[CHAR] This War Of Mine: Survive The Month.

[Dolerman]

@bishop

The Criminal

Name: Sorgjor Zyrjanov
Age: 37
Height: 190 cm
Weight: 93 kg
Picture:
Nationality: Kyrgyzstan
Backstory: During one of the many ongoing protests, Sorgjor decided to heat things up a little, and by that he meant throwing Molotov cocktails in the middle of the crowds. He burned alive 78 people, 63 of which died. In the end when cornered he burned himself. After spending some months in a coma he woke up. Miraculously he could still use his body and eyes as before but his appearance was severely damaged with burn marks and scorched skin. After getting out of hospital and into a trial he was deemed mentally unfit to be placed in a prison so he was sent into an asylum....which he later blasted a hole through and with some friends managed to smuggle himself through the border and all the way to Yugoslavia which sends us to the present day.
Skills: Melee Combat, Intimidation, Lockpicking
Vulnerabilities: Moderate Back Pain, Alcoholic, Easily Detected
Carrying Capacity: 16 blocks of item space

[Dolerman]

The Bartender

@Fisticuffs
Name: Declan “Deck” MacIntyre

Age: 26

Height: 5’ 11” (180 cm, I do believe.)

Weight: 146 lbs (about 67 kilograms, I think)

Picture:

Nationality: 1st Generation American (Father was Scottish, mother was Irish)

Backstory: Declan was born into a lower-middle-class home, the first of three children. An average student, Declan’s siblings were always better academics. In light of this, he stopped trying. He graduated high school, but only barely. He smoked weed, drank, and skateboarded after graduation, until his parents kicked him out. After working odd jobs for awhile, he was hired by an Irish Pub. He cleaned himself up, managed to stop smoking (or, at least, minimize his smoking) and significantly reduce his drinking. He’d become somewhat responsible, and he credited the bar with that. He loved his job, and was close with his co-workers and some of the regulars.

After the war broke out, there were some riots in his hometown. He and his coworkers tried to defend the bar for a while, but eventually fled and were separated after a looter with a gun shot out some of the windows. During the riots, he killed a woman waving around a knife, using a broken bottle. While he doesn’t regret it, he never wants to kill again, if he can help it.

After the riots, there was nothing left of his town. He found one of his brothers dead, but had no idea where the rest of his family was. With nothing to his name, and no reason to stay, he skipped town, travelling east until his ended up with a certain refugee coach.
Skills: Beverage Making, Social Skills

Vulnerabilities: Light Smoker, Long Sleeper, Poor Marksmanship.

Carrying Capacity: Has 12 Blocks of item space

[Infamous Empath]

Character Sheet (I'm just basically making me)

Name: Eli McDonnell
Age: 33
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 180 lbs
Picture: Avatar, or

Jesus

Nationality: American (Irish/Hebrew grandparents)
Backstory: Eli is an empathetic and spiritual man who began the apocalypse a little better off than most, but ended up losing everything because he trusted the wrong people. He became a drifter until he found a pretty stocked house and two other individuals who gave him shelter, though he didn't really plan on staying. Since he was an inventory supervisor for ten years, his daily task - aside from cleaning and repairing firearms - is the inventory of all goods in the house.

Skills: (will be assigned to you after you pick an occupation)
Vulnerabilities: (will be assigned to you after you pick an occupation)
Carrying Capacity: (will be assigned to you after you pick an occupation)

Occupations:
Student
*Drifter (pretty short list...)
Police Officer
Sales Rep
Photographer
Track Athlete
Criminal
Hunter
Nurse
Chef
Bartender
Firefighter

Types Of Salvage
Wood
Scrap Metal
Electronic Parts
Raw Food
Scavenged Food
Clean Water
*Weapon Parts
Tobacco
Alcohol
Valuable Item

[Dolerman]

The Chef

@AbysmalDemon

Appearance

Quote

"Sierra, Honey, you're a great cook. Why would they ever fire you?"
"The new Head Chef that took what should have been my spot was being a dick to me...
So my cleaver 'accidentally' fell on his pinky finger."

Age
29

Height & Weight
5'7"
127 lbs.

Picture: (Non anime drawing or image)
Nationality
Mexican-American
Backstory
Sierra originally lived in California, with her mother. After working up through tough financial times in college to become a chef, she worked at a couple restaurants and did her job well. She was sent with letters of recognition, even from her previous bosses, to work in an esteemed restaurant in New York City, Augustine.

She worked there for a couple of weeks, when the head chef was unexpectedly fired. Everyone thought Sierra was going to get the job, when the owner gave it to her son. Sierra was furious. The next day she came into work, specifically standing right next to him when she started cutting chicken. She had the cleaver 'slip' out of her hands as it was going down.

No one really knew if it was an accident, or if it was on purpose, but the owner couldn't take anymore risks and fired Sierra. That's when everything went to shit. The war had torn through New York, and her restaurant had been picked clean for everything. She decided she would finish what she started. She went to the restaurant finding the staff fighting off the last of the scavengers. Everyone looked like a mess, but were happy to see a face that wouldn't try to kill them. Boy, were they wrong.

Sierra walked straight up to the Owner's son, pulled out her kitchen knife, and thrusted it straight into his chest repeatedly, until blood started drippijg from his chin. And as casually as she walked in, she walked out.

Skills: Cooking, Resistant to Cold, Short Sleeper
Vulnerabilities: Slow Runner, Mild Drinker
Carrying Capacity: 12 blocks of item space