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A refuge houses several dozen people in the middle of Stony Ridge, New York - a town otherwise abandoned to the walkers. The place was Redman's Tavern, which was Stony Ridge's main attraction, before. It was a large, spacious area - if a bit overcrowded. Nevertheless, you are more comfortable there than you have been in the past year - ever since the dead wouldn't stay dead. It was heavily fortified, keeping out any walkers that tried getting close. For the most part, you try and keep your head down and not make a scene. Maybe, with luck, you can just ride the apocalypse out here. 

Until one day, when an SUV rolls up to the refuge. Walkers are hot on its' trail, but the driver spots the lookouts on top of the tavern and gets out. He is an older man, accompanied by a woman of similar age. She is holding something large, maybe the last of her belongings. The couple run up to the gate, begging to be let in. You spot the ordeal from the window. Normally, your people would hesitate on letting the strangers in, but something was different. These two were wearing lab coats. The gatekeeper opens the doors quickly, and the couple dash inside as walkers curiously probe the SUV.

Everyone gathers around the couple, and stares at them in shock. The woman was not carrying her belongings. She was carrying a child. A plump, healthy looking boy of around 3 years of age is dropped roughly by the woman. 

The elderly couple are out of breath, unable to speak and obviously scared witless. You exchange a glance with the others. Is this a joke? What's going on?

"We... were testing..." the man begins. You shift uncomfortably.

"Testing...?" Someone asks, warily.

"Blood." The woman offers. You frown. "Our team was taking blood samples in the City. Looking for... the thing that has infected us all."

"We found... him." The man gestures to the boy. 

"Is he infected?" Someone calls out. The couple immediately shake their heads.

"No. He is immune." A tense silence hung in the air. "He is not a carrier. In his blood lies the cure for this outbreak."

The boy begins to cry. The male doctor kneels quickly to comfort him. It is clear that he has a lot of experience with kids. The man tries his best to comfort the kid, but nothing seems to work. The child only cries harder.

"My name is Beverly Foster," the woman announces over the boy's wails. "I am a scientist with the United States government. For the past year, we've been looking for a cure to this madness, and we've finally found it. The military was going to escort us to safety... but they were overrun." Beverly hangs her head. "There is an active military base in South Carolina. Shaw Air Force Base. If you take us there, not only will you be protected by the military, but you will help us end this plague. Who will help us?"

I'm going to edit in a sheet for his sister shortly. This was originally a one line idea for his sister, then I thought it was a cool concept and went with it. Also, I couldn't find a good picture. If anyone else has a good one in mind, please share with me!

The Bear and the Boar

Appearance/Approximate Representation: Beregard is a tall, strong youth - but slender, able to move suddenly and fast. His fair falls wildly around his face, curly and black and his eyes are a piercing blue - like a tradition Baratheon. His jawline is on the thin side and his chin sharp - as well as his nose. Beregard always seems to have dirt under his fingernails, and on his clothing.

There must be something wrong with Beregard, to have been sent away like he was. Boy's probably not all there in the head.

-- Lord Allus Dondarrion, in reference to Beregard's absence at court

A Baratheon needs to hunt. Or so I'm told.

-- Bear

Name: Beregard Baratheon

Nickname: Bear

Age: 17

House: Baratheon

Parents: Bear's mother, Osyra, rules the Stormlands. She is a tall, bony woman with long silvery black hair that is said to sweep the floor when she walks. Osyra is said to be as devoted to R'hllor as Stannis was - in fact, she regularly holds rituals in Storm's End, and the villagers are said to have nightmares from the noises that rise from the castle during the rituals. Osyra employs several priests and priestesses of R'hllor as her personal council - and all are said to be powerful magicians, strengthened by the return of dragons. It is said that Osyra is extremely bitter about her family's loss of the Crown, almost to the point of madness. Bear's father, Rolynd, was of House Connington and took his wife's name. He passed away a few years ago.

Siblings: Beregard has an older brother, Boremund, who is diplomatic and bookish. He also has an older sister, a bastard named Belinda, who is a master huntress, and spends most of her time in the wildernesses of the world. She has been from Asshai and back again, hunting different game with her brother. 

Personality: Bear has little regard for pleasantries. He is blunt and often not political in his remarks. He has little value for 'noble blood', and tends to not judge based on class (although he reserves many other reasons to judge people). Bear often thinks less of nobles for being soft and weak; he was raised to respect cunning and a will for survival. Not artificial cunning, learned from books or from jousting competitions, but from living in nature and surviving by yourself, not relying on a servant. Bear's favorite past-time is hunting, and he loves to show off his trophies. Bear also tends to lack social graces expected of nobles.

Skills: Bear is a remarkable hunter. He can track game and set traps with ease, and is excellent with a bow. That being said, his swordplay could use serious work, and even an apprentice could probably best him in melee combat, and he doesn't know the ass end of a horse from its face. He can also hunt - and therefore fight - with a spear and with nets. Bear is fast and always away of his surroundings - habits from when he hunted dangerous game in wild lands such as Sothoryos.

Religion: Bear respects the power R'hlloran priests command, but he isn't sure about the God itself. He believes in the power of nature as an entity.

Bio: When the nobility speaks of the next Baratheon generation, most only know to mention Boremund, the heir, and the one who makes all of the appearances at courts. The younger brother, as well as the bastard sister, are often left out. This is, in fact, intentional. Osyra does not talk of her youngest, and when people ask, she waves them off. "Bear will never be my heir, he will never have a say in governing. What do you care about him? Be gone with you!" Is what many a noble have heard from the Lady Paramount of the Stormlands. 

In reality, Bear was raised in Storm's End for the beginning of his life. He was trained in everything a normal noble boy was trained in. He was taught by a maester, learned swordplay by a knight, taught religious rituals by a priest of R'hllor. However, unlike other nobles, a close friend of Osyra, a convicted poacher, would take Bear into the woods to hunt game. At first it was rabbits, raccoon, that sort of thing. Then, they started hunting deer and boars. Even, yes, bears. When Beregard was 13, he was a dual noble in training as well as a decent hunter. And then, on his thirteenth birthday, he was taken away in the dead of night, put on a boat, and set sail for the Free Cities. His sister Belinda was with him. She only said that the Baratheons needed them to hunt. And so they hunted.

For the next four years, Beregard and Belinda traveled the world together, hunting every animal known to man, from the most benign to the most dangerous. They knew no comforts afforded to the other members of Baratheon blood. They lived off the land, stole or took what they needed. Belinda was extremely hard in training Bear, and for many years he resented her for pushing him so hard. Eventually, however, the two bonded and are now extremely close. They can practically communicate without talking. They have been from Asshai to the jungles of Sothoryos looking for dangerous creatures to hunt. 

When Daerys demanded a ward, Osyra gladly accepted. Daerys expected Boremund, but instead he got Beregard. The king was mildly shocked. He only half believed that this Baratheon child really existed. And who was that strange woman that accompanied him? More importantly, why did they smell so bad...

Other: Might fill in as the RP goes on.

She will make Baratheon strong again.

-- Lady Osyra Baratheon

The trick to hunting is to take away what makes your prey strong.

-- Belinda

Name: Belinda Storm

Nickname: Belinda the Boar

Age: 24

House: Baratheon

Parents: Shares a mother with Bear. Her father was Isyac, a commoner and convicted poacher who Osyra fell in love with. Once she had Belinda, she elevated Isyac to the role of special adviser. He took it upon himself to train Bear and Belinda both, and then send them off into the world to hunt. He had a special plan in mind for them...

Siblings: Half-sister of Boremund Baratheon and Beregard Baratheon.

Personality: Belinda is a nasty, mean woman. She has less manners than a convicted raper, a nobleman has been quoted saying. Belinda doesn't care who she offends or who is her enemy. In fact, a casual observer would wonder what she does care about. She lacks any social graces, much like Bear but to an even greater extent. She has no hint of nobility in her... and yet, she can display nobility when she wants to. Like a flipped switch, Belinda can blend in with Kings and Queens. It's unsettling, to those that have seen it in action.

Skills: Belinda is a master huntress, having known how to use a bow since she was a toddler. She can track game, move silently and quickly, and is like a walking bestiary. She doesn't know how to use a sword, however, but is mildly skilled in spears and netting. She also knows a few incantations that the R'hlloran priests taught her. She seems to be able to summon an air of unluckiness about her, where her enemies (mostly non-human) find themselves stumbling and failing at everything they do. This is done rarely, however, and greatly tires her out.

Religion: Belinda believes God can be found in nature, and holds nothing sacred except what she can see.

Bio: Belinda's childhood was spent in Storm's End, being raised by Isyac. Isyac always trained her to hunt, ever since she could pick up a bow. She would always ask why, and Isyac would always reply that the Baratheons needed to hunt. That the Stags needed to hunt. Isyac often trained Belinda to the point of exhaustion, where her body would physically break down. She had a rough childhood with few pleasantries. She rarely saw her mother, Osyra, but when she did, the Lady Paramount always looked at her with pride. "You will restore the House Baratheon, one day, child," Osyra would always say. It would give Belinda something to feel proud of during all the days that Isyac pushed her near the edge of losing it all.

When Belinda was 18, she left home and hunted abroad with Isyac. They traveled to extremely harsh lands, such as Beyond the Wall, or the hottest jungles of Sothoryos. When she turned 20, Isyac died unexpectedly in a wyvern attack. Belinda killed the Wyvern and returned to Storm's End to share the news of her father's demise. Osyra was devastated, and muttered something about "the plan must move forward!". The next thing Belinda knew, she was on a boat with a young boy she barely knew, set sail for the city of Myr. "Train this boy to be as good as you," Osyra said. "As good as Isyac was. Do this, and you will make Baratheon strong again."

Other: Will Update as the story goes on.

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