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[Nallore]

Maria Smith

Name: Maria Sarah Smith

Nickname: Mar, Mara, Marie or Arie

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Nationality: American

Appearance:

In-Depth Personality: Maria is very loyal to a fault where she would follow someone who she considers a friend or family member, but when you do betray that trust then it will take a very long time for Maria to forgive and trust that person. Maria is very loving and a caring person once she gets to know you and will be very protective over them especially members her younger sister.

Maria is also known to be very stubborn when it comes to certain subjects and also very hardheaded. Maria also seems to be the happiest when she is out in the fields, or out doing some bow hunting for the community mainly due to her life growing up in the farm with her father which are the best memories she has of her father and family before her family got divorced

Character background: Maria was born as the oldest in her family, her father owned a family farm outside of the town of Zelienople and her mother growing up on the farm from the age of seven when she was old enough she would take care of the farm animals, they owned four cows, five horses, ten sheep and about thirty chickens. Maria actually enjoyed working side by side with her father, when Maria was around the age of thirteen her father decided to take her out on their first hunting trip. He had bought her a bow her first kill was a white tailed deer, but when Maria was fifteen years old her mother and father started arguing constantly until eventually they filed for divorce. Maria had a choice to either live with her father or her mother, but she chose to stay with her father since they were closer and Maria was old enough to choose which parent she wanted to live with.

Maria was still close and saw her mother and sisters quiet often, when high school came around Maria did very well always getting A's and B's and the occasional C here and there. Maria eventually graduated from high school, and she went to Chatham University in Pittsburgh living in an apartment she would be able to see her mother and sisters fairly often. She got a part-time job at a retro diner in the city that sold mainly breakfast all day and worked there usually during the evenings while she went to school in the early morning and afternoon. Maria would also always visit her father as well during breaks or in between semesters.

College life was harder then high school was for Maria, but she still got good grades and managed to make quiet a few friends and she would spend time when she wasn't busy with either her part time job or school work. Maria also took some classes and learned how to speak Spanish she is fairly fluent with it.

Equipment:

• Maria is currently wearing Black leather jacket, white button up tshirt, pair of blue jeans and a pair of brown boots.
• Professional hunting bow
• Quiver of ten arrows
• M-16 Assault Rifle
• Two extra clips of ammo of the M-16.
• Machete
• A picture of her family when they were all together.
• Deer necklace given to her by her father before moving out to college
• Refillable canteen

Weapons:

• Hunting Bow
• M-16 Assault Rifle
• Hunting Knife

(Won't have any of these except for the bow at the start)

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[agentmanatee]

Allan Karlsson

Name: Allan Karlsson

Nickname: Al, or Big Al

Age: 38

Gender: Male

Nationality: Canadian, born to two immigrants from the Netherlands

Appearance: Though not obese or "fat" Allan is a large man. His gut, large arms and legs lead some to believe he is unhealthy. He excercises regularly, but not obsessively, just enough to keep himself healthy. He was born big boned and therefore his more pronounced gut is a natural feature, and he has no wish to rid himself of it, though he probably couldn't if he did want it gone. His face was once very well trimmed and kept, a large, neat and styled mustache on his lip. He stands tall as well, about 6'3, and weighs around 200 lb. He most often wears a suit and tie, and most of his attire is semi formal, he was a teacher after all. Most often his apparel consists of a collared long sleeve shirt,neat khaki, black or gray pants, and a thick jacket or blazer in winter. In the summer he often wears only the pants and shirt with its sleeves rolled up, both styles tend to have a tie. His hair is dirty blonde and thick. His face is large, like the rest of him and has thick features, it could be called gruff if he allowed more facial hair to grow.

In depth personality: Allan is a raucous, kind and fun loving man. In spite of his large stature those who know him realize he is about as dangerous and threatening as a small dog. He enjoys simple and smart humour, drinking and talking with others and being a generally good person. But, as a side effect he is rather trusting and will ofte take people at their face value as well as being rather soft in dealing out punishment or discipline. He is not prepared to hurt peoples feelings or make himself out to be someones enemy. Its hard for him to give serious criticism or make tough decisions. He'd prefer to be everyones friend rather than anyones enemy. He is kind, supportive and friendly; but also gullible, trusting and soft.

Character background: Allan Karlsson may have been born in Canada, but his parents most certainly were not. Born in the Netherlands, his parent immigrated to Canada following a job offer in the country for his father just before their son was born, so Allan was born on Canadian soil instead of the Netherlands. Born in Toronto, Allan was raised speaking both Dutch and English, and his parents made sure he knew where the family came from. Allan was good at making friends from an early age, he was always outgoing and adventurous, and willing to please.

By middle school he had already begun to grow much larger than his classmates, was fluent in dutch and english, and had taken to history with gusto. Highschool passed similarly easy for the smart youth, scoring high marks in most of his classes, his lowest beign C's in his mathematics courses. One of his teacher's then suggested he take up teaching, as he seemed to naturally make friends with others and communicated well. This was during his senior year in high school, and he agreed wholeheartedly, applying to Seneca college. He was admitted, earned his teaching degree, a masters in history, and a bachelors in psychology. It was quite easy for him to find a job as a teacher in Toronto at a public High school. There he was both school counselor, and the history teacher.

He has never regretted his situation and enjoys being a teacher. He has yet to settle down and dates rarely, preffering friendships to intimate relationships as they are far simpler. Though, he has recently begun thinking about his future and searching a bit more in depth for a woman to spend his life with. All in all, Allan is very happy with how his life has turned out thus far

Equipment:

-Cleaned and pressed suit
-Tweed Jacket
-three ties
-Pocket knife
-Antique pocketwatch(Family Heirloom)

Pocket Watch

-Ball peen hammer
-Walther PPK 9mm (enoys the James Bond Movies)

Weapons:
-Ball peen hammer
-Pocket knife
-Walther PPK 9mm

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[SgtEasy]

Jean-Jacques

Name:
Jean-Jacques Adebesi Wells

Nickname:
"Lightning"

Age:
28

Gender:
Male

Nationality:
Half-Ivoirian/Half-French

Appearance:


Masculine with not even the faintest hint of femininity, Jean prides himself on his manly appearance. Standing at a tall 6"4, weighing in around over 120 lbs of muscle and a whole heap of chocolate goodness, his previous love for football and now rugby definitely shows in his appearance. The definition on his muscles are almost absolutely ridiculous, a six pack bordering on an eight pack. He's an absolute giant of a man, big shoulders, big arms, big chest and big legs. Some say that the only thing he's lacking is a big beard which he can't grow for the life of him. All he wanted was to braid his beard, instead he has to wait years to even grow a stubble. Does it have to be that hard? His stance and posture is one of confidence, head high and his walk is long and purposeful. Almost like he always has to go somewhere, some place to be. His back is straight and his chest is instinctively puffed out.

His eyes are first class, as Yessenia would say. "An eyes are a window to your soul" except in this case the window is made out of green diamonds, the house is made of gold and the soul is on fire. They are of the lightest green, almost bordering on white. In the torching summer sun or in the bright lights of the city, you can make out golden flecks in his eyes, shining through the lightest green. In the height of winter, his eyes turn into a very light bluish green, almost reflecting his mood in the season. No matter what however, they are always on fire. A wilful, strong soul is behind those eyes, predatory and to the wrong person, dangerous. They can be scary, ruthless and animal-like, staring at your soul like they want to tear you apart. To the right person, they are warm. Golden almost always. They give comfort, their confidence in themselves and in you is like a constant warm hug. They exude an underlying sense of wanderlust and adventure but have a loneliness to them. If you look hard enough, you will see a cold blue in them. A sadness. A crazed look. One of depression, of loneliness... and of forgetfulness?

He has a sturdy, rock solid jaw and thick eyebrows, he has a lot going for him. Jean has a faint scar on the upper right of his bottom lip from when he busted it in a tackle. Two scars, one deep and one shallow, right next to the kidneys from when he was still in Cote D'ivoire, slash marks from a territorial fight of old. Another scar appears across the side of the neck, just stopping before the throat. This and many other scars bore his body, one scar right under his ear from a man trying to tackle him, another crossed against his knee caps. Each one tells an adventure, a story.

His tattoos mark his history, every game, every fight, every tackle, every try... His tattoos speak a tale, 28 years long, continuing until the day he dies. Some may say it's obsessive but he believes in stories and that the skin is the best canvas to tell them on. However, there are three significant tattoos. His first ever tattoo is one he wears with pride, the wings of an angel displayed proudly on his upper torso with the word "Béni" on it, the French word for "blessed". He isn't a religious nut but he is a miracle believer and that faith chose him to be lucky enough to survive the damn ghetto and find a loving, albeit broken, family in a new country.

His next tattoo actually runs from both of his arms to his upper back. A serpent-like, thorny vine winding up his arms in a double helix around them, blood drawn from each thorn. The two pairs of vines go around behind the shoulder and splits to form a rectangle spanning form both shoulder blades. Etched in the middle are the words "lla loyauté, honneur, le respect". Loyalty, honour, respect. The three core values that he believes in. Every thorn prickling the skin is a sign of every struggle he had to go through to get where he is, each thorn weighing him down. Each vine represents his four fears. Black to represent failure, paired with a yellow vine to represent anxiety. On his left arm, a red vine to represent breakdowns and a blue vine to represent emotions. Each one he fears, each one he hates. Three are concepts and one is linked to them so therefore, in his eyes, they are unacceptable to be defeated by.

The third tattoo is of a heart. Not as manly as the others and he actively tries to hide it but it is placed right under his first tattoo, on the right hand side. A heart trapped in a cage, ball and chain, alone. This was latest tattoo he's been given and the one most relevant to his situation. The significance of all of these tattoos are only known by his artist, Tish. She is the only one that knows how he feels, how he expresses emotion through ink, how he has his mouth shut even though he wants to say so much, so loudly. She sees the struggle, she sees the pain and most importantly, she sees the condition. He uses these tattoos to tell his tale, to leave a message even when he is long dead. To leave at least a small mark on the world despite his failures.

Jean is not much for taking care of himself in terms of clothing. His fashion is varied. Some may say that the snapbacks, Jordan's, Van's, graphic t-shirts and jeans labels him as "Typical Millenial". While other may say that his additional love of sweatpants, hoodies and comfort clothes may speak volumes about his personality. He carries around a signed rugby ball by a famous former All Black, Richie McCaw from when he was touring New Zealand with his coach. He kicks it around, tosses it about but never does he drop it nor let anyone touch it. To him, it is like a holy grail. But to most, no matter what he wears, the scars he bears and tattoos he shows with pride, he's just a jock

In-Depth Personality:
Jean is supposedly, at least he wants to think, an image of masculinity. He is assertive, he likes getting things done on his own but appreciates when people want to help him but politely refuses. He needs to get what he wants and is confident in himself enough that he believes that he could do anything if he tried hard. Relentless in competition and approaches tasks with ruthless and brutal efficiency, he can scare weaker men with how he focuses on the field. Never say that this man isn't strong in mind and has one of the fiercest will in the world, his mother would say. This confidence in self may seem unattractive to some and his refusal to believe in defeat is both attractive and ugly at the same time. He can also seem hard headed and stubborn at times. This almost religious following of the "rules of masculinity" almost always borders on machismo. He can seem traditional and conservative in the way he acts and his personality but does it in a modern way. He treads a line between normal and excessive. But despite these faults, he is known to be respectful. To have strength, you must also respect those who have more than you.

His hate of weakness is an extension of his fear of emotions and it originates from the first six years of his life. Show toughness, show strength, show power and you will live in the ghetto. As an orphan, these were the most important qualities to have otherwise you were as good as dead. Show weakness, show emotions, show sadness of all things? You will be viewed as weak and quickly stomped out. You must have willpower. You must have this willingness in your heart to do anything and everything to survive. Put your mind in shutdown, build your walls high, lie when you can and keep your head high. Make a mask so thick you will not even recognise yourself and forget who you are, keep yourself as unrecognisable as possible to provide a mental wall from the pain. Every lie is a shield but this type of mentality does a lot to fuck you up. To a religious man, every falsehood, every red herring is just a burden to his soul but he can't seem to shake it. A limb of the mind cannot be severed so easily.

By all means, Jean isn't a religious nut. He doesn't preach in the streets, he doesn't have homophobia, he is t against contraception, gay marriage and things like that. He isn't against other religions nor the absence of one. He doesn't believe that pre-marital sex is bad, just as long you truly care for who you are making love with. "As long as I love her, why would He care?" He generally stays off the topic of religion. He has faith however. He has belief. He believes in miracles, he believes in the Ten Commandments, he believes in Him. He doesn't walk around like billboard shouting out "Y'all need Jesus!" He's politely going to church when he can. This is the only aspect of Jean that is so different from the rest. More reserved, calmer, a little more peaceful. But he does have dark places which is why he goes to church so much.

Since his birth Jean has, and always will be, lonely. No matter what anyone says, even the vows on a wedding day couldn't shake his thought of impending loneliness. This is for a number of reasons, one of which is the fact that he doesn't know who he is. However, he is certain that it isn't the confident hard ass he and his friends portray him as. Growing up an orphan and then violently being shoved into a family also creates a lot visible and invisible lines between him and the Wells. He knew that his father didn't love him, no matter what his mother said. This was all a marketing stunt, he wasn't a child of love. He was a child of money and profit. Also, the culture shock alone of transferring for a ghetto in the Ivory Coast to a happy home in America is mind numbing. He has built so many walls to restrict who he is that he feels lonely when people care for him. One lone person in this world knows him, and that's his baby brother.

Character background:
Cote D'Ivoire. The Ivory Coast in West Africa. The birth place of Jean-Jacques and one of the biggest trials of his life. Some would say he was fortunate to be born in such a stable place in Africa (at least when he was born) and that he wasn't caught up in a country with civil unrest, violence and absolute chaos. The Ivory Coast has one of the largest GDP's in Africa and it is significant in trading to the landlocked countries surrounding it to provide resources. It is the former home of many civilisations before the colonial period and has a rich history and culture. As a former French colony, the main language is a form of African French and it remains close ties with both it's neighbours and the West, particularly France. It was an economic powerhouse during the '60s and '70s but experienced political and social turmoil during the '80s, all of this under the reign of Felix Houphouët-Boigny. Unfortunately for Jean, this was when he was introduced to the planet.

He was born in the large city of Abidjan, a growing urban centre for population and economy. Unfortunately, every city has a dark side and therefore dark people. His biological parents were on the lower side of the economic scale and greatly suffered because of it. Living in the vilest ghetto in town, crime sprees weren't all that uncommon and people turned a blind eye towards killings. His father was a drunkard, constantly going from bar to bar asking for more alcohol. He was never there for his wife and when he was home, he was aggressive. Violent. Crazy. His mother was French, a poor former-nun who came into the wrong city at the wrong time. During the social turmoil of the '80s, some crimes were left in the air, crimes such as rape. Victims were forced to either abort their babies or raise them. His mother was a kind woman, would never hurt a fly really. Absolutely gorgeous woman, with soft eyes and caring touch. If you were looking from afar, you wouldn't notice the ugly scar running down across her right eye and the sad, mute look that dons that beautiful woman.

If Jean could remember his first four years, it would be filled with confusing and contradicting emotions. He would remember happiness and warmth from his mother, crying over his infant body with that pretty smile of hers. He would remember the love he felt when she sung him a lullaby to keep him asleep, her angelic voice filling his near-deaf ears, piercing through the confusing sounds of the outside world. He would remember her selflessness, curling up to him when his father was it his maddest. He would remember the comfort he felt in her arms. He would never forget the love that went away as she passed, blood spilling from her throat, his father crying over her dead body, bloody knife in hand. But, alas, he was a child, a newborn at that. He would only remember the hate and fear he felt from his father.

He was never there for him, his father. He left him at an orphanage and probably died in some whole. As a small boy, being left alone meant that you had to act strong, even in an orphanage. At the age of 5, he wasn't supposed to be recruited into a local gang. He wasn't supposed to lose his childhood so soon. He wasn't supposed to feel blood on his hands, hearing someone's skull cracking as the sound of a gunshot rings in your ear, the irony taste of crimson liquid on your tongue. It was a violent life but he had a simple job. He was already pretty big by this age and could go toe-to-toe with the big kids. His job was to follow the big kids as they walk around the ghetto, establishing territory and roughing up the homeless to get on their side, vandalising homes and telling the other gangs to back off. He always held his head high, unflinching eyes staring at the weak as they cower before him. He believed in the survival of the fittest, the strong over the weak, hate over love, strife over peace.

He always assumed that he wouldn't be adopted. Why would he? He was a hood rat, a thug and he was a halfie. No one liked halfies. Everyone knew his father was a drunkard and the people of the orphanage hated him for sneaking out at night, engaging in criminal activity. So when a sweaty, puffing, sunglass wearing American barged through the door looking for a kid, he didn't think anything about it and continued sharpening his pencil in the corner. But when he heard a sweet voice call out in a strange language, kind, strong willed, passionate but also... familiar. Like a wave of relief washed over him, a small warmth trickling into his heart. His eyes softened, muscles relaxed and pain he didn't even notice was there faded away.

Jean's eyes went shut and he went cold again. Everything was shoved into a cage, taunting voices, moving shadows. But there was still a buzz, a warmth. A crack in his armour, a lullaby faint but so clear in his head. They piqued his interest and so he started walking confidently towards them. Each step became heavier and heavier, each heavy breath was a struggle. He was getting nervous, an experience that felt unnatural to him. It was strange, it was like you were not in control of your own body. He finally got to the woman, he assumed to be the man's wife, and spoke in his slang-ridden Africa French. "Who the fuck are you?" His fingers were callous, muscles taut, a man's eyes in a boy's body. Yesenia widened her eyes before she smiled sadly at the sight. Such a young boy having gone through so much, with those eyes, with that face... He would be a perfect older brother. She knelt down and pulled him into a hug, ignoring his shocked face, whispering softly in his ear "You are no longer alone." He melted.

The paperwork and the meetings were hell. The orphanage wanted to get rid of him, the arrogant pest who corrupts but they wanted to make sure that the Wells knew what they were going to do. They were going to adopt a troublemaker, one known for violence and criminality. But Yesenia took it in stride, smiling through all of the worried faces, all throughout it all, he was clutching her hand tightly. Conrad expressed concern but ultimately kept his mouth shut. It was his idea but they agreed that she would be the one to choose the child they would adopt and by this point, he was still loyal to her. They had to leave of course, to sort out more paperwork and immigration but they came back. He always happy when they visited although he only expressed it in subtle actions. Grabbing a fistful of their clothes, cold eyes turning into the warm gold, the rare hug and small "thanks".

On his sixth birthday, Jean landed on US soil and got to meet his baby brother. He poked his cheek. "Ma, he's soft. Too soft. Too fat." He poked his cheek again, feeling the boy squirm from the touching in his sleep. When has he ever been that fat? Been that loved? His golden green eyes stared back at his amused but tired mother. "Fat is good though." And kept poking his cheeks, entertaining himself before falling asleep. Dom, when he woke up, saw his new big brother and tackle hugged him, surprising the older boy. "Fuck shit! It's a midget!" he exclaimed as he was tackled to the ground. This marked the first day of a wonderful brotherhood and the expansion of a little brother's vocabulary.

Jean took care of his brother most days due to how swamped both parents were. Taking care of Dom wasn't a very hard job and this was when bonds were formed. Most would say that he was a bit too overprotective of Dom and that he should ease off on the "I am big brother, I will kill you if you hurt small brother" but everyone would agree that he did a good job. If someone wanted to hurt his little brother, Jean would hurt them back in the most vicious of ways. In a way, he was the one that was most reliant on the other, Dom's calming words when he (unfortunately) appeared to be upset always brightened his day a little bit.

Miami wasn't all that different to Abidjan. The climate didn't change nor did the sun, torching down at his back. Although the Ivorian city was never this big, a city was still a city. The people however... they were happy. They acted like they weren't, honking their horns during a traffic jam, shouting at each other on their roads. They said they hated the temperature, the pollution, the crazy cocaine addicts. Dom himself pulled a tantrum and complained that he hated the fact that his ice cream melted so fast. But they never meant it, there was no power behind it. There was no real hate, it was more of a petty hate. He's experienced real hate, the kind where you want nothing but to destroy. Murder. Kill. Wipe the person from the face of the planet as revenge is the sweetest thing in the world. These disturbing thoughts and more floated around his head as the car approached High School.

He wasn't known for academics, to be the sharpest knife in the pantry in terms of knowledge about anything. He was very average in that fact, seeing as he was far too aggressive and shut-in to learn about some bullshit calculus or atoms or any of the bullcrap. It was his dream to be a footballer and excelled in it. Although he looked like he was on the skinny side, he was known to take hits and go toe-on-toe with beefcakes at Centre while also making the last minute adjustments to the plan. Never say that he wasn't willing to adapt and not analyse the field before him. He can read opponents better than most and it showed in his quick decisions. He was almost King of the school, popular with the girls and was at the highest peak in his footballing career. He was a star and was beginning to open up to those close to him like Yesenia and Chloe.

Unfortunately, his father (it seemed like both of his father's were both complete shitheads) finally fell from grace. He lost all respect for the man ever since he proved to be so distant, leaving him to take care of Dom all the time. His final fall was when it was proven that he was cheating on Yesenia. Jean was furious and it looked like he wasn't going to take this betrayal of loyalties just sitting there. It took his whole football team, Dom and his mother herself to keep him from tearing Conrad apart. Once more, he felt angry, felt hate. He always directed it at his father and if looks could kill, he would be obliterated from the face of the Earth.

He hated it all. Moving onto college in Toronto, his footballing skills came to a standstill, something changed. He couldn't even finish a semester before being kicked out of university for breaking out fights and tarnishing it's reputation. The shame was unbearable and he couldn't stand it all. He gave up football, his sport. He was picked up by a rugby coach and he thought that there could be a second chance for him, another hoorah in life. It was never going to work. Nothing was going to work.

Equipment:

• Currently wearing this attire
• Benelli M3 - Pistol Grip
• 30 shells
• Baseball bat
• Plastic water bottle
• Two snickers bars
• Rugby ball

Weapons:

• Benelli M3 (Will be found later)
• Baseball bat

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[Shoe Thief]

Henry Monroe

Name: Henry Monroe

Nickname:
Hunter, Henry doesn't really prefer his real name so he always goes by Hunter. Figured it sounded cooler.

Age:
26

Gender:
Male

Nationality:
American

Appearance:
Henry Hunter stands just a couple inches under six foot, with a fairly average build to him. Though anyone that knows his knows he's not as strong as he looks. He has the physical ability of a nerd. Though while working he will wear decently nice clothes overall he would prefer to wear things like camouflage, t-shirts, or cargo shorts. Cargo Pants being the only exception to this.

Hunter has what he likes to call long wavy brown lushes hair, what it is closer to is brown messy curly hair in need of better conditioner. He has brown eyes to match his hair, being only a couple shades lighter then his own hair.

In-Depth Personality:
Henr-- Hunter is the kind of person who would crash his car in a ditch to save a stray cat. With that, he's also the kind of person that would rather himself suffer rather then someone else. Overall he can be a careering person, though due to having trust issues once someone double crosses him or betrays his trust, he can become a total asshat. This doesn't mean he would leave them for dead, but he would do everything possible to make their respective lives hell for them.

Hunter, does not function well under stress. Under less then stressful conditions, he can do all sorts of interesting things. Things like setting up a basic electrical circuit, or simple mechanics, or some carpentry work, or at a shooting range he could make a relatively decent shot. Under stress he would likely electrocute someone, or himself, crush someone's hand on accident, take a saw to a finished wall, or shoot his instructor in the foot (Not saying that has happened, but you have been warned).

Hunter is a bit of a smart ass, and has a poor tendency to make jokes at the worst possible time. This isn't him intentionally being mean or rude, it's just he doesn't really think his actions through. He's also has an issue with actually doing things, motivation is what he calls it.

Character background:
Hunter traveled a lot of the country traveling form base to base as his father was transferred. With his father being in the United States Army Hunter grew up around firearms a lot, he learned firearm safety right about when he was able to walk, and soon after he was target shooting, despite the fact he wasn't really good at it until he was about 18 years old. His Mother became a teacher once his father retired from the army, before that Hunter didn't know what his mother did. What he does know is that he is required to go to college now, one way or another.

Years later Hunter took several classes attempting to earn a college diploma. And it turned out almost like high school, barely passing, and lots of slacking off. But after four long, painful, and stressful years, Hunter graduated from his community college by only a few points. He soon landed himself a job with a construction firm that sent him into Toronto. The pay was nice, and the insurance benefits were even better. That and he was able to move out of his parent's place.

Equipment:
-Odds and ends for tools: A sharpening rod, a simple pocket knife, ducktape, and a fold up screw driver.

-Ammo: about 16 shells, 20 or so rifle cartridges, and a handful of empty shells with loose powder and primer (This is Hunter being over confident in his skills to reload shotgun shells.) Last but not least, a small pouch of less then edible rice. This bag of rice is supposed to act as something like a bipod or a tripod.

-Food: Not a lot left, maybe a couple days worth, three or four if he's rationing really well. But who needs food anyway? The human body can last days, Weeks with out eating! Though water is about as bad, you're kinda dead after a couple days with out water...

-Other: Hard candy, the reason being is it's better for walking, helps with dehydration. Forces him to breath through his nose instead of his mouth. He keeps spare socks with him, he figures he can find more clothes with out too much work, but socks, dry socks are like gold now.

Weapons:

12 Gauge Pump action

30-06 Bolt action

Hatchet

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[Scout]

Волков-Джонсон Надя Александровна

Name: Nadya Alexandrovna Volkov-Johnson (Волков-Джонсон Надя Александровна)

Nickname: Let the characters think of one - maybe she'll let you use it.

Age: 26

Gender: Female, lest mine eyes doth deceiveth me.

Nationality: Russian-American

Appearance: Nadya is a modest 5'5" (and a half, she insists) and hardly heavy. Her piercing blue-green eyes are bordered by a pair of studded piercings she got in college. For work, she covered her tattoos with a lab coat and only wear her ear piercings until she got home or went out for recreation. The tattoos were another decision she made throughout her college years one of her favorites is plastered across her back - it's a rather detailed scene of a bear and an eagle reaching for one another in battle to represent her mixed roots. An unraveled 'banner' design borders the top and bottom, one reading God Is With Us and the lower says С Нами Бог in a Cyrillic cursive. Almost all of her others are purely artistic, save for a few. Her most important is located on her right hip; it's a Chicago Police badge with an angel wing decal on either side and the name Derek Johnson printed over the badge itself. Underneath it says Serve & Protect.

Volkov, Nadya A.

In-Depth Personality: Nadya is an openly caring and surprisingly vulnerable soul - the world that is fast approaching is one that many would say she is not fit for. However, she was raised not with tough skin, but rather with a malleable spirit and a hard head. In one word, she could be described as compassionate. Due to this more sensitive side, Nadya is a more skilled medical expert (see background - Emergency Room Nurse) and friend. On the other hand, it also means that even at work she takes each and every loss quite personally and in force. Being a mother, Nadya also has an overwhelmingly nasty protective side, even for friends and the defenseless. Thanks to her work in the Emergency Room, despite her empathy, the former nurse has a strong stomach and hardly flinches at the sight of blood or even something as significant as a seizure. She has a very professional attitude when the pressure rises, but as soon as the dust has settled, Nadya turns a switch from the girl that only her co-workers would know to one that they would think they had never met.

Character background: Born in Saint Peterburg, Russia, Nadya grew up in a Russian-speaking household. Her mother and father were divorced when she was rather young, so her memory serves her better when it comes to her mother's second husband - the man she called papa. He was an American studying abroad for his Doctorate of Science and after he finished his work in Russia, he was able to take his new wife and step-daughter with him to the U.S. There, she grew up outside of Baltimore, Maryland before moving to Columbus, Ohio for her own undergraduate education in Nursing. She had clearly adapted well to the American Private School system, as opposed to Russia's public one.

After receiving her first degree, she found a job working in a Chicago Emergency Room and was also thusly accepted to a part-time Master's Degree program in a highly renown school there. Amidst all of this, Nadya met her future husband, Derek. He was a fresh Police Academy graduate and, like her, he wanted to make the world a better place, but rather as a protector than a savior. In a city like Chicago, with all of the other stress Nadya dealt with, the last thing she needed was a man on the Force to think about all day - a man that she knew could be the next one wheeled in on a cart with no hope. Time and time again she turned him away. Finally, she caved in to his request when he showed up in her ER with a bullet hole in his shoulder after he made a joke about finding a fight just to get dropped there. Not even her parents know which came first - the baby or the ring - but they got married just under a year later.

Thus ended the happy, albeit hardest-working, part of Nadya's life. Two years after they got married, Derek was killed in a firefight. But, unlike she thought, he was not rolled in on her shift. No, it happened in the middle of the day, while she was taking a nap during one of the rare moments that her son, Joseph, was not begging for attention. She answered the door in pyjamas and a man stood there before her with stars on his uniform's shoulder boards and a cap in his hand. At his side stood a Chaplain. She can't even remember how she told Joseph that his father would not be coming home, or how she told her mother... Or when she let Joseph go to Maryland to spend the summer with his grandparents... She can't recall a mere summer turning into the rest of the year... Before she knew it, Nadya was visiting her son, rather than his grandparents coming to visit him. He always said how much he missed her, but they talked all the time. Her house was always a mess after Derek's passing and she said that as soon as she finished her degree and got a less crazy job, then she would move out to Maryland to be with the whole family. Her father said he knew a Johns Hopkins Alum who could get her transferred, but she almost done already - it would be simpler to just stay where she was, after all.

Just as she was reaching the culmination of her degree, Joseph turned two - she felt like she'd missed so much. Maybe not his first steps or words, but everything else were naught but photos. But never again, she vowed. She just had to put in a couple extra hours this fall and she could finish early - maybe spend some of her pent-up vacation time to get in the extra papers and projects, then she could move.

That's when it happened... It started as reports in the warmest parts of the world - this new disease was spreading. Is sounded like a weirdly mutated Rabies with the infectivity of HIV. It seemed more than abnormal, but surely it would be contained. Then it started traveling north - it seemed more serious than previously thought. Nadya was already packing to go back to Maryland, only a little bit of time. She didn't quite get to finish her degree - she had to extend just one more semester, but she was ready to move already. Her apartment lease was nearly terminated and her notice was already in at work. Days before she was going to move, her parents called and said they were going farther North - to meet them in Toronto, at their second apartment there. They claimed not to be afraid of the infection, but were just erring on the side of caution. Nadya understood - plus, it was a closer drive and she was happy they were protecting Joseph. They were getting older, so staying ahead of the danger was their best option.

Equipment: The only reason she has most of the survival gear in her pack happens to be because her husband made sure to have it in the house - she rarely used it before everything happened.
> Her late husband’s SIG P226 Elite SAO (9mm) with 2(+1 loaded/3) magazines (15 rounds)
> Kukri machete attached to her belt
> Single-strap backpack with her small supply of food and water and limited amounts of:
> Roll of duct tape
> Medical tape
> Several medical masks and a crushed box of Medium-sized latex gloves
> Gauze
> Wound disinfectant
> Current clothes:
> Jacket
> Cargo Pants
> Combat Boots
> Nike Ohio State Ball Cap
> Shooting Gloves

Weapons: Her husband's pistol and the machete

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Sergeant Vincent Georges Griffon

Name: Sergeant Vincent Georges Griffon

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Nationality: Québécois / French-Canadian

Appearance:

Vincent Griffon

Pictured: Vincent and his search dog, Roman, a German Shepherd. Vincent is rarely seen without his co-worker and most trusted companion. He doesn’t have a single piercing, tattoo, or facial hair on him. His eyes are a dull grey, seemingly tired and simultaneously full of ambition. His back is marked with a few scars and permanent blemishes.

In-Depth Personality: Sergeant Griffon is a flexible, constantly adapting officer. He knows when he holds all of the cards, but has never been one to show them or play unless he thinks it absolutely necessary. Vincent has always been an optimist and grew up as that boy who knew from his earliest school years that he wanted nothing more than a uniform and to say he helped people every single day. Rarely does he stick to or make a fully cohesive plans. After all, he strongly believes in the ‘life is what happens when you’re too busy making other plans’ line and refuses to overthink any situation. This doesn’t mean he lacks the ability to strategize or wait for the right moment to act, it simply states that when he sees an opportunity that would help him, he will take it.

Character background: There have been few with whom Vincent has spoken to about his very early childhood, but each scar tells the story of a boy raised in an unpleasant district of Moscow. His father was a discharged soldier with a drinking problem and his mother worked long hours. The situation was a rotten one, no doubt, but when he showed up to school in third grade with yet another black eye that he couldn’t explain without tearing up through the lie, the friends and other members of the family finally got involved. Nobody knew that Mr. Griffon’s problem had gotten so out of hand and Vince’s grandparents took him and his mother into their home in Vancouver. The cross country move was a lot for such a young boy, and honestly he had no idea what was really happening back then either, he just knew that his mother promised that life would get better if he would just do what she said.

Sergeant Griffon went to college for two years in Vancouver to stay close to his family, but Canada is large and they knew it wouldn’t last. He was too ambitious and when he got accepted to the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, they saw him off to the Academy. After showing his ability to work loyally and under pressure in Toronto, they let him apply for and transfer to the Police Dog Services unit, where he was taught to work with and care for his new, still-a-puppy companion: Roman.

After the dog’s training was complete, he was grown and the pair were inseparable. Work started surprisingly slowly in his new unit, still located in Toronto. He was shocked, honestly, after being told it had potential to be a lot more dangerous than his previous station. However, when things began to pick up, they really started working. Cars were flooding the borders, so then-Caporal Griffon was moved to help with car searching. There were so many, they couldn’t search them all, but Vince’s take-charge attitude and ability to tell people things that they didn’t want to hear made him stand out. He made Sergeant just before the evacuation.

Next came the hard part… Sergeant Griffon followed his unit back to the city and the force worked hard through the night for barely a couple of days to get the city evacuated. The border was abandoned – at this point, they just wanted everybody on this dying planet safe so they posted signs and left countless maps in the open guard booths marking the location that they were evacuating all of the citizens. There was going to be a military base up North, but when his ride was heading out, Vince refused. He wanted to make sure that everybody who wanted to get out did. He’d be following only a couple of days later, he assured them.

Now, he’s just got to get his own affairs together and meet them back up North. He sent his uniform and most of his things up, keeping only what he needed to travel – including his badge, ID, and equipment.

Other: Vincent grew up in a French-speaking home and it is his primary language. He can understand English, more or less, and has a working knowledge of how to use it but he is hardly comfortable in it.

Equipment:
> Backpack
> S&W 5946 – 9mm, 2 magazines (10 rounds each)
> A box of approximately 50 rounds (9mm)
> Colt Canada C7 Rifle – 2 magazines (30 rounds each), no spare ammunition
> Tac-Force Pocket Knife, flashlight attached
> A couple of days of preserved foods and bottled water, dog food
> Hip holster for his pistol and magazines, the rifle is strapped to his back
> A Black Hoodie
> Hiking Boots
> Sunglasses
> Wallet and Badge
> A harness and leash for Roman, though he does not often use it unless required

Weapons:
> Colt Canada C7 Rifle, 2 magazines (30 rounds)
> S&W 9mm pistol, 2 magazines, 50 spare rounds
> Tac-Force Spring-Assisted pocket knife with flashlight

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Roman:

German Shepherd, Male, 3 years old
Specialties – Pursuit and detention, defense, drug sniffing
Weaknesses – Does not know how to hunt, refuses to approach the dead; absolutely terrified (scent, movement, every sense feels inhuman and as an atrocity) and confused around them

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[vietmyke]

Tommy Kensington

Name: Thomas "K-Ton" Kensington
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Nationality: American

Appearance:

Appearance

Standing in at 6' flat, and weighing roughly 170 lbs. Tommy posses an lithe, athletic build of one used to physical activity and rigorous excercise. His jet black hair is cropped short and his facial hair clean and professional. He has a squarish face, with prominent features and cool blue eyes, his mouth typically curled into a flat frown. He has a tattoo on his inner left forearm that reads "Government Property" in thick black military letters, and another tattoo over it that says "Void" in red.

In-Depth Personality:
Cool and collected, Tommy has a calm and professional demeanor that seems to pervade every fiber of his being. Level headed and quite confident, Tommy likes to maintain awareness over every situation he's in and can provide even the most panicked individuals with a sense of calm in an otherwise hectic situation. Capable of operating at peak efficiency, even during times of great adversity, Tommy is difficult to stress out and isn't squeamish at all. At a first glance, Tommy has it all, he's confident, willful, and compassionate. He can however, be overly trusting, and is often too concerned with watching others to take care of himself. From his past military experiences, Tommy has a minor case of PTSD, and suffers from insomnia because of it.

Character background:
Tommy Kensington was born in the city of College Park, Maryland, son of a former military veteran and volunteer firefighter father, and a bank teller mother. The oldest, and only son in a household of 4 children, Tommy was quick to assume the role of "secondary man of the house" at a young age, to help his parents take care of the family and house. He attended Prince George's county public schools with no particular noteworthy achievements. His grades were average, though not the model student he was not a bad kid, He played soccer and swam, but not at a college-competitive level, and he didn't have the innate brilliance of his closest sister.

After graduating highschool, Tommy didn't really know what to do with himself. He wasn't a dumb kid, but none of the colleges he had applied to had accepted him. He spent a year in community college before he dropped out and joined the military- the Navy specifically. His parents, one being a military veteran himself, gave him no resistance, and encouraged him to pursue what he felt was his calling. After speaking to a recruiter, Tommy attended bootcamp and became slotted to be a Hospital Corpsman- and attended Field Medical Training soon after.

He found that he loved his new occupation. Training was difficult to him, but he was able to pick it up after a while. He enjoyed the experiences, and was able to help people. The military structure was familiar to him, and even comforting. It kept him on task and motivated, and he excelled in his position. In 2016, Tommy was deployed to Korea, along with a detachment of Naval forces and marines, to deal with the aggression of North Korea against the U.S. ally, South Korea.

While not expected to fight himself, Tommy was trained with firearms, and was he ready to return fire if need be. Or rather, Tommy thought he was ready. Taking care of accident wounds was one thing, but while on Korea, Tommy found himself almost always treating patients with combat and bullet wounds. He spent much of the next year waking up to the sound of gunfire, or screams. Tommy himself was never injured during the fighting, always managing to escape unscathed, either due to his position in comparison to other soldiers, or plain dumb luck. The conflict, while never turning Tommy into a bumbling wreck, had an effect on his psyche, and after returning to the U.S., he was diagnosed with PTSD and honorably discharged from the U.S. Navy.

Tommy moved up to Toronto, Canada with his little sister, shortly after being discharged, and joined the ranks of Toronto's Paramedic Medical Service, who were happy to welcome a military vet, and already trained EMS professional into their ranks. Tommy has spent the last 6. months in Toronto

Equipment:
- Dark blue EMS jacket
- Tear-Resistant military-style pants
- Durable multi-purpose boots
- Field-Backpack
- Contains: Refillable Canteen, 50ft coil of paracord, multi-tool, EMS-Medical Kit, portable pocket-radio, L-shape flashlight, glowsticks x4, spare batteries, 4 MREs, box of 50 9mm rounds, 2 boxes of 20 5.56mm rounds, tactical tomahawk.
- Walther P99 with 3 15-round magazines.
- AR-15 (Civilian M4/16 rifle) with 3 30 round magazines

Weapons:
- AR-15
- Walther P99
- Tactical Tomahawk

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[ChaoticFox]

Elizabeth Catherine Smith

Name: Elizabeth Catherine Smith

Nickname: Lizzy

Age: 14

Gender: Female

Nationality: Canadian

Appearance:

Lizzy is usually seen in shorts and a t-shirt, rocking her hoodie over top and her running shoes on her feet. Her long brown hair is almost always either in a ponytail or a braid, only seen down when she’s heading to bed. Atop her head sits a Toronto Maple Leafs ball cap, as she is a huge hockey fan and represents her home town well.

She stands at around 5’4” and has a fairly lean physique, her muscles aren’t particularly note-worthy, though her legs are strong as she was on the school cross country team.

In-Depth Personality:
Just like her mother, Lizzy is a fairly determined individual. However, she is also rather stubborn and this has lead to interesting encounters between her and her mother. She is above par in school having an average of around 80 in school-- the effect of her mother’s constant reminders to do homework.

Lizzy has grown close to the nanny her mother had hired and often calls her “Mom” by accident. She has a touchy relationship with her mother and their time together has been severely limited by her occupation. Lizzy often makes their dinner and it’s rare that a goodnight hug is ever present.

Character background:
Elizabeth was born not knowing who her father was. Her mother rarely ever talked about him, and she didn’t care to ask. She was raised in a household where she was pushed to work hard in school and help with chores. She always tried to help out where she could to help her single, yet hard working mother. Lizzy was always good at reading emotions and the only thing she ever saw her mother as was stressed out.

In public school she excelled, hitting the top of her classes in grades one through six. She ended up skipping grade seven because of her flawless study skills and amazing memory, much to her mother’s pleasure. However, that was where the good parts of school ended for her. Grade eight was a nightmare. A constant stream of bullying and mockery at the middle school she was sent to left her crying herself to sleep on multiple occasions, often without the comfort of her mother’s arms.

There was hope to be found however. Her grade nine year at school was made better by tenfold by her participation in the school band as the guitarist, as well as her involvement in various activist groups run by the school board. Lizzy learned the drums very quickly and eventually pushed her mother to buy a guitar for her. This was quickly regretted by her mother as Lizzy’s bedroom walls were hardly soundproof, and on more than one occasion has her mother had to come in and tell her to stop.

Currently, she is finishing up her grade nine year at school and getting ready for a summer of fun with her friends.

Equipment:

• Backpack: Small sling tactical backpack
• Supplies: Metal 20oz water bottle, a few granola bars, a can of pasta and a few packets of juice crystals.
• Medical Supplies: A few bandaids, alcohol wipes and a roll of 2” gauze.
• Miscellaneous Items: 50ft of rope carried over her shoulder, winter jacket clipped to her bag, extra socks and a lighter that she hid from her mother.
• Hiking boots

Weapons:

• A small flip knife
• A lightweight hatchet

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[Zhaliora]

Amanda Cathrine Smith

Name: Amanda Catherine Smith

Nickname: Annie

Age: 37

Gender: Female

Nationality: Canadian

Appearance:
Annie normally dresses in a female suit, both at home and at work. She basically lives in her suits. She feels the need to keep up a good outwards appearance for business contacts and for the sake of her reputation.

She has also started dying her slowly fading hair color along with a good coat of makeup to hide blemishes and wrinkles.

Annie stands at 176 cm tall and is of average body type, perhaps a bit on the thin side due to stress.

In-Depth Personality: She is a very driven woman and does everything she can for her company. This often leaves her daughter in the second seat for her attention since she spends a lot of time on the phone or in front of a computer at home.

While she tries to spend time with her daughter she often has to reschedule something they agreed on earlier. A workaholic to the bone, and expects the same from her daughter, which she makes sure to tell her.

Character background: Ever since Annie was a young girl she has always worked very hard. Be it helping others, helping at home. In school with homework or helping other students to pass their exams. She never really sat down and relaxed. Always on the move, or buried in another book.

She had always been influenced by leftover hippie culture from her parents. The talks about renewable energy, solar, grow it yourself. Her parents were always free spirited. Live life in the now and hard work.

This drew her into sustainable engineering and agriculture development. She was always drawing this or that design for a house or another building, landscaping. She took some preperational classes in highschool before attending college, studying to become what she wanted to be.

During her last year of school she got pregnant but still finished her studies. The father was not interested in a child and broke up with her. Annie has had a hard time balancing work and studies along with being a single mother, but it has worked out somewhat.

She started her own company about the same time. Providing smart and economical solutions to household problems. Selling solar panels, counciling people on how to live green and self-sufficient, garden and landscaping.

A few years back her business really took off, leaving her daughter with a nanny most of the time, even sometime when she is working from home. She has become quite successful in her business, but it's taking a toll on her. And deprives her daughter from a lot of family time.

Equipment:

• Medical equipment: a pack of cloth plasters. Five different sizes of bandages. A pair of scissors and a clamp. Along with disinfectant and soap. All packed neatly into a first aid kit.
• Supplies: varied items of food. Some cans, some fresh, some bread and other items. Also a waterskin and a purifier.
• Hygenical items: soap, shampoo, hair dye, washcloth and towel. Along with a razor.
• Extras: some bullets, extra clothes, along with a basic cooking set. All stuffed in and around a backpack she carries.

Weapons:
A shovel and a scavenged CZ P-07 pistol.

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[Orlan]

John William Lewis

Name: John William Lewis

Nickname: The Fool of Firearms, Johnny Do it All.

Age: 45

Gender: Male, haven't really heard many women called John William Lewis' in my time.

Nationality: British

Appearance:

My Hider

He is a man of a height of 1.82 metres, a weight he last checked before the undue apocalypse was 70 kilograms, the picture sums up the rest really, no special features or scars, that is him.

In-Depth Personality:

It's in a hider for those who want to learn him during the roleplay, not just read it.

Good old Johnny here is a kind soul, he's content with a simple life of scavenging for food and drink and goodness knows what else, selling some of it then continuing on, he is completely incompetent with most weapons, preferring to help people and not fight them... You'd think he would have died minutes after the apocalypse however he has managed to survive on one simple fact: He doesn't fight. Yes, he is the passive man in an apocalypse. Instead of fighting for his stuff he offers his services to everyone, making a bargain that they defend him, he will do many other things for the said bodyguard. It's been made with the looters, bandits and the real scum of Canada who use life as an outlet for their pre-apocalypse stress because John's a decent driver, handyman and generally a bigger help alive then dead.

John is a reasonably easy-going bloke, he'll gladly prepare food, help take a door off it's hinges or whatever else his engineering talent is required for if it's reasonably safe and he will not complain one bit. He knows about losing a friend quite a lot, so much so that he's used to losing his compatriot then taking on their murderer as a new friend, scavenging and surviving again and again.

Character background: John wasn't always a golf cart driver, he started off his talent for cooking and engineering work in school, doing best in those said subjects out of them all... he didn't do well in the traditional examination hall, which led to him becoming an electrician within two years after recieving the results, he kept on it for another twenty years until he decided to test an oven he was trying to repair by cooking a meal with it... in a famous chef's house, the said chef tasted the simple meal, and snatched up the engineer as an assistant chef as soon as the chef could, this better career for John continued to the apocalypse, where his first apocalyptic meal was Chef and Chips which he fed to other corpses to escape on a security guard's golf car, from then John's been working for armed individuals and driving around in the same golf car, gathering tools and food on the way.

Equipment:

John's possessions

One backpack

One Halfords’ 127-Piece Tool Kit, one or two of the tools are gone but it does have a tin can opener.

Two small blowtorches, both with four replacement fuel storage caskets or whatever they're called.

A week's worth of food.
One electric golf car... somehow.

Weapons:
He is incompetent with a gun...

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[booooooooks]

Renee Meir

Name: Renee Meir

Nickname: None as of yet, but maybe she'll get one.

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Nationality: American

Appearance: Average height, about 5'7". Not fat, but she is on the chubby, 'I'm extra huggable' side (About 170?). Pale complexion, freckles everywhere. Freckle explosion. Her hair is thick and wavy, cut to her shoulders, and a dark brown. Usually it's pulled all the way back into a high ponytail. Her eyes are a similar brown. One of her eyebrows is naturally a bit higher than the other, so she always looks a bit amused or skeptical. She's got a bunch of tiny scars on her right arm and one on her chin. She has a tattoo of an outline of a twenty-sided die on her left collarbone.

Just in case you might want the visual.

In-Depth Personality: Renee is largely independent and logical. Or so she'd like to think. She truly can't grasp her own mind the way some others may be able to, and escapes this problem by reading. She avoids conflict by ignoring it completely or running away, unless forced into a situation where she needs to deal with it. She's intelligent and enjoys learning. When around new people, she's often awkward and quiet, to a nearly painful degree. She prefers watching and listening when in unfamiliar settings. She goes into every situation with an alarming amount of distrust for the people around her.

Character background: Renee grew up in a trailer park just outside of Minneapolis, Minnesota. It was a nice trailer park, though. Only a couple of meth labs.

She was the youngest in her family, with one full-blooded sister, and three half siblings that lived on the other side of the country. Growing up without much money was never an issue for her, but she'd always wanted to go camping. Her best friend's father was a survival nut and taught her just about everything she needed to know on how to rough it in the woods.

She tried to keep away from the other kids, and preferred reading books to getting high. Kids bullied her and used her, and she only made one or two close friends. School was problematic, even if she had above-average scores. Things kept going in much the same way until high school. She read so much that they actually banned her from bringing books to school. She dropped out in her senior year and got a job in fast food.

She had a plan, unlike a lot of drop-outs. She wasn't ashamed to live with her parents or pay rent to them. Dropping out was just a way to start her life. She wanted to be a pastry chef and open the first cat cafe in Minneapolis with her best friend. She was thinking about attending a college in Toronto.

Equipment: A small purse (A bit smaller than a messenger bag): One half-used bottle of Advil; a wallet with a few dollars and some change; a fantasy novel, the spine worn; A box of band-aids, ten left; and half a bottle of soda.
A medium backpack: Toiletries; two sets of clothes; another book (survival tips); a small fire-starting kit; some food; a few pens and a notebook; a half-broken, mostly unreliable umbrella.
Clothes: Jeans (blue/white), double-layered (blue, blue-green) tank tops, dark grey winter hoodie, some ugly black winter boots. And a fake dragon tooth necklace that she never, ever removes.

Weapons: Her dad's a crazy medieval weapons collector, and she inherited that obsession. She has this wicked-looking knife that probably belongs at a Ren-fest. About forearm-length.

[MarshiestMallow]

Name: Luna Jones

Nickname: Lu

Age: 24

Gender: female

Nationality: American

Appearance:



She stands at 5"10, has bright green eyes, and a light skin tone. She has a willowy appearance

In-Depth Personality:
Mute from birth, Luna is nevertheless a very loud person, animate In her communication, and in her presence. She is an extremely bright individual, the very epitome of bubbly. She is cheerful, willing to help everyone and willing to see the good in anything.

She can be a tad rash, impulsive even, often acting on what she thinks is right and going off, but other times she sees the sense in patience. She can also get frustrated when she is misunderstood, but most of the time she is cheerful.



Character background:
Born to what would be considered a disadvantage family, Luna was premature by two months. She spent most of her first year in hospital, her mother, a former drug addict, working hard to ensure she was healthy and happy. But it soon became apparent that Luna was mute. Luna however didn't let this stop her getting into trouble, tipping over IV stands, throwing her food across the room, and making a general mess.

Luna never considered herself disadvantaged, indeed she seemed like any other child, making friends, and doing well in school. She seemed to draw people to her, and never thought to question why she couldn't talk.

Having learned sign language Luna decided she wanted to teach deaf children and set her sights on that.

She gained a scholarship to college, but took a year off deciding to round out her skills, she learned hunting, archery, camping, cooking and music. She considered herself a well rounded individual as she went to college a year after graduation. She wanted to prove that just because you were different didn't mean you couldn't be just like everyone else.

It was in her second year when her mother died, killed in a car accident. Luna life changed drastically, as she was now alone, no family to speak of. She fell into a spiral of depression. It lasted months, her school work began to take a dive, and it looked like she would lose everything she gained.

She was never quite sure what changed things around, but one day it just seemed easier. She improved in her studies, and life didn't seem so hard. She finished her degree, and she got a job helping deaf children in school. For a while, she was happy.

Equipment:
-bow with 30 arrows
-basic food stuff, tin food mostly. Four cans of spaghetti, two cans of peas carrot and corn, two tins of fruit salad, four small tons of tuna. Some granola bars.
-two liters of water
-matches
-a spare change of clothes

Weapons:
asides from the bow, a small hand held pistol that she has no idea how to use, with a splattering of bullets.

A dagger that she found on the road

[MetalHead]

Name: Matiaas Venäläinen

Nickname: Matt, Matty

Age: 36

Gender: Male

Nationality: Finnish

Appearance:

Matiaas

He has a height of 6'1" and weighs 194 lbs. On his left shoulder blade he has the tattoo of a cobra snake. The picture also shows his current attire with the addition of a pair of black jeans and leather boots of the same color. I chose Charlie Hunnam as faceclaim because he looks like a nordic person very well.

In-Depth Personality: Matiaas is an independent, sometimes rebellious man that enjoys life and doing what he wants. He is friendly and open towards other people. He is very passionate about the things he likes and when he does something he never does it with half-measure. He is receptive towards the needs of others and even likes to help if he can. He is very protective of those he loves or cares about, always wanting to see them safe, even though sometimes he crosses the line, but he never does it with bad intentions. He has a weakness for women and he's basically a sucker for a pretty face, which is something that even got him in trouble once after he was flirting with a woman in a bar and she basically could out and slided his wallet out of his jacket. Luckily for him one of his friends stopped her before as she was running away. Although usually a calm person, he dosen't like being told what to do or to be bossed around and might not react well, depending on the situation.

Character background: Born in Finland, in the northern city of Rovaniemi, Matiaas was 11 years old when his father moved to Canada to work. The rest of his family, including Matiaas followed him three years later. He adapted quite well to life in Canada and learned the english quite easy. Passionate about music and a huge metal fan, Matiaas started taking guitar lessons and he dreamed of starting his own metal band. At the age of 18 he got his first guitar for his birthday. Around the same time, he together with his best friend, native canadian Carter Jones created the metal band called Forsaken. Matiaas was the lead vocalist and the lead guitarist and Carter was the rhythm guitarist and also provided backing vocals. But in order for this to be a proper band they needed a couple more positions filled. So Matiaas organized auditions in his apartment for the position of drummer. After three days of auditioning Matiaas and Carter settled for african-american Dwane Williams.

Now that they had a somewhat proper band Matiaas, Carter and Dwane put their creative juices to work and created a couple of songs, in a make shift studio in Matiaas's apartment. Despite still needing a bassist, Matiaas provided bass duties at least in the studio versions of the songs. Shortly after the recording process started however Matiaas recieved several complaints from his neibourghs about the noise but people started to get used with it in time. They made a demo tape with five songs that they sent to numerous recording labels. They started performing several gigs at night clubs. For these gigs Carter came up with one of his oldest friends, Josh Bennett, canadian as well, to play bass guitar as a live member. The songs they played were the five ones from the demo tape plus several covers of songs from famous metal bands. Slowly but surely Matiaas was seeing his dream come to life.

Unfortunately they didn't get any answers from any of the record labels they sent their demo tape too. This went on for the next three years. In the meantime, Matiaas and his band started playing in clubs throughout all of Canada not just their native Toronto. Josh continued to be a live member only with Matiaas still playing the bass in his home studio. Eventually they got a response from a record label which was interested in signing them. Matiaas, Carter and Dwane accepted the terms and signed a contract for four albums with the respective label, which also told them that it wants the first material from them in six months. The guys promised they will deliver and the next day they began recording in a proper studio, provided for them by the label. Also Josh was promoted to full time member of the band. After five months and three weeks of asidous work, Matiaas, Carter, Dwane and Josh came up with their first album as Forsaken. The album was called "Depths of Insanity", it was very guitar driven and contained twelve songs.

Now in 2018, after 18 years of career Matiaas and his band, Forsaken are still going strong and with the line-up still containing Carter, Dwane and Josh. Their discography contains six studio albums, two live albums and one compilation that contains b-sides and unreleased tracks. They sold over 4 million and a half albums most of them in the United States with their native Canada being 2nd. Their style changed many times from the doom metal of the 1st album to the sludge metal of the 2nd album to a combination of heavy metal and sludge metal that was maintained throughout their next three albums. Their last album, called "The Neverending Road" contains heavy metal, mixed with doom metal and some hardcore punk. This album also contains two ballads, the band's first. These were written and composed by Matiaas exclusively. One was dedicated to his parents who passed away a couple of years ago in a car accident and the 2nd was about his relationship with his ex-girlfriend which went from good to bad to worse. In the meantime Matiaas also became a businessman, owning a motorcycle shop that he opened eight years ago. He also got into firearms lately, learning how to shoot and use various types of firearms.

Equipment:
- Harley Davidson Fat Bob motorcycle;
- A 1.5l water bottle;
- A pack of pork jerky, two cans of tuna, a can of tomato soup and one of chili baked beans;
- A fork and a spoon;
- KA-BAR MULE folding knife(Only used for utility purposes, like cutting, carving, stuff like that.);
- Mossberg Maverick 88 shotgun;
- 105 shotgun shells in the form of a 55 round bandolier & two 25 round folding pouches;
- Cold Steel Bowie knife;
All of his stuff is in a backpack except for the bowie which is at his right hip, the bandloier which lies diagonally around his chest and the shotgun which he carries on his left shoulder with a sling.

Weapons:
- Mossberg Maverick 88 shotgun;
- Cold Steel Bowie knife

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[Orlan]

John William Lewis

Name: John William Lewis

Nickname: The Fool of Firearms, Johnny Do it All.

Age: 45

Gender: Male, haven't really heard many women called John William Lewis' in my time.

Nationality: British

Appearance:

My Hider

He is a man of a height of 1.82 metres, a weight he last checked before the undue apocalypse was 70 kilograms, the picture sums up the rest really, no special features or scars, that is him.

In-Depth Personality:

It's in a hider for those who want to learn him during the roleplay, not just read it.

Good old Johnny here is a kind soul, he's content with a simple life of scavenging for food and drink and goodness knows what else, selling some of it then continuing on, he is completely incompetent with most weapons, preferring to help people and not fight them... You'd think he would have died minutes after the apocalypse however he has managed to survive on one simple fact: He doesn't fight. Yes, he is the passive man in an apocalypse. Instead of fighting for his stuff he offers his services to everyone, making a bargain that they defend him, he will do many other things for the said bodyguard. It's been made with the looters, bandits and the real scum of Canada who use life as an outlet for their pre-apocalypse stress because John's a decent driver, handyman and generally a bigger help alive then dead.

John is a reasonably easy-going bloke, he'll gladly prepare food, help take a door off it's hinges or whatever else his engineering talent is required for if it's reasonably safe and he will not complain one bit. He knows about losing a friend quite a lot, so much so that he's used to losing his compatriot then taking on their murderer as a new friend, scavenging and surviving again and again.

Character background: John wasn't always a golf cart driver, he started off his talent for cooking and engineering work in school, doing best in those said subjects out of them all... he didn't do well in the traditional examination hall, which led to him becoming an electrician within two years after recieving the results, he kept on it for another twenty years until he decided to test an oven he was trying to repair by cooking a meal with it... in a famous chef's house, the said chef tasted the simple meal, and snatched up the engineer as an assistant chef as soon as the chef could, this better career for John continued to the apocalypse, where his first apocalyptic meal was Chef and Chips which he fed to other corpses to escape on a security guard's golf car, from then John's been working for armed individuals and driving around in the same golf car, gathering tools and food on the way.

Equipment:

John's possessions

One backpack

One Halfords’ 127-Piece Tool Kit, one or two of the tools are gone but it does have a tin can opener.

Two small blowtorches, both with four replacement fuel storage caskets or whatever they're called.

A week's worth of food.
One electric golf car... somehow.

Weapons:
He is incompetent with a gun...

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