[hider=Doctor Cassidy Mariah Taylor] [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/af/5b/6d/af5b6d4bb3d9929dd9ebda592440df2f.jpg[/img][/center] [center][h3][color=sienna]Doctor Cassidy Mariah Taylor[/color][/h3] [color=burlywood]Doc, Doccie, Cassie, Taylor, Tay-Tay female | she/her | 24 | 4’11”, 89# | auburn, brown, pale | immune orphan | bite-scarred, fully organic | scientist, researcher, doctor [b]located in:[/b] Camp Hope Light; northwestern tip of Oregon [/color][/center] [color=sienna][b]Skills & Proficiencies[/b][/color] [color=burlywood]Medicine - [i]proficient[/i] Nanotechnology - [i]master[/i] Immunology - [i]master[/i] Physical combat - [i]poor[/i] Stealth - [i]skilled[/i][/color] [color=sienna][b]Psychological Profile[/b][/color] [color=burlywood][b]Positive:[/b] persistent, forgiving, wise, modest, hopeful, critical thinking [b]Negative:[/b] self-sacrificing, stubborn, realist, traumatized, insomniac, anxious[/color] [color=sienna][b]Physical Profile[/b][/color] [color=burlywood]Thin and physically frail, scarred from The Fall both physically and mentally. Both arms have several healed bites and scratches from early on in the outbreak.[/color] [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/80/c0/1e/80c01ea7a640afd2c057f4dfcdd5c939.jpg[/img][/center] [color=sienna][b]History[/b][/color] [color=burlywood]Cassidy was born as the child of an unknown father and a teenage mother, given up for adoption an hour after her birth. A no contact request meant that even when the girl was older, there was no ability to find the young woman who had birthed her. No one had wanted a small, frail girl to adopt with ginger hair and a shy attitude despite her accelerating in school far past her peers. In fact, Cassidy had managed to graduate and begin college by sixteen and had gone on to prestigious programs focusing on nanotechnology and immunology to enhance humans and relieve illness. Moonlighting and consulting on different projects with the American government, it had been one particular run-in with a military project that had gotten her interested specifically in neural interfacing: Genesis. If they could do what they claimed they could with nanotechnology, then it wouldn’t be impossible to replace human parts with artificial ones, right? Classified though most of that research had been, Cassidy’s brain found itself drawn to and wanting to replicate a lot of the work. Except her research hadn’t gotten far before the world ended. Getting out of her lab that was taken over like a tidal wave had been absolute hell. Cassidy had never been a fighter, had never held a gun or even thrown a punch in her twenty years on earth when that had happened. The hungry, angry dead had grabbed her, had bitten her and ripped out chunks of her as she struggled out of the military base that was [i]supposed to be safe[/i]. As it turned out, for the next year, nothing had been safe. There had been nowhere to lay her head for long as she kept moving, somehow not becoming one of the Damned that roamed and occasionally caught her. Without a way to initially research it, there surely had to be something in her genetics, in her natural immunity, that kept her from dying from the infection. Sleeping in attics, hiding in storage containers, finding ways to be invisible became a specialty. That was, until she came upon a camp while traveling along Oregon’s rocky coastline. That camp became fortified, walls were built, and Cassidy found that some people weren’t so bad. This group, unlike the bandits and rapists out in the wastes of former cities, were good people. Hard-working, reliable, and close to one another. Though she hadn’t ever truly fit into it all, she had been able to build herself a small laboratory once solar panels were brought in - found the things she needed to begin the research to find out why she and some others didn’t die from bites. And begin to continue her ability to replace limbs - something that had come in handy in an apocalypse, even if the materials were so, so precious to work with.[/color] [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/61/c4/1c/61c41c989beb67c54ed52a478b7b704c.jpg[/img][/center] [color=sienna][b]Companions[/b][/color] [color=burlywood]None.[/color] [color=sienna][b]Connected Characters[/b][/color] [color=burlywood][b]UK3080[/b] - guarded by Genesis.[/color] [/hider] [hider=UK 3080] [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/fe/cf/7e/fecf7e9a17e7f453e217f10388b0b433.jpg[/img][/center] [center][h3][color=blueviolet]United Kingdom #3080[/color][/h3] [color=lavender]Eden, Freak, 3080, Her female | she/her | unknown, appears 17 | 6’, 162# | brunette, violet, sunkissed | Genesis - UK Variant alone | scarred, branded, tattooed; fully organic | government test subject, soldier (pre-Fall), guard, scout (post-Fall) [b]located in:[/b] Camp Hope Light; northwestern tip of Oregon [/color][/center] [center][color=blueviolet][b]UK3080 Gen XXVI 1973[/b][/color][/center] [color=blueviolet][b]Skills & Proficiencies[/b][/color] [color=lavender]Hand to hand combat - [i]master[/i] Firearms - [i]master[/i] Knives - [i]expert[/i] Intelligence gathering - [i]master[/i] Hunting and fishing - [i]proficient[/i] Field medicine - [i]passable[/i][/color] [color=blueviolet][b]Psychological Profile[/b][/color] [color=lavender][b]Positive:[/b] loyal, protective, steady, goal-driven, obedient, confident [b]Negative:[/b] over-protective, loyal to a fault, self destructive, relentlessly independant[/color] [color=blueviolet][b]Physical Profile[/b][/color] [color=lavender]Tall, fit, with numerous scars from a life inside of experimentation, the battlefield, and time spent with the Damned after The Fall.[/color] [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/2c/57/702c5784bca6fffb0d293d6260bb7d92.jpg[/img][/center] [color=blueviolet][b]History[/b][/color] [color=lavender]3080 remembered little of her childhood, only knowing that she had once had a name and had been an orphan on the streets of Ukraine. From the time she was nine, scientists from England had groomed her into the perfect, detached soldier as they had so many other ‘less dead’ before her. Most of 3080’s life had been spent training, being used as a government attack dog and specialized soldier. Genesis was a strange thing to be part of, an experiment that killed most people injected with the strange concoctions of mad scientists and government pawns. In and out of the war fields for years and years, experimented on like a lab rat, it was a reprieve when The Fall happened for her. There was no more isolation, no more pacing her cell like a caged animal. She was let out to do what she had been shaped to do: guard the weak and kill threats. At first, it had been at Fort Knox, helping keep the dead from taking over. It was a slow losing fight, the Damned greatly outnumbering the living, and yet she had tried her hardest. In the end, a command from her handler sent her vaulting over the razor wire, away from a hoard descending on the five men left in the unit - all normal humans. [b]Go, Eden - find the scientists and keep them alive at all costs.[/b] Finding herself completely alone, with the need to survive, had been beyond strange. Since she had been injected to join the project, there had always been [i]someone[/i] watching her, talking to her, keeping tabs on her. The first taste of freedom had come at the cost of the world, and worse yet… she had been released in a place mostly unfamiliar to her: the United States. Most of her life had been spent in Europe and the Middle East, but not here. Not until right before the explosions of towns and bases being set on fire or blown up had happened. Wandering for years, it had only been by coincidence that she had stumbled onto the ten foot metal walls of Camp Hope Light. A name given from one person, a small woman who looked akin to child in weight, had rung a bell in the experiment’s mind - Taylor. “What a surprise, Doctor Taylor. You’re one of the people I’m meant to be keepin’ safe.”[/color] [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a6/68/73/a66873417adb03c84ecd2bf2401b4cfa.jpg[/img][/center] [color=blueviolet][b]Companions[/b][/color] [color=lavender]None.[/color] [color=blueviolet][b]Connected Characters[/b][/color] [color=lavender][b]Doctor Cassidy Taylor[/b] - guard, last given command from handler[/color] [/hider] [hider=Tawny Blanche Neveux] [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/c7/71/50/c771507ad966cf04f0ffbfcce6a53c7a.jpg[/img][/center] [center][h3][color=mediumvioletred]Tawny Blanche Neveux[/color][/h3] [color=pink]T, Blanche, Nev, Limbs female | she/her | 16 | 5’ 4”, 78# | dark blonde, blue, sunkissed | immune orphaned due to the Damned | scarred; augmented arm and leg - left | student, homesteader (pre-Fall); cook, gardener, gatherer, animal handler (post-Fall) [b]located in:[/b] Camp Hope Light; northwestern tip of Oregon [/color][/center] [color=mediumvioletred][b]Skills & Proficiencies[/b][/color] [color=pink]Cooking - [i]expert[/i] Animal handling - [i]expert[/i] Hardening - [i]expert[/i] Edibles gathering - [i]expert[/i] Hunting and fishing - [i]proficient[/i] Field medicine - [i]poor[/i] Nanotechnology - [i]poor[/i][/color] [color=mediumvioletred][b]Psychological Profile[/b][/color] [color=pink][b]Positive:[/b] loving, maternal, patient, loyal [b]Negative:[/b] anxious, self-conscious, quiet, reclusive[/color] [color=mediumvioletred][b]Physical Profile[/b][/color] [color=pink]Gangly and not quite grown into her body, Tawny’s left arm and leg have been replaced after the incident that cost her her entire family. She’s still got growing to do.[/color] [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/45/5d/37/455d375cb16f2df1505f0482f02d3672.jpg[/img][/center] [color=mediumvioletred][b]History[/b][/color] [color=pink]Tawny was born in a very small town in the Louisiana bayous to a mechanic and a homemaker, the oldest of two children. She had always been a caring older sister, and being able to spend time with her mama had always been cherished. Tawny grew up learning how to cook, bake, gather, hunt, fish, and farm everything they possibly could by themselves. Life had been simple and sweet, the people in the town loving and keeping the Cajun culture alive. No one had expected for the news of the dead coming to life to come onto their televisions and radios, disrupting the slow lifestyle of every member of the little community. Many of them had been self-sufficient their entire lives, making it easy at first to hide out in the swamps. However, as time passed and certain things ran low, including the medicines needed to keep Tawny’s little brother alive. He had autoimmune conditions, making his life hell without certain things to keep him comfortable. Rather than allow her father to venture out alone, the small family had opted to go together. For two years, they had managed to keep going. It wasn’t always easy, and some of the people they ran across were not good ones. You never knew who you could trust, especially as a child. However, when Tawny was fourteen, it was when everything changed. The small family had been sleeping in a train car before moving outside of Portland when they heard the rustling outside of the metal box. A small group of the Damned were surely just passing through and they were safe, but that wasn’t the case. Exhausted from constantly moving, one side of the train car hadn’t been completely secured shut - and it let in the end of the family. Trapped inside of a tin can, her mother and brother had been killed first and her father had managed to kill them all with Tawny’s help, but the family was halved. Her mother had been immune, and seeing the bite on her father’s hand, she assumed he would be too. It surely ran in the family, right? Tawny herself had survived her leg being munched on by a turned toddler. Except, as they moved to another car to wait out the night, she noticed the signs too late that her father was, in fact, not immune. He turned before she woke, turning into a snarling monster, and had ripped apart her left arm and leg before she had a chance to grab the machete he had always carried. The long muscles were gone, bones shattered, and the useless limbs didn’t help her save her life. It was her traumatized screaming that brought a party to her, the group having been on a supply run. While most would have killed her and been done with it, the girl had pleaded for her life - and it had succeeded. Tourniquets kept her from bleeding to death, though it hadn’t stopped the infections that set in as the four men took her back to Camp Hope Light at thirteen years old. Somehow, she survived amputation and healing with the help of Doctor Taylor, but she was forever scarred. Her left leg had to be amputated below the knee and her arm right above the elbow, turning her lopsided and awkward. In thanks to neural interfacing, a horrendously painful and terrifying process that had her screaming and crying for three days as the sockets bonded with her nervous system, Tawny was given a new lease on life. The augmented, false limbs that Doctor Taylor had managed to make her were useful, but needed alteration regularly to keep up with her growing body. Finding comfort in caring for animals, gardening, gathering from the wilds, and cooking for the small group, Tawny found a way to live in a world where everything had been taken from her. The youngest in the camp, she found that some tried to parent her and others pitied her, but she had bonded with no one except for a llama that had been used to keep the coyotes and bobcats away from the smaller livestock. Bill became her best friend, not judging her age or her accent, and life was beginning to finally feel kind of normal again. After all, she had always enjoyed animals more than people. [/color] [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/b2/f0/cf/b2f0cf72014c347083702847889feb5d.jpg[/img][/center] [color=mediumvioletred][b]Companions[/b][/color] [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8a/92/42/8a92429e4a9ed68d4b093182bafff84e.jpg[/img][/center] [color=pink][b]Bill the llama[/b] - While he does not like most other people, Bill [i]loves[/i] his girl. He has been trained to pack and pull a cart as well as used as protection for the smaller livestock within the walls and the small herd of other llamas and alpacas. They produce wool for the community while also providing meat in undesirable or old animals, just like the sheep and goats. There are also horses, pigs, cows, and assorted birds within the walls for various purposes.[/color] [color=mediumvioletred][b]Connected Characters[/b][/color] [color=pink][b]Doctor Cassidy Taylor[/b] - augmentation provider[/color] [/hider]