ALL APPROVED AND ACTIVE CHARACTERS WILL BE POSTED IN THIS THREAD, BY ME. Two posts below this is the CHARACTER OVERFLOW because I guess we exceeded the character max in this post... ------ [hider=Jon Erikson (Azseth)]Name: Jon Erikson Age: 29 Occupation: Government top secret data clerk and server technician Family life: Single Hair: Brown Eyes: Brown Weight: 185 pounds Blood type: O+ Reason for government interest: Jon has top secret clearance to the top most tiers of the government. He is also capable of running and maintaining computer networks of top secret level. Picture: [img=http://i1246.photobucket.com/albums/gg612/azseth/Urban.jpg] Bio: Via his CIA service record, Jon Erikson was born and raised in the streets of Chicago. His early childhood was typical, he grew up playing hockey and taking krav maga lessons until his parents both lost their jobs and could not afford to pay for either. He continued to train at the Krav Maga center while working to pay for his lessons by cleaning and helping maintain the grounds. His parents fought most of the time, each blaming the other for their financial situation and Jon distanced himself from both as most kids do. Eventually his mother filed for divorce and about a month later, both were killed by a drunk driver. Because he had no extended family and no care takers, he was given to the state at age 14. His schooling lagged as he had no true guidance and motivation. Eventually he dropped out and worked full time training and tending to the Krav Maga center. He was given a small room there and that seemed to be enough for him. His training led him to meet a handful of recruiters for the military and one day he signed up for the army. After taking an asvab test, his scores were too low to enlist. One of the recruiters noticed his computer comprehension was through the roof however, and he then set Jon up on a government grant that allowed him to go to college for 5 years almost free. He was moved to Washington DC to learn how to institute a government top secret server from top to bottom and maintain it and it’s security. Over the 5 years or so, his job was mostly menial data entry and systems checks although his job would take him outside the country and all over the US on a routine basis. He was trained in how to use firearms, hand to hand combat (on top of his krav maga background), first aid, outdoor survival and a myriad of other arenas that the CIA deemed necessary. When The Awakening happened, the government started pulling in a handful of assets inside and isolating them to keep accountability. Later, when things got exceptionally bad, they put together a CDC/Homeland Security facility, called The Southern Facility where they would gather assets that they knew were immune and who would be of some value once the outbreaks ceased. The outbreaks did not cease… [/hider] [hider=Fuad Najasir (Azseth)]Name: Fuad Najasir Age: 25 Occupation: None – former student, failed EMT training Family life: single. Sex: male. Hair: brown. Eyes: brown. Weight: 185 lbs. Blood type: O+. Immune: yes. Gear: backpack with mismatched clothes. A sawed off 12g Remington shotgun w/ half a box of shells. A crowbar. He has a “fanny pack” of various emergency medical equipment while there are other medical supplies in his main pack. He made “armor” out of motorcycle riding gear. Instead of the whole jacket, he cut off the sleeves and legs in two different sizes: medium for the warmer weather and then XL for when it was cold and had to go over clothing. While he was bitten and almost had an arm broken, this DID save him from the bite getting to actual skin and possibly infecting him. Additionally, he found a steel gauntlet on a corpse, which he uses in the OPPOSITE hand he swings his crowbar with. Picture: [img=http://i1246.photobucket.com/albums/gg612/azseth/S2char.jpg] Bio: Fuad was born in a predominantly Arab suburb of Phoenix, AZ. His family were Muslims, as was the majority of his community. He grew up fairly privileged, his father being a business executive for a computer company and his mother ran a series of Arab based shops locally. Fuad had little problems growing up and all seemed well enough until his older brother died due to severe medical complications brought on by a pulmonary condition. He remembered his brother sobbing the night before, not wanting to die, being scared and unsure. He loathed his family for years after, as all they said were religious spoonfed crap. “It’s in Allah’s hands.” “You’ll be happier.” “You won’t suffer any more.” None of it consoled him and he had to be medicated once his heart rate wouldn’t slow. His brother never woke up. After that, Fuad became somewhat estranged to his family after he ceased practicing and accepting Islam into his life. At first, it was just a choice for himself, but after family resented him and made comments about it, he began having more conflict with more and more family members until he really ceased talking to anyone but his mother, father and sister. He gradually hovered in an area between deism and being an atheist, and some days agnostic. But mostly, he didn’t really care. After finishing school, he got a partial scholarship for running cross country and went away for 2 years. Not long after, he dropped out and came home. He decided finally that he wanted to do something to help people, not just work a job to make money like his father. Now that he had grown up, he seen that while his father and mother were great providers, they were not around as parents, not good role models. They had OTHER people take him to school, make dinner, drive him around. They were always too busy focusing on money or their social image. After fighting and almost threatening to leave forever, his father finally decided to give in and pay Fuad’s way through EMT training. He studies and practiced but the first time he took the test, he failed. He was pissed and crushed, but a few current EMTs and the instructor even said that over 80% of EMTs failed their first test, and over half still failed the second. He was in the middle of studying for that second potentially failed test when The Awakening happened. It was horrible and he still had nightmares about it. He heard about it on the news, but it was all downplayed, but the internet, you can’t lie on the internet. He read and watched himself into a paranoia and told his family they needed to leave. His father said they couldn’t, his mom and sister were both sick. Then, to Fuad’s amazement, his father started telling him how it was a hoax and not real, and if this alleged outbreak WAS real, then the holy and righteous would be saved. The middle of a global pandemic, and his father used it as an opportunity to throw Fuad’s lack of faith back in his face. Later that night, he was still reading up on things when he heard arguing downstairs, then yelling. Then some crashing at the front door. He heard his father yelling and then screaming in pain. He looked down the bottom of the stairs and seen two forms over his father, one was his sister, and she was tearing into him as he screamed. Then he looked and his mother was standing less than 10 feet away in her door way and she rushed him. He knew instantly what was happening, and why they were “sick” earlier, but it was too late now. He didn’t say anything or react, instinct just pushed her outstretched arms in the directions of the stairs, which she feel down at horrible angles, mostly on her head and neck. Then, she hissed and started to try to crawl back up the stairs, her neck bent at a horrible angle. He threw up on the stairs. After a moment, he turned to his room, grabbed a baseball bat and the largest of the 3 set samurai sword set he had (a gift from a highschool girl friend actually) and threw some clothes in a bag. Then he opened his window and crawled down the pipe, the one he used to sneak out for years and shimmied down. The scene around him was straight from a horror movie. It wasn’t like the movies. There were no cars peeling out. No explosions. Just people. People running. People screaming. Forms moving in the night. No houses were on fire. There was an occasional burst of gunfire, but everything going on around him was almost overwhelming. He took off at a light jog, picking up speed when he needed too, never realizing his cross country days would help him run out of the carnage. He’d been running, walking, or driving East ever since, hearing that the Marine Base in Missouri was an infection free zone[/hider] [hider=Harris Godson (Azseth)]Name: Harris "GodZILa" Godson Age: 22 Occupation: Former hacker; acquitted of crimes to work for gov't Family life: Single Hair: Sandy brown Eyes: Hazel Weight: 155 pounds Blood type: B+ Reason for government interest: Harris is a (former) world renown computer hacker. His skills are unparalleled, and he also has a lot of background in computer and networks, from the ground up. Picture: [img=http://i1246.photobucket.com/albums/gg612/azseth/damon-drecker-s2-1024_zps7fc6a0d0.jpg] Bio: Harris was born in a privileged home, not really knowing much hardship, aside from those that he brought down upon himself. His parents were wealthy, his father being a top executive at a global petroleum company while his mother was simply a rich, pampered socialite. The two rarely had time for him, especially as he got older, and he spent most of his time being raised by housekeepers and the such. Because he lived in a large, relatively isolated home and was home-schooled, he took to computers and the internet after being exposed to them one time. He quickly got sucked in, doing everything from building computers, social networking and gaming to maintaining servers. At the young age of 10, he got into hacking, and if Harris was a savant in terms of computers and technology, then his prowess at hacking may have had him labeled a god. He found him doing things not really because he needed to, but simply because he could do them. He would steal money and identities, he'd change his grades and even wrote erroneous articles in newspapers and on websites. For many years, he stuck to what one could consider low key crimes. He didn't need money, or great grades, he simply did it because he could. His parents didn't care one way or another. Then at 13 he was exposed to the powers of actual malicious hacking and took to it. He started compromising corporate servers, hacking sensative mainframes and eventually got to the point that he was worming his way into government systems and causing chaos. These activities were not limited the the US and he was on half a dozen lists globally as a wanted criminal, even though they had no idea who he was or what he looked like. "ZIL" or "Godzilla" was his screen name and he was revered in the underground world of hacking and even was made mention in large, public online circles. The fact that he was rich and had cash resources, then was extremely intelligent, compounded with the ease at which wireless devices would be purchased and used, he was untraceable for over 7 years. Then, just like every other successful man who falls from grace, he was brought to heel by a woman scorned. After he posted pictures of him at a party to which she was not invited, and there was a picture of Harris with his arm around another girl, she flipped out and called local authorities to let them know about him. She wasn't thinking at the time, and simply called to tell them that he was "watching and trading a shit load of child pornography," not realizing that in doing this, the metaphorical Pandora's Box was opened. After a simple test of his security protocols, none of which were available anywhere else, nor were the agents able to even poke a small hole in it, they realized they were dealing with someone more capable than a rich kid watching porn. They called in the FBI and had no idea that in doing so, they'd be reeling in one of the biggest catches in the history of E-Cases. What started as serving a warrant for suspicion of distributing child pornography turned into a feeding frenzy. At 20 years old, Harris was put in prison on a myriad of hacking related crimes, ultimately given 55 years without chance for parole. At no point in his stay would he ever be allowed to touch any electronic device with any form of interface. Prior to going to prison, he and his lawyers came up with an agreement: Harris would be released into custody, be allowed to live at home, but on a form of modified parole and house arrest. He would be monitored at all times, via multiple methods, to include 2 agents near him at all times. He was given a computer that was monitored by a modified program he created that would only allow the most basic of computer access, similar to parental filters on tvs and devices. He was miserable and sullen, a shell of who he used to be even in spite of aiding in the closing of several investigations. He finally found interest again on Valentine's Day, when things started to go wrong. He spent the first day looking at things online in regards to this when without warning, agents came into his room and removed him. He was driven for hours, from Illinois to Missouri, and when the vehicle stopped at a facility, an agent entered the vehicle and explained that, in light of the potential epidemic around the world, he would be moved here for future considerations. Once the situation was handled, he would be released, but an asset like him could not be jeopardized. Harris had no idea what exactly was going on, but when he tried to fight, he was hit with a stun baton and woke up in his room. After repeated conversations with people via the comm system, it was deduced that more or less, he was stuck here, nothing he said would matter and he'd be let out eventually, and things would go back to how they were before being imprisoned. [/hider] [hider=Abel (Exit)]Name: Abel Age: 36 Hair: Dirty Blonde Eyes: Grey Weight: 190lbs Picture: [img=http://31.media.tumblr.com/bd4cfb21c8574bbc9d9c8dc56dff583d/tumblr_msp9kc313T1qcga5ro1_500.jpg] Blood type: O+ Immune: No Family life: Married. Fathered a single child by the name of Claudette. Occupation: PreRise, Abel, known by a different name, worked as CEO for his family's multibillion dollar company. Gear: On his back is a simple North Face Vault pack: Tin can of jerky like meat Can of Spam Can of Peaches Water bottle x2 First Aid Kit -Scissors -Roll of gauze -KFC hand wipe pack x10 10x36 Monocular Flashlight Box of ammunition -9mm rds x9 Map of Missouri Pen Lighter On his hip is a holster and a strap: 9mm Handgun Machete Around his neck: Gas mask Dream catcher pendent In his pockets: 3" Switchblade Wallet -2 Dollar bill -Forever Yours candy bar wrapper Lint Bio: Before the Rise, Abel lead a life clouded by the mundane musings of business. His family, starting with is great great grandfather, created and ran a successful enterprise that would one day be worth billions of dollars. Abel's father would eventually take up the mantle after his father retired and when Abel came of age, he followed in their footsteps. Naturally being driven and focused, a trait that seemed to blossom in their family, he was quick to learn the trade and before long, found himself at the head of their family's fortune. From there, life simply took over and he found himself moving along his years as if on auto pilot. He would eventually marry at the young age of 24, taking the hand of the beautiful blue eyed black hair girl of his dreams, Anne. Together they would have a child, a girl, that they named Claudette and who Abel hoped would be next in line to run the company. The three of them took up new residence in New York with a condo that overlooked the Hudson River. Claudette would enroll in a prestigious school while taking lessons at home from a private tutor. Anne would return to work and Abel would run his company from home, making occasional visits to their local branch. Things looked positive for the new family if not a little rigid and controlled. The first rumors of the pandemic were dismissed by both himself and those around him. They began by playing it off as nothing but a hoax, a scare that would eventually shimmer down into a dull memory in the back of everyone's mind. People would laugh about how governments had begun to prepare for a zombie apocalypse and dinner conversations were filled with the what if's and what nots. Then pictures and videos began to surface. Anne would come home dragging the grape vines in with her and his daughter, now at the confusing age of 12, would sit at the dinner table with nothing but fear and questions to share. Eventually the news became too large an issue to ignore and plans were made to pack and leave with a vacation in the Pacific in mind. The world never intended them to leave however. Nine months after the rise and Abel finds himself stumbling around Missouri having been separated from the group he'd been traveling with.[/hider] [hider=Luke Porter (MST3K 4ever)]Name: Luke Porter (A-K-A Arron Miller) Age: 44 Occupation: Former C-I-A Operative Family: Barbara Miller (Wife), Eric (Son), Roy (Father), Elizabeth (Mother). All believed to be dead though unconfirmed. Appearance: [img=http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Zu7w1IXnAg/TgEKxuwogYI/AAAAAAAAABY/nDjuSp5IG4Q/s1600/Steve-McQueen-Bullitt_LRG.jpg] Wears blue jeans, a black shirt, hiking boots, a black fedora, and a St. Jude medallion he got from his father. Luke has an athletic build at 6’1”, however he is in his mid-40s so his body is starting to show signs that he is getting older (takes a little longer for sore muscles to heal, not the fastest or strongest man in the world) but he can more than hold his own. Blood Type: O + Immune: Yes. Bio: Aaron was born and raised on a farm on the outskirts of Charlottesville, Va. He was an all-state strong safety for his state championship high-school football team which got him a scholarship to UVA. Aaron excelled at football and if he worked hard enough he might’ve had a career in the NFL. However football was not a passion with Aaron he was much more into his studies to the point they almost became an obsession with him. Aaron graduated not only a year early but with a double major in political science and criminal justice. Graduating school a year early and with a double major caught the attention of a gentleman by the name of Allen Farrell. Allen was recruiter for the C-I-A and saw great potential in Aaron. Aaron was going to be content just working as a State Trooper while pursuing a dream of joining the Secret Service, but the prospect of being a C-I-A operative was too good to pass up. Allen was right Aaron took to his C-I-A training like a fish to water. Aaron was a natural and it seemed to have not only the intelligence for the C-I-A but the physical skills. It was during his time at Langley that Aaron met Barbara Rhodes a computer analyst. The two fell in love and were soon married and Aaron’s star within the C-I-A was on the rise. It seemed as though life was a song and Aaron was its singer. Until 9/11 and that was when everything changed. Aaron had been trying to warn his superiors of the pending attack .Aaron had seen all the signs and Intel and knew what was coming. Once it happened Luke was called into his superiors for a meeting. Aaron thought he would be brought in on the task force that was being organized to deal with 9/11; Aaron was wrong. At the meeting his e-mails were destroyed along with his computer. The C-I-A didn’t want any evidence that was foreknowledge of the attacks. From that moment on Aaron’s work was closely watched and second guessed to the point that he couldn’t do his job effectively anymore, and he knew if he went public he would not only destroy his career but his wife’s and Allen’s as well. Aaron saw only one way out; he faked his own death. Aaron wondered throughout the country staying mainly to low-populated areas or the backwoods. His C-I-A training and living in the country helped him to survive. Aaron’s travels eventually led him to the Amish area of Pennsylvania. One day there was a family involved in a buggy accident that was about to go over an embankment. Aaron did everything he could to save the family, but in the process exhausted himself. The family took him in and they asked his name he looked around and saw a name on the back of the dresser. He said, “Porter just call me Porter.” As Porter recovered he was very impressed with the Amish community. Porter was impressed with how they worked together, survived on just the essentials of life, and their sense of decency and discipline. Eventually Porter began to pitch in around the community where he could, and once he was fully recovered he decided to stay among the Amish. One night one of the elders asked him what his first name, and Porter replied, “It doesn’t matter my name is Porter now.” The elder said, “You should go with Luke, because that is where the tale of ‘The Prodigal Son’ is found in the Bible. You’ve come back to the family of humanity and we are all the better for it.” Luke thought for a moment and said, “All-right then Luke it is. Luke Porter.” However Luke’s happiness was not meant to last as he began seeing unmarked black cars appearing more and more. Luke knew it was time to go or the community would suffer, so he told the elder who gave him his name everything. The elder gave Luke his gear back, some extra food, and a blessing for his travels. Luke continued roaming the country side and from place to place, and then the virus outbreak happened. Suddenly the agent who knew too much was a low priority and as things began to disintegrate Luke wasn’t worried anymore about if someone was chasing him from the C-I-A. Luke’s travels eventually led him to an outpost in Cleveland. The leader of outpost was named Frank Wilson who was very kindhearted and did what he could to help others. This was a blessing and a curse because Frank let in a group of roamers who quickly took over the outpost and turned it into a prison camp. The leader was named Doug Rodgers and he ruled with an iron fist along with his associates. Luke knew they could be taken down, but he would need help. One day one of the guards was trying to have his way with one of the women. A guy named Ryan Bishop intervened and that led to a brawl with Bishop and a few of the guards. Bishop was holding his own, but that wasn’t going to last long and Luke jumped in and fought alongside Bishop. The two of them began to clean house until Doug threatened to start killing people if Bishop& Porter didn’t stand down. They stood down and were placed in the hot boxes in the middle of the compound and were to stay there for three days. Luke tapped in Morse code lightly on the wall and after a few seconds Ryan replied. The two men made small talk, but that was to cover their coded conversation. Within 12 hours Ryan & Luke had a plan to take Rodgers down and over the next three days they went through that plan over and over. Finally when they were released Rodgers proclaimed that anything he and his men wanted was now theirs and that resistance was death. Ryan & Luke decided then and there was the time to execute their plan. As they began taking people out to their surprise other members of the outpost joined in, and within 20 minutes of his grand proclamation Rodgers was laying in the fetal position in the mud begging for his life. Ryan & Luke decided to leave Rodgers to the people of the outpost. They both decided that it was time for them to move on and so they started to head west helping wherever they could and forming a close friendship. (Yes Ryan does know about Aaron Miller) Personality: Luke is a pretty easy going guy and is very loyal to those he is friends with. Will usually try to think of a way out of a situation before acting, and has a strong moral code. He says what he means and means what he says, but he does have a bit of sarcastic streak. He sees killing zombies as setting people free from their suffering. Equipment: 1 Compound Bow Arrows (many of them homemade) 1 baseball bat Survival Knife (With a compass, matches, fishing line and a hook) A back pack with the following: A length of rope, assorted food items, bottles of water and a heavy jacket 1 Hand grenade that he kept from his first op as a souvenir; Luke figured if he ever got over run by zombies he would pull the pin and see what was next.[/hider] [hider=Will (Arlear)]Name: William Renault; Will Appearance: [img=http://provenhair.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/boys_emo_hairstyles_male_emo_hair_001.jpg] (Ignore the gages in his ears. ^^;) Despite appearing rather thin and, frankly, frail, due to his height, Will is actually rather well built and toned, clear should anyone ever catch him with his shirt off. As to his usual outfit, he tends to stick to jeans and a t-shirt, with a good pair of hiking boots and a grey windbreaker, worn but sturdy. Eye color: Grey Height/weight: 5'3", 130 lbs Blood type: B-, immune to the zombie virus. Age: 16 Reason for being in the CDC facility: His mother was in a... rather high up position- Higher than his father to be certain, and thus convinced his father to pull some strings and put Will in the presumed safe hands of the CDC facility.... Because the first lady is far, far higher up than the president. Bio: Will was born into a fairly normal life- A normal family, a normal home, a normal school- Really, everything was decent. For the first eleven years of his life, he was happy and cool with everything. From an early age, he was a scout, all of his interests going into nature and wilderness skills. Thankfully, his family was quite supportive of the fact, and thus he had no problems going through scouts and school, help from his family available when needed, and all that fun stuff. However, things got a bit more confusing come that eleventh year. His father, a politician for most of his life, decided it was time for the ultimate goal: He ran for president. That year in particular was extraordinarily busy, to be expected of course. What was more surprising? His father -won-. From there, Will's comfortable lifestyle became highly confusing. He and his older brother were taken from their home in Michigan down to DC, their cozy little hose turning into the great Whitehouse. All of his friends, his scout troop, his school, everything left behind. While he did manage to join the boyscouts again in his new home, it was never the same. Secret Service tailing him everywhere, never able to be on his own again. Making friends was neigh-impossible, for him and his brother both, leaving them to be basically on their own. The next four years were like that, secluded and lonely. This only made his determination to find a small amount of normalcy larger. He pushed himself harder in scouts and school to learn as much as he could, doing his best to ignore the men in suits hovering over him at all times. Archery and nature survival became massive interests for extracurricular activity, and anatomy and biology in general, alongside engineering, became his academic pursuits. It was mere luck that the skills he studied would prove useful in the end. Four years of constant study and practice, trying to ignore the Secret Service shadowing his every move, and the solitude brought on by his father's position. All of it culminating into a rather skilled survivalist. Who knew a zombie outbreak would occur in his father's last year of office? At his mother's urging, his president pulled a few strings with his last bits of authority to put Will in the protective hands of CDC. A special order was given to a specific man to guard him after the CDC people were released- Without him knowing of course. Poor kid, always guarded... Gear: Pulling a few strings of his own with the "My father's the president" card, once he was put in the CDC facility, he managed to keep a small number of items from the outside with him in his cell. Reminders of life, of sorts. Among them are the items listed: His bow, as well as a quiver of arrows. Useless in his cell, perhaps, but they hold a lot of meaning to him. The thing looks like it'd be too big for someone of his size to manage, but he seems to have no issues with it at all. Strong for his size, apparently. [img=http://www.medievalarchery.net/images/wl100_1754.jpg] 100 lbs draw weight, 60" length (5 ft.) His survival knife- Also an item of personal meaning, a gift from his old troop on making eagle scout, just a bit before the rising. A big knife, saw-bladed near the base, and about as sharp as they come. Really, thing would make more sense on a soldier. But hey, people are weird about gifts. [img=http://www.crkt.com/crkt/content/images_inv/x/a/540/FE9-SKU-web-image_xlarge_540.jpg] 9" blade. Imagine it's saw-bladed at the base. >.> His usual outfit, and a necklace made by his older brother, (Who had some decent skills in metal working) made of blackened iron, cut into the shape of a raven, Will's favorite bird. And, an old, worn book. He doesn't seem to care how many times he reads it, enjoying it just as much every time.[/hider] [hider=Emmerich Watcher (Fox)]Name: Emmerich Watcher Age: 37 Occupation: CIA Open Source Officer Specialties: Multilingual Fluency: English, Russian, Spanish, French, Somalian, Arabic, German, American Sign Language Interrogation & Interviewing Computer Proficiency Armed Combat Unarmed Combat Private Piloting Family Life: Married with children, biological family deceased prior to outbreak, separated from wife and children in accordance to CDC entry Hair: Black Eyes: Light Hazel Weight: 190lbs [img=http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/39/c5/c6/39c5c60bc04ffb51cdcc5be5181b6b5d.jpg] Blood Type: B- Immune: Yes Gear: CDC equipment, framed family photographs Personality: Emery is driven, serious, and observant. He possesses an above average intellect, not approaching genius level, but certainly greater than the general populace. Along with that he is slightly narcissistic, mildly sociopathic, and very materialistic. His relations with colleagues and family can be described as distant and forced by those that might look too closely, but to most he seems the ideal neighbor, coworker, and friend -even if he considers them a rather largely unnecessary nuisance=. Many people have found him charmingly dynamic, but those that are truly perceptive or the few that have known him best can tell that he is an intensely shallow character. He has considered himself to have had very few friends in his lifetime, though many would boldly claim otherwise. Those that he does manage to connect with he values dearly. When he can be among a group of the handful of people in his life that he not only tolerates but fully appreciates as well, he is at his best. When he can talk freely and unwind from the massive charade that a vast majority of his life is, he is at his best. Otherwise, he generally feels detached from those around him and will do his best to remain active through various means to dull the roar of introspection clawing at the back of his mind. While he endorses the ideal "Think you before you act.", he's been known on occasion to act erratically or immaturely simply to avoid deeper thought. Background: Emery's early life was mostly uneventful, though it is where most of his peculiarities stem. The third of four children, he was born into a shitty, run down neighborhood that his parents had settled in. Sirens and gunshots were regular ambiance and without the upstairs neighbors partying long into the night, it just didn't feel like home. Before his second birthday, his parents either decided they were too good for that lifestyle or their children were. They heaved the kids and what little they had to a slightly less trashy area in a whole new state. Over the next decade, his mother juggled nursing school, a night job, and an afternoon daycare while his father worked with computers and watched the kids around her schedule. It was a hectic lifestyle that they were too young to manage, yet miraculously they did, though not without a few setbacks. Emery's oldest sibling was fairly well behaved and even tempered and with a four year age difference she quickly became responsible for what her parents couldn't be. The second eldest yearned for his parent's attention, far too young to comprehend the immense sacrifices his parents were making to provide for them. He acted out regularly and a cycle of atrocious behavior formed that carried on well into his adult life. Emery on the other hand was quiet and withdrawn. Intensely introverted, he spent more time in his own head than he did interacting with others. More times than not, he was entirely forgotten at home. Family and friends could visit for days and neither see nor hear a sign of him. The only time he seemed to take interest in those outside his immediate family was if he had a question that they would have an answer to. At school things were relatively the same. The other children flocked to his brother, the rebel, but neglected to even acknowledge Emery, so he simply avoided them. Teachers though, found themselves increasingly invested in his budding mind. His voracious curiosity and appetite for knowledge, coupled with an impressive ability to process and understand information often left them stunned. Letters were sent home constantly advising his parents to appeal for early advancements, but the pair never found the time and arrangements were never made. It was then that he faced his first of many bouts with anger. By the time Emery had entered middle school, his family had moved ten times, each new home a small bit larger, each new town a small bit nicer. His mother, a full fledged registered nurse now worked privately with children with special needs while his father taught at a local university. Finally, they had settled down, but the unfamiliarity of actual stability was jarring to Emery and he once again felt overwhelmed with anger. Rather than undergo the costly and lengthy process of therapy sessions, his parents opted to join a local church years before they settled down. They had hoped that the religious community might help to mold their children and they were mostly right. It instilled a strong moral code within Emery and gave him composure that could abate his rage. Rather than growing furious with a situation, he learned to accept that it was simply out of his control and found peace. Still, the ever curious, thoughtful mind of his whirred with more questions than answers. How could a god that loves all his creation leave them to their own devices to corrupt and destroy what he loves? Why would he choose to watch over and guide a family like his and not one of the poverty stricken, war torn, starving nations of the world? How could an all powerful, all knowing being sit idly by as bigoted politicians with their own selfish agendas guided the world without all the facts? He found issue at every turn, becoming increasingly disgusted with a religion that could worship such an uninterested "god" and any who might claim it as their own. However even with that, it would be many more years before he stopped attending church and even more before he decidedly discounted the existence of a higher power. Soon the anger was back, but more sour and brooding. Before middle school had ended he'd been faced with an existential crisis and the only ones he felt he could talk to, his parents, followed their faith so blindly they wouldn't acknowledge a hint of worth in his issue. Deflated and devalued, Emery lost interest in school and felt as though his life had no real purpose. He had no friends to speak of, his family only put up with him because they were obligated to, there was little worth in the peace he'd found that helped quiet his anger. He wanted nothing more than to be done with all of it. Every night as he fought to sleep he found himself begging to whatever mercy God might have to spare him of his pain and just end his life. Every morning he'd wake up though and continue his normal routine: school, church, home. Over and over and over. At one point he met the young girl who would become his greatest friend, Mila. Now Mila was an entirely new breed to him. Short haired, tomboy, freethinking Mila got him out of his shell. She got him to loosen up and get out of his head first with music, then with the bottle. They became inseparable and she saved him from his depression. She was his first girlfriend, but later confessed to being gay, although not before introducing him to his future wife, Juliette. Much like Mila, Emery and Juliette clicked instantly, effortlessly even. Her fun loving, thoughtful, caring demeanor complimented his stoic and reserved nature. She had a way right from the beginning of staring into you with those deep blue eyes and knowing you exactly for who you were, but loving you anyway. Bright, funny, persistent, and understanding she truly was the whole package. To date, she is the only person who has made him feel like he truly belonged. In honesty, before he'd met Mila he hadn't even known that it was something he wanted, but the moment he met Juliette he knew he never wanted to let it go. Throughout high school, the trio discussed life in the real world and things tended to be the same. Mila wanted to join the military, Marines specifically. She wanted the challenge, the adventure, the prestige. She felt college wasn't for her. Just a waste of time that most people feel obligated to, but for Emery college was a dream. He was ready to be done with the immaturity of high schoolers, and to leave his family far behind, and most of all to be able to learn more. Juliette mostly felt the same way, but for largely different reasons. By time graduation hit, both Mila and Emery were shipping off to Parris Island while Juliette attended a local culinary school. He could tackle his dream later, when he actually knew what he wanted to do with his life and it wouldn't send him plummeting into debt. Mila's ASVAB scores were mediocre and she shipped in under Logistics, but with Emery's stellar score he got a guaranteed Russian linguist spot. Three months later a Marine was born and his language training came shortly thereafter. Three years in and he was enjoying his work more than he'd imagined. He knew that if he got out now, thanks to his top secret clearance and experience, he'd be an asset to quite a few three letter agencies, but he was offered a HUMINT lat move that proved more rewarding. Four long years, two new languages, and a finished Masters Degree in International Affairs later, Emery followed the money, signing on with the NCS division of the CIA as a very well paid Language Officer. With a significant hiring bonus, language use payments, and a salary just shy of six figures, he was fully ready to enjoy all things money could buy. But first, now that he was finally settling down, he would get back in touch with Juliette. Throughout his enlistment they'd stayed close just as he had with Mila, but Juliette soon began visiting whenever possible and the two began intermittent relations between his frequent deployments. Finally, he could begin seeing her regularly again. After an additional year of training they finally married just before his next deployment. After five more years with the NCS he transferred back into analysis where his career began and has been working as a supervising open source officer. As a legitimate spy, Emmerich is not at liberty to disclose many details about line of work with his family, but when the shit hit the fan and he was briefed on the CDC mission, he fully divulged all that he knew about the matter. He was assured that while he stayed in an undisclosed location, Juliette and their two kids, Jonas and Delilah, would remain safe at Ft. Leonard in Missouri until his release. Government Interest: Foreign Affairs; Volun'told[/hider] [hider=Joseph Mitchell (Anima)]Age: 31 Occupation: Police Officer/ S.W.A.T Family life: Married. Spouse whereabouts unknown. Has one twin brother. Lauren Mitchell - Wife (Planning to introduce her later on). Zach Mitchell - Brother (May introduce. May not.) Hair: Brown Eyes: Blue Weight: 185 lbs [img=http://www.fanexpocanada.com/2012/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/Sergio-Di-Zio.jpg] Blood type: O Immune: Yes (he does not know) Gear: Osprey Atmos 65 Medium Backpack: -Emergency Survival Blanket -Can Opener -Bedroll -Small Tool Kit -Various medical scavenged medical supplies -Compass -Hydration Sack -Water Filter -Police weaponry gear -Canned food Indian-styled hatchet Glock G30S Bio: Born into a family of politicians within Washington D.C. with his brother Zach, he and his twin both, at an early age, were a handful of trouble for their parents. Neither wanted anything to do with that life, for each both had ambition to protect the country with will and strength versus words and arguments. While Zach chose to go serve in the Marine Corps after his high school graduation, Zach chose a more domestic way to protect the United States. He joined the Police Department within the country’s capitol. As his experience within District One’s jurisdiction grew, Marcus was put in for SWAT screening as he ran the battery of test, which included a psychological test, physical test, and aptitude. With each category exceeding the minimal requirements, he went into the advanced training back at the academy as his already honed skills from the field were complimented by SWATs training regime. With the completion of SWAT training, Marcus returned to his normal duties though extra conditioning sessions were done in his free time or a designated time with other members of SWAT. Though there were a few times he was asked to suit up, many of his responses were to domestic dealings. However, that all changed on the year 2017. While enjoying a silent family reunion, for his brother had just returned stateside, troubling accounts had begun circulating around the District Police Departments, for homicidal rates had began to increase. Fearing the worst, District had recalled all officers back to the station. SWAT was to suit up, patrols were to be increased, for these series of murders had to be dealt with immediately. Even with the increased military and law enforcement presence, nothing could have prepared them to deal with the panic. Marcus saw surrounded in pure pandemonium as he and his fellow squad members tried to hold back what the government had labeled as ‘Infected’. Even with the bullets slamming into their flesh, Marcus was appalled, for no human could have withstood the punishment that these ‘infected’ were enduring. Losing contact with his brother, whom was stationed at a USAMIIRD base within D.C., Marcus and all surviving officers quickly succumbed to the infected horde as the perimeter that they were told to hold collapsed. The line had been lost.[/hider] [hider=Samantha Walker (Anima)]Age: 27 Occupation: FBI: BAU Family Life: Parents whereabouts unknown. Sibling whereabouts unknown. Luke Walberg - Previously dating. Lost to the reanimates Cassie Walker - Sister. Lost contact while at college. Hair: Brown Eyes: Green with an amber ring circling the pupil Weight: 131 lbs [img=http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o795/lanadelaney/Lana-Delaney-Jill-Flint_2_zpsf6592db6.jpg] Blood type: AB Immune: Yes (she does not know) Gear: Osprey Quantam Daypack -Emergency Survival Blanket -Bedroll -Swiss Army All Purpose Knife -Water Sack -Map of the United States -Handcrank Radio -Basic First Aid with limited antibiotics -Canned Food Quiver holding up to six bows. More can be stored, but would cause too much noise, and the arrows have more chance of dropping out. Portable Crossbow Mountain Axe Glock .40 S&W (Rarely used due to sound and scarcity of ammunition) Bio: Upon graduating university, armed with a Psychology degree, Samantha was recruited into the FBI Behavior Analysis Unit. Having maintained a high academic record with copious amounts of government-based internships, she formed strong connections with individuals, which ultimately led her to having a higher advantage in acquiring the job. Passing the Agency’s agent examination, she went into BAU specialization and was soon after sent into the field. Upon the first signs of the outbreak, she and her team assumed the crazies were nothing but doped up serial killers who method of killing turned to cannibalistic behavior. With extensive time trying to piece together why the targets acted the way they do, it was only when one of their victims reanimated did FBI declare them infected with a pathogen. Immediately, following months after the initial outbreak, the FBI had turned into permanent police to help bolster the containment force. Though a significant pool of individuals was added into the mix, it could only do so much to halt the undead tide. Months after the outbreak, Sam long since lost communication with her superiors as she met up with survivors of which contained crazed delusional madmen and survivors who trusted no one. The one individual she was able to remain with on a permanent basis was a officer from DC, Joseph Mitchell. They both pushed towards the midwest, for the logic was sound: the further they moved away from denser areas, the less infected they would have to deal with. From securing vehicles to walking countless miles, the two arrived in Missouri where they prepare for another migration North.[/hider] [hider=Ivy Ellenheart (AnriuSB)]Name: Ivy Ellenheart; goes by Ivy. Age: 23 Occupation: Former Military College student, major in medical, minor in physics. Hair: Ginger Eyes: Brown Weight: 157 lbs (The older female in the pic) [img=http://wordlist.languagepod101.com/wordlist/media/8575&v=fit512.jpg] Blood type: O- Immune: No Gear: An M24 Remington bolt action rifle. It is highly accurate and effective at long ranges. 28 7.62mm shells. Basic survival gear, and a back pack for storage IE: Canned goods, Swiss army knife, One man tent, heavy winter clothing, lighter summer clothing, waterproof matches, and a video recorder. (She has been able to collect film through scavenging.) Bio: Ivy was the single daughter of Elizabeth and James Ellenheart, both of which were very involved in American politics. James was a medium ranking CIA agent. He was almost always away at work, and so was Elizabeth. Elizabeth was a one of the USA's Foreign adviser's. For this reason she was often off traveling, and seldom had time to spend with her daughter. Elizabeth and James loved their daughter, and each other, but they had many responsibilities; so Ivy found herself being raised by a stay at home Nannie by the name of Anne. Ivy loved Anne, and would listen intently as she told stories of her past career as a nurse in the military. As it were, the idea of recruiting into the military was implanted in her at an early age. She followed the dream of being a nurse just like her aunty Anne, this was Ivy's name for her, all the way through her young life. She joined many programs during her basic schooling that allowed her to graduate with honors and immediately be accepted into the college of her choice. She chose Walden university, and soon found herself diving head first into her life long dream. During her final year of highschool, her father retired, and Anne became much less needed then previous. Ivy kept in touch however, and they would write each other periodic letters. Ivy and Anne both loved to receive these letters, and Ivy soon learned that Anne had a granddaughter named Marrianne, or Marrie for short. Ivy was grief stricken when she heard of Anne's a year later. She was even more distraught when she discovered that Marrie had no living parents, and Anne had been taking care of her up until this time. The child was only two, and Ivy could not let it enter the system. After many long arguments, she finally convinced her father to take the child in. Marrie was an angel, and a blessing to their home. Anne left home to go to military college, and she chose to bring Marrie with her. The child was three and Ivy was nineteen. The first year was hell, but it improved as time went on. Ivy told Marrie that she was her older sister, and Marrie stuck to her like glue. Marrie was nine when it all began, and Ivy was just finishing her final years of training.. When Ivy's college discovered that Marrie's blood type was AB+, she was recommended for the CDC program. (will explain more about why in Marrie's bio) Ivy immediately accepted, wishing only for Marrie to be safe from what was coming. The separation was hard on both of them, but Ivy knew it wasn't permanent, and that it was for the best. Ivy managed to use her limited military connections to obtain her rifle, and the location of the CDC facility. For the past 6 months she has been camped out in a small gas station that is near the facility. The Winter weather makes survival hard enough as it is, coupled with the zombies and her lack of real resources, Ivy is growing desperate. Soon she may have to do something reckless.. Other: Ivy has given the different types of undead certain 'nicknames'. Her military training has helped her identify the different classes. This has proven paramount to her survival these past months. RA1: Geeks (slow moving, awkward, generally easy to avoid) RA2: Goths (faster moving, still awkward, some recognizable intelligence (not really)) RA3: Jocks (Fast, strong, still lacking in major intelligence, highly dangerous when angry) RA4: Plastics (Fast, Cunning, not to be crossed, hostile to everything but themselves) Note: Ivy's gas station is the one that will be used as the meeting place for all us players (cleared by Az). It has been turned into a bunker of sorts over the past months. Ivy will be flying solo for quite a while in the beginning. I do, however have plans for a male npc to be with her for a couple posts (he has been bitten and is good with tech, ohno!) If any of yall wanna play him I would be down to let ya. Otherwise I will be managing him as well ( *Sad face* if the latter happens).[/hider] [hider=Marrianne Ellenheart (AnriuSB)]Name: Marrianne Ellenheart. Age: Her Tenth birthday will be the day the doors open. Occupation: Really? I mean come on, she is ten, Massachusetts isn't THAT bad (XD) Hair: Blonde Eyes: Blue Weight: 97 lbs (She is the younger female pictured) [img=http://wordlist.languagepod101.com/wordlist/media/8575&v=fit512.jpg] Blood type: AB+ Immune: Yes Gear: A small teddy bear named Maxwell, she cannot sleep without him. Bio: Marrianne's mother was a very connected person, and successful business woman. When she found out she was pregnant it brought her entire world crashing down around her. She was also deeply religious however, and refused to abort. So, as the birth got closer, and she became more obviously pregnant, she began to panic. She was completely thrown of by a 2 month premature labor, that sent her chasing after her own curtails. Desperately trying to grasp some sort of solidarity, her mind overloaded, and her heart stopped. Marrianne was barely saved, and was given to her 85 year old Grandmother, who took care of her in a care facility with the help of a plethora of nurses and aids. After two years however, her grandmother passed away aswell, and her big sister Ivy took her in. Marrie has no memory of this time, and takes everything Ivy says about it at face value. Marrie loves her sister, and tries to be like her every day. Before the Awakening she would watch intently as Ivy read large, and complex book she couldn't hope to understand; hoping that she might one day be able to help her sister with her training. To her, Ivy is everything, so when they were forced to separate, she lost it. Ivy, being the only one able to calm her down, retrieved something from her back pack before sending Marrie off. In her big sister's outstretched palm was a teddy. Ivy had told her that as long as the teddy was with Marrie, Ivy would be in her heart. Marrie was forced to enter the CDC when they discovered who exactly she was. Her father had been the head of the project, and even if he couldn't come out and tell his subordinates about her, he made it his mission to see her enlisted. After a long period of debating and string pulling he managed to get her into the program under the guise of wanting to preserve America's youth. Marrie cannot know this, and does not. Ivy does however, and it proves to be yet another secret she feels horrible for keeping from Marrie. These last nine months have been lonely for Marrie. The only thing that keeps her going is the teddy that her sister gave her before they departed. It had come with the promise of a reunion. A promise both of the sister's intend to keep.[/hider] [hider=Terry M Burnard (Arlear)]Name: Terry M Burnard Age: 43 Occupation: Fireman. Family life: Married. Wife, 3 kids all deceased. Hair: black. Eyes: brown. Weight: 205 lbs. [img=http://i1246.photobucket.com/albums/gg612/azseth/Defendor4.jpg] Blood type: A+ Immune: yes Gear: T-burn keeps a good supply of lighters flammable, rather explosive items with him. After all, fight fire long enough and you learn how to start one, to. Other then that, he has a crowbar and his hands. Bio: Terry, or T-Burn was living the good life. His childhood was modest, but they had more than a lot of people, and he was taught to see that and appreciate it from his parents. Terry’s father was a chief at a fire station in Texas and his mother was a social worker, so they instilled in him, an only child, that a job that didn’t help anyone wasn’t worth working. At the end of the day, you find substance and worth in the people you help. Terry’s grandfather was also a fireman for the same station, though long retired. While his mother worked a low key job that got very little recognition (albeit good pay), his father was more known through the city. He saw that and wanted it. People respected his father because he was a good man, he respected others. So as soon as he graduated high school, he asked his father to help him through fire fighter training. After talking with both his parents, they decided to go ahead and do it. He wasn’t the largest man, not the fastest, and not the smartest, but they called him the “Bulldog” at training because no matter what Terry wouldn’t quit. He was bullheaded and he had heart. And the tradition of a Burnard being in the local fire department carried on for a third generation. Eventually he settled down and married and had kids of his own. Two of his own children expressed interest in fire fighting (the third more interested in banging drums and wearing black clothing) so that would have made for a potential 4th generation if it hadn’t been for the awakening. His father had retired for some time, and Terry made it to Assistant Chief and after 21 years was about to retire himself. Then the calls started flooding in. People sick. Dying. Then attacking. Violence in the streets. But not near his home. Not immediately anyway. Then one day, there was a call to his own house and he panicked as he and the emergency response units scrambled and headed out. They arrived at the scene and before anyone could explain what happened, shots were fired. Then more shorts. He went to make his way into the house, but was blindsided to a form who bit deeply into his forearm. He struggled with the thing and they fell on his steps, Terry landing on top. He picked up and bashed the woman’s head into the stairs, repeatedly until it stopped. It was then that he realized it was his oldest son’s girl friend. A cop grabbed him and told Terry not to go in, they were all dead. As the chaos around him picked up, Terry sat the numb. Then, anger over took him, anger at not being there, at failing to protect his family, anger at…the whole world. He swung his axe clean into the face of the next undead that shambled by. Since then, he’s been killing his way east, hearing of a hold out location in South Carolina.[/hider] [hider=Wesley Carter (JKeyes)]Name:Wesley Carter Age: 29 Occupation: Carter's listed occupation is a Political Science Professor who's skill set is knowing how to establish a micro government as well as military experience training guerrilla troops. Family Life: His father passed away when he was a teenager. He has a brother and was married with a child. Carter is very close with his brother Isaac. His wife and child perished shortly before Day Zero. Body Description: Carter is 5'11 and weighs 145 lbs. Tall and thin body type with dark brown hair and brown eyes. [img=http://i1272.photobucket.com/albums/y389/Black_Bear2/Tarkov_zps7c1925ef.jpg] Blood Type: A+ Immune: Yes Bio: Carter was born in the year 1988 to a happy father and mother in Northern Virginia. When he was 5 years old his younger brother Isaac was born. At age 16 his father passed away and his family began falling apart. He became deeply depressed as well as his brother and mother. His mother all but abandoned the brothers as she slumped deeper and deeper into her depression. Carter joined the US Army after graduating high school at age 19. Carter passed special forces selection and served as a green beret for 5 years. He trained troops in South America and the Middle East as well as partaking in several missions in Operation Enduring Freedom. He was honorably discharged from the US Army before going on to get a degree in Political Science. After acquiring his doctorate he was hired as a professor at a local community college. Over the years he kept in close ties with his brother Isaac who followed in his footsteps joining the Army but at an earlier age. Isaac failed out of Ranger Assessment and became a grunt. After his tour in Afghanistan Isaac was medically retired from the Army. He wound up fighting with Syrian Rebels shortly before the United States' intervention. After that he wound up fighting against the Russians in Ukraine during the Ukrainian civil war in 2014. After a lot of excitement and travel Isaac wound up returning to the United States and living with his brother and his brother's wife.[/hider] [hider=Marcus D Charles (Zacharius)]Name: Marcus D Charles Age: 26 Occupation: 2016-2017 Tampa Bay Buccaneers Tight End. Family life: Father/Mother/2 Sisters/4 Nephews. Unknown status. Height: 6'6 Weight: 120kg [img=http://i1246.photobucket.com/albums/gg612/azseth/calvin-johnsonjpgpagespeedce-PcZ3g9hzR_zps29d0f495.jpg] [img=http://i1246.photobucket.com/albums/gg612/azseth/Bh1E9p4CYAAwOOS_zps4286aa51.jpg] Blood type: A Immune: No Gear: Not conforming to the stereotype of football players, as a man with somewhat of an interest in science fiction and horror, Marcus has adhered to the zombie survival skills detailed by one Max Brooks. He carries a machete along with three water bottles (two currently filled) and enough dry food to last him a few weeks. In the way of firearms, he currently possess a Colt Python, along with 24 rounds. He currently wears a hiking pack to carry his equipment in, which also contains a bedroll and wind protector. He still carries his pads and helmet with him, simply for added defence. Bio: One of the few British players in the National Football League, Marcus grew up in the city of Canterbury. His father a teacher and mother a successful author, his background was hardly a tough one. Throughout all levels of education, Marcus took sport very seriously, preferring it over academics, although he remained very much on the positive side of average in that regard. It was basketball, rather than American Football, that first earned his interest, to which he played at a national level from a young age. Eventually, his talent earned him an international scholarship at the University of Texas, studying English Literature while playing for the Longhorns basketball program. It was during this time that his powerful build and general interest in sport drew him to American football, or at least, developed his interest in it. Halfway through his first year, he was eventually convinced by the coaching staff to becoming a redshirt for the team, spending the first year simply at training, while playing basketball, before switching fully over to American Football when his second came around and he could at last play for the team. Playing two successful seasons at tight-end, Marcus would enter the draft in place of earning his degree, being drafted by the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. Earning a somewhat inflated degree of renown for joining the limited ranks of British players to reach the NFL, Marcus played somewhat above the more realistic expectations of his ability, although didn't quite measure up to the level of hype surrounding him. Nevertheless, both of his seasons were considered reasonable successes. When the Rising took place, Marcus, along with most of the team, were away to play the St. Louis Rams, the public spectacle increased greatly in an effort to draw attention away from the impending disaster. What occurred instead, was a large mass of humans sitting in one place. It remains unknown, and likely always will be, where the first infected came from, if a member of the crowd fell to the plague while attending, or one broke in from the outside, but soon the stadium erupted into panic and anger. Marcus, along with a number of players, cheerleaders, staff and fans escaped on the coach that had shuttled the team from the airport, narrowly escaping both the zombies and the violent mass of people. The unity of this group of survivors soon broke down, along with the coach. Marcus again engineered a narrow escape, along with his current travelling companion, Maela Alba, as a number of players turned violent, the loud conflict attracting a nearby hoard. The pair have no idea if any of the group survived, but none escaped the same way as them. Since then, the pair have been wandering, Marcus' brute strength newly developed affinity for firearms offering protection, while Maela, somewhat surprisingly, provides both survivalist and self-defence capabilities.[/hider]