This rp is between myself and Roaw, please don't post here if your not one of us, thanks!

Name:Eirian (ay-ree-on) Alexander Rouge

Nickname:Some may call him Air or even Alexander

Age:22?

Gender:Male

Pronouns:Any but she/her

Sexuality:Demiromantic and Polysexual (likes men and nonbinary people)

Eirian likes to dress fairly androgynous sometimes and their favourite clothing piece is a crop top. He can speak 6 different languages fluently and partly four. The languages he speaks fluently include Welsh, Italian, English, Dutch, Swedish and Polish

(Learnt in this order)

Personality:You really wanna know this guy? He's a grumpy mother fucker, it's been known to be a narcissist although they have been trying to work on that. Yeah, they've hurt many people but do you really think Enfys could care? Nope, he's an emotionless dickhead

Or so it seems this way...

~Delaney O’Connor~

~Nickname(s)~
Del

~Age~
19 y/o

~Gender~
Male
Not too bothered by pronouns, uses mostly he/him for himself but they/them or whatever someone else sees fit is also completely fine by him

~Sexuality~
Pansexual

~Appearance~

(Credits~ @人間(男)メーカー(仮 on Picrew)
(Not completely accurate but gives you a rough idea)

Delaney, or Del as he’s more commonly called, stands at 5’10. He's not tall, nor is he short. In terms of muscle, there's not much for him to brag about, he's got an average-looking body, at best, you could call it slightly toned but that would be stretching it. His skin is a nice warm beige color, slightly sunburnt from spending a lot of time outside.

The guy's face is speckled with light freckles that spread down onto his shoulders. His eyes have a dark blue color, almost to the point where they appear black and his eyelashes are long and dark, making many girls jealous of them. Del’s eyebrows are rather thin and ever so slightly arched towards the end. His nose is nothing too out of the ordinary, average in size, slightly pointy, however it is a bit crooked over the bridge due to an old injury. As for his lips, they are average in size, possibly leaning slightly towards the thinner side of the spectrum, and most of the time, they can be seen forming a playful smirk.

When it comes to hair, Del’s hair is a mess. It’s black in color and very fluffy, slightly curly and kept between short and medium in length. The man does cut it himself, and it's not neatly done, making it look more unkempt and messy than what it would if he just took proper care of it. He does leave it alone to do its own thing most of the time so the best way to describe it is simply, a mess.

When it comes to body modifications he doesn't have any tattoos but he does have piercings, a septum piercings, both ear lobes pierced, as well as a helix piercing in his right ear, nothing much really. As for scaring there isn't much to say either. As mentioned before, his nose is slightly crooked but there aren't any scars. The only notable scar is the long medical one going down the side of his right leg, starting at the top and running all the way down to his knee.

Del’s clothing style is nothing too impressive, a pair of jeans paired with a t-shirt or hoodie does it for him, sometimes he may wear an open flannel shirt over but that's about as exciting as it gets. As for accessories, a thin silver chain around his neck is all you’ll get, apart from his piercings of course.

~Personality~
Delaney isn't exactly everyone's cup of tea, so to say. There isn't a serious bone in the young man's body, he survives purely on his ability to talk his way out of anything and joke about just about any situation he ends up in.

He can be quite sarcastic, something that others often mistake for plain rudeness. Really he's the type that you either hate right from the start or you tolerate and he slowly starts growing on you, pretty much.

Del is often pretty unbothered by whatever is going on around him, he's one to laugh through a near death experience. Honestly, he does have a few screws loose. As long as he's able to get through life relatively smoothly, he's not one to complain though.

The guy has always done whatever is convenient and most profitable for him so while he's quite the friendly and talkative guy, he's not oblivious, you can't take advantage of him easily. If he does something for you then that probably means you can, and will, do something for him.

He’s not easy to piss off but if you succeed, he’s not one to fight you or start yelling. His mouth is his most valuable asset and he puts it to use even when angry, poking at every little insecurity that he can find until he feels better.

~Likes~
The woods
Other people
Food
Cats
Reading

~Dislikes~
Relying on others/Getting attached
Physical labour
Being alone
Getting ignored
Thunderstorms

~Strengths~
Talking ~ Ability to talk himself out of everything.
Climbing ~ He can climb just about any tree or building, having climbed a lot since he was just a little kid.
Ability to adapt ~ He’s not bothered by plans suddenly changing, he takes life as it comes and if plans change in the middle of something, he just shrugs his shoulders and starts planning his next move.

~Weaknesses~
Trust issues ~ While it's not obvious at first, he's got trust issues and he doesn't want to ever depend on someone else. He’s learnt to use others before they get a chance to use him.
Fighting skills ~ Del doesn't know how to fight one bit, he's awful at it and it's a wonder he still manages to stay alive, he does rely a bit too much on the power of his own words.
Physical strength ~ While he can pull himself up into a tree, that's about it, he's not crazy strong, nothing out of the ordinary.

~Other~
Has a black, long-haired cat that follows him around wherever he goes, he calls her Shadow since she's like a shadow to him. That cat is the only one who he lets use him, he feeds and makes sure she gets water before himself, caring for her as if she's his child. He absolutely adores the feline and would kill anyone who dares hurts her.

Dude's got a playlist:
Delaney

A figure could be seen darting between buildings, disappearing into the shadows every few seconds. In any other situation this would be considered suspicious, but in the middle of an apocalypse it was what was needed to survive. Everything was silent, eerily so, but this didn't bother Eirian for it was much better silent than hearing something approaching you. He stopped in an alleyway to catch his breath. They wouldn't stop for long, it was better to keep moving anyway, it had kept them alive this long already and that's how it planned to keep it. Eirian wondered how long it would be until they came across a store or something, they were running low on resources and needed to get some stuff. He swung his bag off his shoulder and looked through it, there was a few spare change of clothes and a limited amount of food left, hence one of the reasons for him moving on.

Eirian started moving again, keeping his pace in a steady jog and zigzagging in different directions, wasn't as efficient in covering ground but was better in being able to dart for some cover quicker. It was early morning, the sun rising in the sky, the time of day didn't matter much to Eirian, just meant it was more difficult when it got darker. He didn't know the last time when he had had a proper sleep. Of course Eirian knew about the clans and groups banding together to get through this, but that wasn't something they wanted to do. It had been offered to join a group when the apocalypse first started but Eirian couldn't think of anything worse than trying to get resources for a group, he much rathered just looking out for themself and stealing from other groups. Did he care that he took what they needed? No, of course not. As long as he had what he needed, it couldn't care about the others trying to live through it. They did miss a few things but really he was doing alright. Eirian chuckled among these thoughts and picked his pace up seeing some more buildings up ahead, holding the likelihood of a store and resources.

The streets were quiet around the young man walking down them, the rising sun painting them a soft orange color. Trotting in front of him was a black cat, head raised and alert, the man however was not nearly as alert as his companion. The black-haired man was far more preoccupied with the book in his hand, not caring to be careful and not make any sounds, instead he was stepping on every other leaf and stick that got in his way.

Delaney, as the black-haired one was named, had been sent out to go scavenging for supplies, something the man was not a fan of but after some debating with the higher ranked ones in his group, he had left.

They were always told to be alert and ready for anything when leaving camp, especially alone, but to no one's surprise, Del did not follow that. Instead he trusted that the fluffy little cat in front of him would warn him if he needed to look up.

And as if on cue, the cat let out a low hiss and stopped abruptly, causing the man behind her to stop and look up, “What darling?” He stepped closer to the cat as he glanced around. There was some rattling coming from the alleyway between two buildings and the cat stood staring right into the darkness. “Intruders, hm?”

Del reached behind himself, dropping his book into the slightly opened bag on his back and instead grabbing a crowbar that stuck out halfway. Crouching down, the man pet the cat while smiling softly, “Dead or not? Whatcha think Shadow?”

The cat let out another low hiss in response and Del grabbed a rock off the ground as he stood back up “Oi! Rotten or not, you’re intruding,” he called before he sent the rock flying the alleyway. Hearing the rock hit the wall, Del expected to see at least one face emerge, preferably rotting, that way he wouldn't have to deal with some loner trying to steal supplies from their territory.

It was neither though. Instead of a humanoid creature peering back at him and making their way towards him, there was something else. That something else was something that surprised both him and Shadow. Out from the alley came a coyote who took off towards the woods instead of towards them.

With a light chuckle, Delaney picked his companion up and put her on his shoulder, “See? It was nothing,” his tone grew soft each time he spoke to the cat, he would baby that cat to the point where it would get ridiculous at times but how could he not? She was just an innocent little creature full of love, you would have to be inhumanely cold hearted to not like her.

“Let us find something quick so we can get this over with soon,” he spoke, telling Shadow the plan as he started walking again.

Eirian traveled as effortlessly as he always had. Silent and swift. It had kept him alive this long and he planned for it to keep going that way. There wasn't much on they're mind, it wasn't like he could spare time to think, most of it's thought processes were used up by having to be aware all the time. One mistake could end in disaster, all it took was just one measly second and everything could be over for you. Not that Eirian would ever let that happen, he was determined to keep itself alive, no matter what it took. Besides xey trusted xer own instincts too much to think that anything would happen to them. Besides Eirian followed their own initiative.

Eirian twisted around on the balls of his feet hearing something behind him. Every muscle poised in his body, adrenaline already coursing through his veins screaming fight or flight at them. Instantly it relaxed as they saw it was just a coyote running off to wherever it planned to go. Eirian brushed itself off with a quiet chuckle and carried on with their swift movement.

The sun was blaring down now onto the streets, it was going to be a fairly nice day but Eirian prefered the rain and a sigh escaped past his lips. They slowed down as they headed more into what seemed to be the town, it would likely be more difficult to find anything on the outskirts. This was where Eirian had to be even more careful, the buildings got more crowded around, which meant more zombie's, but also now there was a higher risk of running into someone on patrol or, even worse, a group of people. It had happened before when Eirian had entered someone's 'territory' and there was no way they wanted a repeat of that experience. He shifted his bag more onto his shoulder and headed towards what looked to provide some promising resources, slowing down to a fast paced walk.

Delaney continued his walk down the abandoned and run down streets of the once busy and alive city, a low purring filling his ears as Shadow laid down on his shoulders, keeping a watchful eye at their surroundings.

Del himself had yet to put the crowbar back in his bag and was instead slowly dragging it behind him, the sound of it rasping against the cracked asphalt beneath his feet. If there was anyone around, he would surely alert them, but he didn't seem to care, stealth was not his current objective, his current objective was to find some supplies so he could then get the hell out of here.

Being in a group with other survivors sure had its perks but those perks also came with a lot of downsides, for example, boring missions like this.

After another few minutes of aimless walking, Del came across what he'd been looking for, a small corner store, almost hidden away at the end of an alleyway. The glass door had a few cracks on it, almost as if someone had tried to bash it open with their bare hands.

He felt the warmth of his feline friend leave his shoulders as she jumped down onto the ground, sniffing around a bit on the ground and investigating. The dark-haired man watched her silently for a few seconds before his eyes landed on a bag and what looked to have once been clothes, ripped to pieces with dried bloodstains interfering with its original colors.

“Looks like that poor bastard couldn't get to safety soon enough,” he mumbled, his eyes returning to the cracks on the glass door, “Tried they did though, ay?”

Taking a step back, Del looked down at the crowbar in his hand, twisting it a little before chuckling softly, “Sucks to be them, or what do you say Shadow?”

He looked at the cat with a grin on his lips. “Let's see if the rottens who did that are around still then? Careful darling,” he told the cat, making sure she was out of harm's way before swinging the crowbar, bowing his head slightly to avoid the splattering glass hitting his face.

The loud noise of the shattering glass filled the nearby streets for a second before they returned to silence once more.

A joyful laugh escaped Del’s mouth as he looked at the million pieces of glass that now laid scattered around him on the ground, his eyes glistering playfully as he looked at the beautiful mess, the orange light of the morning sun having found its way into the alleyway and reflecting onto the glass shatter, making it look like a bunch of little diamonds at his feet. Oh how pissed Frenzy, the leader of his group, would be if she knew how carefree Del was going about all this, but she wasn't here, so why would he care?

“Wait here Shadow, I'll be back soon, let me know if anyone’s coming,” he paused briefly before looking at the cat and giving her a wink, “And watch your step.”

Could the cat understand him? Most likely not. Did he care? Definitely not. She was his friend and companion and despite there being a definite communication barrier, Shadow was a smart cat, she knew to warn for intruders, rotten or not, and she knew that her life was far easier with Del around, the man would rather starve himself than let her go hungry and he would do anything to keep her out of danger. She provided him with company and a watchful eye, he provided her with food and a safer, easier life, they didn't need to speak the same language to know that that was the deal between them.