"Name is Gemma Taylor Mitchell. Most call me Sgt. Maj. Mitchell, though. Friends call me 'Shadow'. You'll understand why when I turn."

Female

Heterosexual

27

"Currently single, and sort of plan to be for a while. I don't want any distractions, but I know that things happen unexpectedly.. I will just be cautious to enter into any relationship."

"I stand at a whopping 5'11" and weigh 154 lbs, sporting an athletic build. I have dark brown hair with highlighted ends, and golden-brown eyes to match them. I have slightly bigger hands than the average woman.. always hated that about me, honestly, but tend to come in handy more often than not. My lips are thin and pale, while my skin is sun-kissed and remains clear until around that time of the month in which I break out in small areas on my face. I've got a bit of a Mexican / Native American look to me, and if you heard my name before seeing my face, you'd think you were meeting the wrong person."

"I can be found wearing my Marine uniform, usually, but sometimes I like to be in something a little more comfortable. For my civilian outfit, I wear a white v-neck undershirt with my gray sweatshirt and brown bomber jacket over it, and thick black jeans with dark brown boots to go with the jacket. And my aviator glasses. Can't forget those, haha. I also have a concealed Ka-Bar in my jacket at all times."

"As far as scars, tattoos, and other things go - well, let's see.. I've got quite a few scars, ranging from gunshot wounds, to stab wounds, to old scars from my childhood that cannot actually be seen anymore due to a tattoo now covering them up. I was a very emotionally disturbed child, back in the day, and took it upon my own free will to physically harm myself when my life began to head south. A tattoo of a black wolf now hides those ugly scars on my right thigh. On both feet, I have wolf paws tattooed on. I've always felt a close, sort of 'native connection' to wolves and have seen myself as one for as long as I can remember. A lone wolf, at that. When surrounded by those I love, there isn't anything I wouldn't do for them. Many other reasons I can relate to wolves, besides the fact I can shift into one. Right over my heart, I've got my family tree growing out of it. Crows fleeing from the half barren tree, a sort of symbol for the 'family' that left me behind those many moons ago. On each of my forearms, I have a quote surrounding a ship's wheel and an anchor that reads 'Be the one to guide me but never hold me down'. Each shoulder of mine is covered with black raven wings, and between those resides a tattoo of a small Irish Claddagh just under the base of my neck. As for jewelry and accessories, I wear aviators when out running errands or traveling outdoors. Around my neck, I have a paper crane necklace that my youngest brother picked out for me a long time ago. I never take it off. They accompany my dog tags. The ring I wear on my right ring finger is an old ring of my mom's that was actually the engagement ring from my father. They never married, but I kept it after she passed as a reminder of the love I never got to see them in, as a child."

"My friends joke around and say I've got the fur color that matches my heart. Assholes. Haha. I've got black fur and deep red eyes, along with a few jagged scars that run down the length of the left side of my face, from ear down to my lower jaw at an angle. Cutting practically across the cheekbone. Got a bit too close with a grizzly one time. Happened when I was still human, and a civilian."

[+] Running around in her other form
[+] Finding new survivors to bring to Twin Peaks
[+] Providing for the people she is in charge to protect
[-] Unruly people who can't listen to reason
[-] Those who'd seak to destroy their safe haven and take it for themselves
[-] Judgemental people who steer wide and clear from her because of what she is

Guy Mitchell - Father - 3-years-ago
Mary Mitchell - Mother - 3-years-ago
Jenny Mitchell - Sister - 3-years-ago
Mason Mitchell - Brother - 1 1/2-years-ago

I don't have any actual family still with me. I lost them a couple years back.

- Beretta M9
- Black AK47
- MB04D Metal Bolt Action Type 22

Gemma came from a middle-class family who loved her dearly. She had parents who tried to give her other two siblings and herself everything they could ever need. Her older brother and younger sister were what she felt were the 'favored' children of the litter, but she made a name for herself all her own throughout both school and Basic Training, then on to the real deal. Gemma quickly grew to love the life of the USMC and took major pride in her newfound family. It didn't take long to make friends or jump up through the ranks. The military had an idea of what was coming before the PSA was made. Although they were well-informed, there was nothing that could have prepared them for what came. When the infection hit hard, Gemma brought her family with her when her squad took it upon themselves to begin to try clearing as many dead as they could. They traveled quite a few states before they all got wiped out, either by the dead or catching the sickness as well. Both her parents and her sister were taken from her during that time. Her brother and her alone stayed afloat for many months until some raiders ran into them. Gemma barely escaped with her life. Her brother told her to shift and run for it or neither of them was going to make it. As much as she didn't want to, she knew he was right, so she did what she was told. After losing her brother, she went off to find her friends from the service, Harper and Riddick. Now at Twin Peaks with them both, she serves as one of the few sentinals at the safe haven. She wants to find the bastards who killed her brother but feels too great a duty to protect the people at Twin Peaks.

There's not really much else to tell, honestly..

"Cian 'Styx' Quinn. Can't get much simpler than that, am I right?"

Male

"Whatever floats your boat."

30

"Many, but uhh, Cassidy and I more so than the rest. She's a feisty one."

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Peter James Dempsey

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Heterosexual

24

"Nope."

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Cassandra Mae Jeffreys

Female

Bi-Sexual

21

"Styx and I screw around but it's nothing serious. Neither he nor I could really care for each other. He's a major asshole."

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Rhaeger Crosse

Male

Heterosexual

33

"Yeah, I have many." Rhaeger chuckles and nudges Styx in the shoulder, Styx echoing Rhaeger's laugh.

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My name may be Theodore but everyone calls me Theo. Only people who want to piss me off call me Theodore.

Male

Heterosexual

25

Currently single by personal choice. I find it hard to trust people that I just meet.

I have blonde hair and bright blue eyes. I work out very frequently so I am great shape. I usually always wear cammo pants and a black shirt with my hiking steel toed boots. I also have a necklace with my dog tags from the Army and my family crest with it.

Everyone says I would be perfect to live in the snowy mountains from my fur color. I have bright white fur and bright blue eyes to show me as an Omega. I do have a scar along my nose and up to below my eye. Its noticeable but I don't like talking about it.

* Deep down is always a Loner
* Never knew how to trust people fully
* Usually have my head in a book when I am in public
* I can talk to others but I do what I can never to get too close

* I have a foul mouth... I can't help but let them slip out not matter how hard I try.
* I had a hard time following orders from my Commanding Officers if my plan is better then theirs'.

+ Reading Fantasy/Mystery stories
+ Zombie Movies/Video Games
+ Rock Music
+ Always enjoy shooting guns at the range or hunting
- Opera Music
- Romantic Movies
- Bright color clothes (on myself)
- fighting when in wolf form (I have a hard time holding back in wolf form)

Maria Riddick - Mother - Was killed by an enemy pack on my 18th birthday
Vladimir Riddick - Father - was killed by an enemy pack on my 18th birthday

Jasmine Riddick - younger sister - I haven't seen my sister since the attack. She was taken by the enemy pack...she could be dead by now but I still have hope.

Yang - He was my military drug dog that was always at my side no matter what. I saved him to help keep me alive emotionally. If anything were to happen to him, I would never live with myself

Shay - I found her when she was a baby. She fell out of her nest and left by her parents. I raised her and taught her how to fly again. She scouts ahead in the woods to look for other wolves or even zombies. She usually is rested on my shoulder if I do not need her help.

Military P90 with a silencer that I got to keep after my time in the Army. I have 4 magazines that I keep on me in case of zombies.

Family sword passed down after my parents were killed. I saved it with me so it would protect me.
Bowie Knife kept on his hip
9mm Glock on his other hip.

When I was younger I had everything I could have ever wanted in life. My family was the leader of a small pack of wolves. My father spent time in the Army as an officer until I was 17 years old when he revived an Honorable discharge. On my 18th birthday...everything changed for the worse. In the middle of the night, my parents were killed and my sister was kidnapped by a rouge pack of wolves. I had experienced my first change that night in a fit of pure rage where I became an Omega from that day on. I ran off to the military not long after when they learned I went through the change. I was drafted to work with drug sniffing dogs along the border until I received my honorable discharge at the age of 26 at the rank of Major. But then the zombies came... I had moved up to Colorado when the outbreak happened when I learned about other people like me surviving in an old Asylum. I knew if I went out alone in a time like this, it would be certain death.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HCBPmxiVMKk] Jekyll and Hyde- Five Finger Death Punch

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aasac_OXNDk Wrong Side of Heaven - Five Finger Death Punch

*sigh* Victoria Bastion Helixarious, but “Vic” is fine unless you are a glutton for word punishment or some shit.

Um…female, you damn idiot.

How about, who the fuck cares with a side of I sure as hell don’t, m’kay?

Old enough you dumb shit. *sigh* Fine, I don’t know, 22? 23? I ain’t getting any younger though...

None that I know of or care to know of.

You can’t figure it out just by looking at me? Wow, you’re a winner for sure. But anyway, I’m a tom-boyish tall bitch with a slender body, small breasts, and slightly stocky thighs, which apparently were inherited from my mother. Lucky me. Although I did get her green eyes so there’s that. *shrug* And I’m sure you’ve already noticed a few tribal tatts, fantasy art, and some miscellaneous shit covering my arms and shoulders, of course there’s others in well-hidden places that you wish your cheeky perverted mind could ponder. Clothing? I don’t know, I guess it would be considered “street wear”, like jeans, t-shirt, and boots. And don’t even get me started on hair...it’s a hot mess and hasn’t been brushed in forever. But, you know what? I’m not here to impress anyone so shut the fuck up about it.

○ Animal lover - because no one else understands her
○ Sarcastic nature - helps to alleviate boredom and hide her true feelings.
○ Addictive behavior - There’s a vice for every occasion.
○ Anxious - “Someone shut my brain off for fuck’s sake!”
○ Liberal Views - That mouth seems to have no filter attached.
○ Forceful - When the going gets tough, push back and push harder.
○ Perfectionist - Just when you think it’s right...it’s not.
○ Paranoid - “They’re coming to take me away, ha! Ha!”.
○ Sore Loser - “Shut up, I didn’t want to play your stupid game anyway!”.

○ Draws random doodles on any piece of paper or the walls, and always carries a pen, pencil, or marker to facilitate this habit.
○ Compulsively interrupts people talking to interject something unrelated just for shits.
○ Makes up lies about unimportant things.
○ Can spend an hour or more sitting on the toilet reading comic books, and has been known to fall asleep doing so.

[+] Seems to get along better with kids than adults
[+] Drawing and painting with the blood and bones of her foes! *sadistic laugh*...or, perhaps with conventional medium. *yawn*
[+] Drinking games
[+] Cars
[-] Hypocrites
[-] Losing at drinking games, or any game for that matter
[-] Absolutely hates child abusers

○ Maria Helixarious (Mother) - no idea where she is.
○ Alex (Father?) - no idea who he was, and pretty sure he’s dead anyway.
○ Bradley (Brother) - presumably dead, but unconfirmed

German Shepard, retired K9 Unit dog

○ Native American tomahawk Although she has no idea where it came from...
○ REMINGTON 870 short barrel shotgun Easier to hit a target since her aim sucks
○ Pepper Spray - In yo face mutha fucka!
○ Butterfly knife - Because who doesn’t like butterflies?
○ Brass Knuckles - It just hurts more

“I’m sorry, were you talking to me?”

The dark-haired girl sat in the corner of the room, black charcoal from the willow stick covered her hands and sweaty face as she busily sketched images of fantastical beasts, wolves, and other creatures of the night on the wall in the small room she called her “cage”. Various mythological tattoos adorning her upper body made it difficult to tell where her olive-colored skin ended and the black tank top started as she sat cross legged on the cold floor in a tattered pair of red and black flannel pajama bottoms.

“I-I don’t know much about my past…” She finally said, brushing locks of short, unkempt hair out of her eyes. “Actually, yeah I do, but I won't fucking tell you. So there.” Her voice seemed almost whimsical as she spoke, as though she rather enjoyed toying with people who asked too many questions. “Fine...maybe I’ll tell you just enough so you’ll go away…”

Vic let out a long sigh and continued, tapping her toes to a beat in her head...

“In west Philadelphia born and raised, On the playground was where I spent most of my days, Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool, and all shootin’ some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys who were up to no good, started makin’ trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, She said, ‘You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air.’ “

She smirked to herself. “Fuck, okay okay, so those were the lyrics to the Fresh Prince of Bel Air...not actually my life. But what difference does it make to you?”

The girl threw the charcoal stick on the floor. “OKAY! FINE!” She swiveled her body and slumped hard against the wall she’d been drawing on, leaning her head back and closing her eyes as she let her voice drop a bit. “So I’ll tell you the real story you persistent prick...”

“I wasn’t even born in this country, but my mother had a fucked up fling going on in South Africa with some military asshole, getting her sorry ass knocked up, and having me.” She paused for a moment as her lip quivered a bit. “And...my younger brother, who was probably the best and only friend I’d had growing up. Long story short, my mother took us to the states a few years later and tried to raise us, but clearly failed miserably since both my brother and I ended up bouncing from one damn orphanage to another.”

The girl laughed almost hysterically to keep herself from crying...or breaking something. “And can I tell you, buck-o, that the foster care system in this country sucks royal cock? I mean, we must have run away like a dozen times only to end up back in a system that couldn’t contain us anyway.”

Victoria stared blankly across the room for a few moments, wiping the few tears that welled up and ran down her blackened cheeks, leaving streaks in it’s wake.

“Aaaand then all this infection shit happened. Governments couldn’t help us, the child care system was a joke, and through all the chaos my brother Bradley and I were split up never to see one another again. I fell in with all kinds of sorry groups, most of which were so strung out on drugs and alcohol that they either didn’t know there was an infection spreading or they didn’t care. Apathy suddenly replace any kind of reasonable thinking in this fucked up world.”

She slowly stood up, stretching her legs and arms before continuing.

“ ‘Safe Havens’ they called them, or so I heard through the ramblings of addicts. Now, don’t get me wrong, I partook in all kinds of shit that should have killed me already, but I’m clean now...well, sort of...but, but, stop trying to change the fucking subject!”

The girl shook her head as she crossed her arms and paced back and forth across the small room.

“And then there’s whispers of this ‘infection’ causing some kind transformation...like, like a werewolf. Yeah, I know, shut up, it sounds stupid but...maybe there’s some truth, yeah? So, now I’m here in the middle of butt-fuck Colorado at one of those ‘Safe Havens’ I mentioned earlier, and I think everyone in this dump is bat shit crazy!”

A sudden knock came to the door, followed by a female child’s voice. “Vic?...are you okay?” Before a reply could come however, the door opened and a dark-skinned girl no more than ten years of age peeked her head through. “Um…I just wanted to let you know that I’m helping the mess hall team make brownies later and thought you’d like to come by.”

“Hmmm...yeah, let's see, I’m busy with…things right now, okay?”

“ ‘Things’...right.” The little girl said with a smirk as she shook her head. “So who were you talking to before I walked in?” Her eyes grew wide. “You don’t have a boy hiding under your bed do you, because you know that’s forbid-”

“What? Hell no!...” Vic stood there with her mouth agape for a moment, darting her eyes around the room before a large smile spread across her face.

“Eh, I was...talking to myself. Apparently…”

My name is Jace Slaven. You might have heard someone call me Jay, but that was probably an ex-girlfriend or two.

Male

Straight

24

I don’t have a girlfriend or anything like that right now. Not too many options anymore, now that I’m around my own kind.

Didn’t you take a picture? I have dirty blond hair, hazel eyes. I don’t wear much jewelry, unless you count my pyrite stone necklace. Why? For protection and good health. I never take it off.

I’m usually wearing a tank top or tee and some loose fit pants. I like to be comfortable-and effective. Tight clothes restrict you and are hard to shed when you’re transforming. Being barefoot and in loose clothes? Much easier and quicker. I wear boots or sandals when absolutely necessary though.

When I transform I have a tan, almost gold coat. Dark, almost brown around my blood red eyes, shoulders, and back. But from my jaw down, you’ll find patches of even lighter fur.

-Unnecessarily stubborn, though will change opinions abruptly (and frustratingly) at times
-Short attention span
-Physically expressive, regardless of good or bad intentions
-Oddly loyal to select few
-Playful
-Will go along with things so long as he's having a good time or has something to gain

-Loves to break rules for no reason
-Loves to hit people and objects, though he pulls his punches
-Unless he’s relaxing, he is instead always moving; bouncing in place, dancing about, or chewing something to pieces.

+Embracing the “wolf side”
+Having a good time (by his standards)
+Hitting things
+Physical activity
-People pretending, especially if they’re pretending to be strong or trustworthy
-Acting like a human for too long
-Hiding or suppressing his wolf traits
-Talking about the past, regardless of the topic
-Talking too much about the future
-Waiting

Vincent Slaven - Father - ???
Sharon Slaven - Mother - 11 years ago

Kell Slaven - Older brother - 25

Did I mention I like to hit things?