[CHAR] Dehumanized

[Rae Zer]

Maria Hallins

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Age: 30
Gender: Female
Height and Weight: 5'7 and 152lbs
Brief Personality: The one word which describes Maria best begins with a B and ends with -itch. She couldn't really care less for others unless they are actually helping. If they have a use, then Maria will like them and only if they have a use. Maria's moral compass doesn't quite point north nor south so she is willing to do what she needs to to survive just short of killing an unarmed person. That is, unless said unarmed person attacked first. In that case, they are as good as dead after getting the shit punched out of them.
Background: Maria was born into a world which she spent only a third of her life in. she was ten when the bombs fell and her entire World was torn apart like paper in a shredder. She survived out of the millions, nay billions of people who died. One can only imagine what it must have been like for the young Maria to be thrown into a world where laws didn't exist anymore, where murder was normal, and where her parents were nothing more than a burden, an anachronism to a time when morals mattered. Maria was lucky to have survived even a year in the care of her parents who trusted everybody they came across unfaultingly only for them to rob them blind every time. Eventually the three came across a group of survivors who put an end to Maria's foolish parents.

For nearly a year Maria hated the people who saved her. They called themselves 'The Mountaineers' and took Maria out of the mostly abandoned New England further south following the Appalachian Mountains. She was like a pet to them, a creature they could raise to do whatever they wanted. Nobody would expect the tiny waif of a child having stolen your food and water after sitting in an abandoned building crying for her parents ya know. And so, the Mountaineers raised Maria to be bait for those who still had the morality to help a sad child. They taught her how to use a bow, skin an animal, and hunt prey silently. Eventually Maria came to realize that the Mountaineers were, twisted though their morals were, possibly the best case scenario of meeting survivors. Eventually Maria outgrew being a crying waif and became a fawningly beautiful woman who would travel with the poor lonely man who had wondered through the city for 'protection'.

Maria eventually fell in love with Marcus, a roughshod man compared to the gentler men in the mountaineers. Marcus couldn't care less for survivors who wondered the street hoping for a kind soul to help. He knew there was no such thing in this new world and he made no exceptions. But, he had always had a soft spot for Maria, the girl he had saved from an almost certain death with her parents. He was twenty-one when the bombs fell and took to drinking early after but was rescued from a pit of dispair by his friends and formed the Mountaineers. Not too long after they met Maria and rescued her as well for Marcus knew he couldn't leave her with parents who weren't willing to give up on foolish morals. But Maria loved him anyway for he had been the most amazing person she knew.

Their love didn't last long though. The Mountaineers finally got further south only to encounter raiders who attacked them. Many of both groups were injured including Maria who had gotten grazed by a bullet striking across her left shoulder. Marcus and six of the thirteen members of the Mountaineers were fatally wounded and buried in shallow graves marked only by a pile of stones over them. The Mountaineers fell apart without Marcus and eventually Maria took to traveling alone for a long time. Maria traveled for a good year before coming back to what one could consider a sort of civilization. It was a trading post of a sorts in Northern Florida that Maria had stopped at where she traded some pelts and a few damaged books for supplies. On her way in Maria met Joy, a young woman who had been born into the New World unlike Maria.

Maria easily realized how useful a girl like Joy was especially for somebody like Maria who hunted for her food rather than take supplies from others. A steady supply of food and drinking water meant that, so long as she pulled her own weight, Joy was a use to Maria. Joy happened to be on her way out when Maria met her and just happened to need somebody who was capable of teaching her how to hunt and cook food properly. Maria happend to fit the bill so Joy came with her and left the trading post for the wilderness. A year later, Maria and Joy were once again near civilization. Particularly a place only thirty miles away, a trading post often called Knight's Hold. Few people ever really speak of what the name could possibly mean but it could relate to a couple of bandits who call themselves Knights in the area.

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Nomadic or Sedentary?: Nomadic
Alone or With Someone?: With Someone
Any Unsusual Traits? Does it Show Physically?: Maria has sharp growths of bones on the top of her head which extend about two inches out of her hair. She has similar growths on her elbows and knuckles but the growths on her knuckles are more thicker bones rather than growths. Her knuckles have a more limited degree of movement due to the thicker bones but she haas grown use to them.
Weapons: A Simple hunting knife with a blade length of 6 inches, a well maintained hunting bow, and a pocket knife with a four inch blade which is double edged.
Skills: In her thirty years of life, Maria has learned quite a bit about cooking and preparing food. She can tell the difference between meat that is still slightly raw and meat that is cooked edible enough to eat. She can also start a fire easily enough and set up a wind blocker to keep the fire from blowing out. If you bring Maria any small animal, rabbits and smaller, she is capable of skining it. Maria prefers to hunt silently and when she does hunt she uses a well maintained hunting bow. She can hit a target that is moving slowly but can't actually hit a quick target or one which is moving about suddenly. Maria is also a thief from her many years with the Mountaineers.
Other Maria is traveling with Joy Carter.

[Penguin]

Name: Adelaide Beaumont

Age: 20

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 her 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 at ten years old. She had been on her own ever since then until one day she came across a young boy. Reluctantly, she let him tag along with her after he asked multiple times. 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 with someone.

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

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Name: Elijah

Age: 11

Gender: Male

Nomadic or sedentary: Same as Adelaide

Weapons: A couple of grenades, 9mm pistol with three magazines, two daggers

Skills: Elijah is an amazing swimmer. He can swim up to speeds men have not seen before and for long
periods of time. He's also handy when it comes to lock-picking and decoding things. Also, he's a bit of a chemist when it comes to creating explosions and things of that sort. Elijah isn't a bad climber either and he's decent when it comes to aiming but he's better at using a knife. He is pretty knowledgeable about plants and animals as well. Surprisingly, he can only read a little but he has trouble sounding out still and does not know how to write.

Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: He has webbed hands and feet that allow him to easily maneuver through water. Elijah has gills on the sides of his neck that can allow him to go underwater for a longer period of time than most people but they are not big enough to give him enough air for an outrageous amount of time. They open up only underwater and on the surface they close in response to the air.

Appearance: He's a freckle-faced, blue-eyed kid who always seems to have a smile on his face. His hair is brown and his skin is quite fair. For a boy, he is rather in shape. He's often seen wearing hoodies.

Brief Personality: Elijah is a very clever kid who enjoys all things humorous. He takes amusement very easily. He can be on the quiet side at times but he's usually in a good mood and has a positive outlook on most circumstances. He's very knowledgeable about science and street smarts. Elijah's that type of kid that likes to know all the tips and tricks to things. Despite being a young kid, he possibly understands how to survive on his own better than some adults. However his patience and maturity are not quite up to par with an adult.

Background: Adelaide found Elijah when he was around nine years old. He was found sitting on a broken street curb with absolutely no idea how he got there and with large gaps in his memory. He's been traveling with Adelaide ever since and still he's had trouble remembering where he came from. Adelaide tends to just tell people that he's her little brother to save time.

Alone or with someone?: Adelaide

Other: He really likes dogs.

[Elitestpotato]

Lonely

Name: Lonely

Age: Not known. Probably around 30.

Gender: Male

Nomadic or sedentary: Nomadic

Weapons (Don't go crazy): Bolt action rifle, hatchet, make shift spear (long stick with knife tied on the end)

Skills: Natural hunter. Great tracker. Very good at stealth. Ferocious, bloodthirsty fighter. Agile.

Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: Razor sharp teeth. Heightened senses. Nails tougher and sharper than normal human's. Very fast.

Appearance: Lonely is a 6'0 tall, 190 pound man, but you could hardly tell. His dangerous looking teeth are intimidating, his feet, hands, and forearms have begun to grow thick grey hair, the regular hair on his body is growing thicker and more numerous, and his eyes are a specky gold, wild and dangerous looking. Although, looking at him you would not be able to tell, as he hides these things with thick combat boots, thick work pants, a hoodie, gloves, a bandana, sunglasses, and a baseball hat. He covers his oddities as well as he can.

Brief Personality (Try to show most of your character's personality IC instead of giving it all away): Awkward. Rough. Obviously not used to people anymore.

Background(Please reveal your current location): Lonely does not remember much before the incident. In fact, he doesn't even remember the incident at all. He just knows that one day he woke up to find that his teeth could rip through just about anything. More and more changes happened to his body, and then to his mind. Most of his human emotions were replaced by animal ones. Sad was replaced by hungry, happy was replaced by full. Knowing he could never see another person without them fearing him, he stayed away from anything and everything. Not knowing his name, he began to call himself one of the only human emotions he could feel: Lonely. Lonely has spent years wandering from place to place, all over the country, his human side constantly fighting his beastly instincts. It is a constant struggle to keep himself under control. But, he has been mostly successful so far. Now he finds himself hunting and sleeping in and around what used to be New York City. Half of it is a literal concrete jungle now though, so he feels at home.

Alone or with someone?: Alone.

[girlonfire21]

Name: Kylie Sumner
Age: 17
Gender:Female
Nomadic or sedentary: Sedentary. She will only leave an area if necessary.
Weapons (Don't go crazy):2 Knives, a revolver, and her fists
Skills:Very highly trained in hand to hand combat. She was raised a fighter by her father. She's also a pretty good shot. Hasn't killed any other humans yet but she can catch dinner for sure.
Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: She has strange markings all over her body. Most assume they are tattoos but they aren't. The tribal like patterns have been there since she was born.
Appearance:Small and lithe like a dancer. Only about 5'2" and 105 lbs. Long black hair with red streaked throughout it. Usually wearing tight black clothing.
Brief Personality (Try to show most of your character's personality IC instead of giving it all away):She is a firecracker. Fiesty and cunning she is a very skilled survivalist. She doesn't take shit from anyone and prefers to work alone but doesn't mind a companion here and there.
Background(Please reveal your current location):Her parents died when she was 14 so she had to grow up fast. She was born and raised in NYC but now maintains a permanent residence in New Jersey. She refuses to move despite how dangerous it is there.
Alone or with someone?: She works alone. May team up if she finds them worthy.
Other: Has a large collection of books in her back pack. Always reading.

[Komo]

Name: Laura Miller
Age: 25
Gender: Female

Appearance:

Standing at 5 foot and 6 inches, and weighing around one hundred and forty-six pounds, her shoulder-length hair is a shade of honey blonde, and is usually tied up into a ponytail, Her skin is fair from the lack of sunlight, and her eyes an icy blue. She can normally be seen dressed up in military gear and outfits, items she found long ago in an abandoned vault.

Brief Personality:

Laura has a cheerful and bubbly disposition that usually brightens up the people she meets. She is hardworking and honest and always completes whatever she sets out to accomplish. Down-to-earth yet mischievous, she loves teasing people she knows. Her jokes are otherwise harmless, meant more for the fun factor than anything else. She is always seen as the joker of the group, even when nobody finds her jokes funny. A trustworthy and loyal friend, she is one to confide in and a good listener. She is prone to being over-emotional at times and that can lead to impairment of judgement when making certain decisions. A character who appreciates and understand the value of having fun, she can always be seen having fun whenever she can, making the most of what she has in her current circumstances.

Backstory:

Laura was but five when the bombs fell. Born into a world she had hardly spent much time in, she was quickly ushered into another as she was ushered into an underground vault shelter together with family. These vaults were built in limited number and can could only fit so many people in them. Only those wealthy enough to purchase spots had been allowed in. Billions of those too poor to afford them died outside of the vaults when the bombs fell. She was considered of the lucky few who had managed to escape annihilation thanks to money. Money, which hardly mattered anymore. Most of the world was now a wasteland, riddled with toxic irradiated areas. She was eighteen, when a riot broke out between two groups who had very differing views on how ruling should be done in the vault. Laura and her family belonged to the minority group, and eventually lost the battle, causing the majority group to be elected the new government. They exiled their opponents, the minority, and Laura and her family were exiled from the safety of the vault.

The group was not used to the harshness of the way had turned into, and many fell prey to the harsh weather and environments, if not the bandits prowling the wastelands. What remained of the group, grew stronger, and more hardy against the new world. In this case, the saying "What does kill you makes you stronger" describes the situation perfectly. The survivors eventually grouped up together, fighting off bandits and another wild creatures. Laura lost her parents in a massive bandit raid a few years ago, and she was stricken with grief for a period of time. The band grew smaller, but eventually lucked smiled upon them as the small group chanced upon an empty vault. Exploring the vault, they eventually came across its armoury, still in fact and stocked with weapons. The group picked their share of weapons and left, now more equipped to fight off the bandits than ever. The members of the group left, trained each other in the use of guns and other survival tactics, having surived until this point in time. Eventually, the group splintered off, all walking off in their own separate ways and Laura came to wander in the wasteland, moving from settlement to settlement, looking for something what exactly, she didn't quite know yet.

Nomadic or sedentary: Nomadic

Alone or with someone: Alone

Any Unusual traits? Does it show physically?: Heightened Senses and Reflexes. It proves her with an extremely keen sense of awareness and agility. It is not seen physically unless witnessed in action.

Weapons: A machete, a Sig Sauer P226 pistol, Heckler & Koch G36 assault rifle

Skills: Survival skills, which include camping, hiking, cooking and hunting. She had learnt gun handling and marksmanship when she was still with the group to fight off bandits and dangerous wild creatures. She quickly discovered that she was a great shot with guns, aided by her heightened senses and reflexes. Her stamina is impressive, and she is also well-versed in close-quarters combat.

Other: She carries around a backpack containing her essential supplies.

[TheIrishJJ]

Name:
Chris (last name unknown)

Age:
21

Gender:
Male

Nomadic or sedentary:
Nomadic

Weapons:
Thanks to Chris's strength over many enemies, and his sharp claws and teeth, he usually does not need a weapon. However, when he does, he uses a knife that he has carried around for years.

Skills:
Chris is strong, and not too bad at fighting. He is also good at surviving, such as building shelter.

Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?:
Chris can usually eat raw meat without getting ill, unless it is very bad. This cannot be seen on the outside.

Appearance:
Chris is six foot seven, with a slim, muscular body. He has pale skin, and short, black hair. His teeth are sharp, and fingernails are very sharp too.

Brief Personality:
Chris is shy at first, when speaking to people. He can get very angry, very quickly, and you do not want to get on the wrong side of him. Christ does not speak much, and when he does he won't speak for very long. He often has conversations with himself in order to pass time, as there usually aren't very many people to speak to. He does not care about other people and will not mind ripping them to shreds if it comes to it. Sometimes he even wants to kill people, for no reason.

Background:
Chris was born to a family in a settlement. However, it was attacked by bandits when he was 15 and he ran away, his family dead. When he was 16, someone began to look after him, only to betray him six months later. Thankfully, Chris got away, and has been nomadic ever since, rarely trusting anyone. He is currently in New England

Alone or with someone?:
Alone

Other:
Chris has eaten human flesh, and does not mind it.

[SepticGentleman]

Name: Bozak

"Bozak is Bozak."

Age: 43

"Old? Bozak not old. Bozak experienced."

Gender: Male

"Bozak is man. Big man. Strong man."

Nomadic or Sedentary: Nomadic

"Bozak never stays. Staying is not good for Bozak."

Weapons: Bozak loads himself down with quite a few offensive tools. He keeps with him a 12-gauge hunting shotgun, which is his primary death-dealer, and a .44 magnum revolver at his side. Besides those two guns are his rather large hunting knife, his fire axe, and his pair of weathered brass knuckles. Traveling light is not a familiar concept with him.

"Bozak would take even more with him if he were not already having so much."

Skills: From past experiences that took place both before and after the war, Bozak has accrued all the necessary survival skills to live amidst the dangers of the US wasteland. Setting up camps, starting fires, hunting critters, all the good stuff. More so, over two decades of harsh traveling and violent encounters have given the man plenty of experience in hunting down mutants, both human and otherwise. He considers that his most valuable skill of all.

"To live in this world, must know how to do things. Bozak has learned how to do many things. So Bozak will always live."

Any Unusual Traits? Does it Show Physically?: As far as anyone can tell from looking, Bozak’s a normal human being. Maybe not normal personality-wise but that’s beside the point.

"Bozak is not mutant. Mutants bad. Bozak is not bad. Bozak is human."

Appearance: Bozak stands rather tall at a little over six feet, though his equipment definitely adds a bit to his height. His gut may look weighty but there’s definitely some bulk around his upper torso to offset that. He wears a gas mask over his face pretty much at all times, refusing to take it off when he’s around other folks. All that’s visible is his short, messy, dark brown hair, shaved along the back and sides. He wears an olive green tank top underneath a mess of bandoliers and pockets, exposing his tanned arms riddled with marks of the past. A pair of fingerless gloves, dark gray combat trousers, black boots, and a few more belts and pockets complete his getup.

"Bozak looking good these days."

Brief Personality: Bozak, at first, is a bit difficult to figure out. All the talking he does makes him out to be something of a hunter-survivor-philosopher combination, though the last bit can definitely be substituted with other names (psycho, thug, etcetera). He doesn’t display any direct hostility at folks he passes by but he’s definitely not a Good Samaritan right off the bat either. He leans more towards letting everyone else do their thing while he does his. If someone wants to talk to him, he’s likely to humor them for a good bit to pass the time. Although there’s some topics he’ll inadvertently render uncomfortable for whoever’s in his company. All in all, a decent man, but maybe not companion material.

"Bozak is simply who Bozak wishes to be. Some people like Bozak, others do not. Bozak is okay with this."

Background: This is actually one topic Bozak will steer in a bunch of directions. Where he’s from, where he’s going, why he calls himself Bozak instead of his real name (which he keeps a secret), everything. In truth, Bozak likes to say that most everything before now just isn’t important enough to talk about. But he will definitely regale his past combat experiences and hunting accomplishments, taking great pride in the mutants he’s killed at the behest (and hiring) of communities he’s passed through. In fact he’ll claim he has something of a reputation around the southeast US, but surely nothing substantial enough to carry his name past him as he travels up north, towards New York City.

"Want to know about Bozak? Bozak tell you the good things, not the important things."

Alone or with Someone?: Bozak travels alone.

"Bozak not walk well with others. Bozak walk better on his own."

Other: Bozak refers to himself in the third person. This gets on peoples’ nerves sometimes.

"Feh. Bozak ignore them. Bozak can talk however he wishes to talk."

[Cosmos]

MADISON "MADDIE" PARKER

Name:

Madison Louise Parker.

Age:

Twenty-two.

Gender:

Female.

Appearance:

Madison stands at a tall height of five foot nine inches, weighing at around one hundred and thirty nine pounds, having quite an athletic build. Her brown hair reaches mid-way down her back but is normally braided to one side or thrown up into a messy ponytail. With her pale skin, her stormy blue eyes are very noticeable. Normally wearing black jodhpurs, small black ankle boots, a white polo shit with an old camo jacket she used to adore.

Brief Personality:

Forceful, original, and sensitive. Tends to stick to things until they are done. Extremely thorough, responsible, and dependable. She has well-developed powers of concentration. Very individualistic, rather than leading or following. She is a high risk-taker, living for the moment. Uncomplicated in her desires. Shown to be loyal to anyone who deserved it but has extreme trust issues and is hard to crack into. Being by herself most of the time, Madison has learned to not trust anyone and keep herself to herself. Detached and analytical, they excel at finding solutions to practical problems. Maddie tends to be through everything she has been through very cold hearted. Grown to be very devious too.

Background:

Being two at the time of the bombs fell Madison was moved around a lot with her parents. They did everything they could to keep their little girl safe, going to drastic measures and taking risks just for her. But Maddie only remembers them in sketchy details due to the fact that when she was around five they abandoned her in their first settlement. They left as the settlement began to fall apart, going against the good morals they were supposed to follow by and have. People killed people for reasons that weren't good enough and stole from good people. Madison's parents decided to leave as soon as they felt everything go down hill but they left Madison to try and fend for herself. Being delirious, she gathered up some supplies and left to find her parents but without finding them, ended up alone.

Being as young as she was wondering the wilderness, as expected the next settlement which she passed by took her in. They made sure she was well looked after and the good people who did take her in began to teach her the ways to survive. Knowing she couldn't stay in their settlement they wanted her to at least be capable of surviving out on her own. She stayed with these people for as long as she could so she wasn't alone and would learn as much as she could. Madison saw a lot of the world when they were moving, things someone of her age should never have seen before but in the world that they lived in, that was seen to be normal. When she reached the age of around seventeen, they dumped her leaving her for dead and showing how little they grew to care about her. Again, she was alone.

Madison carried on moving, sometimes she got accepted into settlements but she swore to herself that she could never stay. She never opened herself up to anyone else and she never again trusted anyone. There was no one who kept together, they got bored of people and dumped them out onto the streets. Maddie knew that you could never trust any of the people who walked the Earth today because she grew to work out that they worked in the same way. They best way she thought was to keep to herself, stay away from anyone or anything that could be bad news and not to get too attached to anywhere. Nowhere was home.

Nomadic or Sedentary:

Nomadic.

Alone or With Someone:

Alone.

Any Unusual traits? Does it show physically?:

Long, tough, razor sharp nails showing physically, heightened senses. Stronger than average.

Weapons:

Two hidden combat knives and compound crossbow with a quiver backpack of bolts.

Skills:

Main outdoor survival skills, knowing and understanding the uses of all the elements of survival. Shelter, fire, cooking, drinking water, food and a natural hunter. Extremely good at stealth. Very agile. She is an amazing climber and can often use the use her nails to climb trees, finding cover but can find other ways to climb buildings etc. Having a good eye for aim with a crossbow but can resort to close combat if needed. Preferred and better off with the crossbow.

Other:

In her quiver backpack she carries her essential supply she needs.

[Apokalipse]

Name:

Joy Carter

Age:

20

Gender:

Female

Nomadic or sedentary:

Nomadic

Weapons:

The Ruger 10-22 (a pistol), Cold Steel SRK (a knife)

Skills:

Lying, sneaking, shooting

Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?:

Her vocal chords have been altered by the radioactivity, giving her more vocal range. Because of this mutation, Joy is able to mimic almost any human or animal noise. It shows as a small lump on her throat, almost like an adam's apple.

Brief Personality:

Joy is the very definition of rough. Her scratchy voice paired with her crass, sarcastic words and general dislike for everybody makes her easily the bitch. However, when someone first meets her that’s not what they expect. She usually changes her voice to sound honeyed and sweet, is polite, and acts bubbly until she feels like revealing that she is anything but. Joy gets a kick out of tricking people into thinking things about her and can take on multiple personas. Her moral code is low and she is not afraid to kill others without a single thought or prostitute herself to a man in exchange for a gun or food. She uses people, even though she knows she shouldn’t, to get what she wants and never feels guilty. She doesn’t care about anyone else but herself. One time, she even made a man fall in love with her so she could take his gun in his sleep! However, she is not without her merits. Joy is extremely intelligent and prefers to use logic over emotion, making her someone to rely on in a pinch – or not, if she decided to sacrifice you to live. She is patient, her patience seeming unending and hardly ever gets mad.

Background:

Joy Carter had never known the world before its fall. She was born into a cold, moral less world and, as such, came out cold and moral less herself. She was born to a young couple, but that is all she remembers due to the fact they abandoned her in woods, now not having to worry about what people think of them. She almost died from the cold until she was found by another survivor that went by the name of Trey. Trey raised her to survive in the big bad world, keeping Joy at a distance, never allowing herself to become emotionally attached to the young Joy. As such, Joy didn't value intimacy as much as the people in the previous age had. She taught Joy to use others and to never regret it, to abandon guilt, and to manipulate.

Joy didn't know much about Trey; she didn't know her age, where she came from, what her real name was, who she was before. For awhile, Joy would ask about her life, but when she did, Trey would slap her hard on the wrist and Joy learned not to ask questions. Around the age of nine, Trey began to leave Joy for an hour or two and, by the age of ten, Trey started leaving for days. One day, Trey never came back. Joy knew this was going to happen eventually and didn't dwell on it. She immediately left with all the supplies she could find and begun to search for someone she could use.

When Joy was sixteen, she was a part of a band of bandits and helped them steal right out from others noses. She stayed with them until she was nineteen, until one day, they decided to cut their losses in order to keep the supplies to themselves - they tried to kill her. Joy barely escaped with a bullet in her arm and stumbled around, trying to keep the wound from festering, when she came to a survivor at least twenty years her senior. His name was Steven and Joy entered into a sexual relationship with him; he eventually fell in love with her. Joy found his affection for her disgusting, but she allowed him to love her, using him to get what she wants.

When she came across Maria, a woman willing to mentor her and help her survive, Joy was quick to dump Steven and leave...in the middle of the night...with some of his things.

Alone or with someone?:

With Someone

[Drake Baku]

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[Xilaw]

LOKKI

Name: Lokki (he dubbed himself), Loco (what people actually call him); real name undisclosed
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Nomadic or sedentary: Nomadic
Weapons (Don't go crazy): Gerber Mark II combat knife, Ruger Blackhawk .41 Magnum, shoulder-held rocket launcher with no ammunition
Skills: Can pick locks, recognizes worth of various items, basic survivalist skills like setting up a fire, finding shelter and taking care of minor injuries. Has decent knowledge in setting up various traps.
Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: None
Appearance: Wears an Adidas track suit, coat made of fur, rubber boots, deep rubber gloves, jester hat and goggles. Slim, not particularly muscular or strong. Stands at 5'10 (175cm) and actually wishes he was shorter so he could be more agile.
Brief Personality: Very intelligent and humorous. Due to long time spent in solitude he went slightly insane which, along with his positive appearance and attitude, makes him charismatic. Nevertheless, he is sly and is ready to back-stab anyone for his personal gain.
Background(Please reveal your current location):

Lengthy Background

Lokki was brought up in a wealthy family of three, him included, and lived in a large mansion in Los Angeles through most of his childhood. From early age he showed great potential and signs of extraordinary intelligence. At a very early age he would play with puzzles, chess and various memory games instead of classic toys most kids his age were into back then. His father, a successful doctor, had little time to spend with his son due to work but held great expectations for the young boy often referring to him as his protégé and future doctor. He was never interested in such things, however. Instead, he would see himself enjoying life to its fullest. Worry-free, laid back and peaceful life is all the boy wished for.
When Lokki was 6 he started Elementary school and very quickly adapted, rising to the top of the class and making friends thanks to his wit. He didn’t spend a lot of time studying as he did learning on his own things he was interested in like philosophy, psychology, history and geography, to name a few, but he was always among the best in his classes simply from closely paying attention in class. Although many would see him as a nerd due to his successes at education he was never picked on. He wasn’t popular but many people knew him. He was social, interesting to talk to and funny to his peers, but in sort of a mature way for his age rather than being a class clown. No one actually minded his company. He was also very clever and he had a natural gift of tricking people into succumbing to his wishes which would often make him doubt his own goodness. This sort of thinking made him read psychology and ethics. Although it initially intrigued him as a philosophical question of right and wrong he would soon plunge deeper into the study of the mind making him even more convincing in his newly found art.
He was paying close attention to the politics at age of 10 when things were rapidly becoming more and more chaotic and the world was falling into a global crisis. Only two years later, shortly after his 12th birthday, first bombs would start flooding the skies and raining upon his country over the unsuspecting citizens of west coast USA. Most people were at work when all hell broke loose. Luckily, Lokki found himself in his home at the time when the nuclear alert went off across the city. He had no other choice but to hide in the basement his father showed him a few months back in case of emergency. It was an old, dusty and damp place build during the 1950s by previous owners of the house during the Cold War. Who knew such a place would come in handy one day for the new settlers.

He grabbed all the food he could carry from the fridge, blankets, clothes and any source of entertainment he could find with him and sealed the entrance behind him. He knew nothing of his parents, their whereabouts or their fate, but knew he had no other choice but remembering his father’s instructions and bolting himself shut in the shelter under their home. Lokki would from then on be alone with his thoughts, locked in a prison that ironically keeps him safe from harm. He spent his days in the shelter day dreaming about what may have happened to his parents, his friends, his city. Days flew by, and he would at times be optimistic and at other times he would be full of anger, bitterness was eating him alive from the inside and he had nothing else to do but watch his own mind betray him and fall into chaos, collapsing under its own weight of sorrow and resentment. The safe haven was turning into an asylum.
Just when the boy was on the edge, doing his daily routine of being tantric and bashing things as a way to cope with his feelings, he discovered an old dusty magazine under one of the cabinets that were in the room. He brushed off the soot only to read the title of this strange paper – “Journey into Mystery”. It was an old comic book from 1962 that the boy would read through every night before sleep, cover to cover. That one lonely number of the magazine gave him a shred of hope and his imagination that he had felt as a child resurfaced again. He would eventually forget all about his parents and rather start fantasizing about the good life as he always used to before the catastrophe. Reading his favorite comic book the boy grew fond of a character in it. Oddly enough it was not the hero of the series but rather the villain. The story of Lokki, the trickster god, trapped in a tree coping with his feelings captured the boy’s attention as he noticed the striking similarity between the two. From then on he would take up the character’s name and call himself by it, forgetting his old life. He was ready to leave his shell and enter the new world as a new person.

He grabbed a backpack with some food, water and the comic book that turned his life around, put on a gas mask he had found in one of the cabinets and set off into the unknown. Once the boy got out, he found that the city he once knew was now ruble and the once beautiful sunny Californian sky turned into a hellish red nightmare that sent chills down his spine. He did not flinch to the horrifying scene and set out on his merry way. He had no particular goal other than finding other people. For days he would walk with his little backpack on his tiny shoulders, horrified of the eerie landscape that surrounded him for miles. No sun light protruding through the thick clouds, no cool breeze on a hot summer day, just death and destruction all around.
After nearly a week of searching he found himself in a small town in east California and there he encountered first people. It was three men and a woman, all four wearing gas masks and armed with heavy backpacks on their backs. He was frightened at first by their appearance but later on it turned out they were scavenging the surrounding. They took Lokki with them to their shelter, a large underground compound built by the government where many people took refuge during the bombings. There was close to 50 people hiding in that network of rooms and long corridors and they seemed to have found some sort of equilibrium living under those harsh conditions. Lokki was “adopted” by this society and he soon learned the word responsibility. Due to the rough life that was the consequence of the war people had strict rules and chores. It was necessary to obey them if the society was to survive. In the early months Lokki had troubles adjusting as he never truly did anything. He was his own authority for the past two years only to become a follower of a foreigner’s rules. His inner trickster would soon resurface as he became agitated by their system of doing things. He would lie, cheat, steal and bribe to get his way around. He managed to live like this for a year before the elders found out what he has been doing, avoiding his chores and threatening the stability of their little community. He was punished with increased labor as a disciplinary action.
It worked for a while, however, the old habits die hard. He would resume his mind games with the society causing disruption of their common way of life. No one actually knew what was going on and for the next two years he was the grand puppeteer in his little playground. People started working for him without even realizing it, he would steal food then re-sell it to the person he stole it from for a greater price. He wreaked havoc all around especially against people that irritated him. The interesting part of his persona was the fact that he hid his true motives and thoughts to himself and hid them skillfully behind a facade of happiness and humor. He would occasionally appear nutty which was partly due to his past experience living alone for two years and partly act, over-emphasizing his handicap to his gain. By the time he was 18 he had managed to devise a network behind everything that went on in the society and he was the man from the shadows that no one even suspected. Unfortunately such games have expiration date as he soon found out. His scheming was uncovered and fearing for his life he stole as much as he could and ran away before they could catch him.

For the next 15 years he would travel the country with a goal of reaching the East Coast, often going off route for various troubles he came across. In his travels he learned new survival tricks, lived off of mugging and tricking people into gaining things and one of the most important things he came to realize was that information was the most luxurious thing in the world. From then on he would pay close attention to any conversation, detail et cetera that he could find useful in the future. Travelling the country far and wide gave him a good insight on the state of things. He met quite a number of people during his 15 years of travel and fooled most of them for whatever caught his attention. He would be rich for a few days then left barefoot the next as if karma was following him around. At some point he was even chased by marauders on vehicles and just when he thought he was done for an unusual luck struck him. He found a shoulder rocket launcher in a middle of nowhere in the mid west US. Scratching his head wondering what it’s doing there, he did not wish to question it, picked it up and shot off a single rocket into a pack of oncoming vehicles. From then on he’s been carrying the damn thing with him calling it his lucky charm, no matter its size. He had run into trouble more times than he can count, mostly as a consequence to his way of conduct rather than running into bad people. In his travels the people would call him Loco, either out of ignorance and mishearing him or because they think it's funny because to them he simply comes off as crazy. Currently he is close to New York City, driving a tricycle with a large basket full of goodies he is interested in trading. Among these things he is carrying a military knife he found in what was once a military base in Texas and a hand gun he cheated off from some guy in a bar in Kentucky in a game of poker.

Alone or with someone?: Alone
Other: He has no particular goal in life other than live it for as long as he can and to best of his possibilities. To him, information is the most valued possession.

[Serum]

James Cooper

Name: James Cooper

Age: 18, almost 19

Gender: Male

Nomadic or Sedentary: Sedentary

Weapons: A sledgehammer and a machete

Skills: Virtually none. James has never handled a firearm and has no skill in using melee weapons. He can't even build a shelter. He's pretty good at scavenging, but other than that he has survived solely on luck, which he seems to have in bounds.

Unusual Traits: None, unless superhuman luck counts. That's not a mutation though, just an innate boon. It's almost as though the universe is actively trying to keep him alive.

Personality: James is a nice man, probably one of very few left. He'd still open his door to anyone and share what little he has. Except, well, he hasn't seen anyone but his parents since he was born. Fortunately, books are almost as good as people, and he regularly scavenges those from people's houses or the library. This has left him with a high level of literacy and knowledge of many things from fantasy to science fiction. Even encyclopedias and almanacs are interesting reads when they describe a world you know nothing about.
As one might expect, James is gullible and naïve. Despite his intelligence, he is an undying optimist. His limited world and continued successes in most things he tries only add to this. The world is great because that's all he's ever known it to be. Maybe a little lonely, sure, but there are books for that.

Appearance: Almost 6 feet tall and fairly gangly. Most of his clothing is well-worn but not particularly ragged. The world is his closet, but he'd still prefer to wear the same sweatshirt every day. It's comfortable and familiar, what more could you want?
Has a shock of wavy brown hair that curls erratically at the ends. He has tried desperately to tame it, and, despite the uneven cut in the back, it still has noticeable form to it. There is just enough to cover his ears, and a cluster of curls hangs above his right eye.
His face is mostly clean and gives the appearance of a fool. His ready grin and large, soulful brown eyes lend an air of easiness, relaxation, and naïveté. Still, his eyes hold a spark of vitality that so many others have lost.
Finally, his build is exceptionally thin, though not for lack of food. He may not be getting the three square meals recommended from a time before the bombs fell, but his scavenging has made sure that he rarely has to go hungry. New York City is a big place, after all.

Background: James's mother was pregnant when the bombs hit, but was safely protected in an underground bunker. The first thing James can remember, though, is the New York City apartment where he has lived his whole life. The rest of the building, like everywhere else is empty, abandoned. Many still had some sparse resources, but those were all depleted long ago in scavenging runs.
James's parents brought him up almost exactly as they would have if the apocalypse hadn't happened. They taught him morals, how to read, how to write, etiquette, housekeeping, and his most useful skill: scavenging. His father, once a smoker, died when James was 14, of lung cancer. His mother wasted away in the following years, perhaps of some unidentifiable disease or perhaps simply of the mingling of loss of hope and a broken heart. Whatever the case, James has been on his own since he was about 16, never having seen anyone but them his whole life.
He keeps his apartment just as it always was: nicely decorated and clean. He dusts semi-regularly, washes his sheets when he can, and sweeps the floor whenever he thinks it necessary. It still becomes somewhat grungy, but it's probably the best-kept apartment in all of New York City. Additionally, he has a tomato plant which he keeps for food and a very general calendar. He remembers his birthday being about at the same time the tomatoes become ripe.
A few piles of books litter his floor and there is no electricity so it is lit by a combination of candles and ambient light. All doors and windows are closed and locked at night, with the blinds shut. James can't quite remember why he does this, but his parents made sure to do it every night, so it must be important.
His pantries are always stocked with a few boxes of cereal and some canned food, found while scavenging. They aren't much, and he makes sure they last, but it's better than most. Unfortunately, he is having to go further and further to find anything while scavenging.

Alone or Accompanied: Alone

Other: The two weapons he has are used for breaking into apartments which may be locked or otherwise inaccessible. He has no idea how to use them in combat.

[Stormlight3]

Name: Zin Jakur

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Nomadic or sedentary: Sedentary Nomad. Moves when necessary.

Weapons (Don't go crazy): M24 Sniper Rifle, Two razor-sharp daggers with black leather grips and black blades.

Skills: Having been using them for some time, Zin is very proficient with his weapons. In addition, he can move with a high degree of stealth. When he chooses, his footfalls are silent and his motions difficult to notice. His fingers are deft from a lifetime of thieving and he's an expert pickpocket. He can pick most locks with a bobby pin and a needle.

Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: Zin can blend in with his surroundings when moving under the cover of shadow. Even if one were to look directly at him they wouldn't notice unless they shined a light directly onto him.

Appearance:

Brief Personality: Quick-witted and brash, Zin has a sharp retort for just about everything. He's prone to sneaking up on people but hates it when people sneak up on him. He's rather jumpy and nervous, from a lifetime of never being safe from more than a night. He's mistrustful of everyone, and never seems to be able to put down his guard.

Background: Currently in the ruins of New York City.

Zin's parents died from the missiles. His older brother took care of him and they joined up with a thieving gang who made use of his older brother's sneaking skills. When a mission went wrong, Zin's brother used to take his anger out on him. Zin got used to being beat as a child. In fact, many members of the crew started taking their anger out on Zin. Even the ones he liked, that he thought he could trust, betrayed him by beating him. He suffered through it all, telling himself that with every hit he would only grow stronger.

Eventually, a job went wrong and Zin's brother died in it. That night, Zin got the worst beating of his life from the crewleader. The next morning, Zin ran away. He ran for what felt like forever before he stumbled upon an elderly couple. They fed him, clothed him and then used him to break into a food supply. They promised him 1/3 of the food, but then ran away with all of it. They too betrayed him. He vowed to never trust anyone again.

Zin lived on the streets by himself for the next several years. He stole clothes, food, water, weapons, pretty much everything he could to keep himself alive. His only goal was survival and his only skills were stealing. Eventually, Zin ran into another thieving crew. It had been so long since he was betrayed by the elderly couple, he decided to trust someone again. The new crew used him, betrayed him, and left him alone again.

For the last two years, Zin has been traveling alone. Resolved to never trust anyone. He acquired his weapons by scavenging and stealing.

Alone or with someone?: Alone

Other:

[Horrid]

Donatello

Name: Donatello 'Donnie' De Rege
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Nomadic or sedentary: Nomadic.
Weapons:

• An MK14, fitted with a foregrip.
• A Beretta M9.
• A survival knife.

Skills:

• He is an alright shot. Accurate, but not exactly precise.
• Pretty observant for a jumpy dude.
• He can pick a lock pretty well.
• He can climb with the best of them.
• He's a sneaky little shit.

Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?:
Donnie has mutated to possess chloroplasts within his body, allowing him to conduct photosynthesis when in the presence of water and carbon dioxide. As a result his skin is permeable, and he can absorb water and oxygen through it. His veins are greenish instead of blueish and his blood is amberish, sort of like sap.

Appearance:
Donnie is a shorter man, standing at around 5'2"-5'3", and he weighs about as much as a thrown stone. A thin, gaunt thing at first glance, but a life of surviving alone have turned him from placid little boy into a wiry, almost chimp-like young man. His head is squarish, his jaw is chiseled and his chin is cleft. His eyes seem a tad too small and his nose curves out like the beak of a vulture. His hair is black, greasy and hangs down in long, clumped strips like wet meat from his scalp. His skin is a sickly pale, with a slight tinge of green to it, enough to make him look constantly ill. He favors wearing sun-bleached torn jeans, a tight-fitting extra-extra-small t-shirt (it might be from a children's clothing store), a pair of welding goggles and a pair of scuffed cowboy boots. He's not the most fashionable man.

Brief Personality:
By every definition, a fantastic coward. Donnie has no problem with potentially avoiding any trouble he comes across, no matter the extra effort expended in doing so. Some would tell you that he has no shame, as groveling and begging are not beneath him by any means. Otherwise a reclusive individual, his family taught him to never trust anyone but the family. And when you come from a big family, you've got a lot to trust, but without that family there for him, he's suspicious of everyone and everything that he comes across. A coward and a snake.

Background:
Donnie was part of a big family, once upon a time. Mother, father, brothers, sisters. Cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents. Plenty of all of them. The family was big enough to be considered THE Family, at least at one point. Life was good, from what he's been told. A big estate, lots of privilege and a great group of friends to boot. If you asked him, he might even tell you about the time he helped the Franzetti brothers cover his sisters in punch during the big family reunion. When the bombs fell, the family grew smaller. They held ceremonies, fights broke out as calls to action came from all over and the Family divided even more. Slowly, Donnie's life fell apart and he grew into a man, trusting no one but his mother and father, and learning in his own time that to play the second banana and stay out of the limelight wasn't nearly as bad as people say it is.

He doesn't talk about his parents passing much, but he'll tell you that ever since his uncle took over the Family's business, its all gone to shit. That is why he left, you know. Left for the Big Apple, for New York, to see if he could make something of himself. A name, a home. Maybe even a new family.

Alone or with someone?:
Alone.

Other:
Despite his parentage, he's actually terrible at speaking his mother tongue, Italian.

Atlas

Name: Atlas
Age: 4
Gender: Male
Nomadic or sedentary: Nomadic.
Weapons: Teeth. Claws. Standard dog stuff.
Skills:

• Helluva nose.
• Great hearing.
• Quick like a... really quick dog.
• Quick to learn.

Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?:
Atlas is smarter than your average pooch. Smarter than most pooches for that matter. Atlas is smart enough to bark along to 'Sweet Home Alabama', get you a beer and fetch the newspaper, all in time to lay down at your feet and watch the bandits try to traverse the minefield and death traps you set up earlier. He possesses a bulge in his throat, like an adam's apple, that allows him to make some rather outlandish noises.

Appearance:
Atlas is a Doberman Pinscher like any other really. He stands at around 2'4" at the shoulder. He wears a green leather collar bearing a nametag that says 'Atlas' on it.


Brief Personality:
Atlas is a cautious dog. He's not exactly one to run to the nearest human contact he can find in hopes of receiving love and gratification. He's a cluey pup, and he knows that people are prone to violence. He will stick to the shadows as he feels necessary, scavenging and taking as he can to survive. He does not get along well with other dogs. He does not know why.

Background:
Atlas was once a pack dog. He was born into, and came from a pack of dogs that has been roaming the wastes for generations, fending for itself and picking at the bones of the world left behind by the creatures that once cared for them and accompanied them. He grew up with the firm belief that he was a dog just like all of his siblings and cousins, a simple canine trying to eek out a living in this new world that had been lumped to all who still fought to survive. While he was not a dog that was well liked by other dogs, he enjoyed what time he spent with his kind. Over the course of his short life, he had been free, and he had been captured, made to fight for entertainment and sport. When he and his siblings demonstrated abilities uncharacteristic of their species, they were culled, so as to not pollute the blood of the sporting dogs. All except for Atlas himself, the smartest of the lot, who had heard the cries of the others and played possum, escaping into the night shortly after. Now he wanders the wastes of New York alone, eating and marking and hunting. And learning.

Alone or with someone?:
Alone.

[Potter]

Perenelle Jean Pierce

My Hider

Name: Perenelle Jean Pierce
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Nomadic or sedentary: Nomadic
Weapons: Bow and arrow, throwing knives, and she will use her hands and feet as well.
Skills: Sharp with the bow and arrow; climbing, speed, and agility. She has muscle, but no is nowhere being massively strong. She can pick locks and pickpocket. Her looks can be used as a distraction, too.
Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: ??
Brief Personality Confrontation never suited suit Perrie. People tend to underestimate her and find her reserved nature a weakness. She will use anything and everything to her advantage and will cut someone off if necessary. This isn't to say she wouldn't stick by someone's side, though, if she did indeed like the individual. With a sense of undeniable pride, Perrie seems to make herself mightier than others. This is left to the viewer's discretion; she's a closed book whose pages are torn and tattered. Like a chameleon, she adapts to whatever situation she may be in, or blends into it as well. 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 "Little Red" since she wears a mask that covers her face. The only thing outsiders see is her mane of red hair spilling out. They reside in New York.
Alone or with someone?: With a group of bandits.
Other: She likes chocolate. Also might go by the initials "P.J"

Drake Taylor

My Hider

Name: Drake Taylor
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Nomadic or sedentary: Sedentary
Weapons (Don't go crazy): A sword and a handgun.
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, first aid, and is certified. He is also organized and thinking ahead rather than in the present.
Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: No
Brief Personality Observing, rather than acting, does not suit Drake. He is a man of action and a man with a plan more than not. 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 The middle class family he came from worked harder than anyone Drake ever knew to survive. He had what he wanted, though it was always tight. New York native, Drake has become familiar with its' system, groups and false laws and social construction. He worked to support his family by doing odd jobs throughout the city. Nonetheless, it soon became not enough. His parents packed up and left to go search for a better life. Drake was traveling with them one day when he was separated due to a street fight. Since then he's been on his own and has not seen them since. This was a year ago. Still, Drake searches high and low for them and hasn't given up hope.
Alone or with someone?:Alone

[Penguin]

New Villain Character

Name: Hunter Lockwood

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Nomadic or sedentary: Nomadic

Weapons: wields two swords, carries a glock 17

Skills: Persuasive and manipulative, Hunter knows how to play with minds and get people to do what he wants. He's very skilled with swords. However, when it comes to guns, he can work one but he's no pro. He is very adept when it comes to strength but not so much speed. He is a very good liar as well and he is also always ahead of people when it comes to planning or thinking. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat, he is pretty skilled in this area as well.

Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: His instincts are sharper than the average joe and he has enhanced hearing and eyesight. He can achieve night vision but not at a perfect degree. He also seems to have developed a predatory nature, often enjoying going after people. Physically his eyes resemble those of a wolf at times and his teeth seem to be a bit more sharp than a normal person's.

Brief Personality: Hunter can come off as a charming, nice person to those who are naive. He is very charismatic and will often joke around with the person he is talking to in order to put them at ease. Truly, he is a very determined person and will do anything to get what he wants. Hunter is NOT patient and has one hell of a temper that one does not want to mess with.

Background: Hunter is quite a mysterious fellow. He lived with his parents in a closed off zone down south until he was 14 years old. They neglected him a bit as he got older and he had more and more errands to run but nonetheless they were nice people. They often told Hunter what the world had been like before the war and he always dreamed of things going back to the way they were instead of hiding all the time from the monstrosity people tried to call civilization. Without much else to do in his free time, he'd learn how to defend himself from the men that would come to guard their walls from outsiders.

Things changed when his parents had another son when Hunter was 11 years old. It had been awful timing. The zone finally got raided by bandits and he and his younger brother was taken away while his parents were killed. Hunter got separated from his brother and taken into a bandit group to which he grew up to become one of the leaders. It is one of the largest groups existing and probably the most feared at the moment. He decided to call it the "Wolves" and decided to take in people who were mutating in order to create the strongest group of people there was.

However, since the group had gotten quite large, they would split up often. Going by the "White Wolf" and donning a white wolf mask, he would often lead a group of people. The rest would wear black masks. At first, it was just recruiting and stealing supplies but as Hunter got older, he became less merciful and less caring towards others. They started murdering and even leaving the heads of their victims on sticks to mark their presence and instill fear in people. However it was not him who was truly in charge. Everyone in the gang was guided by a young woman who often went by "Little Red." She called the shots and he led people on whatever crusade she wanted them to go on.

Alone or with someone?: With a bandit group