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Name: Tatiana Lobov Newnan
Aliases: Tati, Solovey
Age: 30
Birthday: October 31
Ethnicity: Russian
Birth Place: Kirov, Kirov Oblast, USSR
Location: Las Vegas, Nevada
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: Nyet!
Occupation: Ballerina/Dancer
Languages: Russian(Mother Tongue)/English(Fluent but broken)

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Height: 5'4"
Weight: 120lbs
Build: Curvy
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Auburn
Skin Tone: Porcelain dotted with freckles
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, Tattoo - Spanning the width of her shoulders is a single nightingale that is flying over a decaying city; the tattoo itself looks like it would be seen on an ink blot test, Scar - Numerous small ones she has acquired since the outbreak. Massively spread scarring on her back.

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Protective * Guarded * Unwavering * Moody * Calculating* Paranoid

Sexuality: Depends on the day
Relationship Status: Married to Jack Newnan
Personality: Tatiana can be a very quiet individual much of the time and can come off as shy to those that don’t know her but when push comes to shove she is usually the first to snap on someone and give a very boisterous opinion that can tend to create a scene. Too much pain from her childhood has caused to her be very protective about those she cares about, always afraid she is about to lose someone else in her life. This side of her usually comes out when she sees someone she cares about being put down, judged, or harmed. She is very guarded of her heart and her past, not wanting to open up about either of them because of what she witnessed as a child before she came to the U.S. That is unless she fully trusts someone, which is a rarity in and of itself.

Much of the time she will feign not understanding the English language, even though she has mastered the language, just to avoid having to deal with people if she feels like it. It is a defense mechanism she developed when dealing with unreasonable Prima's if she felt like the discussion was getting no where. Tatiana has never dealt what happened when she was a child and the combined problems since the outbreak; this leads her to have unusual mood swings. One minute she will be in a full tantrum, the next completely understanding and loving, the next as cold as her adopted mother. One never knows.

Over the last months she has learned to be more relaxed around the people of Newnan, having gotten to get to know them on a deeper level. She is bubbly and bright around them, especially the kids. She is still as nervous as ever around those she doesn't know but she is starting to deal with it better.

Since she has split up with the group, Tatiana has changed a lot. She still remains basically the same but she has been through a lot. Pregnancy and giving birth have kept her sane but the things she had to do to survive tested even her resolve. She is paranoid now and for good reason. People thought the folks in Eden were bad? She could attest she ran across worse.
Habits: Smokes, scratches at the back of her hand
Hobbies: Ballet
Fears:

• Wolves
• Solitude
• Losing someone else she has grown close to
• Never finding Jack
• Losing her child

Likes:

• Nightingales
• Coffee
• Symphonic Metal
• Traveling
• B-Rated Movies
• Cheesy Romance Novels
• Rorschach Inspired Art
• Tattoos
• Ballet
• Smoking
• Sleeping

Dislikes:

• Drunks
• Running into loved ones that have been turned
• Judgemental People
• Losing Inspiration
• Being Interrupted
• Know-It-Alls
• Vodka
• Most people these days

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Scavenging
• Athletics
• Survival
• Orienteering
• Water Purification

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Knife
• Pistol
• Conning
• Basic First Aide
• People Reading
• Games
• Ability To Play Monopoly Without Breaking Up
• Psychology
• Counseling
• Close Combat Fighting
• Child Psychology

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - Hiking boots, black slimfit jeans, underclothes, black tank top, white t-shirt, grey long sleeve over shirt, olive outdoor coat, small studded earrings, several black jelly bracelets, belt, knife sheath on belt, pistol waistband holster, compass necklace, wedding ring
• Elk Ridge Hunting Knife
• Baby Bag
  • Diapers
  • Changes of clothing
  • wash clothes
  • Jars of baby food
  • Tube of lip stick
  • Road Flare

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Your First Walker Encounter: Rumors had been going around about how other areas of the country were falling to a flue type outbreak but in the middle of the Nevada desert things seemed okay. That was until it wasn't. The fever began to take people and soon the city of sin was turned into a war zone; one that reminded Tatiana of the cities back in Russia when things collapsed. Resources were low and it was hundreds of miles to get to the next city; people rioted but the shows had to go on and did until the very end. During what turned out to be Tatiana's last performance a man took ill during the first act, he was dead by the end of it and everything was put on pause while they awaited EMT's to remove the body. Tatiana was standing on stage watching as the scene unfolded and was horrified when she saw what she thought was a dead man grab one of the EMT's and start to rip the mans flesh off his bones with his teeth. She ran off backstage and grabbed her things before heading out the back door and into the streets; her survival instincts kicked in; at least flight had at that point.

History Before Outbreak: Tatiana was born in Russian during the tail end of U.S.S.R. and was forced from Kirov to many other places in Eastern Europe throughout childhood as a refugee. Jumping from camp to camp to avoid the wars that always occurred when a large empire crumbles to dust. This continued for years and put her through what she believe would end up being the hardest years of her life, ones she does not speak of but when mentioned one can clearly see there is pain behind her vibrant eyes even to this day.

Once the fall of the Soviet Union settled down she was able to return back to the city of her birth. There she stayed, living in peace, studying ballet and going to school until her sixteenth year. An American Ballet Company offered her a chance to move to the U.S.A. to study. She jumped at the chance and was eager to start a new life in a new world. It would be a chance to become something other than just another local girl who dreamed of becoming a Prima.

Transferring to the U.S. was difficult, since she did not speak the language but with the help of tutors she was able to grasp the language and ended up getting her GED while working with the ABC to further her dance interests. Ballet came first, everything else was second. This was how things had to be if she ever wished to become something great. Though it seemed not to matter how good of a dancer she was or how much talent lay within her, due to her build she was always placed at the back of the pack.

In 2005 she opted to try taking a new direction with her dance and decided to move to Las Vegas Nevada. A city of Sin perhaps but also a place where those whose dreams would not come true elsewhere could come true there. That is if the luck of the draw was in your favor. For Tatiana it was. She found work with a production company as a back up stage dancer and quickly worked her way up to be the headlining performer. For the year before the outbreak she was happier than she ever had been, dancing on stage six nights a week as the star of a show that was designed just for her. She thought the worst in life was finally behind her, she was so terribly wrong.

History Since Outbreak: For the first few weeks after the outbreak began Tati spent locked up either at the performance hall she used to perform at or locked away in her apartment. Her life growing up as a refuge and in a crumbling economic setting had created a bit of a hoarder within her. Ever since she had become comfortable in Vegas she had kept supplies. Food, bottle water, medicine. Anything she came across that she wished she had had more of during those refuge years made its way into her apartment.

She ended up deciding one day to try to see what was going on outside and began to search the streets; trying to find information if things would get any better since the net and tv no longer worked. Maybe she would find someone she knew. It would be something; anything was better than the solitude at that point. Solitude was the worst part of being a refuge after the starvation and pain. Sometimes it could actually be worse.

Tati was rounded up and taken to a camp, a supposed safe zone. She knew better than that. The place was like every other refuge or interment camp she had ever been in. It was no better. This many people who were hungry and scared crowded together in a small space never did well, add to that that there was an illness of some sorts causing things to go wrong made it so much worse. Disease spread in small confines. The only solace she found was when Davina found her. The two made a plan to get out and get away.

Since then they have been together; jumping from group to group when needed but mostly trying to stick it out on their own. The less people in a group that better. Two seems to be their perfect number. Both know enough to balance out the other and keep the pair going. Whether it is when Davina has to con a group to let them in for a short time or they are stranded in the middle of no where and Tati has to use skills she wished she would never have to again to keep them going. Either way the pair have survived this long and made it almost to the east coast after all this time. In Ga now, supplies are running low, it's time to find another group for a short period of time.

Tatiana loved her life in Newnan. She found a home, a family, a love, and even a marriage. Then it all fell apart. She was lucky, Froggy found her but then after the baby was born, he went missing going to find formula. She hasn't seen him since. A cat has been on her tail, that damn orange cat but he comes and goes. She has done what she has to to survive but she doesn't want to talk about it. Maybe she will, for now though, everything is about keeping her child alive and finding Jack.

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Character Quote: "Life goes on long after the heart stops beating."
Theme Song: Unstoppable By Sia

How Many Walkers Have You Killed: Enough to stay alive
How Many People Have You Killed: 27
Why: I learn long ago, humans can be greatest monster
Anything Else: ~provided in previous Cs's~

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Name: Bridgette Anne Vinters
Aliases: Bree, Blacksmith, Shield Maiden of Fairburn
Age: 27
Birthday: May 5th
Ethnicity: Caucasian, of Nordic descent
Birth Place: Evanston, IL
Location: Fairburn, GA
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: Machinist/Metalworking (Technical Diploma from the Chicago Industrial Art & Design College)

Occupation: Blacksmith, Freelance (Standing contracts included various annual Jousting events, Medieval Reenactments, Highland Games, Viking Demos, Cutlery Shows & Conventions, and Renaissance Festivals across North America.) Former Bouncer

Languages: English, Norwegian (middling proficiency)

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Height: 6’1”
Weight: 150
Build: Toned, broad shouldered
Eyes: Seawater Blue
Hair: Blonde, long. Shaved on side and set in braids.
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Yes. Several burn scars from years of metalwork, multiple ear piercings, ten gauge through tongue.

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Cheerful * Angry * Loyal * Blunt

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality:
Bridgette is a openly cheerful person, if she feels comfortable around you. If not, she’s a little standoffish, bordering on violent (so don’t push it). Most comfortable in a forge or workshop, preferably outdoors, she takes delight in the creation of useful things with ingots and wire, reclaiming scrap steel for artistic and practical endeavors.

Socially, she seems a bit stunted. She wants to be funny and outgoing, but experience has taught her never to get particularly close with anyone or rooted in any one spot. Secretly, she hopes for the opposite of this - a home and friends, maybe one day a family.

Habits: Tapping her nails, messing with her tongue stud.
Hobbies: Making wire jewelry (torcs and such)
Fears:

• Losing loved ones
• Running out of alcohol
• Being helpless

Likes:

• Sugar/Sweets
• Scandinavian Heavy Metal
• Drinking
• A Good Steak
• Horseback Riding
• Fresh Fruit

Dislikes:

• Pushy people (she likes to be the only one)
• Decaffeinated Coffee (because what's the point?)
• Mosquitos
• Impatient People
• Video Game Armor for Women
• Reality TV (not as much of an issue anymore)

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Machinist (Metalwork)
• Smithing
• Brutal Fisticuffs
• Axe
• Shotgun

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Knife
• Shield Techniques
• Equestrian
• Sword
• Spear
• Very Basic Cooking

Current Supplies:

• Clothing: Chain Hauberk (knee length, 3/4 sleeve, titanium, hooded, split for riding, double breasted with buckles) Riveted steel greaves and bracers, goggled helm, pink paisley bandanna, kneehigh brown snake boots, loose carpenter’s jeans, black tank top, rainbow colored kneehigh socks, large fur mantle, silver wolf head torc
• Broadaxe
• Seax
• Remington Sawed-Off Shotgun (double barrel, 12 gauge)
• Box of 12 gauge shells, 30 left
• Spear
• Viking Roundshield
• Backpack (contains basic Forge Tools and canned goods)
• Saddlebags
• American Quarter Horse (with all the fixin's)

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Your First Walker Encounter:
"Fuck's sake, how difficult is it to walk across the street and grab a candy bar? It was a long day at the Faire, 'cause it didn't matter that business sucked out loud, we had to be seen making horseshoes or some shit. Whatever. Badassed flu's going around, so the only people I'm impressing are the Jousting Team and the Northumbria Reenactors. The staff has their own shit to deal with."

"I get a break and hit the gas station across from the Faire. Got a real need for a Blue Raspberry Slushie and a Snickers. No sooner than I pay and set foot out the door, some fucker takes a bite out of an old lady and starts gnawing away. Then some other loser runs him over with his truck. Now, here's the kicker: The Biter gets back up and keeps trying to eat the old lady."

"If I knew then what I know now, I wouldn't have bothered trying to call 911."

History Before Outbreak:
Bridgette's was born and raised in Evanston, Illinois, to a father who really wanted a son. Now, dear old dad was a professional Boxer. Regionally a success, but he never quite got his big break. Nonetheless, it paid the bills and kept his family fed. He insisted that his daughter learn from him at an early age, and when she got a little older, enrolled her in a proper gym. She excelled. But, it wasn't where she wanted to be. Nice fallback though, hurting people. Bridgette got a lot of practice outside of the ring as well, making her preferred style less "Marquess of Queensberry" and more "Because Fuck'em, That's Why".

At any rate, despite her talent, this was not the path Bridgette wanted to follow. She had dreams of a career that lasted more than fifteen years, and a retirement plan that didn't involve chronic pain coupled with possible brain injury. With this in mind, she enrolled in the Chicago Industrial Art & Design College, studying the trade of a Machinist and taking as many metalworking classes as they offered.

During her free time, Bridgette fell in with a Chicago SCA group. She learned more about her Scandinavian heritage and picked up a some weapon training, but mostly found it an interesting diversion to the grind of WORK SCHOOL SLEEP that often accompanies people in her position. Her work mostly involved bouncing. Part time, but it covered what expenses student loans didn't (and those she didn't want Daddy knowing about). Being a pretty, female bouncer had its share of difficult moments, but the work was as steady and as flexible as she needed it. Plus, it kept her skills sharp.

Upon graduating, Bridgette was certain that her shiny new diploma and certifications would land her a great career fabricating and working metal, with a respectable salary and broad insurance. Then reality took a wet towel to her ass in a painful, depressing manner.

Long story short about her professional life, the only job Bridgette could get was through one of her SCA friends. He knew a Reenactor Blacksmith that needed an assistant. Though it wasn't the technical career she dreamed of, it paid bills. More than that, she learned a new depth of metalwork, and was able to combine it with other skills into a new passion. Bridgette was a touch bitter that her life plan fell away, but genuinely began to enjoy the new one opening before her. The budding Smith staked out on her own, taking contracts from several related business entities that were in need of a custom metalworker or period blacksmith.

Her last contract, before all hell broke loose, was as a resident Armorer for the Georgia Renaissance Festival. While the attractions weren't really "Renaissance", it was exactly where her talents lay.

History Since Outbreak:
Since the "Candy Bar Incident", Bridgette decided to stay with the Fest. There was adequate food and fresh water supplies, some medical, LOTS of weapons (many of which she made), raw resources, livestock, space for growing, and WALLS. About half of the others felt the same way, including the Jousting group and the Viking Northumbria Reenactors. They were given word that there were safe zones and evacuation points in Atlanta, which several people opted for, but to Bridgette sounded like suicide. The last thing they needed to do during a deadly viral(?) outbreak was to crowd together with a few thousand other people in cramped circumstances. Thank you, but no.

They figured that waiting there until this epidemic passed was the best course of action. The problem was, it didn't pass.

Everything was okay at first. They lived off of the Festival's supplies for the longest time, and used their archaic skills to transform the Working Hamlet Tourist Attraction into an fully functioning, mostly sustainable town. Bridgette expanded upon her SCA combat training with the Northumbria people. She learned all manner of interesting and painful things, almost to the exclusion of everything else. She was a fighter. Survival skills suffered, but her role was that of a fighter and worker of metal. The hunters hunted, the scavengers scavenged. Bridgette fought and swung hammer against anvil.

There was an amount of infighting. People died. Sometimes the infected got in. The Town suffered all the same things that everyone else did when the world fell apart. But they soldiered on. Sometimes, very unfriendly people tried to get in. Assaults were made against their Run teams. Very bad things happened. Still, they kept on for over two years.

What finally brought down their little, medieval community was disease. Some germ or another found its way into the walls, and without proper medical facilities or a medical professional, they fell like dominoes. Many left. Many more died. After a while, it was just Bridgette and one of the Shield Maidens. Two people were too few to hold their home, and so they decided to bury or hide as many of their supplies as they could, shore up the walls as best as possible, and leave in search of a new home or trustworthy people to bring back to this one.

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Character Quote: "Back up. You're stepping on my dick."
Theme Song: Nightwish - End Of All Hope
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: "Fuck's sake, why is that a question? Not near enough. How about that?"
How Many People Have You Killed: "Wait, killed, or just decapitated? See, if you wrap a belt around their neck real tight before the axe comes down, they'll blink for like, 30 seco... Umm, nine maybe. Dunno."
Why: I'm not a fan of getting raped or killed, and no one I know is, either.
Anything Else:

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Preferred method of combat to kick things off is Spear & Shield, followed by Axe & Shield. If engaging in range combat, Bridgette favors her Sawed-Off Shotgun (crossbow of the modern era), which is usually kept on her horse or tucked into her backpack, pistol grip sticking out of the top.

If she's not trying to kill anyone (or lacks options), Bridgette is one hell of an unarmed scrapper. Also fond of shield bashing techniques.





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⚜ Ashton Holloway ⚜

"Cap'n Walldick? Yeah, he's ... actually ok. Might owe him an apology."

Bridgette was rude as hell to Ashton when they first met. Despite this, Ash acted in the manner of a professional. He offered the Valkyries a home and purpose, which Bridgette accepted over drinks.

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☮ James Grady ☮

"He's ok. Burns a mean slab of cow, but that hat. Goddamn."

Bridgette likes the self-titled Blackneck, even if they don't get along all the time. Also, he's the only other Axe slinger in Newnan, even if it is a midsize woodaxe. Maybe later, she'll forge him something with a little more panache.

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☯ Kristina Smith ☯

"...touched my horse..."

Ok, fine, so they got off on the wrong foot. Little Miss Sweet & Innocent had a bad day; so did Bridgette. Maybe they can find common ground down the road a piece. A far piece. Maybe they'll run into each other when she makes her Agriculture runs. <wink, wink>

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☯ Richard Johnson ☯

"The fuck is his deal?"

Richard comes across to Bridgette as ungenuine. Smooth talker, at first. Seems to find a reason to like people, then not to like them. It is a contrast to Bridgette's blunt openness. Nevertheless, he contributes, so he's part of the group. Basically, she is waiting to form an opinion on the man.

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☮ Zoie Crawford ☮

"Heh, bitch is crazy. I had my way, she'd be fitted for a horned helmet immediately."

While unsure of Zoie's feelings toward her, Bridgette finds a sort of odd kinship with the native Georgian. Not remotely the same as with Astrid, but she figures they can be friends.

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⚜ Victor Bonheur ⚜

"If we had one of him two years ago, maybe our village wouldn't be a fucking ghost town."

Victor helps keep Newnan alive, as much as the guards or the walls. The want of a doctor finally destroyed her first, post-outbreak home. Plus, this one is teaching Astrid part of the trade. Yeah, any personal oddities he might have can be easily overlooked. Bridgette would impale a bitch as quickly for Froggy as she would for Ash.

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☮ Sophia Harris ☮

"TWO MORE, BITCH! TWO MORE!!!"

Sophia came in with Bridgette and Astrid, twenty minutes after her lumberjack amputation. While she means well, she has the insensitive habit of calling Sophia "The Future Mrs. Hook", among other things. As she already has the habit of visiting Astrid in the Infirmary, Bridgette has taken it upon herself to act as Sophia's personal physical therapist, often as loudly and vigorously as possible.

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Symbol Tatiana Korvo Symbol

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Relation Details

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Bridgette Vinters

"Yeah. I'd do her."

Loud, vulgar, violent, uncouth. These things are said about her damned near every day. What else is said: Loyal, fierce, honest, brave. If she accepts you as part of her clan, she will still be all of those things, but for you.

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♫ Astrid Hansen ♫

"She's a sister, true as any. Except that sometimes, we wriggle against each other until we're out of breath."

The two of them lived because of and for each other for a long time. They are as close as sisters, and occasionally closer. Not that they're in love, mind you. That would be silly. Given a choice between Newnan and Astrid, Bridgette would walk away from the town and everyone in it. Not that she could be blackmailed into it. Such an act of submission would be dishonorable.

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☮ Agnes Johannsson ☮

"So, she doesn't ride a horse. As far as I'm concerned, she's one of us, anyway."

Bridgette likes Bryn. Really likes her. Despite the fact that she talks very little, possibly even less than Astrid, Bryn is her kind of people. Don't tell anyone, but Bridgette thinks she's kind of cute, too. Many an evening, Bryn, Bridgette, an Astrid can be seen near a fire, braiding each other's hair while the two quiet ones communicate via grunts and some manner of bitch telepathy while Bridgette waxes on colorfully, in only the way she can. Chicks before dicks!

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☯ Niesha Burkstien ☯

"What the fucking fuck is fucking wrong with that fuck? FUCK!"

Pissed off Astrid. Pissed off Froggy. About got Sophia killed, from the story of it. Alright, emotional day all around. Shit happens. Bridgette was one of the people that brought her into Newnan, so she feels partly responsible. Well, very slightly responsible. Bree's keeping an eye on her. Maybe she'll come around.

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Symbol Jack Hudson Symbol

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Name: Astrid Bodil Hansen
Aliases: Valkyrie
Age: 34
Birthday: January 1st
Ethnicity: Norwegian-American
Birth Place: Minneapolis Minnesota
Location: Georgia Renaissance Festival
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: Shield Maiden (Viking Reenactor)
Languages: English/Norwegian

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Height: 6'0"
Weight: 155lbs
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Numerous Viking inspired tattoos that cover a large portion of her body. Several ear piercings. Multiple scars on her flesh; arms, legs, back.

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Fiercely Loyal * Sarcastic * Adaptable * Snarky

Sexuality: Bi-Sexual (Usually preferring males)
Relationship Status: Divorced
Personality: Astrid might has well have been born a thousand years ago. Even though she was born in a large city and raised there her views are still tucked away in the Viking ages when it comes to many thing. She actually enjoys not having electricity and surviving off the land. Every day is like she is raiding and pillaging some new town. If it weren't for all the Walkers running around this would be her perfect idea of life.

She is a survivor, even before the outbreak, and loyal to a fault when it comes to her friends. If you become one you will have one until you die because in her mind she isn't going to die until she is ready. Damn the Walkers. She can be kind and is very motherly in her ways but she is rather rude at times. She is sarcastic and has a snarky streak that runs a mile long. Thankfully most don't see this side because it usually comes out in Norwegian instead of English, but the look on her face can give her away. She cannot keep a secret to save her life and what she says is always truth, sometimes too much truth. To get around this though she will speak in riddles from time to time. She won't lie but she will circumvent telling you the all out truth if she can avoid it when needed.
Habits: Braiding her hair, picking at hew nails
Hobbies: Star gazing
Fears:

• Losing her sword
• Having to put down a friend
• Snakes

Likes:

• Reading
• Polishing her sword
• Talking in Norwegian so others don't know what she is saying
• Gardening
• Taking care of her horse
• Cold days

Dislikes:

• The Heat - Why the fuck are we in Ga again?
• People messing with her braids
• People messing with her horse
• People touching her things
• Coffee
• Getting more stitches

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Sword Fighting
• Shield Fighting
• Horse Riding
• Bow
• Viking Survival Skills

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Fletching
• First Aid
• Axe Throwing
• Animal Husbandry
• Leather Tanning
• Basic Medical

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - leather corset, leather pauldrons, leather tassets, leather belt, linen viking period shirt, fitted trousers, knee high leather boots, various leather pouches, numerous pieces of vikingesque jewelry, sword sheath, under clothing
• Shield
• Long Sword
• Viking Throwing Axe
• Horse
• Standard
• 2 litter bottle with various types of sand in it
• Dried meats
• Patches of leather
• Sexy fun stuff

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Your First Walker Encounter: Heat stroke his one of the people that were coming to the faire. It didn't surprise her, the person was all dressed up not only in leather armor but chainmail and the heat had set in early. They thought they could handle it, they couldn't. The body was moved to a tent to stay there until the paramedics showed up. They showed up too late. The corpse decided it had had a long enough nap and began to go on an eating rampage through the faire. Apparently Ale and Turkey legs were not on its Weight Watchers Point Program. A sword to the skull later and Astrid had made her first true kill. It wouldn't be her last.

History Before Outbreak: Life for Astrid before the break out was anything but your typical childhood. Daughter of two Norwegian-American's she was raised in the old ways. Her parents helped to start the reenactment movement for Viking History in the northern part of the country and when she was born she became part of that life. She never attended school properly, instead her mother homeschooled her. Astrid loved it. Every weekend they were off to some other part of the country, educating people on the ancient ways of the Vikings.

As she got older her parents started to train her in warfare. How to handle a sword, a shield, and more. She was a shield maiden of old in her mind and it was an honor to carry on the family legacy. She quickly became the lead Shield Maiden in the troops reenactments, leading her people into "battle". The more believable they could make it the better. Week days were spent training and readying more good to sell to those that visited the various reenactment locations. Much of the down time was spent braiding girls hair for a price to bring in more money.

After a time Astrid ended up being an extra in several movies and t.v. shows that focused on vikings. Wardrobe loved her. She always showed up in full gear, her hair braided wildly only made it that much better for them. She enjoyed it but she hated hearing the word "cut." She eventually stopped the minor acting career and returned to her troop. The next stop - The Georgia Renaissance Festival. Six weeks of Georgia heat in leather armor? Oh yay, but hey she would get to show off her shield skills once again. Why not?

History Since Outbreak: The first couple of years after the outbreak were decent enough, at least as decent as they could be in the middle of the end of the world. The place had supplies and walls, that was a big step up from what most had. Not only that it had people, people who were used to living without the modern things. People who had spent years if not a life time holding on to the past. Those skills became invaluable during that time. Being able to live off the land and know how to handle a fight was a priceless endeavor.

Astrid ended up doing what she always did, she fought. Granted now it wasn't against others in some staged battle, this was real. But when you are killing monsters, it doesn't seem so bad. At least not later, the first kills are always hard. You still see your friends in those lifeless eyes. You know what they did when they were alive, you remember laughing with them. After a time it isn't so hard and it becomes second nature. Then comes the point where you start killing those that are alive. At first it is a last resort, to save yourself. You instead of them. After that you start weighing people, are they worth it? Will they become trouble? Even with the living you become less attached.

If killing the dead and the living isn't bad enough there is always something else. Eventually food stores run low or disease gets in. A simple flu starts killing people and those people while knowing about the past know very little about modern medicine. Death tolls rise quickly and you are left standing there as you see everything you have fought to protect fall to ash around you. Do you stay or do you go? By the time that happened there were only her and one other left. They couldn't keep the large area going alone, didn't matter how fierce they were.

Packing up a cart, burying supplies and bracing the walls as best they could they set off. They needed a new home or at least new people. So it began, the next year of their lives. Astra kept the woman close, learning from her and teaching her. The two are sisters in arms now and even though Astrid has retreated to this place in her mind of a true shield maiden, it has been a good place to stay for now. Though, how long can she remain in that state until it fully takes over and she forgets everything of a normal life. Is there such a thing anymore? Doesn't matter, you still keep moving.

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Character Quote: Lo there do I see my father; Lo there do I see my mother and my sisters and my brothers; Lo there do I see the line of my people, back to the beginning. Lo, they do call me, they bid me take my place among them, in the halls of Valhalla, where the brave may live forever.
Theme Song: Tyr - The Lay Of Our Love
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: I have lost count
How Many People Have You Killed: Over a dozen
Why: It's a bad idea to think you can rape and pillage a Viking woman
Anything Else: ~provided in previous CS's~

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Name: Agnes Brynja Johannsson
Aliases: Bryn, Aggy
Age: 31
Birthday: Who even keeps track anymore?
Ethnicity: Icelandic American
Birth Place: Macon, Georgia
Location: Macon, Georgia
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: Electrical Engineering/Fabrication and Welding
Occupation: Sculptor and Single Mother
Languages: English and Icelandic

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Height: 5’5”
Weight: 122lbs
Build: Lean muscles, toned with hourglass figure that is slightly more bony than it would have been pre-outbreak
Eyes: Midnight blue with black and white flecks throughout
Hair: Reddish Brown (Auburn like) hair that sits around chin length in various small plaits and matted mess.
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: No tattoos or piercings. Many scars not visible beneath her clothing. Various cigarette burns on her arms and one on the left side of her neck, lots of self-harm scars up and down her wrists and on her inner thighs, both up and across the skin.

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Resourceful * Nonchalant * Fearless * Secretive

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: What’s a relationship?
Personality: Bryn is the kind of person that can make trash into treasure. She leaves nothing to be wasted and has an eye for future uses in things that people would generally discard or ignore. She can come off as very uncaring and perhaps callous, but she is never cruel in her intentions. She is simply a very nonchalant type of person since the world turned to shit. You’d think she’d be higher strung than that “Hang in there!” kitten on the posters, but she’s the furthest thing from it.

Due to this shift in attitude and personality, Bryn has no fear. She will do anything and everything that she can to survive. She has had many close calls due to this trait in her nature both before and after the outbreak but it has kept her alive this long so it is clearly a good thing, right? Beyond these facets of herself, Bryn is an incredibly private person which leads to her being secretive wherever possible. She’s not entirely untrusting but she finds it difficult to believe anyone that still has a pulse, with the exception of her select few favourite breathers. She generally prefers the company of the dead for the most part because at least she knows where their nature is leading them.
Habits:

• Talking to the living dead
• Picks up small, smooth stones when she spots them and rubs them
• Rubs her earlobes when she’s feeling any strong emotions that she’s uncomfortable/unfamiliar with

Hobbies:

• Collects small, smooth stones that look pretty
• Climbing – Rocks, walls, hills, mountains, trees etc.

Fears:

• Losing a child
• Trusting the wrong person
• Being buried alive

Likes:

• Smooth stones
• Glass
• Climbing
• Surviving
• Driving
• Building things
• Scavenging

Dislikes:

• Breaking her creations
• People who cause harm to others
• Feeling emotions
• Being thirsty
• Not having electricity
• People asking about her past

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Sculpting/Building
• Scavenging
• Crossbow
• Blunt Weapons – Baseball bats and the like
• Welding

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Foraging
• Knives
• Pistol
• Hunting
• Survival Skills
• Basic Shield Fighting
• Shield Usage
• Axe Fighting

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing – Black vest top, black woollen jumper/sweater, black combat trousers, black knee high lace up boots, black leather gloves (missing the fingertips) and a black leather jacket.
• C(ranium)-Whacker
• Crossbow – 5 bolts on it, 5 spare in pack
• Beretta M9 – Fully loaded (15 round mags)
• Beretta M9 – Fully loaded (15 round mags)
• Knife
• Set of throwing knives – strapped to her chest
• Survival kit – Low on medicines and gauze, has wires and scissors and other essentials left
• Motorbike – Full tank of gas
• Backpack – Holds two litre water bottles, spare bolts, 2 tins of spaghetti o’s, 2 spare mags for her pistols, long plastic tubing and a small gas can attached to her pack on the outside by a wide leather strap for syphoning gas.

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Your First Walker Encounter: There had been reports of riots, outbreaks, unfair killings by the law. Everything had been going to shit and Bryn wasn’t about to put her son in danger by going outside without cause. They’d been locked up in their small apartment for two weeks and supplies were running low. She’d need to head outside and get some things. She left Bobby with her neighbour and made a dash for the supermarket, hoping that they at least had some baby formula left if nothing else.

She came back from her uneventful trip to the store with the baby formula and some tins she had found remaining on the shelves, only to find that the front door to her apartment building had been kicked in. She made a mad dash up the stairs and realised that she couldn’t hear Bobby crying out, she hoped that it meant that he was safe but her stomach was in knots. Her door had been kicked in along with her neighbours. She dropped her bag and ran inside Helen’s flat. Helen was face down on the floor in a puddle of blood. Bryn felt bad, but she really hoped that it was her own blood. She searched around the house and found Bobby, sound asleep in the bedroom.

A sigh of relief escaped her and she slumped down on the floor, her back against the wall. She gathered her baby boy into her arms and carried him out of the room and grabbed her shopping bag from the floor. That’s when she heard the guttural snarl from behind. She kicked out behind her by reflex and felt it colliding with a body. She darted forward towards her own flat and closed the busted up door over. She placed Bobby carefully on the sofa and ran to move something in front of the door. It was too late though, the deceased Helen was alive and walking again. Bryn yelled at her, begged her to answer to gather back to her senses but the rumours that she’d heard had been true. The dead were really rising.

Grabbing a lamp from the table beside her, Bryn caved that poor old lady’s head in to try and stop her from coming towards her and her baby. She’d read enough books, watched enough horror movies and played enough games in her time to know that if you take out the head, everything else will follow.

History Before Outbreak: Bryn was born in Macon, Georgia and never much left the area in which she was raised. She spent her time hunting with her dad and rough housing with her brother as well as playing baseball together with their friends. Her mother had died when she was twelve which sent her into a spiral of depression. Coupling this with going through puberty and being considered “one of the boys” in middle and high school made life particularly difficult for her as a teenager. She dealt with a lot going through school and lost herself in playing baseball but it wasn’t enough. She eventually started to self-harm.

She had decent enough grades in school despite everything, she went off to college to learn electrical engineering but, over the few years she spent there, she realised that it wasn’t what she wanted to do with her life as a career. She stuck it out though, pulling through in the top half of her class and being the first in her family to graduate from college instead of going straight into a trade job but it wasn’t what she wanted.

She wanted to do something smart, hands on and with a creative flair and she decided to become a sculptor. Bad career move really, as it wouldn’t pay the bills but she was okay with working minimum wage jobs in order to get to where she wanted to be in life. Then she met Trent, and her whole ideas went up in smoke. She and Trent had a volatile relationship that resulted in the best thing in her life; Bobby.

She became a single mother at 26 but before that she’d had a good couple years between graduating college to find what she wanted to do creatively and she discovered a love for welding metals together to create unique items and structures even if they were never intended for use. Growing up, she had been a huge horror and fantasy fan and created items that she liked to think were very apocalyptic in their very nature.

One of her favourite pieces was an aluminium baseball bat that she had welded spikes onto the end, it was very violent looking but was always kept within a glass case for safety reasons, obviously. She even made functioning items that were motors and light boards within her artwork, taking her electrical engineering degree to some use in her new career. She didn’t make a fortune but she made enough that she could take care of herself and her son once his deadbeat dad ran off with the next floozy that came along.

Her father died just months after she had Bobby and her brother had gotten himself locked up on drug charges since he liked the green a little too much. She had a lot on her shoulders and then six months later, the world went to shit…
History Since Outbreak: A lot of Bryn’s history since the outbreak is a blurry haze to even her. She remembers running from her apartment with Bobby in tow and then making it to her gallery where… everything became black. She remembers losing Bobby in that darkness but not what happened to him exactly. She just knows that she can never go through that pain ever again. She remembers a lot of glass, a lot of blood and a lot of noise. Beyond that, there isn’t much left in her head about it.

After the gallery, Bryn made a point of gathering everything and anything that she could think of to travel. She didn’t have any family left in the state and she didn’t keep in much contact with anyone out of state. After she’d gotten pregnant, most of her friends had distanced from her. They were too young to want to hang with a mother with a baby so she was on her own. She made her way into the woods and ran into an old man and his cabin. She spent six months with him, where he taught her how to survive and hunt on the land without a crossbow which was her hunting weapon of choice when she’d done it with her dad.

The old geezer even taught her how to handle knives, not just using them but also throwing them. The old guy was insane but he knew his shit. He’d been one of those crazy survivalist types but Bryn was super glad that she had met him because this all might mean that she’d live longer in the world. It wasn’t to last though, another group of survivors came through the area when Bryn was out hunting and when she came back the house was up in flames.

Knowing that it was going to attract Snarlers, Bryn took off with the stuff that she had on her back and went to collect her “grab bag” from the hollowed out tree two miles East from the cabin. After the cabin, Bryn was on her own for the remaining two and a half years. She had run ins with various groups and almost joined a few but always found that they were all liars and quickly separated herself from them in whatever way she felt was necessary at the time.

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Character Quote: *silently judges you*
Theme Song: This.
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: What does it matter?
How Many People Have You Killed: Who wants to know?
Why: You tell me!
Anything Else: I’ve PM’d the GM also all of my posts in the RP so far.

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Name:Niesha Burkstein
Aliases: Nessie, Nes
Age: 25
Birthday: 27th of Novemeber, 1991
Ethnicity: Irish
Birth Place: Cleverland, America
Location: Leiper's Fork, TN
Gender: female
Collegue education Bachelor of Science in Pharmaceutical Sciences degree, further study in doctorship of pharmacy
Occupation: Pharmacist
Languages: English, Gaelic

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Height: 5 foot 4 inches
Weight: 65kg
Build: trim,
Eyes: Green
Hair: reddy brown
Skin Tone: Miky pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: normal ear piercings, lobe piercing, tattoe of a fairy on her lower back

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Kind * Can have a bad temper * Dedicated * serious

Sexuality: Bi
Relationship Status: single
Personality: Niesha is a strong willed individual. She has a strong empathy for others, and dislikes people being mistreated. She is kind, caring and everything someone could want in a health professional. She is bright, loyal and dedicated to those she cares about, and she never stops trying to do her best by them, and by herself.

She can be a rather serious individual, contemplating things before she does them. If she becomes angered, it's not someone you would like to see. Treated wrongly, she can have a shocking temper, and if someone she cares about is hurt, she will act furiously.

She has a patient nature, and is quite intelligent, able to, most of the time, think things through before acting.

She can be at times distant from others, yet she still maintains the ability to care for others, even if she sometimes has difficulty with emotions. Her intentions generally are good at heart, although she can be too stubborn for her own good at times.

She has learned to trust a few people and let them in, even through the pain of losing someone she cared about deeply. She has come to the conclusion that perhaps she will never truly be the same again, but that she is...okay. However she does get frustrated if she is asked too many times how she is going.
Habits: plays with her hair, fiddles with things, cracks knuckles, hums.
Hobbies: Guitar, crafts
Fears:

• heights
• spiders
• losing someone she cares about

Likes:

• getting caught in the rain
• long walks on a beach
• reading
• sunshine
• music
• flowers

Dislikes:

• alcohol
• blood
• bullies
• death
• spiders
• close minded people

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• knowledge of drugs and how to make them
• basic first aid skills
• music (what better way to take people's minds of things?)
• cooking

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Archery (Quick fire accuracy)
• hand gun
• basic gardening
• Knife
• basic medicine

Current positon in NewmanPrimary Pharmaceuticals/Medical Garden

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - Jacket, plain shirt, jeans, undergarments.
• Bow
• small axe
• 10 arrows
• 3 Flares
• One lighter
• 2 flashlights

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Your First Walker Encounter: Leaving her place of walk, as she went to her car.

History Before Outbreak: Niesha was raised in an orphanage, with her twin brother, after their parents were murdered in their home. They were passed from foster home to foster home, until her brother was kidnapped. They never found him, and Niesha was placed back into state care. She was not fostered again, having fallen into a mute state, as well as a deep depression at the loss of her brother. Despite this, she was an A student, top of her class, and received a scholarship for college.

Never having quite got over her brothers kidnapping, Niesha remained closed off, never quite letting people close, until her roommate in college essentially refused to be pushed aside, and over time Niesha opened up. She allowed herself to feel things she hadn't, and to deal with the issues she had, becoming a better person for it. She began to train in archery, became obsessed with cosplay, and learned sword play as well. She became an excellent shot with a bow, and a decent shot with a gun. She never stopped hunting for her brother.

After she got her degree, she received an offer for a job in a small town, and jumped on the opportunity, knowing if she wished to move, experience would be essential in getting a job.

She worked for a time, not paying attention to the news reports about the beginnings of the outbreak. Leaving work one day, she saw a walker, but merely thought they were someone in trouble. She approached, concerned, when it attacked her. Running, she got in her car and fled.

Her town was overrun in hours. Locked in her house, Niesha became to calm herself, and collected things for what could be considered survival, water, matches, clothes, whatever tinned food she had, her first aid supply, guitar, the camping cooker she had, and a torch, as well as her sword, bow and gun, and the ammo for both.

In the morning, she fled, stopping off at the pharmacy, she managed to get in and out, fleeing the dead, she began her journey.

History Since Outbreak:

As it was clear to Niesha that she couldn't survive without others, she began to gather people she found on the road, and together with the convey of cars, they survived together, camping where they could, taking refuge in what buildings they could. They first time they lost someone, Niesha thought they would all break. She rallied them, and they kept on going, heading always to one of the big cities, hoping against hope that it would be safe there.

It wasn't. And so they lost more of their people, and it became Nieshas first encounter with becoming a surgeon, as she took a chance and cut a boys arm off, below the elbow, his hysterical mother yelling and crying. She saved his life, and from then Niesha was considered nothing short of a leader.

She led her rag tag group, leading them to open country, thinking they could find a farm, and survive there. They found an abandoned farm, with a few lonely cows, a splattering of chickens, and more importantly, fences. They restored the fences that had been broken, and Niesha began to plan for a life there, thinking of higher, stronger walls, seed and livestock. For a time, they were safe. There were walker sightings, and encounters, but they survived, and their settlement started to become, first the higher thicker and stronger walls, and then power, and fresh water. They took in others, and soon they witnessed the first birth of the place, everyone thought it was a good sign, and for a time, they had peace.

It all ended during a vicious storm, the two years they had spent safe were ruined when a large tree took down a wall. No one found it until the first walker breached the settlement. It was over in hours, and Niesha gathered those that had survived, thinking to rally, but one by one they all left, and Niesha had no choice but to leave as well. Two years she had had hope, but now that was all gone, and she began to wander, avoiding people and walkers a like when she could, and merely continued to exist.

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Character Quote: hope is all we have
Theme Song: Yolanda Adams, never give up
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: to many to count
How Many People Have You Killed: only those she could not save
Why: she didn't have the skill or training to be able to do what needed to be done.
Anything Else: she still thinks her brother is out there, and hopes to find him alive.
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⚜Ashton Holloway⚜
"He seems competent enough, and thats good enough for now"
Relation Details
Niesha respects the man, she is thankful for the chance she has been given, but dislikes the fact she has been restricted from Sophie. She understands why, but hates the decision. As such, she may come off slightly cool to Ashton without meaning to.

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⚜James Grady⚜
"he seems like a good person, but then you can never be too sure these days. I want to believe he's good, but why set yourself up for failure?"
Relation Details
Niesha likes the man, but as with nearly everyone, she is reserved. He is perhaps one of the handful of people that can make her smile, with his larger then life personality. While she enjoys the work, she finds herself bored at times. Making drugs is what she needs to be doing, and she hopes that she can use James to crawl her way up to doing so. She will regret this use of the man.

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☮⚜Kristina Smith⚜☮
"She's a good person"
Relation Details
Niesha respects Kristina because despite what seemed to be a rough day for her, she still seemed strong. She is always thankful for what infomation Kristina gives her, and will always ask for a message to be dilvered to Sophie. She enjoys Kristinas company, and is grateful for the time Kristina spends with her.

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§Richard Johnson§
"bit of a dick. Manipulates people to get what he wants, and uses situations to his adventage
Relation details
Niesha will avoid Richard whenever she can. She dislikes the man, finding something about him distasteful. While he is charismatic, Niesha finds it more slimy then anything else, and as such prefers not to be around him, although she won't deliberately do so if it makes it obvious

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☯Zoie Crawford☯
"she seems okay."
Relation Details
Her interactions with Zoie have been brief so far, but Niesha has no issue with Zoie. So has nothing against Zoie.

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☯Victor Bonheur☯
Arrogant, quite tempered, a bit of a jerk, in short, a doctor."
Relation Details
Niesha will avoid victor, for the simple fact he is a dick, but she won't do so deliberately. She dislikes doctors due to previous experiences. She won't deliberately antagonize him but she can't say anything about accidentally doing so.

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♥Sophia Harris♥
"She saved my life. In more ways then one"
Relation Details
Niesha likes Sophie's company, she enjoys being around Sophie, but feels guilty about Sophie losing her hand. She will do anything to make up for that. This makes her quite devoted to Sophie and she will defend the other woman without even thinking.

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Symbol Tatiana Korvo Symbol
"Thoughts on person"
Relation Details

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☯Bridgette Vinters ☯
"I don't like the way she watches me. Is she paranoid?"
Relation Details
Niesha nas noticed that Bridgette watches her, and finds herself self-conscious. She tends to avoid Bridgette, finding her a bit weird. Niesha has nothing against the other woman, but does not try and interact with her.

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☯Astrid Hansen☯
"she's okay"
Relation Details:She does what needs to be done, and doesn't hesitate. Will always be thankful for what she did for Sophie, but does not consider her a friend. More of a reluctant companion in the world.

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☯Agnes ☯
"Frugal, smart. Thats it"
Relation details
Niesha does not really know Agnes, prefering the company of Krinstina and Sophie then anyone else. As such she doesn't really know Agnes, but will treat her like anyone else.

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Symbol Jack Hudson Symbol
"Thoughts on person"
Relation Details
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Name: Raymond "Ray" Andrew Mendoza
Aliases: Ray, Daddy (By Anastasia)
Age: 37
Birthday: September 30th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: San Antonio, Texas
Location: El Paso, Texas
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Journalism
Occupation: Investigative Reporter
Languages: English & Spanish (Fluent)

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Height: 5'6
Weight: 136lbs
Build: Lean with slight muscles
Eyes: Light Brown
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin Tone: Light
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Missing a leg, due to a walker bite, removed by Tiffany Lyle.

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Caring * Self Centered * Protective * Arrogant

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Dating Tiffany
Personality: When you first meet Ray he may come off as an arrogant kind of person and self centered but once you do get to know him Ray is a very caring person and also has been known to make witty comments every now and then. Those he is close with Raymond is very loyal to and would do anything to protect them and make them happy. He is slowly trying to amend things with Kellie and his baby girl Anastasia since he has been reunited with them and he would do absolutely anything to keep the two of them safe even if it means he would lose his life for them.

Raymond is also very good at what he does and is easy to get onto a person's good side. Raymond is good when he sees someone is lying to them whenever they do, he has been known to call out on those who lie or are hiding something from him. Raymond is also a very calm person most of the time, but when it comes to Kellie and Ana or if the two of them are in trouble he will become easily stressed and wishes to never see the two of them harmed.
Habits: His eyes twitch whenever he is lying or hiding something, when stressed out Ray tends to pull at his hair, and when he is annoyed he will rub the bridge of his nose
Hobbies: Music, reading news articles, football and hockey.
Fears:

• Loosing Tiffany
• Getting Bit Again
• Dogs

Likes:

• Sports
• Guitars
• Kellie
• Anastasia
• Muscle Cars
• Beer

Dislikes:

• Dogs
• People who abuse power
• Compulsive liars
• Loud noises
• Violence
• Guns

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Knowing human behavior
• Social psychology
• Lock picking
• Hunting
• Stealth(Ninja)

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Rifles
• Machetes
• Wilderness Survival
• Water purification
• Knives
• Basic Counseling
• Basic Mechanic
• Basic Horseback Riding

Current Supplies:

• Leather Jacket, Brown Tshirt, leather belt, black jeans & Black leather boots.
• knife
• Colt M1911A1 with 4 rounds inside
• 1 Water bottle with built in filter - or 1 water bottle and 1 bottle of water purification tablets
• 1 change of clothing
• 1 Gun with full clip
• 1 Small hand gun
• 1 knife
• 1 weeks worth of MRE's
• 1 first aide kit
• 1 pencil
• 1 small pocket sized note book
• 1 book
• 1 roll of toilet paper
• 1 sleeping bag
• 1 compass
• Bug Out Plan

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Your First Walker Encounter: Raymond was investigating into a story that a contact of his had given him for one of his stories he had been working on for a local news station in El Paso Texas. Which was a corrupt city official stealing water from the city as well as money, he had snuck into the man's house as he did this Raymond started to search around the house until he made his way to the upper floor of the mansion he lived in. As Raymond explored the upper floor he started to notice that things had been toppled over, and a huge mess of papers, books, glass and other things were strewn across the floor.

When Raymond entered the bedroom he noticed a woman on top of the city official, and then he could see the blood all over the floor Raymond quickly took out his camera and took a picture. What he didn't realize was that he had the flash still on which the woman's attention turned towards Ray. He saw the blood all over her face and slowly started to stumble its way closer towards him, getting freaked out Raymond started backing away until he fell backwards. The infected woman started getting closer Raymond tried to talk to her but didn't get any words from her. Then he felt he was in danger, Raymond quickly reached for a blunt object, when she was upon him Ray quickly whacked the girl over the head causing the woman to fall. Completely freaked out Raymond ran out of the house and made his way back to the car and drove as far away as he could.

History Before Outbreak: Raymond was born as an only child, Ray's father Antonio was an immigrant from Parral Mexico he moved from Mexico to live in the US and got citizenship. That's when Raymond's father met Anastasia Raymond's father, Ray's father ended up becoming a police officer, while Ray's mother worked as an elementary school teacher. Living a rather normal life Raymond had made quiet a lot of friends in high school, he got good grades in school and rarely ever got into trouble. When Ray got to high school he joined his school's news paper club and even did some high school news, which he enjoyed it quiet a lot and eventually decided to become an journalist. Raymond eventually also started to take up Tae Kwon Do classes his father wanted him to learn some self defense.

Shortly after Ray graduated high school Ray decided to go into college to pursue his career in journalism he then moved out to Amarillo Texas. Raymond's college life was fairly normal and he enjoyed his time there nothing interesting had happened, he eventually got a job as a journalist for Amarillo's local news station during his career as an investigative journalist he eventually learned how to pick locks to try and break into buildings to try and get information for his stories. Shortly after getting a call from his father, he had heard the bad news his mother was diagnosed with cancer. Ray was very close to his mother, he would stop by at a local flouriest shop where he had met his future who would eventually the mother of his daughter. The two started to talk and hang out, which eventually turned into a romance and the two started dating.

Sadly Ray's mother ended up dying from her illness, he took it hard and started to be consumed by his work he found out that his wife was pregnant. Raymond spent more time in his work then be with his wife, eventually the marriage ended up falling apart.

History Since Outbreak: After what had happened that night in El Paso Ray decided he had enough and quickly tried to make his way back towards Amarillo where he knew that Kellie was still living there. Of course as he was trying to leave the city of El Paso things suddenly started to become worse. The city's power was shut off, and then the military and police started blockading the city and put up safe zones where Raymond was forced to stay in. Raymond couldn't get out he stayed there for several days until the military couldn't contain the dead in the city any longer, and when he had the opportunity Raymond took it and stole a car and bashed through the gates.

It would be several more days avoiding as many people as possible, after what he witnessed in El Paso Ray eventually made it to Amarillo and tried to look for Kellie even checking her shop. When he couldn't find her he thought either she made it out or the worse, Raymond started to travel east. He eventually found a group that he stuck with, he became a recruiter seeing whoever they came across would fit of course this group didn't last long. The group he was apart of never stayed in one place for to long, and when they heard of walls Ray's group were suspicious due to past experiences two years ago. They slowly one by one lost more and more people until they made it to Hoover Alabama where the last of Ray's group eventually were killed off by a horde. Leaving Ray alone by himself, Raymond continued to travel east alone when he finally came to Georgia a year later.

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Character Quote: "Protecting, and being there for you family are the most important, and the ones you rely on the most."
Theme Song: What About Now - Daughtry
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: "Honestly? I don't even remember anymore lets just say to many to count."
How Many People Have You Killed: "Three."
Why: "Because they were going to kill me, and I had to defend myself."
Anything Else: Darker Than Black.

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§ Richard "The Dick" Johnson §
"He is certainly the real jealous type, he seems to hate me for some damn reason. Maybe because I lost a leg, and I was under Froggy's care?"
Since coming to Newnan Raymond has been under the care of Victor, since he had lost his leg he has been there for awhile. Dick has become jealous since they are friends, and Ray has spent most of his time in the infirmary.

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⚜ ☮ Victor "Froggy" Bonheur ☮ ⚜
"He's kept me alive since being in Newnan, he is a great guy and I respect him. Also a very good friend to have."
Since Ray has been under Victor's care since being in Newnan, he and Froggy have become pretty good friends, the two of them get along pretty well together.

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☯ Agnes "Bryn" Johannsson ☯
"The quiet chick? I don't know her that well honestly, she stays away from the infirmary a lot though."
Raymond and Bryn haven't had much interaction since he has been in Newnan, so Ray and her don't talk that much other then simple gestures here and there.

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☮ ⚜ Niesha Burkstien ☮ ⚜
"She is a good person, I respect her and consider her as a good friend."
Raymond respects Niesha and considers the woman a friend, one of the many people who had helped him during his first few hours in Newnan.

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⚜ ☮ Chloe Ridgeway ☮ ⚜
"Chloe? She is a good person, and a good friend just to have around."
Raymond and Chloe are pretty good friends, they met during the death trip to Newnan they get along pretty well together, she helped keep him alive during the final minutes of the trip to Newnan.

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☯ Beatrice Decker ☯
"Beatrice? I don't know her very well, though I get the feeling she judges just about everyone around here."
Raymond and Beatrice haven't interacted very much with one another, they don't have anything in common really with each other.

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♫ Jack Hudson ♫
"This guy here? He is fucking hilarious, we argue over the dumbest shit but we just joke around a lot. All in all a great fucking dude to be friends with."
It's safe to assume that whenever Ray and Jack argue or debate over something it's just their own way of having fun. Raymond trusts Jack, they are great friends all in all and they get along really well together.

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☯ Amelia Payne ☯
"Amelia? Shes a cute, shy girl I remember her in the truck ride to Franklin. Small chat here and there nothing really else."
Ray and Amelia first met while being saved by Bennie and his crew of bikers from Franklin, aside from small talk here and there they don't haven't bonded that much.

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☮ ⚜ Ciel Jaquith ☮ ⚜
"Ciel, hes a very good kid especially at his young age in a world like this he is a survivor and I respect that."
Ray has gotten to know the little guy over the time he has spend in the infirmary, he considers Ciel a friend they get along really well and Ray respects him quiet a bit and would do a lot to make sure he is safe.

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⚜ ⚤ Tiffany Lyle ⚤ ⚜
"Tiffany, I love the woman to death. She saved my life the first day we met and has been by my side ever since then. I will always love and respect her and will do anything for her and keep her safe."
They met by chance after Raymond had finished scavenging a store in a small town, they walked by briefly until a herd of walkers came out of the woodwork. Tiffany was grabbed by a walker, and he managed to save her, while fleeing from the herd. Ray had fallen into a trap with a walker in it, he ended up getting bit and the only way to save him was by removing the leg. They were found by Bennie and the Franklin group, and then they were shortly then taken to Newnan. The two have been inseparable ever since, they eventually fell in love with each other.

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☯ Kristina Smith ☯
"Kris? She seems like a pretty good kid, shes good to talk with and make conversations with from time to time."
They make some small talk every now and then, Ray doesn't know much about her though they are on good terms with one another.

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☮ ⚜ Meghna "Meg" Kumar ☮ ⚜
"Shes a good friend, and always just puts a smile on your face and lightens up a whole room if she could."
Ray and Meg are on good terms with each other, they get along pretty well together and they talk and hangout in their spare time when they aren't busy.

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☮ ⚜ Riley Ridgeway ☮ ⚜
"Shes a great girl, both personality and good to be around with. Covered her a few times back in the day great music as well, before ya know the world turned to shit and took my leg."
Ray and Riley get along pretty well together Ray did a few stories here and there before the outbreak happened. They consider each other friends and hang out quiet a bit when they aren't busy.

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☯ Sana Rouen ☯
"If I never lost my leg maybe her brother would still be alive now I see her hitting the bottle when she stares at my missing leg.."
Raymond feels bad for Sana, he was there seeing her brother die right in front of him. Ray blames himself for losing his leg her brother could still be alive now. He hopes one day maybe things will get better for her and possibly be friends.

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☮ Tatiana Korvo ☮
"She certainly is a really good dancer. I cant really dance with one leg anymore unfortunately."
During Ray's long stay in the infirmary during his recovery he has gotten to know her and considers her a friend. She cheered him up while he was on strict bed rest until he recovered, Ray watched her dance for those in the infirmary from time to time.

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☯ Ryan O'Reily ☯
"He helps make my pain killers, that's pretty much all I know about the man."
Ray doesn't know Ryan very well, all he really knows is that Ryan helps produce drugs and other medications for Newnan nothing more.

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⚜ ☯ Captain Ashton "Ash" Holloway ⚜ ☯
"I don't know the man very well honestly, but all in all I respect the guy keeping everyone alive. I couldn't run a whole group like he does."
Ray doesn't know the man very well, he does have his respect and tries to prove that he is still able to contribute to the community despite his now handicap.

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☮ James "Black James" Mandingo Grady ☮
"He certainly knows how to put a smile on your face, great guy and a great friend."
Ray and James get along pretty well together, Ray likes to get a drink with the man whenever possible and would spend a whole day with the man if he could to get to know him more.

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

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.

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.

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Name: Jack Hudson Newnan
Aliases: Charlie, Charles Jack Hudson
Age: 35
Birthday: October 24th
Ethnicity: White
Birth Place: Boylston, Massachusetts
Location: Chicago, Illinois
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: Police Officer; Chicago PD
Languages: English

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Height: 6'0"
Weight: 168 pounds
Build: Athletic, compact and not bulky
Eyes: As green as a Disney Princess'
Hair: Light Brown/Dark Blonde
Skin Tone: Lightly tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scar from a bullet wound on his left waist; jagged scar underneath his right knee; cursive tattoo of the names Tatiana and James Sally in a cursive script above his heart

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Goofy * Overprotective * Caring * Vengeful * Resilient * Stubborn

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Married
Personality: Jack's personality has somewhat of an internal dichotomy to it. In the good moments, he's light hearted and goofy. He'll crack jokes - the type to make you groan and roll your eyes - all with a shit eating grin on his face. During those interactions, it wouldn't be hard to picture him as a failed stand up comedian or the neighborhood's stay at home dad, volunteering in elementary school classrooms. Yet those moments have become less and less over the past year. The love of his life had brought out this goofy and carefree side to him, but with her missing, something else has begun to fester.

Having had everything and lost it in the span of a day, Jack's become incredibly determined and perhaps a little bit ruthless. If you aren't part of the solution, then get out of his way. He won't hesitate to do what it takes to protect the people he loves, even if it means causing pain to strangers. And if he can't save his family, he'll be damn sure to avenge them. As long as he can protect them, his conscience will be clear at the end of the day. His newfound temper and drive may damn himself to hell, but he doesn't care - as long as his family gets to live the lives they deserve. The lives that were given to them and stolen from them by the former Newnan settlement.

Habits: Checking his supplies, constantly looking around for signs, tapping his fingers
Hobbies: Pool, reading history books, board games, practicing Russian
Fears:

• Claustrophobia
• Losing Tatiana
• Losing James Sally
• Never getting to be a father to his child

Likes:

• History
• America
• Alcohol, in all of its loving forms
• Hunting
• Normalcy (white picket fence life)
• Rock and Roll
• Thunderstorms

Dislikes:

• Whiners
• Sugary drinks and foods
• MREs
• Politics
• New Yorkers
• Winters
• Country Music

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Pistol
• Athletics
• Law Enforcement
• Criminal hangouts
• U.S. History

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Hunting
• Water Purification
• Survival
• Scavenging
• Knots
• Really Really Very Basic Dancing
• Ability To Play Monopoly Without Breaking Up
• Distilling
• Russian (fluent)
• Basic First Aide
• Basic Dad Jokes

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - 1 pair briefs, black tank top, brown short sleeve over shirt, gray cargo pants, black belt, pair of brown steel-toed boots, pink socks with ballet slippers on them
• Wedding Ring
• Black Glock 9mm - 17 round capacity - 5 left in clip
• Yatzee
• 50' 3 strand rope (500lb max capacity)
• 1980's Rainbow Backpack
• Pair of unused ballet slippers
• 2 cans of corned beef hash
• 1 Canteen - empty
• Smeared piece of paper with baby foot prints on it
• 12 plastic bags
• 3 zip ties

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Your First Walker Encounter: For his thirtieth birthday, his mother came all the way from Boylston to visit him in Chicago. Jack was beyond excited, and hoped that he'd be able to introduce her to his new girlfriend, a sweet girl named Sutton. He went to the airport and sat in his car, waiting for his mother to arrive in the cell phone pick-up lot. Instead of meeting his mother, he met her walking corpse. Terrified and scared out of his mind, Jack quickly drove off and left the city as fast as he could, searching for some sort of safe haven. To this day, Jack still tries to convince himself that his mother wasn't the walker he met, that she was safe and sound somewhere else in the world. He knows, however, it isn't true.

History Before Outbreak: Jack was born in Boylston to a single mother. She tried her best to support him, and he ended up being the man of the house. He took care of his mother and she took care of him. He had a few older siblings, but they all lived with their father, due to the divorce. Jack, consequently, was all his mother had. To support him, she worked as a tour guide for the Freedom Trail in Boston, and went to night school in order to receive her GED. From an early age, Jack learned the importance of hard work.

Growing older, Jack would refuse visitation with his father. Instead, he'd go with his mother to Fenway Park, and watch the games. He was (and is) a complete mama's boy. When the school day would end, he'd take the T over to Fanueil Hall, and bring her something cool to drink, as the period garb she wore didn't make the Boston heat very easy. Her work caused Jack to love history, and grew patriotic from it. He soon knew everything there was to know about the Revolutionary War, but more importantly, he learned the value and impact of what his mother called "the regular dead people." He was taught that it was the small people who made an impact, the ones that aren't talked about in history books. With his already hard working and caring nature, this lesson motivated Jack to become a police officer, and make a difference.

He graduated high school, and with his diploma, applied to be a police officer. He passed the physical exams easily, struggling a bit with the knowledge portions. His mother had earned her GED, as well as a masters in history, by this point. She began teaching at Boston College, and helped Jack study for the examination. With her help, he passed with flying colors. He worked in the Boston Police Department until he was 27, and at that point, he was transferred to the Chicago PD in order to help fulfill a shortage. Despite trying to fight it and stay closer to his mother, he ended up moving anyways.

It was in Chicago that Jack began to have some serious relationships. He began to break out of his mama's boy rut, and learned the live life on his own. He'd call his mother everyday when he came home from work, but he also let himself have fun and get to know people. By the time he was 29, he was offered a promotion to work in Vice. Glad to be done with the normal traffic duties and other random jobs they'd give him, Jack worked Vice up until the Outbreak happened.

History Since Outbreak: After leaving Chicago, Jack called Sutton, and attempted to get her to come with him. They agreed to meet in Springfield, with Sutton already seeing the Walkers on the news. They met up with some friends of Sutton's -- army veterans -- who had a panic bunker. There, Jack and Sutton lived with five army veterans with massive PTSD underground for roughly a year. The supplies began to run out at that point, and tensions were high, as no one had access to their medications or therapy.

Needless to say, things got a little violent and hostile. Sutton and Jack left the little bunker in the dead of night, and hotwired Jack's old car, as he had long since lost the keys. The pair of them moved from town to town, using the very small skills they had learned in the bunker. The veterans had told them the theory behind surviving beyond its walls--and now, they had to put it into practice. Their first attempt at water purification left both of them incredibly sick, narrowly escaping death by a pair of walkers. Sutton managed to put them down, while Jack was passed out in the back seat of the car. They continued to drive, uncertain as to where they were going, and hoping they'd find some sort of safety.

After learning to work together as a team and surviving for about two years, Sutton and Jack had found themselves in Kansas. They raided the small, abandoned town they found for whatever supplies they could, including just enough to refill the now beaten up and hardly working car with gas. The town appeared to be safe, and in a wish to return to something near normalcy, Sutton and Jack spent the night in one of the houses, even knowing how dangerous it was. During the night, the humans that had made the town their home came, angered and furious at the lovers using their supplies and resources. Sutton was awake when she saw them come into town, and she went out to meet them alone, knowing that they had no knowledge that Jack was there as well.

Jack woke up alone, with shouting and jeering in the distance. From the window, he could see Sutton vanish inside a large mob, with guns and knives and all sorts of horrible things aimed at her. He never saw her again, and instead quickly escaped, taking their meager supplies with him. Now on foot, he found the world to be a much more dangerous place. He couldn't switch watches with Sutton, and he only had himself to talk to. By some miracle, he managed to survive that final year, despite endless close calls and an ever dwindling supply of bullets for his gun.

Eventually, Jack found himself in Georgia, hearing rumors of a safe haven. Without anything better than an old, dirty, and torn up map, he stumbled his way around Georgia, searching for the mythical place.

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Character Quote:

• "What, you think you're smaht or something? Get real."
• "If I find out any sons of bitches even thought 'bout hurtin' her, I'll kill them dead."
• "If ya ain't here to help, then get out of the way before someone puts a bullet in your skull, kid."
• "I'll damn the whole world to hell if it means Solovey and Jamie get a small piece o' heaven."

Theme Song:

• Current: Ghost by Blue Foundation
• Year Four: Thinking Out Loud - Ed Sheeran
• Year Three: Radioactive by Imagine Dragons

How Many Walkers Have You Killed: 13
How Many People Have You Killed: 3
Why: During his work as a police officer in Chicago, Jack was often sent as back-up before he worked Vice. Sometimes, the criminals would threaten him or his fellow officers. He did what protocol said to do. He did his duty.
Anything Else:

• roleplayerguild.com/posts/3747161
• He has four sisters (youngest to oldest): Georgiana (half-sister), Tessa, Gracie, and Rebecca
• Blood type B+

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Name: Ryan O'Reily
Aliases: Irish, Lucky Charm
Age: 40
Birthday: March 17th
Ethnicity: Irish American
Birth Place: New York, New York
Location: Lee State Prison, Leesburg Ga
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: Prisoner
Languages: English/Gaelic

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Height: 5'11"
Weight: 155lbs
Build: Wiry
Eyes: Dark Green
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ryan has a a cow skull tattoo on his right upper arm and a four lead clover on his right hand on the muscle between his thumb and index finger. He also has three notable scars; one that run from the center of his abdomen out to his hip, a large one on his left inner forearm where he scrubbed off a tattoo with a steel wool pad, and a smaller one under his right nipple that curves beneath it.

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Cunning * Ruthless * Caring * Manipulative

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Divorced
Personality: Ryan is highly intelligent despite the fact he never graduated high school. He is a man of street smarts, always observing and watching. He is quick to think and quicker to wiggle his way out of bad situations. He is completely ruthless when it comes to getting what he wants and has used his near Machiavellian personality get the job done. While he has never taken a human life purposefully, he is indirectly responsible for the deaths of over twenty people. He will manipulate people to get what he wants at any cost, always thinking of the end game; survival.

While the man can seem like a heartless son of a bitch, he is caring. The few people in his life that he has been close to he will move heaven and earth for. Thing is those people are few and far between and as far as he knows; all dead. Cunning to the end, he is never timid, and knows how to play people against each other. Years on the streets and in prison has taught him to watch his back and his ass. If he feels you are a threat, you end up on a list and in the end that list is always taken care of even if he isn't the one getting his hands dirty.

Ryan has taken on a more brotherly roll as of late, missing his own brother and feeling the guilt of his death weighing heavily on him these days he does what he can to keep the family together. That is, without having to act too much like he is actually just being nice, it usually has the set up of him trying to get something out of the deal.
Habits: Smirking, picking at his nail bed
Hobbies: Playing cards and checkers
Fears:

• Being electrocuted
• Solitary confinement
• "Violation"
• Coming out of remission

Likes:

• Watching people
• Getting high
• Fresh air
• Wide open spaces
• Playing mind games
• Executing revenge
• Dogs
• Affection

Dislikes:

• Nazi's
• Steal bars
• Confined spaces
• Overbearing idiots
• People who screw with those he cares about
• Guys making a pass at him

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• People Reading (Manipulation)
• Breaking And Entering (Lockpicking)
• Shivs
• Drug Production - Illegal
• Brawling

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Alcohol Production
• Water Purification
• Scavenging
• Machete
• Shotgun
• Medical Drug Production
• Cooperation

Current Supplies:

• Blue jeans, olive green tank top, worn out hoodie that says Irish on the back, worn out converse, a wallet that is empty except for a picture of his brother and a four leaf clover, braided strand of blonde hair he wears wrapped around his index finger like a ring, gold cross and chain.
• Back Pack
• Jersey that says O'Reily on the back
• Couple of cans of spam
• Water Bottle
• Machete
• Shiv
• Bottle of Opiates
• Bag of joints
• Lighter

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Your First Walker Encounter: You ever see someone get shived in prison? It isn't a pretty sight. The weapon usually isn't anything special, could even by just a filed down end of a plastic tooth brush. Thing is, it still rips flesh and causes a lot of blood. That is bad enough as you are standing there with the other assholes waiting for the body to be cleaned up and taken down to the morgue. When suddenly that fucker that just got Gods Post Death Pardon stands up and have a second go at his last meal, you run and everyone riots. That's how it started for us in Lee. Shit only got worse from there.

History Before Outbreak: Prisoner #97P904. Convicted July 12, 1997 - Five counts of reckless endangerment, possession of a controlled substance with intent to distribute, criminal possession of a weapon, parole violation. Sentence: Life imprisonment, up for parole in 12 years. Convicted of murder in the first degree in 1998 and parole was extended to 40 years.

Life growing up on the streets of New York was anything but easy. An Irish American from an Irish Family with a mother who abandoned him and his brother; leaving them with a heavy fisted father. Both he and his brother Cyril took to the streets because they were easier to survive than home. Dealing drugs was easy and within no time Ryan was in control of his own gang with his brother as his enforcer. Ryan was easily able to manipulate people to get what he wanted, never afraid of the consequences and even though he had run ins with the law and short prison terms, nothing ever stuck. He was out on parole before anyone knew it.

The pair ran the drug trade through the Irish parts of town. It was going great until 1997, when during a fight during at a funeral his brother was brain damaged. Ryan went on a drug and alcohol induced rampage and nearly killed half a dozen people. Drugs were found on his person and he was tossed into prison for a life sentence but Ryan wasn't worried. He figured he would play good, do what he had to to survive again and be back on the streets before he turned Forty, his only worry was his brother. His wife at the time took Cyril under her care to make sure he stayed out of trouble without Ryan around.

While in prison he was diagnosed with cancer and thanks to the help of the prison doctor went under treatment. Thinking he was in love and she needed freeing he manipulated his brother into killing her husband; as well as divorcing his wife. His brother was sent to the same prison he was at and Ryan took his brother under his wing to protect him; knowing that with his brothers diminished mental capacity he would be fodder for every sicko within the walls. They were originally assigned to different blocks but a deal was struck and Ryan confessed to being the mind behind the murder, getting another 40 added onto his parole chances. He didn't care at that point, Cyril was moved to his cell block and away from the Aryan fuck wads.

The two backed each other up, Ryan's brain and Cyril's brawn made for a dynamic team within the concrete walls once again. Ryan working with the Wiseguys and capitalizing on his ability to manipulate people to keep him and Cyril alive. While Ryan never had the very hand in a persons death, he was the cause of many of them in Attica. Things were going well, as well as they could in prison. That was until someone tried to kill Ryan and Cyril ended up killing the attacker. There as no proof that Cyril just didn't snap and because of this, Cyril was sentenced to death. After his execution Ryan was transferred from Attica to Lee Prison in south Ga to keep him from falling into a suicidal despair because of the familiar surroundings.

History Since Outbreak: The first year after the out break are what Ryan looks at as the worst. While people outside of the walls were dealing with it, he always felt that being locked in a prison was far worse. Sure they had walls but that many people without scruples being locked up and the so called Correction Officers splitting at the first chance they got did not leave a pretty scene. The place was locked down tight. More and more riots broke out, more and more people died, more and more Walkers were "born." But being out in the middle of no where it was better the devil you knew than the one you didn't with most of them. It wasn't until the place finally became overrun in every block that Ryan made a break for it with a few other convicts.

Wandering became the normal, small town to small town to try to survive. The group he broke out with grew smaller and smaller by each month that ticked by in year two. Some died, some were killed, some just left. Ryan didn't care, he was still breathing and there was no one left that he cared about. It was back to street wise Irish. Using what he had learned on the streets growing up and in prison, he just survived until the end of year two.

The start of year three was when things got interesting for him. He was taken in by a group known as Eden. They were a bunch of crazy fuckers but they had a place and they had supplies. It was better than nothing as far as he was concerned. There he learned a lot of what he needed to survive. Using his ability to manipulate people to stay out of the wrath of Adamm. There he met a country chic that wasn't half bad in his books but she left quickly, he couldn't blame her. Eden was no place for a lady. Yet, Ryan stayed, it was still better than nothing.

That was until a month ago when Eden was overrun by Walkers, a hoard that tore the place apart shortly after a raid on the city of Newnan. Ryan was there just long enough to hear the report that she was there. A smirk to himself and quick move and he was out of there in the middle of all hell breaking loose. Careful to cover his tracks, Ryan has made his way towards Newnan over the last month; figuring he could use his knowledge on Eden and the fact that Adamm is now aware she is still alive to get behind the walls. Eden might be strong but they are weak right now and Ryan always likes to be on the winning side. Now to see if they will let him in.

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Character Quote: Like O.M.G., Becky's not even hot!
I'm like the Lord Of The Fucking Dance
I never lose when it counts
Theme Song: Disturbs cover of Simon and Garfunkel's Sound Of Silence
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: Lost Count
How Many People Have You Killed: Zero
Why: Why kill someone when I can get someone else to do it?
Anything Else: ~listed in previous CS's~

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Name: Édouard Gautier Riviere
Aliases: Éd, Panier Percé [Spendthrift], Joli Garçon [Pretty Boy], Le Chou [The Cabbage]
Age: 23
Birthday: January 17th
Ethnicity: French
Birth Place: Grenoble, France
Location: World of Coca-Cola Museum, Atlanta, Georgia
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Business
Occupation: Trust Fund Baby
Languages: French (native), Italian (fluent), English (beginner)

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Height: 5'11"
Weight: 168 pounds
Build: Muscular and lean
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dark brown
Skin Tone: Lightly tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: French Flag Tattoo on his right upper arm encircled by the words Vive La France, Ship tattoo on his left upper arm, three piercings on his left ear

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Adventurous * Lazy * Endearing * Naive

Sexuality: Heterosexual (Bicurious)
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: While some may describe Édouard as being a French Paris Hilton with mafia connections, that doesn't do him justice. Certainly, he has the vanity and needs of one who grew up accustomed to riches, and the worth ethic of a person who never had to work. From the moment he was born, everything was handed to Édouard on a silver platter, and while this did cause him to become a bit pretentious, it also sheltered him. There's an innocence about him that some may find charming, as while he's an adult, he still has a bit of the mentality of a child. He's old, but he hasn't really grown.

This causes him to be a bit reckless, always wanting to go out and do something interesting. Édouard is constantly reevaluating himself and where he is, hoping to find something to take away the boredom. Anything that he deems to be work is thrown out, but if he thinks of it as an experience or an adventure, his attitude changes. Too innocent and kind to run the mafia, Édouard has been forced to grow up and mature from the apocalypse, as he's survived without a household full of servants to take care of his every need. In a way, he's like a Trust Fund Baby leaving home for the first time, and interacting with the real world.

Habits: Whining, Fidgeting when seated
Hobbies: Thrill Seeking, Cards
Fears:

• Abandonment
• Never finding a sense of direction in his life
• Being unable to communicate in this post apocalyptic world

Likes:

• Sword Fighting
• Wandering Aimlessly
• Sleeping In
• Raves
• Cliff diving
• Indoor sky diving
• Tim Burton
• Luxury

Dislikes:

• Authority
• The English Language
• American Politics
• Work
• Academia
• Pressure
• Patience/Waiting Around

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Rapier
• Cutlass
• Mafia Operations
• Business
• Driving (Car)

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Foraging and Scavenging
• Basic Survival
• Shelter Construction (Poor)
• First Aid (Mediocre)
• Traps (Very Basic)

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - Wearing a pair of brown hiking shoes he nicked from the REI, he also wears thick woolen socks. His dark washed jeans are grass stained and worse for wear, partnered with a white undershirt and a black button-up shirt. On top, he has a leather jacket with a wide collar, and a black belt. Of course, he also has the needed undergarments.
• Cutlass
• Rapier
• 3 in 1 Survival Whistle with Compass and Thermometer
• Backpack -- Wearing Thin
• Dented tin cans of pears, peas, and mush (baby food)
• Chipped metal water bottle, half full
• Keys to the poor, poor car that Édouard somehow managed to total and walk away from
• Thick, wool blanket
• French-English dictionary, with half of the pages missing or illegible

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Your First Walker Encounter: Édouard was at the World of Coca-Cola Museum, enjoying himself and struggling to read the signs. He had been trying to get someone to translate for him, not realizing he had been bothering other tourists and not employees. Eventually, someone did him the kindness to come over to him, but he noticed there was something...wrong...with the man. The man lunged at Édouard, attempting to bite him, only for Édouard's bodyguard to shove at the walker. The walker fell over the safety rails and landed in a large vat of Coca-Cola syrup.

History Before Outbreak: Édouard enjoyed a relatively comfortable life in Southeastern France, living not too far from Italy. His parents were involved in la mafia française, trafficking all sorts of illicit goods. The youngest in the family with two older sisters, Édouard enjoyed all of the riches from the trade. He was given his own bodyguard and was taken care of by a household of servants and staff. The lifestyle he enjoyed earned him the nickname Joli Garçon, meaning Pretty Boy.

Édouard wasn't truly cut out for organized crime. Preferring parties and fine clothing to threats and underground networking, his parents groomed his sisters for running the business, and doted on leur petit prince. After protesting being taken to school, his parents gave in and allowed him to have private tutors. These tutors hardly stood up for themselves, only teaching Édouard subjects that he was interested in. Consequently, while he became fluent in Italian, he never learned to speak English.

His diva phase shifted into a bit of a rebellious one by the time he was 17, with Édouard getting multiple tattoos and piercings. He shunned the more flamboyant pleasures and began to dress comme un gothique. Hoping that they would be able to redirect his attention towards the family business, his parents began to make arrangements to send him to college to learn business. Those skills, they hoped, would help him eventually take over, much to his sisters' annoyance.

And while he did attend college, he mostly went there for experiences. He attempted to drop out on several occasions, only to be found learning how to "swashbuckle" in Cyprus. Frustrating his parents to no end, Édouard threw away a small fortune on unneeded items, such as buying a car, only to "lose it" the next day. From this, he became leur panier percé, known in English as a spendthrift.

At age twenty, Édouard told his parents he was going to America to find himself that summer. They gave a very weak protest, but he went off anyways. On his tour, he picked up very basic English, such as: "Toilet. Girl. Hungry. Where? Fuck off. Those few words and more helped him get around the country, along with his bodyguard and a guide book, written in French. Eventually, Édouard found himself in Georgia, and decided to spend his day at the World of Coca-Cola Museum in Atlanta.

History Since Outbreak: Félix, his bodyguard, is the only reason Édouard has managed to survive. Félix had taken a romantic interest in the boy, safeguarding him from harm as much as he could. For a while, Édouard explored a relationship with him, eventually ending it when he realized that he was not, in fact, gay. However, every so often, his experimental mood comes over him once again. When he was traveling with Félix, this became a special sort of hell for his bodyguard.

The pair of them fled the Coca-Cola Museum after the encounter, running to the penthouse suite that Édouard had rented. Félix wanted to run, but Édouard had become accustomed to a certain standard of living, and turned his nose up at the idea of leaving the suite. He insisted that anything they needed to survive could be found at the very top, and instructed Félix to barricade all of the entrances. For a few months, this method seemed to be working--until Édouard let a walker into the apartment, assuming it was the cleaning lady.

Needless to say, after escaping that situation miraculously, Félix managed to convince Édouard to leave the penthouse. The pair of them packed up everything they had and went inside of Édouard convertible, always having the roof up, much to Édouard's dismay. The pair of them lived in that car for the next three years, with Félix taking them to small towns and teaching (with some success) Édouard how to survive without a butler. Édouard picked up some various skills, gradually becoming more independent, and learning to fend for himself.

The pair were in Georgia when Félix and Édouard attempted to raid a REI type of store for more supplies. While inside, walkers surrounded Félix, and Édouard ran in cowardice, leaving Félix to die. Ever since, Édouard has been struggling to survive without his bodyguard, lamenting his fate and all of the so-called "wrongs" that have been done to him. Fortunately, he remembered the basics of how to get by--though Édouard recognizes that if he doesn't find other people soon, he'd likely end up dead within a few more months.

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Character Quote:
"Maman! Papa! Ce n'est pas une phase!"
"Vous voulez sortir avec moi, n'est-ce pas?"
"Comment dit-on 'walker' en français? Ben....Merde!"
"In a French-ass restaurant hurry up with my damn croissants. I am a God."
Theme Song: The Headless Waltz - Voltaire
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: Two
How Many People Have You Killed: One
Why: Due to his cowardice, he essentially killed Félix by leaving him to the walkers.
Anything Else: Jack and Tati

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Name:Gregory Stone
Aliases:Techno
Age:25
Birthday:08/05/1990
Ethnicity: White American
Birth Place:Washington DC
Location: At Work - Robins AFB - Warner Robins
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Electronics/Computing
Occupation: DoD Projects lead - Codename: Starlight
Languages: English

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Height: 6'0"
Weight: 220 Lbs
Build: Average
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None

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Genius * Low Self-Esteem * Focused * Panics Easily

Sexuality: Hetro
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Greg is a focused and quiet individual. Working for the DoD causes you to create a certain barrier around yourself Since you aren't allowed to talk about work. After the outbreak, that nature hasn't really gone, and Greg is a quiet character. If you do get to know him, however, it is an entirely different game entirely. He wears his heart on his sleeve when he panics too. Which can make for some fairly interesting scenarios

Post-outbreak, Greg has been finding it harder and harder to deal without his modern comforts and as a result regularly breaks down in fits of sadness or occasionally a fit of rage at something when it doesn't work. His drive to hang onto the old world really does allow him to shine however in certain circumstances. If it can give him some old world comfort, then odds are Greg is going to be focused as hell.
Habits: Rubs Hands together when nervous. Says 'Yes' at the end of sentences when it doesn't need to be there.
Hobbies: Computers, Coding, Electronics, designing.
Fears:

• Losing Anyone he cares about
• Being truly alone
• Failing people

Likes:

• Computers
• Old Cartoon Shows from his childhood
• Sci-Fi Novels
• Scientific experiments
• Designing new gadgets
• Helping others subtly

Dislikes:

• Self Obsessed people
• Primitive Technology
• Having No one nearby
• Running out of power
• Going out at night
• Having no light

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Electronics
• Computing
• Research
• Military Hardware (knowledge not practical usage)
• Handgun Operation

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Impromptu Electronics
• Crude Mechanics

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - Tan Chinos, white shirt, Black Suit Shoes, Red tie, DoD Badge (refuses to get rid of it)
• 20 Litre Rucksack
• Jury rigged Dual Car Battery (In Backpack)
• Personal Laptop (Soldered to Car Battery - No Internet Connection)
• Samsung Galaxy Note 3 Cell Phone (No Signal)
• Glock 19 - Black - DoD Issue
• 9mm 12 bullet clip (FULL)
• 9mm 12 bullet clip (4 left)
• Two Packets of long life granery bars
• 200ml bottle of water (Half full, not fully purified)

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Your First Walker Encounter: Robins AFB like most Military installations were able to hold on for far longer from walkers than other places. During the outbreak, Robins AFB became a fortress for retreating civilians. However supplies started to dwindle and the Army personnel started to not return from supply runs. Soon, anyone who worked in defence would be called forward to help defend the gates while more and more army troops left the base. Greg had been assigned to guard the side gate along with a few other DoD personnel. At that point, a small group of Walkers appeared from behind a building. Greg hadn't seen one before and had only heard about it from reports from returning soldiers. At that point, Greg was supposed to open fire and deal with it before it became a problem. Raising his gun he struggled to pull the trigger, the other members, however, were less discriminatory.

History Before Outbreak: Born over in Washington DC to two lawyers. Greg had lived a very comfortable middle-class life, going to a good school and gaining a grasp of electronics at a young age. His parents decided to quietly nurture this love for electronics and as he grew into his teenage years' computing became a second passion of his. His ability continued to grow, so much so that he was offered an early scholarship into an advanced top university at a younger age. This sort of upbringing though put a burden of success on him from a young age.

Graduating at 19 he had already caught they eyes of the DoD with his work on Electromagnetic fields and was approached to work on a small time project with them. Eager to carry on his success Greg eagerly accepted, being sent to a testing range in Nevada and away from his family. To start with Greg struggled to adapt to not having a family around him. He started to become attached to others, almost looking for a new family. After a few months that passed and he began to work on his project more and more. The project sailed through with flying colours and he had learnt a lot from his team and managers.

Seeing his potential the DoD gave him his own project to oversee Project Starlight. This saw him move to Georgia to work on it. It has taken and consumed two years of his life and up until the outbreak, Greg had almost finished. This two years of hard work came at a cost; his relationship with his parents began to break down and Greg didn't have the time to develop new relationships. All this has culminated in a secluded Greg who keeps to himself.

History Since Outbreak: For most of the post-outbreak, Greg survived by staying within the confines of Robins AFB. This was a sheltered existence where Greg could carry on with his work, isolated but safe. As the months and years went by, the supplies began to dwindle and more and more supply runners didn't come back. Despite this, the civilians and army personnel managed to set up some farms and food provisions. This has allowed the base to remain open as a settlement.

During his time at Robins, Gregs experience in electronics was truly tested. Without any limitless electrical power, and diminishing tools and supplies, Greg was forced to get creative and build rather crude and basic machines and electronics. While they aren't as pretty as Starlight or as functional as old world gadgets, Greg developed a sense of what it would take to survive beyond these base walls. And while he wasn't a mechanic at heart, the experience he had gained working on Starlight had enabled him to apply his knowledge on basic mechanical components.

In order to survive the end of the world, the settlement was closed. After the initial run of retreating civilians, the gates closed, only opening to people who were inside in the first place. This mentality allowed the settlement to survive and avoid an overcrowding situation. It also had the downside of allowing the population to dwindle. This also had the consequence of preventing them learning about the outside world. This, however, wouldn't last forever as the group began to rip itself apart.

The settlement had split into two groups; one group wanted to keep the settlement closed to outsiders. And another wanted to open the gates and interact with the outside world. After an all out war, which saw many of citizens die, Greg decided to leave Robins AFB and go it alone. What he found was a dead world. And a world he wasn't ready for. Robins afforded him more luxuries than he thought. They had installed a special hydropower generator, giving them a trickle but a constant source of power and water had been carefully filtered. During this time Greg has had to survive on his own. He has kept alive by taking technology and turning it to his advantage. While he can't have a constant source of power anymore, he has learned to draw power from batteries and how to recharge them. This combined with his knowledge of Electronics he had learnt how to make more crude devices.

Greg has survived purely by hiding and avoiding trouble. Using his newly assembled crude technology, he had created distraction devices, small speakers attached to batteries. These small devices allowed Greg to run away from walkers undetected since they get distracted. When that hasn't worked Greg has to fall back on his Glock and his basic compulsory DiD firearm training. Greg has been working his way North West, now reaching the borders of Newnan. Greg knows nothing about the area, but knows that there is a nearby national guard armoury he was hoping to access to try and resupply.

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Character Quote: Nothing a bit of technology can't fix
Theme Song: The Heavy - This Ain't No Place For No Hero
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: 12
How Many People Have You Killed: 0
Why: Tries his hardest to not kill anything living, and so far has achived it
Anything Else: His Laptop is his own DoD laptop and even though it doesn't have an internet connection has loads of useful data about Georgia loaded onto it, as well as the files for project Starlight.

And this:http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/124449-murder-high-reunion-accepting/ic?page=5#post-3745790

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Name: Tiffany Lyle
Aliases: Tiff, T
Age: 27
Birthday: April 11
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Chicago, IL
Location: Cambridge, MA
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: Political Science/Criminal Justice
Occupation: Lawyer
Languages: English (fluent), Latin (learning)

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Height: 5'7''
Weight: 128 lbs
Build: Slender frame
Eyes: Green
Hair: Blonde
Skin Tone: White
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Tattoo of Mother's name on left ankle. Scar along lower back.

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Determined * Secretive * Logical * Opinionated

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Dating Raymond
Personality: Tiffany is an intellectual that often thinks too much for her own good. She likes planning and achieving her goals and is determined in her pursuit for what she wants. She builds up walls when dealing with other people, not letting anyone get too close unless she has spent more time with them. This makes her come across as cold and mean, when in reality she is easy to get along with.

She is very opinionated and will voice her opinions with or without being asked. She willingly debates with others over differing views. She values the pursuit of knowledge above all and loves thinking critically. She is very opinionated and will voice her opinions with or without being asked. She willingly debates with others over differing views. She values the pursuit of knowledge above all and loves thinking critically. While still an introvert, Tiffany has learned to open up more to others to allow them into her life. Becoming a part of Newnan has made her realize that closing herself up to other people doesn't help her in the long run. Getting close to Raymond and the others from Franklin and Newnan made her want to be part of a community again

Habits:

• Bites lower lip when deep in thought
• Plays with hair when reading

Hobbies:

• Crossword Puzzles
• Reading
• Sudoku
• Pictures

Fears:

• Drowning
• Losing Eyesight
• Oceans

Likes:

• Roses
• Logic Puzzles
• Thunderstorms
• Hot Chocolate
• Dogs
• Hiking

Dislikes:

• Loudmouths
• Fish
• Bubble Gum
• Pollution
• Criminals
• Rock Music

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Pre-Outbreak Skills:

• Law
• Photography
• Debating
• Research
• Puzzles

Post-Outbreak Skills:

• Pistol
• Crafting - Arrows
• Archery
• Counseling (Making sure people are ok, handling arguments, etc.)
• Crafting - Makeshift Bow
• Basic First Aide
• Knife

Current Supplies:

• Scarlet T-shirt, Black Cargo Pants, White Socks, Brown Hiking Boots, Dark Blue "Harvard" Hoodie, Black Bra and Panties
• Knife

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Your First Walker Encounter: It wasn't until Tiffany was on the bus shuttling out of Massachusetts when she encountered the first walker. At first, it seemed like it was a dream, but the attack was severe. The bus pulled up and was blocked by large amounts of traffic of everyone trying to leave the city, when a large group of people started running in-between the vehicles. The bus driver got out and that was when the walkers hit, attacking the man. Panic ensued and people started fighting to get off. Tiffany got out through the back and ran with the others away from the monstrosities that started attacking and eating a few of the passengers on the bus.

History Before Outbreak: Tiffany wanted to be a lawyer ever since her mother was killed. She could never remember what she wanted to do before that fateful day, but it doesn't matter now. Some gang thug wanted to rob her mother of everything she had on her and ended up killing her. All she had on her was $20 and her cell phone, but she was killed for it. Tiffany, 8 years old at the time, became shut in and preferred staying home as opposed to going out to play. She became a quiet child, she grew distant from her schoolmates and she would hardly talk to teachers. Her father grew worried and was struggling to pay bills with 2 mouths to feed. The stress got to him and he ended up driving his car off the road and crashing. He remained in a coma.

Tiffany and her brother were sent to live with their grandparents in Chicago. Her grandparents tried to get her to warm up, but their efforts went in vain. That is until the photobook. Tiffany's grandmother showed her pictures of her mother as a child and finally the little girl showed hints of a smile. She loved looking at the pictures. Tiffany began to start opening up more, finally spilling the emotions she was bottling up inside. Her grandparents won her over.

Years went on and Tiffany focused hard in school, getting straight As and going to college, where she focused in Political Science and Criminal Justice with the hopes of becoming a prosecutor and being able to convict criminals like the one who killed her mother. She would visit her father occasionally, but his condition never improved. When she turned 18, being the oldest, she was asked if they should take him off life support. She reluctantly agreed, knowing he would be with her mother.

She pushed herself in her studies and extracurricular activities and when she applied to Harvard, she got in. She was excited to go. She packed her bags and started school, loving all her classes and professors and delving into her work. It was then that she met Zachary. The two shared similar classes, but never talked until they were paired for a project. Long nights of studying turned into walks in the park and occasional movies and the two quickly hit it off and eventually started dating. The two of them were very close and after 3 years of dating, her last year of school, he asked her to marry him. She said yes.

After graduating, Tiffany landed a job with a big law firm in Massachusetts and life seemed pretty good. Until the news aired signs of a disease spreading through America.

History Since Outbreak: The panic didn't start right away. The news people seemed almost calm when they ordered evacuations to a safe shelter. Tiffany along with her fiance Zachary got shuttled on one of the buses transporting people to a safe shelter. They weren't told where they were going to go, but they went regardless. The trip turned bad when a traffic jam caused walkers to have a full line buffet. They attacked people in cars and both Tiffany and Zachary were forced to evacuate the bus from the back. They ran along with a few other people while the diseased started eating people.

Tiffany and Zachary didn't know where to go or what to do. There was panic and chaos going on around them. However, lady luck shone on them when a truck came pulling through offering them a ride to a safe place. They had nowhere else to go so they got on with nothing but the clothes on their backs.

The truck drove them to a school that was turned into a makeshift shelter. It was there that Tiffany learned what the threat was and how it didn't just start today, it was already in progress before she realized it. There was a rather large group that were in the school. A quick tour showed they had a large food pantry, a generator, and they were surrounded by a fence that, with proper fortification, could hold the line. They got to work quickly. Some struggled with coming to terms with the new way of life, but a man stepped forward, Bennedict, and took control of the situation. He became the de facto leader, saying he was from the army, a high rank soldier, and he was better suited to do so.

Months went by as they worked hard to make the school their new home. Scavengers went out to collect more food and medical supplies, as well as weapons in case of attacks. Bennedict called for able bodies to learn how to use a gun and Tiffany was drafted. She became skilled at using a handgun, preferring the Glock, while Zachary took to the shotgun. She also was able to shoot a bow and arrow, from her past high school days of taking Archery, and she learned how to make her own arrows.

Life wasn't the greatest, but it was simple. They were safe, they had food and shelter and things were going good. Until unrest traveled through the school. Bennedict started handing out stricter punishments if people did things wrong. He would withhold food rations, make people work the fence, even send people out to scavenge. People started calling Bennedict a dictator and a monster and a small group were thinking of leaving. Though Tiffany was grateful for the school, she and Zachary both decided it may be best to go out as well.

However, Bennedict still had a following and a spy told him of the group's plans. So during a meeting he called them all up. Things took a dark turn when he pulled a gun and shot a man in the head in front of them. He went on about distrust and the small group were forced into a classroom and locked in. It took time, but they managed to force the door and decide to make a run for it. They nearly got out before Bennedict showed up. He and a part of the school group came after them and took a few of them down. Tiffany and Zachary managed to get to the entrance gate before Bennedict cornered them. He grabbed Zachary and held a gun to his head. Tiffany took her own Glock and threatened him to let Zachary go. Bennedict merely laughed told her she didn't have the guts. A shot rang out and a red hole formed on Bennedict's forehead. The two didn't say anything, they just left.

They traveled South a ways, stopping to look for supplies and food. During a scavenging trip, Zachary found a small horde and was bitten. Tiffany tried to patch the wound up and continue, but it was apparent Zachary was getting weaker and weaker by the day. They knew what would happen if he died so he asked her to save him from that fate. With tears in her eyes, she granted his wish.

She continued to travel, coming across a small band of movers that took her in, provided she do her fair share of work. They would move around and gradually they continued down South. It was a couple months when Tiffany found herself in Georgia. She parted ways with the group and set off to find a more permanent home.

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Character Quote: "Knowledge above all else."
Theme Song:

How Many Walkers Have You Killed: 12
How Many People Have You Killed: 2
Why: One was her fiance who got bitten and didn't want to turn into one of those things, so she put him out of his misery. The second was the corrupt "leader" of their shelter who prevented her and others from leaving. He left her no choice.
Anything Else: Link

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⚜/☯ Ashton Holloway ☯/⚜
"A capable leader and a tough man, but he cares for his people."
Tiffany respects Ashton greatly. He lost many people in the short amount of time she was with them, but he still moved forward to provide her and the others with a home. He puts up walls, but doesn't dissuade her from friendly conversations. One day, they may eventually consider each other friends.

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✿ James Grady ✿
"A friendly guy and the type to make you forget the world around you."
James has been nothing but friendly with Tiffany and she feels comfortable around him. He feels like the type of guy that could make you forget your troubles for an hour. He seems to be friendly with everyone though.

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✿/☯ Kristina Smith ☯/✿
"She seems all right, though I barely talk to her."
Tiffany and Kristina get along pretty well. They will talk to each other if in the same area and will nod and greet while passing on in their duties, but the two really haven't talked more than that. It's not that Tiffany doesn't want to, they just haven't had the opportunity.

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☯/☣ Richard Johnson ☣/☯
"Dick seems like an appropriate nickname for this man."
Tiffany and Dick don't really get long mainly due to her relationship with Ray. While she has nothing against him personally, despite his "charming" attitude, she doesn't enjoy how he treats Ray. They may have a civil conversation here or there, but for the most part, the two don't get along all too well.

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☯ Dr. Victor Bonheur ☯
"Seems like a capable sort of doctor, but I know nothing more than that."
Tiffany and Froggy don't really interact much unless she finds herself in the medical area, and then the two have polite conversations, but they never go farther than that.

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☯ Tatiana Korvo ☯
"She seems like a nice person, though I don't talk to her much."
Tiffany and Tatiana get along pretty well with each other and the two have occasional talks, but due to their guarded nature, they haven't opened up much with each other. Perhaps in time, the two can become friends, but it hasn't happened yet.

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☯ Agnes Brynja Johannsson ☯
"We get along pretty well, though we haven't gotten to know each other."
Tiffany and Bryn get along well enough. The two are acquaintances and will share a kind word in passing, but they haven't gone out of their way to get to know each other well enough. In time, the two will most likely become friends, but they need to make an effort.

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✿/☯ Niesha Burkstien ☯/✿
"Despite her loss and her reservations, I've gotten to know her pretty well and consider her a good friend."
Tiffany and Niesha took some time before they got to know each other, but the two bonded pretty well. They both know how to use a bow and Tiffany respects Niesha's efforts in helping Ray when he needed it. She feels for Niesha's loss in their journey to Newnan.

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⚜/❤ Raymond "Ray" Mendoza ❤/⚜
"Despite the danger around us, I found someone I care about above all else. I love the man and hope to spend my final moments with him."
The two had an interesting start after casually running into each other, but when you cut off someone's leg to save them from the Walker disease, it tends to bring you closer. The two have been through a lot and in that time they have gotten to know each other well and have bonded. After some time, the two got really close and eventually got together. She loves Ray greatly and spends a lot of time with him when she can.

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✿ Jack Hudson ✿
"A former cop I find myself liking."
Jack and Tiffany get along swimmingly. Tiffany respects his former position and the two have bonded over it in their conversations. They are friendly with each other and enjoy each other's company when time allows. It seems odd that a former cop and former lawyer would end up being friends, and Jack has said so, but it's how the world works now.

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☢/☣ Ryan O'Reily ☣/☢
"Is it once a criminal, always a criminal? Time will tell."
Despite the fact that Ryan seems to care about the people in Newnan, he rubs Tiffany the wrong way. She can't overlook his criminal past. They rarely talk and even when they do, it is bare bones. She tries to avoid him as best she can, and he does so as well. They will definitely not be friends anytime soon.

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✿/☯ Amelia Payne ☯/✿
"She seems like a nice girl and we've gotten to know each other better."
Amelia and Tiffany met in the truck that transported them to Franklin and in that time the two have talked a bit. When Amelia came over to Newnan, she didn't know many other people and Tiffany and her bonded somewhat. The two are friendly with each other whenever they interact.

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✿/⚜ Meghna Kumar ⚜/✿
"A true friend I consider within these walls."
After introductions, Meg and Tiffany hit it off really well. The two of them hang out when they can and enjoy the company of each other. Tiffany is thankful for Meg's help with Ray and considers her a close confidante in that regard.

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✿ Ciel Jaquith ✿
"This life is hard on a young kid, but Ciel is a good kid and I think he'll grow up to become a great man."
Both Ciel and Tiffany were together during the trip to Newnan. In that time, Tiffany has gone out of her way to make sure Ciel has been looked after. Despite their age difference, the two get along really well and she considers Ciel a friend. She has made it known that he is free to talk to her about anything if he wants to.

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✿/⚜ Sana Rouen ⚜/✿
"She seems tough, but I consider her a friend and respect her greatly, even if she doesn't reciprocate."
Tiffany and Sana are around the same age and both are outspoken people who aren't afraid to let their opinions be known. Despite Sana's attitude, Tiffany has tried to remain friendly with her. Tiffany respects Sana greatly for her work inside Newnan and looks up to her as a sort of role model she wants to be while in Newnan.

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✿Beatrice Decker ✿
"It took some time, but I consider her a good friend when I need one."
It took a bit of time, but eventually, Beatrice and Tiffany became friends. Bea was almost a lawyer and the two bonded over their past lives, eventually leading into a friendship. The two hang out when they can.

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✿ Riley Ridgeway ✿
"She seems cool and a good friend, though I can't say the same for her sister."
Riley and Tiffany get along well, though the two don't really seek out each other's company. If they are in the same vicinity they will be friendly. Tiffany doesn't like Chloe very much and that makes for some awkward encounters.

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☯/☣ Chloe Ridgeway☣/☯
"She helped us before, sure, but she can be really annoying."
When they first met, Chloe helped the injured in the truck and that spoke volumes in Tiffany's head. Despite that, Tiffany can't stand Chloe's loud behavior. Add on the fact she was a criminal and the two can't really get along. She respects the bond with her sister, but nothing more than that.

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Name: Svetlana Volkov
Aliases: Veeta, Lana
Age: 31
Birthday: September 21st
Ethnicity: Russian
Birth Place: St. Petersburg, Russia
Location: Boston, Massachusetts
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: Illicit Entrepreneur (a.k.a Scam Artist)
Languages:

• Russian – Native Tongue
• English – Fluent
• Spanish – Semi-fluent
• Mandarin – Semi-fluent

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Height: 5’4”
Weight: 108lbs
Build: Petite as fuck
Eyes: Blue as fuck
Hair: Black as fuck
Skin Tone: Pale as fuck
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Eye of Horus on her inner left ankle/Various scars in hard to see areas/Ears a couple of times

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Resilient * Sarcastic * Creative * Crass

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Surviving
Personality: Svetlana is a complex individual that comes across as being quite simple. This is simply because she likes to have people underestimating her as it makes getting into their shit so much easier. Her sense of humour is pretty dry and can be quite cutting at times due to her sarcastic nature.

Due to her past, she is extremely loyal to those that she deems worthy and is very untrusting towards people she doesn’t know or to those that have or could hurt those closest to her. Also because of her past, she can be very laidback despite the traumas she has experienced. She doesn’t let much get to her and may seem utterly careless and a little flippant to those that don’t know her but this is entirely a coping mechanism for Svetlana and no one is really aware of this truly.

She is a creative person and thinks of various different ways and means of doing everything and anything to save from life being too mundane. She also has a crass way of speaking and can make even a sailor blush from time to time.
Habits:

• Rolls her eyes
• Scrunches her nose up
• Purses her lips

Hobbies:

• Knife throwing
• Playing the violin
• Practicing accents
• Picking locks

Fears:

• Horses
• Her father
• Returning to Russia

Likes:

• Coffee!
• Wigs
• Make-up
• Fashion
• Treasures
• Gemstones
• Minerals
• Bad TV Dramas
• Spoof Movies
• Working
• Modern Music
• Orchestras

Dislikes:

• Lemonade
• Horses
• Flying
• Not having wigs anymore
• Not having make up anymore
• Porcelain Dolls

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Theivery skills (Pickpocketing and lockpicking)
• People Reading
• Acrobatics
• Knives (Thrown and Melee)
• Pistol

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Foraging
• Water Purification
• First Aid
• Parkour
• Unarmed Combat (Dirty Fighting Style)

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing – Shin high black leather boots (well-worn), black combat style trousers (thick material), elbow length fingerless gloves, maroon coloured t-shirt (torn and hole ridden), black lace corset vest, dark brown leather flight jacket with fur trim collar, dark green beanie hat that she hides her hair inside.
• Switchblade
• Belt of throwing blades strapped under her shirt – Holds 4 small knives
• Lock picking kit
• Backpack – Holding two 250ml plastic bottles of water and 1 collapsible camping bottle
• Pistol – two clips of ammo (15)
• Week worth of food rations for one person – crackers, canned foods and some jerky
• Medium first aid kit – Fully stocked with the essentials
• Can of gas
• Station wagon – Full tank of gas

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Your First Walker Encounter: Having spent the last two weeks on a very nice large yacht with her current scam target, Svetlana and company were arriving back to the docks when they encountered their first Walker. One of the bartenders from the yacht were helping her with the bags and were moving them onto the dock when he was suddenly attacked by someone that then tore his throat right out. Stunned by the spectacle of violence, Svetlana did the only logical thing she could think of and she reeled the walkway back into the yacht to stop anyone or anything getting on board. The yacht quickly set sail after that and made for another, more private, dock. She wasn’t even aware of what was wrong with the person that tore out the bartender’s throat until she listened to the radio later that day.
History Before Outbreak: Svetlana was born in Saint Petersburg in Russia to a very well off, noble standing family. Her mother killed herself not long after having Svetlana. Svetlana is the youngest of 9 children that the poor woman had had over her 28 years of life. Svetlana has 8 older brothers that she does not get along with as they made her childhood hell, treating her just like one of the boys and causing her various injuries and harm over the years. Her father is very strict, stern and cold and has nothing but ambition and drive for all of his children. He was 33 when Svetlana was born and despite being young, he acted like he was an elder man that had the entire weight of the world on his shoulders. He expected the utmost perfection from his children and anything less was worthy of punishment.

Throughout her childhood, Svetlana was forced into many lessons that she did not enjoy and so she never excelled in any of these. The only lessons that stuck with her that she took any pleasure in were her violin lessons, acrobatics and gymnastics and her fitness sessions. Two of her most hated lessons were in Show Jumping and Horse Riding. Her father was adamant to push her so hard in these due to how petite that she was. She became a champion show jumper by the time she was 10 and after 2 years of rigorous training and fighting to keep the title, Svetlana had enough and ran away from home at the age of 13.

She stole enough money from her father to at least make it to Moscow. She knew that even though it was a highly populated area, it would be harder to find her there. She soon found out how hard it was to live on the streets and almost died before Olga found her. Olga was an elderly woman that was the mother to one of the criminal undergrounds leaders. This was how Svetlana got her start in the crime world. She was trained on how to pick pockets, how to handle knives, how to handle herself when she doesn’t have or loses her weapon and how to deal with security systems and how best to break and enter into places. Honestly, it is a lot of things that she never imagined herself doing and yet she has found that she loves it all.

Further to these studies, she discovered that she was very good at acting and has grown into a very capable scam artist. Her underworld connections allowed her to get counterfeit paperwork created and it has helped her and her bosses to rake in the money. Plus, pretending to be someone else when she is out and about in the world makes it even less likely that her father would be able to find her easily. It’s a win/win situation really.

Time moves forward and Svetlana is tasked with going to America to help set up connections and establish bases with a few others. As her paperwork is entirely counterfeit, Svetlana is living in America illegally and if anyone finds out and reports her, she could be deported – if they can catch her. In her time in America, Svetlana has worked with both Spanish and Chinese mafia groups. Her interactions with these groups has allowed her to become semi-fluent in the languages while dealing with them.

She has lived in almost every state and city that you can imagine as she never settles in one place for very long. This also means she has no major ties to anyone in the world and could always easily bounce from one place to another when the need came around. Little did Svetlana know, this trait would be an entirely important one in just a short time to come.
History Since Outbreak: Svetlana lived the life of luxury for the first year of the outbreak. The yacht she was on had plenty of supplies and plenty of people that were more than happy to do her bidding. She was a queen among the weary and worried and that was exactly how she liked it. Life was good despite the world going to shit but then, her world had always been shit so this was nothing new.

However, it was not to last as some scoundrel pirate like people who also thought it was their claim to be called Queen of the Seven Seas decided to attack their yacht. Her group unfortunately lost and she played the part of a weeping widow well as she cried over the deceased body of one of the former guards. She was taken into the new group under the guise of pity and all was fine for a time longer. Granted she was no longer the Queen but at least she was alive and being taken care of. Her ability to speak other languages played a great part as she feigned not knowing English and was able to determine many secrets among this group which she used to her advantage.

Pretty soon the group were at each other’s throats and the infighting thus began. Svetlana loved the fact that she didn’t have to lift a finger, it was all to her liking and it was perfect. Soon the structure of the place began to collapse and Svetlana found an opening to take off and try to find someone more stable, literally, on land. She was sick of the sea. Sick of the sloshing, splashing noises and the smell of the salt in the air and oh god her skin was NOT thanking her for all the sun exposure either. No, she had to find something more permanent. (At least this is how Svetlana likes to tell the story of her first eighteen months in the apocalypse as the truth is not something she shares freely.)

After hijacking one of the rafts, Svetlana took all she could carry and needed to survive and took off into the main land and began her trek off of the high seas. She was unprepared for the disaster that was awaiting her on the mainland and more than once she had to flee for her life. She was alone for months before she encountered her first living person again.

A man named Hyde, a former detective, happened upon her path and the two threatened to kill each other if the other came too close. It was a friendship waiting to happen. Hyde helped Svetlana to learn how to forage on the land, how to purify the murky water from the rivers and how to bandage and care for wounds of varying degrees.

Hyde moved from place to place and took Svetlana with him. Some places were good, others not so good but anytime things went South, the two of them left together and had each other’s backs. That was until they became separated. Svetlana doesn’t like to talk about this part as it upsets her. Four months on the road after their separation and Svetlana has not seen another living human being.

She is wandering around Georgia and looking for… something to put her faith in again.

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Character Quote: “You act like your tunnel has never been trained!”
“Is the meat missing its bun?”
“Let me put this bluntly; You need to get laid.”
“Ty che, blyad?” – “What the fuck?”
“Otva ‘li.” – “Fuck off.”
“Eto piz ‘dets.” – “This is fucked up.”
Theme Song: Devil In Me – Jamie N. Commons
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: “Tol'ko bol'noy chelovek derzhit podschet.” – “Only a sick person keeps count.”
How Many People Have You Killed: “To yest' mezhdu mnoy i Bogom.” – “That is between me and God.”
Why:Anything Else: Provided under previous CS’s

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Name: Boris Alexandrov
Aliases: The Great Bazhooli
Age: 30
Birthday: May 5th
Ethnicity: Caucasian, of Cossack descent
Birth Place: St. Petersburg, _Florida
Location: Somewhere on the Norfolk Southern Railway System, headed Southeast
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: N/A

Occupation: Performer (Russian Knife Acts, Tumbling, Orator, etc.)

Languages: English, Russian (fluent in both)

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Height: 6’1”
Weight: 187
Build: Athletic. Very good arms.
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Paleish
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Numerous minor scars about his hands and forearms from years of knifework and training.

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Adaptable * Proud * Optimistic * Showoff

Sexuality: Hetero
Relationship Status: Single
Personality:
Ever the showman, The Great Bazhooli generally enters into new situations with an entertaining display of his talents, learned over generations of family history. He is very proud of this history, and will tell the story of his people (at length) to whomever will listen.

Preferring to go by his stage name, The Great Bazhooli (or Bazhooli, if pressed for time) rarely lets slip his birth name, unless he has been with someone for some time. It is a mark of trust on his part. The man himself, whatever the name, is a bit of a histrionic. He is proud, noisy, and remarkably optimistic despite the apocalypse crashing around him. Whether this is genuine or merely to raise the spirits of those around him has yet to be determined.

The Great Bazhooli has a stopping point to his revelry. When the worst of events threaten to happen, his persona drops away, revealing a man driven to do whatever is necessary to protect what little he has left. The skills learned over a lifetime of Impalement Arts assist greatly with this endeavor.

It is of note that, despite being born and raised in the United States, The Great Bazhooli’s upbringing (and parents insistence of correcting his diction) has resulted in him keeping a Russian accent. It gets much stronger as he gets excited or flips into his “Showman Mode”, but it’s always a little present. As a caveat, it is not a flawless accent. Time and distance made muddled it somewhat, giving it a kind of showy feel.

Habits: Twirling knives, mumbling to himself
Hobbies: Practicing gymnastics, trick throwing sharp things
Fears:

• Being turned
• Dying without fulfilling family obligations
• Trusting the wrong people

Likes:

• Music. Any kind will do.
• Dancing
• Sharp Things
• MEAT
• Reading
• Exercising

Dislikes:

• Slugs. They creep him out.
• Too much down time
• Not knowing where his cat is
• Flash photography
• Buzzkills
• Being alone

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Knife/Dagger
• Thrown Weapons (high proficiency)
• Acrobat
• Performer
• Juggling

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Rifle
• Hunting
• Reading People
• Stealth
• Sleight of Hand

Current Supplies:

• Clothing: (Red vest (reversible black), Black canvas cargo pants (thick patched knees), belt with dual pushdagger buckle, hightop boots, white sleeveless undershirt. Sometimes sports a thick, Bear Fur coat and matching Cossack Hat.)
• Knife
• Knife
• Knife
• Knife
• Knife
• Knife
• Remington 750 Semi Auto Hunting Rifle
• Spare clip for Remington 750
• Railway Handcar

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Your First Walker Encounter:
The worst of the whole Dead Rising stuff started while Bazhooli’s circus was in transit. Preferring to travel by train, they didn’t experience the beginning hours of the outbreak. The morning of Day Two, the train slowed to pull into a refueling station. The sight that the merry troupe of circus performers were greeted with involved a mass uprising of dead people tackling and chewing on the living.

A few fleeing people managed to hop onto the slowed but still moving train with the assistance of those already onboard, but mostly it was a slaughter. The Great Bazhooli uttered a sentiment that was unanimously concurred by the rest of those present: “Da. Ve get gas, next town.”

History Before Outbreak:

Before dead people began to eat the living and civilization collapsed, there was a bouncing baby boy born to a proud line of performers. The name on his birth certificate clearly reads “Boris Alexandrov”, but try telling him that. Boris is a direct descendant of the original, world-famous “Great Bazhooli”, champion Russian Knife-Thrower. You see, the name was an important part of the act, and so it was passed down through generations: At any given time, the leader of the Bazhooli Troupe, by inheritance, became the next Great Bazhooli if they were worthy.

Boris’s father was the previous Great Bazhooli, as was his father, as was his father, back in the former Soviet Union. Circumstances of the Cold War sent the Bazhoolis across the ocean to the United States, where they hooked up with the other disenfranchised performers of their era, forming many of the carnival, circus, and sideshow acts touring the continent. As a matter of no small coincidence, where else would a Russian family set down roots? Why, St. Petersburg, of course. St Petersburg, Florida.

In present day, few people remembered The Great Bazhooli, relegating the legacy to one of the few remaining circus acts still touring North America. The proficiency with which this family plied their trade was such that it endured, but never again received the acclaim it once did. They survived by moving from circus to traveling show to carnival, the strength of their reputation among such folk assuring them steady income, seasonally.

The modern incarnation of The Great Bazhooli was educated to the standards of the Florida State GED program; mostly home schooling. He was not a man destined for college. His life was one of experiencing grand adventures and hardships on the road, among his people, flinging sharp things at pretty young maidens strapped to spinning wheels while blindfolded and somersaulting through flaming hoops.

And then one day, a lady within which he showed interest said, “Grow a moustache! It will make you look more like someone named “Bazhooli”. So he did. Big one.

History Since Outbreak:

Since the Outbreak, Bazhooli’s life has become more interesting. He was with a circus at the time, traveling by train when the worst of it came to light. Following his Walker First Contact, he and his group of circus folk bid the rest of society a resounding “Nuh uh” and stuck to themselves. The self-reliant nature of these people worked in their favor in the fact that they had no problems coming together and helping one another against what seemed to be the rest of the world; it went against them because they had to learn each lesson of survival in this new world the hard way. Additionally, the superstitious nature of many of these performers (hazard of the trade) led them to believe many things about the walking dead people that simply wasn’t so. They lost a good amount of their numbers before readjusting the group outlook. By that time, there weren’t remotely as many left.

The few that remained trained each other as best they could, spreading the skill sets around for a better chance of group survival. One of the rednecks that pounded in tent stakes and wrangled animals taught Bazhooli how to hunt and use a rifle, in return for crash tutorials in throwing knives and close quarter fighting. The troupe cutpurses and stage magicians gave him impressive skills with stealth and sleight of hand. Everyone the remained alive after the first few months realized that in order to survive, they needed to step away from the strict specialization of their previous professions and become more rounded people, capable of taking care of themselves and each other. Particularly in the event that someone died, having a backup was important.

They continued to live on their train for a long while, making forays out from the railways to hunt and scavenge. The elevated train cars provided excellent protection from the Dead, even hordes of the rotting bastards. But not living people.

One day as Bazhooli was scouting the track ahead on a handcar, a sizable group attacked their train, hoping to raid their stores and make off with whatever and whoever took their interest. After a hard fight, both groups were annihilated, or near enough that the bitter skirmish could not continue. The Russian heard gunshots from a long way off, prompting him to return as quickly as he could. Between the battle and the Dead that showed up to finish off the dying/recently deceased, he figured that he was the last of his people. He searched as best he could, given the conditions, but found no one else. If any survived, they had long since scattered.

The Great Bazhooli gathered what few supplies hadn’t been set on fire or befouled, loaded his handcart, and continued down the tracks. He didn’t do “Alone” very well, he found out. He survived, but it was a very low point in his life.

As he carted down the tracks, he caught sight of a cat that seemed to be following him. A little orange tabby, to be precise. Sometimes it came close when he was camping, but mostly the little guy stayed out of sight. Sometimes for days at a time. Because of the fact that, at any given moment he had no idea whether it was alive or dead, he had taken to calling it “Schrodinger”.

Onward he drove his little hand cart. Dangerously low on supplies, he now has no alternative than to push forward and hope his luck changes.

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Character Quote: "Now, let us try the same trick… ON FIRE!!!"
Theme Song: Saliva - Ladies and Gentlemen
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: "Dozens, I do not know. As many as vas needed."
How Many People Have You Killed: "Eleven. Eleven people I have killed. Other people I know have killed more, people I vas vith. But for me, eleven.
Why: I vant to live. I vanted my families to live. It did not help them, but I vould try again.
Anything Else:

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Name: Adamm Papen Homburg
Aliases: A, Father, Boss
Age: 59
Birthday: November 9
Ethnicity: German-American
Gender: Male
Languages: English(fluent), German(fluent)

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Height: 6'3"
Weight: 197lbs
Build: Solid
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Pale Blonde - Graying
Skin Tone: Weathered
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Long scar that runs from over his right eye brow, around his eye and down his cheek; both hands covered in burn scars.

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Cunning * Megalomaniac

Personality: Adamm is a ruthless individual that is good at getting what he wants and what he wants is well everything. He has no conscience and believe that those below him are to do what he wants; if they do not he will not end them, only make them wish he would. Now this may seem comical at times, even to himself but he is very set in his beliefs. Sadly he is cunning enough to get others to follow him. This adds to the problem, the more that follow him the more convinced in his own superiority he becomes.

He had the mentality that should have been locked away long before the outbreak and some tried, but since the world went to hell he has entered his own version of paradise. Those around him share this vision after a time; those that don't beg for release only to never have it obtained. While he does not believe he is God he does believe he is the next best thing. May Adamm have mercy...

Habits:

• Clicks his tongue
• Bites his lip

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Rifle
• Handgun
• Explosives
• Interrogation
• German History

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Leadership
• Subterfuge
• Oppression
• Brain Washing
• Manipulation

Current Supplies:

• Brown Slacks, boots, under shirt, button down over shirt, leather coat
• Lugar Pistol
• box of .21mm
• Grandfathers ID
• Single Grenade
• Jerky

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Character Quote: I'm not God but I am the Father.
Theme Song: The Eternal Forest By Brunuh Ville

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Name: Nathen Shelly Carlisle
Aliases: Cain, Frankenstein's Monster, Nate
Age: 54
Birthday: February 19th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Languages: English(fluent), German(spotty)

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Height: 6'6"
Weight: 253lbs
Build: Robust
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde - Greying
Skin Tone: Rough
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None visible

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Cruel * Machiavellian

Personality: Nathen is for lack of a better term a rather cruel individual and he has been that way since long before the outbreak. The outbreak has given him the freedom to do what he wishes when he wishes without consequence. The fact he can be rather charismatic and cunning only makes things that much easier for him to draw people in until it is too late.

He revels in the things he is charged to do and enjoys finding new and interesting ways to brainwash people. If what he has been after cannot be obtained through subversion, physical infliction is not beyond him; in fact he looks forward to those that he has to break in a more neanderthalic nature.

Habits:

• Shaking out his hand
• Pacing

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Intimidation
• Psychology
• Surveillance
• Handguns
• Subduing Techniques

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Chemicals
• Arson
• Torture
• Human Anatomy
• Facial Reading

Current Supplies:

• Khakis Pants, White T-Shirt, Dress Shirt, Hunting Vest, Boots, Bandana
• Pocket Knife
• Beretta 9
• Full Spare Clip
• Compass
• Water Bottle

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Character Quote: You are the ant, I am the magnifying glass, Boss is the Sun
Theme Song: Ghost Song - Max Ablitzer

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Name:Beverly Wells
Aliases: Bev
Age: 36
Birthday: April 1st
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Gender: Female
Languages: English, German

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Height: 5’8”
Weight: 115lbs
Build: Toned legs but slimmer everywhere else, some protruding bones at her elbows and collar bone.
Eyes: Pale blue
Hair: Shoulder length dark brown, almost black
Skin Tone: Hard to really tell under all of the bruises and blood. Pale.
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Can’t see anything under all of the dirt, bruises and blood that covers her face and arms.

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Conniving * Compulsive Liar

Personality: She has developed a reflexive habit where she will compulsively lie about everything and anything. Is her name even actually Bev? Is she really able to speak German or does she just say that she can? Who even knows?! She comes across as being really meek and weak willed which could be a result of her excessive beatings that are shown by the countless bruises, cuts and scrapes all over her body.

Bev, however, is not weak nor meek by any measure of the words. She portrays her lies physically as well as verbally. She enjoys hurting other people so much that she gets a little too much joy from it, if you know what I mean. Her pain threshold is immense as can be shown by the fact that she is basically a walking punching bag. How did she get like that if she’s so strong? Well she asked for it and did some of it herself. She likes to get people to put their guard down so that she can get in close for the kill.
Habits: Chews the skin at the side of her fingernails, pulls at her hair when she feels cornered in.

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Firearm Training – Pistols and Rifles
• Restraining/Restriction Techniques
• Krav Maga
• Shotgun
• Rock climbing

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Machete
• Knives
• Fletching
• Crossbow
• Trap Making

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing – black ribbed tank top, green shirt, black leather jacket that sits on her hips, dark grey denim jeans (ripped at the knees), fingerless leather gloves, and shin high, black leather, lace-up boots.
• Crossbow – 10 bolts
• Hunting knife
• Machete
• M4 Carbine – 2 mags (30 rounds in each)
• Double Barrelled Shotgun – 8 shells

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Character Quote: “Get them before they get you.”
Theme Song: This

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Name: Alena Milena Sullivan
Aliases: Ally, Sully
Age: 26
Birthday: December 1st
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Gender: Female
Languages: None

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Height: 5'8
Weight: 134lbs
Build: Slender
Eyes: Blue
Hair: blonde that goes down to her upper back
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scar across her back due to a motorcycle accident, and a tattoo of a skull and crossbones on her lower back/

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Sociopath * Mentally unstable

Personality: Alena is a woman who lost her sanity a long time ago, witnessing the death of all of her loved ones due to the start of the apocalypse. Now she survives on her own, she doesn't care what happens to those around her, she has been known to just simply shoot those around her if they are surrounded by Walkers. She also loves torturing those that she comes across and loves the suffering of others, she also enjoys just slowly killing walkers by chopping off their limbs until finally killing them.

Alena is very easy to anger as well when someone sees or approaches her when she is angered you will most likely be either attacked, shot or killed by her. So it is very recommended not being around or near her. You will rarely ever see her with a smile on her face however if she is in a good mood then she will more then likely be very friendly but that is very rare. Alena is also known to be extremely reckless when either attacking a group of people or a small group of Walkers.
Habits: When Alena is angered her eye tends to have an uncontrollable twitch, she also will crack her neck or fingers just out of boredom.

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Sewing
• Running
• Painting
• Very basic tracking
• Very basic Hunting

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.

• Stitching wounds
• Better Hunting
• Better Tracking
• Rifles
• Handguns

Current Supplies: Same as before - only difference is you are limited to 5 things other than your current clothing.

• Sleeveless leather vest, black ripped jeans, Black leather boots
• FN P-90 SMG with scope and silencer
• Three extra magazines of FN 5.7×28mm for the FN P-90
• Desert Eagle
• Two extra magazines of .44 Magnum for the Desert Eagle
• One can of beans

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Character Quote: "Only the strong live, and only the weak turn into the rotters or die." Something they say a lot or live by
Theme Song:Mayhem - Halestorm