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Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

So is Scout :(

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

Well, well, well... Looks like Nutts is still here. Damn, definitely thought I was gonna be able to stop into the chat and enjoy myself too. Gross. ;)

Surviving: The End. (Season 1) (reboot)

Felix Andrew Renault

Name: Felix Andrew Renault
Group: CDC
Age: 29
Occupation: Formerly U.S. Army – 31K (Military Working Dog Handler), FBI-HRT
Family life: Divorced – his ex-wife has kids though (see bio)
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green
Height/Weight: 5’11/208

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Felix Renault

Neither of the Renault parents were very large people, but somehow Felix managed to get at least some of the genetics of his grandparents. He grew at least a couple of inches beyond his father and about half a foot over his younger brother. He received his mother’s green eyes, but without the weathering effects of alcohol or anxiety they retain a far darker pigment. From his father, he was given a defined jaw and a near-permanent scowl.

Blood type: B-
Immune: Yes

Reason for government interest: Felix lived his entire life for his country, so his patriotism and skill as an HRT Operator made him an asset to a government looking to prevent anarchy in the States.

Gear: Nothing but the weight set, reading material, and other asinine things they allowed him to have in his cell- er, “room.”


Bio: Felix was born in Maine to a very average American family. He was ten years old when his little brother was born, but the two were always close. The elder of the two tried to do as much as he could to keep his younger brother out of trouble, but William had more silver on his tongue than he did gold and his smartass attitude would always land him somewhere he didn’t want to be. Felix was early in his high school years when his parents had their divorce… It always seemed worse from the outside than the inside – mother rarely came to see them outside of holidays, but at least she maintained a bit of sobriety when she did. It wasn’t that she hated them, she was just… Not cut out for motherhood.

The father of the Renault household was a busy man, but he always seemed to have time for the boys, who seemed to be raised on opposite ends of the world, considering their polar opposite personalities, appearances, and tastes. The three managed to find enough connection in their hunting trips. When Felix was still in school, they happened often, but even after he graduated they made a point to take at least one annually for a week, sometimes more than one depending on Felix’s schedule.

After high school, Felix went to Community College for a couple of years and received an Associate’s Degree that financial assistance was happy enough to pay for. After that, much to his father’s pride, he joined the Army. It was a lot of work, but it made him happy, and he wouldn’t trade those four years for the world. He would have gladly re-enlisted, but shortly before he was due to sign his re-enlistment contract, he lost his first dog – Abel – in a firefight. An animal he would have gladly given his own life for decided that it would rather sacrifice itself for him. Felix decided to finish his Bachelor’s in Criminal Science. After finished college, he shifted his sights to Law Enforcement. After putting in a Resume with the FBI, he took his interview and they were happy to accept him. Having a security clearance before trying was certainly helpful.

After two years in the FBI, he was accepted into the HRT Program. His prior military combat experience gave him a fast-tracked leg-up, not to mention as a dog handler, he could prove to be an asset to the FBI as a whole in two regards. He only spent a year going through the training and actually getting to act as an operator before he was ordered to the CDC’s complex and, unbeknownst to him, locked away in a room with little to no explanation as to why or how long he’d be there.

Amidst all of this, Felix managed to find time for a wife. Or rather, he found time to find a wife, even if he didn’t get to keep her. He didn’t exactly find time for her after the fact, however, as apparently his life in the military and plans for the future left him a bit busy. The two of them were hardly a year into a young marriage, straight out of college, when she told him the “good” news – she was pregnant. The two hadn’t even discussed whether they wanted kids or how yet, but Felix had been lightly dodging the topic as much as he could. He found out of his own accord that he was actually sterile shortly after they got married and still hadn’t found the words to tell her. So when she said that she was pregnant, he couldn’t help but be less excited than she was. He broke the news to her and she realized she’d just been caught confessing to cheating on him. Thankfully they hadn’t been married for over a couple of years and he didn’t lose nearly as much as he thought he would have. He still had to pay for a while, but by no means was he in the hole for years, and he hasn’t spoken to her since the last check went through.

Personality: Felix is a fairly loud team player type of person. He knows how important team bonds are, especially when the shit hits the fan, and tries not to lose the sarcastic, joking side when he can help it. Much to his chagrin, his sarcasm often comes off as serious attacks against people, simply because his face isn’t the type to show that he’s joking. He’s a family man, even though he doesn’t have kids, or even a wife at this point, so he’s always remained closely connected with his father and little brother. However, he hasn’t been able to reach either of them since he was taken away. Otherwise, he’s mostly what you’d expect. Determined, hard-headed, and loves to argue, even when he knows he’s wrong.

Taylor Marsha Johnson

Name: Taylor Marsha Johnson

Group: Walkers

Age: 25

Occupation: Emergency Room Nurse and part-time student (Master’s Degree in Nursing) to become a Nurse Practitioner in Psychiatry

Family life: Widowed, one 2 year-old son (Joseph Henry) who was living with her mother at the time of outbreak while she was finishing school

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Blue

Height/Weight: 5’5”/118lbs

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Taylor Johnson

Blood type: O-

Immune: No

Gear: Her husband’s SIG P226 Elite SAO (9mm) with two magazines (15 rounds), a kukri machete attached to her belt, a single-strap backpack with her small supply of food or water or whatever else she can carry (currently contains a roll of duct tape, medical tape, gauze, and wound disinfectant too, though they could run out at any time)

Bio: Taylor was raised in Ohio, but moved to Chicago for school. She’d always had a love for taking care of people and thought that nursing was exactly the way to go. She’d had a rather uneventful childhood, to be perfectly honest, though if you ask her about the time her parents saw her first tattoo long after she got it, you might get a good little story.

Shortly moving out to Illinois for college, she met Derek, who had only just graduated the Police Academy. He was something special, that much she knew, and around the time that she was finishing her sophomore year, they got married. Life was getting busier, between upcoming internships at the city’s hospital and even future job opportunities, but neither wanted to be separated, so they jumped on it with stars in their eyes. After graduating, she took the first entry-level job in medicine that she was offered at the city’s major medical center. Things in the field move slowly, but she found her niche in the ER. The pressure and intensity, as well as the gore, never seemed as big a problem to her as it did for others. She felt like she fit right in. After getting acclimated there, she and Derek were more than a little surprised to find out that she was pregnant. It was a happy surprise, but a surprise nonetheless. They moved her to a different wing of the hospital during the nine months to prevent the stress from having any adverse effects, but once she got back from leave, she requested to be put back in her place.

Just as life was getting into a nice, things-are-looking-up place, Derek got a call into work and it sounded urgent. The next thing she knew, she was answering the door to their apartment, little Joseph wailing. She could not get him to calm down, no matter how hard she tried, but when she was faced with two uniformed men, staring at the ground with their hats in hand, she was almost in the same place. Respectfully, she waited until they left before she actually lost it. The first person she called was her mom, who took off of work and stayed in Chicago for about two weeks. She took Joseph home with her as Taylor insisted on continuing with work and finishing her Master’s. Now more than ever, she’d need to make sure her career actually saw itself through. Downsizing her apartment and being away from her son was likely the hardest thing of it all – she had to watch as she sold away the furniture, left behind the only home she’d ever shared with the man she loved…

Just on the precipice of finishing her degree and shortly after visiting her family in Ohio, the news of the outbreak started to spread. After a hard several months, she’s been trying to get home to Ohio, but constantly she’s being pulled away or misdirected or getting lost… Now, she’s stuck in Missouri, and still unsure exactly how she’s going to get back, having already started in the opposite direction, it seems.

Up for review, all.

Surviving: The End. (Season 1) (reboot)

Sincerest apologies, guys. Good news is that i killed my test this week and will be rewarding myself by taking on Surviving <3 I'll see you all tomorrow. If not, I'll have my characters Sunday.

A Grimm War [Vena Sera & Scout]

Lyra nodded defiantly, "Yeah." She added pointlessly to Ulyssa's thoughts. The girl hugged her knees slightly, basking in the fire's warmth as it dried the water from her skin. She felt kind of bad - after all, Soren hadn't been looking that she could remember... Then again, he was probably the only one who knew about how to cook to prep an animal. Her mouth was already watering and the meat wasn't even on the fire yet. Did Soren just smile at her? In his shoes, she would honestly be quite agitated. The faintest twitch came to the corners of her lips as she turned her crimson eyes back to the blaze.

Owyn scowled, not turning around to so much as face the girls. He scooted toward Soren and helped him drag the boars, shaking his head, muttering under his breath. "Can you believe this shit..?" He asked in a near-snarl. Once they were past the treeline, he observed Soren gutting the boar and taking necessary action to prep it for meal. There was little he could do, but he acted as asked - his stomach was more ravenous than his disgusted brain or lack of desire to learn this side of being a Huntsman. He could duel, he could fight, but he hadn't been raised in these conditions. For others it would be the opposite... Then he thought about Ulyssa - her parents were Huntsmen. Had this been her entire life before she got here? Had she always had to live in life-or-death situations, cooking, skinning, hunting, gutting..? He cringed mentally at the idea of such a childhood.

"Sorry about Owyn," She said, shaking her head, "He's insufferable... I'm sure your afternoon would have gone far more smoothly without him... You get used to it, I promise. There's at least you and Soren, you guys both seem like amazing future Huntsmen already... I think you'll pull the team along just fine, I'll try not to slow you down and keep you-know-who the Hell of your backs."

The girl looked back to her knees and softly rubbed her shins. It was cold, but she was finally almost dry. Her eyes cut through the trees for a moment before she rose to her feet and grabbed her clothes, putting them back on. She sighed and brushed them off to make sure they weren't too nasty. Apart from some of the dried blood, they should be okay until they got back to the school, especially if she kept herself clean and they didn't seek out too many more Grimm.

Owyn did what little he could to help cook the boar, but Lyra surprisingly was willing to aid Soren and he found himself waiting for the food and unable to help. The Faunus was hungry and while she wasn't the most fantastic cook, she did enjoy helping and thought it wasn't really fair that Soren wound up with so much work alone. She did as much as she cook, letting him rest and just give her pointers for cooking over the fire. The house's staff back home never showed shame or disdain for her, so when she would wander into the kitchen after the chefs and staff, they would be happy to let her taste whatever they were making or sit and watch from a countertop. They liked having her around, but she didn't really know how the machines worked, or how long to cook things for, but she knew when the tasted good and all kinds of spices and the like to put in them.

Surviving: The End. (Season 1) (reboot)

Don't take me as authority, as I still have to make mine, but I lightly agree with Vil. Simply because it my impression that CDC people aren't going to be equipped by the CDC, rather detained. So it would stand to reason that the only way to get outfitted is via CDC armory.

Surviving: The End. (Season 1) (reboot)

I have a big unit/module test on Wednesday. Trying to do what I can here, just cramming speech practice.

A Grimm War [Vena Sera & Scout]

I can carry one. Worst case scenario, we have to drop it and only have one, then go hunting when we run out of food, eh?" Owyn replied with a shrug. He took hold of the boar he was delegated and hoisted it onto his shoulders, grunting under the weight. "God damn that's one heavy son of a bitch..." The two headed in the direction they last saw the girls going, but had to wait for the fire's smoke to guide them the rest of the way. Under the weight of the limp pig, Owyn felt like a lot less of a man than he had that morning and it took all of his willpower not to complain. He wouldn't do it, not until he at least heard Soren do it first. When the other boy hardly showed exasperation, save for the sweat dripping down their faces, he knew they were in for a long, long walk. They even had to stop a few times, but Owyn didn't shirk his own duty, lest his pride be struck by Ulyssa again. No, he was going to be a Huntsman, things would get harder from here on out, so he just had to work for it. It's not like he thought this place would be easy, but maybe not so much right out of the gate.

Lyra was happy to help start the fire and was even more pleased that Ulyssa could teach her to start one without using one of her arrows. It would take more practice and a little study to be any good at it, but she looked forward to it. The girl warmed her hands, crouching down low in front of the heat, smiling to herself as she basked in it. It reminded her of home too; in the household, she was an oddball for high society. And the more comfortable she was here, the more she realized it was the truth there. Sitting on the floor by the fire took precedence over any and all furniture in the house whenever one was lit. But this one... The Faunus closed her eyes for a few moments - it smelled like leaves and real timber, rather than odorless gas and heat vent. Even the soft essence of sap and real wood mixed well with the brilliant flames licking at the air beyond her eyelids. The smoke rose straight into the sky thanks to a lack of wind and it was likely that other fires would start to pop up around the forest throughout the night too.

By the time she was done warming up and enjoying the relaxing part of their evening, she heard the heard wet clothes splashing into the grass on the floor. Lyra opened her eyes and looked over to see Ulyssa completely disrobed. She blinked - was now really the... time to be..? Her eyes darted to the water... Even if it was cold, it looked refreshing... and they had a fire to dry by... She furrowed her brow, realizing now that Ulyssa couldn't be older than her, but she acted so mature. In fact, judging by her figure from here, she looked definitely younger. Lyra finally decided to unhook her cloak and hang it over a tree before carefully removing her clothes and laying them down. They weren't exactly clean, but she didn't have anything else to wear out of the water, so she'd just leave them be and wash them when they got their room.

Ulyssa was already almost neck-deep in the water by the time Lyra got to the edge, one arm covering her chest as she touched it with her toe. The fur of her tail stood on end as she tensed, "Oh god, that's so cooolllld," She groaned, staring ahead. She was starting to have second thoughts, but the desire to at least feel clean for a bit was far more powerful. Moving quickly was a much better option which she opted for - get the chill over with and her body would warm up once she was all the way in. The Faunus took several determined steps into the water before she really felt the cool liquid crawling up her legs. However, she pushed through the hesitation and was soon with Ulyssa, lowering herself to at least as high as her neck. Her back was to the shore as she let out a satisfied breath.

"I guess it isn't so bad once you're in... That feels so much better... I wonder if we're the only group out here that's kind of... thriving off the land," She wondered aloud, looking to Ulyssa as she dipped under the water and tipped her head back. When she came back up, her white hair was slicked back and water dripped from her nose and chin. "I didn't realize how tired my muscles were until I got in here... Ughh..." She muttered, reaching up into the air to stretch her arms out before leaning back and stretching her back as well. "Feels so much better..."

Uncharacteristically, she hadn't realized that Owyn and Soren returned until she heard a cough. Her ears stood on end and she whipped around to see Soren with his back turned. Even from here she could tell he was beet red. But Owyn, dumbfounded as he was, had just placed his boar on the ground and not registered that his sister and teammate were both naked in the pool.

"Oh, look at that... Good spot, it's pre-" He started, actually complimenting the find before being cut off in a brilliant flash of green. Something heavy and thick struck his back and when he opened his eyes, he was slumped against a tree with a pounding in his skull and a soreness like no other. "-tty good..." He finished his thought, groaning, "The hell happened..?"

"Why the hell didn't you turn around when Soren did?!" Lyra shouted from the water, sinking low enough to nearly cover her nose in embarrassment, only sticking her head up to speak. "DID YOU EXPECT ME TO REACT ANY DIFFERENTLY?!"

Owyn blinked and looked around the campsite, only now noticing the clothes laying by the fire and in the grass. When the realization struck him, he covered his eyes with his head, "OH GOD. Ew. EW! YOU'RE MY SISTER, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK I WAS THINKING?! I DIDN'T KNOW!!" He cried out in humiliation.

"WELL NEXT TIME DON'T BE SO STUPID!!"

"NO, NEXT TIME YOU DON'T BE SO RASH!!"

It was amazing that the pool wasn't steaming hot with the amount of heat and anger emanating from the Faunus girl as she snarled just below the water's surface. While the two weren't looking and with her eyes locked on Owyn, Lyra climbed out of the pool, covering her chest once more with an arm. She shook the water from her body and finally her tail before grabbing her underwear and cloak, clasping it together over her shoulders and making sure it at least hid the majority of her body to her thighs before taking a spot by the fire to dry off. "I'm enstating, for the rest of the night, a three second rule," She said loud and clear, not yet giving the boys permission to open their eyes or face their direction. "Anybody looks at either of the two teammates lacking a Y-Chromosome... dies. Period." Her voice sounded like it was almost singing the warning, but a venomous threat lie under the words... and the brooding attitude behind them was hardly one to trifle with.

"As soon as Ulyssa gives the okay, you two can open your eyes and make us dinner. If that works for the two of you," She said, growling the last statement with warning. Her bow rested at her side, now reconnected at the limbs and ready for use. On her other side were the arrows and she left her cloak open only enough to let the heat in.

Surviving: The End. (Season 1) (reboot)

I think not. Get on my level. If Firefox doesn't see it, then you're bottom tier.

Surviving: The End. (Season 1) (reboot)

As a matter of fact, I do not see. XD It's a broken link. Let me try another browser... But in the meantime, I think I'll crank out a bio for Martin and Felix.