Name: Dampa Dache

Age: 35

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Appearance: Dampa is 6'2 and has a rather slender and fit body. He weighs 176 pounds. He is Tibetan, and his skin tone is a light tan color with a slight cream tint to it. His face has a distinctive Asian appearance. His hair color is pitch black and is cut short. He has a chinstrap mustache. His eyes are a dark brown color, which almost appear black in certain light levels. His facial expression idols at what would appear to be a relaxed or calm expression. He wears tight t-shirts, ofthen without a design and tend to have a dark color. The pants he wears are thick cotton pants which are usually a cream color. He wears a necklace with a tiger's eye jewel on the end in the shape of a fang. He has a full sleeve tattoo going down his left arm that goes onto his chest. The tatto resembles a Native American tribal pattern. He has a small scar on the upper left of his forehead. His voice is rather high pitch and very feminine (his voice may sound feminine but it is easily distinguished from a women). He walks with a limp and uses a cane to walk for long distances. The cane is made from a dark black metal with a tigers eye crystal ball on the top where it would be held. He has a tigers eye beaded anklet on his right ankle (his non prosthetic leg). Dampa has a large scar on the lower part of his jaw that goes all the way up to the back of his ear and curves around to the back of his neck. This scar was caused by an attack back in Tibet. When he runs he also limps and tends to have a distinctive thrust towards the left when he runs. This can be a problem for him when running in uneven ground and he will need to run alongside another survivor. He wears a belt made of black mumba skin that has a silver buckle to it. He has one set of earrings that are made from a falcon feather with small beads. On the back of his head he has a small braid that is covered with beads (due to his short hair this braid is easy to see from the back and the side). He can lift roughly around 215 pounds for a short period of time. He cannot lift anything for a long period of time so when he lifts something of such large mass it can only be for a brief amount of time.

Personality: Dampa Dache is very calm and collected. He tends to keep his composure during challenging events (there are exceptions to this during life threatening events). Dampa is a social butterfly, and will talk to anyone who is interested in talking. He used to be a snake breeder and loves to spend his time with wild snakes and reptiles. He knows what snakes are vemonmos and what are not. His knowledge on snake and reptile care are very advance. When he gets stressed he will tend to become very hostile and will need time to himself if so. The best way to calm him is to talk about topics he likes, these would be snakes, reptiles, hunting, culture from Tibet, and his old ball python who died earlier that year. When he is confronted by another person he tends to freeze up and might not reply right away or he might insult them without being fully aware of his choice of words. He hates children and tries to avoid contact with anyone under the age of 18 years. If he happens to interact with a young person, he will purposely act as if he is not interested in their interaction. When he is happy he can get loud and sometimes distruptive and currently needs to work on controlling the volume of his voice. Despite coming from Tibet due to a war he shows very little signs of having PTSD. He is very open to talking about problems witch certain people as long as they are not young. He hates rats and will kill them without hesitation. He dose not have remorse for harming rats and finds them to be rather repulsive and undignified creatures. He thinks rats are unpure and need to be gotten rid of the help purify the planet. During times when Dampa is sad he will find a place to be away for everyone around him. During these times he will completely ignore anyone trying to speak to him (unless he finds it necessary). Despite his age he still has a lot of room to learn things and is very open minded to trying new things out. He can pick up on practical things very easily but struggles with learning things such as languages, mathematics, and body language from other people.

Relatives: Dampa's family members are located in Tibet. Dampa dose not know his they survived. He Imigrated to the US when he was 21 years due to a war that broke out. He only has contact to his disabled niece.

Affiliations: He used to work for a reptile breeder back in Tibet and he had learned all of his knowledge from his mentor since he was 11 years old. He breeds his own snakes in US and ships them worldwide.

Other: Dampa has a prosthetic leg that has a desert camouflage print on it. He can run very fast despite this. He has arrived at an airport so he can go back to Tibet to reunite with his niece.

Here for a fun time, not a long time.

Charlie is a man of average height, standing at barely 5'7". With how he walks in a slouch (his little sister likes to call him a "fucked-up banana" at times), he can appear a full inch shorter. His physique can be described as follows: he has no idea what the hell a gym is. I.e., he pants like he's run a marathon whenever he lifts a half-full jug of milk. I.e., he's a famine in human form. I.e., he's skinny as hell. Not that this is his fault, he likes to say, as his job pertains to abuse of keyboards, not abuse of his muscles, so it's only natural that he'd have limbs so thin one would think a gentle breeze could break them all right in half. Still, if his diet wasn't 99% Cheez-Its and broccoli pizza, he'd probably have a body shape akin to a trapezoid, and he wouldn't be so boney. Alas.

He looks much younger than his age, and he's often confused to be in his early twenties. His features are Asian and distinctly androgynous, and he is said to be incredibly attractive (not that he can ever figure out why). He has voluminous and completely black hair, the onyx color contrasting sharply with his ivory skin and making him look even paler than he already is (his little sister likes calling him Edward sometimes to piss him off. It's not his fault he's a hermit! It's part of his job, Sadie, shut the hell up.). The dark strands obtain just the slightest bit of a silver hue whenever there's bright enough light, reaching just below his ears. In full, his hair is an absolute mess of curls and spikes, looking as if he hasn't combed it in thirty years. The mop of chaos somehow further softens his face, making his cheeks look even more oh-so-squishable, and complements his bright, lively hazel eyes perfectly. He looks... innocent. Youthful. Carefree. Happy. Like the most pain he's gone through in his life was the untimely death of a goldfish all the way back from when he was three.

Heh. If only they knew.

As for his attire, Charlie doesn't wear anything loud and tends to go for heavy-set long-sleeved items. He has a taste for dark, muted Earth tones: grays, blues, and black. He has a love for hoodies, windbreakers, sweatpants, and wide-leg dress pants. Formal and tight-fitting styles disgust him; he likes loose and baggy fabrics, ones that make him look like a pillow and not the malnourished fucker he is. Accessory-wise, he wears a silver cross necklace and gold cross earrings.

...There isn't much else to him, really. He'd rather it stays that way.

Acquiantances and those who got lucky enough to be called his friend describe him as someone who's stuck in a body too old for him. He acts as if he's seventeen, as if he is nowhere close to thirty. He is flamboyant and animated, sprightly and spirited, a ball of perky, vibrant enthusiasm—the definition of happy-go-lucky, blase, and vivacious. His vocabulary is 70% Gen Z slang, memes, and references, further complementing his youthful, carefree, near-blithe disposition. He's... easily likeable. Laid back. Upbeat. Fun. His unabating longing to socialize makes him impossible to avoid; if one happens upon him, one wouldn't be able to leave the Earth without many memories of his easygoing, frivolous character. But, really, who wouldn't want him to grace their presence? He's a joy to be around—if one doesn't find his incessant talking and overdramatic mannerisms annoying. Being around someone as loose and gleeful as he makes himself out to be can be a breath of fresh air in an oppressive environment.

But his achievements betray his indefatigable nature. Charlie is determined, the very definition of purposive and stalwart. He worked hard to get where he is now in life, shed liters and liters of blood, sweat, and tears for a place in society before he allowed himself to relax. He's far from a pushover, and won't let anything get in the way of his goals. Once he is given a purpose, he will stop at nothing to achieve it. He loves being useful, so much so where he'll abandon anyone who slows him down for the sake of productivity and getting things done. He will go as far as manipulating people to accomplish whatever it is he's dedicated every fiber of his existence, and he will throw them to the wolves when they stop being of use to him. No one quite knows how brutal he is—mostly because he's so good at hiding it.

This, however, does not make him any less of a little shit.

His younger sister told him once that he was the product of Satan and Judas fucking under Jesus's bed. This cannot be any farther from a lie, for Charlie can be extremely goddamn mischievous. Really, you wouldn't think him so unforgiving, distrustful, and objective when he's out here maniacally laughing his lungs to oblivion and pranking those unlucky enough to be a part of his ten-mile-long Instagram friends list. But the more one talks to him, the more one will see that there's many, many things behind his smile.

And that's just how he is—an enigma.

Charlie and his mother were released to the streets a few months after their capture. Chun-hee left him someplace he cannot remember the name of, and Charlie likes to pretend that he has completely forgotten the events that occurred in this place. His mother left him there for two years (almost three), managing to flee to South Korea with the help of the money she stole from her Chinese husband. Sometime during her recovery in South Korea, she came upon a Japanese businessman, who, for reasons Charlie still can't figure out, decided to help her get her son back. After the chaotic events that allowed Zihao to get to South Korea, Chun-hee and the businessman, Takahashi Akifumi, married.

It doesn't end there: Chun-hee and Akifumi fell out of love (though sometimes Charlie wonders if they ever were in love...) and decided to part ways. Akifumi got custody of Zihao because of Chun-hee's... rather severe mental health issues. Chun-hee somehow—somehow—ended up in America, while Akifumi and Zihao moved to Japan. Zihao then proceeded to study the living shit out of his soul, dead-set on getting an A+++ degree and prove himself to... God, he supposes. He doesn't know; he just wanted to study and get money.

His determination and natural intelligence landed him in a top university in Michigan right at the ripe age of 19. At around this time, he decided to change his name to Ri Eun. Not that he would ever actually go by this name. He found out soon after he changed his name that his mother had remarried and had a child merely years before he hurricaned his way into the United States. Offended that he wasn't told about the existence of this child, he forced his way into his mother's new family and started going by a name similar to his little sister's.

Anthony Seymour, his mother's new husband, who was some... scientist in some corporation that dealt with shit that white hat hacker Charlie didn't care about, was opposed to him interacting with Sadie for who knows what reason, but eventually acquiesced when he realized that Charlie wouldn't be going anywhere. Charlie supposes that Anthony thought he'd leave once he graduated from college, but, ohohohoho, how wrong Anthony was... Charlie stuck around. He wanted to be there for little Sadie, see.

Things were great for a while.

And then Anthony decided to die.

On his and his wife's anniversary, no less. They were spending time in some scenic spots in Montana, leaving Charlie to watch over Sadie in Arizona. Anthony got himself a means to get thrown off the census and, well...

That's how Charlie and Sadie end up in the airport. They've just landed in California and are awaiting a connecting flight to Montana, where their mother is. Charlie's on the floor, munching on some overpriced mashed potatoes, and Sadie's bullying him as per usual—and they've both got no idea how shitty life's about to get.

(Yes, Charlie knows his life is very much akin to an extremely dramatic soap opera.)