Characters

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Gender:
Race:
Age:
Appearance:
Abilities:
Weapons and Equipment:
Personality:
Background:

Name: Celia

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Age: 14

Appearance:
Fairly ramshackle clothes consisting of a singlet, an overly baggy ACDC shirt that seems to have previously belonged to an overweight man and plaid business pants rolled to just above her shins. She has long hair that perhaps would be a darker blonde if not for how filthy it is in which she wears loose with some messy braids throughout.
At one point Celia found a box of facepaint so now often has facepaint squiggles on her arms and face.
She wears no shoes, has blue eyes and a gap tooth smile. She has a very boyish figure and if not for the hair would often be mistaken for the less fair sex.

Abilities:
Able to talk for hours about nothing.
Can whistle through her teeth.
Recite words and their meanings from memory.
Pretty bad at playing her homemade recorder.
Basic survival skills, eg. Fire making, trap setting and skinning, as well as a few other small handy skills.
She can read.

Weapons and equipment:
Oxford Dictionary 2012 edition.
Nicholas the Goat
A hollow plastic pipe about 20cm in length with one end sharpened to a point, crudely made into a recorder
A large point and click lighter with fuel refills
Large metal pipe with cloth grips
Two medium sized blue plastic bins attached to carry straps that she keeps strapped to Nicholas
Basic survival gear: Canned goods, sleeping bag, crudely made flashbangs for quick escape in dangerous situations and overly large sunglasses.


Personality:
Quick to talk to anyone and share any information, not so quick to share her things.
Always refers to herself in the royal 'we' and always upbeat and optimistic.
Very competent when dealing with the strange and odd world as it is normal for her as she was born into it.

Background:
Born into a 'cult', Mother was kidnapped and knocked up, unable to determine who the father was, she married all three men.
Father one was big, gruff and never said much.
Father two tried to touch Celia in a bad way so father one promptly killed him.
Father three, or Jim as he's commonly referred, was as average as you could get, he wears plaid button downs and has a bad comb over.
Mother was content with her life.
Celia has two Grandmothers.
Grandma one was from before the end and would often tell Celia stories of Civilization and teach her as much as she was able.
Grandma Nan on the other hand was a crazy bitch who called Celia a devil child and eventually turned her cult against her, causing Celia to be removed from her home and left to die.
Celia didn't die though, Grandma one was kind enough to come after her and gift upon her Nicholas the goat, her knife and a can of beans.
Celia sometimes misses her family, but Nicholas and her Dictionary keep her happy.

Name: Sam

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Age: 27

Appearance:
Light coloured skin on the unhealthy side of pale. Hazel eyes and unruly light brown hair that he keeps cut around his face, the longest parts reaching his cheekbones. Sam is tall and slender, has bruise-like shadows underneath his eyes and always looks tired. He wears black trousers – very worn – what was once a crisp white business shirt, a worse-for-wear jacket and completely battered black dress shoes (which, along with the semi-formal wear, are something he adamantly refuses to give up).

Abilities:
Sam is an extremely capable medical practitioner (with both old-world medical practices and emergency (contemporary) methods for when he lacks the proper materials. He is accomplished in making horrific tasting canned foods less inedible, preserving perishable foods, sewing, making soap and candles from tallow, and scavenging. He is the only person who can see, hear or interact in any way with Jacinda.

Weapons and Equipment:
-Coal darkened rucksack, for the sake of easy hiding
-Medicine kit (in a brown satchel he always carries, separate to his main backpack)
-Sewing kit
-Bag of rock salt
-Small assortment of tools for crafting
-Steel filleting knife
-Half a pack of matches
-Water purifying pills
-Camel Back water bag

Personality:
Sam is cautious and practical, and values security, safety and intellectual prowess above all, refusing to engage in physical violence unless absolutely necessary – preferring to avoid conflict altogether. Although he is extremely wary of others, he will go out of his way to help anyone who asks for or seems to need it, no matter the cost to himself or his own agendas. Samuel appears outwardly calm and open, but he is anything but; suffering anxiety and depression. He is aware that he has developed some form of psychosis, and that Jacinda is not in fact real (but he’s been wandering alone for so long that he isn’t convinced it’s all that bad). He is also completely incapable for some inexplicable reason of explaining the Jacinda situation to anyone.

Background:
Sam was raised in a small secluded compound of highly intellectual survivors (with access to an old and mostly not completely destroyed university library), and was trained to support them as a medic with Old World techniques. A violent encounter with another community member during what was meant to be a complete lockdown in recent months caused enough commotion to get the attention of a passing savage tribe. The community came under attack, was decimated, and Sam escaped. He has since been searching out at rumoured compound in the East where the Scientists are working on recreating once-vital technology.

Name: Jacinda

Gender: Female

Race: Human (Figment of Sam's psychosis)

Age: 22

Appearance:
Jacinda is tall, standing at about 5'8", tan and slim, but is still very fit despite the low availability of food products - which she of course does not need. She has long, dead straight black hair which is bound into a side-braid to keep it out of the way, and she wears camo-cargo pants, a black tank top and Nike runners, sometimes appearing with a jacket depending on the temperature. She has a fairly constant countenance of morbid amusement, which Sam is putting down to a somewhat warranted existential crisis.

Abilities:
Cynicism and a wealth of snark are her main claim to any sort of ability, as her interactions with her surroundings are alarmingly limited. She knows far more about cooking than Sam does, but won't ever share anything even when she feels the need to comment with distaste on something he's doing. She also has the 'ability' of vanishing and reappearing randomly without any warning whatsoever, and of course, cannot be seen or heard by, or interact with, anyone but Sam. She also has extensive cartographic and geographic knowledge, neither of which she will share.

Weapons and Equipment:
-Puzzle box sliding square game
-Ballpoint pen, with click ink detractor
-Over-the-ear headphones, which are not plugged into anything, but that she wears when ignoring Sam
-A 'sometimes' coat

Personality:
Jacinda somehow manages to move quickly between utterly cynical and calmly optimistic with the slightest provocation. She's fairly easy going, unless Sam is pressing for help, but is also prone to 'moods'. Her temperaments and actions are somewhat influenced by Sam's own. She has a very strong distrust of other people, and won't hesitate to try and dissuade Sam from helping or talking to anyone that isn't her; failure to convince him will always lead to a sour mood.

Background:
Jacinda first started appearing about one year ago (during a period of Sam's worst ever mental health), and as Sam has made only minimal attempts to deal with the situation in the ways that medical theory would suggest he do, she is showing no signs of going away. She claims to have been a florist but frankly, that just makes no sense.

Name: Marc

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Age: 32

Appearance:
Marc is muscular, tall and often imposing in the way he takes up space. He has blue eyes, lightly tanned skin and dark brown hair, usually kept cut short, but that is right now just reaching his cheekbones at its longest - he also keeps his face mostly clean-shaven but is sporting a few days growth. He wears a pair of scavenged jeans, a pair of combat boots and a filthy white shirt, over which he has a jacket with leather reinforcement in the shoulders - recently acquired from a less fortunate encampment he and Melony came across. He would be attractive if it wasn't for his nose - which has obviously been broken more than once - and a jagged scar along his right cheek.

Abilities:
Very capable with most weaponry, and when there is nothing around, highly skilled with hand-to-hand combat. Marc is also a good tracker and hunter, and knows how to preserve food. He is well versed in survival skills and has an above average knowledge of first aid.

Weapons and Equipment:
-First aid kit
-Two hunting knives and a hand-made dagger
-Flint and tinder set
-Shoulder bag, advertising the Coca-Cola brand
-A small assortment of jars containing preserved food (meat and otherwise)
-A canteen of water

Personality:
Marc is a strong believer of the 'shoot first, ask later' philosophy, and he won't hesitate to attack first when confronted with a stranger, no matter how threatening they might be. This said, he does have some remaining morals regarding women and children, and he won't ever steal supplies from someone if he has decided to not attack them unless the situation is desperate. He is violent, mistrustful of others and the security of the world around him. He had a strong belief in trying to rebuild society as the way it is said to have been, and will risk himself for anything that might see that done or in any way progress that cause.

Background:
Marc used to travel with a wandering group who found him as a child, and was there trained as a hunter - learning how to track, kill, and preserve food, along with actually fighting other people - but he defected the moment this group turned to cannibalism as a means to survive. He came across a small band of travelers who called themselves 'Scientists,' and dedicated himself to keeping them safe as they tried to piece together ways to once again start using electricity and other now abandoned, decimated technology. They were attacked and were scattered, and Marc is now protecting Melony as they search for the others.

Name: Melony

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Age: 28

Appearance:
Melony is thin and not physically strong, with long wavy brown hair that's in desperate need of a wash, and rather petite features, but is always holding herself with confidence and the quiet assurance of someone who knows their abilities and purpose, often looking entirely disinterested in the people around her. She wears a slightly tattered black winter dress and a pair of cotton pants, a knee-high pair of flat-bottomed boots that have nearly worn thin at the soles, and a barely still threaded cardigan that probably used to be red and now looks maroon.

Abilities:
Having been raised in a moderately safe pseudo-community, Melony is unused to violent situations, but she has a brilliant mind, and has retained a vast amount of the knowledge passed along through the above two generations. She has a strong understanding of survival skills, a very basic knowledge of first aid and hunting/gathering, but knows a remarkable amount of the theory behind a few different areas of science and engineering.

Weapons and Equipment:
-A steadily growing collection of resistors, capacitors, transistors, optic fibers and other such equipment that might prove useful later
-A slightly bent steak knife
-The makings of a Molotov cocktail (and alcohol is hard to come by, so she doesn't want to use it)
-A solar powered generator, about the size of a backpack in of itself
-Small backpack containing a parka for cold weather
-A zippo lighter with full fuel
-A broken radio that she's trying to repair out of some obsessive desperation

Personality:
Although she often comes off as callous and uncaring, Melony is driven solely by the potential her abilities could have on the world around them and is hardly detached, only extremely focused. She is meticulous and inventive – often taking the cool-headed approach towards anyone they run into in favor of ‘the possibilities’, and has little to no objections to stealing belongings even when this might result in the death of the person they stole from if she thinks they might have something that could further her cause. She has a very determined and even challenging countenance, and very rarely trusts other people, tolerating them because they are needed, and for nothing else - but underneath all of this she doesn't actually want to see anyone else suffer, and is constantly struggling to keep carefully distant.

Background:
Melony's family and four others all barricaded themselves within an abandoned town, and they have remained there for two generations, until they were no longer safe and had to move. They have heard rumors of a safe place where they could possibly continue working on a way to salvage any form of technology. She split off with a group of five scientists and two mercenaries when these plans were abandoned. An attack left them scattered, and now she is traveling with Marc.

Name: Christopher

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Age: 26

Appearance:
5'11 with heavily tanned skin, he has brown hair that curls very tightly around his head, kept cropped short and stunning blue eyes that contrast highly with the rest of his appearance. Black jeans, a too big sports jersey with just the numbers '00' visible on the the back and a fairly good looking pair of sneakers, only just recently scavenged, usually mark his attire. Chris is pretty well muscled but is one of the types who just doesn't seem intimidating, more puppy eyes and shy smiles, and can often be seen with a few days stubble that doesn't really show too well because of his skin tone.

Abilities:
Chris is very good with hand to hand combat, but his weapon of choice is usually a crossbow his father scavenged in the early days from a sporting goods store. As long as there are trees or even wooden structures nearby, he can usually make a few bolts if the wood is decent enough. He's very good at carving and will often use scrap timber unfit for bolts to make little animals.
His dad used to call him his little boy scout because Chris is remarkably good at making a fire out of nothing and as such usually only carries around some flint instead of bulking himself done with lighter fluid.
He has a great sense of direction and an amazing knack of earning the trust of those around him very quickly.



Weapons and Equipment:
-He keeps a few knives on his person, but most are for carving or skinning and so he tries not to use them for combat if he can, not wanting to wreck the few commodities he has.
-Flint and steel
-An old Polaroid camera and a little bit of film to go with it.
-A small photo album
-Sleeping bag
-Some preserved food
-Water kept in an old orange juice bottle
-An old cammo army bag he keeps most his things in.
-His crossbow


Personality:
Christopher grew up with a sick father and too many books about knights in shining armor and dashing hero's so he has a very strong set of morals, he always tries to do the right thing and will avoid killing another human being if there is any choice.
Always looking for the best in people Chris is always the most hard hit when someone doesn't live up to his expectations. Always willing to give a helping hand and to try his best for others. He finds people often end up trying to protect him instead, wanting to shelter him from the world around them.



Background:
Chris grew up in an old hunting cabin with his father, who died of a hacking sickness with Chris was 19. His father was an older man who had found Chris when he was just a boy, abandoned or lost, they never found out. He was an old man and had probably only survived as long as he had due to that fact he had extracted himself from the world the moment everything had gone to hell. He was an ex photographer, barely a man himself when it all happened, and kept much of his old equipment and photos from the old world, even setting up a dark room in one of the only three rooms of the cabin, so Chris grew surrounded by photos of what the world used to be. His father taught him all he knew, how to read and write, cook and hunt, he even taught him how to develop photographs.
When it became apparent that his father didn't have long left in this world, Chris was determined he'd see what the world had become and to do as much as he could to help. The night his father died was the last he spent in the cabin, venturing out into the world. It was over six weeks until Chris met another person, and by far it was not what he was expecting. He's been on his own for almost eight years now and still tries to help those who he can, he keeps an old Polaroid camera for photos of those who truly meant something to him, so he knows why to keep going. His photo album is his most precious item and he'd rather lose everything than to lose the little book.

Name: Joel

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Age: 48

Appearance:
Joel is 6'1 and of sturdy build. He keeps his black hair (Which is now filled with grey hairs) Short and close to his head. His beard is the same. His strong face is filtered with the odd wrinkle and a large scar sits atop of his nose, though it is somewhat faded over time. His eyes are a dull amber.
His latest clothes consist of a dull khaki button down shirt and some faded jeans. The shirt is a little tight, while the jeans are slightly baggy. Joel usually holds these up with some rope. On his back he always carries a brown bag. It is small in size, but he usually ties odds and ends on the sides.

Abilities:
Having been forced to fend for himself at a relatively young age, Joel has learnt to trust his instincts, which nearly always prove to be right. His ears are sharper then most, which has come in handy in avoiding any unwanted attention.


Weapons and Equipment:
-A revolver with only a few spare bullets.
-A small collection of canned goods, which is usually kept in his bag.
-A hunting knife, which resides in his boot.
- Throwing knives which are kept by his hips.
-Sleeping bag.
-Water which is kept in an old bottle which has since lost its markings.
-An old cell phone, which is an old family heirloom.

Personality:
Joel's only thought is to protect the one thing he has left, and that is his daughter. To others, he seem's uncaring and cold but to his daughter, he is the kindest man she has ever met. He is protective, though strict and believes in being trained for whatever they may come across.
He doesn't believe in stealing from from the living, choosing to loot whatever may remain from the dead. He will then make sure they are lain to rest, believing that to be the only way to ask forgiveness, as well as to thank the corpse for giving what they had left.


Background: Joel grew up in a small community that had housed itself in one of the smaller, less known villages that had been deserted. His time there was good. Each family had a different skill set that they taught to each of the children.
One night, when Joel was eight the village was discovered. Flesh-eaters destroyed the village, eating anyone who they came across. Joel saw his mother die that night. If it wasn't for his father, he would have died then too.
His father and him were the only ones to survive that night. They spent the next year moving around, only stopping at night when it was safe. One day, when Joel walked off to find some food his father was attacked. When the young boy returned to their camp, he found only his fathers body. A single bullet in his head.
From then on, Joel was on his own. For the next 20 years, he wandered learning to trust his instincts until one day when he discovered a small group of people who were in a similar situation. That's where he met Olive, the most beautiful women he had ever set his eyes on. It wasn't long before they had fallen in love. Within the year they were expecting their first child. He became content and allowed happiness to creep back in. But with all things, his happiness was short lived.
Shortly after their child was born, (A girl they named Kasy) Gangs desended on their group. It was like reliving the night when his mother died. Only Joel and the baby escaped and they have been on the move ever since. He hasn't allowed them to join any larger group out of fear. Its easier to hide only two.

Name: Kasy

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Age: 8

Appearance:
Kasy is tall for her age, reaching at about 4'8. Her hair is brown, something she gained from her mother. She usually keeps it tied up into a pony tail which hangs loosly behind her head. Her eyes are the same as her fathers.
Her face is young and void of any scaring, though it has been stained slightly by the sun.
Her choice of clothing usually comes down to a pair of jeans, any T-shirt she can find and a hooded jacket that once belonged to her mother.

Abilities:
Kasy's eyes are sharp and her reflexes are sharper. To her, its as if things move in slow motion.

Weapons and Equipment:
-A revolver.
-A bow and arrow, both hand crafted by her father.
-A water can.
-A few cans of tinned food.
-A teddy bear they found on their travels.

Personality:
Kasy tries to find the best in a bad situation. She has a small sense of humor that she puts into play whenever she can.
She is trusting and believes in listening and talking over fighting when given the chance.


Background: Kasy grew up on the move. Though they have run into a few people over the years, they never stuck around the group long enough to gain any attachments. Her father is all she knows, and his way of life is all she's comfortable with. Kasy does miss interaction with others though. Her father can be very depressing at times.

Name: Benny

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Age: 26

Appearance:
Thanks to the radiation, Benny has been changed. All around her body and face are markings that resemble teeth. They don't have lips and they don't open, but they are solid. Even her eyes seem to hint at something else growing in there. She can still see fine, but the colour is a dull grey, bordering on brown. Her hair is a dark brown.
She is lean, though physically capable. She is both athletic and strong.
When choosing clothes, Benny will take anything. Usually she's seen wearing dark jeans, a tight black shirt and a warm, faded leather jacket.

Abilities:
Other than being able to easy manipulate, Benny is also good at reading people. She is able to tell if people are lying and any emotions they may try to hide.

Weapons and Equipment:
-A shot gun with no bullets.
-A large array of knives.
-A large brown back pack.
-A large collection of canned foods.
-A large collection of bottled water.

Personality:
Benny is uncaring towards outsiders. She's willing to do anything she can for her team, but when it comes to anyone else they meet... Well, its all fair game in this world.
She's strong-willed, fast thinking and a bit of a bitch, if truth be told.
Though she doesn't like to admit it, Benny does have a better side. Children and those like-minded hold a soft spot within her. She becomes a bit like a mother bear wanting to protect her cubs.


Background: Benny was raised on the road. She never knew her real parents and so, the gang became part of her life. They were driven, killing anyone they met and taking what they could. Those they didn't kill... well, they didn't end up with very good lives after that.
She grew up with a few other children that the scavengers found, Its here she met her most loyal friend, Bones.
They grew up together, finding a few more people to pull into their violent family. This is how she started her own scavenger gang. Together Bones, herself and two others now roam the wilds. Only difference is, she doesn't kill her victims. She only leaves them unconscious as she removes everything only allowing them to keep the skin on their backs.