Name
Cayenne Willow.

Age
21 years old.

Gender
Female.

Orientation
Bisexual.

Physical Description
Taller than average at 5'11" with a robust, sturdy build, and a head full of long, curly gingery brown hair kept parted to the side, ending just below her shoulders. Her almond shaped eyes are a dark shade of hazel and her skin is light brown, her face and arms dusted with red freckles. Cayenne's clothes often consist of little more than a tank top or t-shirt with red flannel worn overtop, blue jeans or shorts and an old pair of sneakers that have clearly seen better days. So long as she has something to wear, she doesn't really care what it is.

Her face is oval shaped with subtly defined cheekbones and a short nose with a rounded tip. Her build is pear-shaped and she could never be described as dainty, it's quite clear just looking at the woman she's tough as nails and quite strong despite her soft appearance. A long scar can be found stretching from just above her left eyebrow down to her chin and the eye looks to be paler than her right and damaged, a barely visible scratch slicing down the center, while her arms and hands also appear to carry more mild scarring from her former occupation. She's quite fond of birds with a tattoo of a cardinal feather beneath each collar bone.

Demeanor
Cayenne has a strong sense of moral justice and would be hard-pressed to ever turn down another person in need. To do nothing in a world as corrupted as this one is the mark of a coward in her opinion and she's always willing to help. Warm, amiable, and generally a very open person, but one shouldn't mistake kindness for naivety. The girl is sharp and can mask her own emotions quite well when needed. You might think you have her fooled only to find she's been watching you more closely than you considered.

Generally a well-rounded and even-tempered individual. She’s taken up residence in the old garage she once worked at and spends most of her days tinkering with machinery in an attempt to turn them into hand-made weapons. One of her most successful projects is a combination of sword and gun, though it still needs quite a bit of work. She's set the garage up as a sort of sanctuary, more than willing to take in others and finding comfort in the idea of a community.

Relationships
TBD. Open.

Theme Song
Are You With Me - Nilu.
Not Gonna Break Me - Jamie N Commons.

Other
Cayenne has a dog, specifically a red and tan Doberman she calls Garnet. They're inseparable.

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Name
Vincent Peirce.

Age
24 years old.

Gender
Male.

Orientation
Pansexual.

Physical Description
Decently tall at an even 6'0", his height is possibly the only imposing thing about Vincent. His short, dark ginger hair was formerly rather well groomed but all things considered, it's become the least concern. Black glasses with large, round rims are worn at all times as his vision is impossibly blurry without them and his eyes, which were formally a pale blue-green, are now a vibrant amber with what appears to be small flecks of red spreading throughout the irises.

Vincent's skin is fair with faint reddish freckles. He has what some might describe as a boyish face, often mistaken for being a bit younger than his actual age. His body type is fairly average, not overly thin and possessing only slight muscle definition. He's clearly not the type who spent hours working out before society unraveled but isn't quite as helpless as his gentle face and otherwise unassuming appearance likely imply.

Demeanor
Vincent is a timid man, one who failed to stand out much before the virus took hold. Soft-spoken and reserved, most of his spare time was spent either continuing his work at home or volunteering at the local animal shelter. Charitable, sympathetic and one for wearing his heart on his sleeve, it’s a wonder Vincent has managed to survive the downfall of humanity this long. His sense of self-preservation isn’t especially high and he tries to see the best in people over assuming the worst.

Such qualities might be considered admirable, but they leave him dangerously vulnerable. Despite being fairly passive in personality he's surprisingly confident in the use of his ability, which is perhaps the reason for his continued survival. While his patience might seem unending, even Vincent has his breaking point and needless to say, when and if it happens, it won't be pretty. He appears to have a great deal of anxiety and grows nervous in the presence of weapons.

Relationships
TBD. Open.

Theme Song
Be Calm - Fun.
Fear and Loathing - Marina and the Diamonds.

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Name
Gregory Black.

Age
30 years old.

Gender
Male.

Orientation
Homoromantic Demisexual.

Physical Description
Short and skinny, no taller than 5'6" and weighing in at a measly 126 pounds. Greg has very little in the way of solid muscle and isn’t a particularly threatening looking person. His skin is rather pale in contrast to his inky black hair and his eyes are startlingly blue, his expression seemingly permanently tired and worn. Is it any wonder with current circumstances? His face is covered in freckles that can range anywhere between appearing so faint they are barely noticeable to especially prominent depending on the lighting provided.

His hair is short with the tendency to look a bit scruffy along the back of his head despite his attempts to appear neat and well groomed. Sharp cheekbones lead down to a narrow chin while his nose is thin and pointed. He walks with a heavy limp thanks to a leg injury he sustained in his early teens that proved permanent and has used a cane to assist his walking in the past, recently it was lost in an attempt to escape the plague doctors and he's made himself a make-shift leg brace to replace it for the time being.

Demeanor
Outwardly volatile and unpleasant. Greg is highly skeptical and expects the worst from most people. He spends his days keeping out of other survivor's way, well aware his appearance practically screams "hey, look at me! I'm an easy target!" Besides that, taking care of and depending on yourself is always easier as far as he's concerned. A general first impression of the fellow might be that he’s an extreme cynic with trust issues, and that assumption wouldn't exactly be wrong. While he will keep to himself given the chance, infamous among those who knew him for his sharp tongue and desire for solitude, he's not completely heartless and certainly not lacking in courage.

Greg isn’t a man particularly used to being treated nicely and views himself poorly. As such, he doesn't know how to deal with other people and will still prove quite prickly even in the face of genuine kindness. An attitude like that rightfully tends to push others away, but should anyone prove persistent enough to stick around he’ll eventually grow less guarded in that particular individual's presence. He isn't without his talents, surprisingly quick despite his injury and constantly vigilant. He's an insomniac and rarely sleeps, only getting enough rest to sustain himself and keep him on edge.

Relationships
TBD.

Theme Song
Sick Boy - The Chainsmokers.
Elastic Heart (Rock Cover) - Written By Wolves.

Other
Gregory has a condition known as ocular albinism, meaning it only affects the amount of melanin in the eyes rather than his skin and hair. He’s lucky enough to not have any impaired visual acuity which is common in people with this mutation, but he is sensitive to light and prefers night over day as a result.

Recently Greg has made a rather unusual friend in the form of a large black horse which appears to have adapted to consume meat and rapidly evolved into an apex predator. He is, needless to say, being cautious around the beast.

That moment when all of your characters have freckles. Whoops?

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: Name :
Verity Cieśla

: Age :
26 Years

: Gender :
Female

: Orientation :
Heterosexual
(Questioning slightly, though. She is unsure if she is also attracted to girls.)

: Physical Description :
When you first lay eyes upon her, Verity definitely doesn't seem like the most imposing of figures. She has a small build and stands at a height of 5'2". Though it isn't noticeable straight away, she does have a fair amount of muscle, especially in her arms. She has sharp facial features; defined eyebrows and high cheekbones, and her large, dark brown eyes often have a determined look to them. Despite her size, she can still come off as intimidating. Her resting facial expression is serious and fierce, which often makes her appear unapproachable. Curly brown hair frames her face, only just reaching her shoulders when let down. Her skin is a tanned brown colour and when she smiles she has a dimple on the left side of her mouth.

: Demeanour :
An extremely intelligent girl who has a way with words, Verity could definitely be a polite, well-spoken person if she wanted to. Instead, however, she chooses to be brutally blunt with everything she says. There was a time when she might have been willing to be diplomatic with others, usually for her own gain, but the apocalypse changed her - the need to fight for her survival brought out the tougher side of her. She speaks exactly what's on her mind and refuses to take shit from anyone. If she doesn't like you, you can trust that she'll let you know. Some people might admire her honesty, but more often than not she comes off as a rather abrasive personality.

She's has very little care for the livelihood of others, but that's a wall she put up herself after the start of the apocalypse, feeling that if she wasn't empathetic towards the struggles of other people it would be much easier to ensure her own survival above anything else. Even in her normal life, Verity had a job in a cut-throat industry where the only way to get to the top was to constantly outdo or cut other people out, and as a result she doesn't place her trust in anyone. Furthermore, she doesn't like being told what to do, and quickly gets snappy with people if she feels they're being too bossy. For these reasons she hasn't been able to keep any meaningful allies for over a month, and, one way or another, always ends up on her own again. She is, however, very strong-willed, and a survivor through and through. She's thick-skinned and never gives up, going after her goals with ruthless determination. It would take a lot to knock her down.

: Relationships :
None Currently
[Open, PM me.]

: Theme Song :
bad idea - Ariana Grande
Oh No! - Marina and the Diamonds

: Other :
Though she wouldn't exactly call him a companion, some form of mutated canine has been following her around since pretty much the start of the apocalypse. Verity suspects that it was once a fox of some sort, but now it has pitch-black fur and round, dark brown eyes. Its pelt is sleek, but extremely short - it doesn't have any extra fluff anywhere. Its ears are almost too large for its head, and they appear almost bat-like. Even though Verity has seen it eating large amounts of food, its still very lithely-built; the outline of its ribcage is always visible, similar to the build of a whippet.

He's proven himself to be quite dangerous, and even attempted to bite Verity when first meeting her, but because he's been completely harmless towards her ever since (and also because of her lack of human company), she's allowed him to stick around. She's named him 'Pooka', after a mythological Celtic spirit that often appears as a black dog in tales.

Name
Thane Percer

Age
27 years old

Gender
Male

Orientation
Homosexual

Physical Description
At 6'2'' Thane is fairly tall. His shoulders are slightly boarder and mostly fit his height but still leave his frame looking a bit narrow. Even though he might not be a solid wall of muscle, his muscles are still decently defined giving him over all a fit appearance. The warm undertone his skin used to have has faded considerably, which has left him looking rather pale.

The top of his head is filled with many unruly curls in a warm dark blond, almost bordering on a bright caramel brown. The curls are quite loose, mostly left to their own devices and so long that they fall past his strong eyebrows and ever so slightly in front of his eyes. His hair is longest at the top of his head while being shorter in the back and at the sides. A muted olive green colors his irises. His nose is straight for the most part but a tiny bit crooked at one point because it was broken once. The shape of his face is more on the narrower side and tending towards rectangular. The cheekbones are just barely defined in contrast to the rather angular jawline, which is lined by a very short beard, that occasionally gets a bit out of hand after a few days.


Demeanor
Thane isn't one to stay quiet. He speaks his mind openly, is very direct while doing so and will often use irony, which sometimes results in people, who don't know him, feeling attacked or hurt. Generally, he appears to be talk-active and open, but he will quickly close off when it comes to anything concerning emotions. You'll also most likely never hear him talk about himself in great detail. Despite that, Thane carries himself with a lot of confidence, at times even bordering on arrogance. He is definitely not the most patient person and it doesn't take much for him to become annoyed. But when it comes to that he will try to keep his temper in check for as long as possible (with varied success). Even at times when he is fed up with the world, is Thane able to look past petty fights to get done what needs to be done. That is unless you pissed him off royally. Because he can (and will) hold a grudge until hell freezes over.

He might not strike you as a perceptive person at first, but Thane always pays very close attention. While interacting with someone he is especially skilled at reading between the lines and actively tries to look behind the front that people present to him; All remnants of his former work as a journalist. In addition to that, Thane is all about assessing any given situation or person as quickly as possible. As mentioned, he is highly observant despite being seemingly uninterested and will try to form an assessment during the first minute of encountering someone or something new. Although this has helped him escape some sticky situations unscathed, he is also bound to make misjudgments, some of which he could come to regret later.

Relationships
TBD, Open

Theme Song
I Can Hold A Grudge Like Nobody's Business - Adam Jensen

Other
.

Source.

Name
Zachary Park.
[ Born 박민혁, Park Min-Hyuk]

Age
19.

Gender
Male.

Orientation
Pansexual, homosexual lean.

Physical Description
Zachary stands at a confident 5'11, though his frame leans to the slender side. Despite his rather thin build, muscle runs through his body, barely noticeable until he lands a hit. The inside of his left arm is lined with tattoos, curling up his shoulder and ending at the back of his neck. 'LUCK' is tattooed subtly between his collarbones, for reasons unexplained. Both ears are pierced, but only one is adorned with a thin silver chain earring. His eyes are his most intimidating feature. Previously black, he woke up after the virus with his right eye a piercing silver, contrasting frighteningly with the onyx of his left.
His pitch black hair was once tended to well, but the situation let the locks flow free and hang over his eyes. Zach is almost sickeningly pale, almost vampire-like, if seen in the dark with his monochrome garments and mysterious aura. The young man bears a startling 'resting bitch face', with a stare that feels like it could bore holes into one's mind.

Demeanor
Nothing really changed about Zachary's personality even after the virus took away the people around him. He had always been a secluded, solitary being, prefering the silence of the disaster to the previous bustling of the cities. Past was troubled, falling in with the wrong crowd and spending much of his time messing around with street gangs and vandalism. He got better after his admittance to college, only a few months before the fall of humanity. Zachary seems to have easily grappled on to the 'world apocolypse' idea, and his bitter, quiet persona has adapted with no problems.
Zach might be a hint too confident for the situation, with his street experience and ability to get him through each mess. The only rare smile seen is usually a knowing smirk or the scarce quirk of his lips to show amusement. He has the temper of a still lake, calm, cold, and still until a pebble is tossed into it's depths. The smallest things can set him off, in icy, brutal splashes.

Relationships
[Single, PM or hint in RP]
Zeta ; A mutated black she-cat with white eyes, elongated canines, and quills along her tail.
Family ; Infected, deceased.
Friends ; [OPEN]

Theme Song
Natural ; Imagine Dragons.

Other
Korean-American.
Fluent in English, Korean and Japanese.

Roleplay Sample
I think I'm good. If I'm not, I'll add something later.

Name
Clovia Panthera, can go by Clovia, Clover, Clov

Age
23

Gender
Female

Orientation
Straight

Physical Description
Clovia is a decent height and build, measuring around 5'7" and weighs a good 154 lbs. She packs a bit of muscle as she's used to handling heavy objects. Her skin is pale but slightly tanned. Her eyes are a crystal blue and are often described as piercing. Her hair is brown and goes down to about the bottom of her rib cage. Most of the time it will be tied up and tucked away. She has a few scars from her line of work. They're mainly around her arms, hands and sometimes her torso. Her hands are quite rough and calloused, being exposed to hard work over the years. She'll wear a normal shirt, as well as pants but she still wears boots. She has multiple piercings, one on her right eyebrow, one of the left side of her lip, one piercing in her left ear and two in the right. The eyebrow piercing is a simple silver stud, her lip is a metallic blue ring. The first two earrings are black squares and the second piercing on her right ear is a thick, black ring with Roman numerals in silver up to the number five.

Demeanour
Clovia was often silent, not too outgoing or extroverted and would often be seen by herself, reading a book or off in her own little world. Not much has changed since the virus hit, but she is now more nervous, alert and wary. She tries her best to keep fit and to get stronger to be ready for any conflict in the case of crossing paths with some plague doctors or other enemies. Clovia holds her friends and family dearly and will not hesitate to put herself at risk for the sake of their safety. She is quite curious, which sometimes leads to her ending up in places or situations that she shouldn't be in. Quick-witted and a critical thinker, she often makes up a plan in a time of need. Although sometimes she will stress or just not be able to come up with a plan, which leads to her stressing out even more, can lead to panic and eventually, a panic attack. She can be quite jumpy, and if scared enough, will use her power as an escape tactic.


Relationships
Clovia, unfortunately, lost her family to the virus and is unaware of the status of most of her friends.

Her best friend right now is a snake-like creature that has wings with hooks, and will often be seen hanging off the back of Clovia. Its' scales are black that shine a dark blue, and seems to be blind, relying on Clovia to see for it. The other senses are heightened and will be able to hear and smell things that Clovia doesn't, hissing if it feels like something is wrong. It has a set of razor-sharp teeth, and like a shark, can replace one if it falls out. There is no venom in any of the teeth, but it does hurt a lot when it bites. Once it has bitten something, it is very hard to get it off due to the creatures' stubborn nature. The diet of the creature consists mainly of meat but will eat the occasional insect or parasite. It seems to be able to go for a long time without clean water, but Clovia will give it a little bit of water every three days or so, as she doesn't know exactly how long it can go before dying.


Theme Song
My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark - Fall Out Boy


Other
Is quite scared of the plague doctors and dreads to meet one, especially the crow. She is fascinated however by the legend of the mysterious creature called the Reaper.

"Sugar, we're going down swinging."
Name
Adelaide Victoria Thompson; Addie

Age
18

Gender
Female

Orientation
Lesbian

Physical Description
Addie is no more intimidating in appearance than the cat draped across her shoulders. She's of short stature, only standing to 5'3 on a good day, with a round, childish face and gentle, cognac brown eyes. She's mostly leg, her torso being rather short, though this is hard to discern from beneath the baggy clothes she wears. Oversized cargo pants tied at the waist by a rope give her legs a shapeless appearance. The varsity jacket she wears over a sleeveless tee shirt falls over her hands, so only her fingers are visible when her arms hang at her sides. It also acts a reminder of her past, the patch on the back that of a fencing mask and two crossed weapons. Her wavy, mousey brown hair is usually tied back, though loose pieces tend to fall from her hair tie and frame her face. It's rare for her to wear it down, but on occasion, she will. The same goes for her jacket. She carries, in a plastic PVC pipe of a sheath, a sword, stolen when the world collapsed. The sheath is duck taped black so as to better blend in. It's thrust through one of her belt loops, and hangs down to her ankles. Despite her small appearance Addie has quite a bit of skill with the sword, she was the best on her team in high school.

Her arms, though the strongest part of her, don't carry much tone unless in use, at which point her ropy muscles become more pronounced. She is, however, deceptively strong and fast, especially with the weapon, if albeit clumsy in nonthreatening situations.

Demeanor
Despite her childish appearance, Addie is very mature. Perhaps it's because she was forced to grow up so quickly, or maybe because she'd witnessed horrors no child should. Regardless, she shouldered her burden with a grim determination, and that is what shows up most in her personality. She doesn't laugh or joke much, preferring seriousness and honesty over a stress relieving laugh. Despite her rather dry sense of humor, or lack thereof, Addie is a passionate, deep person, with the usual overflow of emotions of the average teenager. To hide this, she puts on a false facade, a devil-may-care attitude backed by the sword at her hip. Her age is a huge, imaginary, issue for her. She believes herself too young for others to take seriously, and she resents it.

The Addie you meet is very different from the Addie you come to know. Should she feel pressed by a stranger, she often lashes out, coming off as aloof and aggressive. But should one take the time to get to know her, she's a quiet, sweet kid, with a talent for drawing, though she hasn't used it since the world ended. Contrary to her quiet demeanor, she is quite eloquent, and deceptively wise beyond her years, should she choose to actually think. Her sexuality is a secret she keeps buried deep within. Though her parents accepted her when she came out, many didn't, and she lost the vast amount of her friends.

Relationships
Addie's main friend is a mottled calico cat by the name of Ody, short for Odyssey. He either drapes himself around her neck or trots beside her. Some days he goes missing, but he always manages to find her. Her family was wiped out by the virus, leaving her as the lone survivor.

Theme Song
Sail: Awolnation

Other
She tends to feign interest in men to conceal her sexuality

"I am not one of them."

Name
Enzae Virate Mercier
Zay, Vee

Age
18

Gender
Male

Orientation
Questioning

Physical Description
Enzae is surely something else. He isn't exactly short, but he definitely is compared to most other men of this time. He stands at no taller than five foot seven - and that's with his shoes on. Off, he's five six and a half at most. He makes up for this with his attitude, however. Enzae is small and lean, thrown together in a tight, whiplash-runner sort of way. His legs and arms are nicely toned, but you wouldn't see him winning any lifting competitions. His hair is a tousled mess of waves and curls, and its coloration varies between many shades of brown. Every now and then, there's a white-blonde streak cutting right through the strands where the sun has bleached it. His eyes, which never quite seem able to fixate on a single point, are the palest shade of grey imaginable, and framed with thick, dark lashes. His features are delicate and almost doll like, giving Enzae a prettier look to him than most boys usually possess. He's clearly of some European descent, though his skin is too naturally dark for him to not be a form of mixed.
Enzae's body is littered with scars and wounds. None seem to be self inflicted, thankfully, but it is clear he's gotten into a lot of trouble. His arms are covered in strange black sprawling. They seem to be tattoos, but they are carved into his skin, and the language is unidentifiable. The only eligible words are Lost. and Help us. He speaks not a word about these, nor does he pay them any attention. Every now and then, a new one will manifest. It seems to be linked something...
He wears a large, black hoodie, black jeans, black gloves, and a black half-mask that only leave his eyes revealed. Enzae has both his tongue and lip pierced, though neither are much more than tiny metal studs.

Demeanor
Defensive, sarcastic, and isolated. Enza is far from a kind and humorous person. He's extremely emotional, and often lets his feelings get the best of him. He's quite impulsive, but is strangely good at holding his tongue nevertheless. He acts out before he speaks, doing rash things that perhaps one with better control would think twice about. When he's not making snide comments, he's usually silent. Enzae has made it quite obvious that he does not want anything to do with anyone else. He does not want to team up. He does not want to make friends. He wants to be left alone, with no one other than Ombra for company. He's incredibly withdrawn and defensive to the point someone's presence alone can get him tense. If questioned about absolutely anything to do with himself, he will grow rude and snap harshly until the other backs off, or just go completely silent.

Relationships
As he himself states, Enzae has no family, nor friends. His sole companion is a mutated pygmy hawk, which is soot black in appearance and has beady, unsettling scarlet eyes. His arms are littered in open gashes from where it is constantly latching on his arm. He has dubbed this disturbing creature Ombre des Ténèbres, or Ombre for short.


Other
Enzae is prone to seizurish fits, and is known to vomit blood while using, or after using his ability. It seems to have a heavy impact on the man, and leaves him in a lot of pain.
He holds a lot of similarities to a certain group, with both his ability and his chosen companion. Many consider his presence a poor omen.

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Name
Matthew Knight
Likes to be called Atlas
Only known as Attie by his closest friend, Nikolas

Age
18

Gender
Male

Orientation
Questioning

Physical Description
Atlas's stature isn't all that grand, standing around 5'8", though he's expecting to grow at least a few more inches. Although he's lean, he definitely has muscle, partly acquired from spending long nights practicing karate at the dojo. Before the plague, Atlas would slick back his unkempt hair with gel. He liked appearing clean and upstanding. Now, in the wake of the apocalypse, Atlas's deep, chocolate brown hair takes on more of a spiked appearance. His pale complexion makes his dark hair stick out from the rest of his face. He has a broad nose, thick eyebrows, and a square face, his jawline being the most prominent feature. His eyes are considered hazel, but appear to be more brown than green.
Before the plague, Atlas had worn a black turtleneck, navy chino pants, black combat boots that have definitely seen better days, and a navy trench coat with black cuffs. Atlas hasn't had the chance to change since the plague, but he's itching to find cleaner clothes soon. He's quite particular with what he wears, as his go-to outfit is a turtleneck and trench coat.

Demeanor
Atlas has an upfront personality; he's daring, bold, and not afraid to fight those who stand in his way. He gets offended quite easily, as he's a very self-centered person. He believes every man and woman is out there for themselves, and that it's a kill or be killed world (especially now that it's an apocalyptic environment). Atlas is, and has always been, a lone wolf. He's never had many friends, as he prefers to keep to himself. Trust issues cause him to be wary of others and assume the worst in people. He also hates it when people assume what he can and can't do based on his age. He doen't like being treated like a child.
Despite all this, Atlas feels a certain responsibility to take care of others who are weaker than himself. He may not want to get very close, but he wants to be seen as a protector, or a hero. He may be standoffish, but once you're able to break through his iron wall, Atlas will slowly warm up to you. Depending on who you are, Atlas is very loyal. He will stick with you to the very end.

Relationships
Atlas had a close friend, Nikolas, back before the plague spread. They were inseparable since they were young. As Atlas got older, his feelings towards his best friend began to change. He wasn't sure what these feelings were, but he had a creeping suspicion. Before he could explore these emotions, the apocalypse hit, and he lost Nikolas forever.

Theme Song
Lemon Boy - https://youtu.be/5NzSpAJeKIg

Other
None at the moment.

Example
I think I'm good for this? If not, just let me know!

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Name
Victoria King
Goes by Tori

Age
32

Gender
Female

Orientation
Bisexual

Physical Description
Tori stands at 5'9" and has a slim build. Although she might not have much muscle, she makes up for it in personality. Her short, once natural blonde, now bleached hair swoops over in the front, leaving the rest to hang listlessly. Her eyes are a cold, stormy gray; much like her personality. Her face is very angular, with high cheekbones and a sharp jawline. She appears to be quite bony, whether that be from malnutrition, or other causes. Tori always likes to dress in style, even if it's the apocalypse. No matter what she dons, expect it to be classy.

Demeanor
Much like Atlas, Tori has a punch now, talk later kind of personality. Unlike Atlas though, she's more calculating and thoughtful. If she thinks she won't be able to win a fight, she won't start one. Due to past experiences, Tori is able to take control of a situation with ease. She can be quite manipulative when she wants to be. Because of her desire to control and be the one on top, Tori is very interested in The Crow. Taking him out would be much too risky, but she always keeps the thought in the back of her mind. For now, Tori is constantly keeping an eye out for the Plague Doctor leader. Tori hates secrets, and has a festering desire to know what exactly the Plague Doctors do to their victims. She can be quite pesky when she wants to piss off the right people. Drawing attention to herself is her specialty.

Relationships
OPEN

Theme Song
Everybody Wants to Rule the World - https://youtu.be/Hne-eJOeZzA

Other
None at the moment.

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Name
Elijah Edwards

Age
25

Gender
Male

Orientation
Biromantic Asexual

Physical Description
Elijah stands at 6 foot and has a lanky build. He appears to be a bit awkward with his stature, as if his long legs weren't actually meant to be his. He has little to no muscle, making him appear to be an easy target. He is most definitely a neat freak, and always makes sure his chestnut brown hair is combed down in one way or another. His eyes are a kind, warm brown, matching his warm personality. Elijah has a diamond shaped face, with noticeable cheekbones and chin cleft. Elijah's square glasses gives him a dorky appearance, paired with his plaid flannel shirt and brown dress pants and shoes.

Demeanor
Elijah gives off a rather friendly aura. Although he may be a bit off putting due to his overly-positive attitude (considering the apocalypse and all), all he wants is someone he can rely on. He never had many friends before the plague, as many found him odd. He feels that ever since the plague began, it could be a new beginning for him too. Although he sees the good in everyone, even he is terrified of the Plague Doctors that roam the land (and rightfully so). He likes to see himself as a meticulous person, but he was known to be a clutz by his coworkers back before the plague. In certain situations, his clumsiness could get him killed, along with anyone else who is with him.

Relationships
OPEN

Theme Song
None at the moment

Other
Elijah has an undead pet rat named Tod

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Name
Suren Forsberg

Age
19

Gender
Female

Orientation
Yes

Physical Description
An easy description of Suren is pixie-like. She has the build of an acrobat, small (5') and lean, with toned muscle. Wavy, messy platinum hair is usually braided into two lose strands down her back, and her eyes flash a startling gray blue. A small splatter of freckles runs across her pale cheeks and nose. She wears comfortably clothing, dark and layered, a scarf looped around her neck to protect her face or tied around her waist as a second belt, and well worn boots on her feet.
Suren carries herself easily, even with the heavy bag slung over her back. Her mouth perpetually tilts upwards, giving her a slightly whimsical, if dreamy expression half the time. It gives her an oddly innocent look in such a desolate wasteland. She carries a knife on her waist, but it seems more for practical day to day use than for causing harm.
She often looks as if shes listening to something only she can hear, and is often talking to herself even in the presence of others.

Demeanor
Suren is a relatively laid back girl it seems, traveling the wastes on her own, making friends when she can, though never staying any one place for long. She seems to be looking for something, but never mentions what. While she knows better than to trust strangers blindly, she likes to assume the best of her fellow survivors. It seems perhaps odd that such a relaxed person has managed to survive for so long, but if questioned Suren would just shrug and call it luck. She isn't one to leave someone in need behind, and seems to ride the pacifist line and would rather talk than fight when in a conflict.
for some reason, she almost never talks about anything before the plague, and even seems to not focus on anything that hasn't happened within a day or so, seeming to prefer to look forward instead of back.

Relationships
None/Open.

Theme Song
None yet.

Other
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Name
Echo Wilders

Age
18

Gender
Gender fluid
Echo switches at random, and tends to be female more often, but it's practically impossible to tell what their real gender is.

Orientation
Pansexual

Physical Description
Echo is exactly 5"8 with a weight of about 120lb. They have shortly chopped silver dyed hair, and eyes that appear to be of almost a reddish color. Echo has a body stature somewhere between a male and female. They seem a bit more muscular fan your average woman, but just the slightest bit curvier than a male is perceived to be. They are also flat-chested, which makes life a lot more easier for them. They have strong thighs, making them especially good at doing parkour, running fast, and jumping high.
Echo wears a white shirt with a black leather jacket and black ripped jeans along with a pair of black and white Converse. When they don't lose it, they also sport a black beanie. Echo has three silver earrings on their left ear, and a strange necklace with a little capsule hanging on it.

Demeanor
Echo tends to be quiet and thoughtful person at some points, or rash and bold as others. Echo is kind and friendly, but they tend to speak their mind, and and can often be brutally honest. Echo is an open-minded person, and they fight for what they believe. They may be quiet and friendly at first, but once you get to know them, they open up and show their vulnerable side. Echo has a knack for giving sarcastic comebacks, and can often sound rude to others who aren't close to them and familiar with how they act. Echo is playful and mostly calm, but they aren't afraid to shed blood when it comes to the safety of those they care for. Echo tends to overestimate themself and pretend that they have no weaknesses. But even the most hard headed people have their breaking points. Echo has a pessimistic side that they rarely show, but they always spouts out encouragement and try their best to fill others with hope.

Relationships
Echo has a fox companion named Kai. He usually walks beside her or rides on her shoulders. He can be quite vocal, but he's always quiet when he senses something is off. Due to being captured and tested on by scientists, he has elongated canines and practically impenetrable skin. It's hard to tell, but one could think that he can understand the human language.

Echo is open for friendships

Theme Song
Bebe Rexha - I'm A Mess
Don't Dream It's Over - Miley Cyrus feat. Ariana Grande

Other
Echo is good reading people by their body language and expressions. She can also understand an animal's body language.

"Do not tell me all is fine;
When I lose my head, I lose my spine."

Name
Oliver Waterworth

Age
31 years old

Gender
Male

Orientation
Homoromantic Asexual

Physical Description
Oliver's hair is curly, dark brown, and completely unmanageable. He used to keep it short so that it was out of his way when he worked, but since The Plague happened he's given up on taking care of it; now it has become much more overgrown and is constantly hanging in his face. His eyes are dark brown and soft yet expressive, always giving away his thoughts even if nothing else will. Perhaps not glaringly obvious at first glance, Oliver is ethnically Jewish, although he has never been particularly involved with the religion itself. He may be considered conventionally attractive to some, but any questions of appeal tend to fade the moment he opens his mouth to ramble on about how much he wishes he could meet The Crow in person and have an educated conversation with him.

In terms of build, Oliver is rather tall, standing at 6'1 and weighing slightly less than two hundred pounds. He lacks any serious muscle, but he isn't just skin and bones either - he's got a bit of lean bulk on him due to the heavy lifting he's had to do during experiments involving large objects. That being said, he has never worked out a single day of his life and a strong slap would probably kill him. Contrary to what some may assume, Oliver isn’t a clumsy person by any definition. He is incredibly sure-footed and has excellent hand-eye coordination, and the stereotype that awkward scientists are also clumsy has always baffled him. If he had a tendency to knock everything over, why on earth would he ever be trusted in a lab with dangerous chemicals and equipment?

Demeanor
Oliver is an undeniable genius. He's a scientist through and through, and pretty much fits the stereotypes that adhere to his career. He's somewhat antisocial, and exceptionally awkward around others. He gets nervous in social situations and can constantly be found drumming his fingers or trying to fiddle with glasses he no longer has (he wore glasses for most of his life before his abilities developed and he no longer needed them, but old habits die hard). However, he's also extremely curious and will study someone up and down and sometimes come off as rude and invasive without even realizing it due to his poor social skills and inability to read people. Whether charming or pitiful, Oliver is very easily fascinated by ordinary, insignificant things such as literal dust. He can entertain himself for hours just by admiring his surroundings, and he has a keen eye for minor details most people couldn't care less about. It's all part of being a scientist, really.

Despite how much he may protest, Oliver is a natural-born leader. He automatically steps up to take charge if necessary, and he knows how to command attention and give orders that people want to follow. He tends to surprise others with how easily he manages to take control, as most seem to think that he's just a sweet guy that wouldn't dare stand up for himself and tell others what to do. That, of course, is not the case. It isn't often that he steps into a position of leadership, much preferring to do his own thing while the people around him decide on orders, and he isn't a fan of being told how to do his job (in his defense, he's one of the best in his field, having been recognized internationally for his scientific achievements). Survival isn't really his thing, and his self-preservation instincts are severely lacking (as is his common sense, because despite being world renowned for being one of the brightest minds of his generation, he is painfully ignorant), but he's come to the conclusion that his odds of survival would be much greater with a group and is determined to make it work as best he can.

Relationships
Open.

Theme Song
Hopeless Wanderer by Mumford & Sons

Other
he’s way too excited about the effects of the contamination to be healthy and will probably end up getting abducted the first plague doctor he encounters because he wont stop fanboying and asking them science-y questions

he has an unhealthy obsession with the crow in particular and dreams of meeting him in person despite the fact that there's a 110% he would be immediately abducted

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"If I just lay here,
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?"

Name
Thiago da Silva
pronounced tee-ah-go

Age
28 years old

Gender
Non-binary
he/him pronouns

Orientation
Pansexual

Physical Description
Thiago is about as inconspicuous as a spotlight at midnight - his lean 5’11 stature is perhaps the only aspect of his appearance that doesn't immediately draw all eyes to him. His medium-length afro is dark green, almost resembling hair dyed using permanent jello that can never be outgrown or washed out. His eyes are the same unnatural green in color, a strange contrast to his dark bronze skin. He is ethnically Brazilian, but he grew up speaking English and as a result knows very little Portuguese beyond basic greetings and phrases.

As though all of the obnoxious green wasn’t already blatant enough, vines grow from the veins in Thiago's wrists, curling around his arms and serving only to leech off of their host and expose his abilities like unwanted pests. To a curious mind they might be fascinating, but Thiago would happily cut them out if he knew how to do so without also killing himself in the process.

Demeanor
Before the apocalypse, Thiago was always known for having the biggest heart around. He was everyone's metaphorical big brother, and he made friends with everyone he met. He wore his heart on his sleeve and put it on display for all to see, able to break through even the toughest of façades to reach the damaged human beneath. Had he not become a visual artist, he certainly would have made an excellent psychologist - or elementary school teacher. His boyfriend was always his greatest supporter in pursuing his passion for the fine arts, and while Thiago was busy taking care of everyone else, Ignatius was always there to take care of him in return. Creativity, optimism, and kindness were his three defining traits, and he left an unforgettable impression with everyone he met.

Then the world went to shit and Thiago lost everything, including himself. He had to watch as his boyfriend fell victim to the first wave of disease, had to watch as the love of his life struggled and fought and withered away until the plague finally let him die three months after he contracted it. When he began to show signs of change, his body's way of adapting to the cruel and relentless new earth, he tried to stop it. While before the plague he would have eagerly welcomed his newfound abilities, excited to explore their limits and uses, now he despised them, for it wasn’t fair that he should be able to adapt easily to the new world while his boyfriend perished. He became pessimistic and withdrawn, not necessarily rude or cruel but no longer the open book with a heart big enough to accommodate the entire world that he once was. He lost all passion he once held for art, leaving all of his sketchbooks and brushes behind when he left the only home he had ever known to escape his own conflicted mind.

Relationships
Ignatius Romanov - boyfriend, deceased
Open.

Theme Song
Chasing Cars by Sleeping At Last

Other
yknow about halfway through writing his personality i realized hes basically just lucio from overwatch but with visual art instead of music but i love him too much to go back now so hopefully blizzard doesnt sue me lmao

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"Fire, it burned my skin,
But I still want to play with it."

Name
John Peterson
strictly goes by Jack

Age
17 years old

Gender
Male

Orientation
Homosexual

Physical Description
Jack has strawberry blonde, shaggy hair that always gets into his eyes and that he constantly threatens to cut but never follows through. His eyes are a bright, far-too-innocent blue, giving him a distinct appearance (and if the distinction is that his harmless appearance is a stark contrast to his definitely-not-innocent personality, well, who is he to judge?). Pale freckles dot his face, most notably on his nose and cheekbones, but he despises them for “making me way too obvious of a target” (what he actually means by this is anyone's guess, and no one has dared to ask).

As far as body frame goes, Jack is a bit on the small side. He stands at a mere 5'6 and weighs about a hundred and ten pounds, and while he claims his lithe size is his body's way of adapting to being an excellent thief, it's really just the result of never quite getting the right vitamins and nutrients throughout his childhood. Due to his age, his metabolism is also quite fast, which really hinders his ability to survive on his own when he's constantly hungry. It's a wonder how he's lasted this long after the apocalypse, for more reasons than one. Numerous silver scars are scattered across his skin, not quite noticeable at first but impossible to miss once you know they're there. Most are the result of small wounds from street fights (more like street attacks, really, since Jack had never exactly been known for his fighting prowess), but his wrists show proof of self-inflicted cuts, although none fresher than from a couple years ago. His most obvious scar, however, is a jagged knife wound on his back that starts at the base of his neck and ends near the base of his spine, mangled and uneven in a way that suggests he was never treated by a doctor for his injuries. He refuses to remove his shirt in front of others out of fear of them noticing his rather impossible-to-miss scar, and he refuses to talk about it or explain what happened.

Demeanor
Jack is the embodiment of a Gen Z nihilist - he’s just here for the show, and his self-preservation instincts are practically non-existent. Really, he shouldn't even be alive. He's had so many near-death experiences that they no longer faze him, and as a result he willingly throws himself into trouble without hesitation because “life is meaningless and nothing matters, yeet!” Despite lacking in basic survival instincts, he has all the signs of someone that grew up on the streets and never had a family or a home - from near-crippling trust issues to an uncontrollable tendency to hoard any and all food and practically inhale anything he eats before anyone has a chance to take it away. Beneath all the poorly timed Vine references and self-deprecating jokes is a broken kid that would give anything for a sense of security, even if he isn't quite consciously aware of it yet - but that doesn’t mean he won’t fight tooth and nail with his snark and venomous sarcasm the moment someone attempts to bond with him.

Perhaps his greatest downfall, however, is his constant desire for attention. Sure, most people like having the spotlight on them occasionally, but most wouldn't go to the extent that Jack does. If he feels too left out or unwanted, he will intentionally hurt himself just so that someone else has to take care of him and shower him with attention and hopefully affection. His desire for attention is a dangerous thing, as to outright ignore him would practically be a death sentence, but feeding into his self-harming habits only further encourages it. His mannerisms towards attention stem from his lack of basic care as a child, and it's painfully obvious to those that know what to look for, but it certainly doesn't excuse his behavior. It also doesn’t excuse his questionable kleptomania or the fact that he may or may not be a pathological liar, but like with everything else in life, he doesn’t really care.

Relationships
Open, but don’t expect him to be easy to form any sort of bond with. He's much more of a “don't try and talk to me unless I come to you first” type of character.

Theme Song
Baby Boy by Mother Mother

Other
hes definitely going to end up abducted by the plague doctors or eaten by a 500-pound carnivorous hamster out of his own stupidity

also hes really good at mimicking voices, but only immediately after hearing the voice (unless he knows the other person really well) and he isnt the best at deeper voices but dammit if he won't try

me: "jack is the prime example of an unsurgible tumor" tate: "You should have put that in his bio"

tate made me write this for my rp example

Name
Marcus de Brodeur


Age
31


Gender
Male


Orientation
Panromantic Homosexual


Physical Description
Marcus bears a lean build at 6"2', not so well built as one would expect from someone who has to fend for their life, but certainly limber enough to make up for what he lacks in strength. Pale skin contrasts with raven black hair, paired with dark blue-grey eyes. His hair falls to just above his waist, straight and parted to the right- most times he tames it by pulling it back in some form of ponytail or bun. Marcus has a more oval shaped face with some fairly defined features, but certainly none too sharp, bearing a medium size nose that's slightly upturned. He tries to stay clean shaven, but it's not always easy to take care of hygiene when you feel the urge to watch your back nearly constantly. Very faint crows feet can be seen at the sides of his downturned eyes, paired by slightly more apparent frown lines between his brows.


Demeanor
Often coming across as rude and distant, Marcus has a pessimistic and cynical nature, having only been further jaded by an apocalypse. Although not violent, his temper tends to get the better of him when he’s under stress, causing him to be waspish around strangers and acquaintances alike. He doesn’t often open up and show a bit of a softer character until he knows he can invest his trust in others, which wasn’t an easy task even before things became so brutal. Despite being seemingly detached, Marcus isn’t completely unsympathetic and won’t hesitate (that much) to help another survivor if their chances of survival seem a little more slim- especially if there are plague doctors about.


Relationships
• No notable current relationships [Open]


Theme Song
[TBD]


Other
Marcus speaks French and English fluently.

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Name
Niles Quinton

Age
28

Gender
Male

Orientation
Demiromantic/sexual

Physical Description
Rather effeminate in appearance, he’s often mistaken as a female by strangers at a glance. With straight, shoulder length strawberry blonde hair, bangs settling right above rounded green eyes, it may be easier than one would think. He has a thin frame, lacking much muscle at all- although he does look awfully healthy fo the considerable lack of substance left in the world. His heart shaped face has a few small moles- one right above his lips, another at his temple, and one near his ear. Most of them are covered by his hair unless he has it tied up- this often comes about when he’s looking for resources or trying to escape something. He has faint smile lines and worry wrinkles between his brow, seemingly formed from years of anxiety. He’s also on the shorter side at 5’5”. He’s been told it’s strange looking up at him, though, so he’s a little self conscious about it; like pretty much the rest of him. Possessing a skin tone on the darker side of fair, any freckles or dark marking are stark against his skin. He tries to avoid slouching even in private, as many years of having to maintain a perfect posture were engrained into him. He prefers to wear a suit of some kind, though definitely on the side of casual- button up blazer, button up shirt, khakis, tie, and leather shoes made up a good portion of his closet. However, due to his lack of having much storage space anymore, he's resorted to two simple outfits; a grey button up with black slacks and a white tee and hiking pants, both having worn combat boots as the only shoes. He doesn’t like facial hair that much, so he’s sure to shave regularly if at all possible. The only thing to never come off, save for when he needs skin to skin contact with his entire hands, are his leather gloves. Beneath his gloves lie keloid scars on his knuckles, though the size has been reduced greatly through his own efforts.

Demeanor
Curious and inquisitive, Niles has always had an interest in helping others and science; particularly medical sciences. He’s rather compassionate and caring but has learned that these traits make him an easy target, causing him to attempt to conceal them- though he's fairly certain they leak out when the subject of taking lives comes up. He’s hard working, although he has a shorter limit of stamina than he would like. He tries to be optimistic and upbeat about the situation, but he feels helpless and rather useless deep down. On top of his feelings of inadequacy, Niles has quite the case of insecurity that he attempts to hide and tries hard to earn the approval of others to make up for it. Despite having a more tender character, Niles has proven to himself that he when he has his mind set on something, he's bound to see it through to the end- no matter what the task he's focused on is.

Relationships
• N/A [Open]

Theme Song
[TBD]

Other
Niles has insomnia

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Name:

Felix Edwin Kepler
Seldom shares his middle name with others

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Age:
25

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Gender:
Male

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Orientation:
Pansexual

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Physical Description:

"See this bowling shirt? I just saw it in a store window and the colours actually gave me a headache...So, naturally, I took it. "

Standing at around 5"11 and almost worryingly lean, his past habits and the life he led prior to the apocalypse is almost personified in how he presents himself. Inclined to dress in mismatched and the most outrageous things he can find, his jumbled sense of 'fashion' and 'style' seem to reflect his often confused and oblivious state of mind, his clothing of choice is often extreme. Whether dark, blunt and dull or painfully bright, there seems little balance between the two spectrums. Though his bizarre mannerisms may suggest a former involvement with alcohol and other addictions, Felix has never been cleaner, circumstances considered. In spite of being 'incredibly stylish' by his own account, his infamously curly hair remains effortlessly untouched.

Currently, he seems to appreciate darker tones, particularly favouring a black faux fur jacket, some jeans and a tight-fitting shirt. Pale-skinned with dark eyes, his wild appearance seems to embody what would come to mind when faced with the word 'hangover', and thus, he is perhaps summarised by one word. Messy.

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Demeanour:

Erratic, volatile and occasionally irrational, it appears the only thing the virus and consequential apocalypse effected was his sanity. Or perhaps, in light of his overall nature and former habits, he had always been unstable. Though overall entirely harmless, it's not entirely surprising that others may be wary or intimidated by Felix's unpredictable behaviour. Not that he can be blamed, mind you, as far as he's concerned? He's the only survivor. Often found wandering abandoned malls - even managing to have befriended intact mannequins despite being fully aware of their inanimate status - or sleeping rough in some dumpster, Felix is not often or entirely unpleasant to be around.

Charismatic and notably recognised for having a sailor's mouth, he's capable of being rather sweet. While his lack of social interactions with others over the past ten months has left him with a poor concept of sensitivity and boundaries in regards to serious topics, it appears he never intends to push things too far. Or act his age, for that matter. Childish and seemingly untouched by the full impact of the apocalypse, or more so the danger that lurks, he can be irritatingly optimistic, inclined to often make light of serious or poor situations, even more so at the expense of others.

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Relationships:

Darcy & Klaus (Mannequins - Friends)
Otherwise? Open. PM to plot.

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Theme Song:
Love Today - Mika ((A serious BOP. Sums up Felix pree well))

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Other:

Of German-American descent, though lacks an accent outside of trying to speak German, and cannot speak such fluently. As a matter of fact? Seldom at all. A few words here and there, most likely often wrong. Bc he's useless.

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