Name: Chris Field
Age: 27
Gender: Male

Bio: Chris was a medical student before the war, he spent his time in a mixture of study, volunteer work and sports (rock-climbing, hiking, jogging and shooting). When the war began he enlisted with the US medical core and spent several years as a combat medic attached to a platoon of special forces troopers. He was close with nearly all of them by the time the bombs hit. At first they hadn't really been sure of him but after he stitched them all back together a few times they just saw him as another one of the guys.

It was on a routine deployment that the bombs hit. Chris' platoon was flying into Washington when their chinook was hit by the blast wave of one of the RP2W's, the bird was swatted out of the air.

The next thing Chris remembers is waking up in the wreckage of the Chinook. Miraculously he was still in one piece, he soon wished he wasn't however. He checked the rest of the men, his friends but they'd all died in the crash. He sat in the wreckage for what seemed like hours before pulling himself together gathering up everything of use and setting out into the ruins of D.C. in the hope of finding what might be left of the Federal government.

Personality: Chris is above all an altruistic soul, he tries to help those in need where possible and is a deeply principled individual. This means he can be rather stubborn at times, but whilst this can be rather irksome he's as loyal a man as you'd ever care to meet.

Weapon 1: M16A4

Weapon 2: M11

Clothing: Chris still wears his military gear. He wears urban camo fatigues and body armour complete with helmet, boots, gloves, tactical vest and goggles. He also carries a gas mask.
Items:
5 MRE's
6 spare M16A4 magazines
6 spare M11 magazines
Combat Knife
Torch
Portable Radio
Field dressing kit and general medical supplies
Canteen

Character Sheet

Name:
Charlotte Green

Age:
23

Gender:
Female

Bio:
Charlotte was overseas on a college trip when the bombs fell and wiped out a large portion of the human race, having travelled from her family home in what was once known as the United Kingdom. Fortunate to be away from any real population centre she survived with a small group of her classmates and a professor holed up in the somewhat remote cabin that their trip had rented throughout the martial law period (What little communication they had with the authorities soon stopped). They remained for some several months surviving as best they could on what little supplies they had, trying to get as much information as possible about the outside world and the fate of their native country. Inevitably the small group had to leave their relative safety and return to what was once civilization before they starved to death. It did not go well.

Hardly prepared for the devastation and death that greeted them as they made their way slowly into the city they saw the remains of countless killed by both the bombs and several more killed more recently. Somewhat naively the group went looking for help, but instead stumbled across one of the many savage gangs that had crept up filling the power vacuum left by the now gone authorities. Before they could even introduce themselves Charlotte’s professor was greeted with a hail of bullets, killing both him and another student instantly. Fleeing for their lives Charlotte was separated from all but one of her male classmates and friend, the pair of them running until they could run no more, taking refuge in a now thoroughly dilapidated building.

They spent several days hiding and attempting to survive, but it was soon disrupted when in the middle of the night they were stumbled upon by a trio of cruel scavengers. Unable to escape it soon became clear that the interlopers had rather unsavoury desires, having stumbled upon a young and relatively undamaged woman with little to no protection one thing sprang into their minds. Charlotte struggled against them frantically and somewhat hysterically, aided briefly by her friend (until one of the men buried his hunting knife in his gut and kicked him to the ground). Biting, kicking and screaming Charlotte somehow managed to grab onto a loose piece of concreate and swing it with all of her strength into one of the men’s heads as he tried to unfasten his pants, giving her the briefest moment to scramble away and run. In her panicked state she fled into what was once a kitchen, sadly with no other exits – the remaining two men now stood between her and her survival. Fortunately for Charlotte the kitchen was still littered with cooking implements and so as they both charged at her she managed to clumsily grab a large knife, as the first man tried to grab her and force her to the ground she fought with everything she had.

A screaming blur of adrenaline and several scuffles later Charlotte found herself curled up on the ground sobbing, covered in the blood of her would be killers. Her body ached from the numerous bruises and small cuts she had sustained and her mind was a mess, but she was otherwise not seriously hurt.

Making her way back she was just in time to watch her last friend bleed to death as she frantically tried to stop the flow. At the very least the now dead men had enough supplies on them to keep her alive and moving.

The next few months surviving presented a huge learning curb to the young woman, she slowly and cautiously began to move from place to place, scavenging and surviving as she went. After the first three men she had killed she took few chances and generally came to avoid all other people she came across, though it was not always possible and as a result she has now killed seven attackers in ‘self-defence’ (though truth be told she wonders if she couldn’t have avoided the last few…)
Now hardened to the outside world, Charlotte is vastly different from the carefree happy girl that once came to this country.

Personality:
What remains of Charlotte’s personality is vastly different from what it once was, now severely guarded and cautious when it comes to meeting outsiders, seeing them now as only threats to be avoided or opportunities to be exploited. She has somewhat lost faith that there are any decent people left alive out there and so is becoming as harsh and uncaring as the outside world.

Currently Charlotte is a something of a tipping point in terms of her personality, poised to plunge off the deep end and become the very thing that has caused her so much suffering and pain to begin with. Though retreating into her own shell it may not be too late for her to come back into the light before she turns her back on the world permanently.

Gear:
- Hunting Knife: The same knife that ended the life of her friend, Charlotte took it and has developed a somewhat macabre liking to it.

- Clothing:
Charlotte wears the clothing she came with, though now somewhat ragged and patched up. Her jeans were once a clear light blue colour, but are now smeared with countless stains so they appear a much darker shade, the knees have ripped out and been patched several times. Similarly a light green vest remains hidden under a grubby dark gray hoody that has been fixed several times and has now got several additional pockets and even a bandolier fixed into it. A green afghan hangs around her neck and she often uses to cover her face, which when combined with her hood at least hides her face when appropriate. Her once flawless shoes are now worn through and similar covered in such grime it would be impossible to distinguish what colour they once were.

-Items:
Basic first aid kit (mostly used)
Heavy flashlight (no battery)
Canteen
Box of cereal bars (12), Skittles, Tin of Tuna, Tin of tomato soup, Jerky.
Carton of cigarettes (3)
Lighter & Fluid (1/2 empty)
$14,012 (found on a corpse)
Flare gun & 2 red flares.

Role:
Charlotte hasn't found a role as such, though some very well may start to describe her as a wanderer or even rogue, perhaps some going even as far as bandit - though to be fair at this point that would be an exaggeration.

Name: Celty Farron
Age: 24
Gender: Female

Bio:
Celty grew up with her brother. Together they played ‘War’, a game where they joined together to battle mystical creatures and other people to save the world. It was their own form of house. She grew up as a tomboy with her brother until he was drafted into the war on her 19th birthday. Following in his footsteps Celty joined the US Air Force and became a pilot. She flew various missions: dangerous ones, easy ones, ones that almost got her blown out of the sky.

She then left service a couple years before everything went down and moved to a more rural area. Hunting for fun, she learned quickly how to use a bow and butcher animals for food. Celty stayed mostly to herself in a cabin, but did go to towns on occasion when she wanted something different to eat or needed anything in particular.

When things went down and the world went to hell Celty quickly packed what she needed into a backpack and began to travel. She feared large cities so she kept her distance from them. Being smart about her moves, she never stayed in one place for too long. Surviving meant hunting and scavenging while also being smart when it came to trusting other people.

While traveling with a small group she heard rumors of a group called the Blood Army. Choosing to stay away from them she broke away from the small group and went back on her own, where she felt safest at the moment.

Personality:
Shy around new people but daring. Not one for long, drawn out conversations. Celty is a social antisocial person. Pretty ironic, but when she gets to know someone and trust them, she will do whatever she can for them, but until she knows them she is weary and cautious around them. Celty is also polite and soft spoken, often useful when breaking up an argument or settling a dispute. Great negotiator, and no quick to make snap judgments. Patient and calm in stressful or intense situations.
Also very caring and almost acts like a sister to hose she's close with.

Gear: What you travel with. I'd like it to be set up like this:
-Weapon 1 (optional): Tactical bow, with place for arrows

-Weapon 2 (optional): Sniper rifle, with silencer

-Clothing: Ripped jeans, black tank top with a loose shirt over, sweater tied around her waist, moccasin style boots
-Items: In her backpack she has a flashlight, lighter, small rock and hardwood to make new arrows, a couple bottles for water, small rations of food, cloth scavenged from bodies, and a switchblade she keeps on her hip

Role:
Celty is a survivor who lives off the land, never staying in one place too long. Due to her shyness, she keeps to herself mostly, but will interact with other survivors that she trusts enough to.