These two are slowly developing a friendship towards one another, they talk from time to time and friendly nod towards each other while passing each other during their duties in Newnan.

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⚜ ♫ Meghna "Meg" Kumar ♫ ⚜
"I look up to her like a sister, she has always been there for me since my sister died. All in all she is truly a great person to be around with."
Meghna and Kris have a strong bond towards one another, they do a lot of stuff together when they aren't busy and they get along really great together.

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☮ Riley Ridgeway ☮
"I loved her music, she seems like an awesome person to get to know and hang with."
Kristina and Riley have become pretty good friends, she sees her around Chloe quiet a lot. Kris knows that they got separated at some point, its great that they are now together again.

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☯ Raymond "Ray" Mendoza ☯
"I don't know him a whole lot, but he seems like a pretty cool guy. The third amputee I have gotten to know now."
Kristina feels bad that Ray had lost his leg, they haven't gotten the time to know one another very well, she seems him with Tiffany quiet a lot however since they have gotten to Newnan.

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☯ Sana Rouen ☯
"I know what she has gone through, losing a close sibling.."
During the early days of the outbreak Kristina saw the death of her mother and twin sister, then losing Maria not once but twice then being reunited with Maria, only to have her be taken away instantly. Kristina has been in dark places and knows exactly what Sana is going through. Kris enjoys talking with Sana remembering their siblings, maybe one day they can actually become friends, for now Kris is content with their talks.

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♫ Tatiana Korvo ♫
"She has such a big heart, definitely a big sister to me!"
Kristina and Tatiana have a close sisterly bond with each other, when she isn't busy working out in the fields or tending to the animals and crops Kris is most likely spending time with Tatiana. Over the last few months Kristina has been learning to dance by Tatiana, and enjoys ever minute of it. Kris also enjoys just simply spending time with Tati whenever possible.

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☯ Ryan O'Reily ☯
"Why is he staring at me like that? It's sort of creeps me the fuck out.
Whether Kris is spending time talking with Sana, or working in the fields, she occasionally sees Ryan looking at her. Kris sometimes sees that soft side of him when she is close by, but Kris truly hasn't had the time to approach him and talk to him about it.

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☮ ⚜ Captain Ashton "Ash" Holloway ☮ ⚜
"Ashton is a good man, he's been through a lot. But then again who hasn't these last several months?"
When they first met Kris and Ashton didn't get along really well, that was until her sister's death Kris looks up to the captain and respects him. She is one of the few people he has truly gotten to know, Kristina would do anything for Ashton.

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⚜ ♫ James "Black James" Mandingo Grady ⚜ ♫
"He has taught me so much, he's watched after me ever since I came here. I consider him a really good friend and I really do enjoy working with him."
Kris and Black James get along really well, they work very closely in the fields together. She truly respects him for everything that he has taught her. Kris looks up to him as a mentor while working out in the fields together as well.

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Name: Lorna Monroe Dunn
Aliases: Elma, Dee, Lore, Gunny.
Age: 34
Birthday: April 1st
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Charleston, South Carolina
Location: Beaufort, South Carolina
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: N/A – Military Career
Occupation: US Marine Corps Gunnery Sergeant
Languages: English and Russian

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Height: 5’9”
Weight: 132lbs
Build: Athletic and muscular, body fit for a marine
Eyes: Lighter side of blue
Hair: Dirty drab mix of brown and red tones
Skin Tone: Tanned side of fairer skin
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: No current piercings but formerly had pierced navel, ears and nose. Curved scar on her left forefinger pre-outbreak from a cooking accident, oval shaped scar on her left forearm from breaking up a bar fight in her earlier military days, small scar at the outer tip of her right eyebrow and various other minor scars on her legs and arms from military training. She has a small letter tattoo behind her left ear, curving around it. The letters are USMC. She has another small letter tattoo behind her right ear, curving in the same way as her USMC with the letters DNAL. Both tattoos have the same font style.

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Strong Willed * Hot-headed * Protective * Suspicious

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Lorna is a tough cookie who knows what she wants and works her ass off to get it. She was never a fan of the classroom environment and is much more comfortable learning skills hands on or from a book in her own time. She is fiercely loyal and protective of those she deems worthy of her time. Her strong will stops her from listening to reason from those she feels are unworthy but if she holds any love in her heart for you then she will follow you to the ends of the earth and back again.

Her will is very hard to break and she can hold her own in a fight but prefers to talk things out unless the need for violence arises which is sometimes more often than not thanks to her hot-headed nature. She’s not a very trusting person so if she trusts you quickly after meeting her then you should feel honoured. Usually it takes months before she lets her walls down to a new person.

She has an extremely organised mind which means she likes to plan ahead and consider every situation that could possibly arise. However, in this new world that everyone has found themselves thrust into it isn’t always possible. She can easily take the lead of a situation but is just as happy to take orders if she feels someone is more capable than herself. Although they still need to prove themselves worthy to Lorna so just because she listens and perhaps obeys, it doesn’t mean she respects you. Her respect must be earned.
Habits: She swears like a trooper and has resting bitch face so sometimes she’ll widen her eyes and roll them to loosen her face up, she sucks her teeth and slightly pouts her lips when she’s trying not to get angry, she gently rubs her thumbnails with her forefingers when she’s thinking about something.
Hobbies: Kendo and parkour
Fears: (Other than infection and an early death.)

• Being pinned down/tied up to the extent that she cannot move at all.
• Letting the wrong person get too close to the group.
• Birds. She fucking hates birds.

Likes:

• Fresh fruit. She misses fruit more than hot showers.
• Hot showers.
• Learning new skills.
• Climbing.
• Heights.
• Big. Fucking. Blades. Knives, swords, machetes. If it has a blade, she’ll love it.

Dislikes:

• Birds. Fuck birds.
• Coffee. She hated it before the outbreak and whenever she comes across some rotten coffee grinds the smell makes her want to hurl.
• Not being able to provide for her group.
• People not pulling their own weight.
• Liars.
• Ice.

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Field Survival
• Physical Fitness
• Armed Combat (Primarily with machine guns, pistols and rifles)
• Hand-to-Hand Combat (Including basic Marine knife fighting training)
• Samurai sword/katana (from Kendo)

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Parkour (Skilled) (Knew pre-outbreak but became more proficient with time and practice post-outbreak)
• Close Quarter Knife Fighting (Taught by a former group mate - Calvin)
• Scavenging
• Shotgun (Taught by a former group member that ran a farm - Trevor)
• Machete (Taught by a former group member that was more familiar with the blade type - Calvin)

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing – Scuffed up marine combat trousers, dirty (formerly) white tank top, worn out underwear, hole ridden socks, marine combat boots, worn out brown waist length leather jacket with a broken zip, tattered marine skip cap, leather body holster for her pistol, broken pair of aviator sunglasses that hang from the neck of her vest top and fingerless tan leather driving gloves.
• Her dog tags
• .45 calibre M1911 Pistol (5 bullets)
• Katana (Strapped on her back)
• USMC Sawback Machete Tanto Blade (Needs sharpened and kept on her left hip.)
• Backpack
• Swiss army knife
• Water canteen (Quarter full)
• Food that remains for sharing with the group (Stored inside the backpack – two cans of food, stale crackers, and three small bits of dried squirrel meat)
• Survival Kit (Mostly gone. All major medical supplies are gone – Remaining: 2ft fine wire, flint, whetstone, three matches, some cotton wool and 3ft of gauze)

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Your First Walker Encounter:

History Before Outbreak:

History Since Outbreak:

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Character Quote: “Semper Fidelis.” (Always faithful)
“Do I look like I have a fuck to give?”
“Semper Fi, Mac.”
“What a fucking shit-brick/bird/bag.”
“Well fuck me seven ways to Sunday.”
Theme Song: This. ;D
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: Countless…
How Many People Have You Killed: Before? 5. After? 7.
Why: Five were ordered. One requested. Four begged. Two asked.
Anything Else: PM'd the GM

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Name: Richard Johnson
Aliases: Richie, Dick, “Skidmark”.
Age: 29
Birthday: Not important
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Prattville, Alabama
Location: New York City, New York
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: Goon, Street Thug, Biker
Languages: English and bad English

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Height: 6’1”
Weight: 225lbs
Build: Muscular and toned
Eyes: Light blue
Hair: Dirty blonde
Skin Tone: Lightly tanned tone
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: He has a tombstone tattoo on his right forearm with the name of his best friend that died because of his actions during a job pre-outbreak, he has a tattoo on his left forearm of the name of his brother (Thomas) which runs down the length from elbow to wrist, there is another tattoo on his right shoulder blade of a pair of roses with one having petals of red and the other having black. He has countless scars all over his body but the most notable one is a scar that runs from under his right pectoral down to his hip bone from a motorcycle accident. The same accident gave him the circular scar on the front and back of his left thigh. He also has some small noticeable scars on his face from various fist fights but none are particularly exceptional fortunately.

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Charismatic * Devious * Diligent * Sordid

Sexuality: Straight as a board
Relationship Status: N/A
Personality: Richard is not the most lovable type of person once you see his true colours. He’s the kind of guy that can easily rub a person the wrong way just by breathing once you get to really know him. He has a smug, self-serving attitude around him and it tends to make people very wary of him even if he can talk his way in. As he’s a very meticulous kind of person, he’s constantly thinking and working out different scenarios in his head.

He’s got a hell of a temper but you won’t ever know that until it’s too late. He’s got a voice that’d melt butter and looks to boot. He can worm himself into anywhere or anyone. He likes a challenge and doesn’t ever back down from a fight. He calculates everything that he does and has gotten particularly good at covering his tracks as time has went on with this world. He is just one of those guys that you don’t think you should trust, but can’t help giving him the chance when he knocks the door to come in.
Habits: He frowns a lot when he thinks, he cracks his knuckles just in general, he spits randomly on the ground on purpose when talking to people and picks his teeth with his nails after a meal.
Hobbies: Biking, gambling, drinking, smoking
Fears: (Other than infection and an early death.)

• Being mauled by a wild animal
• Spiders – disgusting little shits
• The day he can no longer drive a bike

Likes:

• Gambling
• Drinking
• Smoking
• Adult "Relations"
• Biking
• Meat
• Leather
• Engines
• Sunlight on his skin

Dislikes:

• Spiders
• Queers
• Ethnics
• Wild animals that have the ability to eat him
• Not having a smoke
• Weakness
• Ryan

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Car and Motorcycle Maintenance and Use
• Shotguns – Weapon of choice as a goon
• Street fighting
• People reading – from years of poker playing
• Enhanced strength – 10 years of weight lifting does that to a person
• Basic Carpentry

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Hunting
• Survival skills
• Pistols
• Knives
• Wilderness Evasion (basically covering his tracks)
• Construction
• Solar Panel Maintenance

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing – slate grey denim jeans, stained white t-shirt, navy blue plaid shirt with long sleeves, black hoodie, leather vest with his biker patches on it, thick grey boot socks, black studded biker boots.
• Worn brown leather backpack
• Hip flask with moonshine x1
• 500ml plastic bottles filled with water x3
• Tins of food x4
• Basic survival kit – 1x box of matches (13 left), wire, 1x roll of duct tape, 1x small bag cotton wool, 2x sheets of adhesive gauze, 1x antiseptic wipe, gas lighter (half full), 1x sheet of aspirin.
• Short Barreled Shotgun – Ammo: 7 shells total (2 loaded, 5 spare)
• .38 Smith and Wesson Pistol – Ammo: 9 rounds total (6 loaded, 3 spare)
• 9mm Sturm Ruger and Co Pistol 15 round magazine – Ammo: 25 rounds total (15 loaded, box with 10 rounds in it)
• Hunting Knife

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Your First Walker Encounter: Richie was in the middle of knocking over a convenience store, shotgun in hand, when he first saw a walker. The owner was behind the desk, Richie’s barrel pointed straight at his chest, as he grabbed bill after bill and shoved them into the duffle bag that had been thrown at him across the counter.

He was distracted and kept peering out the windows, checking to see if the cops were nearby. The owner moved to zip the bag up when Richie demanded he put cartons of cigarettes into the bag as well. He was shouting at the owner so he hadn’t heard the shuffling and groaning from the back room. The owner, having now spotted what was his shelf boy, screamed in terror as the kid lunged at Richie from behind.

If it weren’t for his vest, Richie never would have made it out of that store. He swung an elbow round and clocked the kid square on the temple, knocking him into a magazine rack. That didn’t stop him for long. Turning round now, the shotgun facing towards the kid, Richie threatened him and told him to step off. The kid didn’t listen. Richie didn’t want to but he had to. The kid lunged at Richie again and the shot rang out in the store. The shot hit the kid from about a foot away and knocked him back a few steps.

He didn’t stop coming. His chest was fucking mincemeat! The kid was snarling and clawing at the air as he ran towards Richie again. He had no choice. Richie aimed higher and shot the kid square in the face. The kid smacked backwards onto the ground. Blood and brain matter had sprayed everywhere. Richie turned round, grabbed the duffle bag and made a run for it out of the store and didn’t look back.
History Before Outbreak: He was born in a place called Prattville, Alabama. His dad was a drunk, his mother didn’t give a rat’s ass. His big brother raised him and took care of him. Thomas was only five years older than Richie but he seemed much older. They were lucky not to be taken away by social services but no one around Prattville even cared. They were all the same; drunks, junkies, whores, wasters and criminals. No one cared about anyone but themselves around there.

As kids they basically got themselves into all sorts of shit and ended up running with the wrong crowd. Richie was always into his cars and motorcycles and stole more than his fair share of each, breaking them down for parts and building them back up again. Richie also grew sick of relying on his brother for protection when he got into fights so he began weightlifting at around age fifteen.

He even managed to make his first real friend after beating him up over a game of baseball. His name was Tony. They got on like a house on fire and were pretty much inseparable after that. Tommy actually got a little jealous until he got to know Tony too and the three of them became quite a team until the worst came to pass.

Tony and Richie were bored one day and decided it’d be fun to ride one of the motorcycles through some disused fields. It’d be fun, Tony said. So they made out and began messing around; Richie driving and Tony as the passenger.

Richie decided to go through a field that led towards the forest edge. He shouldn’t have done that. There was a rabbit burrow that the front wheel ploughed into it and sent Tony and Richie flying forward. The next thing Richie knew, he was in a hospital bed. He could barely move, it hurt to breathe and his vision was blurry. When he was fully awake and not high on pain meds, Richie found out that Tony was dead. He’d killed his best friend, even if it was an accident it didn’t matter, that weight rested on Richie’s heart heavily.

He was in hospital for six months healing and had to go through a long stint of physical therapy. Tommy was there for him every step of the way. Richie didn’t get charged with vehicular manslaughter because it was a complete accident. Richie was seriously lucky not to be arrested for what happened.

As time moved on they got in with an even more disreputable sort that said he could set them up in NYC and get them a decent job. Thus Richie’s life as a goon for hire began. They worked minor jobs, ripping stores off, collecting debts that hadn’t been paid; the sort of shit you’d see in any generic gangster movie.

He was good at what he did and earned a decent amount of money doing it but most of that was squandered on booze, cigs, gambling and whores. It wasn’t much but Richie enjoyed his life.
History Since Outbreak: After leaving the store he’d just hit, Richie found his brother Tommy and told him what had happened. Tommy figured they had to get out of town and they packed up and hit the road. It was then that the news began spreading about this infection.

They made their way out of NYC as quickly as possible and drifted from place to place, avoiding busy areas, sticking to the woods as much as they could manage. They hunted for food and it was a good job that they knew how to. They’d had to learn after years of feeding themselves since their folks didn’t give a flying fuck. But food soon became harder to hunt as walkers at anything with a pulse.

Richie decided to go out and scavenge some while Tommy rested. Richie found a camp of other survivors sleeping in their tents. They had supplies of food just… laying there. Richie couldn’t help himself. He went back to Tommy with his haul as fast as he could, but didn’t think to cover his tracks well enough for a tracker to not be able to find him. What would the chances be of a tracker being in the group anyway? Especially with the world being the shit show that it now was.

Tommy congratulated Richie on his haul but stopped when noises came from the direction that Richie had. Tommy told Richie to hide up a tree, quickly and quietly, while he dealt with this. Tommy bent down and did his boot lace up.

The survivors weren’t happy, they were a bunch of big guys, angry and mean looking. Tommy tried to diffuse the situation, saying he had nothing but what was on his back and that he was alone. They didn’t believe him. They began to beat on him, Tommy fought as much as he could but was overpowered and outmanned. Richie was too afraid to do anything. He was rooted to the spot in fear. His need for self-preservation won out over his love for his brother. Tommy was a beaten, bloody pulp on the ground.

The guys stole Tommy’s leather jacket and his boots before laughing and making their way off, looking for their stolen goods hidden in a tree log somewhere. After a short while, Richie climbed down and went to Tommy. He wasn’t going to make it. Tommy asked Richie to kill him, he didn’t want to lay here and bleed out, and he didn’t want to become Walker chow while he couldn’t do anything to stop it. The sheer thought of it was terrifying. Richie eventually agreed, albeit reluctantly, to kill Tommy and save him the horror and pain. After all was said and done, Richie grabbed his stuff and left Tommy’s body lying on the forest floor.

Eventually, months later, Richie happened upon the same group that had killed his brother. He recognised his brother’s jacket on one of the fucktards. He decided he wanted them to suffer. He worked his way into the group, he became trusted and part of the group. He hung around with them for a couple months, waiting for the right opportunity.

It finally came in the shape of a herd. The group was aiming to be quiet and avoid drawing attention to themselves. They were hiding in abandoned cars on the highway but Richie had slipped away and hidden up a tree. He had a small bottle of whiskey that he’d been nursing for a month now. He’d planned to drink it when these fuckers were dead but this would be worth it.

He made a makeshift Molotov out of it and threw it on one of the cars near where the rest were hiding. The flames did the rest. The walker herd descending on the men and ripped them apart. This was his life now. Richie knew this was how he would live. Other people were good for nothing but cannon fodder after long. He would use them to get what he wanted and move on. Simple as that.

This routine repeated a lot over the next couple years. Although one particular group really stood out to him. There was a group of three women; one had a fucking katana, one had a blasted bow and the other little one had a fucking AK-47. These were a good, but possibly difficult target. He found them in a wooded area in Georgia.

It took a lot of convincing, especially since the chick with the katana had a serious stick up her ass, but eventually Richie convinced them to let him join their band of merry women. They travelled together for a fortnight and in this time, Richie noticed that the one with the bow had a lingering eye on the katana lover at times. There was a challenge, besides, women couldn’t be queer. It was just a phase.

The katana one, Lauren or Laura or some shit, said he and the bowman were to go on a run for supplies. This was his time to make a move. When they got there, Richie made his advances on her but was soon shot down. No way was it going down like that. He persisted until she had had enough and they began to fight. Richie figured he’d have the upper hand there but the noise of their fight was drawing walkers their way.

A few shuffled into the shop and made towards them both. Richie and Mary, Marie, Maria… something like that, let go of each other and started fighting the walkers off but more kept coming. It was then that Richie realised this was going to end badly for him. He decided that she had to die. Her necklace had got caught on his cuff while they were fighting. As he “struggled” with a walker he let a shot off that grazed her leg. She’d soon be eaten. He popped another round off into the head of the walker he was holding onto and then made a break for it out of the back door.

He made his way back to the other two chicks and told them what happened. Showed them the necklace. The katana chick decided to snatch the necklace away and started telling him to leave. So he did. He took his gear and he left the same way as he’d came. He was a little disappointed he hadn’t been able to land one of them but such was life now. He’d find another, he always did.

He eventually ended up forming a group with some people he seemed to constantly see from a distance and sometimes from nearby. The group grew little by little and eventually became nine. There was nothing but fights and disagreements. This was going to be fun.

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Character Quote: “Step off.”
“Lord almighty.”
“Spare me your bullshit.”
“You gettin’ wise with me?”
Theme Song: This. :D
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: “Fucked if I know.”
How Many People Have You Killed: “I ain’t killed no one, the walkers are the killers here, not me.”
Why: “Why get my own hands dirty when I don’t need to?”
Anything Else: PM'd the GM

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.}

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