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Gabel

Name: Gabel Grace Wester
Age: 7 and 1/2 years old.
Occupation: She's a child man, she went to school I guess.
Nationality: American
Appearance:
Being a cute little thing she actually tries to take care of herself brushing her hair and teeth when she can. She is usually seen wearing a white dress with little flowers on it.
Place of Residence: Her home in around Bear Delaware.
Strengths: She actually understands the "Monsters" around her. She is clever, very clever for her age trying to teach herself to use a gun. Also she can ride a bike without training wheels, that's good right?
Weaknesses: She is a child, pretty big weakness right there. She doesn't know squat about guns, again she's a kid.
Belongings: Hairbrush, she wouldn't leave anywhere without the black brush her mother gave her also her dad's lab coat is used as a blanket
Personality: Gabel is a strange imaginative child believing in everything her mother offered to teach her. Her mother was a "Modern Witch" Her father taught her lots of little things she could do and she loved to grow little plants in her room or look at her candles. She loves to cook making a lot of food for herself, knowing a recipe for pancakes by heart. She can be silent at times but also very social at others knowing how to care for herself pretty well.
Other: She is a very strange child.

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Name: Gabel Grace Wester
Age: 7 and 1/2 years old.
Occupation: She's a child man, she went to school I guess.
Nationality: American
Appearance:
Being a cute little thing she actually tries to take care of herself brushing her hair and teeth when she can. She is usually seen wearing a white dress with little flowers on it.[/img]
Place of Residence: Her home in around Bear Delaware.
Strengths: She actually understands the "Monsters" around her. She is clever, very clever for her age trying to teach herself to use a gun. Also she can ride a bike without training wheels, that's good right?
Weaknesses: She is a child, pretty big weakness right there. She doesn't know squat about guns, again she's a kid.
Belongings: Hairbrush, she wouldn't leave anywhere without the black brush her mother gave her also her dad's lab coat is used as a blanket
Personality: Gabel is a strange imaginative child believing in everything her mother offered to teach her. Her mother was a "Modern Witch" Her father taught her lots of little things she could do and she loved to grow little plants in her room or look at her candles. She loves to cook making a lot of food for herself, knowing a recipe for pancakes by heart. She can be silent at times but also very social at others knowing how to care for herself pretty well.
Other: She is a very strange child.

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Conner Davis

Conner had gotten himself up and wiped off his face picking up his knife legs slight shivering under him at the shock of it all. Sure he had seen this happen, hell he saw a man ripped to pieces in front of him, but just seeing his brother like this was just too much. He took a hand wiping off his face still gripping at his knife tightly, more so something to grip at than the need to defend himself at the moment. A voice called out and he grew quiet just wiping his face off on his sleeves drying tears.

"I'm out here." he paused a bit thinking about what he was going to say before calling out, "I just want to talk. It's nice to hear, well, words." It was obvious he was forcing himself to stop crying his other hand going to grip at the strap that held his crossbow to his back trying to be ready for anything.

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Conner Davis

Conner let himself stand getting to his feet in a matter of seconds. People, something he used to experienced with now posed a threat to his safety, taking a moment to think about this he looked at the open door with the question on his mind. Should he stick around or should he scatter? Conner did something that had been natural to him since he was a toddler, he paced. Taking quiet steps he darted his eyes around the yard mostly focusing on the sides making sure no walkers made their way back there. This was an ideal spot his eyes moving over to the treehouse, not ideal this was an amazing place for a rest.

His fingers found their way through his now messy black hair as he groaned out to himself, "Conner get yourself together you idiot." His eyes closed for a brief moment allowing himself to feel safe for the fraction of a second before the shuffling of rotting feet caught his attention. He opened his eyes gripped the knife he had been holding all this time tighter just standing in one spot, the thing could come to him. His heart sank as an unlikely thing occurred. The younger now deceased male coming towards him had once been his brother. He cursed under his breath for a moment, sure his brother had never been nice to him once in his entrie life but he still didn't deserve this.

As the thing lunged forward he gripped it by the neck sending the knife into its skull and pulling it out watching the corpse drop to the floor. Conner knew where he was now, he was in the town he once called home. He looked back at each side of the house it seeming as if nothing had followed. He knelt down next to the younger teenager fixing his body so he was just laying there before reaching down and checking his pockets. Finding his wallet and opened it up looking at the driver's license Cameron Davis, at this moment it felt as if the world was playing some sick cruel joke on him.

No longer caring about the person inside he took a seat setting the knife next to him holding up that wallet. His other hand balled into a fist a river of tears began to fall down his face. Cameron should've become an architect like he always talked about when they were younger. His mind wandered on how this could've happened, his brother had always been the smart one. He just sat keeping watch trying his best to see through the tears.

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Conner

Conner walked along the road heading, somewhere. His van had run out of gas a few miles back and without any family who cared he didn't have a plan. His shirt was a cruel reminder of how fucked this all was yet he trudged on determined to find something. He had a purpose, everyone did, he just needed to find his. He held the strap to his crossbow up since it had been rubbing on his chest all day as he walked his knife held in his left hand. He felt oddly okay and he couldn't explain it. Yesterday he was losing his shit over this all but apparently he'd regained his composure.

His little happiness was interrupted by the sight of one of the dead, internally wincing at the sight he stepped forward raising his knife before gripping the what used to be a woman's shoulder and slamming his knife into the side of her head pulling it back out and letting her fall. He wiped the blood off his cheek with a gag before he started walking again.

Maybe he could find a bike? A bike would be pretty nice in this situation. He pushed the thought to that woman out of his head before hearing a noise off in the distance, more walkers? He took to staying closer to the buildings as he started his way into some city, maybe he would find someone here that wasn't dead. That sure would make his day a whole lot better just seeing a face that didn't want to just eat your flesh. Then again a person could be just as dangerous as one of those things, hopefully he wouldn't run into any problems.

His eyes looked over at one of the dead slowly shuffling down the side of a wooden fence. He made his way hugging the side of the house and crouching for a moment just letting the thing pass, there were more behind him, and Conner could hear the slow shuffling of feet. He just hoped they wouldn't notice him, his mind focused on what was going on around him before he heard the sound of more footsteps. He froze for a moment to think was there a walker in the back yard, most likely. Then he stopped the footsteps weren't shuffling like the others, sticking his head around the corner he saw, a person. An honest to god person. This made him feel much better.

He watched as someone entered a house pushing open a sliding door, he thought about saying something but stopped himself. Who just has a nailed bat sitting around? Unless this guy made that thing just awhile ago, did he even have time to do that. Conner just watched him disappear into the house planning to listen for a bit. Still it was nice to see someone, alive.

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Conner Davis

Name: Conner Davis
Age: 18
Occupation: He worked at Perkins, give him a break the kid's life was just starting out.
Nationality: American

Appearance:

He's Korean, duh. Conner left his home ironically wearing a shirt that was all black and in white letters read "Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." This shirt meant a lot to him considering he's always been a happy person he encouraged people to look at the big picture rather that themselves first.

Place of Residence: New York City, I know the exact Perkins he should work at. I was there once.
Strengths: Conner was very good at hunting always going bear and deer hunting with his dad as a father son bonding thing, he's also very good with a hunting bow. Smooth talker, he was one who was loved by his school for the reason that he can talk circles around anyone, make them feel important or make them feel like a piece of dirt.
Weaknesses: He's a bit overtalkitive at times which could get you into a bind in these types of situations. At this point in time he's a bit overwhelmed by the walkers. Along with the fact that he isn't really a big guy, he's not built for strength.
Belongings: He keeps with him his bowie knife and his hunting bow (crossbow) along with a small bag with a water bottle in it, that's about it.
Personality: Conner is a nice guy, being talkative he loves having conversations and is not known for judging anyone on appearance. He feels everyone has a purpose and they just have to find it and be okay with it. He attempts to get along with everyone and hopes they all like him back being a bit insecure on that part. The things he hates include, people who are just downers, open mouth chewers, and mouth breathers. He is also a very touchy person having liked hugs and snuggling with his friends. It's nice you know?
Other: He's gay, just so you know and also he calls his knife his David Bowie Knife.

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Name: Conner Davis
Age: 18
Occupation: He worked at Perkins, give him a break the kid's life was just starting out.
Nationality: American

Appearance:

He's Korean, duh. Conner left his home ironically wearing a shirt that was all black and in white letters read "Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you." This shirt meant a lot to him considering he's always been a happy person he encouraged people to look at the big picture rather that themselves first.

Place of Residence: New York City, I know the exact Perkins he should work at. I was there once.
Strengths: Conner was very good at hunting always going bear and deer hunting with his dad as a father son bonding thing, he's also very good with a hunting bow. Smooth talker, he was one who was loved by his school for the reason that he can talk circles around anyone, make them feel important or make them feel like a piece of dirt.
Weaknesses: He's a bit overtalkitive at times which could get you into a bind in these types of situations. At this point in time he's a bit overwhelmed by the walkers. Along with the fact that he isn't really a big guy, he's not built for strength.
Belongings: He keeps with him his bowie knife and his hunting bow (crossbow) along with a small bag with a water bottle in it, that's about it.
Personality: Conner is a nice guy, being talkative he loves having conversations and is not known for judging anyone on appearance. He feels everyone has a purpose and they just have to find it and be okay with it. He attempts to get along with everyone and hopes they all like him back being a bit insecure on that part. The things he hates include, people who are just downers, open mouth chewers, and mouth breathers. He is also a very touchy person having liked hugs and snuggling with his friends. It's nice you know?
Other: He's gay, just so you know and also he calls his knife his David Bowie Knife.

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Jazileena Felix

Name: Jazileena Monday Felix
Age: 29
Occupation: Police Officer
Nationality: African American
Appearance: Jazileena is a very tall individual (or at least I think so cause I'm so darn short, ;-;) standing at around 6'1. She is a well built individual considering how seriously she took her job. Her skin is a deep brown color and her long black hair is normally down but sometimes put up into a bun. She loves her uniform which the top fits her a bit strangely. She has a very small chest which is almost flat but she never really cared too much. Her brown eyes are a bit darker than her skin and she has a bit of acne down her neck, nothing awful
Place of Residence: She had lived in Boston but she didn't stay since there was nothing there for her. She left still wearing her uniform with an extra pair of clothes in her bag.
Strengths: She would not blink an eye at killing someone for her own safety, this can be seen as both a strength and a weakness. Physical Strength is higher than the average female due to the training she put herself through and she knows quite a bit about handguns. (I don't know crap about handguns to be honest) She also can be very crafty making things into weapons that normally wouldn't be and boy she does use them.
Weaknesses: She doesn't play well with others whom she deems make stupid decisions and would not blink an eye at killing someone for her own safety, she also has a soft spot for babies and small children and will work to protect them at all costs.
Belongings: Jazileena always carries with her her daughter's school bag. It's a nice little plaid cloth bag that she keeps supplies in clicked to one of the bags zippers is a whistle and a tiny picture frame with all her daughter's tiny school photos one on top of the other so the latest one is showing. She keeps this with her at all times unless she has someone she trusts hold it. It's the only thing she has left of her little baby girl. She also keeps a double A battery powered mp3 player in there although she almost never uses it, the thing used to belong to her boyfriend. She has an empty handgun and a pocket knife that she's had for years never thinking she'd actually use it.
Personality: Jazileena is very to herself but if she has an opinion she will share it. She can be very sarcastic and points and normally doesn't let anything bother her considering with the things that happened to her she was already broken. She doesn't cry often but when she does it's hard to stop, sometimes she finds she has to cover her mouth to muffle her sobs. She will have a hard time when people ask her about her daughter and become like a brick wall. Once someone gets under her skin she is very caring for those she trusts and will protect them.
Other: She really really likes coffee and misses it. Quickest way to her friendship? Find her some instant coffee.

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Jazileena

Jazileena hadn't been home when everything went to shit. Making her way back to her house abandoning the incoming calls for help, it was too much for the police force to handle. She simply watched as one of her dear friends had his face basically ripped off by one of those, things? What even was all of this? Her emotions were in a windwhirl as she got back in her car driving off down the road only to be spotted by traffic, she turned back taking the long way home, her baby would be alright. She would be at home with Westley like always, he would keep her safe. Thoughts kept racing through her mind as she parked the car in the driveway hitting one of those dead things in the process getting blood all over her car. All her police duties went out of the widow as she basically ran around back where she could hear the yelling of her boyfriend. Getting there just in time to watch him basically abandon her little girl Vanessa her face twisted into the horror of a mother losing her baby. In that moment she lost a piece of her soul.

Memory had failed her for the days that followed. After everything happened she must have packed up and got back in her car driving, where she planned to go was forgotten yet she only stopped to move something off the road and carry on her way. She had used up most of her ammo shooting those damned pieces of vomit from the safety of her moving car. She no longer cared if they had been human she hated them all and just wished to just wake up from this nightmare. She stopped her car on the side of the road rolling up windows and shutting it off. SHe curled up in her seat and grabbed the backpack from in back just holding it close breathing in the scent. She was in pain and honestly she just wanted sleep. Plans of sleep were broken by a single walker begining to claw at the passenger window. No clue where she was, no clue what should would do, she felt useless.

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