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Name: Ciel Doran Jaquith
Aliases: None. Ciel refuses to be called anything other than his proper name.
Age: 11
Birthday: December 16th
Ethnicity: Ashkenazi Jewish, half French and half Polish.
Birth Place: Watford, Georgia (Fictional town)
Location: Somewhere in the woods on the outskirts of the state of Georgia
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: N/A, though he planned to go to medical school and major in psychiatry.
Occupation: Student
Languages: English, learning French and Hebrew

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Height: 4'8.
Weight: 49 pounds
Build: Emaciated and frail
Eyes: Light blue, almost grey
Hair: Platinum blond
Skin Tone: Sickly pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: A few scars and scratches, but nothing noteworthy

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Headstrong * Arrogant * Intelligent * Sensitive

Sexuality: Unknown, leaning towards asexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Ciel is proper and mature for his age, but he is also curt, stiff and a bit arrogant. He is distrustful of most people, having doubts about the loyalty of even his closest friends. Despite this, he would never betray anyone who trusts him. He is loyal and headstrong, however this also makes him sensitive and easily embarrassed. When upset, he shuts down and refuses to speak, not wanting to seem weak in front of others. He prizes his maturity above all else, and would be humiliated if he were ever treated like the child he is.
Ciel rarely smiles and never laughs unless drunk or otherwise out of his right mind. His rare smiles usually come in the form of curt little smirks, usually prompted by people who amuse his dry sense of humor. Ciel also enjoys riddles, logic puzzles and mind games.
Despite mentally and logically functioning at the same level as any adult, in truth Ciel is weak and sickly. He’s lived a life of relative comfort and is dependent on others for basic survival needs. If left on his own, he would likely die within a fortnight. He knows this and because of it he tries his best not to get on anyone’s bad side. Someone as weak and dependent as him must be equally amicable and useful in order to survive.
Habits: He talks in his sleep, bites his knuckles and nails when nervous, paces when thinking deeply and ties his shoelaces with triple knotted bows.
Hobbies: Drawing.
Fears:

• Heights
• Spiders
• Being forcibly restrained/unable to move

Likes: 6 minimal

• Dogs
• Tea
• Candy of all sorts
• Reading
• Sweaters
• Classical music
• Watching political debates
• Logic puzzles, mind games and riddles
• Though he’d never admit to it, he enjoys being touched, held and cuddled

Dislikes: 6 minimal

• Seeming weak or incompetent
• People discovering his secrets
• Being sick or injured
• The smell of wet paint
• Milk
• Cats
• Coffee
• Sleeping

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Logic and general craftiness (Puzzle solving, improvisation, etc.)
• Drawing and mapmaking

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Marksmanship (crossbow)
• Marksmanship (light rifles)
• Sneaking, hiding and general stealth

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - A light grey hooded jacket that’s a bit large on him with two front pockets. A plain white t shirt that fits him perfectly and is in surprisingly mint condition. A pair of dark grey jeans that are a bit long and are held up with a black leather belt. One white sock and one grey-and-black striped sock. And finally, a pair of ratty and worn out red sneakers, two sizes too small.
• Hiking boots
• A length of rope
• A flashlight
• Several sheets of paper
• Two pencils
• A stainless steel water bottle
• His inhaler

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Your First Walker Encounter: Though his parents were both killed by walkers, the first time Ciel ever saw one was on his own. Wandering through the forest, starving and alone, he was ambushed by a group of two walkers. They were both relatively weak and old, so he was able to pick them off with his rifle after climbing up a tree to escape being bitten or scratched by the undead fiends. He had known about their presence before he ever saw one, so he wasn’t as frightened as he would have been otherwise, but the situation cemented in him the idea of just how much danger he was really in.

History Before Outbreak: Ciel was born the only son to a rich politician and his trophy wife. His parents adored him right from the start, and he led a pampered lifestyle. Anything he needed or wanted was provided as soon as he but asked. Being a somewhat weak and sickly little boy, his medical needs were painstakingly attended to by the best doctors available. There was only one problem he saw in his life, and that was that he had little to no contact with the world outside his home. He never made a single friend, he never had the valuable solo experiences that other children had, and most of all he was never exposed to foreign pathogens and as such his asthma and allergies only worsened instead of improving.

By the time he was six years old, he desperately hungered for a life of adventure. He never even went to school with other children; his parents homeschooled him and provided tutors at home. The good thing about this is that his individualized education meant that he could work at his own pace, and he quickly excelled at all the work his tutors could give him. His parents, who had both been good students themselves, were ever so proud to see their son grow to be so scholastically advanced. A specialty of Ciel's was always drawing, and he loved making maps of his parent's estate, the only world he knew.

Then the walkers came. His parents initially barricaded themselves in their mansion, but one of Ciel’s doctors became a walker, somehow broke into the heavily guarded estate, and killed them both in their beds. Ciel heard scratching and tearing sounds coming from his parent’s room, and fearing the worst he escaped through his bedroom window, taking only his father’s rifle.

History Since Outbreak: After the deaths of his parents, Ciel escaped to the woods and started to journey his way across the landscape, trying to get as far away from the outbreak as possible. It quickly settled in just how much he was unprepared for life on his own. He seemed to be allergic to almost everything, his asthma being terribly bad for the first few days. He had no idea how to find food or make shelter, eating only the raw animals he shot and getting very sick from them. He surely would have died if he hadn't found his first companion on his fifth day alone.

Charles Greywater was a stocky, bearded man, fond of flannel shirts and armed with a crossbow. He found little Ciel starving and ill in the woods, and nursed the boy back to health, taking him in as a sort of apprentice. He taught Ciel how to properly use the rifle he had, and even taught him a few crossbow tricks. Ciel learned to make a fire with flint, and how to gut and cook animals so he wouldn't have to subsist off of raw meat like he had been. It was with Charles that Ciel committed his first murder. They came across a woman on their travels, one who was trying to raid their shelter. Charles woke Ciel, handed him his rifle and told the boy to shoot. Ciel shot the woman dead, and the two ate her corpse and used her clothes and supplies. Ciel was of course more than slightly troubled by this at first, but quickly became accustomed to his own immorality.

Then one sunny July afternoon, the two of them were attacked by a lone walker. This one was stronger than the two Ciel had encountered before, and killed Charles while he tried to protect Ciel. Ciel was forced to shoot them both, but he missed the walker and made a narrow escape by jumping into a river and swimming downstream away from the monster, who could not maneuver itself so easily in water. Ciel was once again on his own, but this time a bit more prepared.

One week passed, then two. Today is Ciel's fifteenth day of being alone. He hasn't had much luck in finding food and is slowly fading again. He's learned by now that he doesn't do well solo, and has learned it the hard way. He's narrowly survived a few more walker attacks, which seem to be getting more and more frequent as if he were approaching some sort of colony of the creatures, like an abandoned town or something. If he doesn't find help soon, his little adventure may soon come to an untimely end.

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Character Quote: The ends justify the means
Theme Song: Confessio (Puella Magi Madoka Magica OST)

How Many Walkers Have You Killed: 3
How Many People Have You Killed: 1
Why: The human, he killed for food. The walkers he killed because they would have killed him otherwise.
Anything Else: Here

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Name:Delilah Amber Hunter
Aliases:De, Lilah or Amber
Age:21
Birthday:12/12/1989
Ethnicity:Native american/White
Birthplace:Jessamine County Kentucky
Location:Marion County
Gender:Female
Major/Minor: Majors:Illustration and Concept art
Occupation:Gun store Clerk
Languages:English

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Height:5’5
Weight:130
Build:Lean
Eyes:Brown
Hair:Dark Brown
Skin Tone:Tan
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: She had wolf paw tattoos going up her left arm and she has a wolf howling on her right

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Strong Minded* lone wolf * Wise *Asshole

Sexuality: Bi-Curious
Relationship Status:Single
Personality: Delilah is very strong in many ways but her mind was always the strongest. She was never easily swayed by the idea’s of mystical creatures existing or the tooth fairy as a child. The perception of fantasy intrigued her and caught most of her interest she could tell you right off the bat that it was downright bullshit. With that Her determination and her purpose is even stronger if she has a set goal she will get it by any means necessary.
Despite being young, Delilah is a very wise and mature person. Having friends who had been through hard times along with having gone through a few hard times herself. Delilah was able to become the “Wise one”. Usually giving advice on what she thinks of the subject or just saying what she thinks.
While she can be a sweetheart at times she can be a bit of an asshole. May it be joking or just being flat out mean she will find a way to be an asshole. Usually this is what got her into trouble as a child and teen.
Delilah is a lone-wolf. Always has been always will be. It’s not she doesn’t like people in fact she like’s them a lot. She just prefers to do things alone,follow her own rules and thoughts. This would cause Delilah’s dad and her to fight and her rebel against what other people think again getting her into trouble.

Habits:Delilah spaces out when overly bored and she bites her knuckle when stressed or thinking
Hobbies: Art! Drawing and painting was her life. Next to drawing was hunting and her favorite thing next to art, Archery.
Fears:

• Getting attached
• losing her bow or her quiver
• being

Likes:

• Archery/sports
• outdoors
• Shadow
• Kevin Hart
• History
• Art

Dislikes:

• Stuck up people
• Authority
• Cats
• Math
• Walkers
• dad

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Archery
• Drawing
• Fighting
• Hunting
• Swimming

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Run really fast
• quick draw
• good with a machete
• setting traps
• no longer fears walkers

Current Supplies:.

• Wears a black tank top, brown leather jacket, camo cargo pants tie/taped to her combat boots and a backpack.
• Bow and quiver
• 25 arrow’s
• Desert Eagle Mark XIX
• 10 .50 AE caliber bullets
• 1 bags of deer jerky
• a black banana
• Machete
• 10 ft old rope
• her old 'Sportsman center T-shirt"

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Your First Walker Encounter:
Delilah walks into Sportsman Center with her black backpack on her back, blue jeans on with a tucked in black shirt with the Sportsman Center logo on the back. Delilah’s boss had given her and her coworkers the week off due to him going to Illinois. He wanted all of his employee back the day after he came back on thursday. During her break, Delilah had gone hunting for a few days’.Problem was she didn’t go to bed until at least 1:30 the night before because of it only to wake up at 5:30 and getting to work at 6 something.

“Yo, boy’s ‘m ‘ere! Sorry ‘m late!” She yells out her country heavy as she walks to the work room putting her backpack down. Delilah noticed something off about how quiet it was and how she hasn’t even been yelled at for being late yet.

“Hale? Jack?” Delilah asks coming out of the break room. By the break room was a rack of hand-held guns that they use in their range to practice shooting. She grabs one and checks it for bullets and thanks to the lazy teens working there it is loaded. Delilah shuts the chamber and turns off the safety.

“Delilah.”The giggle sent a shiver down Delilah’s spine as she turned and saw how crazy looking Hale seemed. Hale was a 20 some year old with a big heart, a fragile mind and the tough macho act that all country boys have. He is different and Delilah had a feeling in her stomach that did not feel good.

“Hale, where’s jack?” She asks her gun pointed at the ground as she got closer to the larger man.

“Hehe follow me.” Hale says in a cheery tone striding down the hallway on the other side of the counter.

The teen followed her coworker with a caution watching his body language as he strides down the hallway. She stayed far behind him as he gets to Jack’s office door and grabs the handle,” Now shh...Jack’s eatin’. You know how he is when he’s hungry.”

Delilah gave Hale a nod as he opened the door and there lying on the floor was Hale’s mother with a horrified expression on her face but her eyes showed no life. The teen gasps when she looks over at Jack eating the older woman.

“H-hale...that’s not Jack!” Delilah says raising her gun ready to fire.

“NO!” Hale yells jumping in front of the gun. “He’s just sick!” He says laughing,”H-he an’ momma are jus’ sick.”

Delilah looks behind Hale feeling her heart stop watching as the man she respected turn and see nothing but a monster. Tears prick her eyes realizing who Jack had his eyes on,”Hale move!”

“NO!! Yer not killin’ ‘em!”

Jack was getting closer. Delilah growls moving around Hale,”Fuck this Jack’s dead already Hale!” She fired her gun sending Jack going backwards.

“You bitch!” Hale roars sending a fist at Delilah she barely dodged it by a hair.

“Hale!” Delilah says backing away.”He was gonna bite ya! I didn’ want ya gettin’ bit!

“Get out before I kill ya!” Hale yells at her tears in his eyes.

“Alright. Alright..” Delilah whispers backing out of the office. “Bye Hale, good luck.”

History Before Outbreak:

Delilah was born and raised in Jessamine county Boondocks by her parents’ Aponi Hunter and Deacon Hunter. Her parents raised her with tough love while letting her act as she was. Her parents told her from a young age she had shown interest in her dad weapons. Specifically his hunting bow. Thus started him teaching her how to survive the forest and to hunt while her mother taught her how to respect the animals and the forest.
Delilah had a generally good childhood of course she got a hard time being part native american and the usual bullying. It hurt her at first but her dad taught her to shake it off and to and I quote “Punch the bastard in the face the get daddy.”
It all changed though at the age of 9 Delilah’s mom had died in a car accident and her dad went into a depression. He was very physically abusive and neglected Delilah. The little girl had her fair share of nights in trees because he would come home drunk or he’d come home with another woman.
When Delilah was 13 she got fed up with him and began fighting back. He punch, she kick, he yelled, she cursed. The girl turned cold but she remained loyal to her father keeping to one thing her dad taught her, always be loyal to your kin. For at least 4 years it went on like this; Get up, go to school, fight someone, go home, do homework, avoid or fight dad, run to forest, then repeat.
At 17 Delilah was hired at a gun store right after graduating high school and moving out of her hell. Well at least she thought she did.

History Since Outbreak:
As soon as she left the center, Delilah had made her way to her small cabin and got all the stuff she needed before running to the forest. She spent 5 months there not really going out of it unless it was to get some girly things. Slowly though the animals started to run out and she had to resort to catching mice and smaller critters
At the one year mark Delilah had to leave the forest because it was beginning to be overrun by walkers. She went back towards her house and when she got there she saw that her 2 story house was now surrounded by tents. Painfully long story short, she ended up being captured by her father’s group. She was stuck in the group for a little over two weeks before she started fighting her father's rule. Delilah ended up being kicked out a month later for killing a man. She left with nearly half their food and her dad's favorite Tactical machete along with her favorite hunting bow.
Six Months later, Delilah is still on her own but at this point she is at the point of just surviving and she has slowly lost her sanity by the silence. She had entered Georgia when she came across a house on a country with a house that had dogs around it. It turned out to be a dog sitters house but she took in all pets. Delilah ended up staying a 6 months helping with the animals until she felt that she had overstayed her welcome. A large black pitbull name Shadow who she had raised from 4 months old followed her to the gates. When She tried to give him to the owners they said to keep him.
Now Shadow and Delilah just wander around surviving and protecting each other. Now they have gone to a town Newman to get some supplies and food. They had just gotten done running from a group of walkers and are beat. They ended up finding refuge in a house only blocks away from the Newman refuge.

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Character Quote:
Look I get it you’re the leader but fer fuck sake can ya take a bit o’ your own advice an’ shut the fuck up?
Theme Song:
Answer to No one
How Many Walkers Have You Killed:
”Lost count after 60 some.”
How Many People Have You Killed:
”2 maybe 3 if ya count Hale.”
Why: ” One tried to steal my shit, another tried ta ‘show me the right way’ an’ Hale...I jus’ left the poor bastard.”
Anything Else:She has a fear of silence

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