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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2015 4:12 pm
Tigerlvr_Bailey' Character(s) xxx xxx  xxx xxx  ❛ JEREMY ◝ HUDSONif we're celebrating it my birthday is 12/16/89
that’s makes me, 24 years old.
i am a survivor and i specialize with both close-range and long-range combat against the Zombies.
i was stuck in North Dakota when the infection hit, but have since found my way to Iowa
♛ it's the end of the world as we know it, and i feel fine
Loyal [when he is with anyone]. Acts like a jerk to protect himself from forming attachments. Trustworthy. Sarcastic.
♛ slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn
Hudson is a young man originally from London. He was in North Dakota visiting a family member when the infection hit. His family didn't last long after that, but he managed to get clear of the horde. Since, he has mostly kept to himself. When he is with anyone else, he doesn't talk much about his past, and nobody knows whether Hudson is his first or last name -- he doesn't tell anyone his first name. People tend to trust him, despite all of the mystery surrounding him. He just seems to give off that kind of a vibe. Perhaps because, after all of the time he's spent on his own, he appears to know what he's doing. If he meets up with other survivors, Hudson rarely stays with anyone long enough to form much of an attachment, which is purposeful. He doesn't want to be upset when people die -- and as of now every time he's tried to stick with anyone, they've died. He tries to be somewhat of a jerk to keep people from getting too friendly with him as well, but for some reason people enjoy having him around anyways.
♛ every motive escalate, automotive incinerate
COMBAT → Hudson has an interesting method of Zombie hunting. He uses a spear that he made for distance, and his axe for close-range. He always burns his kills, just to prevent any risk of them getting back up.
FIXING THINGS → Hudson is a surprisingly good handyman. He spent a lot of time in the garage with his father growing up, working on cars, helping his father with projects around the house, that sort of thing.
COOKING → Hudson has been able to feed himself well enough to survive, but his cooking is barely edible. He doesn't realize quite how terrible it is, because he's gotten so used to it, but it's bad. Like... Really bad. Anyone else might wonder how he managed to feed himself before the infection, let alone after.
xxx xxx  xxx xxx  ❛ CORBIN ◝ PETERSONif we're celebrating it my birthday is 08/13/1990
that’s makes me 22 years old.
i am a resident of conrad and i work as a guard and survival instructor.
♛ it's the end of the world as we know it, and i feel fine
patient with kids. antisocial towards people his own age. kindhearted deep down despite being antisocial. makes rash decisions.
♛ slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn
Corbin Peterson grew up in the area before the infection hit. He led a fairly boring life. He worked as a minimum wage clerk in a grocery store, but he would often go on hunting trips with his father. He hadn't yet moved out of his parents home, and helped to care for his elderly grandmother who was also living with them. After the infection hit, Corbin lost both of his parents almost immediately. The only family member that survived was his grandmother, and the male went to every effort to keep the old woman safe from the Walkers. When he discovered that a nearby town was being fortified against the Undead, Corbin made plans to bring his grandmother there. Armed with his father's hunting rifle, and his own, they set out, and safely reached the town. They have been in Conrad since, and his grandmother is quite social and well-liked. Corbin, on the other hand, is really only nice to the children he teaches and his grandmother. The hunting skills he had acquired growing up with his father only got better as the infection wore on, and now he is arguably one of the best guardsmen and survivalists in Conrad.
♛ every motive escalate, automotive incinerate
CLOSE-RANGE COMBAT → Corbin is very skilled with knives, and other close range weaponry. He teaches people how to use these in the survival class, and occasionally accompanies the runners out into the field as backup, though he is not a runner himself.
SHOOTING → Corbin has excellent aim. When he is not teaching survival skills, he is often stationed as a guard. He knows how to handle most guns, and often teaches others to handle them as well. People say that he is closer to his guns than to any living humans.
PEOPLE SKILLS → Despite Corbin being a survival instructor, he has terrible people skills. He only got the job because he knows what he's doing. He gets along reasonably with the kids, because he works with them so often, but he has a hard time getting along with people his own age and older.
xxx xxx  xxx xxx  ❛ JESS ◝ CORVEAUXif we're celebrating it my birthday is 03/01/1995
that’s makes me 18 years old.
i am a resident of conrad and i work as a vegetable and livestock farmer.
♛ it's the end of the world as we know it, and i feel fine
hardworking. shy. smart. distrustful. caring. anxious.
♛ slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn
Jess lived in the city of Conrad before the infection. She has always been shy, and has struggled with anxiety her entire life. When the infection hit, her family was killed before the city was completely fortified. The trauma mostly sent her off the deep end. She now stays with a friend of her family, helping with their farm work and animals. Jess barely speaks to anyone, except those she is quite close to and when she has to teach about gardening, and earning her trust takes persistence. Her anxiety gets the best of her in most social situations, and she often suffers night terrors. Because of her night terrors and anxiety, and the fact that she doesn't talk to too many people, there are a lot of rumors that she is a little bit crazy.
♛ every motive escalate, automotive incinerate
GARDENING → Jess works on a family friend's farm, helping grow vegetables for the town of Conrad. She definitely has a green thumb, and often helps new gardeners learn just how to situate seeds, exactly how much water each crop needs, and how to gently remove the vegetables once they are ready.
CARING FOR ANIMALS → In addition to the gardening, Jess helps the livestock farmers. She is much gentler towards animals than people, and diligently keeps up on making sure they're happy and healthy. She often sits and talks to the animals instead of the people around Conrad.
FIGHTING → Jess is the furthest thing from a fighter. She can be rather snappy, but is ultimately all talk. She was one of the few people in Conrad to completely and utterly fail any kind of survival training involving weaponry. She can't even handle a knife, except when it is needed to cut plants from stems or chop some vegetables for food.
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2015 8:23 am
_Amyninkai_ 's Character(s) xxx xxx  xxx xxx  ❛ CASEY MAY ◝ ANDERSON! ]if we're celebrating it my birthday is 04/15/1990
that’s makes me, 23 many years old.
i am a resident of conrad and i work as a runner & livestock farmer.
♛ it's the end of the world as we know it, and i feel fine
sucker for handsome. fast to react when things get rough. can be naggy or too motherly. persuasive in a lot of ways. bad judge of character, trust first, ask later. helps out as much as she can. not afraid to get dirty flirty. likes to end an argument between others. but fuel them when she's the subject. enjoys fun and takes time to create happy moments. acts a little too much on emotion. tough as crabgrass, yet can cry a lot.
♛ slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn
Casey May has always been the little sharp shooter of Conrad, breaking boys hearts since the start of junior high but her Daddy was always her number one as a little one. Before the crazy eyes started to walk and ruin everything, it was always just her, him, and her older sister Riley. Though it was probably boy's work, it was up to Jeb's little gals to help him out around their farm. They had pigs, cows, even a pretty black stallion, but Jeb's other job was a veterinarian to the town. They were pretty far away from the town, and the bus would drop them off off after school, they would do homework, and then take care of the farm until dad got back and have dinner ready by six. That was life for awhile, church every Sunday, however, Casey started to pull away from that when she turned 16. All she wanted to do was know about boys, go on dates, enjoy her youth a bit. Casey enjoyed it a little too much, hanging out with the wrong crowd, all for the sake of fun. When she came home drunk one night giggling like a silly thing, her daddy had had the last of that. But you can't keep a good red head down! She had a fire in her, much like their mother. She would escape out of their farmhouse only to be brought back by cops the next morning. It wasn't until years followed by that Casey began to chill out the rebellion and find out what really mattered. Her family.
When Riley left for college to be a lawyer, it blew both of her and her father's minds. It was a real, honest to good school, and Riley had aced whatever test to get in there. This called for a celebration, but their father reacted differently. It turned into a huge argument and the dinner went cold and uneaten that night. Casey was now 18, and she was loosing a sister, yet she couldn't help but be proud that she was getting out of this town. It was a sad day when she left, but their dad had come around so he gave her his blessing as well as a check and a bible. "Never lose your way." That stuck with Casey, and the next year she graduated school with special honors, a shock to all, and applied to a vocational college nearby to be a nurse, waitressing to babysitting on the weekends. Though she knew her dad would be lonely, he was really too stubborn to stop. After school, she continued to be there for him, she'd finish class, help out with the farm, and stay up doing homework till eleven. She found her drive, finally.
Coming home one day, everything in her life turned upside down. She had to stay later for a very long test, and told her father sadly she wasn't going to be able to make dinner tonight or help. He said, of course, don't worry about it, good luck; he was more supportive and proud as ever, the cheeky old goat. Casey was so tired on her way home, she fell asleep at the wheel, the car thankfully only had one highway road to drive on in the middle of no where, so it wasn't a bad thing. Listening to the radio, there was odd interference, she blamed her dad's beat up old truck, but something worse was happening. She drifted to the side of the road and took a few z's.
When she woke up, it was pitch black outside and pumping herself up to finish the drive, she turned the radio back on, and a blarring took over the small den of the truck. There was sirens, someone talking in muffled tones. What the hell was going on? Turning it off, she was shaken as she took out her cellphone and tried to call her dad. A knock at her window made her jump out of her scrubs. A flashlight shined in her face and carefully rolling down the window, she was happy to see it was the sheriff. He told her to come, immediately, get off the road. Something was happening. Eventually following him, everyone in town was in front of the council hall building in the center of town. Getting out of her truck, she found her dad in his pajamas as ❛THE LEADER explained the situation and what their plan was. It was so hard to fathom, many panicked and fled town, some just laughed. Casey was just worried about her sister so far away, but eventually one showed up. It only took a month for worldwide pandemic to consume everywhere. When the tv's and broadcasts started to get shut down, people started believing, but true belief comes from seeing, ain't that right? It took everyone by surprise, it looked decayed and monstrous. It was shot down by the leader with one shot, everyone looked to them... Everyone's butts were in gear to get walls up immediately after that, before more came.
♛ every motive escalate, automotive incinerate
FARM LIFE FOR ME → It's always been in her blood, and she's been raising, delivering baby animals, and mending to their utmost care since she was six. Now it is just easy as breathing, it takes a lot more to understand the animal and know when its sad or sick. Pigs and cows are for eating when they are ready, but don't touch my horse, you slimy piece of cud.
NURSE (INTRAINING) → Before the storm came on Conrad, she had just taken her test to finish hopefully her schooling and get her licensing degree in nursing, but she never went back to check. Things were too hectic. Honestly, it frightens still to know if she passed or failed, but she will never know, just hope what she learned grows with experience. What better training than being in the middle of a zombie invasion, right?
I AM A RUNNER → One thing she has always been good at is stamina, and when that is fueled by adrenaline, Casey can be gone in a blink. You have to be faster than a screaming pig that knows exactly where he's going. Even if she can run away, that is not always an option. She has been saved numerous times by the small group she goes out with for supply runs. She's getting better and being smarter, but she is still flawed and reckless.
LEADERSHIP? → Don't let her sassy sweet posture fool you, she is just as frightened as the rest and would not count herself as someone that could take the upper hand in a grand scheme or have people listen to her. Public speeches normally made her queezy in high school, so why would she be able to lead a town? Or even a small group. No, Casey May is a dependent leech on the strong. Sad facts.
xxx xxx  xxx xxx  ❛ STETSON ◝ DEBOIS if we're celebrating it my birthday is 05/05/1978.
that’s makes me, 35 years old.
i am a wanderer and i specialize with baseball bat for melee, skinning knife, and a shotgun handy.
i was stuck in Louisiana when the infection hit
♛ it's the end of the world as we know it, and i feel fine
Sense of humor, good for a gloomy night stuck with walkers, cowardly, strong arm, a vicious flirt, easy to get along with most of the time until he says the wrong thing, loud and obnoxious, hides a big heart, cocky son a b - - -, can be a tad abusive with words, pushes people away, not everyone's cup of s**t tea.
♛ slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn
A upcoming baseball star for Louisiana's home team, he was two hits to get two more home runs away from possibly being traded to the Dodgers, but that was before this disease went and messed up his chances. They were in the stadium when people started to panic, running into the field, no one able to control anything as people started to eat each other. Stetson did what any man would do - he did the opposite, he ran, hid in the office of the lockerroom until things seemed okay. He found a huge bottle of whiskey and decided hey why not, downing the bottle and sleeping the day away as the world was in chaos outside. Finally, hung over, but still mobile, he opened the door, quiet as it was, he had to take out a few chompers on his way out to the parking lot. He stayed low, and honestly it was not the man's first time assaulting someone. He had a rough life growing up, both of his parents drug heads and he used baseball and special services to get him out of that kind of life. Luckily, there were scholarships for sports, and he worked hard to do it, got himself a college road trip, enjoyed that fairly all he could, and happily was accepted to join in the big league. Every boy's dream. Woman flocked to him that never would have looked twice at him back in high school. He married, divorced, married again, but the girl never was around. He didn't really care, she had many men on the side so when the world ended, he hoped they were the first to go. Kids? Oh, nah, he was careful on that part. Why bring a kid into this kind of life? That was his first problem with the first wife, wanted the whole family package, but was unable to give.
After his run in for awhile alone, he had kept a truck in good condition despite running into a few crowds hear and there. It was when it was raining when he saw across a field, a horde chasing after another of their kind. But when he threw on his brights, also catching the dummies attention, he saw the girl, life in her eyes. That was when he met Alyssa. He picked her up in the truck and drove her out of there. Very skittish and closed off, Stetson couldn't even get a thank you out of her for a good few hours, but when he tried to touch her leg a little, the girl came to life. Almost took them for a nosedive in a ditch. Fiesty with a buried past, he liked her the more she opened up to him. The kid had guts and had good ideas. They just figured to stick together, what else were there to do. Well Stetson, being the horn dog he was, could think of a few things, but Alyssa wasn't having any part in that area. Prude!
♛ every motive escalate, automotive incinerate
BASEBALL FAN ANYONE? → Maybe a tad unknown, at least one girl knew his name as a fellow Louisianan. Stetson has been trained through the pain staking love and hate of swinging a bat. Luckily, this helps him take out heads more than balls. He gets a little cocky with it and sometimes enjoys it as if he was back on the field.
PEOPLE SKILLS → Men tend to like him at first, he comes out as sharp and honest with his intentions, but that is not really his true front when it comes to the ladies, usually he'll just use the baseball card, but that doesn't mean s**t out here. He has a lot to learn when it comes to women, and boundaries. He tends to get under people's skins no matter what.
CHEF DEBOIS AT YOUR SERVICE → Having the cook for himself ever since he was small, he's tried many new things, and what's better, he knows how to make due with what they got since most of the times the refrigerator and pantries would be filled with nothing but baking soda stocked to the brim. Alyssa has been more than thankful to a good stew. Or a ghetto gumbo, plenty of crawdads in the creek.
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2015 9:15 pm
Optophobe's Character(s) xxx xxx  xxx xxx  ❛ ALYSSA ◝ MUSTO! if we're celebrating it my birthday is 01/12/1991
that’s makes me, 22 years old.
i am a wanderer and i specialize with melee weapons
i was stuck in new orleans when the infection hit
♛ it's the end of the world as we know it, and i feel fine
Ambitious, conservative, determined, practical, helpful, suspicious, resentful, inhibited, pessimistic and stubborn.
♛ slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn
Being born into the lower middle class didn't leave you with very many options. Both of her older brothers; twins, Alexander and Aiden, went into the military and Alyssa was most likely to follow. Her life before the infection was busy, before school she helped her father set inventory out for the shop, assortments of candles and creepy voodo looking stuff, after breakfast she was out the door to learn. Public school went as always, too much swearing and not enough deterrent, Home life was okay, but it didn't start until after six o'clock. After school was spent watching the shop while her mother made dinner.
Dinner was spent with just the three of them, other than holidays when her brothers came back from posting. That was when Alyssa was happiest, sure the shop still had to be open, but she got to spend work hours with her brothers and hear their stories. After the shop closed, she would learn from her brothers, knowing how dangerous this city could be. Not that they ever let her shoot a gun, the boys would show her ways to protect herself, how to throw her weight around. They never knew how important that would become.
When the infection hit the Musto family, and other military families of the south got word first. Unlike some of their more loyal companions, the Musto men left there post, running home with the news. They knew that they had to get home fast. Of course their mother and father were perplexed, questioned everything, but Alyssa didn't. She could see it in their eyes. Alexander was higher up than his younger twin Aiden, so Alyssa didn't think he had any reason to lie. Even if he had just heard it floating around base. Regrettably, mister and misses Musto refused to leave. Some possible threat wasn't going to move those old bones.
Alexander and Aiden started preparations to drag everyone if they had to when things hit the fan. When the news got hold of the information, panic spread, people were pulled form school, work and everyone hid in there homes. Business died down even though thanksgiving was just around the corner. The three siblings stuck it out as long as they could, teaching their sister what they could as Marshall Law was placed in New Orleans.
Not that it stopped the looting. At that point, Aiden decided that they would be leaving, with or without their parents. Both Alexander and Alyssa scorned him for that. But if he hadn't done that, they may have never made it out. It was December third when they left their parents behind.
Both Aiden and Alexander agreed to head north, and so that where they went. The first infected encounter was out on the road, after the truck they had snatched ran out of gasoline. They walked for three miles before encountering a small group fending off other people. The boys went in to help finding the undead. In the end, they formed together, teaching one another about the infected and what happened. This went on for some time, all of them heading north, that was until Aiden got bit.
Sure Alyssa had seen others die in the slow months of moving north with the group, but not her brother. It was a routine run, Aiden and a man named Thomas went on the look for gasoline and other supplies not too far from their small camp set up, Thomas never went into detail, but he managed to bring her brothers slowly turning body. Alexander and the other adults all knew, anyone bit would turn and should be dealt with. Alyssa knew he'd turn but not how fast. Alyssa didn't even get a chance to say anything when Thomas put him down. He had the right though, Aiden had become dangerous. Immature at the time, Alyssa lost it. Alexander had to hold her back from killing the man. This is when the group broke apart. Mostly because Alyssa knew she couldn't work with Thomas' group, just to look at him enraged her. Unwilling to leave his sister to fend for herself, Alex left the group as well.
For a time, Alyssa though about going out and feeding herself to the infected, feel what Aiden felt, or at least to die the same way. She didn't go to that extent, but she did get reckless. Often times would end up covered in blood when she came across walkers. It worried Alexander more than anything, he even almost shot her on occasion. Eventually, Alyssa found that being soiled in walker guts was an advantage. She smelled like one of them so she could walk through them, as long as she was quiet. Alex wasn't fond of it in any way.
In the half way point of their trip north, hungry and angered the two decided to split to look for supplies, Alex taking the super market, and Alyssa taking the pharmacy across the way. Covered with bile and blood, Alyssa moved gently through the few walkers that blocked her path. Alexander opted to go through the back, make a few grabs and get out. It didn't go that way though.
Whilst Alyssa was sorting through the very few left over medications, she realized it wasn't just the waking undead that was with them. Another group, consisting of three men, hastily walked towards the supermarket across the way, shooting any undead within range. Of course this both disturbed the walkers outside but the ones inside also. With a pounding heart, Alyssa could only hope that her brother had hidden. Crouched behind a counter Alyssa heard an exchange of shots.Then silence. Minutes passed, and the bloodied girl watched from afar, shrouded by large metal shelves.
A shadow emerged from the market, carrying cans of food, running out and to where they had come from. It wasn't Alexander. Either was the next, and the large man she had first seen jogged out, Alexanders bloody backpack over his shoulder. Her heart wretched, and she stabilized herself on the bolted shelving unit. She waited, and hours passed. No one else came out. When dark fell, Alyssa made her way into the market, coming face to face with her elder brother, his gut half missing from the spray of a shotgun blast. Alyssa couldn't muster the courage to put him down.
She left him behind in a little town just off of interstate 55.
For a time, Alyssa was reluctant to be with others, but eventually, she began helping others again, cautiously adding them into her circle, and moving north. And here they are. Aiden was gone close to a year and two months gone, and Alex? It had only been a short six months since he was gone. She doesn't mention them too much, nor her mother or father. She just had to make it north. Perhaps Conrad is the right place for her.
♛ every motive escalate, automotive incinerate
MELEE WEAPONS → A personally built skill is the creation and modification of melee weaponry. You've got to think quick sometimes, and at times it's a bat other times it's a guitar string.
CQC → At a young age, Alyssa was taught by her brothers how to protect herself, first how to throw punches and then headlocks and so on. They were always looking out for her well being when it came to walking home alone at night. The close quarter combat came just before the rioting, lucky her.
GUN HANDLING → This is one of the things her brothers never got to teach her. And honestly she doesn't want to pick one up. They just cause trouble.
HOUSEKEEPING → Alyssa was often out of the house, never picking up after herself or others. She can't even fold sheets. At least she can take inventory of things like making lists. That's about it.
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2016 7:17 pm
Park Chanyolk(s) xxx xxx  xxx xxx  ❛ XENIA ◝ D' LOREAN if we're celebrating it my birthday is 01/21/1994
that’s makes me, 19 years old.
i am a wanderer and i specialize with stealth, scouting and long range shooting.
i was stuck in Kansas, but end up making it to iowa when the infection hit
♛ it's the end of the world as we know it, and i feel fine
Brave, Ruthless, Protective, Reckless, Loyal, Sarcastic, Determined, Immature, Helpful, Stubborn, Fearless, Borderline Crazy, Sneaky, Impulsive liar, Confident, Doesn't listen to rules, Quick reflexes, Short-temper, Multitasks, Distracted easily, Witty, Swearer, Hawk eyes, Suspicious, Optimist, way too flirty, Respectful, Violent, Active, Can't be confined, Fast thinking, Over thinker, Heroic, Stress-prone.
♛ slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn
Xenia was the kid who was continuously sitting in the principles office as she waited for her teacher to explain to her parents how she had attacked a boy in the playground. As much as her parents grew tired of her heroic deeds that often lead to violence, Xenia couldn't stay still when watching evil doers run her game of tag or put gum in a innocent girl's hair. She was a good kid, really. Her older brother (of a few minutes) always seemed to pull her away once they hit middle school, mostly keeping her out of trouble. That was also the time where she found herself punching boys just for the sake of it, she found her stomach seemed to twist when she looked at boys. Was she sick? Xenia confessed to her parents her little dilemma, telling them that boys at school made her feel sick. Sadly Oscar was in the room as well when this event occurred, and has never let her live down her little dilemma. Ever.
Once she hit puberty, she lessened the fight intake, it became once every 2 weeks. Her friends were older, cool and free. She envied their age, their freedom to go to parties and drink beer. Xenia found herself sneaking out at night to go to parties and get high with her friends, eventually she stopped sneaking out because her parents just seemed to give up on her. She felt fine with this freedom, her veins always burning and eyes always starry and wide. It was almost as if she were cool and older, it was like she was almost free. The cops never caught her, when she was high she could run faster than any track star, her heart beating with every step she took. She broke hearts and stole things, her parents never needed to give her money because her little flings would give her things. She always lied about her age, her close friends decided that they would keep her actual age hidden. Who wanted to be seen with a 14 year old?They orbited Oscar and praised him with compliments, she was the child they didn't want coming to family dinners, sometimes leaving her at home whilst they went off to the Grandparents.
She was 15 when her parents died, they were speeding and drove off a cliff. Tumbling into the ocean below, they're bodies were barely recovered. She didn't cry when she saw the bodies, she forced tears to come out yet they never did. She had never connected with her parents, never truly cared for them. It was almost as if she was looking at strangers, or at least that's what she told herself to believe. She never looked at Oscar, he was her twin, he didn't want to feel his unlimited love for their mother and father. They were sent to a foster family until they turned 18, Xenia made it hard for them to settle down into a family with her mischief.
It was the 5th family that almost stopped her, she'd finally turned 16 and her present was a new family and a few gifts from her brother and friends. The family consisted of a stay-at-home mother and a hardworking christian father as well as a 5 year old daughter and 20 year old son who was majoring in psychology. The son was messy, had tattoos and had a motorbike. He had blue eyes that seemed to watch her with every step she made and it thrilled her. It was only a few months before she found herself naked in his weirdly pristine white sheets as he limply placed his arm around her. He was kind to her, he treated her well and made sure she didn't run off to any parties. He set up a modeling career for her, she would finally be able to make something out of her past. He'd dug into the shitty bits that surrounded her heart, he'd almost reached her too.
Until they came. And as soon as she'd finally picked herself up, she came crashing down.
♛ every motive escalate, automotive incinerate
STEALTH → She's always been a stealthy person, easily able to fit in small places due to her lack of body mass She'll steal your lungs if you're not careful, it's almost uncanny how she can take things without you noticing. Not that that's a good thing.. She's quite silent on her feet, flexible enough to do some crazy park-our due to living with the undead. Another trick she picked up was lock picking, something she picked up whilst looking for supplies. She's the perfect person for scouting missions or just getting into places.
LONG RANGE SHOOTING → Although her body is very useful, her eyes are what have kept her alive for three years. She's got sharper eyes than a hawk, easily able to spot things long distance and brilliant with a sniper. She's skilled in CQC due to her violent tendencies, yet not that good with a close range gun. .
TRUTH → She's so bad at telling the truth that even her brother doesn't know whether or not she's faking. Although her skill in acting and lying improved, her respect lessened. She can't fully open up to people because she doesn't know how.
xxx xxx  xxx xxx  ❛ OSCAR ◝ D' LOREAN if we're celebrating it my birthday is 01/21/1994
that’s makes me, 19 years old.
i am a wanderer and i specialize with Mechanics and Short range shooting / Mele.
i was stuck in Kansas, but end up making it to iowa when the infection hit
♛ it's the end of the world as we know it, and i feel fine
Kind, Too kind sometimes, Witty, Scared easily, Calming, Overly cautious, Mature, Serious, Confident, Know-it-all, Social, Show off, Nice, Spoiled, Respectful, OCD, Listener, Overprotective, Easily gives in, Honest, Makes fun of people, Great memory, Hopeless romantic, Leader, Grumpy at times, Helpful.
♛ slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn
Oscar was a little cutie, he loved his parents, his sister, his dog Scruff ad just everything in life. He loved to put on a show for his parents with his cute little dancing acts, loved to pick up all the ladies at preschool. He had the perfect childhood, he was popular, the girls loved him and the boys wanted to go to his after school. He had never though about his sister Xenia, his a child, he was young. He was so wrapped up in who would be versing who at soccer that he never really noticed the fights that happened every lunch time. In all honesty, he admired her, the people she went against were always the ones he never liked anyway.
During middle school he became more involved with his studies, he was always competing for first place in everything. He grew tall enough to ward off her sister's fighting opponents, and seemed to keep her in check most of the time. He was the star son, he had to be the best at everything and be a mature brother. At such a young age there was so much stress placed on his shoulders, he got sick more often than not and tended to start loosing sleep, his parents babied him to health but eventually started pushing him some more. He could never disappoint his parents, it would break his heart.
It was high-school where everything went weird, he was popular, he was smart, he was fit. He was everything he had wanted to be yet his crew was so bland, so dramatic and rude. He couldn't make girl friends because rumors were created saying he was a player, he couldn't only just talk to guys or else people thought he was gay. He cared so much about what people thought of him that he got to be himself, never got to talk about his feelings.
When his parents died, it was like he'd been hit by a bus. They're bodies so cold and stiff, it was hard to breathe when the people in-front of him had lost the ability to do so. He became depressed for days, months weeks. His grades and friend count dropped, he locked himself into his room and didn't come out unless he was eating dinner or going to the toilet. It was as if a part of him had died inside.
When the zombies rampaged his small town, he was almost relieved. He was invisible there, no one really seemed to care about him. His sister took it harder, the death of Alex got to her. When they left, she screamed and scratched at the windows of the car they'd stolen until they could no longer see the monstrous beings eating at their foster family's bodies. It scared him how merciless they were, it scared him hoe numb his sister became to killing zombies and sometimes people to help them survive. He never shot a human who was not bitten, never would. It was scary how distant she became. It was scary how fast he could reload a gun and fix the same gun. Everything scared him.
♛ every motive escalate, automotive incinerate
MECHANIC → He has always been great with his hands. He loves mechanics and can almost fix everything with the amount of knowledge he has. You'll be surprised what he can do with any household object. He's made modified guns for him and his sister to survive, and if he has enough time he could easily fix and modify a car if he tried. He's the reason they had power for a month before someone caught them.
CLOSE RANGE SHOOTING → With a steady aim and good hand-eye coordination, he's perfect for close range shooting and CQC.
MERCY! → Oscar has too big of heart for a wild world like this, he's near killed them a couple of times with his charming smile and big heart. It's a surprise he's still a gentleman.
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