Made up my CS's. Included the zombie one just in case you'd take it. [hider=Dominic Wales, Human] [u]Name/Nickname:[/u] Dominic Wales, Dom, Officer Whales [u]Age:[/u] 23 [u]Sex:[/u] Male [u]Hetero/Homo/Bi:[/u] [u]Faction:[/u] Trin, Internal Defense Force [u]Position:[/u] Police Officer [u]Appearance:[/u] Dominic is your average young man, standing at about 5'10" and 176lbs. His blond hair is kept short in a crew cut, and he has piercing eyes of a sky blue with a rigid jaw line. His build is athletic to match the needs of his job as a police officer. He has a peach tone to his skin and can often be found in his uniform, short sleeves if allowed. Most would say he has a serious face, lips often drawn taught in a judging frown. [u]Biography/Backstory:[/u] Dominic lost both his parents after the Mutation, shortly after the South Wall fell. He was bounced around from foster home to foster home, much like many of the surviving children were. He wasn't special. Until he turned 18, that was, when he was officially an adult and had no where left to turn. He was homeless for a while, again, much like many of the survivors after what happened in the South. He was given few clear options, and chose to enlist with Internal Defense to avoid an early death. He showed himself worthy and underwent training at the Police Academy at the age of 20. He passed with all marks above average and began his duties patrolling around the breached zones, checking scouts as and vagabonds as they came in and securing the perimeter when it became necessary. He's been on the job officially for almost two and a half years.[/hider] [hider=Rodney Crane, Human] [u]Name/Nickname:[/u] Rodney Crane, Roddy, Rod [u]Age:[/u] 57 [u]Sex:[/u] Male [u]Hetero/Homo/Bi:[/u] Hetero [u]Faction:[/u] Grinï [u]Position:[/u] Worker/Overseer [u]Appearance:[/u] Rodney Crane is an older gentleman, and it clearly shows with the wrinkles around his eyes, on his forehead, and his laugh lines. He has longer hair, about shoulder length of a salt 'n pepper gray color, although is balding on top which is often covered with a cap of some sort. His eyes are a listless brown and his mouth is all but hidden behind a soupstrainer mustache and beard combo. His skin is dark from work in the fields, but his body might not show it. He's wiry but strong and walks with a limp. He can be found in overalls or jeans and a coat more often than not, and almost always with some kind of headwear. [u]Biography/Backstory:[/u] Rodney lost his wife many years before the purge and his son when the South Wall fell. Before that he worked as a rancher in the Southern District, having always been a Trinean. He worked with his son and was planning on passing the ranch to him and his wife someday when he could properly upkeep it and Rodney could no longer work. And then everything went to shit. He was saved by his son after he fell from a water tower in the initial invasion, breaking his leg in the process. While Rodney was handed over to the Northmen for safe escort deeper into the city, his son went back for his wife and was never heard from again. Rodney's leg never healed properly, serving as a bitter reminder of that day. Finding his knowledge and experience in farming useful, he was put back to work in the Southern District as soon as it stabilized, both working on his own farm and as an Overseer of younger, less experienced farmers and ranchers. He holds his allegiance with the Gri'ers, who helped saved him when all Hell broke loose while Trin sat on their hands, and who worked to get his ranch back. When the zombies come to close to the South Wall, he's employed on the watchtower with a rifle and assists in picking off the living dead until Gri'er forces can secure the ranches once more.[/hider] [hider=Warrant Officer of the Dead] [u]Original name/nickname:[/u] Simon Calhun [u]Age of death:[/u] 33 [u]Sex:[/u] Yes [u]Appearance:[/u] Simon is dead. Cold and dead. He's a little shorter than average, but his exact height is unknown because most in his presence aren't worried about his height. The same with his weight, which might change as he leaks fluids or loses and organ or two. He hasn't been dead long, only a few years, but he has already begun rotting and falling apart. His skin is a jaundiced yellow, and peeling around the face, hands, and feet. The bruises he may get never heal over time, instead slowly and sickeningly transforming into bloody, messy boils of various sizes. His tongue is half-gone, bitten off some time ago, and his eyes are milky white and empty. He has long black hair that somehow hasn't fallen out yet, but is very stringy, loose, and greasy. A gash in his stomach allows his intestines to spill out, and although he is always attempting to hold this together with sutures or staples it never wants to keep. All of his fingernails are missing, revealing bloody, scabby open flesh that spreads fluid on everything he touches. As a result of his ghoulish visage, he wears bandages around his face and hands. Simon wears an officer's uniform, complete with ribbons, rank, and hat, although it is always bloody and dirty, and he changes into another one as soon as he can find one cleaner. The military branch or rank does not matter to him, only that it is an officer's uniform. [u]Biography/Background story:[/u] Simon came from Grinï. At least to what he remembers. Memory seems to come and go when you're dead. Simon Calhun was one of those one-in-a-million zombies that happened to evolve intelligence, although slowly overtime. He became aware of his surroundings and gained much of his intelligence back, although his memory never really returned from when before he was bitten. He actually took his name from the billboard for a law firm. Call Simon Calhun, 421-7787 and protect your rights today! As a result of coming aware again as a zombie, the hunger never really left, and Simon was left insane upon his "awakening" as he saw it. Intelligent or not, the allure of human flesh is never ending. In his mind, he is the ultimate level of human: one who can't be harmed, or experience pain, or die. No worries, no mortality. It was Heaven as God himself envisioned it. He knew that his mission with this existence he'd transcended to would be to convert as many as possible, to make everyone dead, walking corpses. Everlasting life in the Kingdom of Heaven. He found that he couldn't speak to his other undead brethren, but discovered that he could lead them where he wanted and make them do what he wished through other methods. Upon testing this by leading a horde to a military outpost, one that had gone untouched and unbreached until he forced wave after wave of zombie horde upon its gates, he had stolen an officer's uniform. Repeating as he had done with the sign, he had declared himself Warrant Officer of the Dead and underwent his holy mission to cleanse the Earth of the living so that everyone may live undead for an eternity.[/hider]