Name: Sarah Jones
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Personality: a guarded sociopath, But once you get past her guards you have the most loyal person ever who will fight for you until you betray her.

Short Bio: Sarah was orphaned at about ten years old. Her parents were always fighting. Her father was a jealous sociopath and always insisted that Sarah was not his because of Sarah's albinsm, often calling Sarah's mother a whore and a backstabber to her face in front of Sarah. One night her father killed her mother in a fit of jealous rage and proceeded to run after Sarah, who grabbed her mother's phone and locked her bedroom door until her father's fit had passed. She heard a gunshot outside her house about an hour later but didn't dare to check what had happened until she had called the cops. Then she dared to peek out her door. Her father was waiting for her and tried to kill Sarah but she grabbed her father's gun from out of his hands, breaking his arm in the process and shot him three times in the face. Then she proceeded to call the police and tell them she had shot her father three times in the face with a completely emotionless voice. She was deemed a sociopath but was adopted by Aaron's neighbors.

Weapon: (Nothing too OP): Silenced sniper rifle, katana just in case.

Skills: Hacking electronics of all kinds, putting aside all emotion for the sake of survival.

Name:
Gabriel Kubiak

Age:
15

Gender:
Male


Personality:
He's a shy but smart boy that seems to always be getting up to mischief. He gets rather easily bored, but when he puts his mind to something he will stick with it to the very end.

Short Bio:
He was born in Poland and was raised there until age 12. The rest of his family lived in Delmarva. He had a rather good home life until his mother had gotten cancer a few months after his twelfth birthday. She moved both him and his father to Delmarva to live out the rest of her days with her entire family. Her family hated him, their Christianness not allowing them to see past his bastard upbringing. They never learned to love him and always went about the, "one bad apple ruins the bunch," way of thinking. So, when his mother died, he and his father were kicked out of the home. His father killed himself out of grief, and he was left to fend for himself.

Weapon: (Nothing too OP):
His father's Glock 42 and a stolen butterfly knife.

Skills:
Had always been a stealthy kid and found it fun to sneak up on his mother, so he's quite good in that area.
When his father was still around, they spent time together at the gun range. He's good at using the smaller guns but has never had experience with larger ones.
Three years of living out on the streets had taught him how to fend for himself, along with how and when to use his little knife. He knows the environment well, knows how to scavenge for food and such, and knows how to keep warm. He's learned basic rural survival.

Name: Aaron Berr
Age: 15
Gender: Male


Personality: Aaron is a calm and collected boy, and usually friendly to anyone. He tends to think a lot, and doesn't talk much.
Short Bio: Aaron lived a mostly normal life, getting A's and B's, and doing well in Athletics. When the virus came, he witnessed his mother die after getting his birthday cake on her way to the car. He was devastated, but tries to maintain a neutral attitude towards what he considers an apocalypse.
Weapon: A sniper rifle him and his dad used to hunt with, their only way of bonding after the divorce. He also has a multi-tool, that he had from being a Cub Scout.
Skills: Good aim, and great aim at moving targets. He also has basic survival knowledge.

Name: Charles Banesworth II
Age: Nineteen
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Personality: Arrogant, Sneering, Boisterous, Likes those who are similar to him
Short Bio: Born into the bourgeoise, Charles had been given everything on a silver platter for his whole life. It came quite a shock to him when the end of the world began, as it meant that he would now have to fend for himself and do the work that should be done of filthy peasants. Fortunately however his time hunting wild game in his families domain, with his trusty rifle and his companion bird Martel, gave him a little experience.
Weapon: (Nothing too OP): His hunting rifle, a Falcon named Martel
Skills: Skilled Marksman. Can ride horseback. Knows Falconry.

Name: Ivan Levin Mikhailovich
Age: 11
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Personality:Ivan is quiet, mostly because his English isn't very good but also because he's extremely shy. When interacting with others, he seems stiff and unfriendly, speaking in a hushed and hurried voice and stammering. He's very sensitive and is easily made upset, especially when asked about his past or his parents. He'll often go days without ever speaking to anyone. He's reluctant to try new things, preferring to stick with what he knows.
Short Bio: When the virus came to Russia, there was mass panic and the government basically fell to ruins in a matter of months. To escape the chaos, Ivanka and Rudolf Mikhailovich and their six year old son Ivan escaped overseas only to find that the virus was there as well. Ivan grew up living on the streets with his father and mother, learning to shoot and scavenge at a young age. Tragedy first hit when his mother caught the virus. forcing his father to shoot her to keep the infection from spreading. Rudolf Mikhailovich was later summoned back to Russia when a letter from his sister Klara came asking him to help her escape Russia. Though he intended to return for his young son, he became trapped overseas and although he is still alive, his chances of escaping the chaos in Russia yet again are slim. His letters are no longer reaching his son, and Ivan is struggling to survive on his own.
Weapon: Sawed-off shotgun
Skills: Sneaking, hiding, good aim, general craftiness

@Oliver
Normally, you post your CS in the OOC until I approve.

Oh, sorry! I didn't know. It didn't say so in the rules, did it? I swear to god I read those.

@Oliver
Don't worry, it didn't. And besides, as soon as you finish your bio, I'll see how you did and choose if I want to accept you.

Oy vey, now I feel pressured to do well....
This might take a while, but I should be done within an hour or so.

@Oliver

In roleplays where there are applications involved it's a rule of thumb to apply in the OOC and wait for approval.

@Oliver Never mind the goyim, brother

Hey @DriveEMOut, I'm actually done! I asked for some help from my sister who's a magazine editor so she kind of knows about writing. I hope it's good enough!

@Vortexמה קורה?

@Oliver
Accepted. You can post in the IC section now.

Thanks!

@Oliver Just happy to see another friend around here

@Vortex Same here, landsman!

Name: Malik Cole
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance:


Personality: Solemn and disciplined due to his upbringing. This results in him not being able to convey emotions very well causing him to come off deadpan most of the time, despite being very helpful and polite by default. His sheltered attitude and lifestyle does however inspire a curiosity in regards to interacting with other people despite his problems. He can also be quite temperamental if something pushes him enough.

Short Bio: Born to an affluential family of a corporate CEO father and a respected lawyer mother, Malik had grand expectations set out before him even at a young age. Even though he never had to want for anything because of their wealth and status, His parent's instilled a strong sense of duty and respect in him right away, making it very clear to him that their lifestyle came from hardwork and that it would be his job to maintain that image in the future. He took their words and became the dutiful son, and became well known as a polite and respectable young man with solid academics. Even taking Archery as an extracurricular and earning multiple awards and competition wins. As part of their efforts to make sure Malik stayed humble, his parents would send him to spend summers with his paternal Grandfather in Salisbury ever since he was a child. Despite not being wealthy like his parents were, Malik enjoyed these trips with his grandfather who was a true outdoorsman who had inspired Malik to take up archery in the first place. He was taking one such trip to his Grandfather's when the virus hit.

Weapon: A recurve bow he received from his grandfather, a hunting knife, and a crowbar for .
Skills:-
Skilled Archer
Physical fit- any lifting or running needs done he's the guy to call.
While not nearly the capacity of his grandfather, Malik has decent survival skills.

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Name:
Thomas Vaugrenard

Age:
35

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Tom stands at a staggering height of 6'3 and weighs in at around 216 lbs of pure muscle. Despite being of Caucasian descent, his skin has a tanned complexion from the years he spent in the Middle East and Africa as a soldier and mercenary. He has close-cropped black hair and always keeps himself clean shaven. He is rarely seen without his jet-black military webbing and signature M40 Gas Mask worn over a battered police riot gear. His right leg is rather stiff from the knee-down, a result of an injury he suffered in 2016.

Personality:
Tom is a very effective soldier and team player who is always first to volunteer for the most dangerous assignments. He is incredibly strong and is capable of lugging around heavy equipment tirelessly. Mentally he has never cracked under fire nor has he chaffed under command. So long as there’s a battle to be fought, he is a loyal soldier. At the same time he has a rather glaring problem: he has an obsessive lust for war as only someone who didn’t grow up in a country wracked by it could possibly have. While not discussing war or fighting one, a dead glaze lines his eyes. He becomes remote and detached, although he will still go about his duties with macabre intensity. He is quickly bored by anything other than the thrill of combat and as such is not a very strong communicator. His darkly romantic fixation with war also makes him fairly unsympathetic to those who suffer as a result of it. This is not a result of callous judgment, but rather an inability to comprehend why others don’t enjoy war as he does. This defect is likely neurological and accounts for many of his other sociopathic tendencies.

Short Bio:
Tom is a native of Dallas, Texas and the first son of a lower-middle class family. Tom was an average kid for the most part until his hormones started kicking in and he got into not-so-average fights regularly in school. In fact he quickly gained a reputation at each of the three schools he attended (two of which he was expelled from) for never being able to pass up a good fight. Unlike most trouble kids his age Tom didn’t get into fights because it was “macho” or to impress the girls. Tom fought because he loved to fight and always walked away from a finished fight happy that he engaged in combat, even the ones he lost. In high school he started piling on muscle mass not because he was losing fights, rather because he wanted to be seen as a more credible threat in order to challenge stronger opponents.

Naturally all this blood sport put Tom on the bad side of life and law. His grades had tanked; he received discipline regularly for vandalism, public disturbance and even one account of attempted arson. Of course as his parents became disillusioned with the menace Tom had become; they got rid of him at the first opportunity, the day of his eighteenth birthday.

Needless to say, civil society had no real place for a hellion like Tom and that suited him quite well as he never planned on being civil. Tom found that no matter how fierce or strong his opponents in the brawls were, the fights were really no different than before. Those fights lost their flare, paling in comparison to another brilliantly burning beacon of hostility.

Despite his pugnacious past and juvenile record, the US Army accepted his enlistment and he was sent off to Fort Sill for boot camp and was assigned an MOS in infantry. His AIT was, unsurprisingly, close-quarters combat given how much his previous fights had served to hone his awareness. At Fort Benning he completed his training and joined the ranks of the 2nd Battalion of the 69th Armored Regiment as part of a Stryker unit. He served two tours in Iraq from 2005-2006 and 2007-2008.

During Tom’s first tour he made his mark as an effective soldier in the battle of Ramadi. During his unit’s home furlough Tom opted to spend the majority of his time on base engrossing himself in the study of war, weapons and conflict around the world. His fellow servicemen and women saw him exercising constantly and invariably with a book in one of his enormous hands.

It was during his second tour with the 69th in Iraq that his fellow soldiers started giving Tom a wider berth. Having eased into the unsettling nature of war during their first deployment, many of the members of Tom’s unit found some of his new-found habits unnerving. Tom would stare for hours on end in awe of the wreckage and ruin of the urban warzones yet dismiss, with nothing more than a glance and a shrug, rotting dog corpses, the begging of children with stumps where limbs should be, and the shrieks of women at night. More disturbing still was how much Tom talked about war, mayhem and destruction during a time and in a place where those around him were all surrounded by such calamity and all anyone else wanted to talk about was home…and griping. No matter what, all that seemed to excite Tom was either going to war or talking about it, even when it wasn’t “their” war he wanted to speak of.

Tom was rotated into the reserves after his unit returned from Iraq. Not content to sit around in the US while there were “perfectly good wars going on”, Tom worked his way around the military network for work in the private sector. He landed his first contract in 2009 with Obelisk International LLC out of Seattle for four years state side while he completed battle assembly. Tom then saw low-intensity conflict in central and South America for over a year starting in late 2012. He was transferred back to the US in 2014 for executive protection service (rumors abound of a friendly fire incident in Columbia) and of course finding such a job far too civilized for his taste cut his ties with Obelisk to work as a freelancer. He fought against ISIS in Syria in Iraq independently for a time until he was forced to go back stateside after suffering a major injury to his right leg.

Effectively out of the action, Tom began to integrate himself into normal society. For several years, things went well for him. He found a steady job as a construction worker, started seeing a psychiatrist to help deal with his sociopathic tendencies and even had himself a nice relationship with a woman he met at the local bar. Unfortunately for Tom, all good things must come to an end. For Tom, it all came crashing down on the 6th of October, 2020.

Coming home from work late in the evening, he found out that his then girlfriend had left him for another man. The event triggered Tom's inner madman and, without thinking, he grabbed his pistol and headed for his girlfriend's house with the intention of doing something he no doubt would regret later on. Thankfully, his doubt and fear overcame his anger and he stopped halfway. His rational side yelled at him to go back home and settle the problem peacefully, but instead he headed to a local liquor store to fill himself up with booze so that he could do the deed. Fortunately for everyone, however, Tom got himself too drunk and he was arrested by the local police force before he could do anything.

Drunk off his ass and barely conscious, Tom was put in a holding cell and passed out... only to find the world had ended overnight. For some reason, he was the only one left alive inside the police station that day. Not wanting to find out what the hell killed everyone, Tom quickly looted the station's armory and headed home. He would lock himself in his house for the next year or so, only ever going out to find food and water. After a year, he got a little stir crazy and eventually decided he should head out and live a somewhat nomadic life.

For a relatively long time, Tom thought about what he should become now that the whole world's gone to shit. With his military training and combat experience, he figured he was above everyone else and held an edge against other survivors. So, the question was: Should he use his training and experience as a mean to take and do anything he wanted, or should he use it to help others survive in the world with whatever way he can?

After thinking it through, he eventually settled for the latter option.

Ever since then, Tom has styled himself as some sort of noble road warrior, wandering from town to town to help out small communities of survivors while at the same time ridding post-apocalyptic America from people he deem to be evil or undesirable. His travels have now landed him in the state of Maryland...

Weapon:

• Mossberg 590A1 Tactical Shotgun
  Tom's shotgun is equipped with a single point bungee sling attached to the rear of the body. His go-to weapon for most engagements, the shotgun has a collapsible stock and a tactical light attached to it. Currently, Tom has about twenty slugs and five buckshots for his shotgun.
• Beretta 92FS
  The semi-automatic Beretta pistol is Tom's favored secondary weapon. Whenever his shotgun isn't enough to get the job done, he'll use his Beretta. Currently, he's got a full clip for the pistol and about one more to spare. Nowadays, he rarely uses it anymore due to a lack of ammo, but he does take the pistol out from time to time to either intimidate other people or to discourage any potential hostiles from attacking him.
• Baseball Bat
  Whenever there's a need to get up close and personal, the Baseball Bat is Tom's weapon of choice. The sturdy bat is a deadly weapon in the hands of someone as strong as Tom.
• Machete
  Despite rarely using it as a weapon, Tom still carries around a hybrid Machete/Saw for survival and tactical purposes.
• Tactical Knife
  For emergency purposes, Tom keeps a sharp knife tucked near his ankle.

Skills:

• Military Training
  With roughly 15 years worth of military service, Tom is a deadly combatant and an excellent survivalist.
• Brawler
  Ever since he was a child, Tom has always been a fan of fighting hand-to-hand. Couple that with his strength and military training, then you have yourself a rather intimidating fighter.
• All Juiced Up
  Simply put, Tom is a beast. Weighing in at around 216 lbs of pure muscle, he is generally much stronger than most people. Not only that, he also has a seemingly endless stamina, being able to lug around heavy equipment over long distances before getting tired.

Supplies and Equipment:

• Two First-Aid Kits
• Multi-tool
• Crowbar
• Binoculars
• Three Paracord bracelets
• Several days worth of clean water
• Several days worth of rations
• Sleeping Bag
• Riot Gear
• Military Webbing
• M40 Gas Mask
• Zippo Lighter
• Chest Flashlight
• 4 Flares

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