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Edward's an average sized man with a lanky build with hints of malnutrition, a clear side effect of not being on a proper diet of food for many years that has ironically improved since the establishment of the Railmen. His dirty brown hair is unkept and in need of a good cleaning, as is the stubble of a beard that's growing out. Despite everything, all the chaos and all the hopelessness, Edward's dull grey eyes still shine with a fire of hope.

The regular outfit of Edward is relatively simple, much of it being hold overs from his past. Hand made pants uses some drab jeans as a base and is made up of various pieces of tough fabrics stitched together with bits being replaces and swapped as Edward can find them, they've held up well against the rigors of being a Rail Guard though. A stolen auburn hunting vest acts as the basis for much of Edward's "webbing" and under it is a white t-shirt with the symbol of some old, small time band whose previous owner foolishly decided to leave it on the street. His hands have the only bit of true armor on him, red, fingerless biker gloves wrapped with a cut up pieces of an old olive sheet and bent bumper plates as "armor". The only other place that comes close to this is his knees (which have the kneepads for some sport of sorts) and Edward's boots (leather reinforced firefighter boots with nails and bolts on in the soles to assist in stomping on things). A decent show of his handiwork, the Braveheart also has a scarf with purple lines as a sign of his status of Sentinel, along with a few other purple trimmings and such on his armor.



Edward "Braveheart" Reikov

27

Street child, orphaned at a young age and raised on the streets.

Edward is a strange mix of cynicism and optimism. He realizes that his life before was pretty shit and that even now its improved by a marginal amount; Edward doesn't make excuses for his former status as a homeless vagrant or the "dread of society". However, its perhaps because of that that he wants to be something greater than himself. He wants to be remembered as a hero, someone legendary and because of that, he threw himself into danger, fanatically holding on to his belief. Its unknown if he's truly fearless or simply hides it very well but regardless, Edward's bravery and courage is nothing to be scoffed at.

Of course, he isn't quite like that anymore, not being much more subtle and reserved about such things, but you cannot deny that he still has such aspirations in his work even as he's mature and become a veteran Rail Guard Sentinel. In some ways, you can say that the man holds himself to a personal code of honor, altruism or chivalry or even ascetic to a degree.

• His line of work
• Old stories about heroes
• Books (currently trying to teach himself how to read)
• Soda
• Personal belongings

• Cowardice
• Rich people/people who can't adapt
• Convoluted talk or plans
• Most forms of alcohol (just never got a taste for it but does enjoy a few select spirits)
• Things which would detract him from his work or helping others.

Edward Reikov's past is an sad one and an unfortunate one, but in the current times it could be said that he is amongst the lucky ones. Orphaned before he could really remember, he grew up amongst the homeless masses that called the shadows and dark alleys of the Big Apple home. His very last name is something that he is unsure of as Reikov is simply the surname of the adoptive "father" that watched over his growth, one Pavel Reikov.

Young Edward grew up amongst the poor and needly, learning how to survive the seedy underbelly of NYC and the treacherous underworld. Never enough food and never allowed any extra luxuries, in some ways Edward was taught and prepared for the Endtimes through his tough life.

The boy old was already living in an old abandoned subway station when everything started to go to hell. He noticed how people who weren't homeless began trickling in at the news of these "reborn" and once more and more people sought shelter underground it didn't take long for Edward to get caught up to speed. His first encounter with a reborn happened when one of them caused a subway derailment at near his home station. Again, luck was on his side as he managed to quickly collect his meager belongings and was able to escape the ensuing chaos. From that point on, he would go from just another homeless child to a Railmen.

Edward would eventually settle down on another station-turned-shelter that sat on the Orange Line. He readily took to the idea of a unifying body of subway stations and its inhabitants that would become the Railmen and the future Rail Guard as he saw it as a chance to become something more than the social outcast that he and so many others were fated to be. The idea of becoming some greater than himself excited the boy more than any amount of donations ever had as it consumed his entire being and life. He would be amongst the first who would take up arms against the reborn, holding his own when killing and disposing of the bodies. He almost threw himself at tasks that he perceived to be "heroic" or "brave".

When the Railmen first organized and banned together years after the initial outbreak, Edward had already been a distinguished warrior in his own right. He joined the Rail Guard soon after and would be deployed to various stations and lines. The now veteran soldier would be one of those who would stand watch as the UUC blew the supports of the Green and Yellow Lines, hoping that it would be enough to keep the other lines safe.

Railmen Sentinel

• Improvised .45 SMG - A rough hand-made version of the iconic M3 "Grease Gun" SMG only with a barrel shroud with air holes in it to cool the barrel and protect the hand. Has a slightly slower rate of fire than the actual M3 but still retains a 30-round magazine.
• Glock 22 - Famous handgun used by thousands of police forces worldwide, there's nothing special about Edwards' 9mm sidearm with its origins simply being from one of the many police officers who came down into the subways seeking shelter like the rest.
• Painter - A blunt melee weapon which Edward made himself after seeing the inefficiency of bladed weapons, the Painter is a simple 1 and 1/2 foot long club made of an old 2x4, reinforced with iron and boasting several bolts and rivets to increase damage out put. A crude but deadly weapon against the Reborn, you can't do much if your limbs are broken and that's a fact. That said, Edward does still carry a utility knife for general purpose use.
• Molotovs - Good old fashion homemade fire bombs, can't ever go wrong with them especially since it seems like the Reborn are weak against it.
• Sleeping Roll - A sheet of durable canvas with a thin layer of stitched towels for "comfort", useful on those long patrols and posts when Edward is away from his little hovel.
• Crowwrench - A crowbar with a wrench on it, the additional length of the crowbar lets Edward put more force on the wrench; very useful to get into places and unstuck things.

Appearance:



Age: 26

Origins: Massachusetts

Personality: The apocalypse has made him less trusting, wary to take risks, and hard to open up. However, in his heart he's a good person and tends to do the right thing. His methods of doing such may be questionable, but he has good intentions. Once he's open up to you he is actually a decent person, kind and helping. But the cocky sarcastic asshole in him never truly goes away.

Likes: Helping others, being sarcastic, bad puns, discovering new things, action and adventure and all that good stuff. And of course, food is always nice.

Dislikes: Snobby high-up assholes, the GYNC government, Blackguard, the undead, waking up early, getting shot at, and mosquitos.

Backstory: Lucas was 16 when the start of all this chaos happened, although living in a small town in MA, it didn't start so quickly there. Lucas was just your average teenager in high school, played three sports, getting ready for college, working hard in school and listening to nagging parents. Life was good, until suddenly things started to get a little out of hand. Murders were popping up one by one, people killing others with their bare hands and teeth. And after they died, they would start killing others right after. Something wasn't right, and after a few months him and his family holed up in their house and barricaded themselves in. For a while it worked, but they would run low on food and the constant moaning and banging on the doors and walls was enough to drive anybody crazy. One night when his dad went out to get more supplies for the family, he disappeared for days. The next time they saw him, he had a glazed look in his eyes and mindlessly pounded on the barricaded door. He was one of them now, and that was too much for his mother, who committed suicide the next day after seeing him. That left Lucas alone with his sister Annabeth, who at the time was only 12 to his 17. Once supplies ran low on the town, Lucas took Annabeth on his dad's motorcycle and decided to head towards NYC. Or what used to be it, as radios deemed it a safe place. After much traveling and barely escaping with their lives they had made it, and everything seemed okay. Lucas joined the local military there and cared for Annabeth, and they made themselves at home. But 5 years in things turned south, as one day Annabeth was a few minutes late for curfew. She was stopped by some Blackguard, who cornered her into an alleyway, raped her and killed her, covering up the whole thing. After days of searching and questioning, Lucas finally found out what happened to his sister, and rage filled him as he hunted down and killed the three men responsible. He defected from the military, going about his own path as he lived on the outskirts, constantly hiding and scavenging. Sometimes he would wander outside the borders, but for the most part he would always sneak back in for some sort of safety.

Profession: A wanted criminal, Lucas mostly scavenged for food and ammunition inside and outside the borders of the GNYC. Occasionally, he will help those in trouble, whether it is dealing with the undead or some corrupt Blackguard or Railmen.

Equipment/weaponry: Face mask, Kevlar vest, hardened steel crowbar, brass knuckles with combat knife, and Baretta M9 pistol

Appearance:

Basically just a Ranger from the Metro series.

Name: Nikolai Petronov

Age: 29 years old

Origins: Nikolai was born in the Metro tunnels of Moscow. Having been built during the Soviet Union, the tunnels were designed to survive the force of a nuclear war, not a zombie apocalypse. The Russian military put up a decent fight but it was only a couple of years before they were overwhelmed in the cities. Anywhere that the military had been, settlements were built to scavenge supplies and equipment so when many Metro stations were fortified into small towns, no one was surprised. Most of these towns were incapable of producing everything their slightly growing populations needed however and trade between Metro stations was suicidal on the best of days. It seemed that they were doomed to die only a short distance from what they needed. However, when necessity strikes, people adapt. Those who would fight left the stations to beat back the darkness, these people have earned the title of STALKER.

Personality: Nikolai isn't an easy man to impress nor is he overly confident. Being careful and knowing his limits has kept him above ground (figuratively of course). When he is around others he is friendly, calm and patient, he tends to be cold when alone.

Likes: Ammunition, Warm water, Being underground, Having human company.

Dislikes: Food more than 30 years out of date, The ocean, Overly confident or overbearing people.

Backstory: Before the apocalypse, Nikolai was an extreme tour guide. Leading people through Siberia and Pripyat was exciting as well as easy. The money he could charge for a simple hiking trip was outstanding. Through his years as a tour guide he learned a little of several languages and became fluent in English as most of his customers were from the West. His family consisted of his mother and his dog. Both of whom died shortly after the Reborn showed up. His mother had a fatal heartattack and his dog had been exposed to radiation a few too many times.

After people started being torn apart, Nikolai packed up and headed out to Pripyat. Knowing that the only people there would be military police or a few tourists made him think he would be safe. He was staying with friends in Moscow when it all came crashing down and trying to drive out of the city was the worst plan he ever had. The military was frenzied in the streets, shooting wildly and killing indiscriminately. His car was overturned by a stray rocket propelled grenade before he made it even a mile. The next memory he has is waking up underground.

After that he took to being a guard in the station that took him in. Once times got desperate, he volunteered to seek help. He has been looking ever since. Eight years and hundreds of friends later, a project put together by the stations to set up communication with the rest of the world has been put in place. Nikolai was among the last to volunteer. As such, he got on the boat with some reluctance.

Profession: Nikolai is a Ranger. One of the people who roam the tunnels and the surface of Moscow in search of supplies and survivors. Though usually referred to as STALKER by those living in the Metro, he is considered among the elite.

Equipment/weapons:


AK-102 Carbine - One of the few Russian made guns to fire the 5.56 x 45 NATO round.


MP-443 Grach Pistol - Most commonly issued police pistol in Russia.


The MTs255 is a revoling action 12 guage shotgun. This is the sawed off version.


Kukri - After years of using it, Nikolai is quite proficient.

Sealed bottle of vodka - For a special occasion

Gas mask - Only a burden until you need it.

Miscellaneous survival equipment - Skinning knife, canteen with charcoal tablets, lighter, flashlight etc. Nothing uncommon.

Other: Nikolai is immune to the smell of burning Reborn and their screams due to the common practice of using flamethrowers in the Metro.

Name: Brynn Rita Sauburn

Appearance:
5'3 | 120 lbs
Brynn has cut her own hair about once a year for almost 8 years now, it's choppy, it's messy, but it works. It's just long enough to pull into a pony tail. Besides not like anyone else really has nicer hair. She's got grey eyes that look like the sky when it's overcast, and a great smile that doesn't appear much anymore.

Just like everyone else her clothes depend on what she's doing. She's got some surgical gloves but those she usually saves for the more hardcore surgeries. She also has a white-ish lab-coat but it's age shows and it's starting to get pretty old. Other than that it's T-shirts, jeans and boots or whatever else is readily available. She's not too picky.

Age: twenty-eight

Origins: St.louis/ Pennsylvania /New york

Personality:
She's trying to be serious, you can hear it in her voice. The way it hits higher notes when the subject turns to dark humor, or the way she breaths a sigh when the injured return from outside. She acts like its the end of the world, like it's live or die with every step made, and that there is one way to make it out of this mess and it's a thin wire to walk.

She wants as many people to stay alive with her, it's why she became a doctor in the first place, she just doesn't want to let anyone down. She wants everyone to be as safe as possible.

Backstory:
It was like recalling a detail from the month before, "What was she wearing when she went missing?" "Do you remember what color his hair was?" Somethings are easy to remember, and somethings are not. It was easy to remember the little black chair in the corner of the apartment in St.louis, and easy to remember all the schools she went to. Names however, faces too, were never her strong suit.

Brynn could tell anyone who'd listen that she grew up in the st.louis suburbs and that her parents were divorced as so many were, it didn't even faze her now that they might be gone. But all that was before 2010, before she even finished high school.

Changing schools the summer before senior year sucked. But her mom was moving to Pennsylvania and she could either come or stay with her dad and five half brothers, and that wasn't about to happen. Of course, now it's something to regret. He'd always been and end of the world fanatic, so he was fine, but all her friends, she just didn't know. Lela was gone, that was the worst of it.

Everyone came back though, just as Brynn got into College. It almost seemed like two miracles at once. The brain-deadness was terrible and all, but at least they weren't entirely dead. Being an aspiring doctor she knew it could be worse. Of course, things didn't exactly get better. The 'reborn' started acting rabid, and then everyone else followed suit.
Being more of a doctor than other people made not getting killed easier. Bigger groups need doctors more and protect them. This is how she got through the darker years before GNYC really picked up. Inside there was even better, things were almost normal for once.

Profession: GNYC Doctor

Equipment:
Backpack- a little worn but still holds stuff
First aid kit- just what you would expect, gauze, needle and thread, hydrogen peroxide, antibacterial ointment, ect.
Sunblock- just 'cause there's a bigger threat doesn't mean the sun goes away.
Water bottle- for water

Hand-ax- a short ax, only about three feet long. It's more useful against doors than it is the reborn, but it can be used to break bones or chop off limbs if need be. It's main purpose is getting into locked or blocked areas.

Likes:
-Organization
-things being clearly labeled
-safety and safety equipment
-horror and crime films and shows
-logic games like "Clue" and "Guess who?"

Dislikes:
-the opposite of the things in the 'likes' list (aside from the bottom two)
-things without explanations
-the sound of breaking bones
-pessimists

Other:
-she can solve Rubik's cubes
-she liked the idea of being a doctor not so much the practice but by the time she found out it was a little to late to change her mind
-She doesn't know if her dad, mom, step mom, half-brothers, or old friends are okay or not
-she didn't have many friends after she moved to Pennsylvania or in college

Appearance:
Sam stands at an fairly average 5'5", Her body is slim but muscular, with wiry muscles visible beneath her café-latté skin. Her slender frame creates an illusion of smallness about her, but she is not by any means weak. Her complexion has a washed-out, almost sickly-pale tone to it, from a decade of sun deprivation. Both of Sam's ears are pierced, several times on both sides, and she has a small nose ring too. Day to day, she wears a once-white, durable tank top and rugged, comfortably loose jeans. She occasionally wears an oversized khaki military style jacket but doesn't like the bulky, restrictive nature of outerwear. Her black, steel-toed worker's boots are older than she is, but in surprisingly good shape.



Name: Samantha "Sam" Whittaker

Age: 17

Origins: New York.

Personality:
Sam is by most people's definition a very hardened person. By GYNC standards though, though, she's sweet, kind, trusting and trustworthy; some might even go as far as to call her naive, but they would be mistaken. Though she is often generous, helpful and accommodating to those around her, she takes care of herself and her family foremost. She has an intelligence and an inquisitiveness to her that others find intriguing, if not a little strange, and she loves figuring out how things work. She will often squirrel herself away for hours taking apart and rebuilding some piece of tech or other that she's swiped while unattended. Her 'toys' will usually end up back where she found them in good working order, sometimes with parts missing, sometimes with parts they didn't have before. In a stitch, she prefers to puzzle her way out than depend on her strength, but her lightness and agility usually get her through if she has few options. Still, she's lost her fair share of fights. The beatings she has taken have only served to fuel her fierceness and teach her how not to lose.

Likes:

• Puzzles, mystery, fixing things
• Sweet foods, junk food when she can get it
• Exploring the underground, running and climbing
• Reading, when she can get her hands on good books
• Learning long words
• Alcohol
• Her sisters

Dislikes:

• Ration food. Even after all these years, it tastes like salty dirt to her. Often she'll avoid it, but hunger soon takes control.
• Anyone she decides poses a threat to her or her family.
• Thieves
• People with few interests
• Sometimes she fears that she will never be more than she is right now. She is afraid that her duty to her family will stop her from achieving her dreams. She hates herself for even thinking of them that way.

Background:
Before the apocalypse, Sam, her sister Lily (2 years younger) and their mother lived on the streets, moving from squat to doorway to squat again. Their mother had a history of undiagnosed mental illness, and one facet of this was that she suffered paranoid delusions. Thus the family never stayed in one place long, never had an official address, never stayed in a hostel or shelter, or anywhere "they" could find them. Sam and her little sister never really got a chance at any kind of formal education, even before the world ended. As Sam's mother's mental health continued to deteriorate, Sam began to become the crutch of the family, and even at her drastically young age was caring for both her infant sister and her mother. At some point between four and six months before the apocalypse, Sam's mother fell pregnant again. When the reborn began to return to New York, the pregnant woman and her ragged little family were among the first to take up residence in the safety of the underground stations. Of course, they weren't really 'safe', just safe from Sam's mother's imagined persecuters. The kinds of threats they were likely to find down there weren't all that different from those they'd faced living in squats, and they'd survived that...

For the last 10 years, the red line has been home to Sam, her sisters and her mother. The family is well settled into the red line community, and people know who Sam and her sisters are. Knowing that their mother is incapable of providing for them, others have occasionally taken pity and many view Sam in a daughterly way, or as their own little sister. Little more has affected them, besides the odd thief and underground brawl, and after spending a decade of her youth 'getting by' Sam has had to create her own passions to avoid losing her mind. It's for this reason that boring people infuriate her. On a more-than-occasional basis, Sam likes to drink to relax. She figures that as long as it doesn't get in the way of taking care of her family or doing her job, it can't really do much harm, and at any rate, Lily's old enough to take over when Sam feels like she deserves a break. It's her one real vice, but not like she's the only one around here who does it.

Sam loves mystery, adventure, and figuring things out. Thus, her great dream is to join the Rail Sentinels and explore the hallowed Ghost Line. It's a bit of a pipe dream for her, because although she knows she's smart enough to make it a reality and even be an asset to the Sentinels, she doesn't think she has what it takes physically. She's never even shot a gun before...and besides, she has a family to look out for.

Profession: Small time mechanic/engineering. Odd jobs for food, cash and medical supplies for her family.

Equipment/weaponry: Sam wears a makeshift toolbelt complete with a small array of medium sized tools; a dense adjustable wrench, two or three different sized screwdrivers, a boxcutter-type blade, and so on. They may look like they're their for practicality, but she knows how to use them in a fight - she's done it before. Though she doesn't have access to a gun, she's pretty proficient when it comes to sneaking up and putting a boxcutter to a person's throat.

Other:
Skills include: Cooking; Engineering, fixing and upgrading small to medium-large appliances, from lights and radios to small generators; moderate first aid and medical skills; some small non-ranged weapons skills, although with no training her methods are a little more than unrefined.

Name: Bart Solomons

Age: 31

Origins: The Bronx, NYC



Personality: Violent, Paranoid, Brooding, Shrewd.

Likes: Fighting, Cheap Drugs, Gambling, Cage Fights, Old Documentaries, Grilled Chicken.

Dislikes: Cops, Gambling Debts, Anti-Semites, Switchblades, Going Hungry, Political Debates.

Backstory: Bartholomew Jacob Solomons was born into a strict Jewish family on the southside of the Bronx. His mother, who was mainly sick due to her diabetes was a hairdresser that worked from home, she was also very religous and would preach scripture to her son to install the fear of god in him to keep him subdued. His father was a city councilmen who had a bad reputation as a drunk and womanizer. Bart hated both of his parents and their neglect lead to him becoming a nasty and resentful boy growing up. Although he was intellectually gifted, his anger issues lead to him getting in constant trouble at school. But because of his father's position in the city he would always avoid serious trouble such as juvenile facilities which lead to the label of him being the 'privileged' kid at his very rough school which in turn would lead to more fights and disruption.

At age 14, after attacking his hebrew school teacher with a chair, he was sent to live with Uncle Bobby in Brooklyn, who owned a local fighting gym near the NY underground. Bobby quickly enrolled Bart at the gym to learn boxing as an outlet for his anger issues, which had an interesting effect. Bart loved boxing, he completely embraced the sweet science and it did in fact calm him down, while still cynical, his training and sparring allowed him to keep his temper in check. But while boxing made him less wild, it made him more dangerous. He went from being a scattered explosion to a controlled demolition, he was able to focus his violent tendencies and really hurt people that he had a problem with. After winning a local boxing tournament at 17, the local Russian-Jewish mob hired him as a junior enforcer to their backroom gambling dens, which is where Bart got acquainted not only with high stakes poker and blackjack, but also the criminal element of new york. From that point he never heard from his parents again. until the out break when he was 21 years old, he lived a life of street fighting, collecting gambling debts, and stealing cars.

When the outbreak did hit New York, Bart took the breakdown of society fairly well, he was a borderline sociopath to begin with and only really cared about his uncle (who died of cancer 3 weeks before the outbreak). The life of crime and danger in the mob had prepared Bart to be a 'survivor' when the riots and looting started, he was quite happy to use his intimidation and fighting skills to muscle anything he wanted out of people to stay alive in the now hellish city. For 6 years, Bart lived alone, simply stealing everything he needed and surviving as a loner and a thug while dodging the cops (who have a fairly sizable bounty on his head.)

But 3 years ago, Bart decided to something constructive with his knowledge and skills and opened up a gambling den in Manhattan, which citizens would visit not only for entertainment, but to gamble rations and resources and try and improve their living. Bart owns the den as the sole enforcer, manager and bookie, establishing a very fierce reputation as the shady backroom figure who 'keeps the numbers running'. Bart Solomons now has his anger under control, and he feels at home.

Profession: Runs 'Solomon's' a gambling den and fight club in Downtown Manhattan (which is just outside of the GNYC)

Equipment/weaponry: Knuckle Dusters, Sawn-Off Shotgun (9 Shells), Pack of Cards, A few cigarettes and lighter.

Other: Solomon's life in the mob has made him a dangerous and skilled criminal. He is proficient in the use of pistols and shotguns, he is an excellent boxer and street fighter and has a lot of experience of breaking into and hot-wiring cars.

Appearance:



Thin and bony, Hava has little in the way of womanly curves, and this, in addition to her youthful face, makes her appear much younger than she is. She is often seen staring into space. Her long nose, petite body, and tendency to move twitchily combine to give her a bird-like appearance. Her fingers are often bandaged--small accidents as a result of her whittling. She seems very weak, and in terms of brute strength she is, but she can move very quickly when she wants to.

Name: Hava Reis

Age: 20

Origins: Born and raised in Brooklyn

Personality: Hava is quiet and studious in demeanor. She enjoys whittling, and collects whatever small pieces of wood she can find. Her body language is tense, almost nervous, unless she’s got something to do with her hands. Hava tries to keep her emotions hidden most of the time, unless she is extremely upset or frightened. Her face is nearly always blank, and it is often impossible to tell what she is thinking. She can get along with most people, as long as they don’t ask much of her emotionally. She is acquaintances with everyone, but friend to none.

Likes: reading, practicing her penmanship, whittling, collecting small trinkets, solitude, running

Dislikes: talking about herself, being the center of attention among a crowd, the sight of blood and gore, wide open spaces, overbearing personalities

Backstory:

Hava grew up the only child of a non-practicing Jewish couple. Her parents had been raised in the faith, but left it after they married and decided to move to New York. Hava was raised essentially agnostic; the only Jewish tradition her family observed was eating kosher.

When Hava was nine, her mother failed to come home from work. A year passed, just Hava and her father, struggling to live with the worry and grief. When her mother returned as a Reborn, things only got worse. Hava’s father endured unimaginable strain, trying to care for both his rotting, comatose wife and his slowly withdrawing daughter. Hava arrived home one day, months later, to find that her father was dead and her mother was missing.

She was placed in a temporary children’s home for kids in similar situations, but as the Reborn attacks increased, the children’s home became more and more disorganized. Staff dwindled from twenty to two. Food rations grew smaller and smaller. Clothes stopped being repaired and replaced. Toys were unheard of. Hava was squeezed into a large room filled with orphans fighting for sleeping bags, clothes, and even food. She learned quickly to eat whatever was put in front of her...or whatever she could steal.

The home lasted for three hard years before it was finally targeted by a mass of Reborn. Hava, being small, fast, and agile, managed to flee the grisly chaos, having armed herself with a single pocket knife that she carries to this day. For three more years, Hava managed to survive on the streets with a group of five survivors who took her under their wing. They moved every few nights, scavenging buildings for food, water, and shelter. They sometimes ran into other surviving groups, but knew that traveling in greater numbers meant drawing attention; they traded and shared items, but never lingered together for long.

The six eventually heard rumors about a colony in Manhattan. A real, structured, safe settlement. The survivors decided to make the trip to sanctuary, relying on word-of-mouth directions to guide them. The group arrived at the gate tired, but relieved. Except for Hava, the group has kept in touch, though time and duties have separated them. Hava had decided to live on her own immediately upon reaching the colony, wanting nothing and no one around her to remind her of the horrors and hardships she had endured. Occasionally, the other five attempt to reconnect with her, but Hava, though not ungrateful, remains distant. She has not left the colony since.

Profession: messenger--she carries letters and memos from person to person, criss-crossing the entire span of the colony.

Equipment/weaponry: several small pocket knives for whittling; a large messenger bag with pockets for her personal items, the main bulk of the bag being reserved for letters; a modified bicycle with a basket in the front and back, along with a small bell on its handlebars; and her father’s old yarmulke, which she keeps with her at all times.

Other:
Skills:
Fast runner
Agile, good at dodging
Can sew functionally well
Neat penmanship
Moves extremely quietly and stealthily

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Sonya was, once, what people considered to be beautiful. Her pale skin, once a marvelous wonder, has since been almost ruined by dirt and grime which accrued over the years since she the Reborn had come. Her eyes often half closed, bags underneath from many sleepless nights, seem always aware despite the lack of sleep being obvious. Almost underweight for a woman her size, she seems more muscle and bone than anything else. Her disheveled, nearly shoulder length, brown hair is normally kept in a tight ponytail or covered up by a hood.

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Age: 26
Sex: Female
Height/Weight: 5’7”, 128lbs

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Personality: Sonya is, at her base level, a realist and believes that the chances of survival are ever decreasing. Despite that, she puts on a show for everybody else as an optimist so as to not lower the morale of the Colony anymore than it has already fallen. She does hope for the world to better itself, to fight off a foe which could be beaten even if it seemed inhuman in doing so. Perpetually kind and caring, Sonya comes off motherly to those younger than herself and occasionally doing the same for those who are older.

Likes: Being around people, Rain, Summer, and Roses.

Dislikes: Rations, Gunfire, Combat, and the Cold.

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Origins: A small coastal town in Maine.

Backstory: Sonya, the only daughter and youngest of four children, lived a sheltered life for the most part in coastal Maine. Her Father worked on a lobster boat and her Mother was a vet, her brothers for the most part left her alone while they roughed each other up. Her oldest two brothers, them being twins, left for the Army together when she was thirteen. They promised her they’d come back together, but they didn’t. Jimmy, the younger twin, came back home with his brother’s body and dog tags. He had never been the same after that, simply sitting at the window and staring out near all day until he committed suicide a few months after Sonya turned sixteen and the Reborn first appeared.

They thought to bury Jimmy next to his brother, that is… until he started to move again as if he was alive. Sonya’s Mother was elated, her Father mortified by the appearance of his then oldest son still alive. Sonya knew something was wrong the moment he came back though, men aren’t suppose to get back up after a bullet to the head ya know. Around that time, her other brother moved out and went down to NYC to pursue a career in art. Sonya… she saw first hand how violent the Reborn could be years back when her own brother attacked her Mom. Her Father ran her out of the house and they blocked the doors, leaving Jimmy and the body alone. More and more violence struck up among the Reborn and living in the town and they ran for the hills.

They went to NYC, to visit Sonya’s brother at his flat in hopes of finding a safe place to live. What they found was a flat full of his friends, barely any room for anybody to fit but they felt like family after the first few months. They got to know each other and Sonya came to trust them, eventually being allowed to go out with them to scavenge the food from stores. When the first news of the GNYC reached her small apartment family, they were elated. All of them rushed to the Colony and were admitted, quickly gaining back what was at least a mockery of a normal life. Sonya was given a job as a scavenger, one of the few allowed out of the walls. Her agile speed and ability to stay calm around the Reborn made her perfect for the job. It is one she has held for the her entire life in the Colony.

Profession: Scavenger

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Equipment/weaponry:
-Large backpack- Capable of carrying around 50lbs of supplies when necessary.
-Lighter- For light of course
-Flashlight(Crank powered)- For when she needs a brighter light
-Machete- To protect herself of course
-Smith and Wesson .45 Colt Revolver- Sometimes you need to protect yourself from more than just the Reborn. 12 rounds available
-Pencil and Notebook- For writing important information down or just doodling.

Other: In her free time, Sonya draws and paints. She isn’t the best artist but she has gotten better of the years. It keeps her mind of the Reborn outside and her hand steady.