She is rather short for her age, petite and slender, with sandy brown hair and fair skin. Her brown eyes are slightly almond shaped, but can open up to be very wide. She appears to be generally quite light in weight, around a hundred pounds or so. She wears no piercings, even in her ears.
▪ Birth State ▪
Brighton, Sussex, England. Moved to Manhattan, New York, just shortly before all hell broke loose
▪ Family members ▪
No one. Just Lizzie
▪ Role/Occupation ▪
Student Doctor
▪ Starting Fortune ▪
A large grey backpack with a red cross on the back, filled with a spare change of clothes, a first aid kit, a bottle of drinking water, food, a small laptop and a specialized survival knife. A pocket purse with a few hundred dollars. A cell phone and a charger (Samsung Galaxy A5 (2017) if you must know). A briefcase filled with documents detailing what little research was done concerning the virus taken from Patient Zero.
Lizzie is a lot tougher than even she realizes, and is capable of brilliant solutions when she's not second-guessing herself. She is highly organized in an obsessive-compulsive and unorthodox manner, and a quick learner, with a fairly impressive memory. Not the kind to settle for a standard answer or solution, she often seeks out things others wouldn't think of seeking in order to achieve success. It was what allowed her to survive a spreading virus that had already overtaken New York and yet escape relatively unscathed. It helps that she is also a fast runner, has knowledge on boats and living on the seaside, and can swim.
Smart though she may be, Lizzie is a very nervous and skittish person even without coffee. She often thinks things over too much, or obsesses over the tiny details in an effort to cover any margin of error, but as a result takes too long, and it doesn't help that she's full of doubts of her own abilities and feels no security in what she knows. She also can't fight to save her life, and gives in to panic if she gets overwhelmed by aggressors, rendering her quite useless in a fight. Her jumpy nature causes her to get easily distracted by almost anything.
▪ Greatest Fear ▪
The undead. Seeing something that, by all intents and means, is dead, and yet moving? Call mother. Now.
▪ Background/History ▪
Born and raised by the seaside in Brighton, England, Lizzie had a fisherman and a seamstress for parents, and went into medical school through a scholarship. She was a prodigy of sorts, picked up things quickly, and had a promising career ahead of her. She became interested in the study of bacteria and diseases and their effects in humanity's history. After several years in Hampton University and a hospital near her own hometown, she received a foreign internship in the US, which brought her to Manhattan, New York, and a fine hospital to work in, when things took a turn for the worst.
A dock worker had been brought in after exposure to a spore-like fungi in a container that came from South America caused the man to become rabid and incoherrent. He had attacked several co-workers, reportedly biting and scratching. Lizzie worked with a doctor who extracted blood samples and began to make notes. Unfortunately, nurses working on the dock worker began to exhibit similar symptoms due to the presence of the spores on the man's body. Before too long, the entire hospital was spreading with the rabid infection. Lizzie only barely escaped after collecting all the data into a briefcase.
She briefly took shelter in her rented apartment, taking stock of the situation, and before media outlets stopped broadcasting, learnt that the infection had since spread into the city itself. Packing all that she could find of use, Lizzie cautiously evaded the undead in the streets, until she made it dockside, where she commandeered a luxury speedboat and began to make her journey southwards, in hopes of finding uninfected survivors, and a working lab or hospital, where she could continue to figure out the cause of the infections and how to stop it.
Louise is of French and Irish descent, giving her a pale complexion all year round. She was born with dark brown eyes and dark brown hair, but prefers to dye her hair various shades of blonde. She is around 5ft 9 tall, making her a bit above average for height for a female. She weighs around 130 lbs, keeping relatively slim and lacking in curves. She doesn't have any tattoos or piercings, and isn't very interested in either.
- Has a yellow backpack on her back with a koala bear patch. Contains: a couple pairs of clothes, a water bottle and a pocket knife. No money.
▪ Skills ▪
Powerful. Inflexible. Team Player. Endurance. Slow.
Like a modern day valkyrie, Louise stands as a tall and powerful woman warrior. What she lacks in speed and flexibility she makes up for in giving and taking hard hits. She can be a dirty trickster using her wits and charm to outsmart her foes. Louise can do great on her own but works even better when she has a trusted partner or an unified team on her side.
▪ Fears ▪
Drowning. Louise can NOT swim.
▪ Background ▪
Before the huge outbreak Louise had basic dreams of going to college to become a dental hygienist. It wasn't her dream job, but it seemed like a reasonable thing to do. She lived with her father and mother in a small two bedroom apartment in New York. They never had too many troubles or worries. Lou's parents were at work when the infection really had it's biggest blow that took over most of the population. She hasn't found her parents, but has very high hopes to find them. As of right now, she is just trying to survive every day and hopes to find that there are others like her. Just wanting to survive.
before outbreak: "Ink" (Pen Name) after outbreak: "Rick"
▪ Gender ▪
Male
▪ Age ▪
32
▪ Appearance ▪
Facial: Rather handsome looking. He has a scar on his right eye (got it when he was trying to kill a struggling woman by suffocation), and he told people that he got it during a hunt. Height: 6’2” (189.0cm) Weight: 176.0 lb (79.8kg) Physique: Tall, lean and mascular. His body is well tanned from the days he went swimming.
▪ Ethnicity ▪
Italian American
▪ Birth State ▪
Clifton, New Jersey, US
▪ Living Location (before outbreak) ▪
He lived with his parents in Clifton, New Jersey before his parents decided to migrate back to Italy upon retirement. He then moved into his current apartment in Brooklyn, New York.
▪ Family members ▪
Father (retired university professor in criminology), mother (retired nurse)
▪ Roles (before outbreak)▪
Online Mystery Writer (freelance) Psychopath Serial Killer "The Womanizer"
▪ Starting Fortune ▪
ten dollar bill and a mechanical watch with the name "Rick" carved behind it
Before Amnesia: Introverted, Sensing, Thinking, Judging, Assertive (ISTJ-A) After Amnesia: Introverted, Sensing, Feeling, Perceiving, Turbulent (ISFP-T)
▪ Strengths ▪
physically strong, a handyman and has a broad knowledge on firearms
▪ Weaknesses ▪
On contrary to most psychopaths, Richard was not a good talker. He knew that he would stammer with words if he were to engage in lengthy arguments. That is why he kept himself away from group conversations and always delivered his messages short. He was not a good liar either, luckily often times it was the women who initiated the conversation.
After outbreak: Richard fractured his lower left leg and needed time for recovery. He also suffered a series of amnesia as a result of the shopping mall incident.
▪ Fears ▪
Before outbreak: Almost fearless, Richard was a logical emotionless monster. He thought that deaths would eventually occur to everyone and there was nothing to be fear about. After outbreak: He feared that he would no longer remember who he was... little did he know that he would live in a greater fear if he found out about the person he used to be.
▪ Background ▪
Before Outbreak: Growing up in a rather literate family, Richard easily finished his university first class as an English major. He took a job as a part-time high school teacher but quitted months later as he found out that he was not that fond of social interactions. He started writing online and earned himself a living.
Secretly, Richard was a psychopath serial killer. He never knew why he did it. It just grew on him. As a rather handsome looking man, women would try to hook him up whenever he went to nightclubs or bars to drink. He never liked the attention. He thought that they were pretentious and fake. As a result, he always lured his victims to a motel and killed them.
As an online mystery writer, Richard had a great knowledge in crimes, firearms, and police procedures. This is what helped him to commit the perfect crimes. He knew at least a hundred of ways to dispose evidence and keep a low profile. he had a lot of connections with criminal groups and also law enforcers to help him with his story ideas. This was how he met his close friend Rick Lincoln.
Richard was a quiet man and preferred his time alone. He lived independently in an apartment in Brooklyn and had few actual friends. During his free time, he would workout at the gym or have a swim in his apartment pool. Other times, he would go to the local shooting range to practice on targets or even hunt in the wild. He has a shotgun license and a hunting license. He believed that a healthy body leads to a healthy mind, which would aid him in his mystery writing. Richard also liked to go to the local cafe and spend his time reading novels and online stories. He enjoyed the atmosphere of a quiet place with the smell of caffeine. Richard cooked well and had some basic knowledge in fixing things. He lived well on his own.
During Outbreak: Richard’s close friend, Rick Lincoln was an NYPD police officer of the 28th Precinct Division in Brooklyn. He was suspicious of his friend’s recent activities and after a month of private investigation, He found out concrete evidences that Richard was the murderer behind a series of brutal killings of young women. He lured Richard out to the local shopping mall and confronted him. They had a big fight within the shopping mall when Rick attempted to take Richard into custody after Richard refused to submit himself.
Just then, a truck swarmed with undead swirled into the shopping mall crashing into columns of walls, causing the mall to collapse. Debris dropped on the floor, overloading the latter and causing it to collapse as well. Along with hundreds other shoppers, Richard and Rick fell through the ground onto the parking lot. Rick was killed immediately by a large falling ceiling debris, while Richard fell unconscious, with his left leg stuck under a fallen piece of concrete.
After Outbreak: He woke up in the car park several hours later. He could not remember anything, including who he was. There was nothing but a ten dollar bill in his pocket, but he realized that there was something in his left hand. It was a mechanical watch with the name "Rick" carved behind it.
▪ Name ▪
"M-my name isss An-gie."
▪ Gender ▪
"I have long hair... so I am a girl."
▪ Age ▪
"Mommy says I will be *shows four fingers* this much age next month!" (grins)
▪ Appearance ▪
"Me pretty~!"
▪ Birth State ▪
"I liveee in Nud York, why are you asking?" (innocent face)
▪ Family Members ▪
"I have a moommy~ and a daaaddy~ and a sistaaah~ Do you know where they are now?"
▪ Role ▪
"you know, mommy would walk me to school everyday."
▪ Starting Fortune ▪
▪ Strengths ▪
"Daddy says I am very strong. I can show youu.." *tries to pick up rock*
▪ Weaknesses ▪
"Me no weakness! Me stronk!"
▪ Fears ▪
"Where is you mommy? daaddy?! Why is it so dark here?" *Sobs*
▪ Background ▪
Her parents were caught in the outbreak on their way back home and died instantly having a terrible car crash. She was having a nap in her room upstairs when undead flooded into her house. Unfortunately her sister was in the living room and could not escape her deadly fate.
▪ Name ▪
Rocky
▪ Gender ▪
Male
▪ Age ▪
10 (an old dog)
▪ Appearance ▪
Shepherd dog
▪ Birth State ▪
New York
▪ Family Members ▪
Owner - Rick Lincoln
▪ Role ▪
retired police dog
▪ Starting Fortune ▪
a collar tagged with name "Rocky"
▪ Strengths ▪
Extremely well trained general purpose police dog. High obedience on humans it trusts.
▪ Weaknesses ▪
Even a dog can be affected by its age. Reaction speed has gotten slower, and its stamina is not as good as it used to be.
▪ Fears ▪
visual height intolerance
▪ Background ▪
After years of service under the police force, Rocky retired with honor and was under its operator Rick's care. Rocky was having a stroll within the neighborhood led by a part time dog walker (Rick was on police duty) when the outbreak occurred.
Swarm of zombies took on the dog walker within seconds and devoured her. Rocky was frightened and confused by the sudden turn of events and escaped back to its owner's house. It would soon realize that it was no longer safe to go home.
Holed-up Location: Angie's house, Brooklyn, New York, US. Location Condition: House clean and well barricaded with wooden planks. Water and electricity out. Getting cold.
Group Members Condition:
Physical Health
Mental Health
"Rick"(Richard)
Fractured left leg recovering
Amnesia still active, minor headache
Angie
Healthy
Paranoid, easily scared, and tearful
Rocky
Healthy
Healthy
Starting Supplies (a couple months after, before first IC post):
Food: canned food from shopping mall [3 days] Water: bottled mineral waters [1 week], beer [1 month] from shopping mall Medical Supplies: simple first aid kit [incomplete] Weapons: household graded weapons (kitchen knives, garage tools, sport bat, etc..) [unused] Clothing: Men's wear left by Angie's father [enough to last winter], Angie's clothes [the girl's growing fast] Transport: Bicycle found nextdoor[punctured tires] Valuables: 2565$ cash found in house [rich], a handful of jewelries by Angie’s mom [rich] Others: A collection of household items and furniture [clean and unbroken]
Appearance: Hunter is a Caucasian male who stands at about 5'10", with no real muscle build to him. His his is dark brown, shaggy, and is in need of any real grooming it can get. It's not necessarily long, but a decent hair cut wouldn't hurt either. Due to Hunter thinking he can do anything his hands are covered with scars and slight burns.
Generally he wears T-shirts, cargo pants, and if if he needs a jacket it will be one with pockets. Most of his T-shirts are references to shows, movies, comics, or just gimmick shirts in general. He does own camouflage that he likes to wear from time to time, but for every day life he doesn't wear it a lot. He does have a thing for hats though, if he finds a hat he likes he will try to wear it for as long as possible. Or until he finds one he likes more.
Age: 23
Birth State: Hunter was born in Central New York. He did a decent amount of traveling as a kid but for the most part he stayed close to there. When things started to get really bad he tried to work his way to family in Florida. He wasn't able to get very far with what he had.
Family members: Hunter has a rather big Family, Five sisters, two brothers, more cousins then he can count, and a collection of aunts and uncles. Though most of his family is spread around the eastern half of the US his closest family members are in New York and Florida. As of this point in time, he took a gamble to get to his family in Florida thinking his family in New York were better off. Stubbornness only goes so far, how he is away from everyone.
Role/Occupation: Hunter was a college student in basics, a little slow to start but one none the less. He worked part time at a cashiering job, and went to a few classes. Lived at home, rarely went out due to social issues, and pretended to know a lot about computers. Actually pretended to know about a lot of things.
Though he pretends to know a lot of things and doesn't, it's not that he is lying, he falls under the "Jack of all trades master of none." He would be able to follow along with someone who knew how to do things, but he is extremely limited to what he can do on his own outside table top games like risk.
Starting Fortune: -old pump action shotgun -Odds and ends of tools -A collection of random shells for the shotgun -About $237 in cash -Small car with a hatchback door
Strengths: Hunter has a few strength that help keep him alive. One is he can at least do minimal performance in most fields. He is also a decent liar, to others and himself. He has the ability to convince himself that things are not as bad as they seem in many cases. He knows how to safely use firearms and can fire then pretty accurately. He also tends to have a caring heart, meaning he will try to protect people when he can reasonably pull it off.
Weaknesses: hunter is scared of close to everything. Spiders, loud noises, the dark, not clowns though. He is normally able to hide his feelings about his fears, but it can be seen in his actions when he hesitates. He also has an issues with human internals. Not blood so much, but organs, muscle, all of that fun stuff. It's a little easier on the dead since it's mostly useless for them. But on the living, he may pass out. He also has pretty harsh social issues. So he may have issues trying to talk to people, even when there are only a couple left in the world.
Another rather major weakness of his would be he thinks he can do more then he actually can. For example, he may be able to tell what is wrong with a car, but he would have no idea how to fix it. He would try anyways. Most of the skills he has mastered are considered basic at best though, he can do basic shooting, basic cleaning, driving, things like that. Nothing too complicated.
Greatest Fear: Hunter's biggest fear is death. He is scared to die, and he is scared of how he will die. And scared of being forgotten.
Background/History: Hunter was raised in a military family, with a third of his family being in some form of the armed services. Because of this, he has known how to handle a firearm most of his life. Unlike a lot of his family though, he never joined any armed forces, and he never went hunting. Most of his time with firearms was spent on the shooting range.
Hunter's household specifically had been split at a young age. He personally didn't care a lot, but it never helped with finances. Even when things seemed to be good, they started to go get worse not long after. He always had what he needed to get by though. Even if it was lower quality then the kids around him.
Once at the age of 19 he moved onto school with mixed results, talking only a couple classes at a time so he could still hold down a job. In doing so though he had enough to pay for a car, some decent computer equipment, and the books he needed for school. He spent his life like this for years, working, school, pretending to sleep as he found something simple to do online. Basic collage life.
When things started to get bad he decided to make a break for it, pulling together what cash he could get his hands on and gathering what supplies he could fit into his car, he set out on the road to find his family in Florida. In his head the family he had in New York were better off. They had more guns, more people, and more supplies. His family in Florida were fewer, and had a lot less to them. On his way out he was able to obtain an old shotgun (Legally an antique a few years from this date as a fun fact), it was a gun that had once belonged to his grandfather. It could hold most any 12 gauge round in it, and it had already survived the test of time. He felt ready to take on the world.
A few weeks later he ran out of gas trying to avoid road blocks. He refuses to go far from his car out of fear he will need some supplies he can't carry with him, so most of his time is spent gathering fuel to move his car little by little. Sometimes he will be stopped for weeks at a time waiting for bad events to pass or having trouble finding gas or food, working up the nerve to go further from his only familiar place to him. At this point in time he isn't trying to get to his family, at this point he is trying to make sure he can hold out himself. He figures at this point they are either alive or they are not.
Family members: Bishop no longer has anyone that's alive that he considers family.
Role/Occupation: Dumpster Diver
Starting Fortune: 20 Dollars Kitchen Knife Pistol with 12 bullets A picture of his brother
Strengths: Foraging Knife work Hiding
Weaknesses: Can't shoot. "Why do I even carry a gun?" Doesn't work well with others Has a soft spot for children
Greatest Fear: Dogs. He doesn't know what it is, but his is terrified of dogs.
Background/History: His mother died a few weeks after giving birth to his younger brother. His father had a difficult time paying for the family and ended up marrying a rich widow, who later killed his brother in a car "accident". Upset with his father for not divorcing the woman after she had been sent to prison for vehicular manslaughter, he ran away from home at age seven. He avoided heavily populated places, trying desperately to avoid his father, afraid that both parents would hate him and he would have a fate similar to his brother's. He lived off of dumpster scraps and the occasional squirrel, but never complained about his meal or his hole filled shoes. He was always foraging, whether it was for shoes or a meal.