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Name:Jasmine Anita Fowler
Aliases:Jasmine, June, Lady Fowler, Ozmond, Ozzy
Age: 28
Birthday: June 19th 1996
Ethnicity: Irish-American
Birth Place: Syracuse New York
Gender: Female
Pre Outbreak Occupation: Ethical Hacking, Private contractor
Languages: English,

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Height: 5'10"
Weight: 131
Body Type: Lean Athletic
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brownish Black
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scar on right temple, several missing teeth
Personal Style: June has a tendency to wear primarily punk attire resembling 90s rock style punk, but with more hoodies. When it is applicable, June may be convinced to wear other things such as dresses, or pants without extra pockets, but these situations are rare and extremely situational. Comfort over presentation is the rule of thumb

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Compassionate * Lazy * Supportive * Impulsive * Joyful * Tactless

Sexuality: Lesbian
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: June is the sort of person who could care less what happens to her. Words are words, she hears them all the time. Bruises heal, and in the case of teeth, some grew back, and does a person really need a full set of teeth otherwise? However when it comes to people who have fallen into her social circle, she stands no room for their abuse. Even if she stands no chance of winning a fight she would find herself between a bully and their would be victim, and be sitting there with ice cream while they both healed after the fact for them. She also, lacks any ambition outside of getting her work done, and relaxing. Many times taking high demand jobs and tasks just because they are quicker, and she can leave sooner. She will work harder than anyone else, just so she can work less overall in the long run. Hard work gets people far? Hell no. Making yourself irreplaceable and taking the fastest jobs is how you go far. This lack of ambition also provides June a rather chill life style. Always someone in a joyful mood, even when she is clearly not, and someone who could be a bright light in a room or someone who could be seen as a bit annoying. The annoying bit is even more emphasized with Junes poor ability to think before she speaks. As she'll put it, she thinks faster than she can process words, and sometimes things come out that should have been worded differently. Though she rarely has negative intentions with these statements. And if she does, it wasn't an accident the words she used. Working hard to accommodate the people around her she does her best to slow down her train of thought to not say anything too tactless.
Character Alignment: Chaotic Good
Habits: Staring off into space, sometimes at people. Hyperfocus rambles. Fidgeting
Hobbies: Video games, table top games, Target Shooting, painting
Fears:

• Heights
• Pitch Black Darkness
• Fading to obscurity

Likes:

• Oversized hoodies
• Hockey
• Table Top games
• Screen time
• Gummy worms
• Shenanigans
• Coffee
• Fast Cars
• Guns

Dislikes:

• Towers
• Bigots
• Obnoxious rich people
• black licorice
• Stringy foods, example: Celery, Coconut bits
• Planes
• Unreasonable expectations

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Hockey
• Computer Software
• Chemistry
• Long Guns
• Simple Engineering

Post Outbreak Skills: (For players who are submitting during the start of the RP keep this blank these will be added as skill rewards throughout the RP. If you are submitting a character after the first arc you may add five to start with.)

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What Do They Carry On Them:

• Clothing - Black cargo pants, baggie hoodie, and an old oversized tshirt stating "I heard there would be Cheese involved", orthopedic sneakers
• Old and worn black Wallet on a chain- State Driver's license, Credit card, debit card, Card shape multi tool, $440 in 20s, at least 30 coffee cards, sticky notes, Wire tape, wire splice, and business cards dropped in haphazardly , and a spare set of keys
• Satchel bag - Laptop, tablet, Raspberry Pi Parts, and assortment of cables and parts, a box containing business cards, portable screwdriver and wrench kit, Notebook, an assortment of pens,
• 1971 faded and rusted blue Pontiac GTO
• Pockets - Keys, package of gummy worms, assorted pens, retractable magnet, small multi tool pen, multiple old train tickets
• Headphones and portable speaker

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Life Before The Outbreak

June didn't grow up in the richest of families. They weren't poor by many definitions, but there would be times where going out would mean going to the public library, or having her father show her how to sneak into movie theaters without getting caught. June however grew up in a household inhabited by solely herself, and her father. Growing up an only child had its perks! Like getting her own room! And knowing that you got the most gifts! She did her best to relate to her father growing up, and her father as well tried to relate to her. As a whole though, June found herself finding her own way of life pretty early in her life while her father worked to provide for them both. As she grew up, relations with her father remained stable as he did his best to prepare her for life and keep a close bond with one another. The one attempt to connect with June involved taking shotguns and high powered rifles to a range, and blasting targets to pieces. Though June went her own way there soon enough. Another attempt to bond included working on cars! Which she promptly lost interest in until her father brought home a rusted out 1971 Pontiac GTO. Though she still struggled to learn much on cars as a whole, she got enough concepts down to maintain this one car, and when she moved out the car was sold to her for pennies on the dollar of its worth.

June in many regards could be considered a social outcast. She was never the coolest kid, and though she was smart enough to be one of the top kids of her class, she lacked any ambition to do more than enough to pass her classes. Coasting through school with a solid C-. But she regularly made friends with other kids who were considered social outcasts! Kids who weren't out going she would adopt as the extrovert of her group. Smaller kids who got bullied a lot she would stand up for! And promptly get bullied herself. She was also responsible for the revivification of the schools Chess club, giving a place where a lot of kids who were social outcasts a place to just exist with each other. In highschool, June discovered what she would later call, legal violence. Joining the school's hockey team she became a rather skilled player pretty quickly. Though far from the best she was aggressive and was never afraid to get hurt. Spending more time in a cast in school than without one by her senior year. She would never be able to get a scholarship with her skills as a punching bag alone. And deciding she wanted to do more than continuing to work her summer retail job, and had turned her grades from a D-/C- into strait As across the board her senior year. The motivation may have also been in place as she was removed from the school's hockey team after one of the players called her friend a less than pleasant name, and she entered the ring with a cast on to shoulder check said player.

College was a whole different world for June. Originally starting out with her barely getting by method of getting through school, only to realize that in some classes she didn't have that same margin to work with as in high school, and in other regards actually enjoyed the topics. What she also took note of while working for some credits through internships, is that being the best and the most in demand meant a lot more terms in your favor. So that is what she did, she became the best at her work, grabbed certificates and qualifications that made her someone companies would be foolish to let go.

After school, some did let her go despite her qualifications. That is when she got into the amazing world of Contracting! With several major companies looking for people to stress test their digital security June found her calling. Working her own hours, as few or as many hours as she wanted, and could live modestly, and lazily all she wanted. It was almost too good, and when work dried up for a bit she found herself struggling to pay her bills despite her meager living. Breaking more security systems to hold her over, she would up her qualifications, and make sure she didn't let herself relax That much again. Though the temptation was there. She would get herself invited to many major industry events, parties, making friends and work partners, and keeping her qualifications in their peak.

With her well managed free time, June found herself pushing the absolute fasted she could push her father's old pet project. How fast could it go? Fast enough to nearly get her license pulled. Twice. As life passed on, June's father would pass, and much of June's life would be falling into routine to suppress the pain. Gone were the days of landing well placed shots with a high powered rifle, or blasting a rotten pumpkin with a 12 gauge shotgun. Gone were the days of going double the speed limit for a thrill. Though she wasn't living a depressive life, a lot of the adventure that used to be in her eyes dwindled.

Survivor's Personal Journal:

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Theme Song:

Extra Information:
Dying Avonshire
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

This is a list of every used face claim, be they current or past.

Alycia Debnam-Carey, Dakota Blue Richards, Eiza González, Florence Pugh, HeirofAtticus, Hiroyuki Sanada, Jahkara Smith, Jensen Ackles, Jessica Henwick, Kristen Stewart, Naomi Wakszlak, Norman Reedus, Rebecca Reed-Lunn, Sandra Mae Frank, Will Yun Lee, and Will Wood.

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Name: Shin-ae Yun
Aliases: Ms. Yun, Shinny
Age: 28
Birthday: February first
Ethnicity: Korean-American
Birth Place: Los Angeles, CA
Gender: Female
Pre Outbreak Occupation: Secretary
Languages: English, Korean (both fluent)

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Height: 5'7"
Weight: 127 lbs.
Body Type: Ectomorph--that is to say, tall and skinny
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Dark Brown again
Skin Tone: Warm beige
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Long, thin scar along the belly of her left arm from falling off a bike as a kid, pierced ears
Personal Style: Largely due to constantly being required to wear suit and pencil skirt at work, Shin-ae is most comfortable on a day-to-day basis in normal life wearing close-cut and somewhat stiff clothing. She usually wouldn't actually wear a suit out of work, but she'd usually wear something at least...adjacent to one. However, though Shin-ae is many things, she is not an idiot. In a horrible situation like this, you don't wear something that restricts your movement. As a result, she usually wears light clothing like tanktops or tees, often surmounted by a long, loose-fitting coat that she can move fairly freely in to keep her safe from scratches, scrapes, the elements, and so on.

Her hair is long, straight, and typically worn loose, though if she's exercising or concentrating she'll tie it up in a low-effort ponytail. She suffers from unfortunate case of Resting Bitch Face that she has to actively put out energy in order to overcome.

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Hardworking * Indecisive * Intelligent * Overanalytical * Driven * Anxious

Sexuality: Straight (probably, she hasn't thought about it much)
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Shin-ae Yun is tired. Mentally tired, that is to say, from constantly juggling so much STUFF in her head. A bit of a nervous wreck as a result of the life she's led up to this point, she is a chronic overthinker, always at risk of analysis paralysis, and as a result, it can be hard for her to make quick decisions. She's not much of a talker, really; not that she's particularly close-mouthed or reticent, but she doesn't feel the need to fill empty space with chatter. All that said, however, what Shin-ae is is very intelligent. With a mind like a steel trap and a memory nigh-photographic it's so sharp, if there's something that needs remembering, Shin-ae will remember it. All her nervous energy can manifest as well in pacing, leg-bouncing, finger-tapping...she just tends to need an outlet for it all. She puts a great deal of value into family, whether biological or otherwise.
Character Alignment: Lawful neutral
Habits: While particularly anxious, she fidgets with her hair or chews on her cuticles.
Hobbies: Reading, violine since she was very young, flower arrangement
Fears:

• Death (obviously, but she has an old history with staring at the ceiling at 4AM thinking about mortality because of her father's condition)
• Medical stuff in general; she's very much a hypochondriac
• Birds. There's no real good reason why she's terrified of birds. Maybe there was something when she was an infant, who knows? She's just...REALLY freaked out by birds

Likes:

• The quiet
• Flowers (her favorite are irises)
• Violin
• Overcast weather
• Organizing
• Wintertime

Dislikes:

• Unfaithfulness
• Mind-altering substances, be it alcohol, tobacco, weed, or harder stuff
• Being denigrated for her occupation
• Being told she doesn't smile enough
• Disorder
• Arrogance

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Violin (as discussed)
• Intelligence
• Computer science (she wanted a job in IT but nowhere was hiring and she had bills to pay)
• Being able to work off just about no sleep and keep going for an extended period
• Intimidation (wholly unintentional)

Post Outbreak Skills:

What Do They Carry On Them:
This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; cash (denote which country), a picture, lighter, cigarettes, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse, bag, pistol and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded in the real world. Limited to spots provided.

• Clothing - Black tee cotton tee, black sweatpants, black running shoes over black crew socks (she likes black), long, fairly heavy gray coat
• Backpack - Wallet containing a 20 USD bill and two 10,000 KRW bills, Visa credit and debit cards, a California driver's license, and some miscellaneous business and ID cards. Apartment keys. A few miscellaneous food items jammed in there with little rhyme or reason. Not much, because most of it is taken up by a violin case (with a bite mark on it) containing an extensive and extremely well-taken care of violin (and bow, and rosin, and spare strings) that she just could not bring herself to leave behind no matter how she rationalized it, sticking out of the top.
• Samsung smartphone with an Otterbox charging case
• 3x8 gear bicycle, ash gray

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Life Before The Outbreak Shin-ae was born in Los Angeles to two South Korean immigrants, her mother Hanseul and her father Ji-ho. And from the beginning she was subjected to the tiger mom style of parenting, mountains of expectations HEAPED on her. The pressure was monstrous. Things that she needed do. Things that were required of her, or else she'd be yelled at or punished. It can't be said that the extremely stringent rules of her household were ALL bad; they did impart to her a great sense of tenacity and discipline, right out the gate. But that's no consolation for the child at the time, and while the straight-As and violin recitals did definitely impress the grown-ups, they did very little in preparing the young Shin-ae in interacting with her peers in any meaningful sense. This has had a number of ripple effects throughout her life into her adulthood, and yes, she is still mad about the whole ordeal.

The first of these ripples, and the most obvious upon seeing her, is the Shin-ae Stare, that chronic RBF that she puts so much effort and energy into shutting down. She went to Columbia University for compsci, and found hself falling in love with Manhattan afterwards. But god, it was SO EXPENSIVE, and her parents certainly weren't wealthy enough to help her with it, it was all they could do to take on loans to pay for her schooling so she didn't have to. All she could afford was a tiny shitty studio apartment, and she had to find a job right away, even though everything compsci based was entirely full near her. So, she bit the bullet and took a job as a secretary. It was about this point that her father developed a rapid and incurable spinocerebellar ataxia. It's been about five years hence, and he doesn't even know her name now. And that news...REALLY did not make her seem any more friendly or approachable.

She had a bit of a reputation around her workplace right away a hardass who really didn't appreciate her place in the order of things and was acting like a princess even thought she was just a secretary. That damn bitch face. Her coworkers didn't like her. Her bosses didn't like her. Shin-ae has not, historically, been well-liked. Of course, for those that got to know her on deeper than a surface level, their opinions often changed, as they found her not 'the worst secretary ever,' and more a quiet, sensitive individual who just has a lot of trouble expressing herself. She got herself an apartment with a few of them, moving out of her tiny studio into a more substantial two-bedroom, with her two roommates sharing the bigger bed. Everything seemed to finally be looking up for Ms. Yun.

Survivor's Personal Journal: How did it all go so wrong, so fast?

It was...what, around noon? A little earlier? I can't exactly remember, time slides away in a situation like that, you know? I was just listening to Mr. King from Marketing telling me that I would be much prettier if I smiled more--what an awful company, though it's probably not something I ever have to worry about again--when my phone received an emergency alarm that...that there was some kind of horrible disease going around, and...stay away from people who had been bitten? Evacuate the city? What? None of it made any sense, but I got the sense that things were about to get really bad. Well, not exactly hard, when Manhattan gets evacuated something horrible is happening.

Point is, I ran out of there immediately, something tells me I'm not going to have to worry about disciplinary actions--and started running home. I've never been very good with athletics and stuff, but I was just so freaked out that I kept on running. Things were devolving into utter chaos around me. I've never seen anything like it before, and though I hope desperately I won't have to again, I know that's probably a vain hope.

Anyway, got home, ran into my room, and locked it on reflex. Which saved my life, because as I was grabbing my things and getting ready to get out of there, there was the sound of something banging on the door. I froze, grabbed my violin case, crept closer, unlocked it, and...

...Nearly got my throat ripped out by Meredith's teeth.

I just barely managed to catch them on my violin case, shoved her back, left aside anything else that I was going to bring--like, say, maybe a change of clothing or, I don't know--either way, it's irrelevant now, because I got out of there and never went back. Our place wasn't far from the GW, but it was so crowded--and I don't have a car anyway--that driving would be impossible anyway. So instead I grabbed my bicycle and made better time than any car. Made it through the checkpoint way faster too, since I didn't have any vehicle for them to search.

And then I just...started biking. Because what else was I supposed to do?

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Theme Song:

Extra Information: Particularly fond of 28 Days Later, followed by The Last of Us. Sample post is here

I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.