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~Raven West~

Age:

23

Gender:

Female

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Appearance:

Raven is a woman of average height, standing around 5'6" and she weighs in at a light 125 pounds. Her body has an hourglass shape with a decently sized bust and hips. Her legs are slightly long in comparison to the rest of her body. Her skin is smooth and a pale porcelain in color with only a single beauty mark at the outer corner of her left eye.

Her face is heart shaped, with high cheek bones, a narrow chin, and a soft, slightly rounded jawline. Her nose is slim and slightly upturned and she has rosey plump lips. Her eyes are light green with golden specks and almond shaped with long dark lashes. Raven has straight deep black hair that ends just at her rear, though it is normally kept in a single braid or in a ponytail.
Her wardrobe consists of mainly whatever she can get her hands on, but currently is a set of thick black leggings and a black v-neck shirt with an oversized flannel and combat boots.
She does have one tattoo, which consists of three birds on the back of her shoulder. She also has multiple piercings along both of her ears. She does have a few scars from general happenings and roughhousing, but a more major scar can be found running along the length of her left leg.

Personality:

Raven was once a caring and loveable person who enjoyed every aspect of life. She used to be the life of the party and always carrying on and picking on people and She was always happy go lucky and was quite the optimist, but the world as of late has complicated things for her.

The Raven of today is tired and losing hope. The apocalypse has taken everyone and everything she ever cared about and the lack of living human interaction has turned her into a moping mess. She's quiet and typically lost in her own depressive thoughts.

Likes:

Cold Weather

Reading

Dancing

Swimming

Dislikes:

Being Hot

Sweet Foods

Being Alone

Small Spaces

Strengths:

Agility: Raven is quite fast and is able to maneuver in the most complicated of situations. She's spent most of her time running instead of fighting.

Scavenger: Raven can get anything and everything she needs by simply scavenging through nature. She does well with snooping through buildings throughly as well.

Swimming: Not only is it something she loves to do, it has helped her escape some really sticky situations. After all, the undead are lousy swimmers.

Weaknesses:

Clumsy: Although she's quick on her feet, she often finds her balance to be very off. Tripping while running is probably one of her biggest fears as every second counts in this world.

Careless: Raven has lost everything. She could careless about whether she lives or dies, so what does it matter if she's loud or does something that could result in her being hurt?

Claustrophobic: Small spaces are not good for this woman. She will freak out in a heart beat, so don't bother trying to have her hide in a cramped area unless you're prepared to shut her up.

~Ivan Slater~

~Nickname(s)~
Ive, Van, Ivy

~Age~
25 y/o

~Gender~
Male

~Sexuality~
Bisexual

~Appearance~
Standing at 6’1 with porcelain skin and a lanky looking body, Ivan doesn't look like much for the world. He does however have what people would call a sleeper build, he appears skinnier and frailer than what he really is.

The man has a diamond shaped face with a defined jawline and a straight, ever so slightly upturned nose. Ivan’s lips are rather average and they hide a pearly white smile. His canines are a bit more pointed than what is seen as normal, giving his smile a bit more of an unique look. He has slightly upturned eyes with a light hazel green color, accompanied by dark brown eyebrows who are rather average in size and thickness and a tiny bit arched towards the ends. As for hair, Ivan has wavy pure white locks in a messy cut, that rests just at his nape.

Running through the man's left eyebrow and making a slit in it is an old scar. Besides that he doesn't have many notable scars but he does frequently injure himself while doing stupid and reckless stuff and it's not uncommon for him to wear a bandage or band aid to cover up a wound or two. Apart from that he has a beauty mark near the corner of his left eye.

When it comes to body modifications he doesn't have anything major, just a small silver ring in his right ear and on the inside of his right forearm he has a tattoo of a motorcycle with some landscape behind it.

Ivan’s never been picky when it comes to clothes, most commonly he's seen wearing some jeans with a t-shirt and a flannel. He does also have an old oversized leather jacket which he wears very rarely.

Ivan

~Personality~
Ivan’s a kind and social guy. He loves talking to others and he's usually able to see the best in everyone and every situation. The man always tries to stay positive and keep the mood up.

If there is one thing that's extremely important to the man, it's loyalty. If you're his friend then he will be a 100% loyal to you and he expects the same back. He stays loyal to you as long as he gets loyalty back. Screw him over once and betray that trust and loyalty then don't ever expect that he’ll let you get close to him again.

There are few who are as helpful and caring as Ivan, he would never hesitate for a second to help a person in need and he cares for everyone around him, even if they may have wronged him in the past it doesn't matter when it comes to someone needing help. He cares too much for others sometimes.

As for anger, Ivan sure isn't one to anger quickly. He keeps a leveled-head in most situations where others would blow up. He doesn't see why there should be a need to get riled up for the smallest of things and often just tries to find the bright side to everything. When he can't do that he either finds a compromise or shrugs it off. Basically, it’s extremely rare for him to get angry.

~Likes~
Plants
Dogs
Drawing
Motorcycles
Climbing

~Dislikes~
Coffee
Being alone
Settling down
Water
Silence

~Strengths~
Handling firearms ~ When he was younger he would go hunting with his father and his buddies so from a young age he learnt to handle and use them.

Mechanic ~ Ivan’s great with pretty much anything that has a motor and he can get creative when it comes to repairing or building new things.

Climbing ~ Being very agile and having a strong grip makes one good for climbing, pair that with little to no fear of heights and you have Ivan. He’ll climb just about anything, either out of necessity or just for fun.

~Weaknesses~
Swimming ~ Ivan never learnt to swim due to having such a strong fear of water from a young age, he’ll do anything but swim.

Reckless ~ As long as something doesn't involve a body of water then Ivan is up for just about anything which means he often does stupid things, resulting in him injuring himself or getting in trouble a lot.

Unorganized ~ He is everywhere and nowhere. Ivan is the most unorganized person you’ll find, he can turn a neat and tidy space into absolute chaos in a matter of minutes. He can put something down and the next second when you ask him for it, he won't know where he put it.

~Other~
Ivan has a 3 year old border collie named Ila who he's had since she was a puppy. She’s lilac colored with white markings and pale green eyes.

Ila

Whining filled the room that the young man had made his resting place for the night. Just as the man by the name Ivan had started drifting off to sleep, the intense heat having drained all his energy during the day, his dog Ila had turned restless.

At first, Ivan had done his best to ignore it, figuring that the dog had just sensed a walker nearby but since the door was barricaded and they were on the second story, no one could get it.

Ila persisted though, running between the windows and Ivan, nudging and scratching at her owner to get his attention and eventually, the man sat up with a soft groan, rubbing his eyes a little before reaching to pet the border collie, only to discover that she'd run over to the window again.

“What's got you so worried sweetheart?” He questioned as he stood up and walked closer, peering out the window to find what was agitating the canine. “That's just the hoard we saw earlier, they can't get us here, don't worry,” Ivan assured as he petted the head of Ila.

When he turned around to go lay back down, the dog let out a sharp bark and jumped up against the window. “Ila, shh. No barking, you know that,” the man turned back around and looked out the window once more, “Seriously what's going on?”

That's when he finally saw it. A person stood dead still as the hoard moved towards them and in the matter of seconds, Ivan sprung into action, throwing on his shoes and grabbing his bag filled with supplies. He casted a quick glance around the room to make sure he had everything, as much as he wanted to save that person he had to make sure he had all his stuff in case it was a trap and some people were trying to steal his supplies.

Next, he moved the barricade quickly and threw the door open. As he rushed down the stairs, Ila two steps in front, he dug through his bag, grabbing his pistol before putting the back on his back.

Once out on the street, all he had to do was give a low whistle and the lilac colored dog took off full speed. Having a herding dog had its perks, however it had been a bit of a struggle as herding a hoard of walkers wasn't the same as a herd of sheep. They had eventually gotten it down though and Ila knew her job, if she wanted to move the zombies then she had to get them to follow her.

As Ivan moved closer the sound of Ila’s barking drowned out the groans and shuffling of the walkers and he could see the dog dashing around, leading the rotting corpses away to give her owner a way to reach the person in the middle which walkers were still closing in on.

“Hey! Get out of there!” The young man called out as he ran towards the person, eyes watching for walkers trying to get him or for any signs that this was a potential trap.

The sound of the barking of course had gotten Raven's attention, but she was too invested in what she was currently doing. It would be her last act of actual life and she was at peace with that. However, the dog wasn't going to make accomplishing that so easy.

The dog had already started to catch the attention of the hoard, drawing them away from her. The first thoughts to her head were those of panic, as she knew it would take a while before she worked up the courage to lay down her life again.

Raven almost began to follow, to just dive into the hoard and get it over with, but a human voice brought her back. She turned to face the person, though taking a few uneasy steps back. "No! Don't endanger yourself for me," she said, putting her hands out. Just because she wanted to have her life ended, didn't mean she'd have someone else waste theirs for her.

Most of the walkers drew further away in pursuit of the dog, but a good few did linger due to the two warm bodies close to them. "I... I want this," she said, tears welling up in her green eyes. But did she? She had already doubted herself so many times and she was so, so scared to give in to deaths grasp.

The remainder of hoard closed in on her, meer feet away from gaining a meal. Raven glanced quickly between the man and the zombies being her, wondering what choice she should make at that point.

There was the chance that if he tried to save her, they'd both die or she'd end up being just as miserable as before since she'd still be alive. Raven didn't know what she wanted.

On one hand, she wanted to die and join all those she had lost, but on the other, she was still terrified of leaving. Plus, if she stayed a living soul on this earth, she had the chance to no longer be alone. Afterall, there was at least one human who was still good enough to be concerned with someone trying to give themselves to the walkers.

She knew many people held traps in such a way, but even then he still came out to see what was going on. This man could be her saving grace, but one factor still remained:

Raven truly believes that death is the only way that she'll ever be happy again.

"I... I want this."

Those three words caught the young man off-guard and for a moment he just froze, confusion painting his face as he stared at the woman, shutting out the fact that there were walkers inching closer to the both of them as he tried to comprehend what the woman had just said. He refused to believe it though, there was no way someone could want this. To be torn apart by the teeth of rotting corpses, it was one hell of a way to go and there was no way anyone wanted it. He must have misheard.

Shaking his head, Ivan re-entered reality, no longer frozen in place and watching what was slowly unfolding in front of him. Instead he lifted the hand with his pistol in and fired at the head of one of the zombies that were the closest to the stranger. Watching it drop to the ground, he didn't hesitate to shoot the next one as he moved closer to the woman.

“Come here, I’ve got a safe place and food. If we stay here much longer they will get us,” he told her, holding his free hand out for her to grab once he was close enough. His eyes searched for a way out though, something that grew harder and harder the longer they stayed here. He could only shoot so many and this horde was far too big for him to end them all, or even a big enough portion to ensure a safe way out.

“I promise I won't hurt you so please trust me,” Ivan spoke again, his hazel green gaze flickering to look at the black-haired woman for a second, his gaze almost pleading. He couldn't stand to see anymore people get hurt, not when he had a chance to save them, he wouldn't allow it, even if it meant putting himself at risk.

((So sorry that it's really short but I had no clue what else to write, I promise that my next post will be longer and better!))