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Strings

_{Location: Black Sunrise
Mentions: Tate@Lovely Complex}

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It was a good day. A bright, sunny day, especially by Boston’s springtime standards. Tish had opened up Black Sunrise this morning, as she did most days of the week, and she was now on lunch break. She had just finished eating at her favorite vegan restaurant downtown and was walking back to work with a bit of a surprise in her bag. Tish turned off of the main street and headed towards the block where her shop was located.

Black Sunrise looked small from the outside, it wasn’t until you stepped in that you saw it in all of its glory. The front door opened to an immediate set of stairs, going up. At the top of the steps, there was a beaded curtain tied off to the left, and a coat rack. The tattoo shop itself had a pleasant, homey atmosphere, at least in Patricia’s opinion. The comforting sound of buzzing needles greeted you at the door, and the air was painted with the smoked spicy aroma of incense, which was gently burning at the front desk. At the front desk sat a heavily pierced art school grad named Mary, who was studying as an intern for the year in addition to managing the front desk duties. At their respective tattoo stations were Jessie, who specialized in colorwork and shading, and Victoria, whose strongest talent was portraits. Both were currently working on clients.

“Afternoon, my lovelies.” Tish greeted her employees in a chipper tone. Before making her big reveal, she walked over to check out the pieces that Jessie and Victoria were working on. Jessie was inking a beautiful watercolor cherry blossom branch on a young woman’s foot, and Victoria was tattooing a little girl’s face onto a middle aged man’s shoulder blade. “Awwe, how precious. Is that your daughter?” She asked amiably, to which he replied with a positive confirmation. “She’s gorgeous, you’re in good hands with Victoria, I can’t wait for you to see it!” Tish praised the work and then looked to Victoria. “Great job, Vi, as always.”

Tish then walked back to the front desk, where she had set her purse down. As she began to rifle through the bag for the white envelope she’d had hidden away in her apartment for a few weeks, she explained: “Now, let it never be said that I am anything less than the best, most caring boss EVER!” Tish pulled out the envelope and retrieved four tickets to tomorrow night’s masquerade. “The first surprise is that tomorrow’s walk-in hours are cancelled, and the shop is closed for the Spring Festival. The second surprise is that I’ve gotten each of you tickets to SPECTRUM’s Masquerade tomorrow night. Even if you aren’t interested in finding your soulmates quite yet, it’s bound to be a banging party, so I expect to see you all there having a good time.”

After a few moments of sharing thanks and talking about what they might expect at the masquerade, including Victoria’s client’s touching story on how he met his entwined wife, Tish headed back to the back room with her own ticket. She set her bag and her spring coat down at her desk and retrieved her cellphone. Tish snapped a selfie of herself wearing a pouty face and holding her ticket to the masquerade below her chin, before writing up a text caption to send to her best friend.

To: Tate the Great
I know the club is working with SPECTRUM for this
so I assume you’re going
pls don’t make me go alone? :)

Our Evil Ways

The sun blazed hotter than the eighth circle on this late summer day. Ffiona brushed a stray strand of hair back, which consequently stuck to her sweat-slicked forehead, while the rest of her auburn locks were braided over her left shoulder. The heat might be oppressive, but it wasn’t anything that the ex-forest ranger wasn’t used to. Even before the dead walked among them, FiFi spent most of her days in the great outdoors. With her hair braided, her blue jeans rolled up to her knees, and her flannel unbuttoned and tied just below her breasts, Ffiona was doing the best she could to combat the scorching temperatures.

Liam, Ffiona’s younger brother, was far less fortunate. Although the Lewis’ all were born with the same unfortunately pale complexion, Liam’s had seen far less of the sun’s rays over the years. While his father and older sister seemed to be faring well, save for gaining a considerable amount of new freckles, Liam was roasting alive. This was his karmic payback for all of those days spent playing video games inside instead of helping with the farm chores, he was sure of it, though he’d never admit that aloud. Instead, he rode beside his sister, a cloth tied around the lower half of his face like some kind of cowboy outlaw, but really he was just trying to protect his already red cheeks and damned-near crispy fried nose from the sun. At least he had the familiar tones of Dream Theater’s “Pull Me Under” playing through his headphones to keep him company in these trying times. Images and Words was one of five albums in Liam’s ‘Survive the Fucking Apocalypse’ collection… a growing collection, housed in his scuffed camping backpack.

The patriarch and remaining parent of the Lewis family, Gareth, trotted his horse up alongside his children’s, returning from his place at the head of the pack with news. This was how the Lewis’ had been travelling with the group for a number of days now — Gary, serving as their family’s natural leader, usually stayed with Freddie Jones and the others at the front of the group while Ffiona, Liam, and the Carter’s stayed close together to keep each other safe first and foremost. Once the three horses were side-by-side, walking at an incredibly slow pace to stay in the middle of the group, Gareth spoke up. His voice was quiet, as he’d grown accustomed to speaking these past few months, lest he attract the dead’s attention. “Freddie Jones ‘n them found some water up ahead. And some signs pointin’ towards a Costco. Thoughts are to head there next.”

“Oh… that’s good, right?” Ffiona asked, looking over to her father. At this point, Liam decided he might as well take out an earbud to see what they were talking about. He passively looked over at his family, waiting for them to continue whatever conversation they were having.

“Well… we’ll have to see, I guess. My thoughts are the place has probably already been looted for the common supplies, but that don’t mean we won’t find some useful stuff.” Gareth responded with a shrug. He patted Lucy Loo’s neck encouragingly after she blew out a sigh. Horses sigh when they’re tired, but they were always tired these days, and unfortunately they had to keep on walking.

“Right. Costco’s have a bit of everything, I think it’s a good idea.” FiFi agreed with a nod, even going so far as to smile. Not even a zombie apocalypse could knock her positive outlook on life.

Liam perked up at the thought of a Costco. They might have cigarettes! Or aloe! Or both! Sweet respite was in sight, maybe this new world wasn’t as bleak as it looked. “I’m in!” The teenager chimed in, whether or not his opinion held any merit.

“How far out is it?” Fi asked curiously.

“Eh, a few miles out still, I reckon. Plans are to see what we can find there, then head towards the Twin Cities. Now, that plan… I ain’t as fond of.” Gareth voiced his opinion to his family. Heading towards any city was just flirting with danger in his opinion. This thing was a plague, and plagues have always had the most devastating impact on highly populated areas. That, and he just plain didn’t like cities, he was a country man, through and through.

“Well…” Ffiona pondered that, running her hands through Genie’s mane. “That might not be so bad, could be where mom is headed too.” She said, naively still believing that Gwyneth and her mother got separated from them by the horde, and that they were still alive and out there somewhere.

“Oh, Jesus Christ, Fi! Are you seriously that dense?” Liam retorted and rolled his eyes. While rampant positivity might work as a coping mechanism for Ffiona, it felt like battery acid in his own wounds.

Following Ffiona’s comment, Gareth had fallen silent. Mournfully silent. It wasn’t until Liam snapped that he spoke up himself. “Hey, don’t talk to your sister like that. Ya ain’t so old I can’t give ya a whoopin’ for it, ya hear?”

“No. Just, no. You’re all talk, Dad, and Fi needs to stop this. Mom is dead. Gwennie is dead. They’ve been dead for months.” Liam stated firmly, his nostrils flaring with equal parts sadness and anger. Why did he have to be the adult here? “And if it weren’t for Dad and I convincing you to leave, you’d be dead too. You would have stayed at the house waiting for them to come back until the shamblers busted down the front door. They ain’t coming back, Fi, and we’re never going to find them. Not alive, at least. And no amount of positive thinking is going to change that.”

Gareth sighed defeatedly. His son wasn’t wrong… he could have said it with more tact, but, he wasn’t wrong. In an attempt to comfort his daughter, Gary spoke with a soft voice. “Ffio— ” He was cut short by Ffiona pulling back on Genie’s reins and turning the gray horse off to the right, away from her brother and father.

“I’m going to go update the Carter’s on the group’s plans.” Her voice was hollow and stony as she took her leave.

Our Evil Ways

The Father - Gareth Lewis

^{_{#CFC11A | Danny Bonaduce}}

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Gareth Lewis
^Farmer

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Physical Characteristics

Gary is a tall, rugged man in his mid fifties with a build that reflects many years of hard, manual labor. The redhead used to wear a goatee, but his facial has grown rather scraggly in the past few months. Other than that, he is your average blue jean-wearing, red-blooded, all american man.

Life Before the Apocalypse

“What did I do, before the world went to hell in a handbasket, you mean? I managed my farm, The Lewis Family Farm, my pride and joy — aside from my family, of course. We had about 400 acres of land in northern Minnesota, grew soybeans, hay, wheat, barley, and oats. We even sold our highest grade barley to the local brewery, cashing in on that hipster market. Money was good. Had horses too, over a half dozen of our own and then some that we stabled up for our riding customers as well. We lived a good life, a simple american life, full of hard work and home cooked meals. Had my wife Eleanor, and my three kids — my eldest daughter, Ffiona Mae, my only son, Liam, and my youngest baby girl, Gwyneth. We braved out the first few months of this shitstorm together, had enough food on hand that we didn’t need to leave the farm. One day, we needed some things though, El headed out with little Gwennie while the three of us stayed back to defend the house and do the farm work — had to make sure we could keep ourselves sheltered and fed, ya know? But… they never came back. They never came back… and now it’s just me and my two eldest, one of which is swimming in denial, and the other has grown cold. These are bad times, but the only way we can get through it is to stay together.”

Strengths & Weaknesses

➕ Hunter — Gary’s been hunting primarily deer for years, he’s a good shot with a rifle in his hands.
➕ Agriculturist — The man ran his own successful farm for nearly 30 years, he knows how to till the soil and grow and harvest food crops. If it comes time for the group to settle down and maintain a stable existence, his knowledge will be valuable.
➖ Arthritis — Gareth is still strong with years worth of muscle built up, but his age and the manual labor that gained him that muscle have caught up with him. He can’t move like he used too, and he suffers in silence from his joint pain.
➖ Stubborn — He’s old and acts as if it is his way, or the highway. Gary understands that they must work together as a team to survive, but he isn’t about to take orders or stand idly by while the younger generations make decisions that he doesn’t agree with.

Personal Goals

Gareth’s immediate goals are to find more guns and ammunition. He’s a good shot, hell, he’d even take a bow and arrow at this point. The group needs anything that they can get their hands on to defend themselves against the horde.

On the long term, Gary wants the group to choose a place to settle. The nomadic lifestyle is not sustainable, they need to fortify an area and start up a farm and community to survive in. Of course, Gareth plans to have his two remaining children with him in this settlement. Keeping them safe is always a top priority goal, even if that means sacrificing himself.

Inventory

A Winchester 94 hunting rifle with a total of 14 rounds. A backpack with a canteen for water, a blanket, a tarp, a hunting knife, and some emergency rations. He also rides a palomino american quarter horse named Lucy Loo.

The Daughter - Ffiona Lewis

^{_{#C1E03E | Cintia Dicker}}

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Ffiona Lewis
^{Forest Ranger}

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Physical Characteristics

Ffiona has long, thick red hair, her mother’s blue eyes, and a healthy speckling of freckles that coats nearly every inch of her skin. Her sun-induced spots are so notable that she was often nicknamed ‘Freckles’ growing up. FiFi has a young face that one might mistake for that of a teenager, even though she is in her mid twenties. Like her father and brother, she is also on the tall side, though she has a much thinner frame than average.

Life Before the Apocalypse

“I grew up on The Lewis Family Farm. Daddy taught me how to hunt, plant seed, harvest crops, care for the horses, and help with all of the other farm tasks that there were. I even helped fix the tractor before. I loved the horses most, though, and taking care of them became my top responsibility. Mom and Dad taught me how to respect and care for nature, so when it came time to pick something to study in school, I chose ecology and environmental science. I graduated quite a few years ago, and since then I’ve worked as a forest ranger and adventure guide up in Scenic State Park, in the north. I did a lot of travelling throughout my early twenties too, seeing all kinds of places around the world and seeking out the next best adventure or thrill. That all changed when the news reports started coming in, though. I moved back home to the farm temporarily, to help my family, but… we couldn’t be there anymore. The plague got too close, and we couldn’t stay safe… so we had to leave, even though mom and Gwennie hadn’t come back from their trip to the store yet. We’re separated, but I hold out hope that we’ll find each other once again.”

Strengths & Weaknesses

➕ Survival Skills - Ffiona studied ecology and worked as a forest ranger in the local environment for years. She knows all of the skills of a boy scout and then some, including which leaves you can safely wipe your behind with, and which natural plants are edible or not.
➕ Fit - Hiking around the forests and trails of northern Minnesota on a daily basis has kept Ffiona’s body thin, dextrous, and fit. She can walk, run, and climb with ease for long periods of time.
➖ Weak - FiFi might be fit, but she lacks in the upper body strength department. When it comes to doing heavy lifting, Ffiona can pull her own weight, but she can’t pull much else beyond that.
➖ Optimistic - This may not seem like a weakness, but for others, Ffiona’s positivity might become annoying. Ffiona is so unwilling to look on the dark side of life that she hasn’t even accepted that her mother and younger sister have died, which they did, months ago. She's not just optimistic, she's naively optimistic.

Personal Goals

Ffiona’s short term goals are to increase the group's stockpile of ammunition, food, and other survival supplies. Without any regards to self preservation or risk, Ffiona is always among the first to volunteer to go out on scouting missions for supplies. Even before the undead plague, FiFi was a thrill seeker, and at least that much hasn’t changed.

On the long term, Ffiona wants to keep her horses and brother and father alive, so that they can be reunited with her mom and Gwennie someday. They can be reunited, and help build a new settlement with the group, safe and together again.

Inventory

Like her father, Ffiona also has a Winchester 94 with 14 rounds, as well as a field knife. Her backpack contains a canteen, a blanket, some emergency rations, a book on native Minnesota plants and fungi, and a small stockpile of tampons. Ffiona also has her beloved dapple grey quarter horse, Genie.

The Son - Liam Lewis

^{_{#59B717 | Cameron Monaghan}}

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Liam Lewis
^{High School Student}

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Physical Characteristics

Liam stands at a slightly above average height for a seventeen year old boy. Years of wrestling and farm work have garnered him an athletic build. He has his father’s striking red hair and muddy green eyes, and a healthy spattering of freckles, much like his older sister.

Life Before the Apocalypse

“I was an average high school kid, with the exception being that I grew up on a farm. I guess not everyone does that, and Dad says that’s good for me, ‘cause it gives me a leg up on the rest of the kids, ‘cause I “know the value of hard work.” Whatever that means... My grades were fine, my social life was okay, and I was supposed to be going to college in the fall. I got in on a wrestling scholarship, but I was going to be studying music. I wanted to be a teacher, like mom was, and dad was back before he quit to focus on the farm. I was supposed to be going to college, having the time of my life — making music, partying, finding new friends, landing a boyfriend, ya know? The extent of my worries should have been studying for exams, or having a breakup, or a really bad hangover… but instead, I’m here. Running for my life. My mom and baby sister are dead, my older sister refuses to accept that, and I’m all out of fuckin’ cigarettes. This shit blows.”

Strengths & Weaknesses

➕ Strong — Years of farm work with his dad and wrestling for the school team have helped Liam build a lot of muscle. He’s young, limber, and has a lot of energy to be doing any heavy lifting that the group needs.
➕ Hand-to-Hand Combat — Fighting a zombie barehanded sounds like a nightmare, but if anyone is skilled enough to do it without getting bit or scratched, it’s Liam. Weapons can run out of ammo, break, or be dropped, but Liam’s fists and arms will always be with him… hopefully.
➖ Rebellious — He wasn’t always such an asshole, but losing his mother to this apocalypse has only worsened his rebellious tendencies. He’s disagreeable, reckless, and he’ll act out without just cause.
➖ Bad Aim — Liam’s dad taught him how to hunt when he was young, so he knows his way around a gun, he’s just not so good at the aiming part. Because of this, he doesn’t have a rifle of his own, he has to rely on his family and others to handle the firearms and protect the group.

Personal Goals

More than anything… Liam would quite literally kill for a pack of cigarettes. Not just a pack, a whole damn carton. Food is also important, a teenage boy has a teenage boy’s appetite, after all.

His dad and a lot of the others in the group want to find a place to settle, fortify, and call home. Liam isn’t necessarily on that boat. He wants to help find a cure… well, he can’t find the cure himself, but he can help the doctors and scientists stay alive and get to a medical lab where they might be able to develop one. More than anything, Liam wants to have his life back so he can go to college and live a normal teenage life, and the only way to have that is to eradicate this plague first.

Inventory

A machete and a backpack with some emergency rations, a blanket, a plastic water bottle, an empty pack of cigarettes, a few lighters, his sister’s old CD player and some earbuds, a few of his favorite CDs, and a small stockpile of batteries to replace the ones that die in the CD player. Liam would feel empty without music, so this possession is a necessity. Liam also has his dark bay quarter horse, Mercury, by his side.

Our Evil Ways

The Father - Gareth Lewis

^{_{#CFC11A | Danny Bonaduce}}

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Gareth Lewis
^Farmer

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Physical Characteristics

Gary is a tall, rugged man in his mid fifties with a build that reflects many years of hard, manual labor. The redhead used to wear a goatee, but his facial has grown rather scraggly in the past few months. Other than that, he is your average blue jean-wearing, red-blooded, all american man.

Life Before the Apocalypse

“What did I do, before the world went to hell in a handbasket, you mean? I managed my farm, The Lewis Family Farm, my pride and joy — aside from my family, of course. We had about 400 acres of land in northern Minnesota, grew soybeans, hay, wheat, barley, and oats. We even sold our highest grade barley to the local brewery, cashing in on that hipster market. Money was good. Had horses too, over a half dozen of our own and then some that we stabled up for our riding customers as well. We lived a good life, a simple american life, full of hard work and home cooked meals. Had my wife Eleanor, and my three kids — my eldest daughter, Ffiona Mae, my only son, Liam, and my youngest baby girl, Gwyneth. We braved out the first few months of this shitstorm together, had enough food on hand that we didn’t need to leave the farm. One day, we needed some things though, El headed out with little Gwennie while the three of us stayed back to defend the house and do the farm work — had to make sure we could keep ourselves sheltered and fed, ya know? But… they never came back. They never came back… and now it’s just me and my two eldest, one of which is swimming in denial, and the other has grown cold. These are bad times, but the only way we can get through it is to stay together.”

Strengths & Weaknesses

➕ Hunter — Gary’s been hunting primarily deer for years, he’s a good shot with a rifle in his hands.
➕ Agriculturist — The man ran his own successful farm for nearly 30 years, he knows how to till the soil and grow and harvest food crops. If it comes time for the group to settle down and maintain a stable existence, his knowledge will be valuable.
➖ Arthritis — Gareth is still strong with years worth of muscle built up, but his age and the manual labor that gained him that muscle have caught up with him. He can’t move like he used too, and he suffers in silence from his joint pain.
➖ Stubborn — He’s old and acts as if it is his way, or the highway. Gary understands that they must work together as a team to survive, but he isn’t about to take orders or stand idly by while the younger generations make decisions that he doesn’t agree with.

Personal Goals

Gareth’s immediate goals are to find more guns and ammunition. He’s a good shot, hell, he’d even take a bow and arrow at this point. The group needs anything that they can get their hands on to defend themselves against the horde.

On the long term, Gary wants the group to choose a place to settle. The nomadic lifestyle is not sustainable, they need to fortify an area and start up a farm and community to survive in. Of course, Gareth plans to have his two remaining children with him in this settlement. Keeping them safe is always a top priority goal, even if that means sacrificing himself.

Inventory

A Winchester 94 hunting rifle with a total of 14 rounds. A backpack with a canteen for water, a blanket, a tarp, a hunting knife, and some emergency rations. He also rides a palomino american quarter horse named Lucy Loo.

The Daughter - Ffiona Lewis

^{_{#C1E03E | Cintia Dicker}}

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Ffiona Lewis
^{Forest Ranger}

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Physical Characteristics

Ffiona has long, thick red hair, her mother’s blue eyes, and a healthy speckling of freckles that coats nearly every inch of her skin. Her sun-induced spots are so notable that she was often nicknamed ‘Freckles’ growing up. FiFi has a young face that one might mistake for that of a teenager, even though she is in her mid twenties. Like her father and brother, she is also on the tall side, though she has a much thinner frame than average.

Life Before the Apocalypse

“I grew up on The Lewis Family Farm. Daddy taught me how to hunt, plant seed, harvest crops, care for the horses, and help with all of the other farm tasks that there were. I even helped fix the tractor before. I loved the horses most, though, and taking care of them became my top responsibility. Mom and Dad taught me how to respect and care for nature, so when it came time to pick something to study in school, I chose ecology and environmental science. I graduated quite a few years ago, and since then I’ve worked as a forest ranger and adventure guide up in Scenic State Park, in the north. I did a lot of travelling throughout my early twenties too, seeing all kinds of places around the world and seeking out the next best adventure or thrill. That all changed when the news reports started coming in, though. I moved back home to the farm temporarily, to help my family, but… we couldn’t be there anymore. The plague got too close, and we couldn’t stay safe… so we had to leave, even though mom and Gwennie hadn’t come back from their trip to the store yet. We’re separated, but I hold out hope that we’ll find each other once again.”

Strengths & Weaknesses

➕ Survival Skills - Ffiona studied ecology and worked as a forest ranger in the local environment for years. She knows all of the skills of a boy scout and then some, including which leaves you can safely wipe your behind with, and which natural plants are edible or not.
➕ Fit - Hiking around the forests and trails of northern Minnesota on a daily basis has kept Ffiona’s body thin, dextrous, and fit. She can walk, run, and climb with ease for long periods of time.
➖ Weak - FiFi might be fit, but she lacks in the upper body strength department. When it comes to doing heavy lifting, Ffiona can pull her own weight, but she can’t pull much else beyond that.
➖ Optimistic - This may not seem like a weakness, but for others, Ffiona’s positivity might become annoying. Ffiona is so unwilling to look on the dark side of life that she hasn’t even accepted that her mother and younger sister have died, which they did, months ago. She's not just optimistic, she's naively optimistic.

Personal Goals

Ffiona’s short term goals are to increase the group's stockpile of ammunition, food, and other survival supplies. Without any regards to self preservation or risk, Ffiona is always among the first to volunteer to go out on scouting missions for supplies. Even before the undead plague, FiFi was a thrill seeker, and at least that much hasn’t changed.

On the long term, Ffiona wants to keep her horses and brother and father alive, so that they can be reunited with her mom and Gwennie someday. They can be reunited, and help build a new settlement with the group, safe and together again.

Inventory

Like her father, Ffiona also has a Winchester 94 with 14 rounds, as well as a field knife. Her backpack contains a canteen, a blanket, some emergency rations, a book on native Minnesota plants and fungi, and a small stockpile of tampons. Ffiona also has her beloved dapple grey quarter horse, Genie.

The Son - Liam Lewis

^{_{#59B717 | Cameron Monaghan}}

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Liam Lewis
^{High School Student}

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Physical Characteristics

Liam stands at a slightly above average height for a seventeen year old boy. Years of wrestling and farm work have garnered him an athletic build. He has his father’s striking red hair and muddy green eyes, and a healthy spattering of freckles, much like his older sister.

Life Before the Apocalypse

“I was an average high school kid, with the exception being that I grew up on a farm. I guess not everyone does that, and Dad says that’s good for me, ‘cause it gives me a leg up on the rest of the kids, ‘cause I “know the value of hard work.” Whatever that means... My grades were fine, my social life was okay, and I was supposed to be going to college in the fall. I got in on a wrestling scholarship, but I was going to be studying music. I wanted to be a teacher, like mom was, and dad was back before he quit to focus on the farm. I was supposed to be going to college, having the time of my life — making music, partying, finding new friends, landing a boyfriend, ya know? The extent of my worries should have been studying for exams, or having a breakup, or a really bad hangover… but instead, I’m here. Running for my life. My mom and baby sister are dead, my older sister refuses to accept that, and I’m all out of fuckin’ cigarettes. This shit blows.”

Strengths & Weaknesses

➕ Strong — Years of farm work with his dad and wrestling for the school team have helped Liam build a lot of muscle. He’s young, limber, and has a lot of energy to be doing any heavy lifting that the group needs.
➕ Hand-to-Hand Combat — Fighting a zombie barehanded sounds like a nightmare, but if anyone is skilled enough to do it without getting bit or scratched, it’s Liam. Weapons can run out of ammo, break, or be dropped, but Liam’s fists and arms will always be with him… hopefully.
➖ Rebellious — He wasn’t always such an asshole, but losing his mother to this apocalypse has only worsened his rebellious tendencies. He’s disagreeable, reckless, and he’ll act out without just cause.
➖ Bad Aim — Liam’s dad taught him how to hunt when he was young, so he knows his way around a gun, he’s just not so good at the aiming part. Because of this, he doesn’t have a rifle of his own, he has to rely on his family and others to handle the firearms and protect the group.

Personal Goals

More than anything… Liam would quite literally kill for a pack of cigarettes. Not just a pack, a whole damn carton. Food is also important, a teenage boy has a teenage boy’s appetite, after all.

His dad and a lot of the others in the group want to find a place to settle, fortify, and call home. Liam isn’t necessarily on that boat. He wants to help find a cure… well, he can’t find the cure himself, but he can help the doctors and scientists stay alive and get to a medical lab where they might be able to develop one. More than anything, Liam wants to have his life back so he can go to college and live a normal teenage life, and the only way to have that is to eradicate this plague first.

Inventory

A machete and a backpack with some emergency rations, a blanket, a plastic water bottle, an empty pack of cigarettes, a few lighters, his sister’s old CD player and some earbuds, a few of his favorite CDs, and a small stockpile of batteries to replace the ones that die in the CD player. Liam would feel empty without music, so this possession is a necessity. Liam also has his dark bay quarter horse, Mercury, by his side.

Our Evil Ways [An Apocalypse RP]

Hmm, okay, maybe.

Strings

@Ejected Damn. Genessy look she about to kill me and make me like it.

CANCELLED.

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^{Starring: Michael Anthony Joseph
Setting: En Route & at BHHS, Friday}

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When you are part of a family with five children, there is never a dull moment. Michael wished that there was most of the time, but there wasn't. Thankfully, technology had a solution for such a hectic life — glorious, glorious headphones. The boy with three first names was able to drown out his siblings’ chatters and screams by listening to k-pop. His father, Jace, was behind the wheel of the Joseph’s family van, driving the five kids to school before he himself had to report to work at Blizzard’s office in LA. The hour long commute was brutal, especially now that young Theodore was part of it.

Michael was headed for Beverly Hills High, Philip and Heather to the middle school, Elena to the elementary, and lastly, Teddy was going to preschool. One hour was far too long for a four year old to be trapped in the car, and it was even longer for the poor souls trapped in the car with him. In today’s journey, Theo’s tantrum of choice ended in him throwing things. A tupperware container soared from his carseat, knocking into the back of Michael’s head, causing a shower of goldfish crackers to land in his lap. Without removing his headphones, or even looking behind him, Mike picked one of the cheesy crackers up and popped it into his mouth.

“Theodore Harvey Joseph.” Jace scolded from the driver’s seat, his blue eyes glaring into the rear-view mirror. “Remember what I said about throwing things? If you throw them, you don’t get to enjoy them anymore. No more goldfish!”

Ahh, yes, just another day in the life of big brother Michael. At least he was almost to school, where he could relax and hang out with his gamer squad and fellow anime club weebs and get some much needed peace and quiet.

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Mike thrives at school. He’s a geek, a nerd, a dweeb, whatever word you want to use to describe those who excel in academia. With the exceptions of english and P.E., Michael aces most of his classes. His favorite class of the bunch, though, is japanese, and that was just where he was headed. It was right after lunch too, the perfect time for a class, in his opinion. All fueled up and ready for the second half of the school day! As per usual, Mike showed up to class a little early.

The japanese language teacher, Mr. Brady, was sitting at his desk marking up papers. He looked up when Michael stepped in. “Ah, Michael. Glad to see you here a bit early,”

Michael set his backpack down and took his usual seat in the second row. “Hey, Mr. Brady. What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you might be interested in the the peer tutoring program.” He suggested.

“But…” Mike’s eyebrows stitched together, clearly perplexed. “... I’m just a freshman?”

“Indeed, and you are already at the top of your class. I think it would be a good opportunity for you. One of the ESL teachers reached out to me because there is a foreign exchange student in need of some tutoring. So, you would actually be helping them learn english, and in turn you may be able to pick up some advanced japanese, more than you are learning in my class. I believe it would be a good learning experience for the both of you. What do you say?”

Well, that was unexpected. Of course Michael would jump at the opportunity to help a japanese student! He hoped that he was a cool guy, maybe they could be friends and he could invite him to anime club! Or add him to the gamer squad! Or both! “Yeah, sure! That sounds great, Mr. Brady!”

“Excellent! I’ll be sure to let Ms. Ridgebury know.”

Spectral Voices

Zoey “Cherry Cola” Soda

21 ● female ● pansexual

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summary

A recent college graduate who hopes to exotically dance her way to the west coast to become a famous A-lister actress.

brief history

The Soda family moved to United States from Fuchu, Japan when Zoey was still growing inside of her mother. Haruo Soda, Zoey’s father, worked as a polymer chemist for the plastics division of Bayer — now Covestro — and was relocated to a plant in central Massachusetts. The Soda’s were more than happy to move to America and raise their first and only daughter in this country, so that she might live out her own version of The American Dream.

Zoey might have been raised in America, but she was raised Japanese. She learned her native language as well as English before entering kindergarten, and she grew up with a fondness and appreciation for Japanese culture, cuisine, and beliefs. Zoey excelled in school, as was expected by her parents, and when they allowed her to pick one extracurricular activity, she chose dance. Zoey never felt more alive than when she was on stage, with all eyes on her.

The young girl’s passion for dance started with ballet, but as she grew older, Zoey branched out into other styles. Styles that her parents didn’t always approve of, styles unbefitting for a ballet recital. As a teenager, Zoey’s body blossomed into that of a young woman, and Zoey embraced this. She rather enjoyed being watched and adored, and she decided that she wanted to make a career of it, as an actress. Hollywood needed more asian representation, especially females, so that little girls like she once was could see themselves represented in television and movies.

Zoey moved to the coast to attend college at Boston University, where she studied for a BFA in acting and a minor in dance. While attending university, Zoey met the first string in her life — a lovely fellow japanese-american student named Emily that was a couple years her senior, but nonetheless connected to her by a sage green thread. The girls bonded instantly over their shared love of bubble tea and sushi. Throughout their college years, they helped each other — Zoey teaching Emily to branch out, try new things, and grow in her social life, and Emily teaching Zoey to be more grounded, and to further get in touch with her roots.

Following her college graduation, Zoey chose to move in with her best friend, rather than move back home with her parents in central Massachusetts. Zoey immediately began job hunting, with the goal to save up enough money to eventually move to Hollywood. On this job search, Zoey met her second green string in the form of her now-employer, Tate Paxton. Tate has a certain eye for talent, and Zoey is nothing if not talented on the stage. Of course, this new stage involved far less clothing, and dancing that her parents definitely wouldn’t approve of. But they didn’t need to know about Cherry Cola, Zoey’s stage persona. Cherry Cola — a purposeful pun on her own last name — was Zoey’s own dirty little secret, and a top earning name at IMPULSE. When Zoey isn’t raking in the big bucks at the adult nightclub, she spends her days working her second job as a waitress at Oishi Sushi, alongside her bestie that is studying as an apprentice there.

Zoey is well aware of the red string tied to her pinky finger, but she pays it very little mind. The green strings matter far more to her than any red string ever could. Love is messy, and could stand in the way of her dreams to see her name in lights one day. Lights that aren’t at a strip club, that is.

strings

⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
^{Character's thoughts on this person here.}
⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓔𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓞𝓰𝓪𝔀𝓪⎯⎯⎯⎯
^{Best friend, roomie, and platonic soulmate! It’s a bit of a secret, but I hope to convince her to move out to the west coast with me, because I don’t think I could ever leave her behind.}
⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓣𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓟𝓪𝔁𝓽𝓸𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
^{The best boss a girl could ask for. He gave me a chance, and now I’m making more than most recent college grads in Boston. The best part is how safe he keeps us girls, I know Tate will always have my back if a guy tries to get too handsy.}
⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
^{My favorite customer, I sure do love their tips… among other things.}
⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
^{Character's thoughts on this person here.}

other information

dialogue colour: 72353D
Faceclaim: Anna Akana
theme song: “I Want You” — Savage Garden

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Spectral Voices

Chrysler Adrian Reyes

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| | N I C K N A M E S | |

“Chris. Holy fuck, just call me Chris, and don’t fucking ask. Okay? Don’t ask.”

| | A G E | |

17, 08/09

| | G E N D E R | |

“I’m a dude. Duh.”

| | S E X U A L I T Y | |

“Total lady killer.”

| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |

“I ain’t tied down, if that’s what you’re asking.”

| | O C C U P A T I O N | |

“Sometimes I fix up the gearheads’ rides for cash when they’re doing their street race thing. The cash is good, and the entertainment is even better.”

| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |

“Junior, a.k.a the last year of fun before I have to get serious, or moms might kick me out.”

| | R O L E | |

“Cliques are fucking gay as hell. What are you on about? I hang out with the gearheads sometimes, I dress like the punks, and I don’t really get along with most people. Whatever ‘clique’ that is… I guess that’s what I am.”

| | L O O K | |

“Leather jackets and pins are an everyday staple. The rest is just whatever I find off the the floor that smells clean and doesn’t have too many wrinkles. Lots of thrift store finds, that’s my secret to looking good while still being broke.”

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| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |

• “I can’t fucking wink. I just end up closing both eyes everytime and look like a fucking retard.”
• “I always chew on my straws. My ex hated that, which really only made me do it more.”
• “I’ve got a piercing that only some ladies have had the pleasure of seeing. And feeling.”

| | D R E A M S | |

“You talking long term, or just the present? ‘Cause presently, I’d just like to graduate next year so I’m not a total disappointment to my mother. After that, probably getting a mechanic job, I’m really only good with my hands. Mystery dad must not have been that smart, and I didn’t inherit mom’s asian brains… just her eyes.”

| | L I K E S | |

• Spearmint — mints & gum
• Red & black
• Leather smell
• Marlboro cigs
• Motorcycles
• Blondes

| | D I S L I K E S | |

• Schoolwork
• Authority
• Country music
• One percenters
• Spineless people
• Mustard

| | F E A R S | |

• “Being homeless would suck.”
• “Knocking a girl up would also suck.”
• “Being shot would probably suck the most, but it’s nearly a tie with number two.”

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| | H I S T O R Y | |

“What the fuck do you want, my life story? Ain’t that much of a life, to be honest. It all started when some dude knocked up my mom in the back of her car. If you have more than two brain cells, you could probably guess the make. Anyway, once white boy had his taste of the asian persuasion, he bailed, and ‘cause moms grew up religious, she kept me. She was 17 so, you know, that was probably a mistake. I mean look at me, holy fuck. Regardless, she pulled through, doing that single mother grind. When I was younger, she drank a lot and worked sketchy jobs… pretty sure stripping might have been one of them, but she got her act together towards her late twenties. Then she got some desk job that uses her smarts, and now she doesn’t drink as much. ‘Cept on the weekends, damn can she put ‘em away. I’m her only kid though, I must have taught her some kinda lesson by… ya know, existing. We’ve always been poor, like hella poor. Living in california on a single, degreeless parent’s budget is near fucking impossible. I used to go to the local public school, not the fancy rich bitch one, the one on the other side of town. The ‘urban’ side. I said used to… ‘cause it turns out schools don’t like it when you bring a knife in to deal with assholes. “Don’t bring that knife in again,” they said when they suspended me. Turns out they really didn’t like it when I brought in a different knife and answered “well, it’s not that knife” in response to their questioning on why I did it again. If they wanted people to follow their rules, they should have been more specific with ‘em. So… now I find myself at a school for ‘troubled youth’, so, I guess I’m a ‘troubled youth’. I suppose they ain’t wrong, huh? I actually kinda like this place better, I think they get more tax funding than my old school or something? ‘Cause we have an auto body shop, and like other trade school stuff. I caught me a few of the honeys studying cosmetology a few halls over, so it ain’t half bad here at all. Plus, I get to work with my hands in the shop, and picked up mechanic skills this past year and a half. This works way more for me than regular school ever did. Anyway, catch you on the streets, my dudes.”

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| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |

• “Going to street races. Sometimes being in them. Sometimes fixing up the shit that gets wrecked.”
• “Parties, I love a good party.”
• “The things LAPD would call ‘illicit activities’, you know… drugs, underage drinking, vandalism. They mostly hate that last one, but I like tagging shit. Banksy style, ya dig? I got political statements to make, and I ain’t allowed to vote yet.”

| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |

| B E S T |
“Few years ago, I woulda laughed at this, but it turns out I’m pretty good at mechanical stuff. I ace most of my shop classes.”

| W O R S T |
“Most of the traditional book-learnins, especially math.”

| | E X T R A N O T E S | |

Faceclaim: Bryce Cass
Color: 5C6F8E

Chrysler Adrian Reyes {Drive AU}

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| | N I C K N A M E S | |

“Chris. Holy fuck, just call me Chris, and don’t fucking ask. Okay? Don’t ask.”

| | A G E | |

Almost 18

| | G E N D E R | |

“I’m a dude. Duh.”

| | S E X U A L I T Y | |

“Total lady killer. But, you know, a taken one.”

| | O C C U P A T I O N | |

“Sometimes I fix up the gearheads’ rides for cash. The money's good, and the entertainment is even better. I'm currently training to get certified as a legit mechanic though, shit's about to get real after graduation.”

| | R E P U T A T I O N | |

“I ain't as much of a bad guy as I look, but the looks is what people tend to judge on I guess. Sure, I grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Sure, I pick fights I prolly shouldn't be picking. Sure, I break some laws every now and then. But that all don't really matter, what matters is my heart. Ask AJ or my girl or my momma, they'll vouch for me. I'm just an angel in a studded leather jacket.”

| | R O L E | |

“AJ is my brotha from anotha motha, so I guess that makes me a gearhead. I dress like a punk though, and I think labels are pretty gay.”

| | L O O K | |

“Leather jackets and pins are an everyday staple. The rest is just whatever I find off the the floor that smells clean and doesn’t have too many wrinkles. Lots of thrift store finds, that’s my secret to looking good while still being broke.”

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| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |

• “I can’t fucking wink. I just end up closing both eyes everytime and look like a fucking retard.”
• “I always chew on my straws. My ex hated that, which really only made me do it more.”
• “I’ve got a piercing that only some ladies have had the pleasure of seeing. And feeling.”

| | D R E A M S | |

“You talking long term, or just the present? ‘Cause presently, I’d just like to get a job so I’m not a total disappointment to my mother. Hopefully a mechanic job, I’m really only good with my hands. Mystery dad must not have been that smart, and I didn’t inherit mom’s asian brains… just her eyes.”

| | L I K E S | |

• Spearmint — mints & gum
• Red & black
• Leather smell
• Marlboro cigs
• Motorcycles
• Girls with long hair

| | D I S L I K E S | |

• Schoolwork
• Authority
• Country music
• One percenters
• Spineless people
• Mustard

| | F E A R S | |

• “Being homeless would suck.”
• “Knocking a girl up would also suck.”
• “Being shot would probably suck the most, but it’s nearly a tie with number two.”

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| | H I S T O R Y | |

“What the fuck do you want, my life story? Ain’t that much of a life, to be honest. It all started when some dude knocked up my mom in the back of her car. If you have more than two brain cells, you could probably guess the make of it. Anyway, once white boy had his taste of the asian persuasion, he bailed, and ‘cause moms grew up religious, she kept me. She was 17 so, you know, that was probably a mistake. I mean look at me, holy fuck. Regardless, she pulled through, doing that single mother grind. When I was younger, she drank a lot and worked sketchy jobs… pretty sure stripping might have been one of them, but she got her act together towards her late twenties. Then she got some desk job that uses her smarts, and now she doesn’t drink as much. ‘Cept on the weekends, damn can she put ‘em away. I’m her only kid though, I must have taught her some kinda lesson by… ya know, existing. We’ve always been poor, like hella poor. Living in California on a single, degreeless parent’s budget is damn near fucking impossible. I used to go to the local public school, not the fancy rich bitch one, the one on the other side of town. The ‘urban’ side. I said used to… ‘cause it turns out schools don’t like it when you bring a knife in to deal with assholes. “Don’t bring that knife in again,” they said when they suspended me. Turns out they really didn’t like it when I brought in a different knife and answered “well, it’s not that knife” in response to their questioning on why I did it again. If they wanted people to follow their rules, they should have been more specific with ‘em. So… now I find myself at a school for ‘troubled youth’, so, I guess I’m a ‘troubled youth’. I suppose they ain’t wrong, huh? I actually kinda like this place better, I think they get more tax funding than my old school or something? ‘Cause we have an auto body shop, and like other trade school stuff. I caught me a few of the honeys studying cosmetology a few halls over before I settled down as a taken man, so it ain’t half bad here at all. Plus, I get to work with my hands in the shop, and picked up mechanic skills these past two years. This works way more for me than regular school ever did. Anyway, catch you on the streets, my dudes.”

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| | H O B B I E S | |

• “Going to street races. Sometimes being in them. Sometimes fixing up the shit that gets wrecked.”
• “Parties, I love a good party.”
• “The things LAPD would call ‘illicit activities’, you know… drugs, underage drinking, vandalism. They mostly hate that last one, but I like tagging shit. Banksy style, ya dig? I got political statements to make, and I ain’t allowed to vote yet.”

| | E X T R A N O T E S | |

Faceclaim: Bryce Cass
Color: 5C6F8E
Ride: KTM Super Duke
Favorite Food: Mint chocolate chip ice cream

Strings

Patricia "Tish" Webber

25 ● female ● lesbian

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summary

A spunky, energetic woman with a deep love for art, entertainment, animals, and people.

brief history

Tish was born and raised in Boston, Massachusetts. She grew up in the same school district where she met her life-long best friend, Tate. The pair became fast friends and even wound up having a middle-school crush on the same girl. Tate didn’t know that at the time, though. Tish was closeted until she was fourteen and Tate was one of the first people that she came out to. This was also the age when she decided to stop giving a shit about what people thought about her: she started wearing whatever she wanted, picked up some bad habits, dyed her hair black, and openly dated girls.

Patricia’s father, Frank Webber, was and is a hot-blooded American and her mother, Regina, was an immigrant from Brighton. Her grandparents still live in the UK, Tish has only met them a few times, back when she was very young. Frank is a business professor at Boston University, and he raised Tish as a loving single father when breast cancer took his wife. Tish has some distant family in other states, and countries, but she is only really close to her dad.

Tish was eight years old when her mom died, which she took hard at the time, but this was just a passing cloud over the vibrant sun that has been burning within Tish since birth. Her father was her rock back then and still is, so Tish can continue to let her light shine. Frank supported her decision to go to art school, even when he wasn’t confident that one could make a living off of a hobby. Once she has graduated and really showed her ambition to excel, Frank helped her start her own business. Tish is happily upper middle class, it’s the only thing she’s ever known. She lives in a small downtown apartment a few blocks away from her shop, Black Sunrise.

Black Sunrise is a cozy little tattoo shop owned and operated by Tish, with three artists, herself included. Tish opened Black Sunrise three years ago, shortly after finishing her year long, post-graduation internship at a larger shop on the other side of the city. Black Sunrise is more than Tish’s workplace, it is her church, and her sanctuary. She spends her days creating both art and meaningful connections with the residents of Boston, and her nights enjoying the nightlife that the city has to offer. This nightlife includes the strip club that her bestie owns, and that’s not just because Tate owns it, either. A girl has needs to be met while she awaits meeting whatever soulmate exists for her out there.

strings

⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
^{Character's thoughts on this person here.}
⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓣𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓟𝓪𝔁𝓽𝓸𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
^{He’s my best friend in the entire world, ride or die. Growing up our parents thought that we would get married someday, and if I weren’t so gay, we probably would have!}
⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓚𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓭𝓪𝔂⎯⎯⎯⎯
^{I make it a point to get to know the people I put ink into. They will wear my work for life, and I'd like to make sure it means something to them. Kate's piece was a memorial, one close to her heart. She's a sweet doll of a person from what I can tell.}
⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓶𝓲 𝓦𝓪𝔂𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭⎯⎯⎯⎯
^{I don't know this person yet.}
⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
^{Character's thoughts on this person here.}
⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓐𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓘𝓷𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓪⎯⎯⎯⎯
^{I should have known by the orange string that connected us that things wouldn't go well for us when she stepped in my shop. When I asked her what kind of tattoo she was interested in, she supplied a basic clip-art style dolphin for her lower back. I explained that I don't copy art, and that I like to make sure a piece has meaning to a person before I permanently put it in their body - I would never want to be the source of someone's regret - but she didn't like this response. She left the shop in a huff and claimed that she'd be taking her business elsewhere, that's... unfortunate for her, I think.}

other information

dialogue colour: 2E8B57
Faceclaim: Hannah Pixie Snowdon
theme song: “Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time” — Panic! At The Disco

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Zoey “Cherry Cola” Soda

21 ● female ● pansexual

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summary

A recent college graduate who hopes to exotically dance her way to the west coast to become a famous A-lister actress.

brief history

The Soda family moved to United States from Fuchu, Japan when Zoey was still growing inside of her mother. Haruo Soda, Zoey’s father, worked as a polymer chemist for the plastics division of Bayer — now Covestro — and was relocated to a plant in central Massachusetts. The Soda’s were more than happy to move to America and raise their first and only daughter in this country, so that she might live out her own version of The American Dream.

Zoey might have been raised in America, but she was raised Japanese. She learned her native language as well as English before entering kindergarten, and she grew up with a fondness and appreciation for Japanese culture, cuisine, and beliefs. Zoey excelled in school, as was expected by her parents, and when they allowed her to pick one extracurricular activity, she chose dance. Zoey never felt more alive than when she was on stage, with all eyes on her.

The young girl’s passion for dance started with ballet, but as she grew older, Zoey branched out into other styles. Styles that her parents didn’t always approve of, styles unbefitting for a ballet recital. As a teenager, Zoey’s body blossomed into that of a young woman, and Zoey embraced this. She rather enjoyed being watched and adored, and she decided that she wanted to make a career of it, as an actress. Hollywood needed more asian representation, especially females, so that little girls like she once was could see themselves represented in television and movies.

Zoey moved to the coast to attend college at Boston University, where she studied for a BFA in acting and a minor in dance. While attending university, Zoey met the first string in her life — a lovely fellow japanese-american student named Emily that was a couple years her senior, but nonetheless connected to her by a sage green thread. The girls bonded instantly over their shared love of bubble tea and sushi. Throughout their college years, they helped each other — Zoey teaching Emily to branch out, try new things, and grow in her social life, and Emily teaching Zoey to be more grounded, and to further get in touch with her roots.

Following her college graduation, Zoey chose to move in with her best friend, rather than move back home with her parents in central Massachusetts. Zoey immediately began job hunting, with the goal to save up enough money to eventually move to Hollywood. On this job search, Zoey met her second green string in the form of her now-employer, Tate Paxton. Tate has a certain eye for talent, and Zoey is nothing if not talented on the stage. Of course, this new stage involved far less clothing, and dancing that her parents definitely wouldn’t approve of. But they didn’t need to know about Cherry Cola, Zoey’s stage persona. Cherry Cola — a purposeful pun on her own last name — was Zoey’s own dirty little secret, and a top earning name at IMPULSE. When Zoey isn’t raking in the big bucks at the adult nightclub, she spends her days working her second job as a waitress at Oishi Sushi, alongside her bestie that is studying as an apprentice there.

Zoey is well aware of the red string tied to her pinky finger, but she pays it very little mind. The green strings matter far more to her than any red string ever could. Love is messy, and could stand in the way of her dreams to see her name in lights one day. Lights that aren’t at a strip club, that is.

strings

⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
^{Character's thoughts on this person here.}
⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓔𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓞𝓰𝓪𝔀𝓪⎯⎯⎯⎯
^{Best friend, roomie, and platonic soulmate! It’s a bit of a secret, but I hope to convince her to move out to the west coast with me, because I don’t think I could ever leave her behind.}
⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓣𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓟𝓪𝔁𝓽𝓸𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
^{The best boss a girl could ask for. He gave me a chance, and now I’m making more than most recent college grads in Boston. The best part is how safe he keeps us girls, I know Tate will always have my back if a guy tries to get too handsy.}
⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓛𝓲𝓪𝓶 𝓞'𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝔂⎯⎯⎯⎯
^{He's been my dance instructor for years. We get along well, but I think he might be a bit judgy that I chose the stripper route. I think he just needs to give it a try for himself, don't you?}
⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓢𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓮⎯⎯⎯⎯
^{Let's just say... the things we do on stage aren't always just for show.}
⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓐𝓼𝓱𝓵𝓮𝔂 𝓡𝓸𝔀𝓮⎯⎯⎯⎯
^{We've got similar dreams, we both want to make it to the silver screen some day. It's a dog eat dog word to get there, we've just gotta figure out who's got the strongest bite.}

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dialogue colour: 72353D
Faceclaim: Anna Akana
theme song: “I Want You” — Savage Garden

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