So I got two potential characters, feel free to deny either or both lol: 

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[b]Name:[/b] Vivian Vanbrooke 

[b]Villain Name:[/b] The Reaper, known notoriously for killing super heroes (and non-heroes who stand in her way)

[b]Age:[/b] 25

[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Appearance:[/b] Her round face and narrow golden brown eyes are typical of people of Eastern descent, and her dark hair falls straight, stopping just short of her chin. What little strength she has is in her toned legs--she lived a life on the run, after all. Her clothing of choice is mostly neutral colors: browns, blacks, and greys, not that she has A LOT of choice in the post apocalyptic world. However, the intimidation she was going for is easily lost to her size: she stands no taller than 5'3" and weighs in at only about 105 lbs. Other notable characteristics are the many earrings, piercings on the side of her nose and belly button, and the dragon tattoo that starts on her upper arm and extends to her back. 

[b]Costume Description:[/b] When it was worth wearing a costume, she wore a gas mask to hide her face and a tailed, dark coat over black. She also wore platform boots to make herself look taller than she really is. Her weapon of choice was a scythe--emphasizing her mission and message against heroes. She would rarely speak under this alias and she did, she kept it short due to her accent and gender being a potential give away to her real identity. But she has hung up her weapon and armor in this zombie infected world. No one would like her much if they knew she used slice people, and as plain old Vivian Vanbrooke, she can depend on people to take care of her in areas she's not as strong.

[b]Power:[/b] The Reaper was known for their annoying teleportation abilities. In a poof of black smoke, they would be here and then there or there. Their best kept secret is that it was limited by her vision; if they couldn't sense her destination, they couldn't teleport there and blinding them would prevent teleportation completely. Vivian, however, does not wish to reveal her power to anyone.

[b]Unique Traits: [/b][list]
[*]Weapon handling: most notably long arm weapons. Give her a makeshift spear or any sort of pole arm and she can fend for herself a little too well.
[*]Charisma: So she's a little out of it right now. But if you need someone buttered up and give Vivian enough reason to do it, she will after taking a moment to relax.[/list]
[b]Personality: [/b]V has always comes off as pretty laid back. She can be charming enough when she wants to be, but typically isn't. She can be pretty arrogant as well--not only does she think she's better than pretty much everyone else, she believes she's smarter than them, too. And while she can be cunning, she can easily underestimate others. Her strengths lie in her street smarts, charisma, and independence. On the other hand, working with others is a chore. She's also attracted to danger and the unknown--it interests her. 

Post Outbreak, she's having a little more trouble being chill. She's on edge, paranoid, and tends to go for sarcasm before charm these days. She of course still believes herself to be God's gift to mankind and will put herself before others. And she still hasn't really learned to work [I]with[/I] others, but she has no problem sitting by and letting them do work for her. Everything considered, it's probably easy to get a "bad vibe" from Vivian, but she's careful not to adhere to social expectations and not step too far over the line.

[b]Mental State:[/b] Less than intact. The stress of having to deal with what's left of society without taking on her The Reaper persona is difficult for her. She's almost always worried about what would happen if her identity was discovered, but she simultaneously doesn't believe anyone in backwoods country Kansas to be smart enough to figure it out. 

[b]Pre Outbreak:[/b] Vivian was born across the Atlantic to a pair of dentists in southern England. All her youth, she was pushed toward education and tradition when all she wanted was to explore and experience the world. Instead of continuing to higher education, she skipped out and followed her at-the-time boyfriend's band to America. However, the band broke up, then they broke up, and Vivian was alone in a foreign country. For a few years, she bounced between jobs trying to make a living. 

When her powers developed, all that changed: she took what she wanted and no longer worried about where her next paycheck or meal was coming from. Super [I]Heroes[/I] however, didn't quite like that. So she donned a secret identity and would continue her antics to lure heroes out...only to kill them. When that became too dangerous, she stopped playing bait and would simply sneak an attack on a hero when they let their guard down--usually right after they "saved the day" or some shit like that. 

Her influence had grown so much that she only needed to show up to a bank or store and she was left alone to take what she wished. Life was great. 

[b]Post Outbreak:[/b] Then zombies came out of left field to mess up the perfectly good thing she had going. Of course, if it wasn't the outbreak, a brave and powerful hero may have finally stopped Vivian, but she's pretty convinced only something like this could bring an end to her reign. 

When the outbreak began, she knew it wouldn't be good for anyone but she kept to herself, watching from the sidelines. However, when heroes started turning and passing their powers on, she knew she had to get involved. It was kinda her specialty, after all. So, reluctantly, The Reaper joined the battle against zombies--earning a temporary truce from heroes that remained--but there was only so much they could do. 

When the war was loss, The Reaper disappeared again. And Vivian began her travels in post-apocalyptic America. She moved toward Kansas City from New York by jumping between settlements, usually avoiding ones with heroes, and mooching off the community to survive. However, at the first sign of bad, she would continue west again. When she came across people who thought they were better on their own, she would kill them without a second thought and take supplies that needed. 

Her pattern continued and now here she is, in Kansas City, with this settlement. 
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[hider=Lillah]
[b]Name:[/b] Lillah Lawson

[b]Age: [/b]21

[b]Gender: [/b]Female

[b]Appearance:[/b]  She has a straight, boyish figure and a short haircut to match. Although lean, she’s muscular as well: her limbs are toned and the beginnings of abs sit at her mid drift. However, she doesn’t really go out of her way to show off her rectangle-esque physique, save for her arms since–when she’s not wearing a coat or sweatshirt–she prefers tank tops and other sleeveless tops. Under said tops, she typically wears a sports bra. Her skin is dark olive in complexion and her eyes a light brown. Her hair is dark brown, as well, and stops just short of the bottom of her ears. She has a long-ish face, high cheek bones, and a sharp nose. She stands at 5'8" and weighs in at about 140 lbs.

[b]Unique Traits: [/b][list]
[*]Athletic: in high school she ran a lot track and after graduation she turned to strength training as well. And now in Post Outbreak world, extra time that she would've spent laying about playing video games is dedicated instead to keeping up with her work outs. 
[*]Guns: she didn't know shit about weaponry going into the  post outbreak world, but her dad taught her a lot. Including...
[*]Hunting/Preparing meat: Give Lillah your dead rabbit and she can make ya some stew. It won't taste super good--she was taught what to do in post outbreak world so she puts nutrition and practicality above taste.[/list]
[b]Personality:[/b] Lillah has always been the loner type: she’s silently broody and keeps to herself. She’s angry by default and isn’t very patient with people–but has developed the self-control to deal with them despite. Her sense of humor is lacking and she’ll roll her eyes before she laughs. She’s a person who’s hard to get to know and doesn’t show much interest in getting to know others either. She’s brave, but not stupid, and very independent. She believes she knows how to take care of herself, and therefore has trouble accepting help from others. Once one does get to know her, they’ll find that she’s extremely loyal and protective. 

Post outbreak, she hasn't changed very much. She's a little harder on herself since surviving means more than struggling to go about her day to day life. However, she feels she has more purpose; she carries herself a little more confidently despite struggling with depression. While she still isn't the most patient or empathetic when it comes to others, she at least makes the effort to work with them. She's also learning that while it's good to help others, it's okay to accept help too. 

[b]Mental State:[/b] Lillah is dealing with post outbreak life oddly well; to her, the world was kinda shit anyway even with heroes flying about it. Only now she doesn't have a steady dosage of anti-depression pills, so she might seem a little lazy to others and has even more trouble staying motivated. 

[b]Pre Outbreak:[/b]
 Lillah doesn’t remember, but she was taken away from her birth parents quite early because of infant abuse. The orphanage she was briefly raised in believed the trauma to be the cause of her introverted nature, for even when she did come out of her shell, she was often rude to the other children and caretakers. Still, she was happily adopted by a couple by the name of Lawson, who probably felt a little bit like they could "fix" a problem child. They didn't, but she was at least happy and they loved her all the same.

High school was tough on her and it's when she was diagnosed with depression. Even with psychiatric therapy, she struggled to care enough to do little more than pass. So come sophomore year, she added track to her list of activities—but not willingly. The school and her parents both thought it could help her. And admittedly, it did. There definitely days where she would have preferred staying home and playing video games, but track helped her feel better and look better, boosting some confidence in herself. 

Regardless, adolescence was a struggle for a Lillah and the emergence of super heroes and villains had her angsty ass rolling eyes. "Super powered freaks? This can only go well," she would bitterly comment. 
 
[b]Post Outbreak:[/b]
Between the three of them, Lillah's mother was the first to go. The zombies tore her apart before turning was even an issue, overrunning their suburban home. Without much of a choice, she and her father fled and began to struggle to survive. He was a veteran and they were both physically fit. This and their shared emotional disconnect is what allowed them to live so long with just the two of them. In quiet moments, they would grieve over the lost of her mother and their home and their life, but most of the time they were alert. 

It was one night while Lillah was supposed to be on watch that she drifted into sleep. She had usually done well, but the stash of anti-depressants she had grabbed when they fled had run out and the sadness and sleepiness was more than she could take. Her watches had always been so quiet, too, that part of her figured it was just fine if she nodded off for a moment...

She awoke to a gunshot and before she could take anything in, her father and her were fleeing again. Only when they finally found shelter again, it turned out he had been bit. Not having much time after, he gave the gun to Lillah. Again, both of them had always been emotionally distant as individuals, so the time was awkward and sad, but they tried. In the end, he was just starting to turn when Lillah had to shoot him to protect herself. 

Lillah did alright on her own for a while, but the stress and exhaustion that came with constant vigilance [I]alone[/I] caught up with her. When the others found her, she was playing musical chairs with a few zombies, stopping only to shoot at them. But again, being so out of it, she slipped up--nearly getting bit before being saved. So she's stuck with them since and is doing a lot better.[/hider]