March 31st, 1984. She is 32 years old.

Alex stands at 5'6 and although she's not muscular, she maintains her toned figure. She has several tattoos: one on her right foot of a rose which she got when she was younger, and one of a cherry blossom tree branch extending from her left hipbone up to just between her shoulder blades. She carries no major scars, aside from the typical childhood memories. She has a tongue piercing which she may remove depending on the nature of her assignment, but other than that, she has no other identifiable marks.

Alex grew up in New York City to immigrant parents from India who moved to the states a few years before she was born. Her father, a neurosurgeon, and her mother were more than capable of raising Alex in an adequate home and making sure that their only child was happy and eventually, successful as well. She excelled in academics but she wanted a bigger challenge. When she reached college, Alex decided to get her Master's degree in Language and Communication. She completed her education in a timely manner meanwhile holding a job as a translator. After passing a series of background checks and tests, Alex was accepted into the FBI academy, much to her parents' surprise. They were nonetheless supportive, but upon graduation she was stationed outside of the Unite Stated and they decided that it was best if they moved back to India to be with family.

Alex spent some years overseas but after that she was sent to the FBI field office in Boston. She's been there ever since and she loved it. It was there that her long-time boyfriend, Lucas, proposed to her and they got married a few months later. Even though they were extremely happy and everything seemed to be going well, Lucas came down with a lower respiratory infection and he was immediately sent to the hospital. That's when the outbreak happened. Even though her first concern was getting to the hospital to find Lucas, upon getting there she found out he was gone without trace. She's been searching for him ever since, but she fears she'll never see her husband again.

A very sick husband in the hospital (who disappeared) and parents living back in India.

January 6, 1969. Currently 47 years old.

6'4''. A tall, intimidating man; if you're a high school student. Keeps a healthy diet and regularly exercises, which has led to him staying relatively on shape. Salt and Pepper look, with the salt concentrating in his beard and the pepper in his hair. His face has grew weary and tired with the years, being a teacher has it's toll. Some students used to call him Droopy the Dog behind his back.

Has a deformed right ear, which also slightly limits his hearing. Has gold crowns on several of his molars and prominent one on his right superior canine. Had a goatee for a long time, now the rest of his beard is growing in. On his back, which seldom anyone sees, Berríos has a pretty big tattoo of Goya's El sueño de la razón produce monstruos(The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters).

Every year it was the same soul-crushing routine. It's not easy trying to teach a new language to a bunch of kids who see it as tedious and unnecessary work. Still, it was Chu's job, so he did it to the best of his abilities. And every year he grew more and more tired of the job, his students, and his life. His wife, too, was growing tired of her life with Chu. Time passed by, and Chu didn't notice this until she had left with his daughter. She left him at the end of summer, and Chu saw it as an Omen for what the semester would bring. He didn't knew just how right he was.

Now, as he lays in a corner of the Church of the Advent, Chu secretly hopes both his wife and his daughter are dead, rather than suffering through the end of days...

To be filled in for the other characters in the roleplay, as well as any supporting NPCs/family important to your character.

September 13, 1998. Almost legally an adult, but that doesn't matter anymore, does it?

Sophie is slim and slight and a lot stronger than she looks. A life dedicated to ballet meant a strict, restrictive diet and daily lessons that knock her out from exhaustion each night. Calluses and bruises decorate her feet, and she has become so used to pain that she can never tell how serious her injuries really are. Other than the purple badges, her skin is unblemished.

Over the years, she has learned that people see her as unapproachable, not that she has ever minded. They think her high maintenance, because her hair is set in meticulous curls and not a golden strand is ever out of place. Snobbish, because she carries herself with an almost regal bearing, head held high and icy blue eyes appraising. A bitch, because her smiles are rare and her laughter even more so.

Her whole life is planned for her the moment she stands on her toes and twirls, mimicking the video of her mother in her prima days. Sophie turns six and she is shipped hundred of miles away to a boarding school that is conveniently across Boston Ballet School. It takes a while, but it becomes home. The next eleven years of her life passes by in a haze of pirouettes and aching muscles and sweat and tears. She sees her parents only on holidays and performances in which she is soloist.

It takes a week to derail a decade of routine, to turn the world upside down. The school has been on lockdown ever since half the student body came down with some sort of flu. Classes are postponed and there is nothing to do but dance in her room. More and more students come down with the strange virus, but Sophie is fine and her best friend is fine and that's all she cares about. She keeps dancing because it is the only normal thing left.

When the news stop calling it a flu pandemic, mass hysteria erupts in the wake of rumors of dead men walking. Sophie is almost unperturbed--it hasn't sunk in, not yet. She doesn't join in the panic that consumes the school, every other student racing to go home where they think it's safe, and she doesn't fall into despair like those faint of heart, already weeping and all too quick to declare futility. It doesn't occur to her to call her own parents. Instead, she checks on her best friend and her poor little brother, his innocent weekend visit becoming month-long as the lockdown persists and worsens.

Reality hits when her best friend coughs. Just once, but they both know it's the beginning and they think they know how it ends. They don't tell anyone, especially her easily-frightened brother. The lockdown in the school never gets lifted but the students that are quarantined have been making strange noises, moaning and groaning and banging against the walls, and Sophie knows it's time to go. She packs whatever she can fit in her backpack, grabs Jenna and her brother Will and runs.

Her teacher, him of all people, finds them running from a small group of those people—the sick, the infected, the undead… whatever they are—and guides them to the church just a mile away. The military is there, guarding the perimeter, and Sophie doesn't know whether she feels safer or more frightened. Some people in uniforms ask them questions and search their backpacks before they are allowed inside the church. They notice Jenna coughing and escorts her to their makeshift infirmary, but they promise she'll be back after a quick examination. Sophie forgoes the pews and sits by the door they escorted Jenna out of, Will never out of her sight as they wait.

Her whole life was planned for her the moment she stood on her toes and twirled, mimicking the video of her mother in her prima days, but there were no contingencies for the end of the world.

What is she supposed to do now?

"I was born on September 2nd, 1990. If you could do basic math, you would know that I'm 25 now."

Someone who is known for her natural beauty, Willow has very fair skin paired with dark mahogany hair. She stands at the average 5'5", and has a slender and slightly fragile frame. She has green eyes framed by thick, dark lashes and softly arched brows along with a delicate nose and strong bone structure that contrasts with her angelic features.

She has numerous tattoos; a feather on her left foot, writing on her collar bone, and these birds on her right wrist. She has managed to acquire many scars over the past few weeks, including a long, jagged one running up her right leg, resulting in her running with a slight limp. She also seems to permanently have an array of cuts and bruises on her face, yet it is still not hard to see her beauty underneath.

Willow led a pretty average life, getting good grades in high school and becoming a reasonably successful journalist for the local newspaper. She was 21 when she met Jonathan, a successful car company owner she was told to interview. The interview then led to a dinner date, which then led to another date, and another. In fact, after roughly two months, the two were officially dating.

Willow was convinced she was in love with this man, who would send her flowers to work and surprise her with expensive gifts. But then, after about a year of pure bliss, he began to change. After losing a substantial amount of money from his company, Jonathan would take his stress home with him to Willow. They would argue more and more, but would usually work things out after a short while. It was one argument in particular that went that bit too far, where the two had been screaming at each other and Jonathan's hand had shot out and made contact with Willow's face. The blow came as a shock to both of them, and Jonathan fell forward in tears, begging for her forgiveness. And, of course, Willow gave him it.

It wasn't long before one slap turned into two, then a punch, then a kick and a spit. Willow would rarely venture outside of the house for fear of someone commenting on the livid bruises scattered down her legs and arms, even across her neck. She still loved him, though, and the way he would kiss the cuts he had opened and the bones he had broken made her feel as if she was the one in the wrong. So, they continued through this vicious cycle of one good day and four bad ones for the next three years.

Now that this disease has taken over, the pair have stuck together and Jonathan still continues to abuse Willow, convinced she will be stolen by other men because of her good looks and bubbly personality. He does all he can to prevent people from seeing Willow's beauty, often leaving her covered in gashes and bruises. And, although Willow doesn't know it yet, he's beginning to feel pretty ill himself.