Okay, here it is. Sorry, I got distracted.
(Okay, may I have the female character?)
Yeah, what's our age range?
Anywhere from mid teens to mid twenties. Whatever you're most comfortable with.
Okay. Give me a bit.
Well until I know what you wanna do, I can't make mine.
I'm making it now.
Okay, I'll wait.
Name: Samantha Knight (Uhg, creative lapse. Using my OC's name.)
Appearence: Slender with lanky muscle wrapping around her arms. Short dark hair chopped off around her chin. Peircing emerald eyes with a jagged scar through her eyebrow.
Personality: Fiery and angry, defensive of herself. She doesn't let people in and let them know about her very often but when she does she protects them with her life. Desperate to find her little brother.
Bio: Parents died when she 15, mugged in front of her. (Like Batman hahahahaha) Lived in foster care with her brother until she was 17 when she ran away with him.
Name: Andrew (Andy) Turner.
Appearance: He's tall and a little broad-shouldered, but not a walking wall. He does show proof he works out and cares about his body. He has black hair which is often messy, and green eyes, although they're a bit dull, he doesn't like them.
Rest to be developed.
(You going to start or shall I?)
(If you don't mind, go for it.)
Sam opened her eyes and coughed on ashes. She sat up and looked around at the abandoned shed they had set up shelter in.She whimpered and looked around. "T-Taylor...?" Seeing that her brother wasn't next to him she walked out and looked around at the tattered ruins of the town. "Taylor?!"
Andy turned over and groaned. His head was throbbing. He opened his eyes and looked around, frowning. Everything...it was just ruins. He didn't understand. The last he remembered was walking home from work...
Sam walk ed away from the shed, coughing and looking around. "Taylor?" She Called hoarsely, looking for her brother.
"Hello? Anyone?" Andy got up and walked around. It was all empty. There weren't even bodies. Just...nothingness. "Oh god...I'm not the last man on earth am I?" He breathed, panic rising in his chest.
Sam heard a voice and her eyes narrowed. She trotted toward him and clenched her fist. SHe hid behind the ruins of a fence, watching.
Andy swore and groaned, kicking a small piece of rubble. "Come on, this can't be it. I can't be alone..."
Sam peeked over the fence and snapped her teeth. "Have you seen a pre-teen boy? Dark hair, green eyes?"