[CHAR] Like I'm Gonna Lose You [post apocalyptic]

[Benzaiten]

Jasmine Debnam-Carey

Nicknames: Jas

Age: 25 years

Sexuality: Bisexual

Family survived: Jace Tristan (son; 3 years) + Mila Joy (daughter; few months)

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Skills: Jas knows how to style hair and is pretty good at it. She has a flexible mind and can build useful things with anything she finds. She also learnt how to ride a horse. Though that's about it. She is not very good at sneaking or hiding. She doesn't know how to cook without a recipe and doesn't know anything about plants. But she is a passionate mother and would do anything to protect her children.

Personality: She is first and foremost a mother and her children come first. She is very realistic and takes things as they are. She easily accepts the things she can't change and concentrates on what she can influence. She is an honest person. Jas is very nice as long as you don't mess with her family. But when you screwed up once, you will have a hard time winning her trust back. Jasmine likes to think everyone is a nice and honest person until she gets convinced about the opposite. That makes her a little naive. She likes to fool around and have fun with her kids. Jasmine likes to sing to her children.

When it all went down...
Jasmine was in the kitchen baking apple pie when the bombs hit down near her town. It all went pretty fast. She knew war was on, but she didn't think they'd attack her little town.
Tristan, her boyfriend and father of her children, had come run into the kitchen dragging her out of the room. He grabbed his son and held him tight as the boy cried out from the loud sound of the go find shelter alarm.
Jas took her baby daughter in her arms wrapping her in a blanket and shielding her from the sound as best as possible. They ran out of the house and went towards the shelters.
Houses exploded leaving the citizens screaming in fear. Children were crying and elders were being dragged by their families.

Tristan was the first one to realise the enemies were heading for the shelters, attacking them while people tried to get in there. It was chaos. He pulled his girlfriend back as the whole shelter got bombed, luckily they were far enough away to not get hurt. They ran away from the city and made it out of it. Shooting was heard behind them as they both held onto their children for dear life.

Tristan didn't make it. He shielded his girlfriend from a man pointing their rifle at her and he got shot in the back.
He told her to run with the children and she did just that. She didn't wanna leave him but her children came first and she wouldn't endanger them. Her adrenaline was rushing through her veins and causing her to run to no end.

Jasmine doesn't know how she survived this whole mess. But she did. She found herself sitting under a single tree singing a song to her crying son and her little innocent baby daughter as they sat in the pouring rain three days after the bombs had stopped dropping.

And the mother sang...

[Flightless_Soul]

"Please...help me..."

Candace Marie Prescott

(Nickname: Candy)

-Age-
17

-Gender-
Female

-Sexuality-
Unsure (seems to like girls alot)

-Skills-
-Horseback riding
-Some marksmanship
-Knows a good amount of first aid
-Used to go on hunting and fishing trips with her dad

-Inventory-
-1 Smith & Wesson .44 Magnum Revolver
-1 Bowie Knife
-1 Canteen of water
-12 rounds .44 Magnum
-2 cans of baked beans
-1 roll of gauze bandage

-Personality-
Candy's a charming southern girl with a big heart, and she's not afraid to get her hands dirty, though she is greatly traumatized by all that has occurred to her since the epidemic struck her hometown. She can be stubborn as a mule sometimes, and often times she goes with her gut feeling rather than what someone tells her to do. She is friendly with everyone she meets, but due to certain circumstances, it's hard for her to trust others. Candy's great at holding her own, but sometimes she can become scared and confused, often to the point of panicking.

-Bio-
Before the bomb's fell, life was simple for Candace. Born into a family of ranchers, she lived most her life on a fifty acre horse ranch just a few miles outside Whitesboro, Texas, where she grew up loving to ride horses, going fishing and camping at the lake, and going hunting with her dad. She had a close knit group of friends at her school, made straight A's in most of her classes, and was just weeks away from getting her driver's license.....then it happened. News began to spread rampantly of the attacks, the most destructive hitting the East Coast. At first, Candace and her folks ignored it, thinking it was just a terrorist attack and that it wasn't going to hit Whitesboro any time soon, but as the days dragged on, Candy's optimism began to fade. She would see jets and helicopters and other military vehicles storming through her quiet little town and even past the ranch. Soldiers with guns were stationed at her school and scanning all of the students, some Candace never saw again. It was a nightmare becoming all too real for her, but she was sure the war wouldn't hit anywhere near her home, not when she lived virtually miles away from anyone....but she was wrong. One night, when Candace could barely sleep because of the helicopters thundering over her house, she heard her mother scream. Quickly, Candace darted from her bed and to her parents' bedroom, only to discover the horrible truth.

Her father had been gunned down in cold blood by soldiers in all black military gear, the very same dragging her mother out of the house kicking and screaming. The soldiers soon took after her and chased her all through the house, finally cornering her in the living room. By the way they spoke, she quickly figured out they were Chinese. The troops had her pinned to the floor and were about to violate her, until she was rescued by Jonah, their next door neighbor. Jonah helped Candace escape out the back door of the house, and across the ranch they made their way, pursued by more soldiers. Once they made it to the highway, Candace quickly turned around hearing gunshots. Much to her horror....Jonah had been shot.

"G..go..." He uttered weakly, handing his revolver to Candace, still wet with his very blood. "Run!"

And that's what she did.... sobbing uncontrollably, she ran...and kept running.

Since that horrific night, Candace has traveled far from her home, seeking other survivors or at least a place to rest safely. She took with her a small rucksack full of some essential survival items, such as a first aid kit and rations and ammo for her revolver, but what she had taken...doesn't add up to all she has lost. Her family was gone, her friends...likely dead. She had no home anymore, and with all the horror, all the grisliness, the disturbing and tragic things she has witnessed over these past few days...she had lost....her innocence...

Cold, tired, weak and hungry...she finally collapsed in front of an old gas station out in the middle of nowhere, after such a long and harrowing journey. It was here tonight she decided to rest. Maybe tomorrow she would find someone....or...maybe she would die...

-Other-
Theme: Hymn for the Missing

[Shoe Thief]

Hunter Monroe

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Skills:
-Long guns
-Minor hand to hand combat
-A bunch of small random skills (ie. Fun fact skills)
-Basic Hunting skills

Gear:
-A .38 bolt action rifle.
-A twelve gauge shotgun.
-Duffle bag
-Matches
-Pocket knife
-Rope
-Loose ammo

Bio:
Hunter grew up going from school to school as his parents looked for a good place int he economy. Most the time only to move again. After years of this he eventually moved out on his own, forcing him to work most of his waking hours, and still land up back at his parents. After this happened a second time he eventually joined the national guard. Despite being no where near the top of his unit, he was good with that. Getting paid, a place to sleep, and getting food.

A few years after joining the national guard he eventually had his own place and a town to call home. But once the bombs fell he had to choices, join up with his unit, or run like hell and save himself. After riding his truck out of town to get out of the blast zones he eventually was forced to go it on foot, the truck running out of fuel. Armed with what he was able to raid from his own place, and from near by places he attempted to live off the land. All of that more or less failing as his training didn't really prepare him for surviving a nuclear wasteland. So he walks and looking for supplies that may have been left behind, and failing to find anything edible.

[MissCapnCrunch]

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::Name::

Virginia Mae Henning

::Age::

18

::Gender::

Female

::Sexuality::

Heterosexual

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::Skills::

- Was a girl scout when she was younger
- Clever and quick witted in the way she speaks
- Ran cross country in track in high school so she has good endurance

::Inventory::

- Has a yellow backpack on her back
- Contains: a couple pairs of clothes, a water bottle and a pocket knife.

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::Personality::

Ambitious. Stubborn. Charming. Helpful. Judgmental.

::Background Story::

Before the war Virginia had 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 a single mom in a small apartment in Montana, and they never had too many troubles or worries. Virginia's mom was at work when the war really had it's biggest blow that took out most of the population. She hasn't found her mother, but has very high hopes to find her. Right now, she is just trying to survive every day and hopes to find that there are other survivors as well.

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[XxLyraxX]

{Redacted}

[jeroukoo]

Jason

Name:
Jason Michael Lee
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Skills:
-Fun fact: If you wrestle you run a lot.
Cutting for one's weight class made Jason a very avid runner. He can run for long periods of time, up to 5 about miles a day.
-I can pin things. After that... Uh, not sure.
Jason's experience in wrestling makes a formidable fighter, however he only knows how to get someone on the ground. After that, his punching is just about as effective as anyone else's.
-Yes I know, I'm 18 and still like Pokemon. Sue me, who cares? It's the end of the world anyway/
Jason knows an extensive amount Pokemon trivia, all that's virtually useless in this particular apocalypse situation.
Inventory:
She played softball. She was alright at it...
-Girlfriend's Composite Softball Bat
-A backpack that contains
-What? They tasted good and they were good for cutting.
A variety of granola and nutri-grain bars, a food he would eat all the time for wrestling
-It smells terrible, but it tastes awesome!
Beef jerky, his favorite food
-I was the nerd out of the two of us. I made her one too, and she bought us these for our anniversary. Heh, she was great...
A charm necklace from his ex girlfriend. It's worn down, but on close inspection it's original form can still be made out.
Personality:
Jason was what his dad called a goofball. He liked to do joke around and have a good time. He liked to live life in the moment and enjoy himself whenever he could. However, this did not mean he couldn't be serious at times. Whenever put to a task, Jason dedicates himself almost entirely to that task. He would especially do so whenever he wrestled. When it came to helping people, Jason wouldn't go out of his way to help people, but would do so if someone asked or if he crossed paths with someone.

However, being separated from his girlfriend and assuming she was dead, Jason is a recluse in this world. He travels alone, and avoids most contact with others. He has no idea where his family is or where they went to, as he has already traveled to his old house decimated by the bombing. Trying to find purpose again, he wanders aimlessly, trying to find a place to settle down and survive.

Background Story: Jason was born into wrestling with his father being a wrestling coach. He started when he was five, and wrestled all the way to his high school senior year. He won the state title in his 182 weight class that year. He planned to attend to a college under a wrestling scholarship before everything went down.

Jason was with his girlfriend, planning to go hiking before the war started.

"You're taking a century and a half, Alex!" Jason moaned as he laid on her bed, backpack beside him. "You take forever to get ready. It's just hiking."

"Well if you didn't come half an hour earlier than you said you would, you wouldn't have to wait!" Alex said, half yelling at him. "This is your fault."

"I just wanted to see you earlier cause I lovvve you." Jason said, getting up from the bed and hugging her from behind her. "I couldn't wait another minute to see you."

"You're an asshole you know that, right?" Alex said, kissing him on the chin. "I'm almost done with my make up, just give me a few. Watch youtube or something."

"Nah." Jason looked around her room, and his eyes fell to her softball bat. "Hey, let's take this! In case we get robbed, I could give 'em a good swing." Jason swung the bat, hitting her bed.

"You're such a dork," Alex said, getting up and grabbing her backpack. "You got snacks, right?"

"Yup," Jason said, pulling some bars from his backpack. "I got bars for days."

"Why? In case we get lost in the mountains?"

"My direction skills are impeccable."

"Didn't we end up getting lost for an hour in the trails last time because of your 'skills'?"

"IMPECCABLE!"

Alex smiled and kissed Jason. "You're so cute, you know that?"

Jason kissed back. "Thanks."

Alex paused and coughed. "Excuse me?"

"You're cute too!" Jason said, picking her up and heading towards to door. "Let's get out of here."
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"Just don't let go, I know there is a shelter somewhere nearby, ok?" Jason pushed and shoved people out of his way to try and reach the fallout shelter that was in the bank.

"Babe, I'm scared." Alex voice trembled. "Are you sure there is something over here?"

Jason kept shoving and pushing through the sea of people. "I'm sure of it. The bank had a fallout shelter emblem on it years ago, they just removed it. It was built during World War 2."

They had finally arrived at the corner where the building was, and surprisingly, no one was trying to get inside of it. He sighed with relief as he went to open the door. Unfortunately, it was locked.

"Babe..." Alex said, worry prevalent in her voice.

"It's going to be ok, I have a plan." Jason said, pulling out the baseball bat from his backpack. "Stand back, the shards might get ya."

Alex stepped back, towards the rushing crowd of people. Jason smashed through the glass of the bank, which sounds the alarm of the building.

"How was my form on that babe?" Jason said, smiling. He turned around, but Alex was no where to be found. He started to panic and looked for her face in the crowd. Nowhere. He screamed for her name, but there was no call back. He went to brave the crowd, but then he heard the whistling in the sky. He knew what that meant. But he needed Alex in this apocalypse. But he also needed to live. He paused for what felt like a century, contemplating what to do.

He went inside.