So this is post apocalypic america and few surviors are here most of them are miliary experiments and are immune to the zombie virus. create and go that's how this works.
Name: October (Toby) Nite
Appearance: Bleached blond hair, hypnotic violet eyes, Goddess like body, Usually wears black shorts and a tank top with combat boots.
Attributes: Amazing with any weapon excellent hand-to-hand fighter can speak 6 different languages, telepahty
Personality: usually quiet, dark personality, loves art and keeps to herself, always plays the leader to protect the others like her.
Name: Autumn Winsfeild
Appearance: Has long red flowing hair, that is either worn in pigtails, or a ponytail. She has sparkling, violet eyes, with long red lashes. She normally, wears her favorite grey beanie, or navy blue military cap.
Attributes: Immune to zombies bite, great with her favorite staff, that has a sharp pointy end.
Bio: Has a sister named Winter Winsfeild.
Name: Winter Winsfeild
Appearance: Has white silvery hair, and sparkling violet eyes, with long silvery lashes. She normally wears her hair in a llong pony tail, or pig tails. She wears a red beanie, or black military cap.
Attributes: Can heal herself, and others, uses long sword, that can turn into a bow
BIo: Has a sister named Autumn
Name: Charles Flynn
Appearance: Pretty tall, he has a sturdy build and a somewhat demeaning figure. He has dark blonde hair recently cut short, rough and unkempt, and black eyes behind a pair of glasses. He has some stubble, but shaves whenever he gets the chance. He wears jeans, a white shirt, black and white sneakers, and a ragged black jacket from home.
Personality: Although he has a rough demeanor, he's nice to those he finds deserves his kindness. He sees himself as a judge of the guilty, taking out cruel people who hurt the chances of his survival. He has no conscience, sometimes joking that it was because he is a conscience, and has no problem fighting the zombies.
Attributes: Immune to zombie inffection, good with melee weapons, horrible aim.
Bio: He is of Irish-Italian descent, and has been known to hold his alcohol. He drinks from time to time- either to celebrate, or when he's in a stressful situation. He worked at a small book store he gained from his family, and lived in the upstairs apartment. His ancestors, who primarily worked in the building trade, had built many of the houses around much of Europe and parts of America; his family had long since diminished in fortune, only having enough to get by. He has a tattoo of a capital "A" on his left hand, and the number five on his right hand. He constantly carries a family ring with him, either in his pocket or on his hand, and wears a Celtic necklace and rosary, to honor both sides of his family. After the outbreak, he left his home and began searching for a place to survive. He usually carries blunt weapons, only using rare fire arms when he is in serious danger.
Name: Calhoun Phoenix (Cal)
Appearance: Cal is average height with a lean, athletic build. His hair is reddish blonde and very scruffy, nearly falling to his shoulders. He is unshaven and generally looks like a nut job with his weapons and trigger happy ways. Cal has bold blue eyes set at a slant and sharp features. His torso is tattooed; a leviathan, celtic knotting, a skull, a smith & Wesson classic revolver and a colt 1911 pistol, a demon, and a few others.
Personality: Cal hasn't survived this long by being methodical. He shoots first and asks questions later. Cal can't sit still and only sleeps for a few hours each night, he is erratic and unpredictable. Cal loves killing zombies, it's the only thing he is good at.
Attributes: Gold standard fighter, Cal can take on two zombies at once armed with only a knife, and can make a weapon out of anything. He is also a good shot, knowing everything there is to know about firearms, he is obsessed.
Bio: Cal is no stranger to wandering aimlessly, he had a few siblings and they lived a gypsy like existence, always moving around. Cal was wild as a kid, and he still is. Only instead of getting in trouble and partying, now he goes on zombie killing sprees. Cal travels around on a Harley.
Name: Captain Anthony Sapphire (aka Captain White)
Appearance: Shoulder Length brilliant white hair, Dark Blue eyes, strong features. farely tall at 6'4" and well built. wares torn blue wash jeans, a military tactical vest, and an old fashion long military trench coat
Attributes: Crack Shot, Survival Skills, well Equiped, Brilliant with knives, fairly strong and fast for human standards, good cook, plays harmonica and sings, knows the virus well and zombies
Weeknesses: terrible driver, semi imune to the zombie virus (it has a delayed reaction for the virus to be distroyed each time, resulting in me becoming a zombie for so long) terrible with medics, likes to go into large masses of zombies
Personality: when relaxed he can be charming, lovable, dependable, but when faced with a job he has to do, he is ruthless and holds no hessitation.
Toby looks up from sharpening her sword,"yo, White! What's the plan for today? We thrillin' and killin' or sneekin' and peekin'?"
Her short hair flops in her face and she impatiently pushes it back from her purple eyes.
Cal jolted awake and automatically reached for his machete. He quickly got up and scanned the area, finding there was a zombie plodding along with mangled arms. It must have woken him. Cal approached it and decapitated it, luckily it was alone, that wasn't common. "Sorry, brother." He said as he stood over the body. "Better luck in the next life." Cal cleaned his blade in the grass and gathered his weapons. At the moment, he had two machetes and a few pistols he kept in a saddlebag in the trunk of his Harley. Cal got on his bike and started off down the dirt road.
Toby felt a sudden shift in the wind. Cal? It couldn't be. Or could it?
Name: Hope (Blanca) Rodriguez
Appearances: Haliey Williams red hair, irriescent ice blue eyes, tomboy goth clothing with converses, always wearing eyeliner. Loves riding around on a mini motorbike
Attributes: Good with Technology, immune to zombie bites, fluent in Arabic, Italian, Hebrew, and Yiddish, black belt in karate
Personality: Immature, loud, brainy, daring, flirty, loyal
"hey, Blanca," toby yelss."Did u feel that?"
Sure did. What do you think caused it. What was that even?
"it felt like Cal," Toby looks around.
Cal eased down on the the throttle when he noticed signs of people. It was footprints at first, but he also saw broken paths through the undergrowth. Cal turned off the bike and waited for a minute while he listened. There were soft, distant voices, so he took a pistol from his bike and drew his machete. Cal walked through the trees cautiously, when nothing came after him, he relaxed a bit. "Hello?" He called out. "Walker or human?" Cal debated wether he should shoot anyways.
silnce from all but the click of a gun loading and the pressure of the barrel on the back of cals head "drop the weapon and strip to your underwair, you not surviving without a cut check" the voice was harsh and cold, cal could easily hear i am not here to mess around
Cal froze. "Sh.it..." He grumbled, slowly dropping his machete and placing his pistol on the forest floor. He felt naked without his weapons, a zombie could pop up at any moment. Cal held his hands out to the side and kept them still, non threatening as he turned around. The man was taller then him, probably in his mid twenties or so, and he had a very intense stare. Cal didn't like his chances, he would play it safe until he found out what exactly the man wanted. "Last time someone looked at me like that I got laid." Cal said. "Do you not need to blink or somethin? Seriously, man it's unsettling. Hate to break it to ya, but you're not gonna make any friends with that attitude..." Cal trailed off when he realized his best bet was to keep it to himself.
"making friends with somebody who has the likely hood to turn into one of them isnt my first choice, i am cheking you for any cuts or infection from the zombies" the man placed his hand on cal, and tore his shirt off "turn around" he said almost forcing him to do so anyway
Cal didn't know what to make of this stranger, never had he run into another survivor who acted like this. They typically avoided one another. "That was un called for." Cal said, but he turned around anyways. He had nothing to hide, and also the stranger had a gun on him. "Alright, so how do I know if you're not infected? I could take your word for it, I'm a trusting guy. Don't need to hold strangers at gunpoint or nothin." He said. "Oh, and by the way I ain't infected." He said. "If I was I woulda done the responsible thing and offed myself already."
"its your choice whether to trust me, but it is not my choice to trust you, i have to think for the people i am protecting, the survivng children, men and women" he said handing him another shirt "your clear, stay close and follow me" pics up his weapon "you get these back at camp if the others decide so" begins walking further into the jungle
(Is it too late to join?)
"Actually, I want my weapons back now." Cal said, pulling the shirt over his head. This whole situation was very unsettling to him, and he didn't know if it was because he didn't have his weapons or he didn't have any choice in the matter. Cal cautiously followed the man, hyper aware of his surroundings. Yeah, he definitely would like his weapons back. "At least the machete." He said, starting to rifle through his pockets for a knife. God I'm going crazy, he thought.