Name:
Killian [Ian] Erickson

Gender & Orientation:
Male & Bisexual

Age:
22 Years

Human Appearance:

Image Credits
Killian is approximately 5' 11" with an estimated weight of 132lbs. His mass is a combination of lithe muscle and acrobatic limbs. His hair is a dark blonde, often described as, "dirty blonde." He can rarely tame his wild locks and they are usually spiked up in all directions. Killian's eyes are an oceanic green-blue that hover on the darker hue of the color spectrum.

Personality:
Killian is nothing if not a planner. His actions are always carefully planned to avoid failure, though it’s not always inevitable. He goes to an extreme extent to gather all the available information as the one thing he despises in life is rash decisions. Killian is the kind of guy to sit back and watch a scenario unfold for a few moments before leaping into action. Yet, he also has an unexplainable and unwavering sense of loyalty embedded in his bones. The few times that he does neglect to consider consequences is when he is protecting the individuals that are close to him. At these moments he rushes into situations with guns blazing (figuratively). It doesn’t always work out in Killian’s favor, seeing as he’s not the most talented fighter, but it’s the sentiment that counts. The adrenaline pumping through his veins has gotten him out of these situation in the past, and he relies on it to do so in the present. He tends to present an unemotional facade to strangers, but is quick to crack if he senses no threat from them. He's fairly wary about the mission at hand, but with good reason.

Weapons:
Knives- Killian has a variety of knives stashed around his person. Two are found on his belt, visible to everyone, but also sheathed. One smaller knife is hidden within his left boot, it's more of a shard of metal than an actual knife, but it's sharp, so he calls it a knife.

Occupation (Before):
College student, studying Criminal Justice. The dead rose during his last year at university and he never actually graduated, or got his degree. His only previous part-time jobs before were as a Cashier at a retail store and a Volunteer for his local animal shelter.

Desired Rank:
Second, if not then Scavenger.

Other/ Approved Pet:
Peach Fronted Conure- Killian has a female Peach Fronted Conure, named Harvey, who is approximately 4 years old. Her feathers are a deep green along her spine, fading into a more gentle teal green along her stomach. The tips of her wings and tail are a deep blue shade. Her forehead has a bright splash of orange, a common marking for her species. Harvey can occasionally carry messages and light objects to and from other members of the surviving group. She has no speaking aility but can repeat simple chirps and tunes. (No picture because my bird hates the flash from my phone's camera, lol.)

Name
Reaves Pfenning (Ree-v-s Fen-Ing)

Gender/Sexuality
Female, Lesbian

Age
19

Appearance
Reaves Is A 5'6" Fair Skinned Girl, Often She Throws Her Choppy, Black Shoulder Length Hair Into A Horrible Bun On Top Of Her Hair. Long Strands Fall From The Bun And Rest At The Corner Of Her Face. Tired Green Eyes Sit Behind Large Circular Rimmed Glasses. A Worn Yellow Cardigan Adorns Her Upper Body With A Scrappy Black Camisole Underneath. Dark, High-waisted, Boyfriend Jeans Cling To Her Soft Hips, While Dirt Dirt Stained Combat Boots Clunk Every Time She Walks. A Dirty Green Messenger Bag Hangs Across Her Chest.

Personality/Background
She Was Born Into A Lower Class Family In England. She Spent Her Child Hood At Shooting Ranges Instead Of Barbie Camp. When She Got Older She Started Exploring, One Day She Saw A Beautiful Flower And Thought To Bring It To Her Mother. She Dug It Up Bulb And All. Slowly Walking Back To Her Small Little Cottage She Thought Only Of The Praise From Her Mother. After Reviving The Plant, The Mother Was Quite Proud Of Her Forager Daughter, Explaining That What She Found Was A Ramson. After Which She Took A Large Bite Out Of The Bulb. An Hour Later Her Mother Was Convulsing On The Floor Due To Arsenic Poisoning. What Reaves Had Given her Mother Was A Autumn Crocus, A Poisonous Flower Indigenous To The British Isle, Which People Often Mistake For Ramsons. After That Day She Studied Plants To Make Sure She'd Never Make A Terrible Mistake Like That Again.

A Traumatizing Event In Her Childhood Caused Reaves To Become Rather Reserved, She Never Spoke Much To Anyone. Her Studies Became Her Life And She Became A Certified Botanist At The Age Of 18. She Is Untrusting And Not Afraid To Show People Up.

Weapons
Ranged - Custom Made Desert Eagle .50 Cal Ammunition.

Melee - Custom Butterfly Knife

Occupation (Before)
Botanist - an expert in or student of the scientific study of plants.

Desired Rank
Uh, Doctor's Intern, If Not Then Scavenger (She'd Be Great For Both)

Other
~ACCEPTED!~
Reaves Acquired A Ferret When She Became A Botanist, She Has Hence Forth Trained That Ferret To Sniff Out Poisonous Plants, Dig Up Hidden Bulbs, And Help Scavenge Certain Types Of Plants. Because Of The Chemical Make-up Of A Ferrets Genetics They Can Be Immune To Most Types Of Poisons. Often You Can Find Him On Her Shoulder Or Lounging In Her Messenger Bag.