Name: Mikaela Smoak

Gender: Female

Age: 21

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Appearance Description: Mikaela clocks in at one hundred twenty-eight pounds and is five feet six inches tall. She has medium shoulder length blonde hair and emerald green eyes. She's usually seen wearing her casual attire, which is just a white shirt with kirby on it, since she's a gaming nerd, blue jeans, and harry potter-esque glasses.

Birthplace: Canada was where she was born, but she moved to Belgium a few years back to attend school.
Former Life: In her spare time, Mikaela made some small games using her small amount of coding knowledge, but she was studying to become a lawyer which involved her moving to Belgium for schooling.

Gear: Leather jacket that she only has to try and pick up people at bars. A small butterfly knife. A mario water bottle.

Skills:
Pre-Zombie outbreak: Gaming, Basic law, Cooking (as long as it wasn't anything fancy), archery which she learned so that she could try and be like Laura Croft, and swimming. She's able to swim for hours and hold her breath underwater for about two and a half minutes.

Post Zombie Outbreak: Mikaela isn't terrible with a knife but she isn't amazing with one either, she became amazing at talking her way out of and sometimes even into a lot of situations, she learned how to set some basic traps for both zombies and terrible human beings which was inspired by Home Alone, and she learned quickly how to sauter and stitch some wounds.

Likes & Dislikes:
Likes: Stuffed animals, comic books, and sleeping in late when she can.
Dislikes: Mushrooms, guns, violence unless necessary.

Personality: Mikaela is a sweet but shy individual. Also if she's with people and she needs help, she'd never ask for it as she'd never want to "bother" anyone. She's adorably nerdy but a little naive at times as well.

Biography: (I hate these by the way....I can't do them justice. If this sucks..I apologize in advance.) Mikaela was born into your typical middle-class family. She had a decent life with many friends, a family who loved her, and was even amazing in school. She was always interested in law, and when an opportunity came up for her to take the course she wanted in Belgium, she immediately jumped on the first plane out without really planning anything. She usually just goes with the flow and it's never steered her wrong before. She has sometimes been defined as closed off but that's because she doesn't like letting people know when she needs help or is feeling emotional, and that has caused some problems.

As soon as the outbreak started, well let's just say Mikaela wasn't really aware. She had the day off school and had been spending her day off relaxing online playing the new Mario Odyssey. It wasn't until she took a break and tried to order pizza to no avail that she became aware of the zombie outbreak. Well, this wasn't the worst thing to happen, but it was second in her mind. So she decided to prepare herself, arming herself with the butterfly knife her dad gave her as a going away gift, her water bottle, her jacket that she looked damn fine in and her backpack, she decided to leave and try to make it out in this world alone, as she knew literally no one in Belgium.

Other: The best song to describe Mikaela is Amaranth by Nightwish, which is found here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ybyU0pdIu4Y Mikaela is also flirtatious, it's more of a defense mechanism than anything, but she is. She'll also only flirt with the same gender now after the outbreak....due to men being...well...scary, least to her.

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Name: Inspector Boudreaux, Dixie Christian Jean
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Ethnicity: French
Appearance Description:
Dixie is an athletic young woman who engages in regular exersise and stretching

• Weight- 64.4 kilo
• Height- 1.7 meters
• Eyes- Bronze Green
• Hair- Dark Alburn shoulder lenght
• Distinguishing features- Pale alabastor skin with freckled cheeks
  Bullet wound left thigh outside 5.6 cm
  Faint knife scar 17.8 cm inside left forearm
  Stab wound 9.4 cm right vertebrochondral ribs 9-8

Birthplace: Le Boreal-76.887153, 168.502962 Antarctica
Former Life: Interpol Inspector
Gear:

• 2-Collapsible Baton
• 2-Collapsible Tonfa
• 1-MAB PA-15 9mm
• 31- 9mmx19 parabellum in two full clips and three empty 15 round clips.
• 1-Consealed Vest
• 1-Trench Coat
• 1-Overnight Backpack with three changes of clothes
• 1-Pair Gore Tex Leather boots
• 1-Satphone
• Tactical Flashlight

Skills:
Pre.

• Criminology
• Forensics
• Savate (Master's level)
• Firearms (light)
• Parkour

Post

• Offensive Driving
• Stealth
• Concealment
• Barricading
• Traps

Likes

• Dancing
• Cooking
• Music
• Exercise

Dislikes:

• Criminals
• Injustice
• Bullies
• Idiots
• Sloppy people or work

Personality:A Driven person since she was able to form sentences Dixie takes after her mother who was the director of the department of entertainment of the Compagnie du Ponant cruise lines. Gentle with most people Dixie is called "La'Belette" (The Weasel) which might sound like an insult but alludes to her determination and might brand her a bulldog in other cultures with sharp and ready teeth.
Blunt at times she can come across a calloused to many as she says what is on her mind without caring if she hurts people around her's feelings.
She dislikes violence but will resort to it without hesitation if she sees no other course.
Biography:Dixie was born aboard the Cruise ship Le Boreal off the coast of Antarctica near McMurdo station. Her mother being an independent woman had sought a donor and decided to raise her daughter without a husband and aboard the ships, she was responsible for.
Homeschooled and exposed to the crew of international where she quickly learned to speak more languages than most other children which made her a darling of the crew and passengers.

Technically raised in French sovereignty Dixie grew up at sea among mostly adults as she and her mother spent their lives at sea sailing the world. There were the passenger children but her friends were mostly adults that took on a patient mentoring the inquisitive young girl. Her mother a major shareholder meant Dixie had access and privilege to portions of the ship and personnel normally off limits.

Dixie's mother early on knew the best way to keep her daughter out of trouble was to pay the crew to act as her tutors in their specialty some as language tutors and that was all. Her mother also saw to it that her daughter show an understanding of etiquette and the classical lessons of Latin, French History from a decidedly Nobility bent point of view.

When the ship made port Dixie was made to attend at least two lectures or escorts at the local art, history, or science museum when available. It was a life of demands but it was also one of romance as only a tightly bonded mother might know with her daughter their trust mutual. "I remember the cliffs of Ice and my 16th birthday; finally, I had returned. Some of the crew believed it seems that one born at sea return to their birth for the sea would call me home.

My mother who was so silly made my return a legendary party, as mythic as any greek creation; I was her moon and her my earth and we were saying goodbye because when we made Brest I was off to school and mother to oversee the launch of the line's new world ship"

Dixie went off to prep school planning to holiday in 8 months with her mother ashore and in Paris; they never met again.

Sole heir to her mother's estates Dixie could have abandoned the scholastic life and become another privileged girl but she instead proved cany as her mother selling off family stock because of a troubling trend then dumping her money in low yield but stable bonds just before the crash thus saving her fortune intact a week before the world tanked it.

Next came her vow that she would continue on her previous course to enter law, mother said finish what you start

Dixie had every intention of finishing with a law degree till she found she had a talent for reading a crime scene and a love for the work. Soon she was hard at work in her new area of interest which amused her because in its odd way a rebellion of her former life and part of that reason was the unshakable feeling her mother's death was not an accident.

She used her mother's death to analyze in detail a potential crime scene and in the end only proved the death an accident and thought many would see it as a failure till her soon to be mentor swooped in.

Her name was Olivia Myers of London and an Interpol inspector who gushed over Dixie's waste of resources and money. Then Olivia snapped her out of it by pointing out the object of investigation was to investigate not prove a crime but a clear picture on which to form a conclusion with little doubt.

That was when Dixie first became attached to Interpol as an Intern as she attended school. her tenure as an intern was much longer than others because of her youth there being an age limit that wouldn't budge. Olivia like her mom didn't cut her any slack and even told her she was hoping the protege that could replace her.

Used to regular exercise aboard ship meant that Dixie eventually made friends with an odd mix of party girls, bookworms, feminists who called themselves the Coven. They were made up of the other girls in Dixie's social class and she at first wasn't all that interested in them till Olivia told her she needed friends her age and girls an maybe boys to make mistakes with.

It was a fun three years and Olivia had proven right interesting as well as educating.

Next came intense training when Olivia got Dixie an instant entry into the academy where Dixie learned to use pistols and submachine guns, her ability at Savate pushed harder than any of her instructors before. At the academy, she met Geoff Leir a young god of a boy barely older than herself who's interests outside were Parkour, girls then academy. It was with her first lover that she learned the art of terrain running and how to appreciate it as a sport. At the academy, she found they had Parkour courses and encouraged cadets to attend and the instructors some of the best at it one even being one of the sports inventors.

Graduating in the top 10 of her class Dixie was soon one of 3 assistants under her mentor Olivia where her hard work and dedication saw Dixie climb quickly to the top

At 21 years old Dixie had to work very hard to earn the respect of her peers as she was 8 years their junior, she did it by exploiting her youth as an infiltration asset in many of those places the older agents would have stood out. She also did not fail to exploit her family connections around the world as well as her personal wealth sometimes funding her own investigation trips.

She was twice decorated for bravery in the line of duty and three times for wounds received but still, her elder colleagues chose to focus on her wealth and station as the only reason Dixie was where she was.

She was in Rotterdam when it all went to hell and she was lucky enough to be traveling by train when she first discovered what she calls a Pandemic but admits it could even be the Rapture as one person she once knew had called it. Trained as an agent against crime Dixie had been trained in biowarfare in case terrorists ever got ahold of any nasty stuff she thought that training lacking two days in.

Since that day so long ago she has survived and even tried to keep others alive with herself.

Other:
Languages

• English
• German
• Spanish
• Russian
• Hausa(Niger)

Name: Arthur Irving
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Ethnicity: White British



Appearance Description: Arthur is pretty big, coming in at 6'4 and 203lbs. He's got dirty blonde hair and light green eyes, as well as a very pale complexion. He's pretty well built and chiselled, having a very low body fat %. Is very noticable in a crowd and even with the apocalypse in front of him, continues to take as good care of himself as possible, looking to keep his formerly expensive clothes well maintained and clean.

Birthplace: Cambridge, England

Former Life: Student on gap year who had not yet attended university

Gear:
- Diamond Rolex Chronograph Watch
- Large amount of jewellery(rings and chains)
- Harmonica
- 2x sets of top brand clothing(Think Gucci-tier)
- Top Brand Packpack
- Expensive bottle of Vodka(quarter drunk)
- Leather gloves
- Water bottle
- Steel Windproof Lighter(fuel half full)
- Switchblade
- Makeshift spear(Broomstick with tip of steel fencing, carries on back)
- Cigarettes
- FN Five Seven with 5 rounds remaining.

Skills:

Pre-Apocalypse:
- Athleticism(Arthur played a number of sports and is ridiculously athletic. Has an extremely high jump, is an above average runner and is very strong)
- Focus
- Analysis
- Engineering
- Fighting(not a martial artist but can throw hands with other people well)

Post Apocalypse:
- Bladed weapon usage
- Time management
- Stamina
- Basic First Aid
- Observation

Likes:
- Himself
- Challenges
- Thrills
- Music
- Making things
- Sports
- Luxury

Dislikes:
- Demotivated people
- People who dislike him
- The weak
- Bad smells
- Getting dirty
- Having his actions questioned

Personality: The shortest way to describe Arthur is a spoiled, insensitive, childish, narcissistic asshole. He's a pretty nasty person who has no problem fighting people, he doesn't see an issue with pushing someone down to push himself forward and he's not supportive of people, he doesn't go out of his way to help anybody and he only really cares about himself. He has severe attitude and mental problems that have been unsolved due to his upbringing and these hinder his interaction with other people immensely given that he thinks lesser of everyone around him and doesn't hesitate to share any of his thoughts at any given time. However, he is not a negative person in his attitude, often maintaining a positive demeanour for all the wrong reasons, as he has enjoyed the zombie apocalypse believing it to be a challenge that God has sent down for him to defeat and believes that himself and anyone who follows him will survive it given that he is, well, himself. He is not a team player by any means and does not believe that other people can do anything to him, leading him to get into bad situations with others. One notable fact is that he has a vile temper that whilst not instant can be set off quickly.

Biography:
Arthur was born in Cambridge to an upper class, wealthy family. His father was a wealthy businessman and his mother was a lawyer, so it led to a fairly distant upbringing. His parents thought that to compensate for the lack of presence in his life, they should spoil him and this ended up building his unreal arrogance. The lack of interaction also meant that he turned to books and the internet, becoming more of a recluse in his early school years despite his personality being the polar opposite of the stereotype.

He rapidly changed throughout the years, listing too many different phases to mention. Being an egomaniac did have the perks, as he definitely wished to not be shown up and proved wrong, so he was constantly striven to be the best at everything he did. He was a standout person all in all, and whilst not popular in the sense of having many friends, he was definitely popular in the sense that people did have a respect for him, however bizarre he was.

Before long, Arthur ended up in his hometown university. He however wanted to branch out from education, seeing it as a shackle that had mostly been holding him his entire life from experimenting and seeing what was beyond the world of the curriculum so he took a gap year. This came in many forms, whether it was music, fashion design, sports, art, writing or even poetry. One thing that he had always wanted to do was travel however, so he had set himself up for a road trip throughout Europe.

His road trip began smoothly. He began his journey in Poland, and went along the way to the Belgian border before everything kicked off. This was however the beginning of a problem for most but not for Arthur. Rumours of the walkers had spread across the continent as quickly as people were being infected, and before long, Arthur found himself in the thick of it with nothing but what he had brought with him, with no way to contact his family, friends or associates. He however, did not see this as a problem. His perception on the situation was that he would survive because he was simply better than those who had fell to the virus. Even despite his twisted mentality, he managed to survive by working with other people much to his discontent

Other: Is an exceptionally talented musician. Is also quite devoutly religious

Name: Astrid Reynolds
Gender: Female.
Age: 23
Ethnicity: British
Appearance Description:
Birthplace: Durham, England, she had visited Belgium with a few friends as a graduation trip
Former Life: engineering graduate
Gear:

• Travelling backpack
• pocket knife
• tactical Hatchet
• Canteen
• small first aid kit
• small set of tools
• multi tool

Skills:
Pre-Apocolypse

• Physics
• Heavy machine repair
• Electrical knowledge
• drawing
• Mathmatics
  
  Post apocolypse
• Knot tying
• Lock picking
• Melee weapon experience
• Basic water purification
• Fire Starting

Likes

• Staying busy
• books on physics
• salvaging parts

Dislikes

• killing
• small talk
• surprises

Personality:
Sarcastic, Passionate, Perceptive, Mellow, Introverted

Biography: Astrid was born in Durham england to a one parent household where she lived with her mom and older sister. Life was rough and there were ups and downs just like any family. Her mother worked frequently,so she was mostly raised by her sister. while her mother WAS in the picture, she could not be a mother all the time. Astrid never faulted her for that. Even though her sister had been been the one to raise her, she realised growing up at an early age was necessary. During her adolescent years,she mostly kept to herself reading and studying, which led to discovering a love for space and the space shuttles that explore them.

She had always had a fondness for space crafts, How they work, what resources they use to fly, the distances they have to travel. She was determined to have her dream. She developed a knack for things like taking apart household items to see how they worked, of couse it goes without saying she has broken more than her fair share of electronics trying to put them back together. Most of her teenage years were spent studying physics, repair on electrical appliances like generators and other things. When the end of her highschool years came, the only thing she had on her mind was to try out for one of the space programs, but fate had something else in store for her. One of her highschool teachers coerced her into going to college to get a degree in engineering and then try out for the various programs. With all of her skills and knowledge, it still was not enough to divert the fact that there was no way she could afford college. Her family could afford basic necessities, but the cost of college may as well have been out of the question. She would not let her dream end there, so spending the next four months getting the money through various scholarships with the help of her mother and sister were of little consequence to her.

College Graduation, she would have never guessed she would be here, even with all the work she had put in. At times she wanted to quit, the endless hours of studying, the relentess math classes, science classes, and other classes. It would have been enough to drive the most mentally stable person insane. Regardless, she made it and even managed to gain entrance into a program. The people she met and learned with, experienced with, had been there the entire way. To celebrate, they had planned a trip down to Belgium for a few days as a graduation present. It was going to be the trip of a lifetime, at least that was how one of her friends had put it. At least that was what it was supposed to be, yet those few days had turned from good to bad to horrible. It started with the quarantine and escalated from there. Half the things the news was reporting, she could not even begin to comprehend, half the footage from the prompters were unbelieveable.

Cannibals roaming the streets, eating anything or anyone unlucky enough to get into their path. People who were seemingly dead rising only to attack the living. Those few days turned into weeks as Astrid and her what had been left of her group tried to survive. Weeks turned into months as her small group had become even smaller, until she was the only one left. She wandered aimlessly for weeks until she had been picked up by a group of survivors who had let her stick around. (I know this is going to suck, so please let me know if I should change anything)
Other:
Mother-Unknown
Father-Unknown
Sister-Unknown

Name:
Leeroy McConnell

Gender:
Male

Age:
28

Ethnicity:
Caucasian

Appearance Description:
Leeroy stands at 5'10" with a thin build. He has numerous scars, mostly on his legs and arms. Despite his practicality, he wears his bomber jacket at all times.

Birthplace:
Spokane, Washington, United States

Former Life:
"Used to be a tradesman. Then I did odd jobs. I guess that makes me funemployed."

Gear:
Shortened Pinch Point Bar (3.5 ft)
2x Shiv
Hand-crank Flashlight
Large Backpack
Large Metal Bottle
The Ed Gein Special: 2x Pork'n'Beans
Can Opener
Claw Hammer
Metal File
Box of 50 Nails (23 left)
Small Tarp (6ft x 6ft)
30ft Rope
Assorted Tapes (Duct, Hockey, Grip)

Skills:
Pre-Apocalypse
Inventive
Quick Thinking
Good Craftsman
Fast Learner
Wide General Knowledge

Post-Apocalypse
Survivalism
DIY
Dismantling Objects
Adapting to Dangerous Situations
Carrying Heavy Loads

Likes & Dislikes:
Being alive
Practicality
Creating things
Hoarding things
Stubborn people
Risk-taking
The mental ramifications of death
Wasting supplies

Personality:
Leeroy is, at his core, a survivor. He's willing to do anything to survive. While his morality is a huge moral grey zone, he still has shreds of human decency and will help others, so long as it doesn't put him in too much danger. Adaptivity is another one of Leeroy's strong suits; his thinking is always fast. Even if it's not the most optimal solution, Leeroy can quickly solve problems. He has a rather big soft spot for dark humor. It helps him cope with the sense of dread that goes along with an apocalypse.

Biography:
Born in Spokane, Leeroy was like any other Spokanite; he wanted to leave that city. But, Leeroy never had the opportunity to leave when he was young. He was never blessed with money. His father barely made ends meet. His mother was absent; his parents had been divorced since he was only a baby. Despite this, Leeroy made his time in Spokane as entertaining as he could. He was resourceful enough to find what little the city had to offer him.

As he graduated high school, his options were limited. Money for college simply wasn't there. As such, he went into trades. His career constantly shifted. From welder to painter to carpenter, Leeroy did it all. He slowly saved his money to move away from Spokane, a dream he had since he was a teenager. But, years later, his career turned upside down. A drunk driver had managed to push Leeroy off the road and directly into a tree. According to the doctors, it was a miracle that he survived. For the money he saved, it was a less than a miracle. The crash decimated his savings. His dream of moving away from Spokane was dead. However, rather than giving up, Leeroy considered it a fresh start. He would simply have to try harder.

During his two years of odd jobs and penny pinching, he met a Flemish girl online. They hit it off and after two years of conversations, they made the decision to meet each other. He got on a plane and flew to Brussels where the two would meet. After arriving, shit began to go down. Those things began to rise. They hid away in the girl's home and prayed that it would just blow over.

It didn't.

It was to Leeroy's surprise when the girl vanished. She left a note apologizing, but that was it. She just left during the night. Leeroy was on his own. As Brussels fell, Leeroy adapted. He was always resourceful. He began to collect things. Anything that would be useful. He managed to acquire his gear from a hardware store. He dismantled anything that was useless in this new world - damaged cars, televisions, computers - and made tools out of them. Anything he needed to survive. He read some books on the outdoors. Things to eat and whatnot. The things themselves were dreadful. Leeroy, thankfully, only had a few choice encounters with them. He always avoided swarms. He was going to survive through this. He wasn't going to die.

Other:
He has two hideouts. One containing nothing but dismantled garbage, the other containing somewhat useful materials and tools that are too risky to carry with him. Both are only accessible by the fire escape.

Song, of course its this song



Ethnicity:
Dutch
Appearance Description:
Koen has weathered features, weathered away by the wind and the salt of the sea. His pale green eyes the color of evergreen needles on a winters day. His hair is a bright blond, with a long beard, almost giving the impression of a Viking, to complete that image he stands at 6'4" and has strong arm muscles from the daily rope work.

Birthplace:
Amsterdam, Netherlands
Former Life:
Koen was a sailor, at his work and in his past time. At work he worked for a ferry service based in Antwerp. In his off time he sailed around the world in his Bellone, a schooner.

Gear:
On his person,
backpack; 2 Water bottles, Assorted cans of food, tool kit, rope, and Loose pistol 5.7x28mm ammo.(around 60 rounds), maps
Pockets; wallet with €50(about $60) pack of gum and keys to the Bellone, multitool.
Other, FN five seven pistol, 2 mags. (20 Round)
Wearing Peacoat, Shirt, pants, boots, large backpack.

Pre-Apocalypse
Sailing,
navigation
Language(English Dutch, French)
Repair
Understanding of nature
Post-Apocalypse
Scavenging
Smooth talking
Attention to detail
Escaping
Camouflage/hiding

Likes & Dislikes:
Likes, the open sea, honesty, honor, mornings, alcohol.
Dislikes, laziness, snobs, blind followers, unnecessary violence.
Personality: Long voyages alone have turned Koen into a quiet man, yet he is an extrovert, and seeks a trustworthy group. But he would much rather be with the Bellone then a large group.
Biography: Koen was born in Amsterdam, the son of a cargo ship crewman, at the age of 5 they moved to Brussels for his father to work in the company office. When he moved out Koen seeked the ocean that his father braved and so he got work with the ferry service, after saving enough money he bought the wreaked Bellone, fixed her up, and moved in.
He has lived in Bellone for the last 4 years and in those four years traveled to America and Asia, before returning to work. Bellone is as much a part of Koen as his family is.

Post-apocalypse Bio
Koen ran out of stocked food and water about a month in, with that he ventured ashore cautiously to find food, water, and hopefully a weapon. After 2 months Koen found that it was too dangerous to keep the Bellone moored so he sailed her out into the harbor and anchored her, taking her rowboat to shore and hiding it under a tarp. A month ago Koen had cleared the port and port authority buildings, in the PA buildings he had found an armory but found it mostly raided. Having cleared out the surrounding area, and seeing very little life in Antwerp, Koen drove to Brussels to hopefully find civilization, and supplies.
Other: The Bellone has supplies locked onboard. (Medical supplies, fuel, sailing supplies, think a ship ready for a month of sailing, also a large stash of whiskey)

Name: Lucas T. Stromberg

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Appearance Description: Standing 6'6" and weighing a little over 220 Lbs. with an athletic build, Lucas is a strong young man with several scars across his body and a large scar that travels from his right temple to the back of his skull. As well as several tattoos, the largest or which spans across his entire back. The image of a skeleton with angelic wings holding a flaming spear that has a snake coiled around it with the words "Do Know Harm" written underneath it.

Birthplace: Oslo, Norway

Former Life: Paramedic

Gear:
1x 1 gallon canteen
1x fire axe
1x fire fighter helmet
1x Hiking back pack with misc. junk and food
1x all weather black trench coat
1x Small medical bag with antibiotics and pain killers

Skills:
Before –
Can speak Norwegian, English, and French
Advanced Medical skills
Problem Solver
Keen eye
Strong Composure

After –
Lucas:
Scavenger
Stealth

Dave:
Improviser

Joe:
Survivalist
Melee Fighter

Likes & Dislikes:
+Hot food
+Star gazing
+This new chaotic world
+Killing
+Singing

-Hot days
-losing his gear
-Thief’s
-The dead
-Thunder Storms

Personality: Lucas is or was a good man with a single driven purpose to help and care for others, now with his multiple personalities he’s… weird. Lucas is normally calm, collected, and tends to be helpful. Currently he can speak English and Norwegian, and otherwise seems normal other than the slight conversations he has with himself.

Dave is a character, adventurous, reckless, and a bit rude he tends to be more talkative. Constantly trying to make others laugh if he can while at times intentionally harming himself to make others smile. However, he has been known to be a bit crazy and has done things most would not call sane. Dave can speak Norwegian and French.

Joe is quiet and reserved, rarely will he speak and rarer still will he smile. He is stern, cold, and selfish only ever looking out for himself and is a bit more primal or instinctual than the other personalities. He will communicate with hand gestures but otherwise speaks Norwegian.

Biography: Lucas can’t remember anything about his life before his 14th birthday, when he was 23 he was in a bad car wreck while on the way to his friend’s apartment. Who knew alcohol and driving on a stormy night was a bad idea. He spent 3 months in the hospital in a coma and another two months in physical therapy. Eventually his new personality’s and other issues became apparent. Voices, and headaches plagued him to the point that they put him in a mental institution for his own safety.

Before this he was in Belgium with a scholarship to be a paramedic and was training while also staying at a small fire station. He was getting some on the job experience while also going to school. Lucas was almost done with his schooling even preparing to go home for a visit with his new girlfriend, Sasha. It’s funny, how a series of bad decisions can culminate into a near death experience and then having everyone you know and love abandon you in a mental ward.

When the world came burning down around them, with the virus, dead, and riots, he was well aware that being locked in the hospital was a death trap. And so, while a few nurses were discussing what to do he was able to convince a few of the ones that were nice to him that letting them out was a good idea. That keeping them locked in these rooms would be cruel, that they deserved a chance just like they did. After that they let some of them out, the ones like Lucas who could care for themselves. He left that place and disappeared into this new chaotic world. He knows he has family, but he doesn’t know where and really doesn’t care too much, all he’s trying to do now is simple, survive.

Other: Has family somewhere but otherwise has a soft spot for children and dogs. it should also be noted that when talking Lucas has a deep voice, where Dave has a more high-pitched voice, and Joe is more monotone.

Name: Monica White

Gender: sexually identifies as an attack helicopterFemale

Age: We'll say like... 29.

Ethnicity: American

Appearance Description:

Birthplace: California

Former Life: Cardiologist

Gear: She's holed up in a hospital, so probably anything you'd find there. IV's, Saline, scalpels, that kind of stuff. But very little food. However, the hospital has zombies on most of the other floors, so I'm thinking to get to those supplies, you'll have to get through the zombies. If this seems like too much, let me know.

Skills: Pre: First aid, Diagnostics(Medical), Medical knowledge in general, Good memory, Vast knowledge of the heart and blood vessels.
Post: Scavenging, High Running Speed, Strong legs, Stealth,

Likes & Dislikes: Likes: Saving lives, Spicy food, Science
Dislikes: People who think they know everything, Party Poopers, People who are just assholes in general, Edgy people.

Personality: Sarcastic, but puts others before her.

Biography: Monica was born to a fairly normal family, and had an almost normal family. Her mother had heart problems around her 10th year (Monica's, not her mom's 10th year. Talk about a baby momma). Monica, constantly worried about her mother, took an early interest in biology. Her father, a Marine, was on tour...Somewhere. She never did find out. Once her college years came around, she took the opportunity to Major in Biology, with an emphasis on Cardiology. The years were expensive and toiling, and the years flew by through medical school.

Her mother passed due to a severe heart attack not a week after she got her Ph.D, and Monica was left alone, with nothing but a piece of paper, and a father who's off fighting who knows what, who knows where. Rather than breaking down and giving up, Monica was inspired to complete her medical training to make sure that nobody else had to be in the situation she was in.

One fateful day, she received a call from her father. He was in Belgium, of all places. He couldn't say why, But he was allowed to tell her where he was now. Ecstatic to hear from her father, she decided to move to Belgium, and found a job as a cardiologist in a local hospital. Things were... Different here. For starters, she had to learn French, but if that's what it took to meet her father after all these years. Things went by fast, but her father was nowhere to be found.

Then on another fateful day, things were quiet. Too quiet. The hospital felt... Empty. Then, outta left field, Several hundred people were rushed into the hospital, all sharing the same symptoms. Apparently there was some sort of outbreak. Despite her best efforts, this mystery disease kept getting worse. The patients eventually became aggressive and delusional, and their skin seemed to be... almost rotting. Because of this, many of the floors were on lockdown, and doctors and nurses were given keys to unlock the doors.

It would be about another week before the news reported some sort of outbreak. People were eating each other, and apparently they weren't staying dead. Then she remembered the mystery disease patients. This place was full of them, wasn't it? This turned out to be true, and all floors were locked down and barricaded. Monica, and about 6 other people were all stuck in the hospital, to an extent. They weren't physically trapped, more Scared Shitless and frozen in fear trapped.

Over the course of the next six months, everyone but Monica had succumbed to the virus, or been killed. Usually both. Monica would spend her days scavenging what she could from the surrounding areas, and she learned to avoid all encounters that she could. She would also trade her medical services in exchange for supplies. This usually worked in her favor, but she has had a few rude people come a-knockin', whom she would try and scare off with some made up drug names, saying stuff like "It'll shut down your kidneys and you'll die in days."

And then there is today. It's another day, and she's low on food again. Perhaps she'll meet a few people willing to trade, or perhaps she'll have to step out into the open again. As the groaning of the undead can scarcely be heard above her, she contemplates her decision.

Other: She has a singular strawberry plant growing in the hospital.