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Name: Atlas Pan Booker Meaning: “Enduring” Nickname(s): Map Age: 22 (born November 3, 2010) Gender: Male Sexuality: Heterosexual Personality: •Stubborn •Strong-willed •Cheerful •Positive (naturally pessimistic) •Moody •Outgoing •Social •Imaginative •Unreligious •People-pleaser •Geek •Competitive •Prideful •Overthinks •Clumsy Atlas is definitely an outgoing social freak and tries his best to fit in as he hates being alone. Unfortunately, this causes him to have fake friends. He will admit that the quiet can be enjoyable but the only time he willingly companionless is when he’s out riding or hunting. But when he is by himself, he keeps close to camp or another party. He is frightened by the unknown and of time, which he constantly wonders who controls it. He is an imaginative person and believes that there are great beings in the world who weave the patterns of time and possibilities by controlling the things on earth. Thus he trusts that they choose when he dies, but he is unsure of what happens next. So for comfort, he half-way convinces himself that he will also become a Time-Weaver, which he likes to call them. However, he is not religious to them as he does not believe in Helheim of Norse mythology. If he did, he would say he’s living in it. Once Atlas believes in something or someone, he will not abandon that belief until something major occurs. He is strong-willed and stubborn. He is not flexible and cannot understand why another person disagrees with him as he cannot see both sides of the glass. He will not be harsh or cold to the other person, but will avoid that topic at all cost. He does not like conflict amongst friends and can be a people-pleaser to keep the peace. Atlas is usually a cheerful, positive person despite the sorrow that envelopes his world. He believes that people should try to see the good in everything, his mother taught him that. She also schooled him in her morals which was simply four things: be a light in the darkness, fix your mistakes, be humble and be kind even though you don’t want to. Does he follow these four rules? He tries to, but it’s hard. Parts of the ethics are the reason why he suppresses his natural tendencies as a pessimist. He tries his best to burn bright, but unfortunately all candles will become stumps of wax. After a couple months of being very uplifting and good he finds himself depleted and a charred stump of only grumpiness, intolerance and indifference. Thus his temperament is fairly inconsistent. Atlas loves a challenge and will often try to compete with the other hunters to see who has caught the best meat. He will accept any type of competition as long as it is reasonable. He does have an ego as he often wins the races with his long legs and it hurts his pride whenever he looses. But this never stops him from participating because he enjoys the thrill of a non-life-risking exploit of youth. He will try to impress his crush by his physical deeds, accomplishments and purposefully bragging. Alone, Atlas talks to himself out loud. He likes to sing, but is too nervous to in public. Mainly because he knows he sounds like a dying toad mixed with a choking squirrel. Whenever he does, he makes it all up as he goes along whether it makes sense or not. He is extremely right-brain dominant and struggles with more complicated arithmetic. He does love to read, however, and will fanboy with you over the only book he owns; Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen. He hides this side of him most of the time, but he’s waiting closely for someone to mention a Mr. Darcy or an Elizabeth Bennet. He also is the horse girl. His father bred Irish Sport Horses and jumped them. He gave one to Atlas. His name is Wynni, but Wyn for short. He’s a chestnut and white skewbald stallion who stands at 16.2 hands high (5.4 feet at the withers). Appearance: Atlas is tall and gangly which is due to an ectomorph body type. He stands at 6’ 1” and weighs about 174 lb. His height his made up of mostly his lanky legs. His rectangular torso is fit but not pronounced, as are all of his other muscles. He was not made to fight with brute strength and he has a tendency to rely on his weapons too heavily. He can run like a roadrunner, however, skinny legs and all. His arms are like lean branches, but they don’t look quite like twigs. He uses a recurve bow and arrows to take down prey and this daily routine helps build his back and arm muscle. However, his body does have limits and he cannot pull more than sixty pounds. He is most comfortable at fifty. His father taught him how to shoot. His lean build aids in running, but his height is an issue when it comes to agility. He has decent endurance, but slow acceleration and cannot use his strength as a major asset because he lacks the muscle. He tries to keep at a distance whenever he’s killing zombies because he has the equipment and he isn’t made for one-one combat. Plus if you’re fifty meters away, they can’t bite you. His heart-shaped face is lightly speckled with freckles which mainly coat his average-sized nose. His slightly hooded, almond-shaped eyes are a gentle brown that occasionally shift into a hazel. His facial skin looks oily and he constantly has to wash his face almost everyday to reduce his acne. This he does not do, so his face is speckled with it and he might have some scarring. His skin is a light coffee-color which he gets from his mother, as his birth father was very pale. His hair is a sleek deep brown that gets darker at the roots. He keeps it parted, right to left side. It is manageable, but exceedingly greasy and looks constantly damp. His ears seem moderately sized, but are slightly more on the larger side. His lips are thin and his smile broad with dimples on both sides of his face whenever he grins or laughs. He holds a rather innocent look on his face as he should for he is innocent. He has never killed another human, only monsters and creatures of the wood. He does hold a couple of scars, most of them are from himself as he can be slightly clumsy. There is one down the outside of his right forearm which occurred from when he was playing with his knife. He has a scratch on his other forearm from an angry bobcat that he had to kill and different sized marks on his shins from a rooster. Attire: As a hunter, he prefers camouflage that coats his entire being, but he’s also found in different shades of blue or green as his top. He’s realized that it doesn’t matter if he blends in because his usual prey (deer) are colorblind. He does make sure that he isn’t in solid colors because he thinks deer would find it weird for grey thing pointing a sharp stick at them. This is him overthinking. His shirt is a dark green with splatters of mud all splashed around it (it needs a good washing). It is long sleeved and on his right forearm is a leather armguard. On his hands there are soft deerskin leather, with extra padding on the tips of his left hand. His pants are always camouflage, however. He is shoes are comfortable, soft-soled, leather boots whose soles are slowly getting worn out. These ankle boots are exclusively only for hunting. They are smaller so they’re easy to pack. Whenever he is just out and about he wears an old pair of work shoes whose soles are rubber. Accessories: Atlas is not one for jewelry, but he does wear a leather thong necklace that carries a small compass. Strengths: Accuracy—Atlas can shoot his recurve and hit his target decently from fifty meters away. Any more then that his aim gets a bit off, but it usually kills the beast. Riding—Atlas can ride a horse fairly well. He rides him occasionally during hunts as deer are too big for him to drag home on his own. He is fairly dependent on his horse to get the job done. Swimming—Atlas knows how to swim and is decent at it. He’s not the quickest or the strongest, but good enough so that he won’t die. He cannot, however, save a drowning person because he lacks strength. Weaknesses: Strength—Atlas is not physically built for one-on-one. He is strong enough to pull back his bow, but he does lack muscle to land a heavy punch or to wrestle. Balance—Atlas is clumsy sometimes and will trip over his own feet. He always knocks down and runs into things when out and about. He seems to have control over this because he can stalk quietly. Does he really? No, no he can’t. Intellect—Atlas is not the brightest bulb in the locker. He’s not dumb either, but he’s fairly easy to manipulate. He won’t be the one solving the riddles, but he’ll try. It’ll always result in something outrageous because of his wild imagination and overthinking abilities. Likes: -Music, he can’t dance very well but he enjoys it and will dance. People just laugh a lot at him when he does. -Singing, he can’t sing either… -Pride & Prejudice, the only book he owns (it was his mother’s favorite). He loves the book, characters and the places. He also loves the drama. -Competitions, he’s extremely competitive and will race you anywhere (as long as it’s reasonable) -Horses, he owns a horse, his father owned horses and bred them. -Shooting, he enjoys archery because it’s a satisfying sport where you can see improvement and the thuck! of an arrow hitting the bale is so complete feeling. It’s especially rewarding when they’re all bunched at the center. -Making things up, he likes to daydream when he’s alone or before bed. Mainly when it was back before the apocalypse and he didn’t have to worry about dying. Dislikes: -Being lied to, because who does like it? He especially doesn’t because he’s had a history of fake friends. -Dogs, he doesn’t like dogs because they’re noisy on the hunt and because they like to chase him. -School, it’s so boring -Being laughed at, he gets laughed at a lot because he continues to do things that are silly or that he’s bad at. Why? He’s not too sure. -Killing, as a hunter he has to kill to survive and he understands this, but to see such a soft-faced doe dead is sad. He wants it to go back in time where he didn’t have to shoot and skin his own meat. -Bossy people, why don’t they do it themselves? He understands the ranking system and will follow his leaders’ commands. But his equals telling him what to do irritates him. -The Unknown, it’s a natural fear to be scared of what will happen next. -Time, he hates time because it is so confusing. He also hates it because it is either too slow or too fast. Reputation: He’s the one who likes to participate in everything and is often the one laughed at. This is caused because he’s a klutz on camp. He’s also the guy-with-the-horse because that’s exactly what he is. He’s also archery-boy and skinny-bones for the same reason. He’s seen as light hearted and a goof-off, someone without a care in the world; immature and irresponsible (although he get’s his job done). He is also seen as the annoying, positive mr. unicorns and flowers because he tries to be a bright light. He can get on other peoples nerves easily. Weapons: Takedown Recurve Bow & Arrows—father taught him how to shoot. A Takedown Recurve Bow is a bow whose limbs can be unscrewed off and replaced with limbs with either a heavier or lighter poundage. The limbs curve the opposite way of the archer when in use. The arrows are all cut the same length, some are carbon and made by companies before the apocalypse. Others (the majority) are homemade grey-goose feathers. The fletching glue is made from the hooves of deer and horses. Skinning knife—more of a tool rather than a weapon. It is used to skin animals’ hides which are a valuable part as they can be used for many different things. The blade curves upward at the tip like a scythe except the edge is on the outside. The handle is made of oak wood. This is the knife that he cut his arm with by flipping it around. Rank: Hunter, he is content with this position. Affiliations: (Who do they associate themselves with and what are they to this person?) Francis L. Fox & Jimmy Lee Larter They are the other hunters and he likes them both relatively fine. He likes to compete with them in hunting (whether they know it or not) although his horse does give him an advantage. Open Significant Other: None Offspring: None Kin: Father (unknown): Helios Ares Story Helios left shortly after learning Clymene was pregnant. Atlas never knew him and never called him father and never will. Step-Father (unknown): Iapetus Phaethon Booker Iapetus is at forty-eight years of age. He's proud of Atlas for all of the achievements he had done. They never really saw eye-to-eye on things. They do share the bond over horses, however. Mother (unknown): Clymene Timothy Booker Clymene is forty-four years old. She had Atlas when she was twenty-two and ten years later had his brother. She taught Atlas his moral code and he is her favorite. Brother (unknown): Meneotius Timothy Booker Meneotius goes by his middle name, Timothy. It was also his mother’s maiden name. Timothy is currently twelve years old. He is a bit jealous of his older brother, and envies him of his accomplishments. They are not close because of the broad age difference. Voice: Atlas’ voice is loud and has a slight groveling at the end when he speaks. His voice is kinda light but it’s still masculine. He originates from southern West Virginia. He’s used to the country slang and talk. His own southern accent is very light, but he does occasionally throw in some “y’alls” and “down yonders”. Sometimes his vowels sound very southern and he can pronounce things awkwardly. His normal voice is the simplier tone, pattern and more normal. Used when he's kinda safe, confident or angry (usually louder here). He can speak a cool politeness (usually decked with flattery) when he's forcing himself to be polite and it is usually reserved for enemies and people he is currently wary of. I dunno where he gets it, but probably from Pride & Prejudice. Handwriting: Atlas’ writing is fairly messy because he doesn’t try. He can make it a neat, simple print with the bad grammar and the occasional incorrect spelling. He cannot write in cursive, nor can he read it easily. Theme Songs: Be a light—Thomas Rhett Humble and kind—Tim McGraw Something wild—Lindsey Stirley Part of you world—Jodi Benson History: Atlas’ birth father left his mother when he learned that she was pregnant. He lived almost half of his life fatherless. Atlas bonded with Iapetus slowly over time. He was ten years old when he met him and was suspicious of him. However, he learned to love him with the help that his step-father so happened to own a horse farm. A little brother came into the world and Atlas tried to play with him but it was difficult. So he focused most of his time to horse back riding which Iapetus was teaching. He also taught him archery. Most of his childhood/teens was fun and engaging although he spent most of it with his horse and bow. He won his 4-H Team’s first archery champion trophy when he was sixteen. He won bronze at the championships when it came to show jumping. Although he spent a deal of time with Iapetus, he was always closer to his mother. Clymene homeschooled him when he was twelve because of a bullying accident. She never gave her youngest son a go at public school. He had gotten a scholarship at a collage because of his jumping performance and his horse was shipped west with him. He went there when he was nineteen (he took a gap year to travel) and had just decided to quit when the apocalypse began. He’s joined the group and has been with them ever since. Other: Atlas cannot remember terminology very well, so he’ll mess up on that. He’s only twenty-two and will act immature and hopefully not enough to get someone killed. |
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Calvin Borelson
*Nickname(s): Giant, Dork, Blonde Idiot
Age: 22, born April 1st
Sex: Male
*Sexuality: Heterosexual, quiestionably bisexualAppearance: Calvin is what many would refer to as a giant, a literal giant, he stands at a jaw dropping six foot nine, dwarfing even the tallest men around, something that many find infuriating, impressive, or simply terrifying, it’s a broad spectrum of emotions when it comes to this man. To add to his unbelievable height, Calvin has an extremely well-built frame, with a toned, muscular torso, a thin waist, and lengthy muscular limbs that can really get any woman drooling, tipped with large, thin fingered hands. His legs are probably the least muscular part of him, though they are still well toned, but extremely long, making them look a bit less muscular than they really are. While he is very fit, he isn’t built like a body builder, he is just the perfect blend of slim and muscular. His skin is on the paler spectrum of skin tones, though not white, its smooth and mostly unblemished except for a sprinkling of pale scars across his forearms from various accidents as well as the daily grime of living in an apocalyptic world. He is blessed with a thick head of sandy blonde hair, the mop of slightly curly hair usually falling just into his eyes and below his ears, though it is frequently found up in a man bun of sorts. The roots of his hair is more of a light brown color which quickly gives way to the sandy, golden hue. His eyebrows are smooth and sculpted, just slightly scruffy near the outer edge, and have the hue of the midsection of his hair, not quite blonde, but not quite brown, more of a dirty blonde hue. He has a Greek looking nose, though with a bump on the bridge from breaking it a few times. His eyes are a mischievous glittering pale blue, one of his most striking features, and rimmed with pale lashes. His lips are on the thinner side, though still nicely sculpted and usually placed in a charming grin. He has a strong, sharp jawline, and a slight crease down the middle of his chin, just a small hint of a cleft chin that adds to his sculpted cheekbones and overall sexy appearance, though it is frequently covered by a light stubble. Attire: Calvin is most often found in a pair of dark olive green cargo pants with a very large amount of pockets on them. For a shirt he waears a simply light gray t shirt, sometimes its replaced with one that has been cut to a muscle T. For shoes he wears black military boots.
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For accesories Calvin only has a pair of dark blue gauges in his ears that arent too large, but noticeable.Personality: Despite his imposing looks and terrifying stature, Calvin is a little softie. He adores small things, puppies, kittens, small people, you name it! He always wants to be around small things, latching onto any he sees and claiming it as his. He also tends to find himself drawn towards grumpy people, grumpy small people are his favorite kind of person, he loves to mess with them. He tends to like to be alone frequently, finding he thinks best by himself. Despite his withdrawn habits, Calvin is quite the charmer. He is kind, highly flirtatious, and your typical happy go lucky sort of guy. His main goal in life, his only goal besides learning everything, is to help. He enjoys a good laugh, especially when it comes from picking on others. Calvin is your typical spaz, his excitement quickly leads to random outbursts of action or giggling, something which can freak others out surprisingly a lot, who knew that if you were sitting in a corner by yourself in a dark corner of a library and just started giggling to yourself you would receive freaky looks and clear a room quite quickly. He is a trickster and will just as quickly hold your hair back as he will drench an unsuspecting passerby. He has no personal boundaries, in fact he hardly understands the phrase personal bubble. Throw him in a room filled with young children and, besides his height, you would hardly be able to tell him from the rest. If you really want to torcher him make him sit through a mind numbingly boring meeting that requires interest to survive it. Despite his very childish attitude, Calvin can be extremely serious when it comes to those he deems "family", as he doesn't really have a family he tends to "adopt" people as part of his family. He is fiercely protective of those who join his circle, which can pretty much be just about anyone. While he may seem like he doesnt contain a serious bone in his body, Calvin can in fact take things extremely seriously, especially when survival is at stake he can do just about anything that is required of him, even if its a heinous act, he will do it. Strengths: -His height for sure -Quite intelligent, despite his "dumb-blonde" attitude -Very good at getting others to like him Weakness: -Could probably be manipulated easily if someone were to get close to him -Not the most observant -High likelyhood of near death experiances, he is a leap before you look sort of guy *Likes: -Small things (especially people) -Marshmallows (He has an odd obsession for the small white "clouds" as he calls them) -Being a child*Dislikes: -Talking about his feelings, he has never been one to share his feelings, he prefers to keep others seeing him as a goofball with no issues, its an odd part of himself he doesnt like to share. He is always willing to talk to others if they need it though -Anything he deems boring -Obligation *Reputation: Calvin's reputation is quite well known, he is a prankster and a dork. Most people view him as an unintelligent bafoon who has more interest in small people and being an idiot then their own survivial. Nonetheless, many find it hard to not like him, he has a veyr infectious attitude.
Weapons:
Calvin only carries two weapons, the first a silver and black 9 mm Sig Sauer, which he rarely uses. His Sig is usually found holstered on` the back of his belt and rarely removed from the holster. His other weapon is a large Ka-Bar knife which he keeps strapped in a holster on the inside oh his boot. It has a black blade and handle.
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Newcomer
Affiliations:
TBD
Significant Other: N/A
Offspring: N/A
Kin:
N/A (may edit later)
Voice: Calvin has a rich deep voice, nor extremely deep but in the mid to lower range with tones of laughter easily recognisable in every word he speaks. He has a very expressive tone, though when something is wrong his tone sounds forcefully happy, sometimes. Most of the time he is extremely good at hiding his emotions. He has the lightest hint of a southern accent, not extremely present, but still there.
*Handwriting: His handwriting is extremely messy chicken scratch, hardly able to be read by anyone other than him.
*Theme Song(s): Never Gonna Give You Up - Rick Astley
*History: WIP
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Name
Quinn Steinbach
Age
21
Sex
Female
Sexuality
Demisexual
Appearance
While Quinn isn't some beauty from another world, you'd be lying if you said she wasn't pretty.
While most of her face is pretty average, she has a few features, such as her eyes, that make her stand out. Quinn doesn't like describing herself, especially describing herself as pretty, so she likes to say her eyes are hazel, which they are, but they're really a soft gray-green color with a small light brown ring around the pupil. And if the green irises weren't enough, they're framed thick, long eyelashes. Her brows are rather thick with a dark brown color that curve above her eyes, though it's not rare to see them furrowed.
The rest of Quinn's face is pretty average though. Her face shape is right between oval and round, and her cheekbones, though high, are quite shallow and lead into a rather weak jaw and chin. Her nose is a little bigger than average, with a round tip and a bump in the bridge. Her top lip has a soft cupids bow shape and is a little longer than her bottom lip, though the bottom one, while still not big, is fuller and rounder.
Quinn's skin is on the pale side, and would probably be colorless if it weren't for her abundant freckles spotting her arms, shoulders, and face. In the winter you can't exactly see her freckles, because of too little sun exposure, but in the summer her skin seems to change color almost, with how strong the freckles get.
When Quinn was younger, she was a natural blonde... a natural nearly yellow blonde. If it weren't for pictures she'd deny that her hair had ever been close to yellow, as around eight she'd turned into a more dirty blonde before her hair finally darkened to a medium brown when she was twelve and has stayed that way ever since, though, In certain lights, one can tell she used to have lighter hair. Usually, she keeps her hair in a messy bun, ponytail, or braid, and when it's open it reaches an inch or two past her shoulders.
She has quite an athletic form, though definitely not lined with muscle, has some power to her. At least in her legs. She has more of an average strength in her arms and shoulders, but don't let that fool you, as Quinn packs a punch. A break your nose and knock out your teeth kind of punch.
Quinn has some curves as well, having a shallow hourglass shape with broad shoulders and a small waist. Her body and skin, though taken care of, are covered in bruises and notches that she gets from everyday life, and scars aren't a rare sight on her either. To list all her scars would be way too long, but she has a few big ones that everyone would be able to see, such as the large blotchy one on her left knee, the long scar adjacent to her spine, a thin inch long one by her chin and jaw, and, while not a scar, her crooked left collarbone.
Attire
Quinn is usually found in an old pair of jeans with a few rips and tears in them, though she has a second thin pair of cargo pants that she wears when it's too hot. For tops, she pretty much wears whatever she can get her hands on, even men's shirts, just so long as it's comfortable. Currently, she has a loose but not oversized green shirt with a few holes, a dark gray hoodie for when it gets cold, jeans, some durable sneakers, and a slightly scratched pair of dark gray glasses.
Accessories
Honestly, Quinn has nothing. Her ears are pierced, but even before the world fell she never really wore earrings or jewelry, though she does have a few private trinkets in her bag.
Personality
Introvert - Friendly - Loyal
Quinn, while not opposed to social interaction, is more often than not found on the outskirts of the group, watching and picking up little snippets of conversation that she probably shouldn't... but, curiosity has not killed her yet, and sometimes she can't help herself and listens in on conversations on purpose.
When speaking to people, Quinn is actually pretty friendly and open, a bit cautious around strangers, but very open and talkative around friends and those she's spoken to more often. She's surprisingly quick to trust since she really just wants a group of friends, but break her trust, and she will never forgive you... as her grudges... well, let's just say she'll hold a grudge until she dies.
Independent - Self Reliant - Stubborn
While usually friendly and happy to work with others, she truthfully works best on her own and relying on others, especially people she doesn't know well, stresses her out. She'd rather climb a wobbly chair to get something off a high shelf than find a tall person to get what she wants. It's not that she's opposed to help from others, she's actually quite appreciative of others if they offer help, she just doesn't want to bother people if she knows she can manage it alone. Though when it comes to her ideals, and things she knows she can do without a doubt, she will stand by them until the end, and almost no one can change her mind.
Good Humored - Sarcastic - Too nice
Quinn appreciates good humor, and while she isn't good at making jokes, loves to tease and be sarcastic, especially around friends. She'll also laugh at the worst dad jokes if she's in the right mood, as she's always happy to just laugh.
Quinn is actually meaner to her friends than strangers or people she dislikes, as she knows she can say anything around the people she trusts and nothing will happen, those that she doesn't know, she just doesn't know if its safe to tease them. For those that she dislikes, she's actually rather nice. She doesn't really get why herself, as she'd rather punch the people she doesn't like in the face, but she's always friendly, faking a smile and acting like she's okay being around them. It probably has something to do with her hating conflict and arguments, even if she loves to imagine herself telling those people to fuck off.
Always Thinking - Nervous - Emotional
Quinn, while appearing rather confident and happy with who she is, is constantly second thinking herself. She's always thinking about conversations she's had in the past and what she should have said and should have done. When she's not thinking of the past, she's thinking of future possible conversations and situations and things she'd want to be able to say and do, even though she knows she would never be able to, as she's more of a people pleaser than she'd like to admit, and only puts herself first around friends or when she's alone. Because of this, she doesn't show much emotion when it comes to being sad, stressed, or angry, and simply bottles up until it all boils over and she erupts in tears, screaming at everyone and running away, as the bottling up stresses her out and she does not deal with stress well at all, and ignores is more than anything.
Strengths
Martial Arts: Quinn started with martial arts when she was six, and trained till the world went to shit. She knows how to fight and defend herself, even against bigger people, and isn't afraid to do so.
Intelligence: Quinn isn't a genius, but she's got a good sense of life and could be described as wise, as she has a pretty logical view of things and looks at everything from every direction
Communication: Even though she's not super talkative, Quinn knows how to read people and knows what to say and how to say things when people need her to.
Weakness
Upperbody strength: For some reason her arms just never got the memo that, her being a trained fighter, that they should be strong, and Quinn would be happy if she managed two good pushups.
Emotionally unstable: She bottles up all her emotions, especially around strangers, and only lets them out when she's alone. The more she bottles up, the more stressed she gets, which makes her more on edge, which makes her more emotional, which makes her bottle up more, and this can lead to a dangerously unstable loop.
Her senses: Quinn is highly sensitive. Noises that are either very loud and high pitched, or have a deep base give her headaches, bright lights, especially artificial lights make her eyes and head hurt. Touch when she doesn't know someone is there makes her jump, and she's near sighted, and everything slowly gets fuzzy after four feet.
Likes
Thunderstorms
Rain
Fire
Swimming
Singing
Drawing
Autumn
Climbing
Dislikes
Hot Weather
Overly sweet smells and tastes
Smoke
Tight spaces
Laziness
Being laughed at
Loud things
Reputation
People are probably pretty neutral with Quinn. She doesn't go out of her way to please the group, but nor does she cause trouble or break rules, and always tries to be friendly.
Weapons
She has an old hunting knife from her grandfather and a makeshift spear. It's a pretty medieval design, but she hates firearms because of the noise, and a spear gives her good distance and defense.
Rank
Newcomer
Affiliations
None yet, but I'm open to discuss!
Significant Other
Open, but it would be a slowburn.
Offspring
Nope. Having kids scares her, though she is rather good with children.
Kin
John Steinbach - father - dead
Miriam Steinbach - mother - dead
Jonas Steinbach- brother - dead
Voice
Quinn's normal voice is between middle and high pitched and is rather smooth. But, when she was younger, she took singing and acting lessons, and has quite the versatile voice and range of accents, as well as a nice, though not perfect, singing voice.
Handwriting
It really depends on what's going on. If Quinn is taking her time just writing for the heck of it, her letters are a nice loopy cursive, though sometimes hard to read as she learned the cursive of a different language. If she's stressed, or taking down notes, her handwriting is a scribble she struggles to read.
Theme Songs
Come As You Are - Nirvana
History
Quinn had a complicated childhood, having argued with her brother nearly daily till she was ten, and when they finally stopped, her parents started fighting, and with every argument, her anxiety grew worse, even if she had nothing to do with them. Just the yelling and tense emotions had made her anxious and nervous and resulted in her having poor self-esteem.
Her parents of course noticed and feeling bad, let her try out and do whatever she wanted. Singing lessons? Done. Dancing? Why not? Martial arts? Of course! Because of this, Quinn has a lot of skills in a wide variety of things, though some are of course better than others.
Till she was sixteen Quinn was shy, socially awkward, and just hid from doing anything outside of what she knew, even though she tried to push herself to try new things such as theater, which she did for a few years. Nothing really helped with her confidence, making her have no real friends, luckily though, her brother, Jonas, tried to bring her along with him and his friends as often as possible, though, him being six years older, she couldn't always join.
When she turned 16, everything changed. The first creatures started appearing, and her secure hermit life was torn away. Her parents, of course, argued about what to do and where to go while the world slowly went to shambles, till their house was broken into and raided. She and her brother ran while her parents tried to keep their attackers away, working together one last time.
For the next four years, Quinn and her brother worked together, surviving, scavenging, and running. During that time Quinns confidence built up, having no other choice but to rely on herself and no time to worry about unimportant things, though her anxiousness and low self-esteem will always stick with her in some way.
One year ago, running from the creatures she and her brother simply called Zombies, Jonas broke his ankle. It was the worst day of her life when he made her take all their supplies and leave him. They both knew the ankle wouldn't heal, and even if it did running wouldn't be possible. She hates him for making her leave, she hates herself for leaving. She hates everything about that day, and any questions about her family, or how she survived the last five years will make her dead silent.
A month or two ago, she doesn't really count, she found the group, and has stayed there since, happy to be around people and recreate herself around the strangers. |
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[ Billie Ryan Kline ]
"You are just someone I couldn't kill. Don't take it personal."
Name:
Billie Ryan Kline
Nickname(s):
Bil/Bill, Ryan, Kie
Age:
14
Born October 8th
Sex:
Female
Sexuality:
For now, heterosexual (she's still figuring things out).
Appearance:
Billie is quite average looking for her age. Blessed with relatively clear skin (some small acne spots visible across her forehead and cheeks, along with her acne scars), Billie has a rather round face. She has a soft jawline, however it is still visible. Because of her rounder face, Billie has fuller cheeks and not very defined cheekbones. She has grown to actually appreciate this, therefore she doesn't mind it. Billie still holds a rather slim face - also a slim frame in general. Anyways, on her face sits her most prominent feature, which would in fact be her eyes. They are big and round, relatively evenly spaced on her face. Her eyes are a pale blue, sometimes appearing a bit more gray than you would expect. Towards her pupil they are the darkest. Her eyes are rimmed with thick and dark eyelashes, making them pop. Above her eyes are her eyebrows, which are rather square looking and are lighter in color than compared to her hair. They are slightly thin, so they don't appear as dark. Billie was blessed with a small button nose, which is narrow and round, matching her 'round' theme that appears to be on her face. Below her nose are her lips, which are a bit more darker shade of pink and are full, both top and bottom lips being considered heavy. Billie has a full head of hair, but it is on the thinner side. She has a middle part, and it reaches below her shoulders, maybe at the end of her shoulder blades. It is a medium brown with warmer undertones and some lighter, natural highlights that streak through strands of her hair.
Billie stands at five foot two, holding a rather skinny frame. She has narrow shoulders, reaching down to her lanky and skinny arms and hands. Her hands are especially defined, seeing most of her bones are prominent and her fingernails are a bit more long in a coffin shape. Anyways, Billie has a bit more of longer legs, which (although she isn't the tallest) is where she gets most of her height. Billie has pale skin, which makes her eyes and her rosy cheeks and shoulders stand out a bit more. She isn't ghostly pale, but is simply pale with warmer undertones and some would sometimes describe her as ghostly, especially while sick as her face would become more pale. Anyways, Billie has some smaller scars from her young days littered throughout her body, in which none are too visible or important. She is normally covered in dirt, therefore looking darker than she actually is. Billie has scattered freckles, light and dark, and again, none are too important.
Attire:
Billie is commonly found wearing more baggy clothes, especially shirts that make her appear a bit more larger than she actually is. She is normally wearing simple skinny jeans, mainly ripped ones, with a baggy shirt or sweatshirt. She wears simplistic colors, and isn't too crazy about fashion. To be fair, it's probably the least of her concerns.
Accessories:
Billie doesn't wear much for accessories. The only one she really wears is a necklace that her older brother gave her when she turned ten, and is her birthstone (opal). She has taken a liking to it, but it's normally tucked away behind her shirt for the sake of it not getting in the way.
Personality:
A creative, intelligent, and alert young woman, Billie holds herself above others most of the time. Yes. She's quite cocky, constantly sending snarky remarks towards others, and is quite blunt. She intends this though, as she doesn't really have much of a care in the world anymore. Billie isn't afraid to speak her mind, therefore being talkative at times and making points that some would've never thought of or had the guts to say. She's constantly thinking of new ways to do things, and those ways are probably easier ways. Billie likes to make things easy, especially for herself. Wether it be escaping something, dealing with something, etc, Billie will always find a way to make it better for herself first. Yes. She's just that selfish.
Billie never really lets anyone in. And to be fair, getting to know her isn't that hard. She might be an asshole, but nontheless, she's accepting and pretty open and easy to talk to. She's reliable, but she isn't like this with everyone. Billie will always make snarky comments, no matter how close you are to her, but it's more or less that she becomes a bit more caring for others rather than just herself. Close friends and family will become a priority over time, but if she's by herself or surrounded by strangers, you know damn well she's not gonna give a fuck about those around her. Caring is something that Billie might as well call a struggle, as she tends to not be honest. Well, she's honest, but in the sense that she's not sure if she's honest with herself. Mixed emotions tend to flood her once someone gets close, especially someone around her age. This might cause her to become a bit more vulnerable, which regardless of who you are, you will see it. Her crying, her anger, her screaming, anything. You will always see it.
Billie, besides her hard shell, doesn't have much of a 'softer' side. As already mentioned, she's rather selfish while around strangers and doesn't really care for anyone as she learned that it really only gets you hurt. However, you will always see her determination as well. She's a hard worker, constantly determined to get something done and she doesn't half-ass things. Because of her intelligence, she does seem to get things done in unique ways or in faster ways than you'd expect. This causes her to be useful while on the move or for consistent outcomes. Billie likes her work to be consistent, neat, and useful, therefore she doesn't do anything she doesn't have to. For example; if she doesn't have to run, she won't. If she doesn't have to care you, she won't. Billie tends to selective about the things she does and cares for, therefore making it a bit harder to please her.
If you manage to get closer to Billie, she will express herself more, but also share more ideas. Or at least more in depth. She sometimes will express her emotions, but that's really for someone she truly trusts. Billie lets you know how it is. So if she hates you, she hates you. If she likes you, she likes you. If she loves you, she loves you. Billie doesn't like bullshit and just gets straight to the point. This might leave somes tunned, but she doesn't mind. Billie is all about make an impression, with or without intent or good or bad -- she just doesn't care.
Billie will protect those close to her, no matter what it takes. Sometimes she can be a bit unreasonable and reckless with this, or even with anything if she's in a hurry, which she tries not to be. Billie has a constant voice telling her to do the right thing, even if it might be wrong in someone else's mind. Your opinion doesn't matter to her unless you can prove otherwise or you're being sincere. Billie doesn't just throw trust and honesty and loyalty out there though. She believes you must earn it. Which means if you notice that she is being honest, loyal, and trustworthy with you, you've made some sort of an impact and shouldn't take that for granted. Period.
Strengths:
-Being her size, it's easy for the young girl to get where she needs to go and fit into smaller places and easily hide. This also plays into her intelligence, therefore she's quick to be on the move.
-Billie is quite reasonable, always going over her next move and thinking of any words or action that may take place. This makes her very easy to follow and know that what she is doing is decent, or at least for the better.
-Billie's good with her knife, and is quick with it. This is useful against the creatures and sometimes other people, however, she is not good with her physical strength.
Weakness:
-Billie is quite the asshole, which can get her into some sort of trouble with anyone and make her unlikable. And of course, she causes drama most of the time. Snarky remarks, sarcastic and rude comments, anything of the sort tends to make others a little bit pissed.
-Billie is no good with her shot or physical strength, making her very vulnerable and weak once it comes to hand-to-hand or shooting. She is not only bad at it, but just despises it. She does hope to get better, though.
-Billie never really finds herself thinking about this, but those close to her can make her vulnerable and weak at times, sometimes a bit unreasonable if they are put in danger.
Likes:
-Being on the move -Most animals
-Being alone
-Drawing
-Writing
-Tea -Coffee
-Vanilla-flavored things -Sunsets -Stargazing
-Sometimes the company of others, especially those close to her
Dislikes: -Being yelled at -Being told what to do -Anyone who has hurt those close to her -Basically herself -Feeling vulnerable -Being under pressure
-Cats
Reputation:
Among those Billie has come across, she has always been told that she is 'strong' for her age and living in a world like the one they are in. However, she's also been informed that (despite her snarky attitude and constantly wanting to be alone), she's understanding and can sometimes be motherly or maybe like an older sister, therefore taking the fact that she might have an older soul.
Weapons:
Billie only uses a hunting knife, which she keeps pretty sharpened and well-taken care of.
Rank:
Resident
Affiliations:
Slim Jim - Jimmy is Billie's brother. Not figure - brother. She means it. She would literally die for this man and have no regrets. He's one of the few people she might actually care about. Her fierceness will peak if you ever touch a hair on his head the wrong way.
Significant Other:
A big yikes for Billie, however, she is open to some sort of love interest.
Offspring: N/A
Kin:
Lane Kline, father, deceased
Sally Kline, mother, deceased
Damon Kline, older brother, unknown whereabouts
Voice:
Billie has a rather soft tone, but normally sounds stern. Her voice is quiet, only a slight rasp to it that will increase if she has just woke up or is tired.
Handwriting:
Billie has small handwriting, which is neat and very readable. Sometimes, especially while in a hurry, it can become a bit more scribbly and scratchy, but otherwise, it's pleasing to the eye.
Theme Song(s):
Rico Nasty - OHFR? Mother Mother - Hayloft
K. Flay - High Enough
NF - Let You Down
Billie Eilish - ilomilo
History:
Billie was born and raised in California, living in a decent neighborhood in San Francisco. She lived with her parents and older brother, in which she grew very close to over the course of time before the apocalypse happened. Billie didn't have much of a childhood, or at least anything interesting or big. Her family was loving, and her parents had no issues. She had a normal childhood. When the apocalypse happened, Billie quickly fell into fear, but for a few months, she grew stronger as she was with her brother, Damon. The two travelled together for about four months before the two were separated, and Billie had been looking for him ever since. However, she stuck with a few groups along the way, but now old enough to take care of herself for the most part. She has no idea where she is going, how she's going to get to wherever, but just hopes Damon is alive.
However, after being on the move, a man named Oscar would take her in and they would grow rather close, but an arguement would take place, in which she might still have a grudge against him, but she still ponders about him most days and thinks about him. Perhaps reuniting again would make Billie feel more alive.
Other:
Billie found herself picking up a stray that she would end up naming Dog. Yes, Dog. Dog is a male, in which Billie found him out to be fixed. She isn't exactly sure of his breed, but she's sure he's some sort of mastiff mix that is brown and black, the black mainly on his face, joints, and paws. |
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Edited at November 6, 2021 04:34 PM by Corpses
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