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EDEN MILOS NEDBALEK

[paradise · dear · careless]

Age: 22; 4/27

Sex: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Appearance: The first thought an onlooker might have when looking at Eden is likely that he certainly would have been more attractive before the apocalypse started. They'd probably be right, too; his face still has a touch of handsomeness to it, with a defined jawline and cheekbones, thick eyebrows with a notable arch to them, and thick eyelashes with it. He has a pretty face, for sure, if you look past the fact you can't even see half of it because of the brutal wound that destroyed his right eye. Not that the worst of scarring is visible -- at the moment, he has it covered by his waning supply of bandages due to the fact it had recently reopened from a skirmish. All that's visible of that particular wound is a jagged scar that cuts across the bridge of his nose and ends below his left eye. Perhaps the scar highlights the gunmetal gray of his remaining eye, the hints of blue that scatter through it to give it the look of steel; perhaps it brings more attention to the dullness that makes his gaze colder than it is pretty. Maybe the fact that his dark hair sticks to his skin with his sweat and partially conceals his gaze comes as a relief.

Eden has a pretty figure, too, with an athletic build and a more than decent amount of muscle. The amount of fat on him is... less than ideal, giving him a concerningly gaunt silhouette, but it's nothing that isn't commonly found during a damned apocalypse. His legs are just as well-built as his arms from a mix of having had to do his own stunts as an actor and having to... well, survive as a post-apocalyptic. Criss-crossing his pale frame are scars, scars, and more scars, enough where it's almost difficult to decide what to look at with him. His knees and elbows are just about permanently scraped and his hands are remarkably calloused. He almost certainly has several medical concerns.

Attire: Eden has a... strange wardrobe, to say the least. For his top, he wears a black sleeveless turtleneck (it's unclear whether it was always sleeveless or if they got ripped off at some point, but he finds it better than going shirtless), and he dons a bloodied parka jacket slung over his shoulders that he seldom actually puts on. He wears black techwear pants (he finds that the pockets come in handy) and a basic pair of black boots.

Personality: If there was one way Eden could be described, it'd be "in a hurry". His outward demeanor is somewhat stoic, being cold and dismissive by nature. He's mostly quiet, rarely talking to others, always seeming a bit far-away when he does. A level of unapproachability permeates through everything he does, down to the intimidatingly dark and dull resting expression that he's usually found with (better known as a "resting bitch face") and the bored, half zoned-out look he takes whenever being spoken to. He's always working towards something, always preoccupied -- he never seems to have time for anyone, and he sure as hell won't stop for them. The coolheaded stoicism is really only the first layer of it all, though. He very rarely bothers with anything, tending to put as little effort as possible into anything required of him unless he wants to do it. He only really does the things he wants to do, anyway -- he has a pretty one-track mind, in that sense. It edges into straight-up stubbornness as it's pretty damn difficult to talk him out of something he's already decided he's going to do, especially considering the fact he's always been one to immediately act on those impulses, anyway.

The coolheadedness definitely is real, however, if a little bit too much so. Eden is pretty unbothered by just about anything, which most certainly doesn't help the fact that he is extremely reckless. Perhaps his impulsivity has built on his wit, as the fast-moving nature of his person has certainly allowed him to think out his next move quickly and never second-guess himself, even if he probably should be doing so. His ability to keep his cool in almost every situation is probably one of his better traits, as surprisingly, he doesn't really have much of a temper, either -- the most rage he seems to feel is a minor annoyance, and it never seems to escalate much farther than that.

Eden... isn't the most fun to be around, as one may have guessed. Or maybe he's incredibly fun to be around. Really, it depends on the person, because one aspect that can make or break (but usually break) a relationship with him is the mischievousness that's present in his every action. Yes, Eden is very much run by spite -- a dull sort of spite, sure, but spite nonetheless. Despite his generally stoic exterior, the rage that he seems to lack mostly sets itself in the way he messes with other people. He doesn't have a filter and will say incredibly provoking things if he feels like it, he'll plant lies here and there in the name of starting drama, he'll start meaningless arguments about whether cereal should be considered a soup, he'll act batshit just to confuse people... he takes joy in being incredibly unpredictable, and it's visible in the rare grins he'll flash after successfully pissing the people around him off.

God, does Eden love to start shit.

Strengths:

+ Actor :: Eden's an excellent actor and an even eyter liar. Notably, he can also cry on cue, but he rarely uses that aspect of this skill. +

+ Athletic :: He's generally a fairly athletic person, being able to get around easily and being pretty physically strong, too. +

+ Brave :: He can do whatever with minimal hesitation. Sometimes it's a good thing, something it's a bad thing, but Eden considers it a positive trait. +

Weaknesses:

- No Depth Perception :: Eden suffers from a condition generally referred to as having one eye that has greatly affected his depth perception. As such, he tries to keep away from ranged weaponry, as any attempt to pinpoint moving targets usually fails. -

- Unapproachable :: Being uncooperative by nature, Eden isn't the ideal coworker, considering how difficult it is to gain his trust or his loyalty. He isn't great to have around as a friend, either, considering the fact one of his favorite hobbies is to start drama or arguments. Maybe he's just better left alone. -

- Headstrong :: He does what he wants and does not listen to the will of others unless that will aligns with his own. It's incredibly difficult for someone to get him to change an opinion on something, or get him to listen to them in the first place. -

Likes:

+ Dogs. +

+ Fluffy things in general. +

+ Cold weather. +

+ Fried food. Not that he's gotten access to it since the apocalypse started, but... +

+ Mayhem. +

+ Waking up early enough that the sun hasn't risen yet. It's a nice feeling, and you get to catch the sunrise, too. +

Dislikes:

- Small talk. -

- Excessive questions. -

- When people expect anything of him. -

- Rain. -

- Overly sugary foods. They make him feel sick. -

- Onions. He got dared to eat one raw back in the day, and he was sick for days after that. -

Reputation: Being an ex-celebrity from when civilization was still intact, Eden is well-known, albeit only if your definition of well-known is a bit skewed. It's been over 5 years and he's an adult by now, and with that and his marred visage, he's really only recognized in the Tony Hawk sense (i.e. people either vaguely recognize his appearance but don't know where from or think it's a coincidence he shares a name with the actor). Because of the nature of their situation, the fact that Eden is still alive isn't really a known fact, but someone could probably figure out who he is if they thought about it hard enough.

Weapons:

- He's the proud owner of a somewhat chipped hatchet. Not the ideal weapon, but it does its job. -

- A swiss army knife. It's pretty low on durability and too small to be incredibly useful but still comes in handy often. -

- A pistol. He only has 3 bullets on hand, but that doesn't matter. It's not meant for fighting. -

Rank: N/A; Loner

Affiliations: If accepted, TBD.

Significant Other: N/A, previous love interest is dead.

Offspring: N/A

Kin:

Claudia Nedbalek - Mother - Deceased

Finnick Nedbalek - Father - Deceased

Voice: His voice is somewhere between light and deep, if a little bit on the deeper side. There's a slight melodious and smooth tone to it; it probably would have been more noticeable if there wasn't a slight rasp to it, now, from thirst and probably a little bit of throat trauma.

Handwriting: His handwriting is best described as "simple". It's not chicken scratch, for sure, but it's something close to that -- capital letters scrawled across the page as quickly as possible as can still be legible.

Theme Song(s):

What Have You Become? - MNQN

History: When he was 16, Eden was a hotshot.

To be more specific, he was a child actor. He'd been acting since he was 13 or so, and upon getting a good role in a movie that ended up becoming especially popular, his popularity skyrocketed along with it. He'd always been a pretty good actor, and being a fairly attractive teenage boy definitely helped his chances. He didn't get the chance to get huge, so his fame was mild, at most, but he did have hardcore fans.

Not that it matters, anymore.

(Extremely brief; if anyone thinks their character would know Eden well as a celebrity, then I can elaborate on the things they'd know. Else will be revealed in RP.)

Other: If I need to change anything, do let me know!

Name: Ataeia Sigebryght

Age: 24

Sex: Female

Sexuality: Demisexual

Appearance: Ataeia stands out a bit more than she'd like to. Having oculocutaneous albinism, her skin is stark pale, almost white, and her hair is even lighter at a platinum blonde that could probably be described as actually white. Thick white lashes frame pale blue eyes, almost appearing a pale lavender with their violet tinge. Her expression is often shielded by thick, fluffy white hair, falling in her face despite her attempts to tie it back into a ponytail, often causing her to have to brush it out of her face. Thin, arched eyebrows only noticeable due to the fact they're paler than her face often take a furrowed position, pairing up with the remarkably dark eyebags underneath her eyes to make her look permanently tired and frustrated.

Of course, she has other traits that stand out, too. The most noticeable after her remarkable paleness would probably be her height, standing at 6'0, 6'2 added with the heels on her boots. She's built thinly, mostly; not necessarily lanky, though, as she doesn't really have the gangliness for that. She's more so along the lines of lithe, built with a pretty great amount of muscle. Her abs are defined and her arms and legs are noticeably well-built, and while she isn't particularly bulky, she sure is muscular enough to evoke a sense of fear when she gets pissed.

Out of her less noticeable traits, the one she dislikes most is probably her scarring. Luckily, only one is visible to any onlookers: a scar that cuts across her face from the lower right corner of her jaw to the area between the bridge of her nose and her eye. It gives her the vibe that she's been through quite a few fights, and it's proven correct upon examination of the rest of her body, crisscrossed in scars, scrapes, and bruises from traveling and fighting. A majority of them is from careless maneuvering, though some more precise cuts make it evident she's fought people before, too. She has an average bust and slender, sharp features, and her more intense expressions could probably burn a hole through metal. Her lips are dry and chapped, her nails are chipped, and she's generally in rough shape. Underneath that, though, there's still a fairly pretty face.

Attire: Ataeia generally tries to keep as much skin as possible, partially to lessen her chances of getting infected and partially to lessen her chances of simply getting a sunburn due to her paleness. As such, she usually dons a beige overcoat that ends a bit below her knees, trailing out behind her whenever she walks. It's not in incredible condition, the edges frayed and the sleeves partially ripped, but it covers her arms and has pockets, so... paired with the black gloves she usually wears, it works to cover her pretty damn well. Underneath it, she wears a basic black t-shirt, bandages wrapped around her neck to cover that skin and the scars that lie there. Her pants are dark denim and she has a belt to which her bag that carries most of her stuff is attached. She wears a pair of boots with a 2-inch heel (she always liked heels and she finds them useful for climbing, anyway), and she has a sun hat stored away in her bag for especially sunny days.

Accessories: Ataeia wears a cat-shaped amulet hung around her neck that she keeps tucked into the collar of her shirt, never to open it. It's a relatively simple black cat head with small jewels for eyes that can open up for the owner to put something in it. Considering it's never visible and she'd never show the contents to anyone if they did find it, nobody knows what's inside, or even if there is something in it.

Personality: Ataeia is a good person. That's what she tells herself, and that's what she tries to be. She has a goal in mind and it's to protect as many people as she can, to save everyone she comes across who needs her help, to heal the wounded. She'd do just about anything in order to achieve that, and if anyone dies on her watch, she'll blame herself the most no matter the situation.

With that description, you'd expect her to be a pretty nice person, right?

Haha. No.

It's not like Ataeia is a rude one, per se. She's just, ah... bitter. She has a level of bitterness to everything she does, really; her words tend to have a bite of acid to him, she usually seems just a little bit pissed off, if anybody does anything even slightly stupid she will stare them down with a withering, unrelenting rage. Her patience is remarkably thin at all times, yet never seems to wear out -- she's always at a point where she's just barely tolerating every terrible, dumb thing that happens to her, at a point where it seems one more little thing could be the thing to make her snap, yet it never really does. She is very tolerant, in that sense, able to willfully protect even the most obnoxious people, not that she'll be happy about it.

Another good way to describe her would be "tired". Tired's probably one of the best words you could use, honestly -- she's fought more zombies than she can count from her tendency to force herself to the front line, and she's usually the one to keep the people around her out of trouble due to her nature. That applies in the sense where she keeps others out of danger, of course, but she tries to keep them in line, too. That's where her maternal (or perhaps sisterly) traits kick in; she's usually the one to keep others out of mischief or from doing stupid things. She has a pretty deep hatred of bullshit from years of working in customer service, so she'll usually be the one to hold someone else back by the arms if they're about to do something they'll regret. It's partially out of a level of responsibility she feels for the people around her, too, weighing down on her shoulders like a bag of bricks and adding to the tiredness she carries with her day by day.

Maybe it makes sense, then, while Ataleia is so bitter. She isn't entirely abrasive, though -- she doesn't really even hate people. She doesn't trust incredibly easily, used to having to be the one trust is placed in, but when she does, it comes with a sort of relief. Yes, she's eager to be able to trust people, really. When she knows the people around her can share her burden, she's far happier. Certainly not bubbly, and not soft in any capacity, really, but she'll be a little bit looser, a little more willing to joke and laugh and share a moment. Her moments where she's able to relax are few and far in between, but she'd be happy to be able to have one with a friend.

She's kind in many a sense, among people she can trust. Even among those she can't trust, there'll be moments where her friendlier traits shine through. She's more than willing to listen to people's emotions and feelings, and generally, to listen to them. She's not incredibly emotionally available, herself, being someone to never let anyone else know how she feels due to the fact she feels being someone else's responsibility at any point in time is a crime, but she'll usually be able to see when something or someone is fucked up and point it out. She's pretty good at pointing out issues, or places where there is room for improvement, which makes her a surprisingly good source for advice. She'd be willing to give it to anyone who asks her for it, really -- while she'd never be willing to do anything that would compromise herself or other people, she'd be more than willing to give advice to even the people she despises most, as a part of the ideals she holds herself to.

At her core, though, Ataeia is desperate for an excuse to be alive.

Strengths:

+ Listener :: Ataeia is pretty good at lending an ear to the people around ber if need be, and thanks to her grounded nature, she's pretty good at giving advice, too. +

+ Strong :: Ataeia is incredibly strong, both physically and mentally. She can take quite a hit and deal one, too. +

+ Restraint :: Despite the fact that she certainly doesn't seem like it, Ataeia's incredibly good at biting her tongue and taking it. She can deal with incredibly annoying people and orders, even if only barely. +

Weaknesses:

+ Easily Frustrated :: Ataeia has quite a lot of rage inside her. She gets frustrated with things pretty easily, and while she's not really one to give up, it sure is easy to make her start complaining or yelling. +

+ Repressed :: She represses her emotions and refuses to let other people help her. Obviously, not ideal. +

+ Poor Vision :: Her eyesight isn't incredibly good due to her albinism. She has still-working contact lenses to help, but it's still pretty bad. +

Likes:

+ Peace and quiet every once in a while. +

+ Trust. +

+ Cats. Mainly self-sufficient, but still beautiful and friendly. She respects and adores them. +

+ Spicy foods. +

+ Writing. +

+ The rain. +

+ Learning about other people's hobbies, interests, or cultures. It's always been interesting to her. +

Dislikes:

- Not being able to save someone. -

- Feeling useless. -

- Mayhem. -

- Death. Death is her worst enemy. Death is a curse. Sometimes she looks up and wonders why such a terrible concept was ever created, whether it was created to spite her, a taker of all, and a terrible temptress that forever looms in the corner of her vision in the form of awful memories and rotting corpses, living or unmoving. She hates death. -

- Hot weather. -

- Anything she finds pointless. -

Reputation: Ataeia is known as just a little bit unapproachable due to her bitter attitude. Still, she's generally considered reliable and a good person to come to when it comes to reigning in the more troublesome members of the group. People tend to be just a teensy bit afraid of her, though, and it's especially a mistake to cause any mischief when she's in the general area unless you're already close to her.

Weapons:

- A revolver. She only uses it when she's sure it won't draw attention, but she's pretty damn good with it. -

- A machete, for close-range battles. -

- Her longbow, which is her main weapon. -

Rank: Resident. She's not particularly skilled enough for the observer or hunter categories, but she'd make a pretty good second/in-command if the role ever opened up. She hopes to god it won't, though.

Affiliations: TBD

Significant Other: N/A

Offspring: N/A. Not planning on it, either.

Kin:

??? - Father - Unknown

Rosalie Sigebryght - Mother - Deceased

Raynier Sigebryght - Brother - Deceased

Voice: Her voice is fairly gravelly from years of... well, the apocalypse. It'd never been that expressive, but it takes a slightly deadpan tone with every word especially so now.

Handwriting: Her handwriting is neat, a pretty, slightly slanted print written with a light hand. Her script is borderline unreadable, though, as she never actually properly learned it and thus bullshits how she thinks it should look. It's kind of just small letters written without her picking up her pencil, so somewhere between doctor handwriting and hastily written, ugly print.

Other: Let me know if I should change anything.