Appearance:
"The brave ones die first." Andrew Lee
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Occupation: Currently, a vagabond
Skills Very perspective and has a excellent memory, almost photographic. Physically healthy and capable of carrying a heavy load for long distances at a modest pace. Also used to be a vagabond and is no stranger to the harsh realities of going days without food or shelter. Also knows the area around the state very well, even after the end. Has very good handwriting too, and can write very fast, about 175 words a minute. He's a excellent bike rider.
Flaws Never had the stomach for nor any experience in fighting. Has an addiction to soda which hasn't affected his health too badly due the the sparsity of his ability to obtain them. Unbeknownst to him, he's also diabetic.
Firearm proficiency: 2: He's used a gun before, but that was back when he shot at targets with his uncles. And he was never really a good shot anyways.
Weapons: Carries various lengths of rope which he can manipulate to be used as a whip, flail, or even lasso. Also carries a crowbar for breaching doors and bashing heads. Can be tied to the rope to serve as a sort of impromptu grappling hood. Lastly, a sturdy MTech Knife for all his knife needs.
Equipment: Andrew has a few notebooks containing various notes and scribbles. Most people wouldn't be able to make sense of them, but for Andrew they contain knowledge and information that could be highly useful for surviving after the end, as well as being used to jot down any new information he comes across.
Andrew also carries two rolls of duct tape. He does his best to keep "Fresh" rolls, as in they haven't be used yet, but he'll take whatever he can get. He'll also whittle a long staff out of wood or make use of a broom stick or whatever wherever he goes, both to use as a weapon and generally just to poke things from a safe distance. He has a makeshift first-aid kit with gauze, disinfectant, tourniquets, tweezers, sygrines, and scissors. He's no doctors but he did read a manual on first aid.
Andrew has a some food in the form of mushrooms. Most of them are safe to eat, though he'll admit he picked a few that he's never tried before. Most of them he scrapped off trees. He has a half-gallon container for water as well.
Lastly, Andrew's most prized possession: His bike. Capable of folding to be more compact, Andrew can cover most distance then others thanks to this contraption. He knows how to take good care of his bike and keeps tools to maintain it.
Apparel:Andrew only has the clothes on his back (In the image), as well as spare underwear and socks. However he also crafted himself some improvised armor using sport equipment and scrap metal. It's somewhat protective, though admittedly he made it mostly to scare off lone scavengers. It at least also serves as a gas mask so he could go through particularly pungent areas without too much discomfort.
Personality: If there's anything that Andrew would tell you he's like, he's a coward. He isn't one to throw his life away for someone else. He could live with the guilt of having others die for him. That being said, he's an honorable man enough when his life isn't on the line. A favor for a favor, and he is capable of being generous. He takes the easy way out and it can be a bit shocking how quickly he'd make big decisions, typically without much thought or planning. He's good at living in the moment because his plans tend to be too complex to ever be pulled off perfectly.
If there's anything good about Andrew, it's that he at least tries to help. While he's a coward and frankly cheap, he'll never say no to helping someone if they have some idea of how he could help, so long as it doesn't involve sacrificing himself. He'll even fight if the chips or down or if he thinks he can last long enough for someone more capable of show up. Andrew might only look out for himself, but he likes people well enough to watch their back too.
Backstory: Before the disaster, before all the zombies, Andrew's humble beginners started as a college drop out. He was going for an AA degree as an electrician, and indeed he's always been showed with compliments that he's very studious and intelligent. His memory allowed him to memories entire text books within one reading, and he felt that was all the study he needed. But there was a flaw with his talent: He had no experience. He knew the mechanics but he lacked the application. When tested he could slew facts and directions, but when it came to putting it into practice he lacked the creativity or experience to actually use his knowledge. He never recognized his flaws, and after two semesters he was suspended for his failing grades. At the time his family was disappointed in him and refused to let him live with them. He tried to get a job, but he only managed to stay in work for about a year before word of his vagrancy got him fired. With no home, no education, and no money, Andrew became homeless. He was 22 when this happened.
Ever since than Andrew just drifted. He begged for money, taking whatever job he could to get himself food money. Most of them were basic moving jobs, and he got mugged many times. Despite his appearance, people just kept picking fights with him. He guessed it because people see him and think he's strong, so they go and mess with him, kick his ass, and feel better about themselves afterwards. The best Andrew does is run away before they get him, which he's pretty good at. He lived everywhere he could lay down at, from the cold streets to insect-infected forests. His memory at least allowed him to take in the sights and sounds of the world around him. He learned how to live on the edge. And when the undead were raised, he was more then ready to run the hell away from them.
Recently, he discovered the little town of Haven. One of the few settlements to let him in, though now he's waiting to see if they'd kick him to the curb like all the other settlements he tried to work with.
Other: Andrew has literally been everywhere around the state, and knows from memory every building, every landmark, and every path in and out of the area. One of the reasons he lasted this long against both zombies and looters was precisely because he knew how to maneuver past them, as well as where to get supplies in places no one knew about. Granted most of those supplies were from vending machines and raiding medicine cabinets, but they were intact and that's all that mattered.
Appearance: 
"Be careful with kind and gentle people. The weak are already dead." Janette "Jane" Allen
Age: 57
Gender: Female
Occupation: Used to be a physician, retired, and now runs a farm.
Skills Janette is old, without a doubt. She's not as spry as she used to be. But before she dies, she intends to impart all the knowledge she can. Janette was a pharmacist, specifically working for various pharmaceuticals to ensure that their medicines were up to standard. She oversaw the synthesizing of many types of pills, syrups, and poultices. Janette knows how they're made and what they're made from. She even knows herbal remedies, supplementing their spiritual healing with more practical physical ones. But don't think that medicine was all she knows.
Janette was born in the south country, and she is still very much a southern girl. Janette is no slouch with a rifle and knows how to handle animals, from dogs to bulls to horses. She could butcher a buck in ten minutes with a pocket knife. Her family was cheap, so that meant she had to help her family repair and make tools. Janette also has a good amount of farmer's knowledge, knowing how plants grow best and under what condition, as well as how to save them if they fail.
Flaws Janette, as we've covered, is old. She currently has breast cancer and actually retired because of it. She's expected to not live much longer past sixty years, and that's with taking medicine and regular check ups. Janette had also broken her shin in the past and while she's capable of walking, running for too long is liable to make her injure her leg again. She's also starting to become senile: While she can remember most of the details of her past life, she sometimes forgets about things that were told her her just moments ago. Lastly, Janette simply isn't as strong as she used to be. Stronger then most women her age, but that isn't much compared to much younger people. While her deceptive strength might catch some off guard, she's too old to be able to overpower anyone without the element of surprise on her side.
Firearm proficiency: 4. Don't mess with Granny.
Weapons: Janette carries her personal shovel with her. Not only can it serve as a shovel, but also an axe, a spear, and even a hammer. If she cleans it she could also use it as a pan. She also carries two knives, one small skinning knife and a much larger knife that's almost machete sized. And last but not least, she carries a sling and some smooth stones. This deceptively simple weapon is capable of piercing someone's skull, and you can bet she's quite good with it.
Equipment: Janette carries a box of matches and some dry bits of paper for whenever she needs to start a fire. She also owns a Emergency Care Kit, heavier and better supplied them what most first-aid kits would have. She owns various powders and roots which she can mix together for medicine, however more serious diseases will need proper medicine and care. Janette carries various seeds for various plants, most of them things that could withstand a cold winter. Hardy, but high maintenance.
Janette is also one of the fortunate few to still have a motor vehicle that works. While she knows gas is limited, she has a
truck which despite it's age and appearance, is quite sturdy, deceptively fast, and handles very well even under extreme situations. However it's a bit of a gas guzzler and currently while the truck itself is capable of taking punishment, it lacks any protection for it's driver or passengers.
Apparel: Janette has a large wardrobe, though she's mostly seen wearing casual jeans, baggy shirts, and sturdy boots. She does wear a shawl at times when it gets colder. She lacks any actual armor, but she does have a thick leather jacket that could withstand knife stabbings. Usually teeth don't have much better luck.
Personality: A kindly old woman, if rather bossy. She's a worry wart and doesn't want people taking risks, least of all herself. But she understands the need for sacrifice. That sometimes one has to make a gamble. And she'd be the first to put her life on the line when it's time to pay the price. Janette frankly doesn't think she'll last long, even if she could somehow get the medicine to treat her cancer. Because of it Janette is almost always the first to volunteer herself for potentially dangerous task, even though she knows she would be more useful alive and teaching others what she knows.
Don't think that Janette isn't a stone-cold killer however. While she may not like killing and will absolutely not accept preying on others just to survive (like raiding) she's not going to bat an eye at stabbing you to death if you threaten her or anyone else. She can be very merciless and she accepts no prisoners. Every fight is a fight to the death. Men, women, adult, children: If you threaten her, you forfeit your life. She'd gladly go to hell if it means those she cares about stay on Earth a bit longer.
Backstory: Janette was raised in North Carolina. Her father was, to the surprise of some, a martial artist. He ran the "Allen's School of Karate", and while they weren't the largest or flashiest, they taught practical stuff. But while her father taught karate and her mother was an accountant, her grandfather, also a master in karate, lived on a farm. Janette spent much of her childhood on her grandfather's farm learning from him when she wasn't going to school.
As a young adult, Janette wanted to be a martial artist like her father, and his father before him. But Janette suffered an accident when she was twenty years old where she shattered her shin when she did a round-house kick to an opponent's elbow. While she recovered, her leg would never feel the same and always felt like it was on the verge of breaking all over again. This nixed her career as a karate teacher, but inspired her into surgery. She went to college to study for it, but found that to be a bit more difficult then she had anticipated. Janette instead took up the job as a pharmacist instead, which she found a knack for.
After she graduated from college Janette came back home and opened up a pharmacy in North Carolina. It was family own until she was brought out by CVS, where she was promoted to oversee their product. Janette was really good at her job and made quite a bit of fortunate just making sure everyone was getting the medicine they were suppose to get. She was a stickler for details which annoyed just about everyone, but it was thanks to her attention to detail that she was able to make sure that no one ever got the wrong medicine, and that everyone got what they needed on time, in the right dosage.
Janette worked for various pharmaceutical companies for about 30 years. She married and had 3 children by the time she was 27 years old. Her husband died when she was 47 due to kidney failure. Three years later, she went for a check up and discovered she had cancer. Her children insisted on taking her in, but she refused. As adults in their own right, she didn't need to baby them anymore. She chose to retire, leaving her inheritance between her three kids. They still visit her from time to time, making sure she's alright living alone. She brought herself a bit of land to start a farm of her own. Just to go back to her roots and settle down in peace.
But peace wasn't something she was going to get. The dead began to rise... And much to her horror, not even her own family was spared. Her first zombie was her own son, the youngest of the three. One day they were attacked by a gang of men, who were actually zombies. They bite her son and she fought them off, but he succumbed to the infection later that night. She had to put him down with tears in her eyes. He was going to become a computer engineer. Disaster struck hard and fast, and soon power was down, landlines cut, and it was as though the world was back to an age before technology. Janette frankly didn't know what to do with herself. She knew she didn't have long for this world. She didn't want to become an undead monster. For a while, she debated blowing her own brains out and saving everyone the trouble. But looking at the corpse of her son, she knew she couldn't do that.
Janette was alive. And she intended to stay alive, long enough for the newer generation to survive. She was going to pass on her knowledge and make sure that her children's future lasted long enough for their children to see it, and for them to thrive despite the disaster of this world. Packing up her things in her truck, Janette left her little farm to find a community to live with. The first she found was Haven.
Other: Janette left behind her gun and some supplies back at her old house, though it's hidden away. In the event she ever returns up there she'll be able to get it and show everyone what it was like growing up hunting everything and anything that ever left the safety of the forest.
