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Name: Schrodinger D. Cat
Aliases: Schrody, Cat, Fucko, That Orange Bastard, NO, Stop It, and "Why?"
Age: 3
Birthday: Springtime
Ethnicity: Ginger Shorthaired Domestic
Gender: Tom
Languages: Feline and Apathy

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Height: 9 1/2 inches tall
Weight: 10 lbs
Build: Sleek
Eyes: Amber/Green (they appear to change sometimes)
Hair: Orange, mottled flame pattern
Skin Tone: Furry
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Slight ear notching

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Curious * Mercurial

Personality:
Schrodinger is a survivor. He has lived almost the entirety of his life during the Apocalypse, even though he barely recognizes it as such. There just seem to be a lot less people than there used to, and fewer opportunities to get free food. As such, certain lessons were learned.

The fuzzy orange bastard knows people, and approaches them with caution until he is absolutely sure of their intentions. Even then, Schrodinger mostly keeps to his own devices. It is the origin of his name: At least half of the time, any humans have no idea whether Schrodinger is alive or dead, until he shows up with a dead squirrel or meowing for scraps of food.

Overall, this ginger tom has expressed a fierce intelligence, prompting him to believe that he was, in fact, a human in a previous life. Luckily, this time around he got promoted to Cat.

Habits:
Licking himself, playing with his food, making The Face to distract (or get out of trouble).

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Being Adorable
• Catrobatics
• Hunting
• Stealth
• Training Humans

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Feline Brawling
• Tracking
• Intimidation
• People Reading
• Spot Walker
• Comfort Others

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - None

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Character Quote: ”Meow."

Theme Song:

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Loud-mouth * Easy going * Independent* Insecure

Sexuality:

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Personality:

Habits:

Hobbies:

Fears:

• Losing her brother
• Causing the death of someone else
• Being left behind

Likes:

• Children
• Energetic people
• Calm days
• Dogs, or any animals that aren’t out to kill her
• Copious amounts of tea, any kind as long as there’s no milk

Dislikes:

• Walkers (obviously)
• Being ignored
• Sweet food
• Arrogance
• Being compared to her twin

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Hunting via tracking
• Diplomacy
• Archery
• Stealth

Post Outbreak Skills

• Butchering game
• First aid
• Being a team-player
• Anti-tracking
• Teaching
• People Reading

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing – Black jeans, white racerback tank with black combat boots and a leather jacket.
• Colt M1911A1 with 4 rounds inside
• 7 extra rounds
• Hunting knife
• Her lucky handkerchief

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Your First Walker Encounter:

History Before Outbreak:

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Character Quote:

Theme Song:

How Many Walkers Have You Killed:

How Many People Have You Killed:

Why:

Anything Else: *Takes pictures*

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☠ § Richard "The Dick" Johnson § ☠
"I still hate for what he did to Maria, and Kristina. If he hurts Kris i'll strangle him myself."
Meg and Richard still pretty much hate each other's guts very much, as long as he doesn't hurt Kris they wont have any problems pretty much. She however feels bad for him after the loss of Zoie, but she keeps her distance from him still and wont ever bring it up with him.

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⚜ ☮ Victor "Froggy" Bonheur ⚜ ☮
"Froggy is a really good person and I respect just about everything he does for Newnan, a very good friend."
Meghna respects and considers Froggy a very good friend to be around with, she respects his compassion towards others in Newnan.

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☯ Agnes "Bryn" Johannsson ☯
"She's still pretty damn quiet, she needs to talk more."
Meg and Bryn are the complete opposites, Meg likes to be around people and talk, while Bryn tends to be by herself and very quiet most of the time. They don't interact with each other very much.

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⚜ ♫ Niesha Burkstien ♫ ⚜
"Niesha is a great person with a great heart, I know for her the loss of Sophia hit Niesha hard, me and Kris have been there for her always."
Meg, Niesha and Kris the three of them are a very tight knit group of friends, they keep each other happy and cheer each other up usually most of the time.

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§ Beatrice Decker §
"I don't like the way that she judges me, it feels very awkward and very creepy when she just stares at me like she knows my insecurities."
Meg and Bea are pretty tense towards one another, mainly due to the feeling that Beatrice is judging her and Meghna absolutely hates that.

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♫ Chloe Ridgeway ♫
"We happen to be twins which is pretty interesting, we tend to share those crazy stories about growing up with our siblings."
Meghna and Chloe get along really well with each other, they are good friends and they share their crazy sibling stories from time to time. They are pretty good friends, however Meg gets the feeling that Chloe maybe hiding something.

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♫ Jack Hudson ♫
"jack is a really goofy person, but everyone seems to love him, he has a really big heart, he and Tatiana are such an adorable couple as well.
Jack and Meghna have bonded with each other while setting up their wedding together and helping out with planning it all together. They get along really well and considers him a very good friend to her.

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☮ Amelia Payne ☮
"She's pretty shy, but she is a pretty good person and we get along pretty well together."
Meg and Amelia are considered friends, though Amelia is pretty shy for the most part she is all in all a good person in Meg's book.

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§ ☯ Ciel Jaquith ☯ §
"I get the feeling that he doesn't like me all that much really, just trying to help him."
Meg and Ciel have a tense relationship, he seems to try and avoid her whenever possible when she is just trying to help him, Meg is sympathetic by nature and tries to help him when possible if he does need it.

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☮ Tiffany Lyle ⚜
"She is such a good person, we get along really well together."
Meghna and Tiffany hit it off pretty quickly, they are pretty good friends and they will hang out whenever possible. She respects Tiffany for always being there for Ray as well.

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⚜ ♫ Kristina Smith ♫ ⚜
"After losing so much when she first came to us, she has pulled through and she is a great person and friend to have, just like her sister Maria."
Meghna and Kris have a very strong relationship to one another, she was best friends with her older sister Maria and they have a sisterly bond with one another. Meg has seen the girl slowly maturing since her time in Newnan, and watches over her best friend closely.

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☮ ⚜ Raymond "Ray" Mendoza ⚜ ☮
"Ray is a good guy, I feel bad he lost his leg but that hasn't stopped him from helping out whenever possible."
Meg and Ray have become pretty good friends, they get along well with each other and Meg respects the man's determination and surviving losing a leg.

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☮ ⚜ Riley Ridgeway ☮
"Riley has made great music before all of this, its great that she is here. She is actually a pretty nice person really."
Meg and Riley are pretty good friends with one another, and they get along pretty well together and they hang out whenever they have the time to. She is also friends with her sister Chloe and tries to hang out with the two of them whenever their is a chance.

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☯ Sana Rouen ☯
"I heard she lost her brother while bringing the injured from Franklin to Newnan, i'm there if she needs to."
Though Meghna has never experienced the loss of her own brother yet, Meg feels bad for her sadly Sana has put up a lot of walls and barely knows the woman.

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♫ Tatiana Korvo ♫
"She is such a sweet person, and I cant wait until their wedding!"
Meghna and Tatiana hit it off pretty instantly when Tatiana and Jack first arrived to Newnan, she was asked by Tati to help plan for their wedding which she instantly jumped at the chance to. When Meg isn't doing her duties either teaching, or helping out in the mess hall or other domestic chores around Newnan Meg will always be seen with Tati talking and discussing further wedding plans.

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☯ § Ryan O'Reily ☯ §
"I still don't know if he still works for Eden or not. I don't trust him at all."
When she first met Ryan he was in the cells, Meg doesn't know him that well and she does not trust him at all. She probably wouldn't want to get to know him anyway.

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♫ ⚜ Captain Ashton "Ash" Holloway ⚜ ♫
"He has quiet a lot on his shoulders, i'm there for him whenever he does need it. He has dealt with a lot these last several months. I wish he could lighten up a little bit more."
Meghna and Ashton respect one another, she was there with him since the very beginning of Newnan. Meg knows that he has a lot of things on his mind taking care of a whole community of people and having to watch over every single person as well.

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⚜ ♫ James "Black James" Mandingo Grady ⚜ ♫
"We are still buddies, he is certainly a great person to be around with and always lights up an entire room with his personality."
Meg and James are very good friends and get each other very well, they hang out quiet a bit with each other and Meg enjoys spending time with Black James.

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Name: Ciel Doran Jaquith
Aliases: None. Ciel refuses to be called anything other than his proper name.
Age: 12
Birthday: December 16th
Ethnicity: Ashkenazi Jewish, half French and half Polish.
Birth Place: Watford, Georgia (Fictional town)
Location: Somewhere in the woods on the outskirts of the state of Georgia
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: N/A, though he planned to go to medical school and major in psychiatry.
Occupation: Student, Domestic
Languages: English, learning French and Hebrew

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Height: 4'8.
Weight: 49 pounds
Build: Emaciated and frail
Eyes: Light blue, almost grey
Hair: Platinum blond
Skin Tone: Sickly pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: A few scars and scratches, but nothing noteworthy

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Headstrong * Twitchy * Intelligent * Sensitive

Sexuality: Unknown, leaning towards asexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality:
Ciel is proper and mature for his age, but he is also noticeably quiet and a bit paranoid. He is distrustful of most people, having doubts about the loyalty of even his closest friends. Despite this, he would never betray anyone who trusts him. He is loyal and headstrong, however this also makes him sensitive and easily embarrassed. When upset, he shuts down and refuses to speak, not wanting to seem weak in front of others. He prizes his maturity above all else, and would be humiliated if he were ever treated like the child he is. This aspect of his personality seems to have intensified over the past six months or so, to the point where his fear of being looked down upon has begun to border on becoming a phobia.
Ciel rarely smiles and never laughs unless drunk or otherwise out of his right mind. His rare smiles usually come in the form of curt little smirks, usually prompted by people who amuse his dry sense of humor. Ciel also enjoys riddles, logic puzzles and mind games.
Despite mentally and logically functioning at the same level as any adult, in truth Ciel is weak and sickly. He’s lived a life of relative comfort and is dependent on others for basic survival needs. If left on his own, he would likely die within a fortnight. He knows this and because of it he tries his best not to get on anyone’s bad side. Someone as weak and dependent as him must be equally amicable and useful in order to survive.
Habits: He talks in his sleep, bites his knuckles and nails when nervous, paces when thinking deeply and ties his shoelaces with triple knotted bows.
Hobbies: Drawing.
Fears:

• Heights
• Spiders
• Helplessness
• Being forcibly restrained/unable to move

Likes:

• Dogs
• Tea
• Candy of all sorts
• Reading
• Sweaters
• Classical music
• Watching political debates
• Logic puzzles, mind games and riddles

Dislikes:

• Seeming weak or incompetent
• People discovering his secrets
• Being sick or injured
• The smell of wet paint
• Pity
• Milk
• Cats
• Coffee
• Sleeping

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Logic and general craftiness (Puzzle solving, improvisation, etc.)
• Drawing and mapmaking

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Marksmanship (bow, crossbow)
• Marksmanship (light rifles)
• Knives
• Sneaking, hiding and general stealth

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - A light grey hooded jacket that’s a bit large on him with two front pockets. A plain white t shirt that fits him perfectly and is in surprisingly mint condition. A pair of dark grey jeans that are a bit long and are held up with a black leather belt. One white sock and one grey-and-black striped sock. And finally, a pair of ratty and worn out red sneakers, two sizes too small.
• Hiking boots
• A length of rope
• A flashlight
• Several sheets of paper
• Two pencils
• A stainless steel water bottle
• His inhaler

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Your First Walker Encounter: Though his parents were both killed by walkers, the first time Ciel ever saw one was on his own. Wandering through the forest, starving and alone, he was ambushed by a group of two walkers. They were both relatively weak and old, so he was able to pick them off with his rifle after climbing up a tree to escape being bitten or scratched by the undead fiends. He had known about their presence before he ever saw one, so he wasn’t as frightened as he would have been otherwise, but the situation cemented in him the idea of just how much danger he was really in.

History Before Outbreak: Ciel was born the only son to a rich politician and his trophy wife. His parents adored him right from the start, and he led a pampered lifestyle. Anything he needed or wanted was provided as soon as he but asked. Being a somewhat weak and sickly little boy, his medical needs were painstakingly attended to by the best doctors available. There was only one problem he saw in his life, and that was that he had little to no contact with the world outside his home. He never made a single friend, he never had the valuable solo experiences that other children had, and most of all he was never exposed to foreign pathogens and as such his asthma and allergies only worsened instead of improving.

By the time he was six years old, he desperately hungered for a life of adventure. He never even went to school with other children; his parents homeschooled him and provided tutors at home. The good thing about this is that his individualized education meant that he could work at his own pace, and he quickly excelled at all the work his tutors could give him. His parents, who had both been good students themselves, were ever so proud to see their son grow to be so scholastically advanced. A specialty of Ciel's was always drawing, and he loved making maps of his parent's estate, the only world he knew.

Then the walkers came. His parents initially barricaded themselves in their mansion, but one of Ciel’s doctors became a walker, somehow broke into the heavily guarded estate, and killed them both in their beds. Ciel heard scratching and tearing sounds coming from his parent’s room, and fearing the worst he escaped through his bedroom window, taking only his father’s rifle.

History Since Outbreak: After the deaths of his parents, Ciel escaped to the woods and started to journey his way across the landscape, trying to get as far away from the outbreak as possible. It quickly settled in just how much he was unprepared for life on his own. He seemed to be allergic to almost everything, his asthma being terribly bad for the first few days. He had no idea how to find food or make shelter, eating only the raw animals he shot and getting very sick from them. He surely would have died if he hadn't found his first companion on his fifth day alone.

Charles Greywater was a stocky, bearded man, fond of flannel shirts and armed with a crossbow. He found little Ciel starving and ill in the woods, and nursed the boy back to health, taking him in as a sort of apprentice. He taught Ciel how to properly use the rifle he had, and even taught him a few crossbow tricks. Ciel learned to make a fire with flint, and how to gut and cook animals so he wouldn't have to subsist off of raw meat like he had been. It was with Charles that Ciel committed his first murder. They came across a woman on their travels, one who was trying to raid their shelter. Charles woke Ciel, handed him his rifle and told the boy to shoot. Ciel shot the woman dead, and the two ate her corpse and used her clothes and supplies. Ciel was of course more than slightly troubled by this at first, but quickly became accustomed to his own immorality.

Then one sunny July afternoon, the two of them were attacked by a lone walker. This one was stronger than the two Ciel had encountered before, and killed Charles while he tried to protect Ciel. Ciel was forced to shoot them both, but he missed the walker and made a narrow escape by jumping into a river and swimming downstream away from the monster, who could not maneuver itself so easily in water. Ciel was once again on his own, but this time a bit more prepared.

One week passed, then two. Today is Ciel's fifteenth day of being alone. He hasn't had much luck in finding food and is slowly fading again. He's learned by now that he doesn't do well solo, and has learned it the hard way. He's narrowly survived a few more walker attacks, which seem to be getting more and more frequent as if he were approaching some sort of colony of the creatures, like an abandoned town or something. If he doesn't find help soon, his little adventure may soon come to an untimely end.

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Character Quote: The ends justify the means
Theme Song: Confessio (Puella Magi Madoka Magica OST)

How Many Walkers Have You Killed: 3
How Many People Have You Killed: 1
Why: The human, he killed for food. The walkers he killed because they would have killed him otherwise.
Anything Else: Here

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Name: Trillium Brite Lockley
Aliases: Tryke, Lock, Trill
Age: 26
Birthday: March 1st
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Hollywood, California
Location: Pasadena, California
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: Mechanical Engineering, specializing in Aerospace Engineering and Robotics
Occupation: Grad Student
Languages: English, Chinese, and Math

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Height: 5'6"
Weight: 168 pounds
Build: Athletic, more on the skinny side
Eyes: Blue-green
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: A tattoo on her upper right wrist, appearing to be three hexagons together

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Confident * Skeptical * Resourceful * Short Fused

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Understanding machines a bit better than people, she expects a lot out of everyone she meets. In a way, Tryke looks for perfection, and attempts to create it in her own life. When perfection is impossible (as it normally is), she becomes quite angry, throwing herself at the problem until it is solved--no matter the mental strain. Everything has to follow the rules of logic and order, and failure, certainly, is not an option.

However, from her immense drive comes some better qualities: resourcefulness. Clever and able to look around the obvious, Tryke can come up with ten options where most people can only think of five. She is always looking for another way around an obstacle, and sometimes, she prefers the clever way to the easy way. Every possibility is thoroughly examined, and she's a skeptic at heart. To her, anything can be thought out logically -- and when it can't, there's a fuse about to be blown.
Habits: Wiping her forehead when her hands are covered in grease, oil, and such; chewing on pens; zoning out when people are talking; tapping her fingers
Hobbies: Running, sketching designs, building very tiny robots, stargazing
Fears:

• Drowning
• Losing control of her body
• Suffocation

Likes:

• Structure and order
• Mathematical and scientific relationships
• Old science fiction novels
• Jogging
• Riding her motorcycle
• Experiments

Dislikes:

• Machines that just won't cooperate // impossible to fix
• New people
• Incompetency
• Microwaved Food
• PDA
• Doing nothing (wasting time)

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Pre-Outbreak Skills:

• Driving (Motorcycle)
• Mechanical Engineering
• Aerospace Engineering
• Robotics
• Repairs

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Running
• Climbing
• Homemade Flamethrower (Aerosol Spray Can + Lighter)
• Traps (Basic)
• Baseball Bat

Current Supplies:

• Clothing: Tattered and ripped light blue jeans, sturdy brown combat boots, thick wool socks, blank tank top, black t-shirt, black mechanic's jacket, purple bandana, hair ties pulling hair back and on wrist, black fingerless gloves
• Keys to motorcycle
• Electrical Tape
• DVD containing her parent's first movie, photograph of her family taped to the box cover
• Lighter + Aerosol can combo
• Baseball bat--scratched
• Motorcycle
• Three day's rations (assorted nuts)
• Tattered olive bag containing belongings
• Water bottle

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Your First Walker Encounter: Tryke had been at Cal Tech for less than a year when they received warnings on the news to stay at home, and if needed, evacuate the area. The university, to say the least, was sending mixed signals. She stayed in the lab, fondly called the "garage" with her research team, continuing to work on building more effective robots for retrieving samples on distant planets. They hadn't made very much progress, and naively, they figured the disease would be eradicated quickly.

It wasn't. They remained inside the garage for a month, and one of the engineers, Layla, got a bit crazy being cooped up inside. She ran outside, only to be greeted by a hoard, and Tryke rushed after her. They both narrowly made it back inside "the garage" and were entirely bewildered, hardly comprehending what they had just seen--walkers.

History Before Outbreak:
Tryke's great-grandparents were prominent scientists, conducting research on the terraforming of planets. They were never able to obtain a grant or funding, causing their ideas to largely die with them. Tryke's grandfather kept all of the schematics and research in the attic, and when her father and mother were moving out after their wedding, they found all of it. For a pair of science-fiction lovers, and having majored in Film and Television in school, they decided to adapt the schematics into a movie. Three summers later, it was a blockbuster, and made the newly formed Lockley family rich.

Less than a year after the movie release, Tryke's parents were already hard at work on the sequel. They had outlined the protagonist of the movie already, a pilot named Trillium Brite who uncovered a criminal conspiracy amongst the Venus settlers. They were so absorbed with the character that by the time Tryke was born, it was the only name they could come up with. And so, they named their daughter after the movie character.

The second movie wasn't nearly as popular as the first, but the Lockleys managed to sell the rights to a television company, and it was then produced in forty minute episodes, lasting for six seasons before its cancelation. Tryke grew up accustomed to her parent's fame, and since the name Trillium Brite was a little hard on the tongue, they shortened it to Tryke.

Her childhood was fairly normal, aside from the fact that she went to Comic Cons, and every so often, fans would think of her as the character from her parents' stories, rather than an actual person. It only served to nurture her stubborn and independent nature, and by the time she finished high school, she was accepted to M.I.T. to study mechanical engineering. More nerds were in the dorms, and at this point, her past had become a bit of an annoyance. She graduated at the top of her class, showing a natural talent at robotics, and then applied to Cal Tech for grad school.

History Since Outbreak: After seeing the hoard, the group of ragtag engineers and physicists began to take the situation seriously. They had enough rations (beer and assorted snacks) to last them through the end of the month. They did their best to get by, even modifying their robot to perform the simple task of leaving the garage, but it wasn't able to do much. It wasn't able to retrieve food for them, until about six months in. They were practically starving, having reduced their portions and becoming emaciated in the process.

But once their group project was able to head to the university cafeteria and grabbed some more rations, they thought they would be okay. And they were, for about another three months, until they were discovered. Not by walkers, but by people--people who ended up burning the "garage" to the ground. Tryke was the only survivor, narrowly able to escape with a few supplies, and hop onto the nearest bike she found.

On the back of a motorcycle, she drove as much as she could, putting as much distance between her and Pasadena. Stealing what fuel she could for the bike, she repaired it over the years, slowly making her way in no direction in particular--and oddly enough, this turned out to be Georgia. She fantasizes about setting up a mine field one day, and sitting down in the middle on the singular safe spot, but for now, she rides her bike from town to town, taking what she can, and then moving on to the next place.

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Character Quote: "I can fix just about anything."
Theme Song: Almost Human - Voltaire
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: 5
How Many People Have You Killed: 1
Why: They attempted to loot the house Tryke was hiding out in. She had rigged it so a live wire was left in water. Long story short, it really shocked them.
Anything Else: The Altenian Nexus

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Name: Sana Michelle Rouen
Aliases: Sana Rawn, Petite Colombe(Little Dove)
Age: 27
Birthday: January 31st
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Rouen, Normandy, France
Location: Montreal, Quebec, Canada
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: Gymnast
Languages: French, English

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Height: 5'3"
Weight: 115lbs
Build: Toned with wiry curves
Eyes: Very Light Bluegreen
Hair: Dishwater Blonde
Skin Tone: Tanned with olive undertones
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:

• Burn scars on her left shoulder that run down her back slightly to her shoulder blade
• Ears pierced

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Kind-hearted * Stubborn * Intuitive * Outspoken

Sexuality: Bi-sexual
Relationship Status: Formerly Betrothed
Personality: Sana in the past has been known to be rather quiet and untrusting, hard to get close to. She preferred to be left alone and detests asking for help; a very stubborn woman who preferred to do things alone than in a group. She was in a relationship for a time and seemed to loosen up a bit and find more joy in the world but that ended strangely and it left her changed.

She can be rather outspoken at times but has a good heart and tends to help people in need even without being asked. Handing over items that one may need without a word and just walking away. If she does get mad though she will lash out either verbally or physically and when a new comer approaching she will draw and stand ready to strike them down if provoked. She tries to trust people now because people are what is needed to stay alive. Her outlook has changed a lot since the outbreak.

Sana has become more closed off as of late and a lot more angry since the death of her brother. She is trying to accept it but it is hard, when she lost him she lost what she felt was a part of herself and she just isn't sure how to deal with that.

Habits:

• Huffing
• Jumping to Conclusions
• Eye Rolling
• Nail Biting

Hobbies: Collecting Flowers
Fears:

• Large Fires
• Fog
• Snakes

Likes:

• Yoga
• Dancing
• Singing
• Hunting
• Tea
• Napping
• Horseback Riding

Dislikes:

• Bees
• Coffee
• Cold Weather
• Eggs
• Smokers
• Self-Centered People
• Beans

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Gymnastics
• Athletics
• Horse Back Riding
• Fencing
• Balance

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Crossbow
• Knife
• Basic First Aide
• Scavenging
• Motorcycle
• Sniper Rifle
• Farring

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - Olive ribbed tank top, worn leather brown biker jacket, torn black skinny jeans, black cord necklace with silver feather pendant, ratty bracelets, chain belt, leather boots
• Wallet - Picture of family, French and Canadian ID's (one in each name)
• Crossbow
• Field Knife
• Beretta 9mm - full clip - has no idea how to use it
• Backpack
• Water bottle - half full
• Instant Oatmeal pack
• Small bag of pecans

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Your First Walker Encounter: Sana's first encounter came late one night at the gym which she trained. One of the older coaches was working late with her and started having chest pains, he dropped from a stroke right as she was coming out of the locker room. Rushing to his side she was at a loss of what to do and tried to dial for emergency but he had already turned and tried to make a nice snack out of her. Sana fought him off and ended up finally killing him with a rather impressive vault and knocking his head clean off. She hasn't tried that move since.

History Before Outbreak: Sana's history is a bit strange. Her father was the Duke of Rouen before everything went down but she and her siblings were not raised in Normandy. Mostly raised in Canada, Sana spent little time at her birth home. Her father not wanting her to be fodder for the local papers he had her last name changed and sent her to live with distant relatives in Quebec. She was raised mostly by her cousins, going to private school.

She learned some basic archaic skills while there that her father wanted her to learn; fencing and horseback riding. Horses she enjoyed, fencing not so much. She fell in love with gymnastics when she was very young and spent most of all her free time training. She wanted to end up going to the Olympics one day. Her training went well and she made the French team one year but ended up pulling a muscle before the opening ceremonies and had to be replaced by an alternate.

After that she went to try to again but could never stick the landing when she needed to the most. She still had hope though, it never faded no matter what happened. She coached some in her spare time, younger kids who would have probably had a better chance than she would at this point before everything in the world went to shit. When it did she knew her dreams of ever continuing to a world stage were over but granted by then she had new goals. Like finding her brother.

History Since Outbreak: Sana started off on Quebec, leaving the gym and trying to get back to her cousins house but the roads were not passable in her car. Everything was going down hill fast and she ended up pairing up with some street kids just to stay alive. She never knew what happened to her cousins, the last she heard was by word of mouth that someone had seen that part of town being burned to the ground to try to stop the spread of whatever the fuck was changing people.

It was months of trying to survive, or more like trying to get others to keep her alive. At first it wasn't too difficult. She was a pretty face, she was "flexible", and she started using her real name and credentials. Poor people thought it was cool to be rescuing royalty. She used and abused the status until no one would put up with her anymore and she was left by her group in the middle of nowhere. Only one person remained - A man by the name of Lyon.

Lyon was never one for leaving people behind but he knew she had lessons to learn and he taught them quickly and harshly. Shaved head, orange bleached hair, suspending her over a pit of Walkers with a frayed rope, you know the usual. It took some time but eventually Sana got her act together and the two have been together ever since.

Trekking slowly southward, and learning to survive from Lyon along the way, Sana was determined to find the only person she really cared about. Marx, but could she really find him? Only time would tell but hell, time was all she had these days. Surviving didn't really seem to matter if there wasn't a goal she was working for.

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Character Quote: I will skull fuck you with an arrow.
Theme Song: Nothing More - This Is The Time

How Many Walkers Have You Killed: I have lost count
How Many People Have You Killed: 1
Why: He was trying to kill someone under my protection
Anything Else:

• Was the future Countess of Rouen
• Is Ambidextrous
• Wanted to be an Olympic Gymnast

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Name: Beatrice Jane Decker
Aliases: Trice, Trixie, Deck 'Em Decker, Double Decker (hates), Lizzie Borden, Melanie Stone
Age: 30
Birthday: September 10th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Justice, California
Location: Coney Island
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: Criminology (Pre-Law Track)
Occupation: Process Server
Languages: English, Spanish (fluent in both)

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Height: 5'5"
Weight: 136 pounds
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Blue-green grey
Hair: Warm brown
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Small scarring on her back from fights as a kid, a birthmark on her left knee, bullet wound scar on her left thigh, medium sized scar on her upper left arm

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Resourceful * Judgmental * Patient * Emotionally Guarded * Intuitive * Sarcastic

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Beatrice has a bit of a dry sense of humor. She isn't the one to be giving seething remarks every moment, instead delivering humor in almost a deadpan voice. She doesn't shout and doesn't draw too much attention to herself, but that doesn't mean she isn't judging everyone else. She judges harshly and holds grudges tightly, causing her to dislike a fair amount of people. She's also extremely clever, able to pick up a trail and continue on with it, even when most others would've been stumped. Her skill and intuition cause Beatrice to often get "funny feelings" about situations, and more often than not, her gut is correct. She's incredibly patient, able to sit and wait for hours, without wanting to jump out of her skin.

While originally she held everyone at an arm's length away from her, faking friendship and keeping her emotional distance, she has been recently tentatively venturing into the territory of making true friends. Push for friendship and it will never happen with Beatrice. Yet after her experiences in Newnan, she isn't so certain if she can live to just survive anymore. The people she fights and survive with - they've become her people. And while she will likely never verbally confirm that, she'd at least risk serious personal harm for them. Maybe even her own death. She isn't too sure on that, but the very notion that it's possible that she could...It terrifies her. She's never felt that way before in her life.

Habits: Whistling, biting her lip
Hobbies: Knitting [no success, learning], lying to strangers, roller skating
Fears:

• Her birthparents
• Drug addiction
• Burial in an unmarked grave
• Getting close to someone in a romantic manner

Likes:

• Physical altercations
• DIY projects (largely unsuccessful)
• Cats
• Horror films
• Running
• Exploring

Dislikes:

• Womanizers
• Romance
• Serving papers in custody disputes
• Drug addicts
• Broken Air Conditioning Units
• Starry eyed young girls who move to California to find themselves

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Criminology
• Hand-to-Hand Combat
• Disguise
• Tracking/Stalking
• Running

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Pistol
• Stamina
• Shelter Construction
• Scavenging
• Climbing
• Bow
• Hunting
• Tank Gunner Amateur
• Water Purification
• Redneck Amputee Engineering

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - 1 thong, 1 t-shirt bra, 1 yellow spaghetti strap tank top, 1 white tank top, 1 pair acid wash jeans, 1 daisy printed vinyl belt, 1 pair tennis socks, pair of running shoes
• 1 Can Unopened SpaghettiO's
• Bear Archery Compact Bow
• 10 carbon arrows
• Belt quiver with leg strap
• Hammer
• Plastic package (Has plastic knife, fork, spoon, salt and pepper packets, and 1 napkin in it)
• Bottle of aspirin - 16 left in it
• Brown canvas pack
• 3' rope - single strand - 50lb max weight
• 1 rolled up tarp
• 3 Tampons - Ultra

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Your First Walker Encounter: Beatrice had been hired by an anxious mother, as her child had gone missing. She tracked down the missing daughter to Coney Island. Beatrice rented a room, and as she was planning out her strategy to make contact with the missing daughter, she heard a gigantic thud coming from the next room. When Beatrice entered to investigate, she found one of the other lodgers dead on the floor, clutching his chest. He had died of a heart attack. And before she even managed to call for the police, he was back up on his feet again, trying to bite her. A few shots later from her .9 mm, and he was down.

History Before Outbreak Beatrice's parents were slumming it out in Justice, taking to the shadows. The pair of them had run away, claiming that it was true love, at the age of 17. It didn't take too long for them to fall in with the wrong crowd, pumping themselves full of whatever kind of drug they could find. It was a miracle that when Beatrice was born she didn't have any sort of birth defects. The young couple was only eighteen years old and their conception of a decent babysitter was their drug dealer.

When Beatrice was three years old, Child Protective Services seized her, removing her from the cesspool of inequity her parents called home. She was bounced from foster home to foster home, with her parents hardly bothering with her. They would usually send her a birthday card, but the main issue was they could never remember when her birthday was. Beatrice never cared to correct them. She was too focused on learning how to survive in the dark and gritty city, getting into fights frequently with the other children.

By the time Beatrice was fifteen, rather than bouncing from home to home, she was bouncing from home to juvi to home. Some of the crimes she actually committed--others were pinned on her by the other children. But that was perhaps the best year of her life. Rather than sending her to another home in Justice, Beatrice was sent to a small town in Northeastern California. Getting away from the violent city did wonders for her. She concentrated on her studies, having a sharp upward trend throughout high school. She began to live, rather than just survive.

Her foster parents adopted her, a lonely couple unable to have children of their own. They walked Beatrice through the process of applying to college, and she eventually attended a state university. Studying Pre-Law, Beatrice wasn't really certain what she wanted to do. It was in her final year that Beatrice realized she likely wasted her education, as she had no intention of being a lawyer. She missed the thrill one could get from living in Justice, and did a bit of research into what she could use her degree for.

Combined with her legal knowledge and excellent capacity for violence, Beatrice became a process server. She moved back to Justice after graduating college, her foster family being kind enough to pay off her loans. Establishing herself as a slightly unorthodox process server, Beatrice was more truthfully a professional stalker who plays tag with legal paperwork. On occasion, she was asked to find people for a general purpose, though that business is run under the table.

History Since Outbreak: Beatrice tried her best to rush back home to California, where at least there would be people that she trusted. Instead, she ended up traveling with a group of misfits in New York, moving from secluded houses in the countryside as an effort to avoid the walkers. This worked while the weather was warm, but New England weather is merciless. Come January, about half of the members in the group died, not from walkers, but from the elements.

Beatrice and the survivors, figuring they couldn't last another winter, started heading down south. They stayed in the woods if they could, with abandoned farm houses being a particular favorite. The little community had an occasional loss from a walker ambush, but they managed to stay mostly in tact, with members teaching each other the secrets they had picked up. But they didn't have much in the way of medical knowledge, instead raiding the stores for DayQuill whenever they could, as it was all they could do.

It was in Georgia, two years after the outbreak, that things started to fall apart. Infighting tore the group in half, as people had started to fall in love--and then violently out of love. The group disintegrated, half opting to head west, and the others remaining in place. Beatrice, as much as she wanted to return to California, ended up stuck in the group staying in Georgia.

She didn't stay with the splintered group for more than another year. She was one of the better trained members in the group, for when it came to dealing with conflict. And she had become quite good friends with one of the group members, thinking of him like a little brother. But as the temperatures rose, so did the tempers. Her only friend ended up shot in a drunken argument, and that same night, Beatrice left the group under the cover of darkness. She's been scavenging her way through Georgia now, wandering almost aimlessly. If she finds another refugee group of people she can trust, that's great. And if not, it doesn't matter too much for her. As long as she's still breathing.

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Character Quote:

• "The world was always like this - the walkers just made people stop pretending to be something they're not."
• "Maybe it's time that I try to live and not just survive..."
• "You can run, but there's nowhere in the world where you can hide."

Theme Song: Heathens - Twenty One Pilots
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: 11
How Many People Have You Killed: 3
Why: Either they died, or she died. She made her decision.
Anything Else:

• The Walking Dead
• Type O Negative Blood

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Name: Riley Marie Ridgeway
Aliases: Ri or RiRi
Age: 30
Birthday: September, 29th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Grimm Indiana
Location: Los Angeles, California
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: Front Woman of her band
Languages: English, French (Not very fluent)

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Height: 5'7
Weight: 137lbs
Build: Slender
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Skin Tone: Lightly tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: She has her ears pierced two in both of her ears, a belly button piercing and a tattoo of a hawk on her right shoulder. Riley has a scar going across her neck what looks like dog bite marks, this happened when she was ten years old. When asked she will become defensive about it. It is always hidden under her hair however so no one would rarely see it. Ever since Newnan fell, due to them being constantly out on the road now she decided to cut her hair down a lot, she now keeps it at a pixie cut.

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Honest * Loud * Protective * Sarcastic * Adaptable * Overprotective

Sexuality: Lesbian
Relationship Status: Dating Amelia Payne
Personality: Riley is a girl who is brutally honest with everyone around her, and will say whatever is one her mind regardless if it hurts another persons feelings or not. She does not like to be pushed around unless you really push her buttons, Riley will fight back if she has to. She however is an extremely loyal person to a fault and will always stick up for them if they don't do it for themselves, she sometimes enjoys getting into heated arguments with anyone around her. When she is upset she will lash out on someone even if they have done nothing wrong to her at all.

Since the loss of Newnan as well as her sister Chloe, Riley has since then been a lot more distant and cold towards those that are around her. Though she still will say whatever is on her mind, Riley has become rather overprotective to those that she has gotten close with over the last year. More so with Amelia than anyone else, she'd happily die for anyone in the Hordebuster group. Though when she is completely alone or has actual time for herself Riley will be more quiet than anything like she is in deep thought over something.

Habits: Riley when embarrassed will rub the back of her neck or plays with her hair. When Riley is in a bad mood she will glare at just about anyone. She also is known to just hum random songs or tunes when she is alone and by herself. Riley tends to play with Ryan's Cross Necklace that was on Chloe's body when she died.
Hobbies: Song writing, music, partying, partying

Fears:

• Spiders
• Seeing her dead sister Chloe
• Losing Amelia

Likes:

• Music.
• Hanging out with friends
• Partying
• Drinking
• Dancing
• Flirting with other women

Dislikes:

• Rich/spoiled brats
• Druggies
• Overly religious people she usually refers to calling them bible thumpers
• Cold weather
• People who view her sexuality as a sin
• Bullies

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Song writing
• Guitar playing
• Singing
• Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu
• Kickboxing

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Hunting
• Scavenging
• Handguns
• Crossbows
• Machetes
• Leadership
• Teaching
• Basic Mechanics
• Novice EMT
• Basic Russian

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - ◦Current Clothing - 1 pair underwear, 1 sports-bra, 1 pink tank top, tan cargo shorts, woven belt, pair of black combat boots, rainbow socks
• 1 roll toilet paper
• 1 plastic bag
• Box of pads - Overnight, 11 left
• Metal guitar pick
• Pair of sunglasses - cracked right lens
• Bottle of water - half empty
• 1 Mini can of pringles
• Ryan's Necklace
• Black Leather Backpack
• Metal Guitar Pick
• Belt Holster
• Heritage Revolver - 6 capacity - full
• Smith & Wesson 9mm Handgun 6 bullets left.Compass

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Your First Walker Encounter: After finishing up her last performance of the night at a concert in LA Riley had headed off of the stage while her bandmates went to the bus that would drive them to their hotel. Riley was the last person as she walked past some of the back stage crew, one of them didn't look well at all as she went over towards him to see if he needed any help and grab one of the medics back stage. The young man ended up collapsing, then the man died, Riley tried to call for help when a few moments later her came back to life. That's when her first walker tried to take a chunk out of her, seeing that Riley was in trouble one of the body guards to protect her and the crew back stage went to help.

The man quickly took a chunk out of the bodyguard's arm, Riley started to freak out and she quickly made a beeline towards her car since she didn't live to far away from where the concert was at. Once she got home Riley decided to just drink the rest of the night and hoped that it was just a bad dream.

History Before Outbreak: During high school Riley actually struggled with a lot of things, from grades to her sexuality to even being bullied by other kids in the school. She hung out in the wrong crowd and was usually either skipping class or rarely ever paying attention to her teachers. Riley was the trouble child of the family and always got into some sort of argument with her parents and siblings. This was also the time when Riley started dyeing her hair different colors, this also ended up getting her into trouble with her teachers and other staff. But she refused to dye her hair a more natural color, which led her getting a few suspensions in the past, she was just expressing herself.

Then when she decided to come out of the closet, her friends were happy some didn't really care but when she came out to her family it led her to getting kicked out of the house. Riley ended up rooming with a friend of hers and her family, Riley also ended up getting a job at a local fast food joint. During her time in high school however Riley actually help found a rock band with a few other kids, which they would perform from time to time during school events if she was asked to do it. Riley of course stays in contact with them some have still stuck to her to this day, Riley enjoyed playing music for her fellow students and helped her make a few more friends.

She eventually moved out to LA for awhile buying the cheapest apartment that she could find, eventually Riley started writing her own songs. Riley and her band produced their first album within a year, their music then started getting more attention as it played on the radio. Then they started to do a national tour across the country. After three years of writing touring and all the traveling Riley decided to take a short break.

Riley settled into Pittsburgh and actually got a girlfriend and the two dated for quiet awhile, until her girlfriend had enough of Riley going out to parties constantly. She then started writing more songs and then got back with her band once again to produce their fourth album, and then several interviews were lined up as well for their next world tour. Then the strange reports started coming out as riots started and the world started to turn to shit.

History Since Outbreak: Waking the next day Riley woke with a really bad hangover she tried to turn on the TV but while she was out things started to get worse than they already were and power was out. Riley made her way towards the window seeing that there were still riots in the streets, she went and made sure that the door was locked. She had enough food that would last for about a week. Eventually a week past and Riley ended up going through her supply of food, luckily there wasn't any looters that tried to break into her apartment. Desperate for food she grabbed a baseball bat and headed out, Riley started to search for any kind of food at a nearby convince store she always stopped by to get something small of course the place was looted.

As Riley continued to search nearby stores she bumped into a group a nice group of people, they worked together using her apartment as a place to hold up in. They managed to get their hands on some radios from dead soldiers, one night Riley and her group started to hear explosions going off looking out the window Riley and her group saw military jets starting to fire bomb LA. Knowing that it wouldn't be safe anymore they went towards the parking garage Riley got into her car while the group she was with got into others that were still working.

They eventually left the city behind staying away from any major cities and stuck to small towns, Riley stuck with the group she was with traveling further eastward hoping to find anything or a larger group. The tight knit group that Riley was with eventually started to crack others started to get sick, or they got bit or attacked by a hostile group. Riley ended up becoming the only survivor of the group driving alone by the time she got to Georgia. She found an abandoned settlement just outside of Albany Georgia where Riley settled down doing what she could to fortify just one building she found was good enough.

Eventually a group of bandits came across where Riley had held up in for the last year they easily took her as their prisoner she was only given enough food and water to keep moving. Then there was a large herd of walkers using that time Riley snuck out during the chaos she found her car she had been calling home for the last three years and quickly started to drive off during the chaos. Desperate for food, water and fuel she decided to try the towns and areas closer towards Atlanta.

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Character Quote: I pretty much don't care what others think or say about me at this point. I live my life how I want. Regardless what others think."
Theme Song: House On A Hill - The Pretty Reckless - Going to Hell
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: "The hell should I know don't know I lost count at ten I guess?"
How Many People Have You Killed: "Five"
Why: "Two were out of mercy they got bit, and the other three was out of self defense."
Anything Else:
Blood Type: AB+
Abandoned Hope

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Name: Chloe Madison Ridgeway
Aliases: Tuesday, Inmate 51434-499, College, Red, Riley's Nerdy Twin
Age: 28
Birthday: September 29th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Grimm, Indiana
Location: Metropolitan Detention Center, Los Angeles
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: Pre-Med
Occupation: Drug Smuggler
Languages: English, Spanish (both fluent)

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Height: 5'4
Weight: 150 pounds
Build: Thin and narrow, sticklike
Eyes: Pale blue green
Hair: Ginger
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Behind her right ear, she has a diamond tattoo. On her left wrist, she has a bracelet style tattoo. On her left ankle, she has an infinity-heart tattoo. She has three piercings on each ear.

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Humorous * Susceptible * Witty * Vulnerable

Sexuality: Homosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Chloe has become a lot more blunt and carefree than she was in high school. She's developed a bit of a "give 'em hell" attitude, constantly cracking jokes and being defiant in general. She's also obsessive, something that once helped her achieve straight As, but now is causing her to become more and more susceptible to drugs. Addiction comes easy to her. Of course, that doesn't mean she isn't witty and clever--she's incredibly smart, but she doesn't always use her brains for the best purpose now.

She's also incredibly sensitive, needing to please people. This caused her drive to do what her parents wished, becoming the perfect child while her sister became the trouble child. Prison caused her to grow a bit of a tough and snarky cover for this, but she still craves that acceptance, and can easily be hurt by criticisms. She hides her pain and fears behind humor, searching constantly for something that will truly make the pain and heartache stop, no matter the cost. She's the perfect child who fell off the bandwagon and refuses any help, but the apocalypse has forced her into a rigorous detox program that can give her near mood swings from time to time.

Habits: Scratching her wrist, rolling her eyes, interjecting in conversations, smirking
Hobbies: Doing drugs, writing, biking, pool
Fears:

• Failure
• Relapsing
• Confinement

Likes:

• Drugs (as much as she wished she didn't...)
• Organization (lists)
• Comedy shows
• Catching up with friends in prison
• Open spaces
• Accomplishing tasks

Dislikes:

• Authority
• Peer pressure
• Pets
• Imperfection
• Crashes/Lows
• Overly judgmental people

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Smuggling
• Medical knowledge
• Dagger
• Tae Kwan Doe
• Violin

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Improved Self Control
• Rifle
• Pistol
• Breaking and Entering
• Driving
• Nursing
• Bow

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing: Prison issued boots, baggy beige pants (also prison issued), thick white socks (prison issued), Green Day T-Shirt (stolen), Blue and Grey Flannel (stolen)
• Cigarette Lighter
• Pocket knife
• Black backpack
• Thermos
• Water bottle
• One bag of assorted fruit snacks
• First Aid Kit
• Beretta 96A1 .40 S&W Pistol
• Ammunition for above pistol

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Your First Walker Encounter: Chloe was in the federal prison in Los Angeles, when reports started coming in about the undead rising. The inmates were growing more and more restless as each day passed, and eventually, they organized. They had a riot planned, and managed to execute it almost perfectly, trampling several guards as they fled the prison. Chloe still remembers perfectly one guard, killed in the riot, chasing after them, entirely unhinged. It wasn't until later that she realized he was, indeed, a walker.

History Before Outbreak:Growing up, Chloe's parents were incredibly demanding. They pushed her towards excellence and perfection, constantly taking her to ballet lessons, self defense classes, and violin lessons. If there was another parent taking their kid to the activity, Chloe was forced to do it. Among all of these other activities, her parents expected her to read "great" novels and keep up with politics, and maintain perfect grades in schools. At the age of three, they decided for her that she would become a surgeon.

Of course, Chloe tried to please her parents. She studied as hard as she could, and became a mess whenever she received a lower grade than an A. Forgoing a social life and sleep, Chloe managed to meet her parents expectations at the sacrifice of her sanity, and ended up in therapy for an anxiety disorder in her later high school years. She quit therapy soon after graduating, having been accepted to numerous universities, and while she wanted to go Indiana State, her parents decided for her that Stanford would be the appropriate choice.

She attempted to graduate with honors and holding an internship at a local hospital, and she turned to Aderall and energy drinks in order to be able to stay up and study. However, she soon became addicted to the drug. By her second year in college, Chloe was hooked. Falling in with the wrong crowd of people, Chloe began smoking weed, before progressing to heroin and cocaine in her final year of college. She insisted that the drugs were merely to help her focus, and while she did graduate successfully, she lost her focus and her drive, instead spending her days with the comforts of LSD and anything she could get her hands on.

Shortly after her college graduation, Chloe was arrested for the use of heroin, as well as auto-theft. Chloe served her time at a minimum security federal prison in California. When she arrived, she was asked what her name was -- but thinking they asked for the day of the week, she replied "Tuesday." Until the outbreak, Chloe always went by that name--Tuesday. In prison, she mostly kept her nose clean, and attempted to go sober several times. She was sent to solitary once, but beyond that, served her time with her head down.

Her parents had already disowned her, and unable to muster the courage to go back to medical school, Chloe--still going by Tuesday--fell in with the wrong crowd once again. The only contact she had with her family was listening to her twin sister's songs on the radio, and she spent her time going in and out of prison. Each time, the charges were more serious than the last.

History Since Outbreak: Chloe ran back to the relative safety of her kingpin, once she got out of jail. Only problem was, once she arrived at the old headquarters (so to speak), no one was there. Giving in to her craving, she did what little drugs she could find, before recalling that her sister, Riley, was in town. She sent a call to Riley, using a stolen phone, and made arrangements to leave L.A. with her sister.

It took some clever sneaking around the city, in order to avoid death from the riots. Once Riley had an established group in the apartment, Chloe--still called Tuesday then--managed to make it there. She arrived practically just in time, the very day that Riley and the group packed up into Riley's car, and fled L.A. before the bombs dropped.

Surprisingly enough, there aren't drug dealers hanging around during the apocalypse. Chloe went through a rather painful and agonizing detox process, involving a lot of heart-to-hearts, as well as excessive vomiting. At one stop on their trip east, as they ran into a hostile group, Chloe ended up being left behind, the group assuming that she had died from her illness. No one could have known she was still alive.

She played dead until the group left, and as she was entirely alone, Chloe did some hard thinking about her life. She had a keychain with her then, with her prison name on it--Tuesday--that she carried around for good luck. Chloe buried the keychain there, letting go of that old name and that old life. She was ready to be herself again. It was slow moving, but Chloe spent her time initially getting better, and once she was mostly recovered, she went back on the move. She had to find her sister, Riley, and she knew that she had been heading east.

Teaching herself how to drive, Chloe used abandoned cars to make her east. She figured that Riley would have been taken in by some larger group, and she knew that her sister would survive, somehow. She's been hoping in cars, abandoning them, looking around, and traveling as best as she can from place to place, all in the hopes of finding her sister. She had spent her entire life before being an idiot, rather than focusing on perhaps the one person in the world who still cared for her. She wasn't going to let an outbreak stop her from finding Riley.

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Character Quote: "Sometimes, you look in the mirror and you realize...you realize you don't know the person looking back at you."
Theme Song: Pity Party - Melanie Martinez
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: Four
How Many People Have You Killed: One
Why: A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
Anything Else: roleplayerguild.com/posts/3745222
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Name: Dr. Thana Jewell Martin
Aliases: T, Sparrow, Dawri
Age: 35
Birthday: Sept 15th, 1976
Ethnicity: American
Birth Place: Leesburg, Ga
Location: Athens, Ga
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: Plant Pathology/Agronomy
Occupation: Recruiter - U.S. Navy (Lt. Commander at outbreak - Commander: CMB)
Languages: English (Military Jargen: Southern Influence), Spanish (Fluent), Arabic (Basic)

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Height: 5'7"
Weight: 131lbs
Build: Lean
Eyes: Blue (One much lighter than the other)
Hair: Brown (dyed)
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:

• Ears pierced
• Tattoo on right shoulder
• Several bullet wound scars running along her left arm starting at her shoulder
• Thana's face now is horribly scared on right side
• There is a large scar on her right leg in the front of her thigh
• Two scars on the side of her thigh
• One scar just below her ribs
• One scar between her ribs

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Adaptable * Obsessive * Loyal * Snarky * Protective * Undaunted

Sexuality: Varying as the tides
Relationship Status: Ash's Woman
Personality: Thana is an island onto herself. A bit peculiar and even strange at times, she tends to do things and think outside of the box. She thinks in a more logical way than most, weighing out what needs to be done and seeing resources other might over look; even in themselves. She can be unique in her way of thinking and acting, or at lest she tries to be. The woman is adaptable, always was, but now it has taken on new forms, finding ways to push herself or even communicate in ways she didn't before. She can focus for extended periods of time to work through things. She believes that anything she wants she must earn and is willing to make the ultimate sacrifice to obtain it. Having spent so many years in the military she has no problem with authority but she likes the chain of command to be definite and defined. She can follow orders as well as give them. She usually will not call out a superior in public but she will ask to speak freely behind closed doors, then all bets are off.

The woman is very caring and charismatic when she wants to be, as well as genuine. She has a quick wit about her and cracks jokes, granted some come at the oddest time and unless you get the reference chances are it will fly over your head. An adventurous soul deep down but that has lead her to problems in her past. She has always been dutiful and the military helped her find focus she lacked. Finding herself among a group of others and a new family she cared for deeply. She prefers not to be alone and seeks out others to be around, yet there have been times when she has locked herself away from others to do what she felt was protecting herself from ridicule. She doesn't like being thought of as being just like others, or being compared to another. Much of the time she must press the personal aside and not let it taint her deductions or color her actions. Work is work, personal is personal. The two should not cross and she does not let them, save on the rare occasion. Officers do not have such luxury. Her loyalty to those she cares about has grown ten fold. She was always about getting the job done but now she has an obsessive need that leaves everything else behind, even her own health. Repressing so much to a point where on the surface it seems she can lack any emotion at all. Undaunted by pain or reality, she pushes forward with a sense of urgency. She is protective, willing to lay her life on the line without thinking it fully out just to ensure people she is loyal to stand a chance.

Thana does not give people the benefit of the doubt. While she isn't one to judge and knows there is strength in numbers she is far from naive and doesn't automatically see the best in others. Opting more to give people a clean slate when starting and seeing how quickly they tarnish it. She does not forgive usually, figuring if someone screws up they most likely will again unless something major changes and major changes do not happen overnight. Once crossed she burns the bridge, it is up to them and them alone to rebuild it if they so chose. If they do not, then she knows she made the right choice. If they do, then she knows they have changed enough to be worth a word. Thana does not expect nor give explanation to those she cares about or are supposed to trust her, if one trusts then one's presence should be enough. One should not have to relive the past once trust is established. It is one thing when you are getting to know someone when trust must be built, it is another when you have already had each others backs for months and years.

Habits:

• Rolling her eyes
• Cracking her knuckles
• Pulling at her hair
• Brushing her hair out of her face
• Biting her bottom lip
• Scratching at her newly healed scars and wounds

Hobbies: Floriography

Fears:

• Tornadoes
• Cancer
• Being buried alive

Likes:

• Plants
• Insects
• Gardening
• Flying
• Sky diving
• Mountain Biking
• Playing in the dirt
• Long Runs
• Singing
• Country Music
• Coffee
• Sleeping

Dislikes:

• Hair In Her Face
• Dry Heat
• Symphonic Rock Music
• "Trophies"
• Disorder
• Snakes
• Distraction
• Her scars
• Not knowing

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Botany
• Redneck Vehicles (standard transmissions)
• Pistol
• Redneck Engineering
• Entomology

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Shotgun
• Close Combat Fighting
• Morse Code
• Survival
• Water Purification
• Swimming
• Knife
• Free Climbing
• Basic Mechanics
• Orienteering

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - 1 pair underwear, 1 black tank top (spaghetti straps), 1 pair black cargo pants (one leg cut off to short-shorts), black hiking boots, pair of gray socks, black leather belt, gun holster, knife sheath, 1 long black cotton scarf, dark olive wind coat in bad shape
• Fathers Para-Ordnance Pistol - 17 round capacity - Full Chamber
• 1 Clip - full
• 1 Pack
• 1 Book filled with pressed flowers and locations where each was found
• Bottle of aspirin
• Tube of antibiotic anti itch cream
• 1 small screw driver
• 1 hunting knife

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Your First Walker Encounter: Spending time in Athens, giving lectures at the local university Thana was out and about around town, checking out the local bars and doing what she did best - recruiting. Looking for those "lost souls" that needed direction in their life. There was a massive heat wave and walking down the street between college bars an older gentleman had a heat stroke in the middle of the road.

Rushing over she did what she could but it was too late. Standing there and keeping people back as they waited for the EMT the man came back and decided to teach those young whipper snappers a lesson it seemed by trying to gnaw on them like a dog with a bone. As the poor kid pulled away and the man was kicked back, a single bullet to the head from Thana's service pistol dropped him like yesterdays left overs.

History Before Outbreak: Thana grew up in south Georgia and most believed that she wouldn't amount to anything. Sure, she was smart and beautiful but she was just born too late and became the spare to a mother that only had eyes for one. A bit peculiar growing up, she never truly fit in and was always clamoring for attention she never received no matter what she achieved. Much of her childhood was spent with her nose in a book or in the woods collecting plants and insects.

By the time she was a teenager she was lashing out and getting into all sorts of trouble. Hanging out with the wrong crowds and doing everything she shouldn't. Skipping school, drugs, drinking, partying, theft, etc. She had a juvi record a mile long but she didn't care. Bad attention was better than no attention in her mind. She ended up racking up a juvi sheet a mile long.

At 18 she was already facing prison. Not for anything major but just because she was a problem and a constant drain on the system. The judge for her most recent crime charge knew she was smart and she could be more than just a drop out. He gave her the option - Join the Military or go to prison. Figuring serving was a better option than becoming Bertha's cell mate, she got her GED in county lock up and joined the U.S. Navy. It was going to be the Marines but when taking her ASVAB, she tested so high the recruiter pulled some strings and got her in.

It was the best thing that could have happened for Thana. Her life completely turned around. In the U.S. Navy she found direction and recognition, a family in her fellow sailors. While in the Navy she quickly was able to get her degree in botany and then it was off to officers training. Years passed, she climbed the ranks, got her doctorate in botany, and found that her best place was in research. Being sent to various locations around the world to research invasive species of plants and insects as well as helping with U.N. efforts to teach locals how to best farm and utilize their lands and resources.

She ended up getting "stationed" (for lack of a better term) in the South East with a recruitment office. Thana had become the poster child of what you could become no matter how far you fell. She would travel from high school to high school - mostly juvi detention centers - giving lectures on how her life started, what she had done in her past and just how far she had come. At the end of 2006 she was invited to UGA in Athens Ga to give a lecture to a post graduate class on the invasive flora of Georgia and how to fight against it.

History Since Outbreak: Being in a crowded college town was not the best place in the world to have as a starting point for the end of the world. This "disease" spread fast and being in the military meant you worked with the local police, rescue, and national guard to try to keep things under control. It didn't go well and before long Athens was overrun with the Walkers. A last minute evacuation was all that kept Thana alive and she watched from the helicopter as the air force tried in vain to carry out an air strike on the city. The air strike hit but burning only went so far where these things were concerned.

The chopper took her and a few others back to the Naval Submarine Base Kings Bay on the coast of Georgia near St. Mary's. By the time they landed the place was already over run, though thankfully it was not as populated as Athens had been. Her and others were able to clear the majority of the Walkers from the base and hold up in one of the submarines for a couple of years. Using it as a base of operation and going out in search of supplies when needed.

Yet time takes it toll on all areas. There were not enough of them left by the time they decided to move on to actually use the submarine so the choice was made to lock up and leave in search of more. Maybe given enough time thy could get enough people and train them so they could actually set sail to ports elsewhere. It was a thought and one that never came to fruition. Within three months of leaving the so called safety of the base for recruitment Thana was the only one left.

During the next year she has wandered the state, moving a little more west each day and trying to find people. She has run across a few but nothing long lasting. Even though she was a hellion in her younger years, a career in the navy taught her quickly who she could and could not work with. Ever sensing shit was about to hit the fan, she would sneak off in the night from any groups she came across and move on. The last few weeks of that winter had been the hardest with the cold and snow setting in. God knows she needs to find some type of shelter and warmth soon.

A single day in the city of Newnan changed everything for her. She discovered her sister was dead, she found someone she connected with, watched a wedding. Then everything changed again. Newnan was lost, she was separated from the one she connected with, she raided Eden, she lost an old love and a crazy person who might have turned out to be a friend. Over the next year she has kept moving forward, trying her best to keep her group alive and to finally reach Mexico beach. Now in Florida is seemed they were close but were they close enough?

Shit took a bad turn when her truck went off the edge of a bridge. She didn't remember what happened but she was told when she woke up in a hospital weeks later with a shattered face, broken femur, and a feeding tube. Apparently when she was pulled out of the water, she wasn't breathing and they didn't think she had a pulse. That explained the odd dream she had had. CPR until the helicopter reached MCB and an adrenaline shot later she was rushed into surgery. She didn't wake up for weeks and when she did she was in pain. Yet she managed to let the people of CMB know why she had been out. They sent teams out to start searching and as soon as she could put weight on her leg, thanks in part to the steel brace put into the side of her leg to help the bone heal, she was out of bed. And then out of camp to search, for the four she left behind, and the one who still needed to return her dog tags.

Six weeks before a new crew was brought into Camp Mexico Beach, she set out in search of them with one other who volunteered. She hadn't been heard from since but they were geared up for a two month trek into the wilderness. They went west, figuring that the extraction team would continue to look and stay closer to base. She was going in a direction they hadn't searched, just in case. She couldn't count anything out. Before departing she was promoted to Commander by the C.O. of CMB.

The entire trip was a waste of time, at least when it came to searching for those she was looking for it was. Thing was, it wasn't a completely uneventful trek out into the wilderness. Thana and her traveling partner were able to secure some supplies, reroute a large hoard and take out a group of hostiles along the way. It was a rough journey but they made it back. Thana had given up by the time they reach CMB once again. Little did she know what awaited her there. Now she is trying to put a life together among her family. The place is finally home.

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Character Quote:

• If I didn't prove myself to you by then, nothing I can say now should make a difference.
• If you don't trust me we have nothing to talk about.
• I am more than a wandering figure in the shadows
• I'm going to science the shit out of this
• You will come to fear my botany powers
• Qui Plantavit Curabit
• Back the fuck up off my science!
• Get out of my way.
• No one gets left behind.

Theme Song:


How Many Walkers Have You Killed: I don't want to know
How Many People Have You Killed: Lost count in Eden
Why: I give the orders
Anything Else:

• April Fools
• Rules:
  • Rule 1: Keep your promises
  • Rule 2: No one gets left behind
  • Rule 5: Remember the good
  • Rule 18: Never date a co-worker
  • Rule 28: If you need help, ask
  • Rule 37: Emotions are private things
  • Rule 51: There is no such thing as a coincidence
• Favorite Poem: Self-Pity by D. H. Lawrence
  • I never saw a wild thing
    sorry for itself.
    A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
    without ever having felt sorry for itself.
• Dog Tag Information:
  • Name: Thana J. Martin
  • Serial Number: 260-82-1605
  • Branch: Navy
  • Blood Type: O Negative
  • Religious Preference: No Religious Preference

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Name: Lola Rebekah Holler
Aliases: Tank Girl, Sarg
Age: 32
Birthday: October 14th
Ethnicity: Kiwi
Birth Place: Wellington, New Zealand
Location: Fort Knox, Kentucky
Gender: ~looks between her legs~ No danglies.
Major/Minor: Bitch Please....
Occupation: Tank Commander, New Zealand Army
Languages: English

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Height: 5'8"
Weight: 120lbs
Build: Lean
Eyes: Aquamarine
Hair: Platinum Blonde
Skin Tone: Pale Peach
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears have multiple piercings, kiwi tattoo on her left butt cheek

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Dedicated * Twisted * Fearless * Brash

Sexuality: Hey, I'll give anything a try once, probably twice
Relationship Status: Married to her Tank
Personality: Hey, I'm pretty fucking cool! I am always right there right in the middle of everything, shit just doesn't phase me. Why should it? What? Am I going to sit there with my knees knocking and piss my pants? Well that won't get me anywhere other than being the lunch special for Walker Burger. And seriously, if you're my friend, well girl (or guy) I'll be there. I might be laughing my ass off as you trip and an Eater is about to bite your bloody ankles but don't get your knickers in a wad. I'll kill it before it actually bites you.

Okay, sure I am not the most orthodox person. I am a bit twisted. So bite me, lick me, torture me. I like pain. Have to find joy in the little things in life don't we? And of course I don't have a filter on my fucking mouth. Cursing is fun and fuck, well have you ever heard the history of that word? It is fucking fantabulous! It is like my version of smurf! Now, got a TV? I don't want to miss Bay Watch.
Habits:

• Grinning sadistically
• Breaking out into song at the oddest times

Hobbies:

• Working on her tank

Fears:

• Losing her tank
• Tasmanian Devils
• Needles

Likes:

• Smoking
• Drinking
• Cursing
• Painting her nails
• Fixing up her tank
• Cutting things with her scissors
• Singing
• Dancing
• Weapons
• Being over the top
• Styling it like she was in Mad Max
• Cole Porter

Dislikes:

• Being confined other than in her tank
• Water park enclosed tubes
• Straitjackets
• People who pray on children
• Liars
• Power abusers
• Being told to conform

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Hand Guns
• Tank Operations
• Rifles
• Hand To Hand Combat
• Mechanics

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Engineering
• Water Purification
• Extreme Home Decor
• Knife
• Welding
• Fishing
• Land Navigation

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - This! (Not even attempting to describe)
• Couple of cases of Beer
• Knife
• Scissors
• 1/4 Case Of MRE's
• Britta Water Filter Jug
• Make-up
• Baby Wipes
• Toothbrush
• Barrel of Petrol
• Kimel AP-9 (20 round magazine - 7 shots left)
• Heavily Modified M5A1 Stuart (Aka Tank)

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Your First Walker Encounter: Bitching, so get this shit. I was in the Mess Hall at Fort Knox, you know minding my own damn business and trying to get used to American Food. I mean it ain't bad but what is this shit they call grits? Right, so anywho. I was sitting and eating with this fucktard starts choking on a raisin of all damn things. He ends up keeling over. Great. I just keep eating because I am not a fucking doctor or mortician. Before they could get there he decides he wants more to eat but he is eating off menu. Raisins be deadly!!!

History Before Outbreak: Okay, well shit for me was pretty every day when I was a young kiwi. I had fun, I cut my Barbie's hair, I got into trouble but not enough to get tossed into jail or anything. Loved shoving mentos into diet coke. Shit like that. Your average hyper active girl that caused more than one gray hair to sprout from my parents head. School was okay but fuck, why the hell would I want to do more than just what I needed to? It wasn't like I was a fucking rocket scientist or anything, I just liked getting my hands dirty and extreme situations. Well not totally extreme, I totally sucked at surfing but don't tell anyone that; someone from New Zealand that can't surf? Be like saying that you were the pope but not catholic. You get weird looks.

I guess it was kind of a surprise to my parents when I signed up for the Army. I mean how can someone with my fashion sense be expected to wear a uniform? But fucking aces, I loved it! I laid eyes on a tank for the first time and suddenly every other man I had ever laid eyes on was inadequate. You know what I am saying. I started out as a driver, then was made a gunner - Po-po-po-pow! Eventually the fucktards, I mean the brass decided that I should be put in charge. Bwhahahahahaha!!! Oh that was the day, should have seen the look on the Col.'s face when he got the promotions list. I think he shit himself, it was priceless.

So yeah, shit was going well and all. There were some wars and such around the world, when the fuck aren't there - well before the outbreak that is. Anywho... You yanks wanted to do some war exercises and do that whole cross military relations thing. So out to Fort Knox it was, wherever the fuck that is. I got to meet a bunch of really damn fine guys and I think it shocked the shit out of them to see a girl commanding a tank instead of giving them band-aides. But hey, I showed them I know how to handle things. It was loads of fun. That was....

History Since Outbreak: Until that whole fucking outbreak thing. We had gotten some word in here and there about weird freak outs but from what the Yanks were saying shit like that happened; especially in Florida. Hey, isn't that were Micky Mouse is from? Fuck, okay as I was saying. Shit hit the fan and a lot of the guys were called out places. I thought me and my crew were going to get shipped back home but well that didn't fucking happened and I was grounded. Granted I didn't fucking care. I wasn't Jet, I was Tank Girl. I like being on the ground. Fucking good that I had my tank with me. I ain't letting that beast go for nothing.

Fuck, where was I? Oh yeah. So like everything was as fucked up as a monkey fucking football bat. (Heard some Yank say that) Folks eating folks, dead men walking. Was really twisted and coming from me that is saying something. A lot of us when everything fell apart just stayed at Knox and did what we could to fucking stay alive. I mean we had enough MRE's to feed a third world country, some walls, and a lot of fucking weapons and ammo. Every thing you needed to survive. Or so we fucking thought.

It was good for about the first two years. We lost some of course and had to kill some. Shit happens. But some of us were still alive. It would get boring though. I mean shit, when there is not Bay Watch you try to find other shit to do. Part of that is learning shit. I really should have gone to college, well fuck that maybe not but you get my damn point. So I learned shit and taught shit, and got bored... Really fucking bored. So I grabbed a few fellow head cases and we got to work remodeling my baby. He is fucking sweetly decked out now, complete with deck. Well not deck but hey, I have a grill! Girl has to have a grill.

Then people got sick, I went out to make a medical run but by the time I got back everything was over run. I was the only one left. ~hangs head and pours out half a beer in memory~ So it was time to move on. Luckily my bay runs on pretty much anything. Trust me, he has an iron stomach. And I don't go anywhere without my tank. So I started driving around. Hadn't really found anywhere that wanted me other than for my tank and sorry gents, we come as a package deal. A few fights along the way, lots of killing walkers or running them over. Now I am headed towards this place called Newnan? Newman? Salad Dressing? Right, anywho! I see a wall! Time to knock and see if anyone is home.

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Character Quote: BRUSH YOUR TEETH!!!
Theme Song:

How Many Walkers Have You Killed: Not enough?
How Many People Have You Killed: ~points to the stamps on the side of her tanks~ Why don't you count
Why: The little blue bird told me to.
Anything Else: ~in previous Cs~

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Name: Gavin Hunter Comfort
Aliases: Southern Comfort
Age: 42
Birthday: January 8th, 1969
Ethnicity: Texan
Birth Place: Comfort, Texas
Location: Austin, Texas
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Criminal Justice
Occupation: Texas Ranger
Languages: English, Spanish

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Height: 6'5"
Weight: 216lbs
Build: Well toned
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Medium with Olive Undertones
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Several scars scattered over his body from various "incidents" - chances are he can't even remember getting them. Ears pierced. Tribal tattoo arm band on his forearm.

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Gentleman * Impetuous * Polite * Intimidating

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Widower
Personality: Gavin above and beyond everything else is your classic southern gentleman. Yes Ma'am, no ma'am, yes sir, no sir. He is a kind hearted man who will do anything to keep people safe. Willing to put himself on the line without a second thought. He is charming and quick to smile. Laughing and joking regularly even in the most tense of situations. Gavin is just one of the boys you want to have around. He is a romantic, and very loving. Getting close to people quickly and considering them family.

Gavin does have his downsides. He is impetuous, rarely thinking before he acts. He just kind of rolls with it. This can get him in trouble and while he doesn't have a problem with authority he will do in the end what he feels best, fuck order. Texans walk to their own beat of the drum. When he wants to be, Gavin can be very intimidating, and down right scary in his actions and words. Granted, when he gets to this point, words usually aren't the issue, his actions are. He can be quick to temper and go to dark places but he is working through some issues like all. For the most part Gavin just wants to live and enjoy life.

Habits: Biting on his bottom lip, cracking his knuckles
Hobbies: Drinking
Fears:

• Jelly Fish
• Angler Fish
• Sharks

Likes:

• Smoking
• Drinking
• Dancing
• Singing
• Playing Guitar
• Reading

Dislikes:

• Down time
• Idiots
• Abusers
• Fireworks
• Rocks getting in his boots
• Overbearing Authoritarians

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Brawling
• Rifles
• Shotguns
• Pistols
• Hunting

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Sniper Rifle
• Survival
• Water Purification
• Cooking
• Playing Guitar
• People Reading
• Scavenging

Current Supplies:

• Brown leather duster, flannel shirt, thermal undershirt, jeans, cowboy boots, gold chain with a cross, socks, boxers, finger-less gloves, wedding ring, watch, cowboy hat, sunglasses
• Worn green canvas back pack
• Double Barrel Shotgun
• Wallet - picture of his family, his ranger badge, ID
• Box of shells
• Canteen
• Three MRE's
• .357 Sig - half spent
• Spare Clip - Full
• M1911 - down 2 shots
• Spare Clip - Full
• Hawaiian Shirt
• Bag from Eden Fucker - Big ass knife and sheath, guitar, unlabeled cans of food, sawed off shotgun, half a box of ammunition for shotgun
• Newnan Bug Out Bag - water bottle with built in filter, change of clothing, 9mm Beretta(full clip), swiss army knife, weeks worth of MRE's, first aid kit, book of matches, pencil, notebook, romance novel, roll of toilet paper, sleeping bag, compass, Newnan Bug Out Plan
• M24 SwS
• 7.62×51mm NATO Cartridge Magazine - Full
• James Silverado

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Your First Walker Encounter: Gavin was booking a drug smuggler into the local jail so that he could transfer him back to Austin. The guy was on some new drug that Gavin was never able to find out what it was but he OD's and died in the cell. While waiting for the coroner to arrive they housed the body in the cell since there was no one else there and it was already a mess. The corpse reanimated during the wait time and tried to grab Gavin through the bars. He still says to this day that was the biggest pain in the ass prisoner he ever had to deal with.

History Before Outbreak: Gavin was born and raised in the great state of Texas and is a Texan through and through. As a child running through the fields and doing what country boys did on the farm. Never took it seriously, he was just out to have fun. He played football, who didn't in Texas? It was a religion. God, Family, Football. He was recruited in High School to play for Texas A&M and graduated with a degree in criminal justice. He was good but never good enough to be a pro football player but he didn't care.

After college he joined the Austin Police Department and worked his way up quickly. He was a bit of a problem causer but he got the job done. After eight years with the department and being promoted to major crimes he joined the Texas Rangers. During this time he met his wife Christiana and life was good. Yet a drunk driver ended up killing her while he was out on a case. He never got to say goodbye, Christiana dying minutes before he arrived at the hospital.

Gavin ended up going into a very dark place. Drinking and becoming near suicidal. he never tried to kill himself persay but he did nothing to try to stay safe anymore when it came to work. He started taking unneeded risks and nearly got his partner killed before he finally began to sober up. It was a hard climb and took several years but eventually Gavin was able to see the light again and move on. There are still twinges every now and then but he feels his wife would be proud of him with as far as he has come. He knows she would want him and be happy.

History Since Outbreak: The outbreak came quickly in Texas, they first thought it was just some out break of some South American flu or something but that wasn't the case as we know. He stayed in Austin as long as he could, working with the Ranger, the local police, and the military to try to keep the streets clear. It was just too much. The high population of Austin made it a target site. He was able to lead a large group out of Austin to his families ranch before Austin was napalmed.

For the next two years they held up at his families large ranch. Turning the main house, and guest quarters into quite the community. Farming, water from the river, it wasn't a bad life. It was probably easier than most had it for a long time. Sure there were walkers but Texans are tough and never had problems with guns. They just turned into target practice.

Gavin figured he might actually just grow old and die there but things are never as easy as they seem. The lack of cold winters in the area, hot summers, and more all lead to everything falling apart. Illness hit, a hoard came through destroying what little crops they had that year and more took out most that lived there. Gavin barely made it out with a dozen others and headed east, figuring it was better to go that way than towards the deserts to the west or the tornado torn plains to the north. Like hell he was going south. Gavin doesn't do open ocean.

Life on the road was far harder than life on the ranch, slowly one by one he lost people. It started driving him back to that dark place but he keeps pulling himself out of it each morning knowing that Christiana wouldn't want him to give up. Right now he is just looking for a new place to call home and a new group to call family.

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Character Quote:

• Oops
• Like tryin' to piss in a tornado and not get wet
• One riot, one Ranger

Theme Song:

How Many Walkers Have You Killed: Enough to survive
How Many People Have You Killed: Enough to survive
Why: Some people are worse than Walkers
Anything Else: ~in previous CS~

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Name: Dr. Ravi Chakrabarti
Aliases: Rav
Age: 37
Birthday: May 1st
Ethnicity: Anglo-Indian
Birth Place: London, England
Location: Seattle, Washington
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Forensic Pathology
Occupation: Medical Examiner; Former Forensic Pathologist
Languages: English, Hindi

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Height: 6'4"
Weight: 160 pounds
Build: Thin
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: Soft bronze
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: A New Hope Tattoo on his upper right shoulder

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Enthusiastic * Outspoken * Brilliant * Obsessive

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Ravi is perhaps one of the most passionate people that you will ever meet. Once interested in something, Ravi will go do whatever it is within his power to investigate it and replicate it. For gaming, this allowed him to have nice character stats and items--in real life, it got him through rigorous years of medical school to become a pathologist. His determination knows no bounds and he hates the concept of being limited, whether it be by practicalities or resources. As vibrant an individual as his enthusiasm makes him, his refusal to give up can also hinder him, especially in his personal life.

Ravi also has no verbal filter. If he believes something to be true, then he'll say it. Period. He doesn't sugar coat things and he doesn't hide his opinion. And while he is incredibly smart and knows what he's talking about, there are situations where telling the truth perhaps isn't the best choice to make. It can be a bit unnerving at first, but those who get close to Ravi often appreciate his blunt honesty.

Habits: Putting his hands in his pockets, fixing his beard
Hobbies: Gaming, geocaching
Fears:

• Having to kill another person
• Deportation
• Being beheaded
• Finding Major and Clive again

Likes:

• The color blue
• Beards
• Star Wars
• Liverpool F.C.
• Call of Duty
• Magicians
• Dogs

Dislikes:

• The Star Wars Prequels
• Giving up on people
• 'Colonist Propaganda' (U.S. History)
• Limits
• Cereal with all the marshmallows picked out
• West Ham United F.C.
• Energy Drinks

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Forensic Pathology
• Anatomical Pathology
• General Surgery
• Medicine
• Drug Testing Protocols

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Very Basic and Crude Helicopter Piloting
• Running
• Shotgun
• Machete
• Plant Identification
• Pistol
• Water Purification

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - White lab coat, blue jumper, white checkered undershirt, blue jeans, faded grey sneakers, socks, brown belt.
• Olive green jacket
• Knife
• Flashlight

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Your First Walker Encounter: Ravi was working the night shift at the morgue, when his roommate, Major, called him in a panic. Major's fiancée Liv, the assistant medical examiner, had been bitten during a boat party on Lake Washington about an hour prior. Liv had developed a massive fever, and rather than wait for the ER to see them, Major rushed her over to see Ravi at the morgue. Ravi kept Liv under observation and examined her as best as he could, but she succumbed to the fever and died a few hours later. Ravi and Major spent the night in the morgue, his friend grieving the loss of his fiancée--only Liv woke up again a few hours later. She was the one and only walker Ravi ever killed, and he regrets not doing more to help Liv to this day.

History Before Outbreak: Ravi had a fairly posh upbringing in central London, attending the best schools and getting fairly decent grades. He went to comic conventions and knew everything about anything fictional. Before Ravi was interested in girls, he was obsessed with Dungeons and Dragons. He did amazingly on his A levels and went on to study surgery initially. However, in the middle of his third year of medical school, he took an upper division anatomy course, where they covered a unit on anatomical pathology. He fell in love with pathology, becoming utterly fascinated with the inner workings of diseases, and changed his career path that semester. It meant a few extra semesters of courses, but he didn't care.

Although his university was in Scotland, he moved to the United States to complete his residency. By the time he finished, he had been offered a position with the Center for Disease Control, which he happily accepted. However, Ravi was fired from his job as a forensic pathologist just four years later. He had developed a bit of an obsession with the possibility of bioweapons, to the extent that his superiors felt it interfered with his work. He was supposed to have been researching the impact of various experimental drugs on diseases with the potential to become epidemics. Instead, Ravi prepped for biological warfare on a global scale.

But being a forensic pathologist with impressive qualifications, Ravi found another job easily. He relocated to Seattle and accepted the position of Medical Examiner with the Seattle PD. Having a steady supply of bodies pouring in, each with some variety, helped to keep Ravi focused on his tasks. However, he did start to keep rats, running minor experiments on them with his friend and assistant Medical Examiner, Liv.

By the time he was thirty, his life was relatively perfect. He was dating a feisty assistant to the district attorney, living with a tremendous bloke who loved video games just as much as he did, and holding down a steady job that he loved. His younger sister of thirteen years even passed her A levels and received admission to Oxford.

History Since Outbreak: But that all changed. After Liv died, Seattle became quickly overrun. The boat party had impacted more people than just Liv and it spread quickly. Ravi and Major narrowly escaped from the morgue with their lives, making their way to the roof. There, they met up with one of the detectives, Clive, who was helping to evacuate personnel with one of the police helicopters. They managed to get to safety, but their luck didn't hold very long. Their pilot had fainted from stress, and with Clive and Major helping other survivors, Ravi received a quick crash course in flying a helicopter.

Ravi flew them into the Wenatchee National Forrest, aiming to get to his girlfriend's cabin in Leavenworth. Instead, they ended up landing in the hardly inhabited town of Skykomish, where the outbreak had not yet spread. And although Ravi called the CDC to offer his services, especially as a responder in the area, he never got a response. The phone lines had been flooded. Instead, they used the helicopter in a search-and-rescue sort of manner, with Ravi slowly improving his piloting skills, and evacuating survivors from the larger cities like Seattle and Tacoma. Skykomish was the most populated it had ever been, though the flight missions stopped when Seattle was deserted and Tacoma was bombed. (But it's Tacoma, so no one was really surprised to begin with...)

The first year, things held steady. They managed to get a small organizational system working, but people soon divided themselves off into groups. Infighting for resources and territory tore the group apart, rather than any threat from the walkers. Ravi fled with Major and Clive in the helicopter, making it as far as Cashmere before it finally ran out of fuel. There, the three men commandeered an RV and headed east, scanning the radio waves for any signs of life or survivors.

For the next two years, the three men were on an apocalyptic road trip of sorts. They came to know the RV as their home, staying with settlements for a week at most. The boys would help those they came across with medical attention and training, perhaps being some of the few decent guys left around. But Major had been a social worker, Ravi took the hippocratic oath, and Clive was a police officer. It was in their nature to help.

By the fourth year, they found themselves in Alabama. Survivors were harder to come across, and settlements were distrustful of them. They had learned to keep to themselves by that point, helping strangers who had been stranded, but never large groups anymore. But when Major and Clive were off gathering food supplies, a hoard came across their makeshift RV-camp site. He never saw his friends again, and after waiting at the rendez-vous point for a few weeks, Ravi moved on. With what meager supplies he has, he's hoping to come across a friendly settlement, and offer his medical expertise in exchange for food and shelter.

He hasn't given up hope that Major and Clive are alive, of course, but he knows he'll never see them again.

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Character Quote: "I don't even need to be this attractive. It's just icing."
Theme Song: Electric Love by B0RNS
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: One.
How Many People Have You Killed: None.
Why: He took an oath--first do no harm.
Anything Else: When he first moved to the United States, he applied -- and was approved -- to have his beard insured against laboratory accidents; The Horrors of Coventry

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Name: Samuel Lee (Lee Sung Min)
Aliases: Sam, Sammy, Sammy Hammy, Glasses
Age: 22
Birthday: January 15th
Ethnicity: Korean-American
Birth Place: Seoul, South Korea
Location: Atlanta, Georgia
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: (Rookie) Professional Boxer
Languages: Korean and English

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Height: 6'1"
Weight: 153lbs
Build: Lean/Muscular
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black messy hair
Skin Tone: Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: N/A

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Honest * Impulsive * Strong-willed * Competitive

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: If Samuel was to be described in one word, it would have to be 'fighter'. He's always eager to butt heads with someone and that trait had stuck with him through high school, military training, his boxing career and the events following the outbreak. Always driven by his spirit to fight and the means to back it up, Samuel was always nice to keep around with during a crisis. However this trait of his always ends up with either him or those around getting hurt, so he has mellowed out considerably in comparison to his younger self.

While Samuel is aggressive that doesn't naturally mean that he is a bully at heart. He would never aggravate someone he considers weaker than himself and even going out of his way to fend off actual bullies from people who can't defend themselves. One of the facet of his 'fighter' philosophy is that only the strong are able to defend the weak. He strongly believes in the notion that there are three types of people in this world; sheep, wolves and sheepdogs.

He's difficult to befriend at first, considering his many abandonment issues but once through his defensive mechanism; the façade as a lone gunslinger, people would find a die-hard loyal friend. Samuel's capable of acts of kindness but is inept on a certain level to do so consciously, it is more common that he does so without knowing.
Habits:

• Often sleep walks time to time
• Fidgets with his ring when nervous
• Pops every joint he has when he can
• Shadow-boxes when bored

Hobbies:

• Sparring
• Reading
• Stargazing

Fears:

• Dogs - Highly allergic to them
• Abandonment
• Mirrors

Likes:

• His Remington 700
• Split, his modernised gladius
• The ocean
• Lightning/thunder
• Movies
• Making friends

Dislikes:

• Lies
• Preying on the weak
• Being alone
• Pessimistic behaviour
• Mathematics
• Lack of punctuality

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Boxing
• Taekwondo
• Judo
• Rifles
• Military Discipline

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Sword (Gladius)
• Stealth
• Scavenging
• Improved Bushcraft
• Improved Physical Condition
• Water Purification
• Mental Health (Adjusted to walkers, murder, etc)

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - Dark gray tank top, civilian-grade body vest, navy blue quilted hooded jacket, black leather belt, gray camo pants, dark gray boots. A silver band ring on his right middle finger. A pair of polycarbonate glasses, ideal for those shooting with glasses.
• Military Rucksack
• Thermos
• Firestarter
• Sleeping bag
• .308 Remington 700 (with Vortex Viper HST scope)
• Magazine for Remington (10 rounds)
• .308 Ammo Box (20 rounds)
• Cleaning Kit
• Split- Modernised Gladius
• Pair of Boxing Gloves
• Cooked Venison (leftovers)

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Your First Walker Encounter: Samuel was caught up in the midst of the outbreak in Atlanta with his manager/coach named Dennis, the two were on the outskirts of the city doing their best to flee into the more rural areas. Long since abandoning their car to the unmoving traffic the duo headed into the alleyways in attempt to head to safety. They ran up on a small pack of walkers, the first time seeing them in person, and in an act of self-preservation and general assholishness Dennis had pushed his longtime client towards the pack and ran back to the open street, only to be run down by a truck set on fire, served the bastard right. Luckily Samuel had managed to sock the walker closest to him in the jaw and outrun the rest, making sure to stay clear of dark alleys from then and safely made it out of Atlanta.

History Before Outbreak: Samuel wasn't born on the best of circumstances, conceived out of wedlock between Lee Soo Ji and Capt. Johnathan Clarke as an unexpected, unwanted child. His maternal family rejecting him for his foreign blood and his father not wanting anything to do with raising a baby, Samuel's mother was forced to raise him on her own, with no support of any kind. Though he didn't look the part as a child he was often picked on for his American heritage and he didn't take too kindly to the treatment, on various occasions Soo Ji was called to the school office after her son started to fight back his bullies.

At the age of fifteen he had grown up known as a delinquent who had a short fuse and started a lot of fights and finished a lot more. Nonetheless his mother and grown to love him, seeing past the image he keeps up to ward off others, as a lonely boy missing his father. But this motherly love had ill timing; Soo Jii was diagnosed with terminal cancer at the age of thirty-six and had little time on this earth. Though with this stroke of misfortune came some good news in the form of Samuel's father, Johnathan, wanting to reconnect with his son and mother of said child. It was eventually agreed upon between the two parents that Samuel would move to America with his father and after a few weeks, many tears shed, and a black eye (Johnathan's), he would have landed on American soil with his father.

The father and son at first had trouble adjusting to one another but with time they would resolve their issues on the one of the few common ground they had: fighting. Johnathan would school his son in hand-to-hand combat after hearing of his stories back in Korea and witnessing an incident at his high school where some of the students would haze the new kid. Samuel would have found a natural innate talent at kicking ass to the point where he was actually scouted by a professional boxer who would frequent the same gym that he would go to. After being invited to participate in a regional amateur tournament and even though he would wound up losing in the semifinals to the current champion, his performance was so impressive that he was offered to go professional as soon as he graduated.

This would have gone off without a hitch if it were not for the fact that Samuel as a male born in the Republic of Korea, needed to do a two-year mandatory military service, luckily his father knowing the intricacies of military procedure had enlisted him for his service on Fort Benning, down in Columbus, Georgia. During his two years Samuel had been trained in the use of firearms, improved his already-athletic physique and learn various practical survival skills. The military instructors had even managed to further hone his brutish nature to fight into something more befitting of a warrior; more collected, adhering to the chain of command and slightly less impulsive than he was before. After learning much from his military service had taken up that long over-due promise for a boxing career and has been making a name himself as an exceptional rookie on the professional stage ever since.

History Since Outbreak: During the first weeks of the outbreak as soon as Atlanta fell to the outbreak Samuel went off on his own to Franklintown, where he last made contact with his father. On his journey he would encounter the initial looting and civil unrest that followed the outbreak, though he would wisely avoid areas of large population and thus the chaos that was brought up by small gangs and the undead, he would already have to dispatch many of the latter on the way to Florida. It was then when Samuel would find his trusty modernised gladius, twenty-five inch long and two inch thick blade of steel, that was discarded in a corpse, splitting its head in two.

Eventually after two weeks of travel he arrived in his home in Franklintown though he would be utterly devastated at what he found. At first he was relieved with how the house was boarded up and manned with homemade defences but he soon noticed the bullet casings littering the pavement and the door wide open. He crept inside and after weeks of not knowing his father's fate Samuel had found him, sitting in the sofa, his rotting head blown to bits, finger on the trigger, holding picture frame, holding a photo of a teen striking up a boxing pose, Samuel would grieve for years to come but only then would he allow himself to cry. After using up his tear ducts, he would bury the man who raised him on his favourite spot on the beach that overlooked the ocean with the sun setting.

A few months into the first year Samuel would have travelled back up to the state of Georgia, specifically the city of Columbus, where Fort Benning would be. After arriving and to his dismay he had found the base looted of most its supplies and many corpses, both the dead and the undead, littered about the place. What he would find was some military rations, a map which detailed the rate of infection across the country (which was mostly inaccurate even then) and a .308 Remington Model 700 with some ammo lying around. With everything he could gather all packed up into his rucksack, Samuel would have quickly fled the place before he could be alerted to its residents.

The second year had him jumping from town to town, occasionally camping it out for more than a few weeks in a comfortable enough house. He encountered plenty of the undead as he travelled but the most challenge they posed killing was when they came in large groups and that was a rare occurrence.However he had somehow managed to steer clear of people so far but this would have probably been due to his manner of travelling; through thick forestry and avoiding highly populated towns like the plague, although despite his best efforts it was inevitable that he would run into someone.

During the third year a group of four men of variable ages, the youngest looking eighteen or so, had rolled up with trucks into the town he was currently residing in. Samuel would observe from two blocks away on the roof of a building, using the scope on his rifle, the group unloaded a person from one of their trucks. They forced the man onto his knees, who looked to be sobbing and seemingly pleading for something, one of the four who appeared to be a leader had enough, pulling out a pistol and shot him point black to the face. Samuel had watched from afar, surprisingly coping well with witnessing a murder but truth to be told; he was alarmed, considering the past two years, confirming that his Remington was loaded, he continued to observe the scene unfold. The other three men each with their own machetes began to undress the dead man laying on the ground and promptly began to butcher him. It was at this point did Samuel decide on the fate of the four men, he had heard stories of cannibalism during times of crisis but never did he think that someone would be so weak enough to take a page from the undead and follow suit. Being caught completely off guard with a pair of pistols, a shotgun and no way of discerning where the shooter was? They didn't have a chance..

Samuel would leave town the next morning none the worse and continued to travel across Georgia. Ever since encountering the group of cannibals he had killed three more men and many more walkers..

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Character Quote: "What a world we live in.. where people are pushed to their limits and beyond, leaving only the strong.. isn't it thrilling?"
Theme Song: I Am The Enemy -All Good Things
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: "I have long stopped counting."
How Many People Have You Killed: "Six.. no. Seven."
Why: "I was stronger than they were."
Anything Else: [Read It]
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Name: Alexander Polawski
Aliases: Mugs, Mugsy, Baby Boomer, Alex
Age: 59
Birthday: 8th of March, 1952
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Chicago, Illinois
Location: Somewhere between the Bamahas and Miami
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Electronic engineering
Occupation: Store-owner, electronic appliances. Formerly Specialist, US Army radio-operator.
Languages: English

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Height: 5ft 9 inches
Weight: 160lbs
Build: Aging, but still somewhat fit
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown, now mostly greyening
Skin Tone: Light
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Small gunshot wound at his left thigh, various cuts and bruises at his hands and arms. Burn-scars in both his palms. Left leg amputated below the knee after the beer-trap incident.

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Battle-hardened * Emotionally enclosed * Caring * Compulsive * Determined * Mentally scarred

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Widowed
Personality:

If the first years of the apocalypse hadn't already turned Alexander into the stereotype of the Vietnam-veteran, then the last year certainly did. Alexander was partly responsible for the massacre at Eden, killing countless Eden-asswipes while losing two of their own random strangers, bringing him all too much back to the days in 'Nam. Him losing the last pictures of his wife was perhaps worse though, as her face fades more and more; while his exterior appears stable and focused, the truth is that the "Show-no-emotion" grunt-mentality has kicked in once again. He's haunted by flash-backs from various parts of his life, including post-outbreak.

The event of losing his foot and half his leg could have broken Alexander even more, but instead it made him more determined than ever. Having already seen what the loss of a limb did to so many veterans before him, he knew that he neither wanted to or could let himself become a liability for the others. So while he's experiencing more flash-backs than before, he's also more determined to prove that he has a place in the group beside being the grandpa. The ol' veteran, Mugsy, wants to show that he's still kicking, even with one leg less.

Habits: Fiddles with a rosary, running his hand down and around his missing leg, having flashbacks of 'Nam.
Hobbies:

• Tinkering with anything he can get his hands on, especially electronics.
• Wondering where one can get a god-damn peg-leg these days.

Fears:

• Losing his rosary, pictures and the likes.
• Getting intoxicated.
• People knowning his whole past.
• Becoming a liability for the group.

Likes:

• Fish
• Tinkering and working with his hands
• Walking around
• Cleaning
• Alone-time
• The Rolling Stones
• Coffee
• Walking on his own

Dislikes:

• Disorder
• Enquisitive people
• People touching his stuff
• Rice
• Heights
• The Kinks

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Rifle
• Radio operator
• Electronic engineering
• Sailing
• Fishing

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Axe fighting
• Pistol
• Navigation
• Basic farming
• Route-planning
• Basic carpentry
• Jury-rigging electronics
• Suppression Tactics
• Close Combat Fighting
• Redneck Amputee Engineering

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - 1 pair of boxer briefs, long sleeve red henley shirt, khaki pants, running shoes, pair of white socks, black belt, Redneck Pegleg
• Rosary
• 1 9-volt battery
• 1 compass
• 1 map of Florida - worn out
• 1 hammer
• 1 box of nails - 14 left
• 1 walking cane
• Bed sheet - linen
• Tube of Neosporan - half gone
• Bottle of Oxycontin - 10 left
• Bottle of water - full

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Your First Walker Encounter: The lack of response from the local coast guard on the Bahamas was met by a growing feeling of something being wrong. That's why Alexander turned his boat around from his wife's and his annual boat-trip around the Caribbean, and headed to the closest port he could find. Earlier news on the radio about riots had concerned the couple, but this was different. Alexander called over and over again over the radio, stating his boat's name and coordinates, but received no reply what-so-ever. It wasn't until they saw the harbour itself that they saw that something was indeed very wrong.

At first Alexander thought it was the Bahamas Coast guard that was watching them approach land, but they were too many to be simple them. Then he thought it was a group of tourists waiting for their boat. They all seemed to shout at their boat, but it wasn't until they got ever closer that they saw it; Them. Around the group of people all cluttered up, Alexander saw people all bloodied up, attacking those in the middle with vicious ferocity. Biting, clawing, grabbing and eating them. They weren't simple shouting at them; they were crying for help. As quick as he could, he managed to get some of the people onto his boat and sail away, leaving behind those now lying dead at the pier and the rest, moaning and grabbing after the boat as it sailed away.

History Before Outbreak:

Born into what can only be described as a pretty normal, American family in the 1950's, Alexander was raised by his father alone in the smack-middle of Chicago. His mother had died shortly after giving birth to, which had its impact on both his father and himself. The following years were a big mix of angrily shouting at one another for various reasons, and the peaceful fishing-trips they took on Lake Michigan. That was were his mother had wanted them to be, sitting in a boat and talking happily to each other. Life was good, at least out there. Back home it just got worse.

After turning 18, Alexander wanted to show that he could do whatever he wanted, especially when his father repeatedly told him what he expected of his son. Get an education, get a wife and settle down, just like he had done. Alexander on the other handed wanted excitement and a sense of purpose. His father told him to stop dreaming and listening to his friends. What did they know of adult life after all? That's why, alongside his buddies, he signed up for the army and went to Vietnam. It was to give his father a big "Fuck you". He regretted that decision ever since. Sufficient to say, he found Vietnam ever devestating, even for Nixon's slow withdrawal of US troops. Alexander was assigned and trained as a radio-operator, doing whatever his NCO told him to do and calling in air-strikes at those sorry bastards in the jungle. He survived, though not without scars, both physically and mentally.

Coming back home after three years overseas, he went straight to his father's funeral. Hit by a car on while drunk, a quick and painless death he was told. He hadn't cried during combat, but now he could hold back the tears no more. And so he promised to do what his father told him. Get an education, find a wife and settle down, which was exactly he did. He graduated from the University of Chicago with a degree in electronic engineering, which earned him a decent job with a radio-manufacturer on the East Coast. That's where he met his wife, Judith, and where he also set up his own store for electronic appliances and repairs. But one thing didn't change; his life in a boat and love of sailing.

History Since Outbreak:

The small group of survivors, now sailing away from the Bahamas pier, soon had more trouble than simple overcrowding. People began to turn, leading to several bites before the infected either got thrown overboard, got their heads caved in or both. It was soon apparent that while they could be somewhat safe on Alexander's boat - the inability of their attackers to get onboard from the water being one proof -, it was far from a long-term solution. Who could tend to the wounds of those attacked? Where could they go to find the army? Government? Anyone who could help? What would they eat? Soon they all agreed to sail for Miami as quick as possible. Surely things couldn't be worse there.

To a certain extent, it was worse. They were met with the same sight Alexander and his wife had seen days before. Larger crowds of people at the docks, all angrily grabbing after the boat as they remained just out of distance. Docking in Miami was scrapped, and they decided to sail northward to find a more suitable harbour. As hours passed, more of the wounded began to turn, forcing Alexander to do something he hadn't done for years; kill someone. He had kept a pistol in his boat just for safety, but never dreamed of using it. When he did, over and over again over the coming days and weeks, he felt the black hole grow bigger inside his chest. Once they found a suitable pier somewhere north in Florida, their group had shrunk from 21 to 13. It would only shrink ever more.

They made a plan. A simple plan, but one that might work; gather up supplies of various sorts, sail out to an island off the coast, and try to live out there in isolation. The previous plan had been scrapped after a few days of staying on land, showing the dangers of living in close proximity to highly-populated areas. Both the infected and those still sane - as the group thought of it before the term "Walker" reached the group - posed a threat to them. It was best to live away, isolated and alone. The first months were harsh due to a constant lack of food and water, not helped in any way by the fact that none of the group actually had experience with farming beside gardening. Fishing helped, but only so far before they slowly began to grasp the concept of agriculture. They were hungry, but alive and safe for now. Walkers didn't appear that far out.

That was two years ago, before someone on that island died. Before anyone could react, the corpse sprung back to life, mauling its way through his wife's neck and others. Nobody knew how it had happened, at least those still alive after the incident. Regardless if the island was safe or not, Alexander couldn't stay there anymore, not after that. Some remainded there for various reasons, Alexander did not. If the island wasn't safe anymore, then why should they shy away from the mainland? More land, more people and more resources. It was a gamble worth taking.

Alexander and his now smaller group travelled through Florida, up north into Georgia for a better climate, though that was as far as their planning went. For Alexander it was just good enough to get away from past, and from his mistakes. They would have to learn to do better, to adapt or die. Some died, but the others learned. Scavening on their way north, they found whatever they needed to survive and more. Alexander himself found the use of walkie-talkies that he fixed when splitting the group into smaller parts. It was easier to sneak around the Walkers that way. Then the snow came, and an already weakened rag-tag group of survivors didn't fare well in the winter cold. One wandered off into the night in search of food, another was bitten by a Walker during sleep. The rest were killed when their shelter were overwhelmed by Them, while Alexander got away. Of that, however, he isn't proud.

It was by pure coincedence that Alexander ran into two ladies with a TANK, and even more that he didn't get shot through that whole day. After failing at his social skills like a lawyer in a kindergarten, bringing back a tea-set and coffe mug brought the trust (and his used nickname) with it as the three found another group. He didn't then and still doesn't truly know why he joined in the assault on Eden, but from then on he stuck with them. Then they went south for Florida, but along the way Alexander lost half his leg to a damned bear-trap, turning him into the cripple he feels like now. But he refuses to let that stop him; the alternative, he would rather not live through.

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Character Quote:
"I'm getting too old for this shit..."
"The past we cannot change, but the future we can. Let us focus on that."
"Sure I can fix it, just give it to me!"
"I'll be fine. Don't worry about me."
"Forgive me Father for this bullshit..."
Theme Song: Gimme Shelter - The Rolling Stones
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: "I have no idea, and I don't care."
How Many People Have You Killed: "I don't know, and I don't want to know..."
Why: "None of your business. You'd rather not know."
Anything Else:

• Dog Tag Information:
  • Name: Alexander Polawski
  • Serial Number: 351-28-9463
  • Branch: US Army
  • Blood Type: O Positive
  • Religious Preference: Catholic
• I'm just going to leave this here for no apparent reason.

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Name: Thalia Angelica Carmichael
Aliases: Angel, Thalia Gonzalez
Age: 29
Birthday: March 21 (Aries)
Ethnicity: Caucasian and Hispanic
Birth Place: San Francisco, CA
Location: Boston, MA
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: Electronics Engineering/Criminal Justice at Suffolk University (Go Rams!)
Occupation: Security Specialist and Trainer, MSS Boston Office
Languages: English (slight Boston accent), Spanish (Fluent)

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Height: 5’9”
Weight: 145
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Black, short
Skin Tone: Pale Tan
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced (regularly wears studs), slash marks on her lower back and side, bullet scar below left collarbone.

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Guarded * Independent * Loyal * Direct * Tactical * Brutal

Sexuality: Hetero (sporadic fluidity)
Relationship Status: Single, not particularly looking
Personality:

Experience has taught Angel to stay cautious and feel out people before letting her guard down, especially in recent years. There is an independent streak in her that used to be much more pronounced; the Apocalypse has taught her the wisdom of community, even if she stays near the fringe. Once she relaxes and begins to trust, she reveals a young lady who is dedicated and fiercely loyal. Angel is generally respectful to people, if not always 100% compliant.

The rogue Gonzalez dislikes authority for its own sake. She will follow orders, but from people that she genuinely respects. Even then it is taken as something of a guideline, changeable as the situation changes. The same applies to the reciprocal of this: Angel is not always comfortable taking on positions of final authority. Specific circumstances would have to be present for her to volunteer for leadership roles. Angel has no desire for power over others, preferring to contribute to a group as an individual pulling her weight, working within her skill set.

Angel is a decent person, if very rough around the edges. She has strong protective instincts for those she considers friends, and like many in her family has a profound sense of family honor and its darker aspects. Despite this, she does not fully possess the brash, in-your-face manner of her Prima, nor the quiet, raw intimidation of her Tío. She is not a stereotype of her lineage, though the influence is remarkable. Angel remains her own person, a little more pragmatic and cautious than some of her bloodline, yet unmistakably part of the Familia.

She also loves to eat, and has a lack of formal manners in that regard. Oddly enough, she is one of those blessed types with a freaky ideal metabolism. She can keep shoveling it in, the calories only serving to maintain her form without causing noticeable gain. The Apocalypse has made this less of an issue as of late. Another interesting thing of note - since the Outbreak, Angel has shown signs of budding pyromania. It remains to be seen whether it is an interest or an obsession, but so far she has not been foolish about it. The girl just likes fire.

The past year especially has made her more comfortable operating as part of a small but close group out of a matter of necessity. They've been doing fairly well, all things considered. It's a good thing that she likes these people. Mostly.

Habits: Thinking out loud, absently playing with sharp things
Hobbies: Training, building fires
Fears:

• Stagnation
• Trusting the wrong people
• Failing her duties

Likes:

• Fire
• Alone time
• Food
• Sharp Things
• Sparring
• Tinkering

Dislikes:

• Condescension
• Unnecessary Cruelty
• Loud Noises
• Boredom
• Lazy Folk
• Large Crowds

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Security Procedures
• Electronics
• Familia Gonzalez Presión Boxeo (Switch-Hitter Mexican Pressure Boxing, Incapacitating Style - Experienced, Improvisational)
• Sharp Weapons
• Pistol

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Survival
• Equestrian
• Stealth
• Spear
• Shield
• Firebuilding
• Scavenging/Foraging
• Basic First Aid
• Redneck Amputee Engineering

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - 1 pair underwear, 1 sports bra, 1 black t-shirt, 1 gray pair of skinny jeans, 1 pair of hot pink tennis shoes, 1 pair of black socks, 1 bandana used as a belt
• Viking Roundshield (Taken from Astrid Hansen, belonged to a mutual friend)
• Fire Starter
• Box of tampons - Super - 10 left
• Pair of socks - neon pink
• Hunting knife
• Belt sheath
• Ruger 9mm - 7+1 capacity - full
• Belt holster
• Green denim pack
• Beach towel
• Pack of Juicy Fruit - 3 pieces left

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Your First Walker Encounter:

A late evening at work turned into an early morning. Angel remembered waking up on a couch in her office just before the sun illuminated the Boston skyline. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and decided that then was as good as time as any for breakfast.

There was a bakery she liked a handful of blocks away from the office, so she took a quick jog up the mostly deserted street, the smell of fresh bread and pastry calling her onward. Before she made it to her breakfast spot, Angel noticed a trio of people stumbling up an intersecting avenue, strangely wearing stained hospital gowns and seemingly unaware of their surroundings, very likely coming from the nearby Medical Center.

She saw them try to attack a stray dog, and when a morning shift garbage collector stopped to see if they needed help, they clawed and bit him savagely. The man escaped the attack and got back on his vehicle. The last she saw of them, the Sanitation workers were driving in the direction of the hospital, and the three attackers were shambling after the garbage truck.

In hindsight, that was her first Walker encounter. The experience wasn't a total loss, though: Angel was able to pick up a box of creme doughnuts and a loaf of cranberry almond bread.

History Before Outbreak:

Born in San Francisco to a single mother, Thalia Carmichael had no knowledge of her biological father until the age of ten. Her mother, a Miss Angelica Carmichael (maternal family name), left the father the day she discovered that she was pregnant. The history of the Gonzalez family was soaked in blood, and she had been planning to make a discreet exit from them anyway. Angelica wanted a safe, normal life for her daughter. As soon as little Thalia was old enough to travel, they moved to the elder Miss Carmichael’s home city of Boston, MA.

Unbeknownst to all, Benicio Gonzalez (biological father, independent contractor, and firearms enthusiast) had taken a semi-retired lifestyle and joined the Priesthood. In his younger years, Benicio entered and graduated from a prominent Seminary school; circumstances led to his more combative lifestyle before taking his Vows. Addressed as Father Benicio Gonzalez, he still performed the occasional service related to his former life.

A car accident in Boston deprived Thalia of her mother. In her will, she revealed the identity of her biological father, Benicio Gonzalez, briefly explained their history and why she was kept from them. When he was notified of this, there was an understandable element of surprise involved. DNA tests confirmed their relation, and Thalia was released into his care. It was a little unusual, a priest with a daughter, but they got the permission of the Church and the State found no legal reason to keep them separated. Benicio took to calling her Angel, a pet name he used for her mother.

From the age of ten, Thalia (Angel) was raised as a Gonzalez, with all of the good and bad that came with the privilege. She idolized her older Prima, Alicia, wanting to be like her in many ways. This is probably why she took to the family business and college with as much gusto as she did. Her area of expertise differed, but there was a significant amount of overlap in their skill sets. College and the beginning of a legitimate career working for her Tío & Prima as a Security Specialist (with opportunities for trouble every now and again) was her life plan, and it wasn’t bad. Over years of training with her family, she was even able to distill and quantify the unarmed fighting technique utilized by the elder Gonzalez brothers and their predecessors, breaking it down into a teachable discipline. Angel entered several local and regional boxing matches of questionable legality as they came up, honing her techniques until the competitors refused to step into a ring with her anymore unless the “Marquess of Queensberry Rules” were applied.

History Since Outbreak:

Miss Carmichael was assigned to her old stomping grounds in Boston as the site’s Electronics Engineer and Close Combat Trainer when the Outbreak began. As the situation became royally screwed with zero clear endgame in sight, Angel decided to book it back for the central office in Chattanooga, TN, hopefully to meet up with her family and figure out what to do from there. The problem then became sneaking out of a major metropolitan area that the military could not hold onto with full resources and manpower. In the beginning, it took much longer than expected. Building by building, block by block, ever southward until she escaped the city proper.

When she finally reached Chattanooga, there was evidence of continued Post-Outbreak survival of some of her uncle’s people at the Home Office, though she could not tell how long before they had vacated. She did note that some of their signature working gear (personal machetes, leather vest, knives, motorcycles, etc.) were missing, but the place was not ransacked. Her satellite phone had died some time before, or she would have tried one of he few communication systems left to the world. Keeping hope alive, Thalia re-equipped with what she could find, and set out for Metro Atlanta. For various reasons, it seemed the most logical place they might try next, if they chose to brave the hordes diffusing from the higher population area. They might make a push to Texas or Mexico from there, meeting back up with whatever family might survive. It was worth a shot.

Some hard times later, a starving and desperate young lady was picked up by a group of medieval and Viking reenactors on horseback, wearing old-world armor. It was a little freaky at first for the urban and pragmatic Angel, but she stayed with them for some time in their little Castle Town in Fairburn, recovering and growing stronger. She learned many useful survival skills from the Northumbrian community, teaching some of her own in trade and helping them out with runs and defense. It was really a fine time for Angel; she dedicated herself to learning as much as she could as completely as possible, training almost constantly. It was like a bad Kung-Fu movie from the 1970's, where the protagonist walls up in a Shaolin Monastery for great lengths of time and emerges a better, stronger, and wiser person. But with Vikings. And Jousters. And grizzled, medieval(ish) survivalists. She made an interesting Half-Latina Shieldmaiden.

Then disease hit Fairburn hard. Angel made the decision to leave when it got really bad, as many did. She spent some time traveling by herself, mostly just surviving on her own and plotting her next move. The Gonzalez clan was large and reaching, but the center of their existence was in Monterrey, Mexico. She would try there next. It would be a hell of a journey.

More recently, the errant Miss Carmichael stumbled across the mother lode: an mostly intact electronics supply store. Inside, she found the tools and parts necessary to repair her satellite phone. Soon after, she was able get a solid charge into a couple of compatible batteries by rigging a charger and hotwiring a car as a power source. It was unsuitable for transportation, but it made a passable makeshift generator. With food starting to run low (but a full battery charge), Thalia is attempting to reach out to anyone in her contacts list that might still have a working company phone. It is a long shot, to be certain. But worth it, and a more productive use of battery power than rocking a few levels of Tetris 2006.

Angel had been holing up in a tank for the last part of the winter. Yes, a TANK. When you see a massive piece of custom motorized armor coming up the road at you in the middle of a coverless clearing on level ground, you can either give the gunner a moving target or you can hold fast and find out what the hell is going on. As it was alone and headed in her direction, she took a risk and stuck out her thumb.

When the weather had begun to break, the time had come to set back out into the world. She had braced herself for the extremely high probability that her immediate family is dead, but felt obligated to find out. A chance meeting with a recent expatriate of Newnan, James Grady, and his small group answered the question as to the status of her friends and family; indeed dead after all her time searching. Another chance encounter with the Zed version of Astrid gave the Valkyrie final peace, and netted Thalia a familiar shield that was crafted by her good friend Bridgette (also dead).

The opportunity to destroy the people most responsible for the deaths of her people was made available, and so Thalia took part in a two-pronged attack that ultimately brought their enemies down. She lost her best friend in the attack, made other friends, and pledged her assistance to Thana until she got to Mexico Beach, Florida and reunited with her guy friend Ash, with whom she also has business. Namely, the details on Alicia, Caesar, Astrid, and Bridgette's passing. It has been a year now, but they're still kicking.

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Character Quote:

“Yeah. It’s going to be real hard to do that without teeth.”

"We've all lost stuff. All you can do is keep moving forward."

Theme Song:


How Many Walkers Have You Killed:

Really? That's a question? Ok, I mostly ran from them. Running's not always an option, so I have put down plenty. Never stopped to count. Plenty.

How Many People Have You Killed:

I don't like this question. People stop being people when they think raping and eating folks is a good idea. The ones that just want to kill you or rob you aren't much better. You're just as dead.

I'm really not sure. Twelve, maybe? Hard to say. Baker's dozen? That was before Eden though... I don't know what happened back there. We killed so many of them, and it felt righteous.

Why:

Because I'm not willing to go gentle. How about that? How about - because if you leave some assholes alive it endangers a whole lot of others?

Anything Else:

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Type O Positive Blood

Faceclaim: Jacqueline Toboni

Knew Astrid Hansen and Bridgette Vinters due to previous involvement with the Fairburn group. Might know others wandering in the region because of this.

Since Fairburn, Angel's armed combat style has changed up a bit. She now fights more defensively, often utilizing a shield in conjunction with a blade against armed opppnents. Against the Dead, she is likely to utilize her spear first, keeping distance.

A popular survivalist tactic she picked up involves using her primitive spear in her off-hand defensively, keeping attacking creatures at a distance while wielding a shorter blade in her dominant hand. The technique was invented to keep larger predators at bay, but works effectively against single to small groups of the Dead with minor modification.

Unarmed, she's all Gonzalez. No need to change anything there, and is in fact a more valid technique now than before. She used to mix it up with a certain angry viking blacksmith with a similar pugilistic background. For fun.

Refers to zombies as "Zeds". Whether this refers to a French sounding "Ze Dead", the British Isles pronounciation of the last letter of the English alphabet, or just something that they started calling them in Boston toward the beginning, it's Zed.

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Name: Faith Masters
Aliases: Fifi, Queen Bee, Your Worst Nightmare
Age: 22
Birthday: October 14
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Miami, Florida
Location: Miami, Florida
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: Student/Cheerleader
Languages: English

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Height: 5'8''
Weight: 118 lbs
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Blue-Gray
Hair: Blonde
Skin Tone: Cream
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ear piercings on both ears

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Captivating * Vindictive * Logical * Selfish

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Faith isn't one to be taken lightly. Appearances can be deceiving and inside the girly-girl cheerleader's head lays the mind of a logical thinker. It takes more than looks to get to the top of the high school hierarchy. It takes guts, willpower, and a sense of entitlement. Faith keeps her friends close and her enemies even closer. Faith can be very vindictive when she's felt she's been wronged and has sent many a person home crying.

Faith can be charming and captivating without much effort, often getting others to do things for her. She isn't lazy, she's just used to it. However, Faith is selfish and looks out for herself first above all others. She wants it all and she wants it yesterday.
Habits:

• Twirls hair in finger
• Bounces foot when sitting down

Hobbies:

• Cheerleading
• Shopping
• Bossing Others Around

Fears:

• Clowns
• Scorpions
• Sharks

Likes:

• Clothes
• Mirrors
• Leadership
• Ice Cream
• Puppies
• The Color Pink

Dislikes:

• Losing
• Bugs
• Being Sick
• Unwanted Flirting
• Clashing Colors
• Mushrooms

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Athletics
• Charm
• Flexibility
• Cheerleading
• Fashion

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Sword
• Endurance
• Scavenging
• Fire Building
• Knife
• Stealth
• Leadership

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - Gray Athletic Shirt, Black Military Style Jacket, Black Skirt with Leggings, Black Boots, Black Bra and Panties, Black wool socks
• Pocket Knife
• Sword
• Sword Sheath
• Whetstone
• Water Bottle (Full)
• Compact Mirror
• Brush (for hair)
• Make-Up
• Firestarter
• 2 Food Rations

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Your First Walker Encounter: It was supposed to be her moment. Prom Night. The coveted crown of Prom Queen well within her grasp. She looked flawless, as per usual. The theme was Royal Nights. Months spent perfecting every detail, parading around, getting votes (by any means necessary). And then the fricken' undead swarmed the dance and ruined it all. They started overtaking the room. People scattering, screams, blood, and worst of all...she wasn't even crowned yet! She wouldn't stand for that.

History Before Outbreak: The Masters family was rich. There's no denying that. So it was obvious they would spoil their youngest daughter rotten. Faith wanted for very little, usually getting whatever her little heart desired. This turned her into a monster to deal with. Especially at school where she would back talk teachers, force the other kids into doing what she wanted, and would just be a little terror. Her family did very little about this also, usually buying her something to get her to settle down.

Things got more or less better as the years went on. Despite her attitude, Faith was actually intelligent. She was well above her reading level and was passing all her classes. She just didn't care about it. To her, it was more important to be at the top. So that's where she strived. She became the most popular girl in school. The girl guys wanted and girls wanted to be. She relished in this. She became head cheerleader in her Sophmore year of high school. Dated the quarterback. Got homecoming queen every year and finally...FINALLY...prom was aroudn the corner. She charmed the pants off of everyone she could. When she couldn't charm, she threatened. Faith was not above blackmail and she had a lot of storage to hold it in.

Prom finally came and she was dressed to the 10s. The night was going smoothly. Her boyfriend got a football scholarship, which was ok, but she was planning to end things after tonight. She got accepted into Yale (partly due to her family's money) and that was where she would shine the best. She had big dreams.

That is until the zombies attacked. They ruined her night. They ruined her chance to become queen and show everyone how little they were and how amazing she was. She grabbed the nearest thing, a sword, and started clawing her way through them.

The world was in shambles now. All that was left to do was survive.

History Since Outbreak: Something in Faith's brain snapped that night. In a state of perpetual cheerleader perkiness mixed with badass zombie hunter, Faith's family was killed during the outbreak. Rather than mourn their loss, Faith shrugged it off. They would have held her back anyway.

Instead, she managed on her own. You can't be alone all the time though and that was where she met Samuel. Sam seemed a decent sort. He was a few years older than her, but he knew what he was doing. They traveled together for a good amount of time. Faith could begin to feel like she could trust him. And then he had to go and break that. According to Sam, it was about time she paid him back for his help. But he didn't want money. So as the two scavenged the gas station, he forced her into the bathroom and attempted to collect.

Faith walked out leaving Sam to bleed to death on the bathroom floor.

Faith had to learn the hard way that it was better to look out for yourself. So that's what she opted for. She ran into other people along her journey, settling into a community. But she paid them little mind. She never helped out. If she hunted, it was for her own food. She took care of herself only. If she wanted something, she could bat her eyelashes and get it done for her. Soon, the community wanted nothing more to do with her and booted her out.

So she walked until she got to Georgia.

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Character Quote: "2, 4, 6, 8, who's ready to decapitate?"
Theme Song:
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: 24
How Many People Have You Killed: 1
Why: Faith had to learn the hard way that not everyone will be trusting and listen to her. She met a man on her travels who decided he wanted more from her than her skill with a sword. Forcing her into a gas station restroom and planning for something more, he picked the wrong girl to mess with. Though she hadn't attacked another living person before then, it was do or die. And in this case, poor what's-his-face found out the hard way that no means no when she cut open his neck.
Anything Else: Link

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Name:
Samira Darzi
Aliases:
Sam, DZ, Darz, Iranian Barbarian.
Age:
33
Birthday:
May 25th
Ethnicity:
Iranian
Birth Place:
Miami, Florida.
Location:
Miami, Florida.
Gender:
Female
Major/Minor:
Bachelor's fire science degree. EMT certification.
Occupation:
Part-time firefighter, part-time fitness coach.
Languages:
English written and spoken. Spanish spoken.

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Height:
5"3
Weight:
125
Build:
Muscular
Eyes:
Deep Brown
Hair:
Dark Brown
Skin Tone:
Fair complexion
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:
Sam has a full black and white sleeve on her right arm: On her shoulder and down her tricep there is a lion's head, followed by a medieval shield on the inner part of her bicep near her armpit. Down her bicep near the inner part of her elbow, there’s a skull with a rose next to its head. On her forearm there's a guardian angel dressed as a medieval knight; his head is bowed in prayer and both of his hands are resting on the hilt of his sword, angel wings spread on either side of his body. There is a dove on top of her forearm, next to the knight and next to them is a wooden cross and rays of sunlight shines on both them.

She also has the rebel alliance symbol tattooed on the back of her neck. it's quite old, faded and it's fairly low quality.

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Caring * Impulsive * Charismatic * Egotistical

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Sam is the kind of person that could make anyone feel at home with a smile that draws you in and a charming personality that gets you hooked from the first sentence. She's an extrovert, through and through, and it shows how easily she welcomes anyone with open arms and an even bigger heart. Everyone's family and nothing is more important to her than those around her. Sometimes though she'll retreat to have some peace and quiet, but she'll be back before you notice with a fury of good-natured jokes.

Sam is not easily angered or agitated, she is usually cool and calm in most situations. She's mastered how to defuse most tense situations with a joke or a swift change of subject that almost goes by unnoticed. In order to get on Sam's bad side, someone would really have to work at it, but she does have a short fuse when it comes to negativity and people who are quick to give up. If there is something she cannot stand its laziness, there is no excuse not to do anything when you can at least try.

This extroverted exterior seems perfect and shiny, but on the inside, Sam is a bit of a mess. She thinks too much, way too much, about pretty much everything. She sees improvement everywhere and would like to fix everyone, sometimes calling those mistakes out-loud has gotten her caught into a few heated arguments with close friends and members of her family. But perhaps her biggest flaw is believing everything can be fixed and that everyone can change.

Habits: When Sam finds herself with nothing to do she'll clean or find something to fix or tamper with. She also always analyses why people do or say certain things to get a better idea of how they think.
Hobbies: Training (Crossfit, weightlifting) and cooking are two of Sam's favorite ways to unwind.
Fears:

• Lossing a loved one
• Vulnerability; being perceived as weak by others and herself, both mentally and physically
• Being taken hostage

Likes:

• Animals
• Crossfit
• Honesty
• BBQ Chips
• Leading
• Jokes/Laughing
• Strawberry Smoothies
• Star Wars
• Winning arm wrestling matches
• Metal, the kind you trash to.

Dislikes:

• Running
• Smoking
• Laziness
• Bacon
• People who chew their food loudly
• Waking up before the sun rises
• Being hungry
• Clutter

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Safely extracting people from buildings that are burning and/or falling down
• Assessing a person's medical distress and stabilizing it
• Advanced Anaerobic and aerobic capacity
• Trained with Fire axes, crowbars, pry tools, hooks, hammers, bolt cutters and other tools of the firefighting trade.

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Attacking and defending with a knife
• Building temporary shelters
• Hunting small animals
• Reading people
• Scavenging for resources
• Shotgun

Current Supplies:

• Current clothing - blue skinny jeans, black T-shirt, black firefighter work boots, weathered dark brown leather belt (beer opener on the underside of the buckle), Dark blue Firefighter light hooded jacket.
• Brown fire axe holster
• Fire Axe
• Black medium sized single strap military backpack
• Fitness tracking watch
• BCAA's (400g)
• Shaker bottle
• Protein bars
• M4 Tactical Shotgun w/flashlight (her fathers)
• 2 boxes of shotgun shells (24 shells)
• Basic medical emergency kit (scalpel, gauze, needle for stitching, etc.)
• Paracord Bracelet

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Your First Walker Encounter:
The first time Sam encountered a walker was on her birthday. She was working that day and lucky for her the fire station's birthday ritual was to make the person being celebrated run 3 laps around the building. On her first lap, she spotted a homeless man by the dumpster, on her second she swore he was eating a rat, on her third her fears were confirmed when he turned his bloody screech towards her. She stood frozen for what seemed like a long time but in reality it was just a few seconds. She was able to dodge him and run back into the station, where cheers erupted. Her colleagues heartily sang happy birthday to her while she attempted to catch her breath and tell them what she had seen behind the station. The party was abruptly interrupted by the crazed man and all hell broke loose. Sam ran for the nearest fire axe and closed her eyes as she plunged it deep into the man's skull.

History Before Outbreak:
In school, Sam excelled in math and science so her parents pushed the idea that she should become a doctor. She didn't hate the idea, but she didn't love it either, yet her parents kept fueling the fire. They were happy, so she was happy. Sam was very smart, but she also naturally athletic and drawn to running track because she was good at it, not because she enjoyed it, but found her passion for Olympic lifting soon after. She competed all throughout high school and even college, but when her coach made it clear that without taking anabolic steroids she wouldn't go further into this sport she quit immediately. Feeling empty at the loss, Sam entered a Crossfit gym and fell in love with lifting all over again.

Sam's four years of hard work as a medical student paid off as she received a full scholarship and promise of a residency at a local hospital. Everything was going great, once again she dominated, but the unexpected loss of her mother and her grandmother back to back was like a sucker punch to the gut. She fell into a deep depression and even dropped out of her residency when there were a few months left until completion. She realized that pursuing a job where losing people hourly was commonplace wasn't for her.

Her father, a military man, would have loved for her to follow in his footsteps. Yet, year-long tours overseas was too much of a commitment for Sam at the time. She decided to compromise and passed both the written and physical exam for the police academy admittance, but in the end, she still felt that her talents would be wasted in driving around in a vehicle all day. Sam began feeling more hopeless than ever, without a prosperous future ahead of her, yet there wasn't anything she could see herself doing for the rest of her life. Her life turned around when her good friends shoved a firefighter recruitment paper into her hands. It was the perfect job, part-time too so she could continue coaching at her Crossfit gym on the side.

She completed her fire science degree in a year and a half and also received her EMT certification after 300 of courses and practice. It was the perfect job, at least, until the outbreak forced her out of the normalcy of her life she had established and driven her out of the city she had grown in.

History Since Outbreak:
Sam remained at the station with the rest of her colleagues until they exhausted their food and water supplies and were thus forced to leave the safe brick walls and venture out into this brand new world. Sam was one of the first to volunteer to scavenge for food and report back with news on how the rest of the city was doing.

At first, Sam was completely distraught to see the city in shambles; fires everywhere, abandoned cars littered the streets and made moving around this concrete jungle much harder with 50 pounds on your back and a horde of crazed people hot on your tail. Though Sam grew quickly accustomed to it, she was used to the exertion, welcomed it even. She scavenged for the station for a few months, but the thoughts of her father's whereabouts in all this chaos was eating at her. She needed to know if he was safe, so one day she dropped off her biggest payload of scavenged goods, grabbed her axe and left in search of her father.

Sam found him after a few weeks of traveling alone, he had been leading another group of survivors out of the city. She wasn't surprised to see him offer protection to a group of people in times like this, Sam had always loved his bravery and hoped she was as half as brave as he was. Even though they worked hard to set rules for the group, it got smaller and smaller. They decided to go against her father's advice and leave to scavenge and explore alone. None of them ever made it back and Sam and her father both knew they would never be back.

She and her father survived alone for almost 2 years, he taught her how to properly build shelters as they often camped in lower populated areas free of those...walkers. One night, one of her father's 'recon' mission, as he liked to call them, didn't go according to plan and they were separated. Hordes of walkers between them and no way to go around. They decided to part ways for now, but they both promised to find each other again. At least that's what Sam think he was saying with hand signals. She's now all alone, with her own demons, and she soon noticed that her demonds were the loudest.

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Character Quote: Do or do not do. There is no try.
Theme Song: Move (keep Walkin') - Toby Mac
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: 27
How Many People Have You Killed: 1
Why: Failure to save them from a fatal wound.
Anything Else: She's a cat person.
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