^{Alex Roe // #04A9ED}


"Maybe I'm an idiot for holding onto hope; that I haven't got with the times. But hope is the only thing keeping me going."
— Wesley, regaling his tale to another survivor

Name : Casey Guidry
Age : 30

: Skills :
Woodwork - ability to make and repair structures using wood.
Intimidation - ability to frighten others through physical or verbal stimulus.
Hand-to-Hand Combat - ability to confront others physically at short range.

: Preferred Weapons :
Glock 22 - taken from a deceased correctional officer.

: Personality :
Casey was known to be an easy going and optimistic individual prior to his event. He grew up with strong family bonds just like any other southerner and was known by many as a hard-working and overall good individual. After his event he changed drastically. His experiences inside twisted him, forced him to become a survivor - stealing his humanity in a sense. He wasn’t ruthless, but was forced into adulthood in a world he didn’t know - learning from poisonous individuals what it meant to be a man. His new environment sculpted him into a more aggressive and stilled individual, one that lacked a positive view of the world. Everything became serious, life-threatening and fearful. It was survival of the fittest, adapt or die...so Casey adapted.

: Brief Bio :
A night’s mistake led to an eight year sentence without reasonable bail in general population. Casey was charged and imprisoned for aggravated battery at the young age of twenty two years old - before the world’s inevitable collapse. He served his sentence with hard labor all while destruction crumbled the globe unbeknownst to him. Prisoners had limited exposure to the outside world during their sentence (even before the end) so their knowledge of the unfolding disease and the reanimation of corpses was nonexistent. Many prisoners rioted during this time, their privileges stripped inhumanely as the federal government stopped funding these facilities. Their treatment followed as prison guards began to exercise their rights to use force when necessary more frequently than before - foreman no longer regulating the code of conduct. Food shortages, unsanitary conditions and a crumbled system imploded the prison from the seemingly fortress it was to the outside world. Prisoners started to die from hunger and disease but they came back to life in their cells - shot to death and burned in their cells. Three weeks ago the prison became overrun by the dead and the guards’ humanity opened some of the cells. Casey was one of the lucky ones and escaped.

Name
Nathalie “Nat” Soltero

Age
27

Skills
- Stealth; being barely 5’3” on a good day helps a lot when trying to sneak past undetected.
- Climbing; one of Nathalie’s favorite hobbies was rock climbing with her friends, whether it was in the outdoors or in a gym.

Preferred Weapons
- Gator Machete 19”
- 9mm Berretta

Personality
Nathalie is a very reserved and cautious woman. Although her inner self wants to be optimistic and find the bright side in every situation, she has to continuously stop herself and tell herself to think realistically. Not being able to get in contact with her family and not knowing what happened with her little sisters eats away at her mental well being little by little. At times, it seems to overwhelm her, and the panic starts to set in. She is a very family oriented and being around other people can give her a bit of that feeling, although being alone doesn’t bother her anymore as it gives her time to try and figure out what her next steps are without having to worry about anyone else.

Brief Bio
Born in Chula Vista, California, Nathalie is the eldest of three girls. Her younger sisters are 16 and 14 and the three of them were unbelievably close before Nat left to college. FaceTime soon became their best friend as Nat pursued her education further on into her Master’s. Finding a job became all too easy and Nat fell into the typical 9-5 job before she knew it, unfortunately having to break it to her family that she would not be returning until the completion of her education and finding a transfer for her job. She kept a small group of close friends, choosing not to stray from the usual, and chose not to date. She led a simple life and wished for nothing more until the outbreak happened.

Scarlett
She has short, blonde hair styled in a pixie cut. Her eyes are more green than hazel and she has freckles splayed on her cheeks and nose on her fair skin. Scarlett is graceful, having spent her years in gymnastics and ballet. She has no tattoos and the only piercings that she has are the two on her ears. She prefers to wear clothing that will help her remain free and flexible. She's usually wearing some sort of running pants or leggings, a loose long sleeved black shirt and a black hoodie over it; she wears this along with running shoes.



Name
Scarlett Watson

Age
28

Skills
A gymnast, is a people person, book smart and can cook.

Preferred Weapons
9mm beretta, gator machete pro, and whatever else she can find whenever she faces trouble.

Personality
Scarlett will welcome almost anyone with open arms and a smile on her face. Scarlett is a complete sweetheart from the moment she meets someone. Don't let it fool you though, everyone has their secrets. Once Scarlett is pissed, she has no mercy, but she will rather leave people to die by the walkers than actually kill them.

Brief Bio
Originally from Pheonix, Arizona but ended up in the city when she received a full ride scholarship. She was the eldest of her siblings, as well as having a twin that was lost in the outbreak, although not knowing is she is alive or dead. Unfortunately, she had a younger sister and a baby brother that were killed when the outbreak happened, along with her parents. Scarlett would volunteer at a nearby gym to help kids with gymnastics while her twin worked as a part-time store manager at the local mall.