[CHAR] ☠ The Edge Of Extinction ☣

[BilboTheGreat]

'It is during our darkest moments we must focus too see the light'

Name: Josh Mansfield
Age: 18
Gender Male
Looks:

My Hider

Sexuality: Bi-sexual
Personality: Before the outbreak, Josh used to be a social butterfly. He has no trouble talking to people and will often join in, he is brave but knows how to pick his battles. He is a kind person, but this often gets him in a lot of trouble and people have been known to take advantage of that. He is a determined boy, and once he has set a goal he will fight to get there.
Bio: Josh and Katie grew up in London, England. They weren't from a particularly nice area, and didn't have the most amazing upbringing. They managed though. Katie managed to get through school and Drama college, and Josh had just started secondary school before the outbreak. A week before the outbreak started, they went on a family holiday to Amsterdam. After the first week, the infection was noticed. The next week, Amsterdam was on lockdown. Being one of the first cities too fall, they didn't have much time before everything went to shit. After a year of surviving, they had lost their parents and were on their own. They decided to try and leave the city, to try and get back to England (which at the time was still safe). After trying to get through the overrun blockades, they were separated. Just before this, they promised each other that if they somehow ended up apart, they would both stay in the city until they were reunited. 5 years later, they haven't broken this promise.
Past Occupation: He was a schoolboy when the outbreak started.
Weapons: He carries an axe and a revolver with 30 rounds left (6 round magazine)
Inventory He stores everything an a backpack he found after it all started. Along with his revolver and axe, he carries another change of clothes, socks, Two 2 litre bottles of water and 3 or 4 cans of food left. He carries a torch, with two sets of batteries, a basic first aid kit, painkillers and his old phone which he will sometimes use to listen to music on, but he makes sure not to use it too much (currently on 41%)
Other: He is a very good climber, and will often stay high above the streets even during the day. Very fast and agile.

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'Who can see snow unbroken and not long to crunch the crunch the chill of it underfoot: to make their mark on white'

Name: Katie Mansfield
Age: 24
Gender Female
Looks:

Kate

Sexuality: Bi-sexual
Personality: Zoey used to be a caring, sweet girl. She is now a sadistic, murdering bitch. Loosing her brother and the apocalypse have taken toll on this girl. She is manipulative and violent. Although she doesn't actively seek out victims, if she runs into somebody and doesn't like them then she will have her way. However she will only kill and torture those who she thinks deserve it, even if it is for small and petty reasons. Stay in her good books and you should be fine.
Bio: Josh and Katie grew up in London, England. They weren't from a particularly nice area, and didn't have the most amazing upbringing. They managed though. Katie managed to get through school and Drama college, and Josh had just started secondary school before the outbreak. A week before the outbreak started, they went on a family holiday to Amsterdam. After the first week, the infection was noticed. The next week, Amsterdam was on lockdown. Being one of the first cities too fall, they didn't have much time before everything went to shit. After a year of surviving, they had lost their parents and were on their own. They decided to try and leave the city, to try and get back to England (which at the time was still safe). After trying to get through the overrun blockades, they were separated. Just before this, they promised each other that if they somehow ended up apart, they would both stay in the city until they were reunited. 5 years later, they haven't broken this promise.
Past Occupation: She had just come out of college and was a waitress when the outbreak first started.
Weapons: A hunting rifle with 19 rounds left, a machete and a flip knife.
Inventory She wears a backpack, carrying her guns and weapons, 3 small bottles of water, some cans of food, a basic first aid kit, a change of clothes and underwear. She has a lighter and a jacket along with rope.
Other: Brilliant actress, she was going to be an actress if the world didn't end.

[GingerBoi123]

"Got something to say?"

Name: Darren

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight.

Personality: Darren is a no-shit taking, fast talker who can get around most situations either through a smooth tongue or fast feet. If you get close to Darren, he's loyal and honest. But his honesty is brutal. Darren helps out those in trouble but leaves as quick as he comes. He can't get tied down, or his morality as a normal human will make him wind up dead. At least in his opinion. Damien can be quite the cynic but he is also resourceful, having a keen eye for stuff he can find and gets a good ain from it too.

Bio: Darren doesn't like talking about his past, but what he will tell you that he travelled all around Amsterdam, using the rooftops as his streets. When it started, it all changed. Parents, Dead. Sister, Dead. Since then, he's planned to survive ever since.

Past Occupation: Unemployed.

Weapons: AK-47 with three mags in case things get hairy, but he's got his katana for good use.

Inventory: Rope, Bandage, Swiss Army Knife, Duct Tape, Flashlight, Batteries, some food.

Other: Darren knows a lot of parkour and uses this in his advantage to get around the streets quickly. Very much the scout of the group. He's a speedy little bastard. He also never takes off his face wear. Anonymity was important to him, especially if he ran into bandits.

[Be-Salted]

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[Aewin]

Name:

Maxine Alana Cross

Nickname:

Max, Allie (only by her brother)

Age:

Twenty-five

Gender:

Female

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Past Occupation:

Medical student and part time café barista

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Appearance:

Standing at 5'7" with a lithe frame, Maxine has a body of a graceful dancer. Her straight orange locks and bright brown-green eyes are the most prominent features one can recall about her, alongside her pale but freckled skin. Max has very little muscle, her body not suited to fighting zombies and other humans alike. Instead, Maxine prefers to act like a fox, sly and quiet - in and out without a sound. Her dancing background also gives Max the ability to be flexible, allowing her to squeeze into tight corners in case she needs to hide. Maxine also has a tattoo on her wrist, a result of a drunken night out with friends before the whole world-going-to-shit situation.

Maxine prefers to have her hair tied up and out of the way, either in a ponytail or braids of sorts - depending on how much free time she has that particular morning. A light-weight parka and old faded skinny jeans are Maxine's regular outfit, along with worn out converses.

Maxine also speaks with a distinct Scottish accent, an obvious hint to her heritage.

Inventory:

A simple waterproof backpack, stolen during the first few days of the apocalypse years prior. Within it, Maxine carries two bottles of water, along with some stale crackers that she only eats when desperate for food. She also has two shirts, three sets of underwear, one pair of jeans and some shorts and two pairs of socks, along with some extra female hygienic products.

Somewhere hidden in her bag, Maxine also carries two torches, with some spare batteries and a lighter. She also has a thin, ripped blanket that she carries for cold nights.

Weapons-wise, Maxine carries nothing other than a Bowie hunting knife, usually concealed in one of her many parka pockets. She also carries a medical kit; complete with various bandages, painkillers, disinfectant and a scalpel.

In her jacket, she has a crumpled picture of her family which she rarely leaves out of her sight. Maxine considers the picture her most prized possession.

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Personality:

♦ Kind ♦ Secretive ♦ Optimistic ♦ Gullible ♦

Maxine is kind to a fault. She loves helping people with their problems, often pushing her own to the back of her mind. This trait was her main motivation to study medicine and become a doctor. Maxine is not she, nor is she quiet (verbally at least) but can act more like a mother figure to those she cares about.

She prefers to keep her secrets to herself, her selfless nature often making her keep quiet about any problems because she doesn't want to burden people. Maxine rarely asks for help, her reasoning being that she 'wants to be independent.'

Her optimistic nature can often make Maxine very gullible. She prides herself on her people-reading skills, but often her judgement is clouded by her optimistic view on life.

Maxine's skills heavily rely on her dancing background. She cannot fight, preferring the sneaky-stealth method to avoid any confrontation. She is light on her feet and flexible so stealth is the best way for her to survive. However, while she prefers to avoid confrontation, it doesn't mean that she hasn't been in any fights, she knows how to use her knife well enough, thanks to her medical background.

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Biography:

Growing up in Scotland, Maxine had a very normal childhood. Everything was picture perfect: happy parents, energetic siblings, beautiful house, perfect. She was always encouraged, from a young age, to have a hobby, which Maxine eventually chose dancing - ballet, to be precise.

It wasn't long before Maxine's parents decided to move to Amsterdam. For reasons unknown, Maxine barely questioned it as she was thrust into a new environment. Still, Maxine's perfect life never changed. Gathering many friends, Maxine was soon off to university, studying to become a doctor when the apocalypse began.

Hurrying back home, Maxine found her parents lying in a pool of blood, her older brother hunched over their bodies and her younger brother missing. She never approached him - and for good reason too. After looking at her brother's decayed appearance, the girl barely managed to behead him using scattered kitchen appliances. It was then Maxine decided that once she found her younger brother, they could escape Hell together.

Six years later, she's still looking.

[Shoe Thief]

Name: Hank Miller

Age: 57

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Strait

Personality:
Hank is a survivor in basics. He will do what ever need be to survive. If he needed to he would sever one of his own limbs if it meant he would survive. He comes across as a grumpy old man when encountered with people but holds a soft spot children especially. What he doesn't have a soft spot for is people who take from others with out a just cause.

Bio:
Hank grew up as a traveling electrical engineer. Primarily he would do several side jobs to help increase his personal pay. Once the outbreak hit Hank was forced to stop traveling when he made it to Amsterdam. Though work was plentiful as the economy collapsed around him. Once it wasn't Hank started resorting to what ever means necessary to survive. Using his strength, his experience, and what ever he may find of use, he survives. Now he holds up in a small encampment inside a small apartment complex.

Former Occupation: Traveling Electrical Engineer

Inventory:
-Multie tool
-Rope
-Arrows
-Ducktape
-Copper wire
-Variety of electrical tools

Weapons:
-Compound bow
-Machete
-Tactical knife
-Hunting rifle (Generally kept within his camp)

Other:
Despite his age he is a relatively strong person. Easily stronger then average.



Name: Hunter Monroe

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Personality: Hunter was fairly young when everything went wrong. Or in his case went right. Despite having strong morals about human beings he likes or about people he thinks needs help, he can have a very dark side to him. He would definitely do some pretty... intense things if he was in the situation.

Bio: Hunter was a young teenager when things went wrong. With no idea where to go in life he just lived with his parents outside of Amsterdam. Who in turn once the outbreak hit, went to the city for protection. After the city fell and he lost connection to his parents Hunter lived scavenging anything he could to survive. Using his parents firearms to protect himself he soon became a deadly killer, despite no real combat skill or any real strength. Now he just sleeps where ever seems safe for the night.

Past occupation: School

Inventory:
-Goggles
-loose scrap
-packets of loose compounds and gunpowder
-Small knife

Weapons:
-Single barrel break action 12 gauge.
-.22 bolt action rifle
-Axe

Other: Hunter going through his adolescent phase during the outbreak has grown up learning what to do to survive instead of letting a normal life bring him to his demise.

[Jinxer]

Name: Henry Charlton
Age: 26
Gender: Male

Looks:


Sexuality: Heterosexual (bi-romantic)

Personality:
Chilled to the point of appearing unresponsive, nothing appears to fluster or stress Henry. Nor does he get excited or worked up about anything much which might lead some to assume he is devoid of emotion. The truth of the matter is that he feels everything shallowly, as if from a distance or as if it were happening to another, and he thus has time to examine and understand his feelings; albeit with a facade that seems false and slow at times.

His neutral expression is a mild smile and there is no wrath or danger in his eyes. At his best he is empathetic and warm, especially with those younger than him or he feels responsible for; even in his worst moods he is not a violent person and would rather avoid conflict than further it.

Bio: Henry followed a fairly normal life in southern England, enjoying good academic grades in a Grammar School which also prided itself on its sports achievements. His education was varied but Henry excelled in subjects such as History, Religious Studies and the knowledge-based sciences of Biology and Chemistry. Lacking a stocky build or significant height, Henry was unable to make much impact on the rugby field (his school's most prestigious sport) and turned to others like Badminton and Hockey.

With his high achievements he was able to attend Exeter University (for personal reasons he chose not to attend Oxford or Cambridge) and studied History and then gained a teaching degree the year after he graduated.

In the end, Henry ended up in Amsterdam on a school trip to visit various historical sites around the city during the initial outbreak. His group were in a museum at the time and were trapped in a single exhibit for the Napoleonic Wars. Henry made it out in an attempt to find help but quickly returned when he realised the extent of the situation; his young charges were nowhere to be found.

Past Occupation: History Teacher (High School/Secondary)

Weapons: A replica of a cavalry sabre (circa 1800) newly whetted from the Amsterdam Museum and matching sheath (plain red leather). Henry may not be great with this but his fencing lessons from university are still fresh enough in his mind and body to be useful, especially against unarmed opponents.

Inventory: A few cans of tinned food, a portable gas cooker (nicknamed 'Pocket Rocket' - it's about half a foot in length and fits onto a gas canister, unfolding to provide a base for a small pan to sit on), a travel tube of shower gel, a 2l bottle of water and a collapsible funnel (to filter water into the canteen he also carries).

Other: The children from his school trip are definitely gone but the trainee teacher (Rhiannon Jones) was nowhere to be found and is never far from Henry's thoughts.

[smarty0114]

I've done horrible things. Terrible, horrible things. But it was me, or them and I really like me.
-Tessa

Age: 21
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight

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Personality: Tessa is a cold, intense, person. She's closed off, and it takes a lot to earn her trust. She's very harsh, critiquing everything she sees. But while she puts on an Ice Queen facade most of the time, when she's among people she trusts, she's a caring person, and while she rarely laughs anymore, sometimes you can see the hint of a smile. She values loyalty above anything else, and sees any form of betrayal as an extreme offense.

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Bio: Tessa had been looking forward to a fun filled trip in Europe, researching all the historic places she'd learned of in class. Instead, she found herself fighting for her life. When the virus finally broke out, Tessa and Charlie were separated from their class. They moved from place to place for a few years, but now they've holed themselves up in an old hotel, and Tessa hopes that they might actually be able to stay there.

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Past Occupation: Student
Weapons: Tessa carries an old revolver and a metal baseball bat, though she rarely fires the gun, seeing as how she doesn't want to get mauled by zombies.
Inventory: Tessa's backpack is mainly filled with medical supplies, such as bandages, alcohol, different types of medicine, and 4 bottles of water. There are also a few changes of clothes, and a snack item or two.

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"The world went to shit before I even had a chance to live. So excuse me if I'm a little pissed."
-Charlie

Charlie Cross

Age:21
Gender: Male
Sexuality:Straight

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Personality: Charlie is a good guy. He really is. He cares about his friends, and he's loyal to them, and he'd do anything for them. He tries to find the silver linings in every shitty thing that happens to him and his companion, although there often aren't any. He's extremely resourceful and very smart. He's charismatic and is great at getting people to like him. However, despite his charming qualities, he's wiling to do what ever needs to be done to survive.

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Bio: It wasn't supposed to go like this. Charlie had been on a school trip, visiting Amsterdam from America, when the outbreak had hit. He'd been studying history one minute, and the next he was fighting for his life. He and his friend, Tessa, were separated from the rest of the class, and they've been working together to stay alive for the past six years. They're extremely close, and consider each other family. Charlie really just wants to get back to America, and try to find his family, although he doesn't foresee that happening anytime soon.

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Past Occupation: Student
Weapons:
Charlie carries a hunting rifle, something that he doesn't use because he's almost out of ammo, and it attracts zombies. His main weapon is an old, antique sword that he and Lilly found in an abandoned house. He's kept the weapon in good condition, and it slices through the zombies like butter. Inventory: Charlie's backpack is almost bursting with items. He's got plenty of canned goods, and some other snack foods, as well as a roll of bandages, some rubbing alcohol, a few spare bullets, a picture of his family, a few changes of clothes, and 3 water bottles.

[Sven the Silent]

Name: Alex de Fries.

Age: 31 years old.

Gender: Male.

Appearance:
(The gear he is currently wearing has been stolen from a deceased police officer, since then he pretends to have been an officer himself in order to make people more trustworthy of him. Not only that but people surely expect a former police officer to be able to handle a firearm well, probably better then themselves.)

Physical Shape: In his youth Alex favoured playing soccer with his friends over going to the gym, as the experience was more fun and competitive. As he got older he no longer really had the chance to play soccer and thus shifted his attention at going to the gym, favouring staying in shape and having noticeable muscle tone over actually maintaining and developing a six-pack or more. The Apocalypse has tested his staminia and certainly increased it as well. Fortunately however, cycling everywhere and having regular workouts provided him with the healthy base he needed to be able to survive in this new world.

Sexuality: Hetrosexual.

Personality: Alex can be quite sociable and has no problem engaging in conversation or talking infront of groups, he however enjoys his alone time and often takes a few hours of the day for himself so he can relax and read a good book. History is his passion and it's only fitting that he himself, is old fashioned as well. Because of this he is always the gentlemen, looking out for women more so then he would for a man.

This goes in line with his hesitation to fight a woman, whether that be through words or with physical violence. His attitude to men is much different, he expects any man to take care of himself and he frowns upon men that express their emotions rather then keeping them bottled up inside.

Alex is lucky enough to have an aura of natural charm and a bright smile. He treats everyone nice and with respect, actively listening to whoever is talking to him. Yet if someone annoys him he will be quick to ignore them and should that person find himself in a situation where they need his help, he will simply watch them fail and extreme cases, die.

Background: After the outbreak of the infection in his country first started, the government attempted to set up quarantine zones. The quarantine zones did not manage to hold back the spread for very long and in most cases the quarantine zones were breached within a week. All and all, quarantine control in such a dense country surrounded by other dense countries proved to be rather difficult.

In the early days of the outbreak, Alex stayed in his home town, content on reinforcing and securing his own house. Believing that the government would be able to contain and eliminate the virus and the people that carried it. Soon however, it became evident that this was not the case and that all the larger cities had already degraded into anarchy.

Once it became abundantly clear that The Netherlands was no longer safe, Alex started considering other options such as England, Ireland, Iceland. There were supposed to be safe an free of the virus, yet the transport to England had almost ceased to exist. Airports certainly weren't an option anymore, the only alternative would be crossing by boat. Unfortunately, that would require finding a boat. One in working order too, that wasn't an easy task anymore.

In the end, a lot of time and supplies were wasted on finding a boat, whether it was in working order or not. But by then England had already decended into chaos, it was no longer the safe heaven it once was, or atleast that were the rumours that made it back to The Netherlands. Alex, now discouraged and facing a boat that required repairs to function, simply decided to abandon the boat and his plans to travel to England.

With all safe havens in the world gone, there was nothing left but try and survive in the place he already lived. For the past six years he just been moving from place to place, scavenging what he can and just attempting to find somewhere safe to settle down.

Past Occupation: History professor at a university, and amateur historian.

Inventory: Alex still carries his phone from before the outbreak, savouring the pictures on it but keeping it off for most periods of time, attempting to preserve the battery. He also carries his old wallet, filled with money, small change, his identification, drivers license and various other things that no longer hold any meaning in this world.

Police belt that still holds a pair of handcuffs, keys, a primary flashlight with no more juice in the batteries, secondary flashlight, baton holder without a baton, disposable gloves and mask, taser and a bottle of pepperspray.

The backpack on his back contains two large bottles of water, five variations of canned food, a roll of tinfoil, a half empty bottle of deoderant, a full tube of toothpaste, toothbrush, two journals in which he can write down his thoughts or notes on the infection, a small box of pencils, pencil sharpener, a packet of condoms, razor, shaving cream, three sets of clean underwear, four pairs of socks, two shirts, one jacket, two pairs of blue jeans.

Weapons: Steel pipe with a double tee pipe fitting fastened to it. The double tee has one large steel bolt tightly secured on each end, resembeling a sledgehammer but at the size of a hand held axe and with only a fraction of the weight that an actual sledgehammer would be. The materials required to craft the weapon are easy to find and require little technical knowledge to assemble, which makes it the perfect melee weapon, favouring the ability to knock down and force back enemies over inflicting pure damage like a blade would.

Walther P99Q semi-automatic pistol that has unfortunately suffered a malfunction and despite looking fire ready, is unable to preform. Lack of knowledge and experience on weapon maintenance has prevented its user from fixing the issue. The weapon in its current form can only be used as a last resort melee weapon or to intimidate Humans that do not know about its defective state.

[GodOfChaos]

Viktor Anatolievich Kovshevnikov

Name:
Viktor Anatolievich Kovshevnikov
Age:
26
Gender:
Male
Looks:

Apperance

Sexuality:
Straight
Personality:
Viktor has a mentality of showing no mercy. Getting into bad situations with him will be difficult to get out of. He will let you know when you get him angry, and he only allows one warning. When he says he will do something, he will do it. Viktor lacks a sense of humor and doesn't smile an awful lot. His face can seem unfriendly, especially with what is recently going on. He tends to be a risk taker and leaves behind those that don't keep up. Viktor does have a soft side, even if he won't admit it. With all the recent chaos, there are no guarantees that you will get on his good side. Viktor is probably one of the most formidable allies to have in times like these.
Bio:
Originally, Viktor was sent in with a squad of men to take in civilians and direct them to safe haven. They were supposed to be a relief force to the area. They were joined by a few German soldiers they had run into along the way. The story was that command had cut off communications with them and left them to die. The leader of the Russian squad at the time, Captain Edik Yakovich, decided that they would be a good crew to have with them, especially for the fact that they knew their way around the area. After about a week or two, and only signs of cannibalistic hell spawns, the German soldiers became odd. According to the captain, they were planning to turn on the squad. Viktor and one of his comrades killed them with their own knives that night. They left the group as food for the crazies and decided to bug out towards the outskirts of town.

Within the next two weeks, Viktor had only two men on their side, and no communication with their original command post, which was over ran during the third week of the Spetsnaz groups operation. The Captain and a sergeant got into a quarrel and eventually all both men had guns pointed at each other. They even drew their side arms and pointed it at Viktor. During the heat of yelling and looking at each other, Viktor drew his side arm and without hesitation raised both of his weapons and put a bullet in their heads. He took what he thought was necessary and took off.

Recently, things have gotten worse and Viktor is just aiming to survive. He is trying to do what he can to live. He has had to kill people because of his distrust in them. He has lived off of food from others and he has been able to conserve much of his ammo. He has decided that he will try and find a few people to get used to. His new goal is to get a save haven going, for he has realized that the only chance humanity has, is by working together.
Past Occupation:
A soldier with the Spetsnaz GRU.
Weapons:
An AKMS (Rifle in the picture) along with a MP-443 Grach, resting in a thigh holster on his right leg, and a Kizlyar DV-2 sitting on his left boot. He has six spare magazines for his AKMS, which are empty and only seven bullets in his current magazine. He has three spare magazines for his MP-443 Grach, which are also empty, except for the full magazine which is already in the pistol.
Inventory:
Besides the pouches on his vest that carry magazines, he also has a flashlight which is almost dead, with a spare pair of batteries he picked up off of a fellow comrade. The batteries are at half life. The rest of his stuff is in his backpack. He carries a canteen, a basic first aid kit, three MREs, rope with a carabiner clip, a fire starting kit, and a few extra filters for his gas mask.
Other:
N/A