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The name on my birth certificate is: Catherine Morgan
This use to be reality: I guess you could say I was a nerd in highscool. I was more of the oddball that was with about every other clique, but never held onto a true friend. I would play videogames, play sports, do a party or two (I got sick of them quickly) and make that one friend that looked down upon others for their ignorance of many things. I was pretty average, but a bit arrogant as I always tried to be the best in gym, school, and witty combacks to the sarcasticless. Later in the years I've found that I didn't care much for crowds, and lost any strong connection with friends (Though I would always put myself available for help, I just felt it better to be semi-alone and in my world). I live with my mother and step father, Stanley, while finishing highschool and keeping my time to computers, books, and physical games that pass the time with fun.My father is in a different state which I'll move with him after I graduate. My favorite videogames involved Zombie killing (Or Rpg's, and war games), but after playing Call of Duty Zombies, they seemed more realistic. In the last year if I saw anything Zombie related, I'd read it out of curiosity and to simply have the knowledge which I found useful. I got bored living where I am, and refused drugs and parties (I do drink sometimes, not totally clean), so my fun was technology. I picked up a good book in Target, the survival guide and read it about four times. It. Made. Sense. I felt that Max Brooks actually survived an attack himself. I went onto the internet just to search more, and eventually became paranoid more and more. I felt it could happen, or it's already happened and the government just covered it up a lot. They lie about plenty of things I don't know about, why wouldn't they lie about something I possibly do know? I didn't really tell anybody my paranoia, but I reminded them tips to survive if they asked what I was reading. I watched the news more often, and in soccer I took my running more vigoriously after playing enough nazi zombies. I graduated, and I felt I needed to prepare. Would I get a job now? No thats wasting time, I felt I needed to find things to gather and prepare a little before I started some part time job that payed me crap for survival. I'd be moving back with my father soon.
I used to be: I bit gloomy acting, lazy almost. I had a get back stare, or death stare half the time (Or people just guess I'm high). I would get an A in the class, and all I would do is sleep or read my favorite book. I could laugh, be sociable most of the time with plenty to say and witty if someone wanted to start that little war. I apparenlty just have a ton of walls up, as my ex said awhile ago. I can say he's right, and I broke up with him for the better. Who am I to hold a guy back if I can't reveal every being that I am to him? Anyway, behind these walls I'm scared like anyone else , with a curious side. I'm shy, not stuck up (If I'm stuck up then you'll know it when I don't hesitate to tell you 'I don't like you'). I have a temper if embarrassed by sexual comments, and I believe half the world to be morons in some form of denial from a true sense of reality (Or have they all broken the chains and I"m bound? Refrence joke).
In society, I was known as a: No job, possibly shut in.

I like to call myself: Captain Morgan
I'm currently 18 years of age.
The times have made me: I'm not much different, I still have my walls up. I try to be strong, but when I see a zombie, hear them, or they pop out I tend to scream and piss myself a little on the inside. I'm a bit more bitter, which isn't saying much since I had some dark things to say in the first place. If I like you and your common sense I will treat you with dignity and like a normal person, and I'll consider ideas from people that are idiots, but less likely from the intelligent ones. I'm more paranoid, of course, and I don't think I've smiled and had much to say since the apocolypse. Keeping my mood up may be important, and my head in the game. I keep myself in some form of spirits with a joke book, and a Shutter Island book.
My job is to: Survive , learn skills, get what I can, save whatever I can save. (I have some skills in farming from my younger years with my grandmother)

I like: Food, Warm climates, Saftey, a book, my earplugs (The madness), daytime, living, and my bike.
I dislike: Night time, cities, spicy food, coconut, zombies, doing surgery (Did it once, failed, disgusted by the blood and peoples innards).
My own themesong: Lullaby
Things I kept in my closet: She had to do surgery on her step father to try to keep him living (Her mother caused her stepfather's injuries). She ended up killing him by accident, though she knows that he could of died without it she felt herself to be a murderer slicing his throat. She guessed her father is dead somewhere, but she secretly wants to go to where he lived out of a form of hope.

I fight my battles with: Two silenced pistols, and a machete
On me I have: Ammo, small first aid kit (Bandaids, wraps, one needle, small can of cold spray, disenfectant wipes, and three pads), snack bars, whatever fruit I can find, three bottles of water, maps, survival guide (Zombie and Army), level two water purifier.
I get my news information from: MindXHunter

The name on my birth certificate is: Davison Riggs
This use to be reality: When I was about four years old, my father used to play his acoustic guitar on our hard wood porch. In hind sight, he wasn't a very good guitarist. He would just play a basic chord and sing along. That's my earliest memory. When my father died of intestinal cancer four years later, he left me that same guitar. He made me promise before the surgery that I would practice the guitar and learn how to play it. I guess that would be why I'm still playing the guitar ten years later. I started out small. I learned basic chords, and played in school bands. I was called a lot of things. Virtuoso, douche, suck up. It didn't matter. Whenever I played my guitar, I felt closer to my father. My father cared about me. He cared about everyone. The very least I can do is try to be like him. When the dead started to walk the Earth, I honestly didn't know what to do. Luckily, friendly people are desirable when every other human on Earth is a cannibal.
I used to be: Extremely accepting, friendly, musically inclined. Might even call me a bit of a nerd. I don't have any iota of anger in me, which makes the times when I do get angry all the more shocking.
In society, I was known as a: Lead guitarist and front man. When isn't the lead guitarist the front man?

I like to call myself: Riggs
I'm currently 18 years of age.
The times have made me: I don't trust people anymore, but I'm still friendly. My reasons for being friendly is different though.
My job is to: Fighter

I like: Playing guitar, practicing Muay Thai, dealing a fatal blow to a zombie, thick clothes, people that aren't cruel or ornery
I dislike: People that are cruel or ornery, zombies, silence, distrust
My own themesong: The Audience is Listening by Steve Vai
Things I kept in my closet: Even the most patient Buddha has a limit. Once I reach mine, there's no stopping me.

I fight my battles with: Saiga-12, and a E-tool
On me I have: Ten full clips, two packs of Jerky, Leather hand wraps, improvised body armor.
I get my news information from:Baka-slash-chibi13