[hider=Violet Smith][center][sup][sub][b]#DDA0DD [color=black]|[/color] Natalie Dormer[/b][/sub][/sup] 
[img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/bc713f549cc8ad6ee7f04e9d4fc30524/tumblr_nnud73COnH1untqm5o1_500.gif[/img][hr][color=gray][h1]Violet Smith
[sup]Florist[/sup][/h1][/color][/center][hr]
[indent][indent][sub][h3][color=gray]Physical Characteristics[/color][/h3][/sub]
[i]Violet’s characteristic blonde hair is usually down in a mess of waves. She has a fair and even skin tone, with a healthy tan on her face, arms, and legs. Standing at 5"4 and weighing 120 pounds, she has a fairly average body type. Her eyes are a light shade of blue, with a ring of green around her pupils.[/i]

[color=gray][sub][h3]Life Before the Apocalypse[/h3][/sub][/color]
[color=#DDA0DD][i]Before what happened...happened, my parents and I ran a little store in Roseville. We were florists; we sold flowers, you know? I was just out of college at UMN, and I was going to inherit the place from my them. I’d helped out in the shop when I was a teenager, so it wasn’t anything new. Our dog liked to sit at the door and greet people; it was a good way to attract customers with kids.

My parents and I would go camping on weekends whenever we could, just to experience nature and get out of the city. You learn a lot about how to take care of yourself...funny how much that came in handy for me. We were on our way to Cloquet Valley when everything happened. We picked up this woman who was trying to get out of the city, before we knew how the disease worked. I woke up one morning and found her eating my fucking parents. I just grabbed my dog and whatever else I could and ran. Now I’m with these new people...I don’t know how long we’ll last.[/i][/color]

[color=gray][sub][h3]Strengths & Weaknesses[/h3][/sub][/color]
[color=green]➕[/color] [i]Foraging -[/i] Violet has a good idea of what’s edible and what isn’t. Mushrooms, berries, and roots are all her area of expertise. As such, it’s not too hard for her to find some kind of food out in the wild.
[color=green]➕[/color] [i]Survival skills -[/i] Camping from an early age has taught Violet some basic survival skills: starting a fire, specialized knots, fishing, etc. In short, she can keep herself alive when push comes to shove.
[color=red]➖[/color] [i]Strength -[/i] While not unathletic per se, Violet isn’t very strong. Heavy backpacks, weapons, or supplies tire her greatly and slow her down.
[color=red]➖[/color] [i]Trusting -[/i] In a post-apocalyptic world, it’s important to know who to trust. Violet, however, trusts people far too easily. She wants to believe there’s good in people, and as such can be very gullible.

[color=gray][sub][h3]Personal Goals[/h3][/sub][/color]
In the short term, Violet wants to get to know these people she’s travelling with. As of right now, she’s pretty much on a “small talk” level with them. If they’re going to survive together, they might as well be friendly, right? In secret, though, she also wants to find enough food to keep them from eating her dog.

Long-term, assuming her short-term goal is reached, she’d like to teach the others some basic survival skills. At the very least, they should all know how to start a fire to signal to each other. Humanity’s basically been downgraded to hunter-gatherer status anyway; the group can’t survive together if the people in it can’t survive on their own.

[color=gray][sub][h3]Inventory[/h3][/sub][/color]
Violet has a leather jacket and a small brown backpack. In her backpack, she has a book titled [i]Edible Wild Plants: A North American Field Guide to Over 200 Natural Foods.[/i] She also has a blanket, some bandages, a canteen, rope, and some matches. Strapped to her belt is a sheath, in which she carries a hunting knife.

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Argos is Violet’s faithful German Shepherd. He is five years old and in relatively good health. He’s not a hunting dog of any sort, but he does know some helpful tricks from accompanying the Smith family on their hunting trips. Mostly, he’s good for carrying things: bundles of sticks, bags, trapped animals, etc. He is protective of Violet, and more recently has become wary of strangers. Violet will often choose to go without food if it means Argos gets to eat, but only when they’re running low.[/hider]

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[hider=Lily Rodriguez][center][sup][sub][b]#ff4c4c [color=black]|[/color] Camila Mendes[/b][/sub][/sup] 
[img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/491b13a0c5094a827c1d0cb33dd12fda/tumblr_owu77kXhbY1v9dyjzo1_500.gif[/img][hr][color=#ff4c4c][h1]Lily Rodriguez
[sup]High School Cheerleader[/sup][/h1][/color][/center][hr]
[indent][indent][sub][h3][color=gray]Physical Characteristics[/color][/h3][/sub]
[i]At 5”2 and 115 pounds, Lily is definitely on the petite side. Her eyes are a dark shade of brown, and her skin has an olive complexion. Lily also has dark, wavy hair that falls just below her shoulders; recently, though, it’s more of a tangled mess in the wake of the apocalypse. [/i]

[color=gray][sub][h3]Life Before the Apocalypse[/h3][/sub][/color]
[color=#ff4c4c][i]"Six months ago, I was a sophomore at Edina High School. All this shit that’s happened makes it feel like so long ago, but...it’s only been six months. I was on my school’s varsity cheerleading team too. We were actually pretty good, you know? When shit hit the fan, we were on our way back from the state cheer competition, on this big bus. I was doing homework when our bus crashed; I think some woman turned while she was driving and hit us. The bus driver swerved, a-and...and we went off the highway. I woke up, and I thought people were trying to help us. The bus driver opened the emergency exits, and the next thing he knew someone took a bite out of his arm.

I was so fucking scared, I just...my friends were either dead or getting eaten alive! I just...I just ran. I don’t know if any of them were still alive, I just left them. Fight or flight, you know? I tried to call my parents, but they didn’t answer. My girlfriend, she didn’t answer either. I’ve been looking for them ever since.”[/i][/color]

[color=gray][sub][h3]Strengths & Weaknesses[/h3][/sub][/color]
[color=green]➕[/color] [i]Athleticism -[/i] Having been a competitive cheerleader all her life, Lily is very athletic and flexible. She can run-and keep running-for much longer than the average person. This is what she’s relied on to survive this long.
[color=green]➕[/color] [i]Intelligence -[/i] Lily always did well in school thanks to her intelligence. She is quick to make insights and observations that aren’t immediately obvious, and she is a fast learner.
[color=red]➖[/color] [i]No survival skills -[/i] Unfortunately, Lily has no practical survival skills. She relies on the group for basic needs such as food, water, and warmth.
[color=red]➖[/color] [i]Cowardice -[/i] When it comes to fight vs. flight, Lily will always pick flight. She avoids most conflicts, and prefers to sneak around/hide from a threat rather than deal with it head-on.

[color=gray][sub][h3]Personal Goals[/h3][/sub][/color]
At present, Lily wants to find her parents and her girlfriend. As each day passes, though, she has less and less hope of doing so. The fact that neither answered her phone calls-up until her phone finally died-has been a strong indicator that they’re either dead or too far away to find. Otherwise, she’d like to find a change of clothes; her cheerleading uniform isn’t very practical for the zombie apocalypse.

Long term, Lily wants to find a stable source of supplies. Whether they come across some kind of warehouse or even just a Costco, she knows the group is running low on basic necessities. She’d also like to learn some more practical skills, like building fires or firing a gun.

[color=gray][sub][h3]Inventory[/h3][/sub][/color]
Lily has a worn out backpack that she used for school. Inside are a couple of half-full notebooks, an agenda (that she’s used to keep track of time), a few pencils, a small flashlight, some feminine hygiene products, and a thin jacket. In a smaller pouch, she has a wallet (with a picture of her girlfriend), her dead cellphone, and a necklace with her initials on it. 
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[hider=Wyatt McCarthy][center][sup][sub][b]#2B60DE[color=black]|[/color] Joseph Gordon-Levitt[/b][/sub][/sup] 
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/qOZS6nzOd85KU/giphy.gif[/img][hr][color=#2B60DE][h1]Wyatt McCarthy
[sup]Middle School Science Teacher[/sup][/h1][/color][/center][hr]
[indent][indent][sub][h3][color=gray]Physical Characteristics[/color][/h3][/sub]
[i]Wyatt always looks a bit disheveled, even for the zombie apocalypse. Standing at just over 6 feet tall and weighing 150 pounds, he’s somewhat on the scrawnier side. His eyes and hair are both a light brown color.[/i]

[color=gray][sub][h3]Life Before the Apocalypse[/h3][/sub][/color]
[color=#2B60DE][i]“Before all this? Oh, Christ...I was a teacher. I was in line to get promoted to administration for the district, actually. But I mostly just taught middle schoolers. It was stressful as shit, managing all those kids, but I liked the work. The kids used to laugh because my handwriting was bad, but hey, they still liked me. I never got paid much, but the students were worth it. Thinking about them now, I...I don’t even know if they’re alive anymore.

Back when everything started, it was just supposed to be a normal fucking day; the students were taking a test, and I was playing Cookie Clicker on my computer. Then suddenly, the principal comes over the loudspeaker and says there’s some kind of outbreak. That the school day was ending early and everyone had to go home. Of course, the students were just glad they got a short day; they didn’t really understand. I got in my car, turned the radio on, and suddenly I hear that people are dying. I didn’t know what to do, so I just went home. Then things got worse. A few of those monsters broke a window and got inside. I didn’t know how to kill them yet, so I just drove off. And now I’m here.”[/i][/color]

[color=gray][sub][h3]Strengths & Weaknesses[/h3][/sub][/color]
[color=green]➕[/color] [i]Intelligence -[/i] Wyatt’s greatest asset is his intelligence. He’s not necessarily a genius, but his chemistry degree didn’t come from nowhere. He’s a fast learner and puts things together easily.
[color=green]➕[/color] [i]Personable -[/i] Having been a teacher for six years-and having to deal with both angry parents and hormonal pre-teens-Wyatt has learned how to get along with people. He’s easy to talk to and confide in.
[color=red]➖[/color] [i]Athleticism -[/i] Wyatt never had to think about exercise before all this. As a result, he tires easily and struggles to keep up with the more athletic members of the group.
[color=red]➖[/color] [i]Indecisive -[/i] Wyatt struggles to make quick decisions, especially when panicked or under pressure. As such, he is prone to making mistakes or slipping up when it really counts.

[color=gray][sub][h3]Personal Goals[/h3][/sub][/color]
For now, Wyatt’s main goal is finding a place to set up shop. He’s hoping they might find a school like the one he used to work at; it had a metal fence all the way around, the doors were nearly impossible to break down, and there was a working kitchen in the cafeteria. Wyatt would also like to learn some basic first aid from the medical professionals in the group; they might not always be around, and he'd like to have some knowledge of how to patch up a wound.

Long term, Wyatt would like to find some textbooks and school supplies. There are kids in the group who, up until recently, were in school. It might help them to have some basic schooling despite everything going on around them. Sure, it's not exactly a group priority right now, but education might be the first step toward rebuilding society. He was a teacher, after all. Maybe he still could be.

[color=gray][sub][h3]Inventory[/h3][/sub][/color]
Wyatt didn’t have a lot of practical supplies on him when he fled from his house. What he [i]does[/i] have is a leather satchel that he used to store notes and papers in. Inside are a flashlight, a hammer, some gauze, a Swiss Army knife, and a pair of binoculars. His prize possession-a single roll of toilet paper-is tucked away deep inside. He will never share it.
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