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████████    PERSONAL DETAILS    ████████

█    AGE     23
█    GENDER     Female
█    SEXUALITY     Misanthropic Bisexual
█    OCCUPATION     Musician / Clerk
█    QUALIFICATIONS     N/A
█    RESIDENCE     Portland, Maine

████████     PHYSICAL DETAILS     ████████

█    SCARS     N/A
█    TATTOOS     1 (arms), 2 (back)
█    PIERCINGS     N/A
█    MARKINGS     N/A
█    HEIGHT     5’4”
█    BUILD     Endomorph (est. 110-120 lbs)

██████████      MISC NOTES      ██████████

1. they don’t own what you’ll become
2. suffocate on all their little thoughts
3. i'm now a lying narssicisst
4. i like having hurt
5. why should we dare to live forever
6. am I losing faith in my own anger?
7. what's wrong with me now
8. don’t make a sound don’t make a sound
9. i'll never be good enough
10. and i will never be happy

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There is one word that can describe Carol Jane Markowitz’s time at Ritman High: adequate.

In elementary school, CJ had been an academic standout. A Student. Spelling Bee champion. Accolades for her time in elementary-level choir and band classes. By high school, that was all gone. Due to a myriad of home life issues over the years the Markowitz girl had transformed into a middling C Student who had no drive or interest to do anything about it—and fuck you if you tried to motivate her to change that.

Unsurprisingly, CJ’s ‘clique’ was that of the outsider, the misfits, the people who didn’t fit in with anybody else. By all appearances, CJ found herself content being among those who didn’t exactly fit in with those who were academically excellent or popular by way of other means; people who were easy targets for her mean-spirited jokes and taunts, people who were easy vehicles for her angst to latch onto and antagonize. If they choose to act tough, well, CJ was never afraid of a fight. Between this kind of devil-may-care attitude and her own irreverent disregard for anything it led to more than a few visits in detention. In fact, it almost became a second home for her. 

Somehow CJ’s disregard for authority, society, and people in general didn’t work entirely as a repellent for people being interested in her. But being a magnet for trouble also often meant that other troubled teens would be drawn in. Whether it was at school or roaming around Delton looking for something to do, it did always seem that CJ was somewhere to be found, trying to actively avoid dealing with the world around her. Sometimes there was someone else who was dealing with the same despondent angst by her side. CJ didn’t realize it at the time, but it made her feel a little less broken–a little bit closer to being not content, but happy. But much like high school… such things are fleeting and temporary.

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Granted, her high school life was far more positive than her home life. 

Whenever things started trending in the positive direction, the world was keen to remind CJ that she was less than nothing in the eyes of god. Throughout her teen years she had reckoned with abuse and neglect with her essentially having to figure things out by herself without any substantial support from her mother, Samantha. If it wasn’t her mother’s awful drug addiction and terrible public image, it was the slew of physically and emotionally abusive men she found herself living with–and more often than not such abuse was vicariously directed at CJ herself.

Due to this, one could say that CJ formed a personality based on finding an outlet for all of her negative emotions. The rage, the fear, the shame–all aspects of her wanting to transfer all of the discontent she felt upon not only the people around her but also the world that allowed it to happen. Through this CJ aspired to find any sort of power she could hold onto, for however long it was allowed to be in her hands. Without academic excellence (or the drive to put effort in like she had in grade school) all she had was getting reactions from people. Eventually she grew to like it, because at the very least, the reaction was something she could control. The world had tried to beat her down since her dad loaded a bullet into his throat when she was eleven-years-old. It wouldn’t win. She wouldn’t let it.

By the time she’d graduate and aspire to leave Delton, she had forged a reputation for being a “problem”. Rude, sarcastic, overly nihilistic and cynical, irreverent, bold, headstrong, assertive. One of the kids that’d sit in the corner of the cafeteria, branded as a bitch or worse. A constant fixture in school detention. She’d never open up or admit she was too weak to protect herself at home–that she’d only go home when she had to. That fear of weakness, or being perceived as such, would drive her to be immensely private. She hated her mom for a lot of asinine, angsty teenaged reasons, but she’d never out her. At the end of the day, mom was still mom. She stuck with her, so she deserved to retain her dignity as far as CJ was concerned.

This made meaningful relationships of any kind with CJ difficult for a garden variety of people. It has not improved in the last five years by much and in some regards isolating herself from people she once cared about might have done more damage than anything else. As the guitarist and vocalist for a Portland-based Post-Hardcore group she finally has the agency she wants, but something inside her feels empty, craving for more. She hasn’t found a way to satisfy it.
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CJ possesses the power of electrokinesis—the ability to manipulate electricity with her mind. Largely due to an ionized physiology that has her serve as equal parts battery and amplifier. So, in reality CJ doesn’t exactly create electricity herself but more that she manipulates the electrical currents that are drawn to her. On the conscious level, CJ can expedite this process or ward it off.

Drawing in a large amount of electrical energy (or warding it off) is when things start to get trickier. Not only does it take an immense level of focus and concentration, she had to be very careful not to become downright overloaded. However, the benefits if done correctly, can lead to more complex applications of electricity including electro-magnetism. But as with these sorts of things, they come with control, practice, and precision. Overloading her body–and by extension her brain–things can lead to severe, violent blackouts. How much can her ionized body take before she’s beyond her limit? An overloaded battery can explode. There are many things to be wary about.

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“...our souls may be consumed by shadows, but that doesn't mean we have to behave as monsters.”
― Emm Cole

This is probably the most realized version of CJ I’ve come up with yet. How far does someone’s worst judgment and instincts take them when confronting their past? That’s one of the questions I’ve asked myself here in the creation of the concept. I’d like to really dig into how misanthropic nihilism affects someone and show how they can change through the more appropriate conditions. The “why is she like this” question is often the easiest to answer. The “how can she get better” one is harder and one I’m curious if it's even achievable. Returning to her hometown was never something she intended to do, but here she is, doing so. Confronting the bad decisions she’s made there and the ones she’s made since she’s left. I’d like to see how her past relations engage with her inner being–do they anchor her to the open water, or are they life preserver that helps her finally move forward? I’m curious to find out.

In terms of her powers, that’s a bit more cut-and-dry, I think. Through time she will gain more control of herself and her condition, but how far does control of that power lead to darker lanes? CJ is already a fucked up, misanthropic nihlist who justifies her misery toward others because she had to endure worse. What happens when you give someone with no hope great power and endanger her ability to express herself in healthy ways? I can’t imagine it's good. I think what happens to CJ will largely depend on the cast she will have to learn to trust. They have similar afflictions and if they can depend on each other it might help reach a more palatable, hopeful ending. 

Anything can happen. It should be interesting. All that said, I do want CJ to get “better”, but often getting better does require her to realize her mistakes and have some kind of support network that she trusts enough to unveil some of her demons. Because, well, frankly? It’s sink or swim.
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█████    STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES    █████
+ can tap into electrical currents to generate electrokinetic abilities.

+ being supercharged by electrical currents gives her some degree of extranormal endurance.

− is the equivalent of a living conduit, making electrical objects react to her in ways that can be inconveniencing or dangerous for others

− high amounts of electrical currents can cause her to overload and cause life-threatening blackouts

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_{████████ PERSONAL DETAILS ████████} ^{█ AGE 23 █ GENDER Female █ SEXUALITY Misanthropic Bisexual █ OCCUPATION Musician / Clerk █ QUALIFICATIONS N/A █ RESIDENCE Portland, Maine} _{████████ PHYSICAL DETAILS ████████} ^{█ SCARS N/A █ TATTOOS 1 (arms), 2 (back) █ PIERCINGS N/A █ MARKINGS N/A █ HEIGHT 5’4” █ BUILD Endomorph (est. 110-120 lbs)} _{██████████ MISC NOTES ██████████} ^{1. they don’t own what you’ll become 2. suffocate on all their little thoughts 3. i'm now a lying narssicisst 4. i like having hurt 5. why should we dare to live forever 6. am I losing faith in my own anger? 7. what's wrong with me now 8. don’t make a sound don’t make a sound 9. i'll never be good enough 10. and i will never be happy} _{▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔}	^---- _{There is one word that can describe Carol Jane Markowitz’s time at Ritman High: adequate. In elementary school, CJ had been an academic standout. A Student. Spelling Bee champion. Accolades for her time in elementary-level choir and band classes. By high school, that was all gone. Due to a myriad of home life issues over the years the Markowitz girl had transformed into a middling C Student who had no drive or interest to do anything about it—and fuck you if you tried to motivate her to change that. Unsurprisingly, CJ’s ‘clique’ was that of the outsider, the misfits, the people who didn’t fit in with anybody else. By all appearances, CJ found herself content being among those who didn’t exactly fit in with those who were academically excellent or popular by way of other means; people who were easy targets for her mean-spirited jokes and taunts, people who were easy vehicles for her angst to latch onto and antagonize. If they choose to act tough, well, CJ was never afraid of a fight. Between this kind of devil-may-care attitude and her own irreverent disregard for anything it led to more than a few visits in detention. In fact, it almost became a second home for her. Somehow CJ’s disregard for authority, society, and people in general didn’t work entirely as a repellent for people being interested in her. But being a magnet for trouble also often meant that other troubled teens would be drawn in. Whether it was at school or roaming around Delton looking for something to do, it did always seem that CJ was somewhere to be found, trying to actively avoid dealing with the world around her. Sometimes there was someone else who was dealing with the same despondent angst by her side. CJ didn’t realize it at the time, but it made her feel a little less broken–a little bit closer to being not content, but happy. But much like high school… such things are fleeting and temporary.} ^---- _{Granted, her high school life was far more positive than her home life. Whenever things started trending in the positive direction, the world was keen to remind CJ that she was less than nothing in the eyes of god. Throughout her teen years she had reckoned with abuse and neglect with her essentially having to figure things out by herself without any substantial support from her mother, Samantha. If it wasn’t her mother’s awful drug addiction and terrible public image, it was the slew of physically and emotionally abusive men she found herself living with–and more often than not such abuse was vicariously directed at CJ herself. Due to this, one could say that CJ formed a personality based on finding an outlet for all of her negative emotions. The rage, the fear, the shame–all aspects of her wanting to transfer all of the discontent she felt upon not only the people around her but also the world that allowed it to happen. Through this CJ aspired to find any sort of power she could hold onto, for however long it was allowed to be in her hands. Without academic excellence (or the drive to put effort in like she had in grade school) all she had was getting reactions from people. Eventually she grew to like it, because at the very least, the reaction was something she could control. The world had tried to beat her down since her dad loaded a bullet into his throat when she was eleven-years-old. It wouldn’t win. She wouldn’t let it. By the time she’d graduate and aspire to leave Delton, she had forged a reputation for being a “problem”. Rude, sarcastic, overly nihilistic and cynical, irreverent, bold, headstrong, assertive. One of the kids that’d sit in the corner of the cafeteria, branded as a bitch or worse. A constant fixture in school detention. She’d never open up or admit she was too weak to protect herself at home–that she’d only go home when she had to. That fear of weakness, or being perceived as such, would drive her to be immensely private. She hated her mom for a lot of asinine, angsty teenaged reasons, but she’d never out her. At the end of the day, mom was still mom. She stuck with her, so she deserved to retain her dignity as far as CJ was concerned. This made meaningful relationships of any kind with CJ difficult for a garden variety of people. It has not improved in the last five years by much and in some regards isolating herself from people she once cared about might have done more damage than anything else. As the guitarist and vocalist for a Portland-based Post-Hardcore group she finally has the agency she wants, but something inside her feels empty, craving for more. She hasn’t found a way to satisfy it.} ^{▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔}


^---- _{CJ possesses the power of electrokinesis—the ability to manipulate electricity with her mind. Largely due to an ionized physiology that has her serve as equal parts battery and amplifier. So, in reality CJ doesn’t exactly create electricity herself but more that she manipulates the electrical currents that are drawn to her. On the conscious level, CJ can expedite this process or ward it off. Drawing in a large amount of electrical energy (or warding it off) is when things start to get trickier. Not only does it take an immense level of focus and concentration, she had to be very careful not to become downright overloaded. However, the benefits if done correctly, can lead to more complex applications of electricity including electro-magnetism. But as with these sorts of things, they come with control, practice, and precision. Overloading her body–and by extension her brain–things can lead to severe, violent blackouts. How much can her ionized body take before she’s beyond her limit? An overloaded battery can explode. There are many things to be wary about.} ^---- _{“...our souls may be consumed by shadows, but that doesn't mean we have to behave as monsters.” ― Emm Cole This is probably the most realized version of CJ I’ve come up with yet. How far does someone’s worst judgment and instincts take them when confronting their past? That’s one of the questions I’ve asked myself here in the creation of the concept. I’d like to really dig into how misanthropic nihilism affects someone and show how they can change through the more appropriate conditions. The “why is she like this” question is often the easiest to answer. The “how can she get better” one is harder and one I’m curious if it's even achievable. Returning to her hometown was never something she intended to do, but here she is, doing so. Confronting the bad decisions she’s made there and the ones she’s made since she’s left. I’d like to see how her past relations engage with her inner being–do they anchor her to the open water, or are they life preserver that helps her finally move forward? I’m curious to find out. In terms of her powers, that’s a bit more cut-and-dry, I think. Through time she will gain more control of herself and her condition, but how far does control of that power lead to darker lanes? CJ is already a fucked up, misanthropic nihlist who justifies her misery toward others because she had to endure worse. What happens when you give someone with no hope great power and endanger her ability to express herself in healthy ways? I can’t imagine it's good. I think what happens to CJ will largely depend on the cast she will have to learn to trust. They have similar afflictions and if they can depend on each other it might help reach a more palatable, hopeful ending. Anything can happen. It should be interesting. All that said, I do want CJ to get “better”, but often getting better does require her to realize her mistakes and have some kind of support network that she trusts enough to unveil some of her demons. Because, well, frankly? It’s sink or swim.} ^{▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔}	- ^{█████ STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES █████} _{+ can tap into electrical currents to generate electrokinetic abilities. + being supercharged by electrical currents gives her some degree of extranormal endurance. − is the equivalent of a living conduit, making electrical objects react to her in ways that can be inconveniencing or dangerous for others − high amounts of electrical currents can cause her to overload and cause life-threatening blackouts} _{▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔}

Location: Agnew Residence; Living RoomTimeframe Early Morning
Interaction(s): NonePreviously: N/A

“How’s your leg treating you, Ted?”

“Healing fine. I’ll be walking again soon.” The older man motioned to his leg, as he pressed he bent his knee. “Just wish I didn’t total the truck.”

Davey Graves stood in the living room of Theodore Agnew, who before the apocalypse, pretty much had given the stability he needed since he left high school. As an old school handyman Ted had basically worked in the greater Concord-Manchester Area for over fifty years. Through him Davey had learned various home repair skills that were probably going to be useful in the world to come. 

The younger man was a little worried about his mentor, though reality had been pretty kind all things considered. The car accident that broke the sixty-seven-year-old’s leg had been a little over a month ago, so nothing relating to the freak sickness that turned people rabid to be concerned about. Still, the old man was living alone with his granddaughter, Jenny, who herself had just turned fourteen. Even with all of Ted’s guns mounted on the wall, Davey couldn’t shake being worried about them and the people that lived away from Mulberry Street.

“Could be worse.”

The old man snorted, “Could be better.”

“We’ll come check on you in a few days. Don’t be afraid to reach out. We need you alive.”

The two men looked over to the left, where Davey’s mother, Lorrie, had finished putting away the supplies with help from Jenny. With box in hand, Davey knew it was time to get back home.

“Right.” Davey commented as the two Graves' family members made their way through the house's front door. “We heading straight back?”

His mom shook her head as she tossed the box in the back of the 2013 Toyota Tacoma. “I want to stop by the gas station, get anything else we need.”

“Think it's been hit since last time?”

“Might be. We only chained up the doors. Anyone with a pair of bolt cutters could get in. And that’s not even talking about the tanks.” She remarked as the two entered the Tacoma. “I hope not. We need the gas reserves to last as long as possible. But we aren’t the only survivors out there.”

Lorrie turned the key and with that they hit the road.

The buzzing of Davey’s phone caught his attention, particularly of a group chat Jason had decided to make. He scrolled through, wondering what exactly the kid was thinking trying to cut out the people who had been doing the bulk of the work keeping the community alive in the last two weeks. He sighed, putting the phone away.

“What’s up?”

Davey shook his head, laughing. “Jason thinks he’s in charge.”

“Oh does he now?” Lorrie’s expression didn’t change as she turned down another road, keeping her eyes in front, “That’s interesting. What does our leader think we should do?”

Part of Davey wished he didn’t mention it off-hand, but his experience trying to lie to his mother always backfired in the past, so he didn’t even bother trying to change the subject. Not like he cared one bit about any of it. In the end, they were going to be a while at the gas station his mother worked at regardless…

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