((Sorry mine is late :/))
Name: Nate Florence
Side: Fear but later transfers to Rebel
Appearance: Light brown hair with natural blonde highlights. It's straight and sticks up in a messy flick above his head. He has a natural tan fro being out and hiding so much. Muscular, tall and treats his body well although he doesn't get as much food as one human would require. Has a few scars draping his apendages and back. He has a angualr face, long and strong jaw. Straigt, white smile. Chin decoreated with a slight scruff. Slanted, thick brown eyebrows over hard blue eyes, deep and azure in their color.
Personality: Nate has a strict personality. Is very tight, hard-to-get-to-the-core type person. He isn't very flexible but will take steps for the people he loves. Isn't stretched easily. His charisma is pious. He sticks to the rules unless it threatens himself or his family and friends. He is very passionate and can be very involved in what he does. Is fast, quick at thinking. Can often be cold if he isn't in the most sunshiny mood of the day. Would die for what and whom he cares for.
Bio: Nate had a good life before the people attacked. He had a nice home, rich parents, happy life. Or so many thought. His parents never paid him much mind so he sort of brought himself up when they were busy and otherwise occupied. He was smart in school, graduated one of the top in his class. He had big dreams for himself seeing he never really got to go anywhere. Very determined, he moved into his own apartment and married his highschool sweetheart. But about the time they attacked, both of them were seperated and he later learned she was killed amidst the caos alond with his seven months and soon to be child. That was the end of him, he thought. Several nights he attempted suicide but never had the gut to do so. He hated himself for ever leaving that day and always blamed himself. With the help of another Fearful, he got healthy mentally and learned to forget though most of his mental state is still pretty raw. He always looked up to the Rebellion and wanted to join; to fight and make something of himself. So, in the story, he transfers to a Rebel.
Weapon: Only ever had his pocket knife, but when he joins he always has a certian fondness for the semi-automatic hand pistol.
Other: His hair is always a mess. He has a visible scar at his lip (which has a story behind it which will be reveiled somewhere in this RP. He always crosses his arms and looks constantly serious. And surprisingly, is ticklish.
Nate reared at the men's arms gripping his body. he bucked some more, kicking one in the shin. The man let go and he tugged from the other's grasp, clutching to his peice of food and dashing down the street. His breath was shallow and he felt the men stand up and run after him, biting at his heels. It's just a peice of bread. And yet as he turned the corner, things only got worse as he rammed into a girl speaking into a radio. He tumbled ot the floor, rolling and squatting to glance about at who he hit. He crawled up to her and touched the person's shoulder. "You okay?" He asked breathless, constantly glancing up to see if they would turn the corner.
(((I have a question y'all.
If it's OK with Sixes I want someone, if they're OK with that to create Rays's brother, AJ. You can do what you want with him, even make him have changed his name, but I want to add AJ in here as a Fear and I'd rather someone else play him if that's OK with, you, SIx? If no one else will play him than I will if I have permission...))
(That's perfectly fine with me, Patriot. If no one else decides to play him, I can do that.)
Emily quickly brushes herself off, massaging one wrist for a short while before answering. "I'm fine. Possibly a bruise of two, but nothin' to keep me from fighting," she says, getting to her feet after grabbing her radio, quickly turning it off and holding a hand out to help him to his feet.
He scrambled up with her help and held out a hand, backing up, ready for another sprint. "Sorry about that, I um...." He glanced nervously as the men turned the corner.
((Sorry it's late))
Name: India West
Appearance: India has bright red, waist length hair normally in a pony tail, and brown eyes. She has pale skin and is tall and athletic. White, straight teeth and a sarcastic smile.
Personality: India is strong and brave - she wouldn't betray anyone no matter what happened. She can be secretive and tries to lock away her emotions, but cares deeply about those she loves and is very protective of them.
Bio: Her parents didn't pay her or her siblings much attention, so she and her twin brother, as the oldest, had to look after their younger siblings. Her brother disappeared a couple of months ago, and she now distances herself from her other family because she thinks they will be safer without her.
Weapons: Bow and arrows, dagger
Other: Wants to find her brother so they can protect their younger siblings again.
In what seemed like one fluid movement, Emily had her rifle trained on the men, eyes narrowed. "Don't worry about it." She turns her attention to the men who had come around the corner. "What's going on?"
Rays got up and moved toward sthe commotion. She drew on of ehr switchblades out adn opened it, her other hand she kept gripping her other switchblade in her pocket. She turned the corner adn saw Miss Emily adn another young man standing , Miss Emily had her rifle trained on some other man who'd probably ben chasing the young man.
"Emily, you know how hard it is for us to get food... They were just trying to survive. I saw what happened."
Emily's eyes locked on the owner of that voice, a mixture of animalistic fury and pain flashing in her eyes. "Luce..." She quickly turns away, shaking her head. The rifle was still gripped in her hands, but she'd lowered it, seeming almost unsure of herself.
India moved forward silently, halting a few steps behind Miss Emily and the others. She noticed Miss Emily had her rifle trained on someone, and immediatley pulled out an arrow, anticipating a fight. Her eyes narrowed, she raised her bow, ready to shoot at a moments notice.
Rays listened, Luce, though a fear was right. it was difficult to get food these days. She herself had to fight for what little she got, she roamed the streets instead of hanging out at HQ and only came to HQ if calle in for a fight. Rays was trying to find her brother too, fighting wasn't her only goal, she doubted AJ was alive, he was most likely dead, considering the conditin she's found his coat in with blood splattered on it.
Nathan meanwhile snuck from the crowd, gripping his bread as he darted off.
Rays saw the young man turn and run, she followe dhis example and darted after him, shoving he rknife back in her pocket she sprint after him, he was older and bigger than she was, but kept after him,
"Hey mister!" she called out as a distraction, she picked her pace up so she was nearly level with him.
Nate stopped his run and glanced at the girl. He smirked and held up his hands. "And if I resist?"
(I'm doing too many things at once on a somewhat slow computer.)
Emily frowns at that, shifting her stance uneasily. "Then we'll have to use force, which is something I would much rather avoid," she replies calmly. "Fighting amongst ourselves does nothing but create more chaos, and there's been enough of that already."
Nate frowns and throws his hands up in the air. "What do you need my for?"
"It's just a few questions, okay? I'm not sayin' you're in trouble or any of that," Emily says, shaking her head. "It's just that there are some questions that need answers that should not be known to the general public. Oh, and by the way, I'm Emily Browning, or Em."
He grimaced and stashed his hands in his pockets, padding forward. "Nate..."
Emily offers the faintest of smiles, trying to seem less intimidating, though she was well aware that he would most likely notice her teeth were sharper than a human's. "Don't worry, we're not planning on holding you hostage or anything." She motions for him to follow, starting back toward HQ. "India, Rays, why don't you two work with Luce and get those men taken care of?" she calls over her shoulder.
Rays turned to the group of men. She didn't really want to work with Luce, he was afear adn she disliked fear, she drew her knives though and flippe dthem open,
"Alright git!" she siad moving forward, "There nothin' here for ya!" he told them.