Ok, where we left off:
Clover and Liam were on the road, heading towards Salem, with about 6 hours left to walk. Liam was whining about not having a bike, and Clover was telling him to shut up. They're on their way south to get out of the cannibal infested area they were in- but they aren't totally out of it yet.
THE CHARACTERS:
mine:
Name: Clover
Age: 20
Looks: Standing five foot five, Clair is skinny and underweight. The places on her body where she can't touch bone can be counted on one hand. Her skin is pail and scarred, from the skirmishes, past encounters with cannibals, and her father's misguided frustration. The insides of her finders have flaps of skin, but are not connected, as when she was small her father clipped them to make her seem more normal. Upon her back are two large, strange, scarred and leathery appendages, resembling wings. They've hot holes and marked from stitches, and around their base on her back have swollen with scars, from attempts to remove them. Her toes are webbed, adapted for living in the rivers and other bodies of water around. Her hair is perpetually greenish, stained by plantlife and chlorine in the old pond where she hides at night from the cannibals. Her eyes are reddish brown, her radiation exposure and mutations causing them to look more red than brown, glowing when she approaches high concentrations of radiation. Her hair is cut short, into a messy pixie cut to keep it from getting tangled or grabbed, and at its longest has only reached her eyes. She has large scars in the crook of her neck, on her legs, around her hands and across her face. Her attire consists of tattered shorts that used to be loose fitting pants, a ruined tank top and some hand-made sandals when she's not barefoot.
Mutations: Clover's mutations, as previously stated, consist of webbed toes (fingers were webbed when she was younger), strange wing-like appendages on her back, and an ability to hold her breath for a long time, even while sleeping.
gender: Female
bio: Clover was born around LA. When she was born, her mutations caused her mother to die in childbirth, causing her father to fall into the bottle. He took to trying to un-mutate the girl, trying to cut off the strange appendages on her back and make her look normal. All that resulted from that was a young girl, scarred from her father's drunken clumsiness, hiding away with her "brother"- who was hardly even related to her- in a shed while he prepared for her passage to somewhere safer. She migrated up to the ruins of portland with a small group of other mutants, but upon arriving they were attacked. She escaped and is now hiding in the bodies of water, her favorite one eing the closest to a ruined building, which she calls home.
yours:
Name: Liam Hendricks
Age: 20
Looks: Tall and tan, Liam has unruly dark brown hair and stubble on his chin and neck. Without mutations, he would have a build close to an Olympic swimmer, but thanks to the scales and other oddities on his body, different muscles are larger than others, like his forearms and upper back. In normal light, his eyes appear to be just black or a dark brown. But in the dark, they shine an unnatural gold/red color. Always wears torn or old clothes, especially hoodies since they're easier to find in case they rip, which is likely.
Mutations: Large crocodile-like hands and feet. No tail yet, though Liam assumes it'll grow sooner or later if he can't find a cure. Patches of scales growing on his skin, mostly back, arms and legs. Luckily, to make up for his not so dashing good looks, he also is a lot stronger than the average human male, which comes in handy while fighting cannibals.
gender: Male
bio: When Liam was 13, he someone became infected in his family's private island of what use to be Papa New Guinea. Not wanting the rest of the family to get mutated either, his parents shipped him off to the Pacific Northwest of the former United States when he was 17, giving him books and food and even a radio to contact back home whenever he needed to. They told him to find a cure and they would help in any way possible....except be there for him physically.
Clover and Liam were on the road, heading towards Salem, with about 6 hours left to walk. Liam was whining about not having a bike, and Clover was telling him to shut up. They're on their way south to get out of the cannibal infested area they were in- but they aren't totally out of it yet.
THE CHARACTERS:
mine:
Name: Clover
Age: 20
Looks: Standing five foot five, Clair is skinny and underweight. The places on her body where she can't touch bone can be counted on one hand. Her skin is pail and scarred, from the skirmishes, past encounters with cannibals, and her father's misguided frustration. The insides of her finders have flaps of skin, but are not connected, as when she was small her father clipped them to make her seem more normal. Upon her back are two large, strange, scarred and leathery appendages, resembling wings. They've hot holes and marked from stitches, and around their base on her back have swollen with scars, from attempts to remove them. Her toes are webbed, adapted for living in the rivers and other bodies of water around. Her hair is perpetually greenish, stained by plantlife and chlorine in the old pond where she hides at night from the cannibals. Her eyes are reddish brown, her radiation exposure and mutations causing them to look more red than brown, glowing when she approaches high concentrations of radiation. Her hair is cut short, into a messy pixie cut to keep it from getting tangled or grabbed, and at its longest has only reached her eyes. She has large scars in the crook of her neck, on her legs, around her hands and across her face. Her attire consists of tattered shorts that used to be loose fitting pants, a ruined tank top and some hand-made sandals when she's not barefoot.
Mutations: Clover's mutations, as previously stated, consist of webbed toes (fingers were webbed when she was younger), strange wing-like appendages on her back, and an ability to hold her breath for a long time, even while sleeping.
gender: Female
bio: Clover was born around LA. When she was born, her mutations caused her mother to die in childbirth, causing her father to fall into the bottle. He took to trying to un-mutate the girl, trying to cut off the strange appendages on her back and make her look normal. All that resulted from that was a young girl, scarred from her father's drunken clumsiness, hiding away with her "brother"- who was hardly even related to her- in a shed while he prepared for her passage to somewhere safer. She migrated up to the ruins of portland with a small group of other mutants, but upon arriving they were attacked. She escaped and is now hiding in the bodies of water, her favorite one eing the closest to a ruined building, which she calls home.
yours:
Name: Liam Hendricks
Age: 20
Looks: Tall and tan, Liam has unruly dark brown hair and stubble on his chin and neck. Without mutations, he would have a build close to an Olympic swimmer, but thanks to the scales and other oddities on his body, different muscles are larger than others, like his forearms and upper back. In normal light, his eyes appear to be just black or a dark brown. But in the dark, they shine an unnatural gold/red color. Always wears torn or old clothes, especially hoodies since they're easier to find in case they rip, which is likely.
Mutations: Large crocodile-like hands and feet. No tail yet, though Liam assumes it'll grow sooner or later if he can't find a cure. Patches of scales growing on his skin, mostly back, arms and legs. Luckily, to make up for his not so dashing good looks, he also is a lot stronger than the average human male, which comes in handy while fighting cannibals.
gender: Male
bio: When Liam was 13, he someone became infected in his family's private island of what use to be Papa New Guinea. Not wanting the rest of the family to get mutated either, his parents shipped him off to the Pacific Northwest of the former United States when he was 17, giving him books and food and even a radio to contact back home whenever he needed to. They told him to find a cure and they would help in any way possible....except be there for him physically.