Victor Thomas
Strengths:
Male | 49 | Heterosexual | 5’11
Weaknesses:
Notes:
@Littlefeets
Victor Thomas
Personality:
Background:
Hope Carden
Strengths:
Female | 17* | unsure | 5’5
Weaknesses:
Notes:
She is 17 at the start of the RP, but turns 18 the second RP day.
@Littlefeets
Hope Carden
Personality:
Hope Carden
Background:
Hope is a girl who’s name was chosen for a very special reason, even if nowadays she normally goes by her surname. Hope’s birth was a symbol of the possibilities of the future, something to fight for. Her parents were just teens themselves, only 17 and 18 years old when the life as everyone knew it came to an end. They were practically just kids, next door neighbors and childhood friends taking a road trip over the summer before he left for college. What was supposed to be just a stop on their drive, became a safe haven for them. The world was ending, everyone they knew was dead, dying, or unreachable, and they thought they would be dead too, but they survived, finding comfort in each other. A few months less than a year later, came Hope’s birth. She was the first child of many for the group. In the beginning, everyone rallied together to help protect her mother before Hope was born, and everyone sought to protect Hope herself when she was born. Hope never knew the world before, with only the stories from the adults to compare to. As she grew older, and the group grew in numbers and strength, she would help the younger kids and learn from the others where she could, but part of her always wondered what it would have been like before, or what it’s like beyond the community
Markus Loughty
Strengths:
Male | 41 | Heterosexual | 6’0
Weaknesses:
Notes:
@bluecrystal
Markus Loughty
Personality:
Markus is a stubborn man. He believes getting close to people is a step towards heartbreak. He’s a realist and thinks anyone who isn’t wasting their lives dreaming of a future that may never exist. Mark is detailed-orientated, his plans are always mapped out to the last nitty-gritty detail making sure it is fool-proof. As a leader, Mark is brutal, he expects the best out of his team and the only way he sees them improve is by pushing their limits. He wasn’t always like this, he used to be the exact opposite and now he resents the person he used to be.
Markus Loughty
Background:
Markus was born in a middle-class family, he had parents who would give him whatever he asked for, but it was never enough. He wanted more, he wanted to be loved, to be understood. That is until a girl came knocking him down. She taught him, love, she taught him patience, she was the only person who actually understood him. She was the love of his life. One fateful night, she was taken off of this Earth, and he lost everything. Loughty fell into a spiral, he did not want to live in a world without his love. He shut down, he became angry, he did not understand himself. And with an apocalypse on the rise, he knew he had to survive though not wanting to. For the first few months, he found it hard to keep going. The world was in shambles, his love was dead, and he grew depressed. With time moving on, he found a routine and a group that had the same goal as him. He was closed off, yet considered them his family. And with new people being born and joining the group his family grew in numbers. As time went on, he became the person to plan out the missions and lead. He knew the land as he lived on it longer than the others, he would teach the youngins what he knew. He became their source of information. The sadness he felt never went away, he just dealt with the pain.
Isherwood "Ish" Williams
Strengths:
Male | 44 | Heterosexual | 6’2
Weaknesses:
Notes:
@Skyler2
Isherwood "Ish" Williams
Personality:
Though Ish joined the settlement five years after the outbreak, he treated everyone like family. No, he hadn’t known everyone for as long, but he still understood that they were in this together. Ish took whatever jobs others didn’t want, besides being constantly told to get some ‘sleep’ or to ‘stop taking so many chores because there wasn’t enough for the youngins to learn any responsibility.’ He shared whatever small amount of stuff he got with others - mainly other parents or other children. He had been slightly jealous of the parents. Ish had no family, no wife, no little rugrats of his own. He just didn’t feel right being in a relationship when having no recollection of his past. He didn’t know if he was dating someone or had a wife or what. He just knew it felt wrong. Children on the other hand, were a completely different matter. Not remembering his childhood, he tried to make sure the kids had the best childhood they could in these harsh conditions. Ish tried to be the biggest pacifist possible. Tending to skirt away from border patrol and spending a lot of time taking care of the babies or fishing. Some people frowned on this. They didn’t understand why it was such a big problem to Ish. Or why Ish thought he was ‘better’ than everyone else. Which Ish would never think. Well, okay, Ish did think he was a little better than the babies, but that was because they had no control over their bladder and couldn’t speak. But other than that, Ish is a calm person with little to no aggression. Even though he has recently been getting on the nerves of some people as he hasn’t gone on a trip outside of the border in almost a year.
Isherwood "Ish" Williams
Background:
He doesn’t remember most of his childhood. Only the sounds of water sloshing against a boat in stormy weather; yells of joy as Ish shows off the first fish he ever caught; and a warm smile with near perfect teeth. He remembers his parents' names, Sarah and Kyle William, and the small houseboat the couple owned. Everything else consists of unfamiliar noises and the smells of cooked fish. The earliest thing he can very clearly recall is Ish getting on a white and red commercial fishing boat with three other people; a stout girl with rough hands, CJ; a red haired guy with an ambitious look on his face, Talin; and an annoyed male with his hair pulled back into a loose bun who’s name he remembers as Kellen. All of them wearing dirty overalls. Ish can’t remember what happened to the three, but he does have the feeling as they were all close friends. There’s only one thing he remembers as clearly as that: the day he found out about the outbreak. Ish was on another fishing trip. One that lasted a month at minimum. He was alone on a stormy day out in the middle of the ocean. There was a ginormous wave approaching as another flash of white light filled the dark night sky, followed by a ground-shaking clash of thunder. Then everything went black as Ish’s head hit the hard metal of the boat.
He woke up. Covered in sticky salt water and sand on a beach. He had a few injuries, a broken rib, some cuts, but nothing too major. Luckily, he could still walk. His rib hurt like hell and the cuts stung from the salt water, but he continued on the walk down the destroyed beach. With trees and driftwood strewn across the white sand, he had to make a few detours. Finally, after hours of walking the coast, he came across a rickety wooden beach house. Ish was surprised that the thing was still standing. It looked rotted and filled with mold.
Isherwood "Ish" Williams
Background:
Despite these obvious flaws, the house could have held people - or at least a phone - and he was in no shape to turn down either of these. He stumbled over to the house and knocked on the door. There was no answer. So with a sigh of disappointment, he opened the creaky door. Inside there was the stench of rotting flesh and death, though he couldn’t see a body. What really caught his attention however, was the faint pounding of another door to the left. It sounded as though someone was moaning in pain on the other side. Being a nice man who never thought much through, Ish opened the door in a hurry, followed by him abruptly closing it. He stifled a scream as he put his body against the door to prevent that thing from opening it. Ish had found the stench of death. Along with what looked like a half rotted woman. What he didn’t understand was how she was still alive. He didn't have much time to consider this as something walked in through the main entrance. Maybe it was the small trail of blood he had left behind, or pure coincidence, but another half rotted corpse walked through that door. This time, Ish did scream. Like a little girl in fact. Which, believe it or not, did not make what he could only assume was a zombie run away. Instead, it did the exact opposite, the creature ran towards him. Grabbing an old candelabra, he threw it at the zombies head. One sickening crunch as blood was splattered everywhere. This didn’t stop the zombie from running towards him. The thing barely even stumbled. Ish was running out of options. He could feel his broken rib pushing on other organs and he was losing blood. He had to end this quickly. Running towards the kitchenette in the room, he started throwing whatever he could find at the creature. First a lemon, followed by some utensils, ended with a large kitchen knife. Ish had no training in knives, but the creature was only a few feet apart from him at this point. All he had to do was stab it in the forehead. Exasperated and in pain, Ish fell to the floor. He had survived his first of many interactions with zombies.
Isherwood "Ish" Williams
Background:
You might be expecting for Ish to be one of the first settlers in the little community, but you’d be vastly incorrect. In fact, it took Ish years to reach them. He moved around a lot during the first three years. He wasn’t a fighter - though he looked like it with his rather large build of mass and muscle. He much preferred sneaking past or avoiding zombies. While others preferred brutally murdering them. Ish just couldn’t pass the feeling that there were still people under all that rotting. After years of looking for somewhere that accepted his non violent tendencies, he finally found a small town. With his prowess in fishing, he taught others how to catch, clean, and cook fish. He was offered a home there, and he graciously accepted. Ish was more than happy doing all the so-called ‘disgusting’ chores that no one else wanted to do. As long as he didn’t have to kill anything, he was fine.
Name Surname
Strengths:
Gender | Age | Sexuality | Height
Weaknesses:
Notes:
@username
Name Surname
Personality:
Background: