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Name:
Emanuel Newman
Aliases:
Most people call him Manny
Age:
71 years old
Birthday:
March 22
Ethnicity:
Partial Mexican and Partial Caucasian
Birth Place:
Daytona, Florida
Location:
Manny was at Tampa Bay Florida
Gender:
Male
Major/Minor:
(DDS) Doctor of Dental Surgery, (BDent) Bachelor of Dentistry, (DMSc) Doctor of Medical Science, several liberal arts degrees with little relevance to the workforce
Occupation:
Manny worked primarily as an Oral surgeon on the verge of retirement.
Languages:
English, And extremely minimal Spanish.

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Height:
6'1"
Weight:
154 lbs (Pre end of the world 216)
Build:
Manny has a build that looked like it was fairly strong, but has been slowly depleted.
Eyes:
Brown
Hair:
Very dark brown, though people may claim black. This is also ignoring the fact that his hair is graying rather drastically. Especially from the stress of everyone dying and all.
Skin Tone:
Manny looks as if he is Caucasian but may have a slight tan at any time, when overall he just has slightly darker skin then Caucasian.
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:
Manny has a few slash marks on his hands and arms from knife fights as a teen, but many of the scars he has now are from post Apocalyptic events.

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Protective * Aggressively Defensive * Attempts pacifism * Glass half full

Sexuality:
Homosexual
Relationship Status:
Twice Widowed
Personality:
Manny is one of those people who will never look for a fight, part of the reason is because he knows he tends to be aggressive as hell when he is fighting, and it normally ends badly for himself and whoever he was fighting. He will when he can look for a peaceful way to solve his problems, but he does recognize that can't always happen, though if someone in the situation keeps pushing a situation he may start swinging punches. Despite his temper at times, he has acknowledge it, making it easier to take a step back and talk things out.

Despite the world ending around him Manny has been able to keep a positive attitude about his situation. he is still able to help people in ways that not many people can anymore, he can move into a house now based on how secure the front door is rather then if he can afford it, and he doesn't have to pay income tax anymore! What he is also able to do is help cheer up people he has met along the way in hopes that their overall moral and will to keep going in the world stays strong and that they will eventually prosper. Another plus he has obtained is that he is able to get a chapter of reading in daily most days.

Habits:
-Manny has a tendency to get really focused on his work, and completely cut himself off from the outside world. He has tried to work on this as the world outside of his thoughts has a high chance of killing him, but it's still something he works on.

-Manny whenever he enters a new area attempts to learn as much as he can about it, things like what is intact, how many people can he expect, how many infected, he hates being in an unknown situation. So he can be noted looking at almost anything and everything whenever somewhere new.

Hobbies: Manny loves to learn, whenever he gets the chance he will grab an educational book of most kinds and read it cover to cover at least once. If it's something he feels he should really know more on he may read it a second time so that he knows what information to look out for in the future.

Fears:

• Manny fears that his anger will get the best of him someday, and that he may hurt someone worse then a few bruises.
• He fears a situation where someone is hurt, and he is unable to do more then comfort them verbally as his medical skills outside of dentistry are limited to general med, a basic understanding of anatomy, some books, and the few situations his surgical skills may be useful.
• Manny has a rather strong fear of getting too connected with someone again, after having lost two people who he considered as close as two people could be.

Likes:

• Manny Enjoys helping people, anything from reaching things on high up shelves to pulling an infected tooth out that could cause possible death.
• Books, he fucking loves books. Mostly educational but fiction has it's place.
• Guns. Despite being a pacifist for the most part, he loves blasting clay pidgins too tiny pieces with shotguns. Not much more relaxing then that.
• Manny Enjoys keeping in physical shape, he jogs when he can, runs when he is feeling great, and every now and again lift lighter weights.
• Manny is a fan of the idea that everyone can live peacefully in some way shape or form. He prefers a quiet life style with little excitement, and what excitement there is he prefers it to be a bit more controlled then not.
• Animals in general. He had a cat before the world went to hell, and as a kid he would raise chickens on a family farm. He still has a pretty strong love for animals but he hasn't really been able to care for one since things went to hell.

Dislikes:

• Tyrants, Manny is not a fan of people who try to keep and enforce power using fear and intimidation. It's one of the things that will set him off faster then he can register he should calm down.
• He has a huge dislike for people who instigate situations, partially because he knows he is weak to people doing this, but also because he hates it when people go looking for a fight.
• He is not a fan of arrogance, though it is not a thing that will get him pissed off, he finds arrogant people to be rash and stupid.
• Manny has a huge grudge against fire based weapons. Flame throwers, incendiary devices, home made explosives, those kind of things. He was all for a global ban of weapons that caused unnecessary harm or pain to those in combat and civilians. With the world ending though, he has noticed more of these weapons seeing use again.
• Manny has a minor thing against people who do not do simple things to take care of themselves physically. Though he does understand that the world has ended, basic physical maintenance is still a reasonable goal.
• The dark. Manny isn't a fan of the dark because with already limited eye sight, not being able to see is annoying to him. It makes it hard to read, hard to work, and makes him dependent on sounds to figure out what is going on.

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Dental surgery
• General medical
• Basic Shotgun skills
• Out of practice Knife fighting, though this is a skill he hasn't used since his early life.
• Rather fast reflexes, this has helped him in shooting, fighting, and solving other problems that come up and are in need of a fast solution. But like many things it is not perfect due to his age.

Post Outbreak Skills:

• General surgery, when things got really bad Manny had to learn how to preform more then dentistry to help people.
• Basic pistols, he learned, but he need to be still, and chances are his target has to be about point blank.
• Horseback riding
• Improved shotgun skills, he can hit targets further, and for shotguns pretty accurately.
• Moderate hand to hand, not super effective, but he can at least keep himself protected if things went bad.
• Basic wilderness survival, herbs, purifying water, those things.
• Scavenging

Current Supplies:

• Manny's outfit consists of tan cargo pants, a camouflage rain coat, prescription glasses, socks, a cracked pair of glasses, and a shirt with the quote "Once the Wisdom teeth are out, do you want us to remove the Stupid teeth as well?" on the front of it.
• Double Barrel shotgun [+]

  
• .357 revolver [+]

  
• Bullets include 4 .357 magnum rounds, and 23 reloaded 12 gauge shells.
• Manny carries with him a collection of medical tools. Things from basic scalpels to pliers and wedges for basic surgeries.
• He has with him the parts to assemble a manual drill for clearing out cavities. He doesn't need to use it a lot, but he likes to have it available due to the lack of working equipment.
• He has a wooden baseball bat, due to his age it's not super effective, but if he just needs to knock over a single infected it'll get the job done.
• He currently has a small collection of books, one in herbal medicine, a mid level anatomy book, and a fictional book about a former president fighting vampires.
• He has another outfit of clothes, Another shade of tan Cargo Pants,woolen socks this time, and a spare shirt with no quotes on it this time.
  smaller ones for work on his glasses, and an adjustable wrench.
• Simple pocket knife
• Manny has a fishing vest he uses when he expects to use the gun he has a lot. He'll store the shells in the many pockets and other things he may need in the rest. Though he doesn't find it very comfortable, so if things are calm, it goes in the bag.
• A simple backpack

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Your First Walker Encounter:

Gunshots rang out on the streets, it seemed for every two seconds a shot went off, or a burst of them. It was frustrating for Manny, thinking about what was happening between each shot. He knew of the events going on north from here, but he wasn't ready for them himself. He saw the news, how people would be shot repetitively and drop dead, only to crawl their way back up to be shot again. It scared Manny thinking about what was going on outside. Knowing that everyone outside was scared enough to shoot him on sight if they were had any suspicion of him being an infected. He looked outside the front window to his dentistry, he could see cars passing by well beyond the speed limited of the community, even the highways for that matter. There were bodies in the streets and yards he could see. What he was seeing was worst case scenario."Fuck this, I am getting too old for this shit." Himself and what staff had showed up today were busy collecting the remaining medical supplies and tools, getting ready to evacuate to one of the emergency sites in case they were needed for more drastic reasons.

Jimmy Hendricks, a boy by Manny's standards, and who also worked as one of nurses shot him a look. "We've got time, buildin's old but strong. With that, none of them know we are in here." Manny wasn't a fan of Jimmy's rather heavy southern accent, mostly because of the words that he left out or said incorrectly, but he overlooked it because Jimmy could keep calm in any situation it seemed, and had on multiple occasions stopped Manny from getting into fights that Manny would have claimed he would have won otherwise. "Get Susan, I need you two to keep a look out, I need to get to my car." Jimmy looked at him as if he was stupid. "You sure that's wise? Most the supplies are already in the truck, and once that is loaded up we can just pack in and leave. What's so important that we need it?" Our last resort in case we get trapped.

Out of his staff of twelve people, only two showed up today, he didn't blame them, most had families, or were scared to go outside. Jimmy was fairly care free and lived on his own, Susan as an intern who felt safer here then at her own dorm. She was also the only one who had a real ability for thinking instead of acting on impulse, something that both Manny and Jimmy struggled with. "Stay inside, I got a gun in the car that with how bad things are getting we may need it. I need you two to keep an eye out, let me know if there is something I am not seeing, and stay quiet, be ready in case we need to run. Have the bag ready, and keep an ear out in case someone breaks in where we can't see them." Jimmy asked why he didn't bring it before, Manny shrugged, but in all honesty, he was just hoping things wouldn't get that bad.

He made his way outside to his car, it wasn't far, about seven slots from the entrance of the building, but it seemed like a mile. Every step he took he felt as if he would get separated and trapped. But if things were really getting this bad, he would need to do this before things got bad. He felt like an idiot for not grabbing it before. Once at the car he pulled out his keys and was about to do the remote unlock, then stopped worrying about the noise, so he just unlocked it from the driver side, and unlocked the backdoor. Once in the back seat he was able to pull off a blanket, revealing an over under barrel double barrel shotgun. Despite the 20 gauge not having the same power as a 12 gauge, it would drop it's target in a single shot if in range. "MANNY!" He heard the yell, but his reflexes told him not to look at it, it told him to look around, and off to his side, just around the corner of the building by the hood of his car, a woman with a missing arm, and half her face gone on the same side, who looked as pissed as a woman who was told her coupon got denied at Target.

With a single action he pulled the shotgun and fired, cursing responsible gun ownership as it was still empty. He reached into the car and grabbed a locked suitcase, the one he kept the shells in, and tried to get up. The car door was closing on him as the woman tried to get at him, her hand sliding off his back every now and again trying to grab him. It wasn't until something had hit her on the side of the head that she got distracted from him. Jimmy stood with a chair leg in his hand, looking as if he was ready to fight the world, Manny made another grab for the shells, unlocking the case as Jimmy and Susan attempted to hold off the woman. Once the case was open Manny heard a scream of pain, he was too focused on getting the gun loaded now though. Grabbing two shells and loading them into the gun he turned and saw Jimmy and the woman practically intertwined as she took a bite out of his neck. Manny was furious, these two are his responsibility to protect, and he'll be damned if anyone tries to hurt them. He ran as fast as his aging body could, and bashed the shotgun stock on the back of the woman's head as hard as he could as if it was a spear, knocking her off balance, but more importantly off Jimmy.

Once she was off, her attention was on Manny, who now had the gun leveled and aimed at almost point blank range, and fired. Before both barrels had fired Manny was able to take quick note of her teeth, despite a large portion of her face being gone, they were in surprisingly good condition, and other then the blood surprisingly clean. Manny saw what each shot had done, the first taking off the top of her head and jerking it back with the harsh whiplash exposing her neck, and scattering the brains across the small parking lot, the second shot took her lower jaw and neck and liquidized it at the close range almsot separating it, but not quite. Manny was speechless, he had not only killed someone, but had done it so brutally that bones and brains would be scattered across the parking on and his mind for years to come. he was shaking as Susan took the gun slowly from him. "Manny, we need to help Jimmy, and we need to get out of he-" Jimmy cut her off. "No time, that shot will bring all sorts of unwanted attention. Get me some bandages and I will put 'em on in the truck." Manny didn't speak, he just nodded, helping Jimmy into the truck before more came. He was about to get in himself when Jimmy pointed at the open suitcase, the one with the shells. "We'll need those." Jimmy said, Manny knew he was right, but did they need them all? They were going under military protection, and there were almost 200 shells in that case, the though of using them all made Manny feel sick, but he closed it and brought it anyways, sitting in the back seat of Jim's trust, as Susan threw int he last bag and drove. They would reach a safe zone before nightfall.

History Before Outbreak:

Manny at a young age was raised on a small chicken farm, but he rarely spent time on it, most of his time was out doing things like getting into fights, reading comics, and seeing what's the biggest thing he could light a fire to without getting in too much trouble. Despite his many dealings with the law because of actions in his teenage years, he wasn't scared of them. He was scared of his father's reaction when the local sheriff told his father, and most the law enforcement Manny dealt with knew that. It never stopped him though, not until Manny and some friends got into a fight with another group of kids, and one of them pulled a gun, and shot one of Manny's closer friends. Once seeing that, he went to his father begging of forgiveness, scared that he may go to a point as far to kill another human being.

Years later he would go into medical school to become a spinal surgeon, but between getting bored of it, and thinking it doesn't help as many people as other fields might, he went into dentistry part way through. He knew it didn't help people the same way, but he felt he could still impact more people, and would be able to help them in ways that would be harder to do if they were passed out on the best drugs money could buy. After getting the degrees needed to graduate he still went to school taking several liberal arts degrees just for the sake of learning. Very few actually applied to his field though, and they rarely would have been able to be note worthy on their own.

At the age of 49 Manny started to notice some of his friends were getting tired, weak, and sick. He refused to let that happen to him sooner then it had to, so he made it a goal in life to keep as physically active as possible, keeping his heart strong, his legs working, and his cardio as strong as he could. Even though it wasn't perfect, he was still able to walk around and run from time to time in his later years.

In his mid 50s Manny opened up his own dentistry building, with himself, and three people in his staff to keep things going. Over the years he would hire more people as needed, move into eventually a bigger building, and spend his spare time keeping his physical shape in check, while also sparing what time he could helping community programs. He would help build parks, donate what he could to libraries, and do anything else he could so that kids would not end up going down as violent a path as he had gone down.

History Since Outbreak:

Manny arrived to an emergency site that was supposed to be protected by local national guard forces, but many didn't show up for duty. Manny learned later that many went home to protect their families, leaving those who did show up under manned and stretched thin. Most of the defenses were dependent on the surprisingly equipped police force of the area. Manny knew about the riot armors, the tactical shotguns, but he figured the only M16s they had were for the SWAT teams, but he was seeing more then a few dozen. The stadium used as the emergency center until proper evacuations could begin would be overrun in less then ten days. Manny would be forced to help fight his way out with a group of survivors to get out, none of his staff members made it out with him.

After a few months of traveling he came across several people who would join up with his group, until they settled into an old Spanish fort, despite it not having a lot of supplies, it was impossible for the infected to force their way inside, it even had some land on the inside to help growing crops. When supplies ran out though, people got anxious, desperate. After a year, the scavenging runs were not bringing in enough food, and there was too many people for the few crops to feed, eventually conflict broke out and those who did not flee were killed by each other or the fires inside the stone fort as everything inside of it burned. Manny made it out, with a small group of survivors yet again.

After about a month of traveling his band of survivors came across a small group of people who had secured a hotel, and they had invited them in. Once inside Manny would meet someone who he would eventually have a marriage with. The hotel worked nice for a while, but due to limited farming space on the roof, supplies were thin, not desperate yet, but thin. When a large portion of the group left to find a location that would suit the needs better for the overall group, a horde came through, destroying the defenses for the hotel, and killing a large portion of the population. The survivors were trapped until the scouting party was able to return and pull them out, the man Manny had a makeshift Marriage with was killed after the defenses fell.

For the next year, Manny and the survivors of the hotel would travel with a few vehicles looking for fuel and food as they went. As they went, they came across other groups of survivors. Sometime when they came across these groups they would trade supplies, some of their people would stay, and some of theirs may join them. After a year of this, fuel became too hard to come across, so they would eventually settle down in a gated community where they were able to reinforce the gates, and clear out the buildings within them.

While in this new community Manny would help where he could, but he still mostly acted as the groups doctor, despite his many claims that he is not a proper doctor for the job. But between books and what areas do overlap from his schooling, he is still able to pull off a lot of things most his group wouldn't be able to in the medical field. His group would soon start collecting horses, other animals, grow crops, and have the space to do so. A lot of the equipment they needed they could pull from construction sites near by, and from the gravel mine in eye site of the walls. About a year after being within the new walls, the group learned how to reload used casings, though they were limited to shotgun shells as forming solid bullets was still something they did not have the ability to do yet, this was a huge improvement to their situation. Manny never learned how, he just knew that with the reintroduction of a proper ammunition supply scavengers would be more likely to go further to get the needed medical supplies for his makeshift doctor's office.

a handful of months later, a horde would pass through. By this point the group was used to redirecting them using shotguns and horses, but this one was large enough that they could only gets parts off at a time, and by the time the horde had reached the gate it was still a couple thousand. The scouts, Manny included, would keep trying to break off pieces, semi successfully, but with little luck overall. When the gates fell one of the fighters of the group decided they needed to take a stand at the gravel mine where the eye sight was clear, and it was close enough to draw the dead from the inside of the walls. Manny and about 8 others with most of the armory at their disposal open fired into the horde and drew them to the gravel yard. Between the gravel piles that stood tall, and the clear line of sights, it was easy to make every bullet the scouting party had hit it's mark. While this was going on, those on horseback would keep trying to draw pockets away using shotguns and themselves as bait. Despite being well coordinated, a lot of deaths still took place. Those who got scared and ran, found themselves surrounded faster then anyone could help them. Those who ran out of ammo first, found themselves defenseless on top of the piles of gravel. Those who had failed to pay attention to everything going on, were eaten. But by the end, the horde was mostly pulled away, and those not pulled away were killed. Out of the party of those who had been at the gravel mine, only Manny and one other survived, the other having been bit along the way.

Once back at the community, Manny attempted to remove the limb with little luck of doing so in time. His own clinic as it were, was burned in the fighting, along with several other buildings. He found this, odd to say the least. His people didn't have any fire weapons, and they weren't effective on the dead anyways. After looking around a while he found a couple other's of his group who had survived, and what looked like infected going through their supplies. Upon closer observation one of Manny's people made the observation that all of their Blood was smeared on them, they were not dead. Once one of the phony infected noticed Manny and the other survivors, they attempted to speak, Manny in his rage though took aim and fired on them all, giving none of them the chance to surrender. Despite repelling the attack, most of the survivors were dead or dying, and a lot of their supplies were destroyed or used up trying to recover, and with the gate down, defense became a lot harder, especially without enough people to regularly keep watch at all the gates.

Less then three weeks after the gates fell, people were desperate enough to kill each other for what supplies remained. Manny realizing this, decided that there wasn't anything he could do for the people who were left, staying together would only cause more tension between them. He took one of the horses, his share of the supplies, and left the first chance he got. He would ride on horseback borderline starving for weeks to come.

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Character Quote:
"Could be worse, at least we still have what we need to try again."

Theme Song:
"The Humbling River: ~Puscifer

How Many Walkers Have You Killed:
"Truth be told, I don't know. Before a few months ago, I would say... maybe sixty five, people rarely wanted their only doctor fighting."

How Many People Have You Killed:
"Should have seen that coming... Seven."

Why:
"Two, because I denied them medical supplies they would have needed to survive... because I decided that someone else needed them more. One because they asked me to after being infected. The last four... because they killed everyone I cared about."
Anything Else:
-Manny goes by horseback, because a horse can eat grass with better effects then it will for Manny, and he still has supplies he thinks he'll need.
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-I want to say sorry for any grammar errors I missed, I rather suck at it, and I am relearning that typing with a band aid on a pointer finger Suuuuucks.

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.}

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Name: Nigel Cooper
Aliases: Hadrian
Age: 33
Birthday: 11th of March, 1977
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Leavenworth, Washington State
Location: Spartanburg, South Carolina
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Ancient History/ Pedagogy
Occupation: Full-time highschool teacher, part-time Roman reenactor
Languages: English and Latin

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Height: 6 feet
Weight: 174
Build: Toned
Eyes: Grey
Hair: Red
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Small cuts and old bruises on his hands.

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Adaptive * Stubborn * Loyal * Stern

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality:

Nigel's outward image has changed over the years of death, limb-tearing and generally End-of-the-world thing, to someone stoned-faced and caring about survival more than how one presents himself. Out in the field, Nigel is focused on the task at hand at all costs, having learned that one sometimes have to break a few proverbial eggs to make an omelette. He does care that running close by a horde is near-suicide, but if that is how you're going to survive in the long term, he won't budge. He might seem like an asshole, but like the Romans he has studied; One does not simply win wars by being nice.

Then again, that's how he's survived this long, and that's good. Which he thinks so too, making it possible for the born-too-late Roman to smile and enjoy life once in a while. Like earlier said, out in the field he focuses on the job. But outside? He can be a nice friend to have. To those he truly cares about, he can be as loyal as any dog you've known all your life. Sure he can get locked in arguments about historical inaccuracies for hours, but mostly because it's his passion, his jam, his life really. And he'd love to tell you more about it, once this whole End-of-the-world-thing is over.


Habits:

• Coming with fun-facts
• Quoting Latin

Hobbies:

• Reading
• Watching movies
• Weapon maintenance

Fears:

• Wolves
• Failing to save his friends
• Not being able to fight

Likes:

• Wine
• Learning new things
• Hikes in the woods
• Roman music (as far as one can speak of roman music, according to historical evidence of course)
• The fresh breeze of morning air
• Being able to talk about his hobby

Dislikes:

• Being lectured by 'experts'
• Swimming
• Tight areas - Not fully claustrophobic, but it still gets to him.
• Vodka
• Being ask if "Is that real?"
• Having nothing to do

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Teaching
• Construction - Roman Siege warfare
• Smithing
• Sword fighting
• Scavenging

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Shield fighting
• Firearm - Rifle
• Leather working
• Stealth
• Close-quarter combat
• Survival
• Scouting

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - Black hiking boots, black pair of socks, beige pants, white linen shirt, dark brown jacket.
• Gladius - Roman sword
• Scotum - Roman shield
• Water Canteen
• Flint and tinder
• Wetstone
• Hunting knife
• Binoculars
• Leather poach with smoked food
• Iron chainmail - Roman Lorica hamata
• Leather greaves
• Leather vambraces

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Your First Walker Encounter:

It was bad enough already that they had to attent a different faire because of some other reenactment group of vikings had been chosen over them. It was bad enough that they had so much free time on their hands due to little attendance, that they actually got through the whole "Building a Roman palisade fort" routine. It was even worse when they had to depend on their lives on the fort when the first signs of hell breaking loose arrived. At first it was nothing more than a distant shout of someone calling for a doctor, one which Nigel and his group payed attention to in the sense of fumbling for their phones and calling 911. But then, once the shouting turned into screams and cries, followed by loud moaning and people fleeing towards them, they knew something was wrong. Even more wrong when Nigel saw It for the first time; bloody, mortally wounded, yet stumbling determined towards him. Nigel didn't know what to do at first, but the sight of the carnage left behind convinced him of one option; to draw his gladius and threaten the attacker. When It didn't stop, he hit It across the head with the flat side. When that didn't stop It, the blade went through Its skull.

With more kills necessitated as time went by, he would stop questioning if it was right or not.

History Before Outbreak:

Nigel, contrary to what most children assosiated with those people he came to study and lecture on later in his life, had a rather happy childhood. He grew up a little northwest of Leavenworth, Washington state on the West Coast, the son of a small-time farmer as a father and a veterinarian for a mother. The only thing he could have wished for better was more time with his parents, due to them being busy many a time when Nigel wanted company. But living close to the woods as they did, he had plenty of time to explore his little world of wonders and exploration. While he didn't have an interest in chasing the local wildlife, he did learn the in's and out's of what the woods had to offer; berries, mushrooms, leaves and the like to be eaten, and what to stay away from unless you wanted a real itch in your backside.

What time he did have with his parents, he learned the most from his own father. Being an ol'timer, his father preferred to make and repair his own tools, horseshoes, basically most of the metal used around the farm himself. "It's cheaper that way, and you don't have to pay for poorly made Chinese steel." his father always told him, but Nigel only remembered the smithing itself, which he never quit doing even as he went to university.

Life at university - Washington State University to be exact, was to prove a bumpy new chapter in his life. Nigel felt awkward socializing with all the new people around him, not used to such large gatherings of people at one place after growing up in halfway isolation, far from the buzzling city life. He applied first to take a degree in agricultural science, hoping to find a field he'd like. His father always told him that that was as good a field as any to take, and so why shouldn't he listen to his ol' pa?

Because he hated it. Okay, perhaps "hate" was too strong a word, but he certainly felt it was not what he had thought of it to be. It just didn't click for him, and perhaps that was for the best. Because eventually, the rural farmboy made friends with other students at the university found a new passion in his life; Roman history. He had decided to attent one of the lectures with a friend, hoping to lighten up a dull day of papers and what-not. And by the end of the lecture, he was hooked. Addicted, in love, everything! He had found his calling in life; to teach history, and be amazed by Roman antiquity.

And that's what he did. He changed his courses over to teaching, grew closer into the group of friends and history enthusiasts. It even went so far as to him moving out of state to join a Historical Roman Reenactment group on the East Coast. Sure he was able to find work there, but it was still a bold move for a former country boy. His parents supported him, however reluctantly. And so Nigel worked mostly as a teacher through his adult life, but put more and more time into his side-time passion of reenactment. There he gradually became the expert on weapon smithing and Roman siege warfare, not only explaining curious bystanders how they fought in sieges on both sides, but showing them with real weapons and constructions. He did learn how to swing the Gladius too, but he much more enjoying walls and siege engines than swords.


History Since Outbreak:

The groups first idea was to get as many as possible inside their Roman palisade to protect them. That they managed, guiding or even forcing people scared for their lives inside their little fortress before more of Them could grab hold. It worked at the start, but sooner rather than later it dawned on Nigel that simply sitting idly inside the fort was doing them any good. The Walkers couldn't get in, but neither could they get out. Within the nexy day their already pity supply of overly-priced water bottles and peanut bags ran out, as no one had expected this. And even if they did, they wouldn't have had time or space to store it. They waited, hoping the Walkers would lose interest and wander somewhere else. Nigel stood on top of the tower and watched to his horror that they didn't. More and more of Them came, hopelessly trying to grab him and only attracting more attention. They needed to get out.

Nigel led the group in their valient attempt to 'break the siege'. Armed with their swords and shields, the reenactors put up the show of their life, holding back the Walkers and cutting them up as they tried to protect the 'civilians' in the middle of their Testudo. Tried, because it almost worked. Some Walkers got through and had a field day, while others managed to get a bite or slash through the swords and shields, infecting them. And even when they managed to get most of them to safety in the local grocery store, the damage as already done. Within the night, more people had started to turn, starting the cycle all over again. That night Nigel started to change into his current self; he grew more cold and determined to survive, whatever the cost may be. The coming weeks, Nigel and his remaining 'Legion' decided that they needed a long-term plan, and set out on the open road for better grounds.

They found their sanctuary in an old, abandoned sanitarium, perfect to their liking; high, sturdy walls of iron bars surroudning the whole building, an open grounds perfect for farming, and plenty of space on the inside for storage and scavenging material for them building defences. And for a long while, it worked fine. The settlement, "Nova Invictus" as the reenactors fittingly named it, survived for two years with what they had. They allowed in some people, but many very turned away because of scarce resources, obvious Walker wounds and dubious motives. Nigel did regret those turned away, but knew he had little choice. It was "Us versus Them". And that's how they survived, and most likely attracted attention to themselves.

After the two year mark of Nova Invictus, they were attacked. Not by the Walkers or random looters mind you, but an all out-siege of their fortress. This was a well-organized band of survivors who wanted what Nigel and his people had, and they wanted it now. They refused to give up, and the siege lasted until their walls were breached and compound compromized; their home was gone, as the besiegers foolishly for themselves threw firebombs at the building. Nigel and those remaining saw the writing on the wall, grabbed as much as they could and fled out into the darkness to live another day. One died of severe blood-loss that night, and one refused to believe his girlfriend was dead and so went back, never to return. Nigel and the handful of close friends went on into the night, surviving another year and a half as semi-nomads. The last half year Nigel was alone, the last one of the Legion XIII Augusta still alone, migrating slowly and stealthely south in hopes of reaching spring sooner. He was unsure of where he was ending up, but eventually he found himself within the borders of Georgia.

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Character Quote:

• "Hope is the pillar that holds up the world. Hope is the dream of a waking man."
• "Let him who desires peace, prepare for war."
• "Look, we have to choices; we either take a chance and try, or we die. It's that simple."

Theme Song:
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: "I've lost count. Going to kill many more, so why try?"
How Many People Have You Killed: "A few, not many enough. Would've still had our home if I only got a few more of those barbarians…"
Why:"They tried to take things that didn't belong to them. They had to get through my sword first."
Anything Else:

• I present to you, the dreaded Leg Lamp!

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Name: Erica Christian Monroe
Aliases: Eric, Eri, Detective Monroe
Age: 37
Birthday: December 30th, 1974
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Detroit, Michigan
Location: Detroit, Michigan
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: Criminal Justice
Occupation: Detective for Detroit Police
Languages: English, Spanish

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Height: 5'7
Weight: 132lbs
Build: Slender, with a bit of muscle
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Slightly tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Tattoo on her right arm, from shoulder to elbow, Various cuts and scraps along her stomach and back, due to her time without being in a group for awhile.

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Protective * Trust Issues * Creative * Stubborn

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single (widowed)
Personality: When you first do meet Erica she tends to have very little trust in anyone, she has seen a lot over the last few years since the outbreak. It takes a lot to allow anyone to have her open up to anyone, she has been betrayed before on the past by people that she has trusted. But once she does get to know a person and she eventually lets you in she will be very protective over that person, that is if no one betrays her in the process first. She would end up taking a bullet for a friend if it did come down to it as well. Erica also does always follow orders if they are ever given to her, if she is in a role of leadership she also knows how to lead a group if it ever did come down to it.

Erica can also be seen as being a pretty creative person, and either can make pretty clever plans or ideas that she could do when out in the field. She likes to think outside of the box when getting creative, if they are needed supplies then she'd go out of her way to get it even going out further if they need to. However Erica does have a pretty stubborn streak, and will always try and convince people to see things her way and convince them however she can. She usually doesn't take a no for an answer either unless she is with a superior that she trusts and will usually fall in line with them, but will still voice her concerns.

Habits: Erica tends to bite her lower lip whenever she is thinking of a plan, or will run a hand through her hair if she is stressed out over something. She also tends to pick at anything that is under her nails if she is very bored, and has nothing to do.
Hobbies: Erica in her spare time before the outbreak she always did like to paint or draw, either one she doesn't have a favorite. She also did learn how to play the guitar and is a huge fan of rock music, as well as reading whenever she has the chance to.
Fears:

• Getting close to anyone, either as a friend, or lover.
• Cows, she is just scared of them for some reason.
• Heights, she fell out of a tree when she was younger and has feared that since.

Likes:

• Rock music
• Painting
• Drawing
• Dogs
• NASCAR
• Football

Dislikes:

• Cold weather
• Cats
• People who think they are above the law
• Any kind of abuser, drugs, child or domestic she hates them all.
• Rain
• Coffee

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Driving
• Handguns
• Leadership
• Law Enforcement
• Criminal Justice

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Rifles
• Shotguns
• Scavenging
• Athletics
• Hunting
• Tracking
• Knives

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - Leather jacket, red t-shirt, leather belt, black jeans, brown leather boots, backpack
• Mossberg 500 Special Purpose Cruiser Pump Action, four rounds left in the chamber
• One box of 20 gauge shotgun shells, with five shells left
• Glock 19, five rounds left in the magazine with a flashlight attatchment
• 9mm magazine
• 9mm magazine
• Can of Spam
• Knuckle Duster Knife
• Bottle of water
• Her old Detroit PD badge
• Photo of her husband and daughter

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Your First Walker Encounter: Erica was a lead for a case for a missing person who had gone missing for the last several weeks. There was a number of people who had gone missing in recent weeks during that time and she was put on to try and find the missing people. Erica followed the lead to an abandoned warehouse, she and her partner were looked around for an entrance, they found a pair of bolt cutters and broke into the chain linked fence that let them into the warehouse.

When they entered the place appeared to be abandoned, then they heard something fall when they turned around Erica saw that it was one of the missing people there. She noticed that the person had a bite mark on his arm, when they called to him, he didn't respond and went to attack her partner. He ended up biting her partner, and managed to push him off then they were left no choice to open fire on the man, and shot him several times in the chest. But still he kept coming towards her, and eventually she ended up getting a lucky shot in shooting the man in the head. Erica then quickly made the call, and then they waited for EMS to arrive along with the police when they arrived her partner was shipped off to the hospital to never be seen again.

History Before Outbreak: Erica was born and raised in Detroit, her father worked as a simple store manager while her mother worked as a news reporter for the Chicago newspaper. Growing up Erica always had a love for art and drawing and she thought that it would be her main passion. But she knew that she always did want to become a police officer as well, when she was young a man broke into their house and her parents immediately called the police. Seeing how they reacted and how they treated her and her family she was grateful for their help. Erica in school always had quiet a lot of friends that were always there and enjoyed being with them, and she always got good grades.

During her high school years however Erica went into a rebellious phase and didn't listen to her parents much, then when during her prom night her father was coming to pick her up, when he was hit by a man who fell asleep at the wheel. He did survive however, but her father was paralyzed from the waste down. This of course ended up making things a bit difficult for her and her mother as well, he was wheelchair bound for the rest of his life. Jessica had ended up getting a job to help her father pay for his medical bills, but she ended up graduating from high school with surprisingly good grades.

Once she graduated from high school Erica then decided to go into law enforcement, and become a police officer she spent her college years getting her degree in criminal justice. There she ended up meeting who would end up being her husband who was studying to become a lawyer a few years later after they graduated from college. Erica next went to the Detroit Police Academy to make sure that she was fully qualified for the job, she eventually graduated from that as well. And started out as a beat cop, and started to work her way through the ranks, and eventually she achieved her goal of becoming a detective, about a year later Erica had gotten married and also pregnant with her daughter.

History Since Outbreak: A day later after the encounter at the abandoned warehouse Erica was given the day off, she ended up spending the day with her family. Erica hadn't gotten much time off due to the amount of missing persons, during the night that's when all hell broke lose. Erica got a call from her mother, that someone had tried to break into their house someone ended up attacking her father and told them to go to their family cabin in Lake Erie. And then she heard several other screams, and then the line went dead, Erica tried calling her parents back but didn't get a signal at all.

Erica and her family then decided to go and try to leave the city right away, they had a cabin out by Lake Erie and decided to go there Erica and her family barely made it out of the city before the riots got to bad and the military eventually were sent in. They then started to settle in they had some food and supplies that would last them for awhile. Erica and her family spent a lot of their first few weeks in the cabin when a group of armed men, they decided to break in and take whatever they wanted. Her husband ended up attacking one of them and resulted them in his death which Erica took it very hard.

Erica decided that the cabin wasn't safe anymore after that night and started to load up their car with all the supplies that they could get that was left anyway. They then decided to head south looting and taking whatever they could to travel further south, Erica and her daughter ended up spending the first two years traveling alone until they found a group in Orange Grove Mississippi and they were using Pascagoula Naval Station as their settlement. Erica's daughter was tired of traveling, and she was as well, and decided to go with them there they ended up getting a somewhat normal life once more. Though Erica didn't trust the people much, they were in conflict with another group not to far away. Eventually the other group attacked, during a storm, Erica witnessed her daughter die from one of the attackers, and she was almost killed and ended up getting washed away. She ended up waking up washed up on shore, and she has since then been alone, and traveled into Georgia she was alone since then,

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Character Quote: "Be careful of who you trust."
Theme Song: Hold On To You - DeFault - Comes And Goes
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: "I've lost count, to many to be completely honest."
How Many People Have You Killed: "Five"
Why: "I was defending myself and my family, there wasn't any choice it was either me and my daughter or them."
Anything Else: X-Men: Darkness Rising

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