Lex stands at just over 5'6" and a half with sallow skin and dull blonde hair due to dirt and malnutrition. Once upon a time before the explosion, Lex had a few extra pounds to lose. Now if she lost any weight she would probably close to being at danger for anorexia. With the thin layer of fat you could see the definition of muscle that Lex built through years of running, hauling, and extra push-ups. It was always necessary to be prepared in case of an attack, and even with the lack of energy from the inconsistent eating and sleeping, she always did whatever was needed for survival.

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Name Alexandra Connely
Answers to Lex

Sex M ☐ F ☒
Age Appears 26-ish Real age has not yet been revealed.

Jim was always a shorter man, standing at 5'5". Back then, however, he was still the one to grab the can off the top shelf since his wife was only 5'1"- even though he would sometimes have to sneak a chair in to use a stool... It wasn't until his wife was taking her final breaths that he told her that once she would leave the room he would grab a chair because not even he could reach it whatever she needed. It put a smile on her face even has blood spilled from her neck.

Before the Brutes took over, Jim would always keep his beard short and close to his skin. Every once in awhile he would have Lex trim it down, but with the cold soon approaching, he figured he may as we'll leave it long.

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Name James Connely
Answers to Jim

Sex M ☒ F ☐
Age Appears 63-ish Real age has not yet been revealed.

Name: Kat
Gender: Female
Age: 7
Height: 3'5"

Description: Kat has dirty blonde hair which she cuts short every couple of months. She looks like a little boy, and in fact mostly wears boys clothes stolen from abandoned houses in the town. Mostly she wears sweatpants and running shoes with warm jackets and tshirts. She has blue eyes, and would honestly be quite beautiful if she had a bath and wore some clean clothes. She is very mature for her age, but relies on her brother for survival.

History: When the growlers started invading her town her father was one of the first to get infected, he returned home and killed Kat's mother and two baby brothers. Kats older brother James and her ran away and have been surviving together for the past year and a half. They camp out in a hunting lodge on the border of the town, and sneak into town frequently to get supplies, weapons, and food. Kat was 5 at the time, and doesn't really remember the "carefree" days very clearly. He brother taught her how to make traps and shoot with a hunting rifle that used to belong to their father. It has been 3 days since James went into the town alone to find some food, and Kat has run out of supplies.

Skills: Kat has a knack for doing things without people noticing, weather its stealing food or sneaking past a hoard. She can climb almost anything. She also has learnt basic hunting and trapping skills from her brother.

Items: Marlin style Hunting rifle, it was designed for woman and children, so its smaller then average, but still longer then her arm, she carries it on a sling over her shoulder. Pocket knife, kept constantly in her satchel. And a stitched up teddy which is also kept stuffed at the bottom of her satchel.

Name: Ezra "The Scribe" Schultz

Sex: Male

Age: 54

Previous Occupation: Professor of History

Appearance: Ezra is a man of middling height and a fair complexion. His longish hair, formerly a lovely golden-brown color, has become a bit gray of late. His eyes are a cool blue, badly-scratched glasses resting before them. He sports a full beard and mustache which he frequently trims. He is rather thin, owing to the recent shortage of good, properly cooked food. Taking pride in his appearance, Ezra endeavors to dress in accord with something vaguely resembling style: Generally wearing an oxford shirt, a dark vest, a pair of bluejeans, and a beaten pair of cowboy boots, rounding out the ensemble with a short top hat.

Possessions of note: A S&W Model 29 revolver with nineteen .44 rounds, a wooden pipe with a pouch of tobacco, and a small collection of books, chief of which being a well-worn copy of the New American Bible.

1st-Name: Takiko
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Height: 5'6"

Appearance:
Obviously carrying mostly japanese genes, Takiko has long, straight black hair, that she usually keeps in a messy bun, to keep it from dangling about and catching onto things or generally getting in her way. Her eyes are a dark, almost black, brown in a pretty face. She is of average height, with a delicate build and the constant diet now forced on her left her a little too skinny. Even though one would have to take a closer look to see it, she has some decent muscles, not bulky or anything, but firm. Her skin is light, a little rosy in color, though now usually dirty or hidden by her clothes. She wears well-worn, fitted jeans, that don't hinder her movements, held safely in place by a just as well-worn leater belt; a simple black tank-top -tucked inside the jeans-, a dark, wine-red, wide, hoodie zipped up overneath and, when it gets colder, a dark green cargo-jacket with lots of pockets that she keeps in her simple, black backpack together with something to eat, drink and a few medical necessities she managed to accquire over time. Her footwear is a pair of worn brown boots, going up mid-calf and tighlty laced with black laces in the front. She wears a pair of simple, silver-rimmed glasses, because of near-sightedness.


Personality:
+intelligent
+level-headed & calm
-stubborn
+nice & compassionate
-
..

Bio:
Takiko started out studying medicine at University, but after finishing her third semester realized that it was just not what she really wanted to do with her life. Starting anew she signed up for Literature and Languages (just made that up, I'm german, so I'm not sure if the university-system you know is the same as what I'm used to), in a city far from home and was absolutely happy with it when spreading infection kept her from going beyond her 4th semester.
She has always been a sportive girl, used to do Jiu Jitsu until Middle School, joined the track and field club in High School and settled for regular, long jogs through the park and martial arts/self-defence courses twice a week ever since she started going to university.
When she got accepted at her favourite choice for her Lit&Lang Studies, she moved away from the city she had used to live, and where her parent's house had been close to, and therefore also rather far away from them (Not naming any cities, since I have not much of an idea what is where or where this is placed).
The first few days after the infection had spread she had still been able to contact them, mostly through sms, with the ring turned off, to make as little noise as possible and keep from attracting the 'things'. But that hadn't worked well for too long, their mobilephones needing to be charged and the general chaos at the time hindering them. Now, Takiko holds onto the hope of them still being alive and maybe searching for her the same way she was searching for them.

Skills:
+medical knowledge, though to a large part theoretical
+fast runner, fit, good reflexes & fighting ability

Other:
+carries around two guns (one in her backpack and the other kept tucked in her waistband against her the small of her back) and a sturdy cooking knife (about as long as her lower arm and stuck in a self-made sheath in her left boot) she picked up somewhere (details later)
-directionally challenged
-gets a little paranoid in the dark, not in the panicky, running-around-while-screaming-her-lungs-out kind of way, but in the heart-beating-so-loud-you-have-to-stop-and-make-an-effort-to-listen-every-few-feet kind of way
~left-handed

Name: Annabelle

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Appearance: 5'4" thin and rather pale from constantly being sick these past two years after the explosion happened in the sky. Annabelle is always dressed to impress in a knee-length frock that she mends herself. She wears black stockings to match her dresses and pink Mary Janes to match her hair and neck ribbons. Her hair is always cut in the same short pixie and regularly trimmed. She uses light pink or cream lipstick depending on the time of day and the weather outside. She never lets her clothes get dirty and wears proper aprons and gloves for all the cooking, cleaning or gardening she does. She wears the same clothes only twice in a month.

Current Status: Despite the illness she is active around the house, always cleaning and tidying things up. She never lets dust settle on any book in her father's library and she washes and irons all her mothers clothes every week. She plays her sister's rock music in her mp3 player in the morning when she is making breakfast and cleaning the house. And when she is gardening, she makes sure she is very quite and she pays very close attention to the edge of the forest that's about half a mile away from the gate. She grows the vegetables her grandmother planted five years ago, that her elder brother took care of. She feeds the rabbits the carrots and the hay she makes from the grass. The rabbits can be very silent and easy to breed. These rabbits help her keep her sanity when everything becomes too quite, they keep her distracted and help her feel safe. They also provide nutrition for her when she is tired of all the greens.

Name: Dean Armstrong

Age: 20

Height: 5'9"



Skills: Speed, Climbing, Lockpicking, Sneaking, Crafting, Scouting, Melee weapons.

Abilities: Gathering items, thievery, unlocking doors (keyholes only), improvising materials, mapping out an area. Can create wooden daggers, spears, and arrows.

Backpack: Metal baseball bat, combat knife, oak spear, wooden spear (usually 3 at a time) hunting rifle, 9mm, rifle and pistol ammunition, scope, bedroll, make-shift tent, bowl, fork and spoon, paper plates, 3 water bottles, canteen, first-aid kit, flashlight, 6 batteries, a brown jacket, gloves, baseball cap, pilots goggles, bandana, comic books, dictionary, CD's, teddy bear, compass, notebooks, sketchbook, pack of pencils, traveling map, custom maps, red marker, and a picture of his mother.

Personality: Dean is very cautious, uptight and generally quiet given the current situation. He misses how everything was, and it shows in his personality. But if he manages to lighten up, people will see that he likes to have fun, has a sense of humor, and ironically loves to talk, he just doesn't. He hates to form bonds in fear that they'll just be ripped away by the monsters, and so he stays silent.

History: Before the monsters entered everyone's lives, Dean lived a pretty normal life. He attended high school, and had generally good grades, participated in a couple of clubs, and was on the baseball team. His life really wasn't anything special, but he would give everything to have it back.

Dean managed to get into a university somewhere in California, along with 2 of his closest friends. They dreamed to go to college together, and it was coming true, so they celebrated, and decided to make the drive there from Columbus, Ohio. Upon their arrival, they witnessed the horror and first sightings of these monsters that inhabit the world today. The University had experienced an outbreak. Dean and his friends ran, sticking together, and decided to return home to their families. Unfortunately, they never made it back. Whilst driving one of the creatures jumped in front of their vehicle, causing them to skid off road, the car flipped, killing both his friends, and injuring Dean.

From there on, Dean did his best to survive in the forest, healing his wound as best he could and carving a spear out of wood. To his luck, a group of 5 survivors were making their way through the forest to a cabin owned by one of them, and found Dean in the forest. They took him in.

For a year Dean lived with these people, going back and forth from town, salvaging what they could. Compared to the situation they were living a safe enough life, until one night, on their way back to the cabin, one of the creatures had tailed them. Catching the group by surprise, it managed to infect one of the members of the group, and he another, until only Dean was left. He gathered what he could, hopped in their car and was off.

He was distraught. These people were his friends, and now only mindless creatures. From here on he developed trust issues, in fear he would experience the pain of a loss once more. Dean began his journey back to Columbus, Ohio, in search of his family.

I'm not that good in character creation, so please tell me if I need to improve something. ^-^

Name: Ryan Baird
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Height: 5'7"

Appearance: Ryan has short, brown hair in a darker shade and green eyes. His height can be considered average, but he is thinner than the average. He favors comfortable, but durable clothes that serve him well in the cruel conditions outside. He wears the same sweater, trousers and boots almost every day, so their colors have started to fade. Ryan is known for always having his trusty(dirty and used, but working) watch on his left hand. Another signature of him are his MP3 headphones, usually found around his neck or in his ears.

Personality: Ryan is a kind, friendly individual, although the days of the disaster have hardened his emotions. He is very suspicious towards strangers and thus it's hard to earn his trust, but he's very loyal to those, who managed to. He is very tech-savvy and has great know-how of computers and everything related to them. He learns fast, which made him able to acquire a good deal of all-around knowledge. He loves to speak and put his talking skills to test - debate.
Music is also a vital part of his life and he has a great sense of rhythm.
However, as he spent a lot of his time in front of a computer, he lacks physical strength and is pretty clumsy at times.

Name: James
Age: 26
Gender: Male

Appearance: James has always been one of the shorter guys in the army, but made up for it in his build. He was broad and thick, years of army training has left him in top physical shape.

Background: James joined the Army at 17 and trained to become a front line gunner, when he turned 24 he switched roles to begin training as a medical officer in the hopes of reducing the amount of time spent away from his family. Only 6 months before graduation from army training, the outbreak occurred. The Army was instructed to stay onsite, but when several of the larger soldiers had morphed into horrific creatures, he fled, knowing that his family would need protection. Upon arriving home he found his stepdad had morphed, and killed his entire family. Except for Kat. Kat was his life now. He must protect Kat

Skills: Strong, skilled with a range of guns, and basic hand to hand combat skills. He has medical knowledge, but only for basic wounds and injuries, and he lacks most of the supplies necessary.

Name: Esa kitten
Age: Appears 15
State of mind: Seems level, very scared. Doesn't appear infected.
History: Unknown
Other: She never speaks. Unknown if by choice or by injury. Wears a fancy collar on her neck with a tag that reads "Esa kitten". She is very protective of her collar.

Final note: You have permission to injure, restrain, or kill this character if the situation evolves into that.

Name: Willie Okonma

Age: 31

Height: 5'11"



Skills: Shooting, hand to hand, melee weapons, survival, explosives, vehicles, cooking.

Abilities: Long range shooting, vehicle/weapon repairs and modifications, traps, tracking.

Backpack: M4 Carbine, scope attachment, 9mm, 2 grenades, smoke grenade, claymore, combat knife, hatchet, gallon of water, military rations, binoculars, canteen, gas mask, rope, first aid kit, stereo, guitar

Personality: Generally laid back and somewhat calm, Willie is a swell guy despite what's happened, and has the ability to liven up a group if need be. Very easy to talk to and prefers working and being with people, as teamwork is vital to him and he can't stand being by himself for so long. He's willing to share what little he has to help, but if you cross him, he won't forget it. Other than that, Willie's a good guy.

History: Willie was in the marines when the outbreak occurred, and was sent to Washington to keep the peace and hold back the creatures, but they were unable to contain it. When Washington was taken over, Willie made a run for home to Houston, Texas. Upon arriving, the outbreak wasn't as severe as other places. Willie's family were going to go by boat to Europe, where people say the outbreak was contained, and it was safe. Willie's younger brother, Franklin, was not among his family. The last they heard, he setup shelter in his garage, all the way in Chicago where he moved a few years back. Willie is on the hunt to reunite his brother with the family.

Name: Theos

Age: 22



Physical Description: Theos stands six foot four inches in height. His body frame is more slender or lanky then buff or athletic. His most prominent facial feature is the massive scar over his right eye. That is still visible even when he wears his goggles & mask.

Equipment: 1 water-canteen, 1 Knife, 1 Facemask, 1 Jacket (Hood included), 1 longbow, X Arrows (Amount should be made with help of GM). A backpack with A first aid kit, 2 one-liter bottles of water, A notebook and writing utensils (For documenting the Monsters),

Skills: CQC (Defensive Disarms and grapples, not majoring in offensive fighting), Pain Tolerance (Congenital insensitivity to pain), Acrobatics/Agility,

Fall-backs: Lack of physical Strength, Pain Tolerance (Congenital insensitivity to pain), Ability to interact/relate with others, Learning to use his bow (Not very accurate, but is learning at a semi-decent pace.),

Sanity/Personality: Not infected. Reclusive, Anti-Social, Lack of trust, Protective of those that prove his trust,

Bio: Since he was a boy, Theos has dealt with Congenital insensitivity to pain. While he does not have an 'immunity' to pain. He does have a rather high resistance or ability to ignore. The massive downside is some injuries obtained are failed to be noticed. So instead of tending to the minor injury like one should, this unnoticed wound can grow into bigger problems that one normally would of avoided easily. Growing up was rather difficult, due to him not able to fully relate or understand others. part of it was from his disorder but not a large portion of it. His Congenital insensitivity to pain was more of the icing on the cake to his anti-social attributes.

Due to a car accident that should of killed him, Theos lost his parents and was orphaned. Thrown between foster homes was the least exciting upcoming for Theos. For he constantly fought with foster-siblings and superiors. (whether in school or at home.) His latest foster parent was the most successful with Theos. An elderly man who adopted him after a few to many brushes with authority. The man known as Edward had another son and daughter of his own, while wife had passed away three months prior to Theos' adoption. Edward proclaimed "Ana would of never allowed A bright boy such as yourself. Continue going down the slippery slope you were." Theos never understood why Edward brought himself into his family and home like he did. But it was an incredibly good influence despite how rough it was for him. From ages 16-18 Theos was placed into A martial arts class, but focused on pure defense and not offense. Edward figured this would teach Theos discipline, without further allowing his Congenital insensitivity to pain turn into A weapon. Surprisingly enough martial arts was another good improvement for Theos' psyche and mentality.

Theos was already living in his own home before the apocalypse started. A large question tugging at his mentality is if his foster-family is alive. However only signs of them escaping their home city and slight insinuations of death are the evidence Theos has. Though due to the world being in such a chaotic stage, Theos doesn't avidly search for them 24/7. Finding his survival more important, hoping that he crosses paths with any members of his foster-family. However seriously doubting he ever will.

Theos currently spends his time wandering, trying to find A 'safe' spot to seek refuge. Due to A brush with violent raiders during his adventures in this modern day hell. Theos was graciously left with A massive scar on his right eye/cheek/forehead. Theos isn't exactly seeking comfort from company of others.

Name: Carlee

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Appearance:
Clothes

Personality: Carlee is very quiet , kind, and conscientious. She can be depended on to follow through with tasks or promises. She usually puts the needs of others above her own needs. Stable and practical, Carlee values security and traditions. She has a rich inner world of observations about people, but she often gets lost in her thoughts rather than focusing on the present situation. Extremely perceptive of other's feelings, interested in serving others and making them happy. Although she is adequately skilled in fighting, she does not like conflict, and is not likely to do things which may generate conflict. Loyal and faithful. Extremely well-developed senses, not interested in leading or controlling others. she is flexible and open-minded about other people lives, traditions, stories, etc...

Current Status/Background: Carlee's always been a fighter. Her mother died giving birth to her and as a result has been living with her father all her life. Since she was little and got beat up in a fight with bullies, her dad has been training her in martial arts and kickboxing so she can hold her ground against an enemy. As a member of the US Air Force, her Father taught her how to repair all types of planes and other vehicles while they were at a base with about a hundred other people. She is adequately skilled in repairing those kind of vehicles, but is still not a pro. There was some kind of unknown breech and somehow, the infected got in and killed everyone, including her father. She barely managed to escape with her life and is now on the run, looking out for refuge where there are people. She was not able to gather much during the invasion, just a machete, a pocketknife, rope, mase, and about a few days worth of food and water for herself. Her situation is looking grim as she is growing tierd and weak, and though she has told no one yet, she is losing vision in her right eye though she does not know why.

Name: Emma Herondale
Age: 17, appears 15 or 16
Height: 5'5"
Backpack: Some food, a water canteen, inhaler, light blanket, extra set of clothes, comic books, machete, small medical kit, 9mm pistol, rope, flashlight and some candy
Skills: Climbing trees or other high objects, handling a knife, quick-thinking, being sneaky, able to run fast for a long period of time, persuasion and lying. She knows only the basics of hand to hand combat.
Short history/personality: Emma's parents hid her in a small area at a young age in order to save her from an attack. Unfortunately her parents couldn't quite handle the situation and were killed. She was forced to be independent since she turned twelve and has been fending for herself ever since then. She's not very trusting of other people and tends to go with her own gut over others. Despite her hard past, she's got a bubbly personality and sarcastic tongue. Her big mouth has gotten her in trouble on more than one occasion. Additionally, Emma had asthma from a young age and although she hasn't had many recent attacks, she still has to carry around an inhaler.

ame: Timothy "White Wolf" Volk
Age: 23
Gender: Male

Physical Description:
Tim stands at five foot eight inches tall with a athletic build and developed muscles, not bulging but built overtime and more endurance than weight lifting style, and broad shoulders. He has long black hair tied in a ponytail and a black beard that he keeps neatly trimmed, it looks like long sideburns that meet with a goatee, with deep brown eyes.
Tim wears a White T-shirt and black over-shirt with black cargo pants and black combat boots with high sides.

Equipment:
1- K-Bar knife, 1 Camel pack, 1 Head mounted flashlight, 1 Alice pack, 1 Shasqua (Saber), 1 Walking stick, 1 Hoodie (black), 1 Jacket (brown), 1 Pair Combat Jack boots, 1 pair of Cargo pants (black), 1 pair of goggles, 10ft of rope, 4 rolls of duct tape, 1 pack of water filtration kit, 1 set of mechanics tools, 1 trimming kit, 1 boot polishing kit, and a 4lb hammer .

Skills:
CQC (Defensive strikes and grapples specialized in quick and fast take downs), German sword fencing, Survival skills (Military and Native American). First Aid, Quick learning and Adaptive.

Personality:
Tim is very loyal to friends and is group oriented, but can survive on his own. Keeps calm in heavy or serious situations and reacts well under pressure. He is very relaxed and easy going but suspicious of new comers or strangers until he can some what gage the personality.

Bio:
Timothy Volk grew up in the Northeastern part of South Dakota on a farm stead. His father's side of the family is a long time standard of being in the military and also due to Native American Heritage big into survival training and practicing of their customs. His mothers' side of the family is mostly farmers and college graduates who are extremely intelligent and very fast learners. From a young age Tim was taught how to farm and fix farm equipment and motor vehicles on the fly with very little resources on hand. Also was put through ruck sack hikes and military boot camp style training, such as learning how to properly use and maintain firearms of wild variety.
Due to his background Tim excelled well into school and had great interests in tinkering with anything he could get his hands onto wanting to learn how everything ticked and worked. He also had a wild imagination and loved hand to hand combat and also sword play which his father had taught him on a day to day basis. When Tim was a teenager he took this a little to far and studied swords and metallurgy in order to have a background in smithing and machining in order to ply a craft or trade in order to make money in his later life. At the age of 18 Tim applied for the military but was turned down due to certain problems. From being rejected from the military Tim decided to go out into the world and learn more about it from culture to job experience he traveled the East Coast from Maine to Florida before he returned home to South Dakota. After returning he went to a local University and studied mathematics and history to hopefully earn his bachelor degree while working a full time job.
When the apocalypse happened Tim gathered his traveling and fathers military gear and met up with his friends. Due to one of his buddies they decided to go East in order to commandeer a bought and head out to less populated islands where they could live off the land and stay away from roaming bandits and monsters hoping to live out for a few years before returning to mainland to see what humanity had left to offer. But one faithful night just east of Duluth, Minnesota Tim and company were attacked by raiders. Split up after the attack he continued east hoping to find a trace of his friends or complete the mission the friends and him had set out to do.