[hider=Caius Pinto]
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[color=f7941d]Gender:[/color]

Male

[color=f7941d]Age:[/color]

Sixteen

[color=f7941d]PreWar Occupation:[/color]

Street peddler.

[color=f7941d]Physical description:[/color]

Caius has short brown hair. His eyes are a dark brown with a harsh tone set into them. He's not exactly tall, only coming in at about 5'7. His body type is a mix between scrawny and muscular. Most of the time he can be seen walking on his toes. 

[color=f7941d]Clothes:[/color]

A navy colored hoodie with the hood cut off, oyster colored cargo pants, and a pair of running shoes.

[color=f7941d]Weapons:[/color]

-A homemade spiked bat with barbed wire rolled over it.
-A few throwing knives that he only uses if it's a desperate situation.

[color=f7941d]Gear:[/color]

-A 5.11 'Rush 12' tactical backpack, ACU digital camo.
-A small toolkit that includes: 12-foot tape measure, claw hammer, 6-inch slip joint pliers, eight SAE hex keys, ratcheting bit driver, 8-inch scissors, 20 bits, plastic knife, four precision screwdrivers
-Black Mechanix Gloves
-Flint and steel
-Deck of cards
-Hunting multitool

[color=f7941d]Backstory:[/color]

 Caius was kicked out of the house at fourteen after being accused of threatening to gut his little brother. He didn't even make an effort to fight since it was... Well, true. Maybe he was holding up a knife and pretending to stab at the air with a menacing grin. But it was only because he was curious about death. 

 And when everything started? Well, he was passed out drunk in some vacant warehouse. The only thing that woke him up were shouts about a virus. When he stepped outside and saw the dismay New York was in, he immediately started to run. Running for some unknown place to find somewhere he thought of as 'haven'. He avoided large masses of people, quarantine zones, and refugee camps. He instead resorted to safe alleys where people like him flourished around small fires in barrels made out of old newspapers. His fellow community members weren't the type to take pity on anyone -- most of them taught him how to fix crank and handheld radios and survival skills for the promise of him going out and looting buildings to get what they needed.

 But then people started to disappear one-by-one within the night. Noticing this, Caius decided to complete one more trade: looking for someone's cat in a hotel in exchange for a toolkit. Luckily for him he got the toolkit up front. Upon arrival to the hotel he was greeted with a .22lr round that nearly got lodged into his cranium. Upon leaving the hotel he left with a friend.
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[hider=Easton Jacoby]
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"I am looking at the stars. They are so far away. And their light takes so long to reach us. All we see of stars are their old photographs."
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[color=00746b]Gender:[/color]

Male - FTM Transgender

[color=00746b]Age:[/color]

Nineteen.

[color=00746b]PreWar Occupation:[/color]

Programmer/coder, and a web host. 

[color=00746b]Physical description:[/color]

Easton's skin tone is tan due to his mixed heritage of Swedish and African American. His hair is an ash blond color, that's short and matted with blood. He suffers from central heterochromia iridum, which causes his eyes to be two colors. His iris' are blue, however, in the central of the eye (around the pupil) they're orange. He's 6'10 but has little muscle to make up for it, so Easton is pretty lanky. Surprisingly, however, he's a fast runner from playing football/soccer.

[color=00746b]Clothes:[/color]

-A baseball cap.
-Grunge styled flannel shirt underneath a sleeveless fleece vest - both are stained and dirty.
-Looted pair of work boots

[color=00746b]Weapons:[/color]
-Ranger Model 103-2 Bolt Action 22lr
-Slingshot

[color=00746b]Gear:[/color]
-A 5.11 'Rush 72' tactical backpack
-A few canned rations
-RWS R100 Premium 22lr rounds
-Smooth and jagged rocks for slingshot
-Small pot for cooking
-Crudely made snare trap out of wire

[color=00746b]Backstory:[/color]

 If anyone Easton knew beforehand was alive, they'd easily know where he was while the world was going to all hell. In his dark, cold room programming the latest security software for his popular web host, Tiem Hosting, or playing video games. Both happened to be correct. The only time he realized something was wrong happened to be when the other people in his Skype group began to go haywire, continuously asking if everyone was okay and warning about 'horrors' of going outside, and sending very, very graphic images. 

 Even then he wasn't completely sold until everything started to get... Loud. New York City was loud before, but the loud he experienced was more dark and disturbing. Screams and cries. And of course looks out of his window to see utter mayhem. So of course he does the logical thing and starts packing anything he saw of use.

 Months later he's a lone traveler. The complete opposite of what he was before everything fell apart. He's no longer the socially awkward geek. His programming skills are no longer useful. How much money he has no longer matters, and he can't just order take-out from the nearest pizza place. Easton is left starving for human reaction, desensitized, and a pathetic wreck. Until Caius came across him holed up in an old hotel. After bonding over the horrors they saw, ever since they became an inseparable duo. Caius taught Easton survival skills whilst Easton began to teach him Swedish, strategy, and gave him 'school courses' that he had missed out on.

[color=00746b]Other:[/color]

Knows Swedish and basic Spanish. [/center]
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