[CHAR] After the End

[Penguin]

Adelaide

Name: Adelaide Beaumont

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Nomadic or sedentary: She tends to makes temporary settlements, leaving when considered unsafe to inhabit.

Weapons: A hunting rifle, a crossbow and quiver of arrows, and a dagger.

Skills: Adelaide has very good aim when it comes to a gun or bow but can resort to hand-to-hand combat if needed so. She is good at climbing trees and can often find ways to climb buildings. Her stamina is very good and she can run for long periods of time at a higher than average speed but her speed isn't her best attribute. She is able to swim as well but she's not amazing. She can read and write decently. Other than that, she has basic knowledge with medicine but usually ends up using first aid kits.

Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: She has quite an unusual amount of strength for a woman, maybe a tad more than the average man. However, it does not seem to show physically.

Appearance: Adelaide is a tall girl at around 5'7", with long, wavy dark-brown hair that she usually pulls back into a messy ponytail. She has a fit body that's getting to be a little too thin with pale skin. She has eyes to match her dark hair. She tends to wear a black leather jacket that she's fond of.

Brief Personality: Adelaide's got a quick tongue with a sarcastic reply to everything. Although a kind and good-hearted girl, she's very hot-tempered and also very stubborn. It's hard to change her mind once she's set on something. Her mind works quickly and she's not someone to plan out things. Adelaide prefers to make up things as she goes. Nonetheless she is intelligent even though her impulsive reaction doesn't always serve her well. She is very brave and will do just about anything if someone she cares about is in danger. She is also very easily irritated by other people.

Background: When Adelaide's mother was pregnant with her, she and her husband knew they'd never get to give her the life they had wanted for her. However, the most they could do was give her a chance. They went to risky measures to get them into a secret safe zone down South. Very few people were admitted into that zone and both parents were refused. She was taken in by a pregnant woman who raised her in a gated community. One day Adelaide had been accused of stealing food and instead of killing her they shunned her out on her own when she was 13 years old. It was basically a death sentence to send a young kid out on her own. She has been forced to take care of herself while living nomadically and by some miracle, she's still alive. She currently is heading towards the ruins of New York City in hopes of finding somewhere to pick up some supplies.

Alone or with someone?: She is alone.

Other: She often carries music CDs and a small, old CD player

Xander - Beta Wolf

Name: Xander Phillips

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Nomadic or sedentary: Nomadic

Weapons: two pistols, brass knuckles with sharp ends, machete

Skills:

- Very good shot with two small handguns
- Decent climber
- Knows french
- Very knowledgable about survival tactics and poison
- Decent cook
- Good at staying calm in situations

Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: His eyes are vividly blue to the point of almost glowing and the pupils have a cat-like shape. He's more agile than most and has cat-like reflexes. His balance is quite remarkable as well.

Brief Personality: Xander at first will come off as quite the charmer with quick replies and charismatic personality. He's very mysterious about his past and it's very hard to peel back the layers to see the good in him. However, he's not very merciful or caring towards others. He treats randoms like objects and has little emotion for them. He's nonchalant about what happens to most people he does not feel close to and is very quick to move on. There is no limit with him; he is not afraid to cross lines and treat people inhumanely if it means getting what he wants. However, he reserves care and devotion to the alpha wolf, doing whatever she says and making sure she's happy.

Background: Xander wasn't always as heartless as he is now. He was raised by two hard-working parents along with his twin brother Drake and younger sister Tia. Their parents had worked at the university before everything had gone to hell. When the university shut down, the family and a small group of students remained and used it as a sanctuary from the crumbling world around them. However, the Wolves eventually found the University and attacked. While Drake and Tia were forced to listen to their parents die, Xander had been taken away from the situation and told his family had been killed by bandits. The Wolves managed to deceive him and make him think that they had nothing to do with the deaths. He thought his siblings were dead just as they thought the same of him.

Xander had no one else but the Wolves for years. Though he had some controversial opinions already, he began to fall in step with their culture and slowly become less humane the more time he spent with them. He started to develop care for the woman who ran the group even though she was cruel and unmerciful. Xander would do anything she wanted. She eventually handpicked him to be one of her beta wolves.

Alone or with someone?: The Wolves

[Bleu Flacon]

Vivi

Name: Viviana Petrov
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Nomadic or sedentary: Nomadic
Weapons: 64" recurve bow, set of 6 throwing knives, a 6" fixed blade knife
Skills: excellent hunter/gatherer, exceptional at herbal medicine
Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: Vivi has well above average reflexes and senses

Appearance:

Hider

Brief Personality: Vivi is quite nervous most of the time though she's excellent at hiding that fact. She's quick to fight and even quicker to flee if she thinks she's in a situation that she can't fight her way out of. She keeps people at a distance, rarely letting anyone get too close to her. Though she's exceptionally distrustful of other people she often tolerates them to make trades for good and get things she needs that she can't provide for herself.

Background: Vivi was but a child when the war broke out, however, because her parents had feared such a thing they'd made sure to prepare and learn skills that would be of benefit in such a crisis. It is because of this that Vivi can hunt in the manner that she does and has many of the skills that she does. Her parents traveled frequently, bartering for goods much the way Vivi does now. When she was 16 her mother died of cancer and her father was killed by bandits not long after her 19th birthday. Since then she's traveled predominantly alone, only seeking comfort from her dog Nikita and her horse Gunnar. She isn't quite sure how old Nikita is, she only knows that he was more than likely an older puppy when she happened across him. She took in the dog only a few weeks after her father was killed for protections. Nikita is around 4 or 5 years old. Gunnar is an entirely different story. She bartered several tanned hides among other goods for Gunnar when he was a young colt. She raised him entirely on her own with the occasional troubleshooting from a particular young man (Bain) she often encounters in her travels. Gunnar is 4 years old as well.
Currently, Vivi is just outside of a village she frequents to trade some of the pelts she's gathered over the last month or so along with some other things she's made or acquired.

Alone or with someone?: Alone mostly
Other: Vivi has a rather large black dog she calls Nikita that stays with her as well as a horse named Gunnar that she rides when traveling. She never strays far from her animals nor they from her.

Nikita

Gunnar

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Bain

Name: Bain Kearney O'Conner
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Nomadic or sedentary: Nomadic; though he does have a place one the edge of town that a young woman upkeeps for him while he is away.
Weapons: 70" recurve, a Celtic dirk with an 8" blade, a 4" spring assisted knife, and a metal tomahawk
Skills: Superb horse trainer, survivalist, and trapper; handy at carving and making bows and other primitive weapons.

Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: Bain is exceptionally predatory, its one of the reasons that he remains alone most of the time. He is faster and stronger than an average human and has senses much more on par with a wolf's. His canines are slightly enlarged as well.

Appearance:

Hider

Brief Personality: Bain isn't afraid to use his size or his abilities to intimidate people, he prefers to keep people at a distance and his appearance allows him to do this for the most part. He does occasionally indulge himself and enjoy the company of others but its a pretty rare occurrence. One might think of Bain like a rather large teddy bear, while pretty fierce looking and reserved on the outside he can be quite friendly when the occasion requires it.

Background(Please reveal your current location): While Bain was a child when the war broke out he quickly found his place among the fighting. His mother and father were a wealth of knowledge of on survival from growing up in an exceptionally rural area. When the war finally came to a head and the true destruction began Bain's parents made their way back to the farm where his grandparents lived. He was raised there and instructed in the old ways of living. His parents still live on the farm, having hunkered down well away from most of the fighting. Bain found his own way, especially when as a teenager he began to change into something far from human. The older he got the more he began to change and he was quickly drawn into the melee because of his abilities. When he turned twenty-two, however, he realized it was time to go out on his own. Since then he has traveled with his horses and lived primarily on his own, selling and trading goods and using his vast knowledge in horse training to help others. He's currently on his way back to town to sell some of his younger horses that he's collected from their pasture land.

Alone or with someone?: Alone currently
Other: Bain primarily breeds and trades horses though he does collect various good and items between the farm where he keeps his horses and town. His personal horses are two large Noriker horses; a gelding and a mare named Brann and Brenna.

Brann

Brenna

[Potter]

Perenelle - The Alpha Wolf

Name: Perenelle J. Walker
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Nomadic or sedentary: Sedentary
Weapons: Rifle with two handguns; teargas, pepper spray.
Skills:

• Above average aim
• Strong swimmer
• Fast and agile
• Calculating
• Can jump well and judge distances

Any unusual traits?: Perenelle has razor sharp teeth and can contract razor sharp claws.
Brief Personality: A life of caring for her mother and family left her independent and strong-willed. Perrie is calculating and charming, so she can weasel her way in and out of trouble. Her loyalty is iffy but would stick by someone's side. Her kindness is rare and she appears heartless and dead inside. One thing people have observed is that she does not crack easily and bides her time.
Background: Perenelle does not share her past with many people.Those who were blessed with knowledge will only know she was from a poor family. Poverty-stricken and fairing on her own when her mother was sick, Perrie quickly became street smart. She stole from a young age and did whatever she could to support her family. Whether or not she has siblings, has not been shared. When her mother passed away due to illness, Perenelle was left to her own devices. She became a lone wolf and cared for herself at whatever the cost.
Presently, she leads a group of bandits and is known as the alpha wolf. Her group mimics a wolf hierarchy and named them after her wolverine mutations.
Alone or with someone?: Leader of the Wolves
Other: She likes chocolate and keeps her hair pulled back almost 24-7.

Drake Taylor

Name: Drake Taylor
Age: 23
Gender : Male
Nomadic or sedentary: Sedentary
Weapons: Knives, metal bat, and rifle.
Skills: With the strength of a bear and daunting aspects of a lion, Drake comes across intimidating. His reflexes are great, but not his speed. He's brute muscle and cunning. Furthermore, he knows CPR and first aid. He is also organized and thinking ahead rather than in the present.
Skills:

• Strong like a bear and daunting aspect of lion: he is intimidating.
• Fast reflexes but not speedy
• Brute muscle + cunning
• Knowledgeable in CPR and first-aid.
• Organized thinker and lives in the present. Has anxiety despite it.

Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: No
Brief Personality Drake prefers to observe before acting and then decide, so he's rather distant. He is a man with a plan, but his anxiety causes him to be rash. Sometimes he comes across bitter and angry, because he cares so much. Although he tries hard not to, he slips up. He will do anything to make up for it. Battered from years of survival, he's come to have a hard shell. This makes it hard for him to trust or speak to others, as he has been burned a few times in the past. His willingness to help or protect others overpower it, and leaves him in a constant conflict. To say the least he's friendly, though he will run if he deems it necessary. The act of recklessness teeters on the edge of his consciousness daily. With a grin and tilt of his head, Drake's charming nature comes in handy, especially if he wants or needs something.
Background Drake was raised in a university along with his twin brother Xander and younger sister Tia. Their parents had worked at the university before everything had gone to hell. When the university shut down, the family and a small group of students remained and used it as a sanctuary from the crumbling world around them. However, the Wolves eventually found the University and attacked. While Drake and Tia were forced to listen to their parents and brother die, they managed to survive.
They set out and met dangerous people along the way; though trusting a particular group ended up in him nearly dying. Drake is now in New York trying to find Tia and survive as well.
Alone or with someone?: alone

Iris Baudelaire

Name: Iris Gemma Baudelaire
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Nomadic or sedentary: Nomadic
Weapons: She carries knives and a bow and arrow. Along with that, she also has a collapse spiked cane.
Skills:

• Communication
• Cooking
• Herbal medicine
• Her upper body is stronger than most others.
• Close quarter combat + relentless fighter
• Particularly strong climber + flier

Any unusual traits?: The color of her eyes at birth mutated to a deep purple. Though as a result, her eyes will become sore and sometimes requires her to wear sunglasses form the light. She also developed wings, and has a five foot wingspan. Also, she has enhanced senses as well but not moderately.
Brief Personality: Iris is sweet and kind. She rarely skips helping anyone and has difficulty saying no. She is quick thinking and tries to plan everything ahead of time. She is independent and determined to do things justly. Iris isn't hot-headed, though she is stubborn. She also tries to see the good in everyone which gets her into trouble. She is also strong-willed and hates taking risks. Yelling scares her so often she will shut down upon hearing it. She is sensitive and tries not to show it. She is brave though it's not easy to tell. While it's easy to mistake her for a
Background: Iris was born paraplegic. For three years she had to learn how to walk on her hands since there was no wheelchair in sight. Finally, her mother robbed a hospital and stole her daughter a wheelchair. From then on, Iris was mobile and rapidly adapted. They taught her everything they could. For years they stayed hidden and survived on what they had. Three years ago she was separated from them and has been on her own. She found some people who took her in and taught her to fight, but ended up being murdered. She has been trying to find her parents ever since.
Alone or with someone?: alone
Other:

[ParagonX]

Name: Jace Williams

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Nomadic or sedentary: Nomadic

Weapons: A Blade he keeps on a hilt on his back, and a sharp six inch knife.

Skills: Jace is extremely proficient at hand to hand combat. He's been fighting all his life and has formal training due to his service in the U.S Military. He's also handy with bladed weaponry and firearms although he hasn't been able to get his hands on those in a while. He has a severe tolerance for pain and has taken many beatings in his life. He is very well read, and capable of reading at a fast paced while retaining some information.

Any unusual traits?: Jace is not exactly a regular person anymore. He's been granted enhanced strength and durability as a result of some strange mutation. As a side effect he suffers severe head-aches from time to time, has a vastly increased appetite for just about everything, seems to be loosing intelligence every day and for some reason gets along very well with violent animals.

Appearance:

Brief Personality: Jace is a very aggressive violent man with a love for violence. He enjoys hurting other people, and getting into altercations. He's easily angered, and is always ready to get into it with someone else. He is always focused on the present, and barely stops to dwell on the past. He's concerned for his own self preservation but to that extent he will also feel similar about whoever he is currently allied with believing in strength in numbers despite his rage. He thinks morals are for the weak, and believes eveything is for the taking whether it's food, resources, or other pleasures. He enjoys using other people as he pleases, and thrives off being a savage.

Background: He was born and raised in a military family. He had a couple brothers, and one sister, and his parents all wanted them to either work for the Military or some form of the Government. Most of his family fell in line but Jace was the problem child. He was always getting in trouble growing up and getting into fights. By the time he was in middle school he was smoking cigarettes and smoking marijuana. He ended up getting involved with selling drugs to support his habit, and experimented with some harder drugs until he was arrested and sent to juvie. After getting out he was even more ostracized by his family, and barely managed to graduate high school. His parents kicked him out, and he ended up working a fast food job but quickly got into selling drugs again to get money. Not wanting to fall into the same trap as others he knew he ended up doing as his family wanted and joining the military where he excelled. He was noted for his brutality, and ended up going into World War 3 where he committed numerous of acts of violence during the war. After the world went to shit he mostly went from place to place struggling to survive, and doing whatever it took to survive never staying one place long until he ran into the Hunters and finally felt like he fell into a group of people whom he could truly relate to and who thought very similar to him. Currently he's on his way to the New York Area to see if he can secure some more food, or some people..same thing..to him after fire there basically edible.

Alone or with someone?: Alone(Unless someone else wants to be with him

Other: Jace suffers from nightmares every night, but rarely declines to talk about them, and the reason he avoids getting close to people is he dearly misses his family which is probably one of only remnants of him that's truly human.

[Sanctus Spooki]

Hiram Oxton

Name: Hiram Oxton

Age:19

Gender:Male

Nomadic or sedentary: Sedentary

Weapons: A bolt action rifle with a low mag scope, an antique cavalry sabre,a large rectangular shield in the style of the Roman’s, finally a stubby hack-knife, normally kept in his boot.
Skills: He’s a fair shot with a rifle, one of the better in his settlement and a tenacious fighter, He also well educated in basic survival skills and good with his hands, alot of equipment maintenance falling to him, or as well as assisting in basic repairs of the Settlement.

Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: He’s rather quick, and has an abnormally high endurance. Being a Town guard, neither of these traits have become noticeable aside from casual remarks to his boundless energy, and what a hard worker he is. As well, strong thorn-like bones have begun to sprout from his arms and hands, he wears thick gloves to keep these concealed, though they could grow beyond practical concealability. Up until these bizarre growths began, he hasn’t ever had a day where he was sick.

Appearance: Tall and lanky, with fragile shoulders, and a thin build, barely looking to posess an ounce of muscle. Hiram hardly cuts an imposing figure, even wearing the garb of a Guard. He has short, messy black hair , that looks as if it was cut with a dull knife, roughly framing his pale, malnourished, but surprisingly aesthetic face, sharp, angular features giving him an almost permanent intensity. He has bright blue eyes, that he’s been told is his best feature, an immutable innocence radiating from the orbs. ((I also have a picture but couldn't seem to figure out how to embed it...))

Brief Personality: Hiram is a soft spoken individual, rarely speaking above a murmur, even when he tries, unless under considerable stress. He strives to be as helpful as possible for those he lives and works with. He hardly ever complains, unless the situation truly calls for it. Slow to react, with a analytic mind, quite a few people have made the mistake of writing him off as stupid, cluelessly dismissing him while he repeated a problem over and over in his head. Timid, despite serving as a guard, he is far more concerned with preserving what he has, than fighting to claim more, putting him at odds with certain factions within the guard.

Background(Please reveal your current location): Born in the year after the fall of man, Hiram never had an opportunity at a 'normal' life, as his parents put it. Despite this - forgetting the early years of his life, when the world was still in chaos as more ambitious folk than his parents scrambled to hold the crumbling pieces together - his life has not been too out of the ordinary, he grew up in a relatively safe, and prosperous settlement. At times, his father tried to pass on knowledge from the old world, while his mother tried to teach him more about the natural world, before it was perverted by fallout. Eventually, as all good things do, his childhood home came to an end. A brutal attack by bandits. Slavers in the night. Fire. Hiram hid in the crawlspace, holding his hands to his ears, trying to muffle the horrible noises echoing through his peaceful world. When morning came, Hiram crawled out from the ruins, and walked off in the first direction he looked, his soot covered face staring blankly ahead. He would have travelled that way until he withered away, if a Guardsman hadn't stumbled upon him several hours later. Not knowing what had happened, the Guardsman immediately understood, taking pity on the young boy. Extending a hand to the boy, the Guardsman offered Hiram the chance to accompany him, explaining that there was safe refuge, with a giant copper guardian, that would keep him safe. From that day on, Hiram became a part of the Town Guard, he spent the rest of his chidhood, and teenage years living on the Liberty Island Settlement, when he had finally grown up, he set out into the world to begin to repay the generosity shown to him by the Guards. He is currently stationed at a sizable Settlement arranged along the coast of bay, roughly 20 kilometres south of the island

Alone, or with someone?: Most likely with other Guardsmen.
Other: Having been saved from starvation, or worse, by Lawrence Nightguard, Hiram idolizes Lawrence, following him almost unquestioningly, even when they don't see eye to eye.

[Rina]

Tia Phillips

Name: Tia Phillips
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Nomadic or sedentary: Nomadic
Weapons(A reasonable amount: 1-3 though some are probably more scarce than others): Collapsible stun gun baton (built by Tia), small dagger
Skills: A knack for inventions and repairing anything electronic or mechanical, reading and writing
Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: Tia is able to see in the dark. Since this change her eyes are now a light grey color and on the rare occasion that it is sunny, it is painful for her.
Appearance:

Tia

Being short and skinny Tia usually claims that she is five feet tall although she is an inch shorter than she claims to be which can be a sore topic for her even though she still has a bit more time to grow taller. She has grey eyes and likes to keep her hair short. Her clothing choice is usually comfortable and practical with her only accessory being a necklace with her father's wedding ring on it.

Brief Personality: Friendliness comes easy to Tia but gaining her trust is rarely done. She is cunning, selfish and doesn't hesitate to lie to keep herself safe. She avoids fighting both physically and argumentatively but will lash out if backed into a corner as a last resort. She knows she is at a disadvantage due to her age and size and will often use that to her advantage to appear nonthreatening or gain sympathy and protection from those who still are capable of showing it.

Background(Please reveal your current location): All Tia knows of the world is the aftermath of the war with her earliest memories revolving around the small university that both her parents were a professor of before the collapse of humanity. She was the youngest child of three with her twin brothers being ten years older than her. The university was shut down early in the war after the first bomb landed on US soil and while most students and faculty left for safety or to find family, a small group of around fifteen remained on the campus. Tia was raised within this tight knit group which to her became family which quickly closed itself off to the rest of the world for the sake of survival. Compared to most children her age she was sheltered from the horrors of the decaying world and was brought up learning a lot about technology, engineering and anything else the bored scholars could shove into her brain. However the period of peace Tia grew up in didn't last forever. It is unknown what illness ran rampant within the confines of the university but it killed off three people and left many weak and vulnerable. This was when the Wolves discovered the University and the people within. Due to the quick thinking of one of her brothers, the two were able to hide but were left with no way of helping their family and friends as they listened to them being tortured and killed.

The university wasn't safe anymore and the two were forced to set out into the world and find a way to survive. Knowledge that the two gain was helpful but it didn't make up for the skills and experience they missed out. They've ran into a few dangerous groups of people along the way and learned the hard way that trusting people is dangerous which cost Tia's brother his life. It has been a year since her home was taken from her, six months since her brother was killed. She recently reached the New York city area amd is still learning the area.

Alone or with someone?: Alone (Unless someone wants to already meet up with Tia before the start of the roleplay)

Other: She has very little combat skills but makes up for this with the knowledge she has gained. However if there is ever a point someone could teach her to defend herself, there is a need for that.

[thewizardguy]

Name: Aaron

Age: 42

Gender: Male

Nomadic or sedentary: Nomadic

Weapons:
A DRD Paratus semi-automatic rifle, complete with scope and bipod attachments. A metal baseball bat, well-worn. Always carries a molotov cocktail, and can produce more if he has the necessary supplies.
Skills: basic engineering, Chemistry, and trap design. Fairly skilled shot, but mostly untrained in melee. Knows the city quite well, and can move more quietly than most.

Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?:
Aaron's entire skin is pale and splotchy. It's highly sensitive to sunlight and pressure, and the top layer peels often. For this reason Aaron usually wears clothing that covers as much skin as possible. He can see better than humans in the dark but is nearly blind during the day, comparable to an owl. His hearing is far better than normal, allowing him to easily hear people moving even from a distance, and even track people by their heartbeat. His teeth are misshapen and sharp, making it difficult for him to speak without cutting his lips, and causing him discomfort when eating. His nose is flattened and broken, although this is a result of repeat injury rather than mutation. And unfortunate element of the mutation is the corruption of his lungs, which reduces his stamina and makes him prone to wheezing. It also means his breath can rattle if he isn't careful, and he can have coughing fits.

Appearance:
A figure wearing a gas mask, as well as thick leather and cloth coverings, usually coloured black or grey. Almost no skin is visible. He's of slightly above average height but usually moves in a crouched, hunched stance, rarely standing at full height. Were his face visible it would be a frightening sight indeed, with grey peeling skin pulled back to reveal hollow black eyes, thin lips barely covering long and oddly angled fangs. His hair is black, often meticulously cut and washed, so far as the apocalypse allows. His broken nose and habit of short, twitchy movements does nothing to humanise this monstrous appearance.

Brief Personality:
Aaron is incredibly shy about his mutations, and therefore often avoids human contact. He tells himself he prefers this state of isolation, but in truth he's a very socially oriented person, and craves attention. Sometimes he'll sneak into compounds just so he can listen to other people's conversations. He feels like he isn't 'proper' anymore. He's sad and on the whole not very violent, although he is prone to violent outbursts when angered (a difficult feat to achieve). Aaron quite likes animals, and likes reading, often scavenging the books that others leave behind. He's also a big fan of decoration, often using flowers, and tries (usually in vain) to keep his temporary lodgings clean.

Background(Please reveal your current location):
A soldier for most of his life, Aaron was expelled from the group he had been living with when his mutations became more apparent. These people believed that such mutations were infectious, and none wanted to end up looking like Aaron. This was when he became a Nomad, wandering the world in solitude. Most recently he's found himself in New York, where he's stayed for a while, although moving from area to area. The sheer size of the city means there are areas that haven't been scavenged yet. Often camps that ran afoul of the wildlife that pushes ever deeper into the city.

Alone or with someone?: Alone
Other:

[Joshua Tamashii]

Name:
Amelia Averyonna

Age:
13

Gender:
Female

Nomadic or sedentary:
Sedentary

Weapons:
Amelia doesn't really know how to fight and she's usually kept unarmed for security reasons.

Skills:
Though not skilled in combat, Amelia has some knowledge of nature and how to get the most out of it. She is adept at finding food in the wild and growing plants, if she is given the supplies. She does have some knowledge in marksmanship, but it is limited and she's never been able to put it to use.

Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: None yet.

Appearance:
Amelia is an albino, resulting in her having extreme pale, practically white, skin and hair as well as dark red eyes. Her condition is often mistaken as a mutation, but one that gives her a kind of ephemeral beauty. Her skin is flawless, with no blemishes to speak of other then whatever dirt might get on it. Her hair is kept straight and short, reaching her shoulders in the front and growing progressively shorter, to the point of only reaching half way down her neck in the back.

Amelia wears whatever the Wolves provide her, though she has a preference for t-shirts and jeans, though she has no problems with wearing dresses. Her preferred colors are white, as she finds it doesn't contract to harshly with her skin, and blue, as she feels it has a calming effect on her. She doesn't bother with accessories or make-up, finding little point in such trivial things.

Amelia is short for her age, standing at a just under five feet and is a little underweight, giving her a fragile appearance.

Brief Personality: In front of the Wolves, Amelia is forced to wear a mask and act tough but subservient. She does as she's told but can display a dry, sarcastic sense of humor, usually in the form of making fun of the Wolves mistakes or their personalities, though she knows which ones to avoid making fun of and will avoid doing so. She rarely cries or complains, no matter what the task she's given is and will work at the task until it is completed, with some exceptions.

Underneath this mask though, is a young, caring, strong-willed, and passionate girl, who values life and nature. She burdens herself with the task of surviving through her ordeal in the memory of her parents and those who the Wolves kill while she is with them. Despite the monsters they tend to be, Amelia looks for the good in each Wolf and tries to get them to realize that bit of good in them, however small it may be.

Background(Please reveal your current location):
Amelia grew up with her parents alone on the remote farm. Having never known the world before the nuclear apocalypse, Amelia grew up knowing the desolate, harsh lands, but also the potential in them. Her father and grandfather, both former scientists, managed to work out a way to grow a stable food supply and used this knowledge to keep their family fed while fending off the local, hostile wildlife. As such, she grew up in relative peace, not knowing the ugly side of humanity.

That all changed when the Wolves came across her families farm a few months back. While her parents tried peaceful negotiations, all that it ended in was bloodshed and her parents deaths. Her grandfather was also killed after hiding the young preteen and, despite his best efforts, Amelia was found due to how thorough the Wolves where in scavenging for resources. As they debated on whether to kill her or not, Amelia made a desperate plea for her life, offering her services in whatever form they wanted, short of murder, in exchange for letting her live. The plea works and she has been traveling with them since, more or less of her own free-will.

Alone or with someone?:
the Wolves

Other:
Due to how sensitive her skin is, Amelia always carries an umbrella around with her during the daylight hours.

[Saint Girralo]

Name: Sarah (It's all she remembers)

Age: 27

Gender: Female

Nomadic or sedentary: Sedentary

Weapons: A crudely made, but sturdy 3' long sword and a crudely made Warhammer.

Skills: Farming

Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: She a giantess, compared to the average person, so yes that shows. Her intelligence has also stagnated in most places between 7yrs old and 12 years old.

Appearance: Standing at 9'8" tall Sarah is the tallest person she and everyone she has met is aware of. She has shoulder length brunette hair generally worn down or pulled back into a ponytail. She has vibrant emerald eyes with a golden starburst pattern at the centre. Her skin is rather fair considering the amount of time she spends outside. This is roughly what she looks like.


Brief Personality: A part of the mutations Sarah has suffered from has stagnated her ability to learn, meaning she in many situations has the intellect and emotions of a child, but still she understands her actual age. Due to this condition she often has trouble finding words or communicating effectively, which leads to an unusual tendency to communicate via crudely drawn images in crayon often accompanied by a few simple words. She is generally a very peaceful and calm woman, but often pouts and gets irritated by people who take notice of her height and intellect. The only time she is outwardly angry and physically violent is when someone threatens or tries to attack her or those she considers friends.

Background: Sarah spent her early years on the farm with her family before the Fall. After the bombs fell, they were lucky to survive as well as they did. They were in an area that wasn't directly impacted. Instead it was the fallout and the nuclear winter that affected them most. The crops were harvested quickly to avoid the worst of the radiation, but it wasn't enough. Eventually her parents got sick, and she started taking over jobs on the farm to cover the work her parents weren't able to. Small Raider groups began striking the farm in small groups, which her father managed to drive off or get them to a safe hiding spot. In time her parents got worse and worse, but it also appeared that the radiation had an effect on her as she continued to grow taller. When her parents passed away she was 16 and over six foot eight tall, and she gathered what she could and began looking for safer ground to work. As she traveled she would set up a couple of temporary farms and would harvest quickly and move on before raiders would catch up with her. When she turned twenty one, she was over nine feet tall and was finely tuned to the craft she grew up with, but other parts of her education were sorely lacking. Which was only made worse by the radiation exposure. Eventually she ended up settling down about a quarter mile from a town and began building her farm. She slowly incorporated herself into the town by selling the excess crops that were safe for consumption.
Alone or with someone?: Alone, despite being so close a town she generally sticks to herself unless she is shopping or selling crops.
Other: She keeps a few tame mutant cattle on her farm.

[SkankingDevil]

Name: Don Matthews
Age: Late 20's
Gender: Male

Nomadic or Sedentary: Nomadic

Weapons: Carries a roughly sharpened machete on his back, and a well worn 9mm pistol on his hip.

Skills: Business minded individual, skilled in the soft arts of persuasion, mechanics, close quarter combat, and of course general wasteland survival.

Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: What's really unusual about Don, is how healthy he seems! Well fed, strong, brimming with energy- not something you see a lot of these days.

Appearance: Don Matthews is a man of medium build, and average height. In a crowd, he blends. There is an energy about him though. His bright brown eyes and white teeth seem so out of place, as if the War passed him over when death came to town. His shoulder length hair shines healthily, soft to the touch. Don's wardrobe is about function, and he can usually be found wearing a pair of tough denim pants, sturdy hiking boots, white long sleeve cotton under layer, with a leather vest and heavy overcoat to boot.

Don Matthews

Brief Personality: Don plays well with others. Until he doesn't. He'll twist your words, break your arm, then take your last tobacco cigarette. Don tells himself he takes no pleasure in what he does. Tells himself he does what it takes to survive. But that sense of pride? Knowing that he is capable of doing what others wouldn't? What others couldn't? It's that sense of accomplishment that sends him off to sleep with a smile. Despite his imperfect nature, Don is a cheerful fellow who doesn't take life too seriously. "This life is short, brutal, and cold. Why waste energy worrying about it?"

Background: Don Matthews was around nine years old when the War broke out. For the better part of his life, he had been traveling from place to place with his family and other nomads. At 19, Don was exiled from his tribe, for reasons to this day he has remained silent about. Armed with a rudimentary knowledge of machines from his mechanics apprenticeship, Don Matthews headed out into the world, desperate and alone. Don survived with his wit, lying, cheating, doing whatever he could to get the upper hand. Along the way, Don met Eddie Donahue, who coincidentally was running scam of his own at the time. After repeated mishaps and run ins with each other, the two agreed to work together for mutual benefit, resulting in a decade long partnership. They travel the country, sometimes stealing, seldom helping, and always leaving their mark.
Current location: Sizing up the town
Alone or with someone?: Eddie Donahue
Other:

[chukklehed]

Name: Lawrence Nightguard
Age: 42
Gender: Female
Nomadic or sedentary: Conditional
Weapons: A set of spiked knuckles and a heavy crossbow
Skills: Tracking, Brawling and Scavenging
Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: Lawrence has thick, rock-like callouses across the arms and legs. Her body runs hotter than normal, she appears to have stopped aging, and she's much stronger than she used to be. However, she expends energy much faster than normal, and she has to sleep 12 hours a day and eat much more to keep herself healthy.
Brief Personality: Lawrence spends most of her time helping coordinate the Town Guard. She's dedicated to the path she's set out for herself, and will forge onward regardless of anyone else's opinion. On a personal level, she takes no nonsense, seems to have no sense of humor, and expects everyone around her to share her dedication to others.
Background: Lawrence was a Marine in the US Army before the bombs fell, though she was on leave when the actual event happened. This put her both close to the blast zones and in a first responder capacity to find survivors. Exposed to so much of the radiation, it didn't take her long to fall ill and begin to mutate. She recovered from her illness quickly, even though every doctor still working told her it would be the end of her life, and after seeing the devastation war had brought to the planet, she swore to herself never to allow anything like this to happen again. It took a long time, but eventually she had gathered like-minded people to her cause and set up a home base in the Statue of Liberty. Since then she's slowly built her power base in New York, and a settlement has formed at the foot of the Statue under her protection.
Alone or with someone?: Always with the Guard

[Rockin Strings]

Name: Maxwell Kilimal
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Nomadic or sedentary: Nomadic
Weapons: Rifle, sword, spiked gloves.
Skills: Inventing, crafting, general idea making, strategist, endurance.
Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: Enhanced Intelligence. Not shown physically.
Appearance: At 5'8", Max is not a big guy. He has a slim build and very little muscle compared to most people. He has short, light brown hair and bright blue eyes. He is usually seen wearing a celtic knot t-shirt and a pair of ratty jeans, often with black shoes or brown boots.
Brief Personality: He loves to learn and build. He is usually found creating something new or drawing plans for his next invention.
Background: Max lives alone in the middle of a small, abandoned city, in a large apartment building. Throughout the building are a myriad of traps and tripwires to prevent the bandits from getting too close. For the most part, he has been growing in intelligence, creating more elaborate and creative traps, each one more deadly than the last. The only free way in at this point is through the roof.
Alone or with someone?: Currently alone.
Other: likes to train with his sword and rifle despite knowing he's not very good with them, or the spiked gloves he made to keep the bandits from leaving in one piece.