Arianna is a kind soul with a big heart. If there's one thing she isn't too good at, it's being serious and solemn. It's hard for her to rein in her emotions, to restrain herself. She's warm, friendly and very affectionate. She likes to make people laugh as much as she likes laughing herself. She has a comfortable aura despite her lack of confidence in herself. People warm up to her quickly, though some may be annoyed at her bubbly exterior. She is far too forgiving frequently causing this attribute to be abused. She is insightful and aware of this flaw; nonetheless, she finds herself overextending on another's behalf quite often.

Ari can come across as fragile but she holds her own. What she is unable to match in athleticism or tact she makes up for with instinct and knowledge. Not prone to violence, she prefers to talk her way out of a situation. Her natural charisma has saved her hide on numerous occasions. She can be very playful and teasing, generally always having one or two inside jokes running around. When she is doing something absentmindedly you will find her humming. Star can be embarrassed relatively easily.

She doesn’t feel the need to always be in control of life, though at times she can be very independent. She carries around a lot of doubt, especially with her relationships to the society and about herself, deep down and does her best to hide this major flaw. She’d rather lock emotions up and just "be happy", a consequence of her upbringing. Unfortunately, every now and then, these fears escape in the form of hot tears in the solitude of the night.

Though living in the safety of the Core, Ari's family derived from the rustic housing found scattered in the lanes. Her home life consisted of a father who was determined not to be a deadbeat, lost at what to do, but always with the best intent. Her brother on the other hand was a force of nature, paving his way, determined to make a name for himself amongst the honor of the lanes. Her early years were filled with laughter, mischievousness, and one or two broken windows. Skies filled with moonlight as her brother told heroic stories of old, magic at every turn. The memories are like a fireplace on a cold winter night, lights flickering, for a moment promising a future of happiness.... only for a moment.

The safety of the walls and promises made by Council members made everyone forget. Efficiency of raids made everyone complacent. Made everyone forget the monsters under the bed.

Maybe her father really was naive enough to think the bite mark on his ankle was just a boogie-tale of the past. Maybe he just didn't want to see the fear in his children's eyes knowing their fantasy was coming to an end. Whatever his motives may have been, he decided to come home that night. In doing so, he permanently ripped the pages of Ari's childhood to shreds. Even now they come like photos of an old camera. Him becoming ill over the next day. Click. Her brother working tirelessly to replace the wet rags, attempting to bring down his father's fever. Click. Blood splattering the walls as her father ripped his son's throat, gnashing of teeth. Click Or the gunshots of the neighbor who busted in after hearing the commotion. The same gunshots that rang until the magazine was emptied. The awful ClickClick Click! of trigger striking the empty void ripping through her heart.

It was the scribe of the Council member who answered the door to the headquarters that night. Her soft eyes and warm touch held Star as she crumbled in the weight of what just happened. Soft hands stroked her hair and she cried for hours, days, weeks. It took years for her to stop having the nightmares. To this day she cannot stand the sound of gunfire, let alone hold a gun. Nonetheless, she moved forward. Forged by the hands of her new caretaker, she finally learned to see the sun again. Notwithstanding, she will never forget the monsters hiding in plain sight.

Star is a dedicated member of the Keepers for which she takes her job very seriously. She has been trained in the library since she moved into the Core at age 10 and was taken in by a scribe of the inner Council. Ari has been taught to further her studies in celestial navigation. On her 18th birthday she was granted a sextant which remains on her person at all times due to its inexplicable value. She will eventually be trained in assisting the Reapers with navigation and working with cartographers in mapping out raids. In the meantime she is posted in the nonfiction portion of the library and helps with overseeing inventory and categorization of the books. Though she does get to sort new books brought in from the raids, she does not get to read them until they are brought before the Council. She does sneak a peak from time to time.

During her community service days she will be found helping to clean or organize areas of the plaza. Keepers rotate between this job as they are deeply rooted in humility. This reminders her to leave the world of her studies and to consider her surroundings. She gets the opportunity to gauge satisfaction of the people with the current government, policies, or procedures. This information is often relayed back to the Keeper Council member.

In her spare time she enjoys working on her rooftop garden and studying the medicinal arts. She has scattered notebooks scribbled with drawings of herbs, anatomy, and chicken scratched notes.

Despite still having PTSD regarding the death of her brother, she still has a preference for nighttime and it is a comfort to her. She continues to study the stars and knows them like the back of her hand. She is also aware of her role as a supporting character and knows she would not be able to venture out on her own despite wanting to escape the walls. Her apartment in the Core has Christmas lights strung about her bedroom, she likes to use them at night to keep the monsters away.

Dee is not the type of girl who is willing to take anyone’s shit. She is a strong and independent individual who does not need your approval. In Dee’s eyes if you have a problem with her that is your problem and maybe you need to change your perspective. Her closed-mindedness is a character fault that derives from the way she was raised and her stubbornness has caused for it to be deep rooted. They say that anyone can change; however, the likelihood in her case is not high. Her tough and determine demeanor allows her to intimidate most into either staying out of her way or giving in to her desires. Deeandra realizes that it is easier to attract people and make friends with kindness, but after the cards that the world has dealt to her she does not care if she is Miss Congeniality or not.

If one expects to break through her hard outer shell to find someone warm and cuddly they will be bitterly disappointed. The world has burned her and she locked away her childish dreams of a ‘happily ever after’ long ago. Luckily, there are some positive qualities beneath all of the prickles that are Deeandra. First of all she is always honest, brutally though. Unless you want the whole truth and nothing but the truth, do not ask her for her opinion. She will tell you in the bluntest fashion. She disdains two faced people and liars. She does not like to dabble in gossip and finds it to be an immature waste of time. She is not overconfident and is very result oriented. People who are all talk annoy her. She is rather unforgiving to mistakes especially if they put the lives of the group (her life) in danger.

She is the queen of sarcasm and venomous comments. If you can hold up with her in an argument you will gain major respect on her part. She is tremendously defensive over what matters most to her (being what little that is) and she is not afraid to stand up for it or fight for it. She might suffer a few bloody knuckles and some bruises but she will come out on top. The only soft spot she possesses is for her little sister (who was bitten shortly before Dee joined the Rogues) and (if the time comes) her romantic partner. If you do manage to somehow deal with her and become her friend you will find slightly less bitter comments towards you and that her less violent ‘hatred’ is how she shows her love. At this point she will begin to kid around with you and you will see that the devil’s mistress has a sense of humor.

She spends a lot of time worrying about her sister being killed by someone (she was unable to do it herself) and wanting to find a cure to save her. She views this as a weakness and hates this about herself. She knows that in reality this is an impossible tasks even if reality was destroyed the moment the outbreak happened generations ago. She wants to go off to someplace safe and far away with her sister, far away from her past and her present. She knows in the end that she can’t go back. She’s use to loss and sacrifices. At least that's the lie she tells herself.

Dee’s parents were nothing but useless. She lived with her father, an abusive alcoholic. At one point she had a mother, but eventually she left after she decided she couldn’t take another beating. Her mom left her and her sister behind to deal with their father alone. Dee was eight at the time. Whatever money they had was lost at the stark price of his addiction. When she was twelve they lost their home in the lanes and was forced to lived in the dilapidated remains of the outskirts. Whenever their father would drink he would beat Dee; her protecting her little sister only incited his rage further. He blamed Deeandra for their whole situation and used her as his sick scapegoat. As she got older she only became more desperate to escape with her sister in tow. She inevitable was able to get a job at the bar (a venomous sting to their situation) doing whatever needed to be done to reach her way out.

When she turned 18 she had finally saved up enough to afford a cheap apartment in the lanes. She moved her sister in and things finally seemed to start turning up. Dee’s sister was one the only thing that kept her going and held the last soft spot in her heart. She would do anything for her. Their father became a ghost and went missing, likely due to his climbing unpaid tabs. To her it was a good riddance.

Dee hated the bar. The guys were always hitting on her and the older women look at her with scorn, as if she was a despicable human being (the price of her father's name). Everything reminder her of the past she wanted to cover with gasoline and burn down with flames. They only thing that kept her going was her sister. She was like the sunshine through the clouds. Dee wanted better for her than "Paradise". This seed of hope was their downfall.

In an attempt to find a new sanctuary, Deeandra took what belongings they needed and encouraged her sister to leave the safety of the walls. She and her sister took off from the city under nightfall (all too familiar with the weak points in the walls from their time in the outskirts). A two day journey and they found themselves a few miles from another town. They began to close in on the area at night, deciding to sleep in an abandoned house due to the incoming weather.

Perhaps it was the thunderstorm outside giving a false sense of security. Perhaps it was a foreboding sign. No amount of intuition could have prepared Deeandra for the moment her earth was rendered asunder.

Looking for supplies Dee was upstairs when she realized they were not alone. The stone in her stomach grew larger as she realized the slump on the floor was a body. Even more so when it began to move. It was a trap. Taking her 9mm she fired several rounds, brain matter spewing across the floor. Realizing the danger, there was no time before she heard her sister’s scream. Pulling the the shotgun off the corpse and loading it, she ran downstairs killing the other lone zombie only to find her sister bitten. There was nothing they could do. Dee, unable to take her sister's life, shoved her sibling into the downstairs bedroom before barricading the door. Unable to leave with thunder and rain raging, she spent the next 24 hours listening to the life of the only person who mattered to her be ripped away as a monster was left behind.

She spent weeks wandering around the town in a daze. It was a member of the Rogues who found her, bitter and empty. It took two years for her to bounce back, become a human again. She climbed her way through the ranks and became a trusted member of the faction. She will never forgive herself for that night.

Deeandra has been a member of the Rogues for the last three years. Even if she is not well liked, she is well respected by all the members. She admires their leader and is willing to fight for his beliefs. She agrees that the militia presence in the city means nothing if they are corrupt. She has seen her fair share of people in power hire the Rogues for their own selfish desires.

Despite being a hard-ass Deeandra helps to oversee training of the new recruits. She doesn't want them to make the same mistakes she has in her life. She teaches gun cleaning, safety, and general marksmanship. Her job is to nip foolishness in the bud. This is a high task considering they often get young teenagers who are just looking for adventure. She has been known to hit them with reality, quite literally, in the past. Sometimes a little spilled blood is all it takes to separate the cowards and weak from the group.

Despite attempting to be an impenetrable being she is actually slightly afraid of the dark and she is TERRIFIED of thunderstorms. Her first fear is somewhat manageable, depending on circumstance and level of darkness. The latter will literally leave her hiding somewhere completely in shock and probably unable to move. The only way she can get through it is if someone talks her through it. However, as prideful as Dee is she would never let anyone know this fear, more than likely having an excuse to disappear and hide until the storm passes.

Aiden is a bit of an odd person and he's well aware of it. He's a bit twitchy and known to fly off the handle if someone gets under his skin, even in a teasing manner. He'll never get overly violent when this happens, but he's not above throwing punches if he thinks someone really deserves it. He's fairly blunt and doesn't care to beat around the bush when it comes to speaking his mind, whether it be about another person or a plan that has been made. He wants his opinions to be heard and will stand firm on what they are even if they may be incorrect. He tries to check himself as much as he can when it comes to this, but he finds it difficult to do so since he never got to speak his mind around his father without some sort of reprimand.

Despite this he is fiercely loyal and overprotective of the people that take the time to get past the odd quirks of his personality and he is willing to do most anything for those few people. He seeks out the approval of those above him, but he doesn't really know how to go about that properly other than fighting well and making himself useful.

He pays careful attention to people and situations, he's known to find someplace up high to perch and watch the goings on of the city, or the other Rogues, and his proclivity for collecting shiny items on raids gave him the nickname Crow by the other members of the faction. He's rather insightful and highly observant which makes him a useful strategist for raids and missions beyond the walls. He can pick out a dangerous location just by looking at a map or determine if two people will end up in a fight over loot before it even happens. Despite this natural skill he isn't super inclined to use it unless directly asked. He thinks it's a bit too much work to have to plan to that degree of detail when he just knows.

While some of the people in the Rogues see him as lazy and uncouth he has proven himself a valuable asset time and time again which has given him a bit of a pass with the folks in charge. He'll put in the work to keep himself in their good graces and the work he does do is lucrative for both the Rogues and the city. The drive to succeed and move up in the world is there, he just chooses not to use it unless prompted.

Aiden didn't necessarily have a difficult childhood growing up, he grew up in The Core with his mother being a trusted Keeper and his father a well known Reaper. Both his parents cared for him a great deal, and he had the time of day to run free in the streets and do as he liked for the most part with no expectation; beyond the occasional class at the Library that was required by his mother of course. Unfortunately, she wasn't in the picture for more than 6 years of his life as she died of, not the zombie virus but, pneumonia. Some called that a mercy but Aiden only knew that his mother was gone and not coming back. He understood what death was, everyone in the city does, but that didn't make it any easier to handle and his father was of little help when it came to processing.

With the loss of his mother, his father went from caring to near a dictator and put all of his expectations on Aiden. Being a well known Reaper before his death, someone that was reliable, trust-worthy, and would do whatever it took to get the job done right, he was expected to follow that same path. Join the Reapers as well or the local militia, something that had an important role in society so he could brag about his son following in his footsteps or whatever else the man wanted. He started training Aiden how to use a gun, fight with knives and other blades, as well as basic medical skills that he could find useful. For a while Aiden enjoyed the training but as time went on his father got more and more fanatical and rough with him to the point of broken bones in some instances. An arm here or a leg there, which still occasionally trouble him when the weather gets cold or he puts too much strain on them. Though when told "It's for your own good" it's hard to believe it's anything else at that age or that a parent has anything less than good intentions.

When he was 14 his father left on a mission outside the walls, just a standard supply run to get whatever they could from nearby locations, but either them, or the previous team, had missed a roving group of zombies and they ran right into them. The fight was quick and bloody but not quick enough to avoid his father getting bitten. The man decided to hide the wound, though he knew what it meant, and return to the city. Aiden questioned his father when he started to get sick, but got nothing more than a curt dismissal and order to keep quiet about it. When his father turned several days later he was the only one in the house and used the training he'd learned to kill the only remaining family he had before fleeing to the neighbors house and collapsing from shock covered in blood.

Once he came to he knew there was no way he could afford to live in his house and the neighbors couldn't afford to house another child. With nowhere else to go he spent the next couple years wandering the Lanes and The Outskirts doing whatever he needed to in order to survive. He mostly avoided people and stole what he couldn't get any other way. It was honestly a miracle he never got caught by the militia, but he managed it by keeping to the shadows and knowing the streets like the back of his hand. He spent that time not speaking and trying to process the loss of the only life he knew. It wasn't easy and the solitude did give him a few odd habits that he still hasn't shaken.

Once he hit the age of 16 he decided to join up with the Rogues with the intention of stepping into the role of a Reaper like his father when he hit the age of 21, but when that birthday came he decided he liked where he was too much to just up and leave. The Rogues gave him the freedom he wanted, but he still felt like he was honoring his father's wishes. Even with the way he was treated he didn't know anything else and the thought at least gave him something to focus on.

Aidan has been a member of the Rogues since he was old enough to join. Despite being there for years he never wanted to take on a leadership role beyond what was expected of him. He likes being able to go outside the city walls and doesn't want to get saddled with bureaucracy or decision-making. He'll work with other people in the faction to make plans or help scout when asked, but most of the time he prefers to keep to himself.

The people within the faction know him well and know his skills when it comes to going out on raids, paid or no, he's just interested in exploring outside the walls. Offer him a job and he'll be on his feet in a heartbeat ready to go. Despite his quirks he's a reliable member to have watching your back, provided you don't find anything shiny, in that case all bets are off.

While Aiden is proficient in close quarters combat he is much happier fighting from a distance or just sneaking past any threats without engaging. If asks he says it's to avoid wasting time and resources, but in reality the act of killing a Host with a blade reminds him too much of killing his father.

A tall, wide young man with a body built by labor. A strong, muscular body but not particularly lean, he clearly was well-fed in his upbringing. His hands are rough from using tools most his life but he has no noticeable scars. Though usually dressed in long-sleeves and jeans his arms and legs, when seen, are thick with hair.

Most would say that Nick is a good guy but perhaps a bit foolish. In a world where most people want comfort and safety above all else, Nick is one of the few that has both but is willing to give them up. He has a strong desire to explore the world outside the walls, though this isn't only to satisfy himself. He also believes that he could better serve the city and its people this way, protecting others who also venture out to scavenge. And he's not one to listen to naysayers that tell him otherwise. While it isn't quite a savior complex he certainly does like to think of himself as a protective big brother to his comrades, even though he hasn't done much protecting just yet. Being a Reaper is a very dangerous job that many never come back from, but Nick will make sure that everyone will make it home from now on.

Many people in Lanes and the Core think that growing up in the Northern Fields is an easy life. After all, Wakers effectively get unlimited access to clean water and farmers get access to premium crops. What they don't often think about is that the labor involved isn't exactly easy. Of course when it's your life you get used to it, just as Nicholas did. His parents were Wakers and he was raised to follow their footsteps exactly, growing produce for Paradise Falls year-round. The privileges it afforded were nice and life was overall pretty comfortable, but for young Nick that wasn't enough.

He simply wasn't content with spending his days playing in the dirt. And as he grew older he became more and more restless. What little free time he had he would visit the Core to try and read new books at the library. While the worlds of fantasy and mystery in the fiction section would be very entertaining he would ultimately have to spend the majority of his days in rigorous tedium in the fields. It was an unsatisfactory method of escape. When Nick had suggested to his parents that he should try joining the Reapers, to get a broader experience of life and to see outside the walls, he was given the most heated lecture he had ever received. He was the only son of the Hughes family, if he left the farm it would cause problems not just for his parents but ultimately it would affect the yield for the whole Fields. He was forbidden from leaving.

Not one to take "no" for an answer, Nick continued his visits to the library. Only now he began to frequent the nonfiction section, to learn what he could about the rest of the world. It was during one of these trips that Nick stumbled upon one of the leaders of the Reapers by pure happenstance. He explained his situation and garnered some sympathy, but he was told that ultimately it would be his choice what to do with his life. After Nick went home that night he put some thought into what he should do. Stay on the farm or follow his own dreams? It was funny in a way, living the very same trope he saw in so many stories in the library. In the end he made his choice.

Nick told his parents that he was joining the Reapers, much to their chagrin. The conversation was very loud and one-sided but Nick would not be swayed. After all, he could be replaced on the farm by taking in a new Waker to pick up his labor. There really wasn't any reasons left for him to stay beyond his safety, but Nick told them with a smile "don't worry about me, I'll be the one keeping us all safe." With that he packed up what few things he had and moved out. He found a new place to stay in the Lanes, somewhat near the Reapers' headquarters. It was a small apartment with communal bathrooms and heavy utility restrictions, completely unlike his home, but it was a necessary change. Within a few days he had joined the Reapers, and now Nick has been spending his time preparing for his first real excursion beyond the walls. He thinks he is ready, but only time will tell if he is brave or if he is a fool.

Though raised as a Waker tending to the fields, Nick has recently joined the Reapers to begin venturing past the walls. His inexperience in his new role shows but he has been more than willing to learn the tricks of the trade. Should he wind up not cut out for the job he can always fall back on his lifelong skills as a farmer.

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Jack is an eccentric outcast who spends his time either studying alone or wandering the outskirts. He often speaks in a skittish and brazen manner particularly when it comes to things he considers 'within his expertise'. Although he will often stick to his own company or those who he considers close, he has a tendency to guard his ideas and thought processes close to himself. Jack will particularly avoid mentioning his goals around militia and similar enforcement. He has a continuing fear that any move he makes will result in negative repercussions for him somewhere down the line.

Jack is incredibly inquisitive and is dead set on perfecting his line of study. During his time in the library, he will read for hours on end. While he is out in the outskirts, he will be practicing on the sparsely leftover electronics there. In a particular attic of a building there, he keeps his electrical equipment which he tests on at night.

Jack was raised in a stable and loving household. Both of his parents were Keepers and he particularly took to his father who was an electrical engineer. While this still remains largely the same, Jack is now increasingly distant from his parents due to events that happened 7 years ago.

When Jack was 12, his father took his into his work at the Grid. Seeing his son's passion for his line of work, Jack's father thought it would be a great idea to show him around the work site. Unfortunately, Jack's curiosity ruined it all. In his excitement 12-year-old Jack began climbing the solar panels and was caught by the militia. They couldn't force expulsion on to a 12-year-old especially when his father had an important part in maintaining the Grid. So instead, they banned him from ever coming close to the Grid. Failure to keep a distance would result in immediate expulsion. Jack looked to his father to defend him, only to receive no such defense.

Whether someone could view this as right or wrong, Jack in his developing mind saw it all as wrong. The power-hungry militia banned him because they were scared of improvement, his father was a coward who would just bow to their whims, and even the solar panels he looked at while up there were sub-optimally assembled. While doubts of these thoughts would run through his mind occasionally, he has kept these ideas up until the present day.

Now he does most of his research in secret and only presents enough of it to scrape by in his position as a Keeper. While he is not a part of the Rogues properly, he exchanges free services for the ability to join their expeditions past the wall. Jack does not participate in the looting portion of it and is mainly interested in surveying the landscape for nearby power stations. But he is known to rip electronics out of the occasional car or other vehicles. He will also assess electrical loot pulled in from the Rogues. He will often try to trade for key tech, but freely assess the value of other pieces so the Rogues can sell them for a good market value.

Jack is a Keeper by official trade, his specialty is electronics. He assists in helping others study in the profession. But his primary role is maintaining and developing electrical equipment around Paradise Falls, provided he maintains distance from the Grid.

Jack is not an official member of the Rogues, but he hangs out with them and commonly trades and exchanges services with them.

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Height:

Standing at 6’5", Tarak has not only height but also an imposing figure.

Weight:

230 lbs, he was well fed and well trained as his father wanted to make Tarak the absolute unit he could be.

Body Type:

Mesomorph, rectangular with more muscle built with a larger chest and shoulders.

Age:

Age: 20 years old.

Birthday: August 21st

Eyes:

Color: Bright Silvery eyes that sparkle with gold in the light.

Quality: He has great vision, with a strong dark vision.

Shape: A little on the larger side, yet look very sharp.

Hair:

Color: Jet black

Texture: Soft and feels smooth

Length: Semi-short, giving enough to play with.

Style: Straight and slightly spiky as he has it part to the left side of his face.

Skin:

Shade: A nice tan with a bit of lightness.

Texture: His face feels slightly smooth yet the rest of his body feels slightly coarse.

Birthmarks: He has a large birthmark on the back of his palm, it looks like a heart.

Scars: He has many different scars across his body, yet the most noticeable one is the one on his face, as it is a large scar that spans the left side of his face. This scar he got from when he went to get even with the kid who bullied him when he was 6.

Hands:

Size: he has larger hands that are thick and muscular.

Condition: A heavy amount of scars spans both his hands, as they have seen quite a bit of use, and his left pinky is slightly bent out of place.

Nails: Always trimmed and kept well enough, but because of the punishment he has put them through, multiple nails are warped and bent slightly.


Manner of dress:

Normal: Tarak wears simple clothing, t-shirts, black pants and Jean's, and many other pieces of clothing that give him a simple and slightly rugged look.

Raiding: Tarak has no real changes to his look when he goes out past the walls, the only thing that does change is the placement of clothing, as he does make sure his forearms are more covered and hands because the infected are known to go for those places first.

Voice:

Accent: American with no heavy accent.

Tone/Pitch: Mid to lower ranges.

Typical Volume: Normal speaking as it is comfortable to hear from a few feet away from being right next to him.

Speech:

Habits: Tarak can sometimes find himself saying filler words because he will lose his train of thought in conversations.

Profanity: Tarak rarely uses profanity; however, it is out of a genuine reaction he is unable to filter when he does.

Movement and gestures:

When speaking he will normally make small gestures that will go unnoticed by him, yet can sometimes add context to what he is saying.

Overall Liveliness:

Tarak is very energetic, as oftentimes he will be moving and adventuring, he is always on the move and always trying to do something, if not for someone for his own amusement.

Grace of Movement:

Even with his size, Tarak is quite graceful, even able to maneuver with ease in many different ways with little trouble.

Extent of Physical Expressiveness:

Tarak is a very expressive person: when he gets upset it shows through his face and body language, when he is angry his face and body will change and almost feels like looking at a beast, and when he is happy he wears a large smile.

Posture:

Tarak stands tall, even with this when he is relaxing he almost molds to whatever surface he is laying on, almost like he becomes one with the object he is on.

Agility:

Tarak is quite agile, especially with his size, and very deft with his hands.

Accuracy of Senses:

Tarak's senses are extremely sharp, to the point where his senses and instincts are something akin to a razor-sharp blade.

Other:

His instincts are something considered to be a sixth sense that is constantly on alert. His reliance on his instincts is what has made him so good at fighting.

Tarak is a kind and jovial Soul. He loves to have fun and do as he wishes, yet that doesn't mean he can't be serious and even mean. Yet to most he comes off as jovial and a bit of a prankster. He loves to put smiles on others through just small things to get people to loosen up. He is a very confident man and many can see it, yet he never really flaunts it. Yet he is not without fault, when you cross him, he'll come back twice as hard. His father had taught him something important, do no harm, but take no shit. Often time people found themselves on the wrong side of Tarak because of their wish to screw with him, and oftentimes they found what it meant to mess with the son of the Devil.

Even with his mean streak, Tarak is quite a compassionate and caring man. He has done many questionable things to help others. He had left the walls on multiple occasions to get supplies and other things for the more destitute children that his father taught. He has risked life and limb on countless occasions even to the point where he had nearly been killed on multiple occasions to do what he needed. He has high respect for those who will do what has to be done for their ideals and goals, as his father had spent many years as a Rouge to get supplies and other things for the kids that he teaches, now Tarak does the same as he finds immense joy and purpose in doing such a thing.

Tarak will often go and follow his instincts and his whims, and many times he will very often not stray from his feelings as he believes they are correct. Sometimes they have led to good fortune, other times they can lead to sometimes dangerous situations, but every time he follows his instincts as they are the few things he can trust outside of the walls.

When Tarak was born, he was dealt a bad hand. His mother was a prostitute and his father could have been any countless men. Yet in of it all, his mother seemed to have loved him and wished to raise him. That might have happened if she didn't die during childbirth, leaving Tarak a hand of cards that lost from the start. The thought of letting the child die came across multiple people's minds after his mother's death. She was a prostitute so no one would care if the illegitimate child of any countless fathers would go missing, and it would just be another mouth to feed before he could even be useful. However, it seemed as if Tarak has some good luck after all, as a man decided to take him and raise him as his own, Fredrick Jones.

Fredrick raised Tarak in a certain way: do no harm, but take no shit. At first, it started with: do not hurt others. Tarak thought this meant never hurt people, as it ended up with Tarak getting beat up when he was 6 by another kid who was older than him. Later Fredrick talked to Tarak and was upset with him why he didn't fight back, as it was found Tarak didn't fight back because he was told not to hurt others. That was when he was informed that he was not to hurt others until they hurt him. As then he was given a switchblade and told, "Now get even".

The next day Tarak left a note for the kid who bullied him 'from his crush', it told him to meet at the old church that was right outside the lanes. He showed up to find Tarak as he took out his blade and threatened him to never come near him again, yet the bully wiped out his own blade and threaten he'd gut Tarak. Tarak scoffed as the bully ran over and started throwing wild blade attacks, Tarak dodged them quite easily, yet in his pocket, the bully pulled out what looked like a pipe gun and aimed at Tarak. Tarak's immediate reaction was to dodge to the side, but the bully knew this and slashed out at Tarak and sliced him across the face. Tarak let out a yell of pain as his whole body wanted to freeze, but he knew he needed to run away, so Tarak ran upstairs, knowing the bully would follow. As when he got up there he looked around through the blood in his eyes and found the thing he was looking for, as when the bully made it up he was ready to try and finish the job. But Tarak had other plans, when the bully got close, Tarak jumped and tackled the bully as they both fell through the ceiling and slammed into the ground.

Tarak checked himself and found he had multiple broken bones and it felt like he couldn't move, but he knew he needed to leave. When Tarak got up he saw the bully was out cold, Tarak then just walked away and went back home. Later it was news that the boy was found in the ruins with both his legs and multiple ribs broken. The story was that he was playing on the roof as it fell through and got injured from the fall. There was a story later that the child went and slashed Tarak's face and the kid felt as if he made a mistake, so he fled to hide in the church before it fell in on him. It was found he had used a few pieces of pipe to mimic a Zip gun to threaten and silence other kids from what he does.

During his schooling, Tarak was looked at as the Dean's Son, many times people thought he was being played like a favorite as he seemed to excel in comparison to all others in his year, well that was those on the outside. Those who knew what Fredrick did in his off time, knew Tarak was already being treated like a man by his father. When Tarak hit 8 years old was when he first ventured outside the walls, originally it was to explore the ruins, that was when he noticed his father was outside the wall with other people. They seemed geared with many different weapons and supplies, as his Father's face looks different: confident and commanding like he owned the place and wanted to let everyone know it. Tarak followed out of interest in what his father was doing, but not even after an hour into the expedition Fredrick found Tarak and pulled him off to the side. He was asked why he came out here yet Tarak retorted with his own question and asked why his father was out here. At first, Fredrick was gonna just smack the boy, but he realized this was gonna happen. Tarak was adventurous and clever enough to know when his father is doing something, so he told Tarak that he is out here to get supplies for the Students. Tarak wished to help, after all, even with some of the bullying, Tarak loved the school and all the people who come. It was a place that seemed to always be happy and lively and Tarak wish to protect it, yet everything around it seemed so drab, like a lonely place that seemed to suck the life of others. Tarak wished to protect this place that his father had spent his life building up and teaching at.

This was when he realized Tarak had grown quite a bit, his eyes were very different from most kids, they were stern and hard like they know what they were doing. Fredrick allowed Tarak to tag along, with the condition that if he can't pull his weight, he will lose all the loot he finds. This motivated Tarak, as it meant he had something to work towards, as he worked his hardest, pushing well beyond the limits of a normal 8-year-old, he could carry large amounts of objects with ease and put in as much work as he could. As once he made it back, to Tarak's dismay, all of his loot was taken by his father. yet this was when he found out about what he does with what he gets from the outside. Fredrick goes and sells what he can, barters with what he can to get the stuff he needs for the school students. For some shoes, clothing, and basic supplies for families, for others food and a place to get away from the abuse. Anything left was kept by Fredrick for himself and Tarak. After that expedition, Tarak's and Fredrick's relationship changed, Fredrick started treating Tarak like a man. He taught him many hard-knock lessons to toughen him up, yet Tarak always took it as this is how his father shows his love, even when he got cut by his father in training, he never took it as a pain that strained his love, he saw it as an honest accident.

Tarak wasn't allowed to go on expeditions past the walls for some time, because Fredrick wanted to teach him the many skills he would need while out there. After 2 years of this Tarak hit 10 years old and had already grown quite a bit like a man, standing at about 5'5 now. Tarak was the size of some of the younger folk in the Rouges, so he thought he could join the Rouges now, yet Fredrick wouldn't allow him to join yet, after all, he was still way under their already laxed requirements as he was still way too young. Even with the insistent complaining and begging Fredrick still said no. Tarak was still just a student after all, yet he trained quite a bit and explored when he wanted, and came back with some loot, mostly it was simple things, yet it was still better than nothing. From this day onward, his father treated him like an adult, not like an equal, after all, Fredrick is older than him and Tarak is living under his roof. Yet, like an adult nonetheless.

During Tarak's teenaged years he had gotten more fond of machinery and mechanical equipment, oftentimes he spent many hours using his father's position to read texts on such things from the Old World. Like a machine that can move by burning liquids that are pulled from the ground. Tarak did much research into such things for his amusement, until one day, a few months after his 13th birthday, he felt this urge to create one of these machines. So he set to work with the information he can find and his knowledge he decided to try his hand at creating something from the Old World, an Engine.

With his excitement, it brought Fredrick great joy, yet when Tarak asked his father to help him, it brought out a new side Tarak has never seen of his father. As they worked Tarak saw his father in a whole new light, his face was different, it wasn't stern and cold, nor was it confident and commanding, it looked calm and peaceful. Tarak got to see his father smile such a genuine smile that it made Tarak smile. As they worked they began to come closer, as this felt like the first time Tarak could say his father did something fatherly. Not teach him some lesson, nor showed him what to do, no, Tarak witnessed his father assist him and help him with something to forward his son's achievements. This multi-year project was special to both of them.

With the research that they had done together, they had created the design for an engine that runs on Biodiesel. They left the walls multiple times to slowly procure the parts needed to build and fuel the engine. After a few years of building and design, it came down to making the fuel. To make the fuel for it, Tarak had to have the help of his father learning chemistry while he built the necessary equipment to make and mix the fuel, as it ran on the main ingredient being Vegetable Oil/Corn Oil, which they could make from many different nuts and seeds, but Tarak normally chooses Walnuts as he can often find them outside of his home and growing within the confines of Paradise Falls.

When the first time the engine was running, it roared to life and made quite a bit of energy, yet within the quiet confines of Paradise Falls, such a thing would be easy to hear if you are nearby, as that was when the militia came knocking and took away the engine for 'safety' reasons. It left a sting in Tarak's heart, but the thing that hurt more was when they came back a week later asking for more fuel for 'safety' research. It angered Tarak yet he did as his father told him, he just made some fuel, might have been a little too thin and sugary. When they tried to use the engine again, the fuel made this thick gunk that was nearly impossible to get rid of, so they tried to clean it, but they realized with the amount of time, effort, and knowledge needed made it an unprofitable endeavor. They decided to scrap the engine and left it as a 'dangerous' object, but to Tarak, that is the pride of his family.

At this point Tarak was 15 1/2 years old and looking like a real man, as this was when Fredrick decided to allow him to join the Rogues, helping and 'vouching' for his age. As Tarak finally was able to join the Rouges. Here he showed the skills he learned from his father and put them to work, he was a tall, fast, and lean man who was brought up to be a beast of a man by his father. During his first bit of time with the Rouges, he has fought multiple people over loot, disagreements, and just them harassing Tarak, as he lived by his family motto: Do no harm, but take no shit. He never goes out of his way to harm another, but once they step a line, he pushes them back over it, without fail.

As the next few years, he had learned quite a bit: he learned how to fix weapons, machines, and other things to either sell or keep. But he used these same skills to do work within Paradise Falls, as he fixes multiple machines that are used for different things, such as the milling and reloading machines used by the gunsmith to make new parts and ammo, slowly refurbishing and remaking old machines for the Wakers to use again for farming and other such things. This is Tarak's official job as the work he does is intensive, yet requires lots of knowledge and he often studies to further his knowledge and skills.

Tarak is officially a Keeper like his father, he has learned countless things and has often found himself helping in many different tasks that are asked of him. Sometimes it is understanding and upkeeping texts, other times he is tasked with teaching like his father, yet his true skill comes from the information he learned with the maintenance of equipment, weapons, and even starting up a car from the Old World after much work and effort.

With Tarak's strong knack for is machinery and military hardware, he is oftentimes been found assisting the gunsmith with his duties or working on the machinery of the Old World in hopes of making some of it run again and other things when he is unneeded for assistance from the texts in repairing machinery nor teaching the younger generations.

Yet now and again he will sneak away and switch to his other persona, Wolf, as he will go on raids and expeditions with the Rogues. Here he puts his knowledge and skills to work, as he can often times get broken gear and weapons and fix them up to become functional enough to sell to someone or use for himself.

Tarak is actually extremely intelligent, he just never flaunts it nor talks about it because his father did a very good job in making sure he is a humble person. He is hesitant on the idea to kill another person, even when it was a life and death situation he has always tried to find a way to incapacitate rather than kill. This does not extend to the infected, but he does hold pity for them and what has happened.

His room looks like a grease monkey's wet dream as he has been collecting and hoarding materials to one day remake his engine and a car for it to be put into.

Fredric stands around 5'11 and weighs roughly 160lbs. He is pretty leans and tries to keep himself in good shape. He isn't the most intimidating of people.

To the less fortunate he comes off as generous and compassionate. He genuinely cares about the well-being of others and takes measures to help others. He finds a disdain for the upper echelon that he was born into. The disdain for the upper class and care for the lower class had led to many of his decisions. Fredrick prefers to stick to business in most manners of life. He is a little uptight but at the end of the day, he is just as tired of the stress of this world as anyone. He has cultivated a healthy amount of skepticism from what he has witnessed and what he has caused. He is a bit of a risk-taker, although he does try to either tip things in his favor or mitigate the risks. He believes that change to the system is what is deeply needed and if he needs to roll a few dozen more heads he will.

One of his softer spots is his son, Tarak. Tarak has seen many sides of him and in some ways taught him how to be more fatherly and has tempered his view slightly now that he has something to lose.

Fredrick Jones was Brought up in the prestigious Jones family. The Jones family dates back to the beginning of the viral outbreak where Fredrick's great grandfather, Wyatt Jones, was a well-regarded researcher, philosopher, and professor. Wyatt was 43 years of age when the virus broke out. He and his wife, Madeline Jones, were able to survive the beginning of the apocalypse. How They survived wasn't shared with Fredrick but if he had to assume it had to do with other stories of him being an "accomplished" hunter judging by the ivory that still adorns his old study. Wyatt's more significant contribution to this new society was that he worked as a council member. He represented the Keepers and was the dean of the school that had brought up. Madeline oversaw the library and together they had a powerful grasp on education. Together they pushed the idea that an educated workforce was the key to humanity's survival and eventually prosperity. Their impact is still visible as most of the society is still literate and has some form of education.

Shortly after becoming a council member, Wyatt and Madeline gave birth to their first child, Marco Jones. Marco Jones more continued his father's legacy including having his own stint on the council. His time as a council member came as people were looking for a different leader for the keepers as the one that succeeded Wyatt turned out to be corrupt and have some shady ties with the underhanded type. Marco would turn out to be a much more effective leader and his natural charisma led to an out of nowhere upset and put the Jones family back in power. But Marco saw this overwhelming positive public consensus in the Jones family and create a lasting desire to see the Jones on the council. To do this Marco pushed for strong policies that directly benefited both the Keepers and Wakers. He knew that if he could make the life of Wakers better then when their children get educated they would grow into adults that in general favored these policies. To make sure of this he helped groom his younger sister, Amber Jones, to be a tactful politician. When he was getting older he did his best to rally support for his sister and was able to narrowly get the seat. Marco retired to being the dean of the school, personally helping out families that he could out of his own self-interests and his genuine preference to help out. At the same time, he had started to raise his son to be the next leader in the Jones family line.

Amber Jones was a filler in some ways but she essentially came out with policies that help maintain the comfort that people had and did her best to not mess it up. Because she couldn't do certain actions like her brother instead she tried to create herself as a decisive vote that wouldn't vote for things that hurt the Keepers or Wakers. Her impact on society as a whole wasn't too much but what she did do is help solidify further that the Jones were sensible leaders and to be trusted.

Marco had raised his son, Phill Jones, to be a powerful politician. Phill's life was as luxurious as you could imagine for the time. Most wouldn't raise a hand to him out of fear that his family held. Phill was not a bad child, he was just average. He was easily coerced into doing things against the standard morals that his father tried to instill in him. He was by all manners a poor candidate to be a council member but the public support for the Jones made it possible for even someone like him to win. Since he was trained from a young age his ability to invigorate a crowd and control conversation led to him being very effective in dealings. But the life that was promised to him by his late father was anything but. His control wasn't absolute, his power was limited and he would have rather been in control of the people with guns. He became greedy and started to use his power to gather personal wealth. If it stopped there it would have been forgivable but he went further and started to get involved with some of the true underbelly that the society had fostered. Fredrick was around 5 when his father started down this path

Fredrick was born from his father, Phill Jones, and his mother, Melisa Jones. Fredrick's life was much like his father's until he saw some things happen in his father's study. He had just gotten home from playing soccer with some of the boys in the lower district, mother would always have him play with the boys in the lower district. Fredrick was heading to his father's study to let him know that he had scored twice in the last game as he stopped before entering. He heard men he wasn't used to. Franklin thought they may have been some of father's constituents so he quickly changed clothes to present himself properly, Father always loved when Fredrick would make a good showing for his guest. Fredrick opened the door to see some men in dirty clothing and carrying beat-up bags. On his father's desk he some knives and more frighting, guns.

Fredrick was confused at first. He knew we were not supposed to have guns. That confusion was quickly replaced by fear as he looked at his father, he was furious. He pretended to be calm and asked Fredrick to go wait in his room. Fredrick did and hoped it was all in his head but secretly he knew that what he saw in his father was rage. Soon His father opened up Fredricks door and walked over to him with a beat red face carrying his belt. Fredrick tried to apologize but his father already made up his mind. He beat Fredric with the buckle side of the belt until his father had tired. Fredrick was crying and in pain, cuts and lacerations marred his chest and arms where Fredrick took most of the beating. His father left the room after that looking calmer as he could hear another set of footsteps heading towards him. It was his mother.

His mother entered the room with a sullen face. She was carrying some bandages and ointment with her. As she sat next to Fredrick, she immediately told him he wasn't allowed to tell the other kids about what happened. He tried to speak up about the guns but mother squeezed his arm where one of the more nastier cuts was. He knew that he wasn't allowed to talk to anyone about this any longer or he might not be long for this world.

In the weeks after the event, Fredrick's father had more men over and Fredrick would start going to his room to hide. He would always take books from their personal library to pass the time. Sometimes his mother would let him know if it was alright for him to come out other times his father would come beat him again for seemingly no reason. All Fredrick learned was that if the men didn't give his father what he wanted, his father would take it out on Fredrick or his mother. This pattern of abuse became constant and by age 7 he stopped crying over it. Fredrick would snoop into his father's study whenever he was out on business to help him understand what his father's dealings were. From what he gleaned from his father's short-held records was that he liked things he could normally not have. He would deal with private gatherers to go out into the ruins and procure items for him in exchange for money or favors. Fredrick couldn't understand why any of these items were important for him. All he knew is that he didn't think any of it was worth it.

Fredrick's disdain for his father only grew as the years went on. His father turned out to be a man that would be more suited as zombie bait than as a council member. His father's boldness only grew over the years, partaking in drugs, precious materials, embezzling, and all sorts of illegal trade. He was in the pocket of the underbelly for the right price. Fredrick started to change as well. His father had started to lecture him on how to become a successful man and one day join the council. Fredrick felt pings of hatred after each lesson, knowing that his father was an ignoble pig who would put his own desires over others. A council member is a servant for the people is what his father would preach as he would then admire his stolen wealth.

A few years into his teenage years, Fredrick had noticed his father was starting to invite unknown women to his study. He could already tell what was going on but what he couldn't see was that act was the last straw for her. That night she confronted father and a loud argument could be heard. He beat her badly that night to the point Fredrick needed to make a splint for her. Fredrick didn't love his mother but he finally could understand her. She had fallen in love with the image father put forward to the public and was trapped with him now. Her keeping Fredrick silent was all she could do in her mind. Fredrick pitied his mother and learned to forgive her for her weakness. They had a cry together about the situation and Fredrick thought that would be the end of it but mother seemed to have a new level of resolve to her. For the first time in 9 years, she held Fredrick and said everything is going to be okay. This resolve her mother showed and the tender care she showed sticks with him to this day.

It seemed her resolve could go so far as she vanished the next day. It was obvious to Fredrick that his father had something to do with it. At first, he thought she told her to leave or she would be killed. As he wondered the house in his father's absence he noticed some blood on the corner of the fireiron. Fredrick gripped it tightly as he felt his chest swell with hate. He couldn't believe his father would go as far as to murder his own wife. Fredrick stood up calmly and steeled himself. He would need to expose his father to get justice for his mother and for all those he has hurt for his own pleasure.

In all honestly, it wasn't hard to gather the evidence, Fredrick has been playing the good child for years at this point and he even knew his father's combinations for his vault. The biggest part of Fredrick's preparation was making the drug to murder his father when he inevitably drinks as he panics and looks for Fredrick to beat. The plan took 6 months to properly execute, he spent most of it trying to get a good connection to help expose his father. When the plan started to fall together his father started to panic as details about his crime circulated to the common people along with the elites. Fredrick spent time in the ruins hiding and waiting for his father's death. Returning 3 days later to find his father dead. He reported it and his supposed good name died with him. Many people openly let Fredrick how much they hated his father now that it was okay to speak about it. There was some goodwill left for the Jones family because of his grand-aunt Melisa. Melisa offered to move in to help take care of Fredrick but Fredrick assured her he would be okay.

The next few years were rough, constant harassment was normal and whenever he offered another person help they would remind him of his father. Fredrick did whatever he could to distance himself from his father. He finally got his education and started teaching. Being a servant eventually built some goodwill back and he could go about his normal day teaching others as he wanted.

But these relaxed days were limited because people needed more things. Fredrick's father's actions had hampered the current council member for the Keepers. She was having a hard time getting her decisions heard and there was a general mistrust of the higher-ups for keepers. Poorer families suffered even after his father's death. Fredrick didn't despair though. No, he instead went to become a rogue. He would use what he could to give back to the families of the kids he was teaching. He was a rogue for 6 years before something else happened.

At the age of 26, he heard from one of his students that there was an unclaimed baby in their building. Worried for the baby's safety he headed over to find more about the situation. What he found was a prostitute who died in childbirth and a screaming little baby. The other tenants were not in a situation to take care of the baby and there was a consensus to let the baby pass on. Fredrick didn't think twice as he picked up the baby and decided to raise it. He used old formula and took the boy wherever he went. He named him Tarak after the suggestions he got from his students. A much better name than the name he was going to choose. Fredrick enjoyed taking care of the child, watching the little guy grow into his own was fulfilling for the man with no kids of his own. Apparently raising a child as a lone father made him sympathetic to others and he got appointed as dean of the school by the time Tarak hit 4.

As much as he wanted to treat Tarak tenderly, he knew he would only be doing him a disservice. He tried to teach him not to fight unless someone else fought first. However, he took that as to not fight back and wound up getting his ass kicked and got laid out. Fredrick had a short talk with him about the family motto of "Do no harm however, take no shit." And in one of the dumbest decisions, Fredric has made, gave his son a switchblade to go get even. To be fair the boy was older and bigger, Fredrick was just leveling the playing ground. His son came back with a gash across his face and broken ribs. Apparently, he won. Fredrick got him stitched up and took care of him until he could manage himself again. Little bugger healed up quickly.

The next incident was when Tarak hit 8, the little kid stupidly followed him outside of the wall, all the way to a rogue meeting. He then, still not realizing the situation introduced himself. Fredrick almost lost it and hit him but calmed down to just ask him why he was here and then the little shit had the gull to repeat the question back. Fredrick described that he was here to get some things for the kids back at the school. And instead of leaving it at that, the kid wanted to come and help. Saying some shit that the school was the best and he wanted to help it as well. It struck a note in him, it reminded him of his simple ideals as a child. With a heavy heart, he let him come along. The others were joking about having a kid with them that night. He did his best and carried what he could. Like a little minion. Slightly adorable but nerve-wracking nonetheless.

After that, we traded the loot to get what we needed for the school families. After that, Fredrick had to sit down and have a serious talk about what Fredrick was doing. Tarak being young enough not to consider all the details but old enough to properly commit himself decided to take his training. Fredrick promised him that he would treat him like a man and would teach him all he could. Tarak agreed not fully knowing what that would mean. No matter how hard Fredrick trained Tarek, he never complained. Tarak got to see the other side of Fredrick and saw who his father really was. He shared with him what the Jones line had done. Tarak kept trying to convince him to go out but Fredrick wouldn't let him.

They would start working on projects together, one of them being a biofuel engine. Fredrick spent a good bit of time helping his son put together his first engine. Fredrick always saw it as a hobby and nothing more but to his surprise, it ran. It ran decently well. He was so proud of his son that he even arranged to get him steaks for next weekend. But disaster struck as the militia took it for safety reasons. His son had shown anger before but Fredric could tell how much this hurt him. To hopefully cheer him up, Fredrick vouched that Tarak's age was 16 even though he was actually 15 and a half. After that, they started to do things together not just as father and son but as fellow rogues.

He is the dean at the school and a Rogue in his off time

He has a cat named Emily.