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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 10:19 am
xxxxｇｉｖｅｎｓName: Micah James Collins
Age: 31
Date/Birth: March 4, 1980
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 146 lbs.
Color/Hair: Dark Brown/Brunette
Dye/Hair: None
Color/Eye: Brown naturally, blue with contacts.
Color/Skin: Pale Peach, somewhat tanned
Build/Physical: Fit; decently muscular
Traits/Physical: Long legs and arms; narrow chest and hips; double jointed elbows; long neckｅｌｅｍｅｎｔｓ Traits/Personality: People tell me that I'm one of the most honest people they've ever met. Honestly (no pun intended), I'm not sure if that's a compliment or an insult. I mean, I know that I can be brutally honest, but I don't think it's a bad thing to hear the truth now and then. I try to be kind to everyone, but not everyone will be kind to you. I have very high self esteem and I rarely feel awkward. I like to listen to other people talk, but I'd much rather be the one talking. I like to be in charge of things, because I often feel like I'm the most capable person in any group, but I don't necessarily have a problem letting someone else handle things. I'm extremely open minded and love to hear other people's opinions on things. I get stressed out easily, but very rarely will I go into a complete breakdown.
Story/Life: I was born and raised in Germany. My mother was pure German and my father pure English, but my mom wanted to live in her home country to raise me around her family, probably because my dad had only a few relatives alive. I was raised to be completely honest with everyone I met, and I still uphold that to this day. I enjoyed my time with my mother very much. She was so sweet and caring, just like the rest of her family. My father was strict, but also very kind and warmhearted. I don't remember why, exactly, but my family (my mother, father and I) moved to Cornwall when I was thirteen. Thankfully, my father had been teaching me proper English while I was raised speaking German, so I didn't have much trouble adapting.
I lived in Cornwall for the next eight years, until I moved to continue my education of clinic and general pathology at a college in London, England. It was there that I met a beautiful woman, who became my wife two years later. We lived in London until I finished school and moved back to Cornwall when my wife became pregnant. I was twenty-five when my beautiful daughter was born, and I don't remember a time when I was ever so happy as when I held her in my arms. I got a well-paying job at a local crime lab, and made more than enough money to support my little family. Over the next six year I watched my daughter grow up, which will forever be the most amazing thing I've ever seen. And then.. Well, that day came. I was working at the lab when it happened. My colleagues all developed a strange cough and appeared to choke on their own throats. I could see blood everywhere as they dropped, one by one, dead to the floor. I called the hospital; nothing. I ran out to my car, having to dodge choking people and dead bodies all the way. I watched the horror zoom past me as I drove home, insanely worried about wife and child. When I arrived home, there were her toys in the yard. I stepped over them and rushed into the house, calling out to my beautiful girls. I rushed up the stairs, hearing no response, and began to check the rooms. My heart skipped three beats as I opened the door to my daughter's room. There they were, sprawled out on her little bed, limp and pale. I lifted them from the bloody sheets and kissed them goodbye, laying them out proper on their backs. I think I sat in that room for almost twelve hours. Finally, I covered them with a sheet and left the house, taking only a bottle of water, a box of contacts and my stash of cigarettes with me. I walked out into the streets, stepping over dead body after dead body, confused and so helplessly alone.ｃｏｖｅｒ ｕｐ
Occupation: General Pathologist
Status/Relationship: I was married, but I suppose I'm single now.
Orientation/Sexual: Straight
Additions/Physical: None
Imperfections/Physical: Three long scar across back from falling from a tree; small scars around left eyebrow from stitches; scar on left palm from scalpel
Hobbies: Running; reading; chatting with friends; drinking coffee; traveling
Habits/Bad: Smoking; isolating myself when I'm upset; being far too honest; ignoring my feelings
Interests: Coffee, autopsies, working with the F.B.I., chocolate, swimming, baseball
Disinterests: Arguments, fighting, hurting someone's feelings, night, being woken up, people with low self esteem
Ethnicity: English, German x Ishiyo Star
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 1:03 pm
xxxxｇｉｖｅｎｓ Name: Evelyn Marie Davis
Age: 27.
Date/Birth: May 13, 1983
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 130 lbs.
Color/Hair: Deep red.
Dye/Hair: None.
Color/Eye: Green.
Color/Skin: Milky white.
Build/Physical: Very slender, in good shape.
Traits/Physical: Long limbs, flexible, double jointed, flawless skin. ｅｌｅｍｅｎｔｓ Traits/Personality: I have forever been told that I should be in front of the camera lens instead of behind it. People often misinterpret my passion for art and photography. I love being a model, but without that experience, I wouldn't be such a great photographer. I strive to have the job where it's my responsibility to make people in the pictures feel as beautiful as I do in my own shots. I am a social butterfly and my communication skills are more than decent I like to think. I am confident in myself and my abilities. I am not easily angered, and I rarely show when I am upset. I am little, but determined.
Story/Life: My childhood is clouded with memories that I’ve lived my entire life trying to forget. I never knew my biological parents for I was adopted when I was still just an infant. The woman I was raised to call my mother was wonderful up until her husband died. After the tragic incident that claimed his life, she became an angry alcoholic. She took her frustration out on me for many years by beating me for any given reason. She had sleazy men in and out of the house constantly, none of which were ever willing to stick around for long. Disgustingly so, some found more of an interest in me than her, and she hated me for it rather than being a protective mother. It wasn’t long before she was pregnant with an unknown man’s child and it quickly became my responsibility to take care of the baby. I was sixteen then.
Finally, when I was eighteen I moved away to Cornwall, Britain for a modeling job offer and took my darling sister with me. We were very close and the only family each other had. My career shot off successfully and I was very lucky to raise my sister without much of a struggle. When I was twenty-five, I met the man of my dreams during a spring photo shoot. He was one of the photographers and made me feel absolutely glorious. We dated for a year when he asked for my hand. Of course, I accepted. He began helping me with my goals of becoming a photographer, though he insisted I should stay a model. I persistently kept after my dream, with not much success, though finally landed an interview. I was out of town for what should have been three days but arrived home early on the second day to surprise my fiancé. Instead, he surprised me with another woman in our bed. I immediately called off the wedding and kicked him out. I was crushed, but had to stay strong for my baby sister. One morning I went to wake her for school, and screamed in utter horror at the amount of blood that surrounded her… I stumbled confusedly outside into a world of death unable to find a single person alive. It was then that I realized that I was completely, broken-heartedly alone. ｃｏｖｅｒ ｕｐ
Occupation: Model/Aspiring Photographer.
Status/Relationship: Previously engaged. Now single.
Orientation/Sexual: Straight.
Additions/Physical: Tragus piercing (tiny stud), naval piercing, small Eye of Horus tattoo on foot.
Imperfections/Physical: Thin scar along my right inner thigh.
Hobbies: Photographing scenery, sketching, dancing randomly at seemingly inappropriate times, singing carelessly out of tune, reading.
Habits/Bad: Incessantly cracking joints (fingers, toes, neck, etc.)
Interests: Strawberry ice cream, fancy cameras, children, classical music.
Disinterests: Ignorant people, soda of any kind, tanning beds, spiders.
Ethnicity: English. Xx_EviLVaMPreSs_xX
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 5:05 am
xxxxｇｉｖｅｎｓ Name: Sean Conners
Age: 29
Date/Birth: September 14, 1981
Height: 5'11
Weight: 187
Color/Hair: Black
Dye/Hair: None
Color/Eye: Black
Color/Skin: Light Brown
Build/Physical: Muscular, Athletic
Traits/Physical: None ｅｌｅｍｅｎｔｓ Traits/Personality: I am a very lax and laidback kind of person. I love to joke around and have a great time, but I know when to be serious. Not to much truly freaks me out, I can only think of three moments in my life when I was truly scared/upset. I have always been rather intelligent and I did study psychology for a while so I can read people (usually). For the last 15 years of my life or so, I have wanted to be some sort of cop so I learned to keep my emotions under wraps and can come off as rather calm, despite the situation. There are a few things though, that would definitely freak me out. I am very resourceful, thanks to years of going camping with my father. I am incredibly respectful, especially when it comes to woman so if I see you trying to hurt a woman, I will kick your a**.
Story/Life: I was born to two loving, British parents. I was darker than most children though and the reason was that my mother had been unfaithful, she fell for a Spanish sailor and they had me. The sailor left and my mother's husband, although upset, couldn't bring himself to leave her. The man raised me as his own flesh and blood and for that I love him dearly. I was told from a young age about my true parentage but I always said that Bill (my mother's husband) was my true father. As a young boy, I was very smart and athletic so I spent a lot of my day outdoors. This kept people from asking about my dark complexion, they figured it was a simple tan. One day when I was 12, I walked home from the soccer fields. I was worried because my mom normally picked me up but that day she wasn't there. So I ran home. When I arrived, I noticed that something felt weird. I decided to walk around the back and that's when my heart stopped. The glass on my back door was broken. I quietly snuck in and spotted a man dressed in black going through our things. I was going to tackle him when I saw my mother pushed against the wall, her hands & feet tied, blood running down the side of her head, she was gagged and tears were streaming down her face. This angered me to no end. I charged and slammed into the robber but he grabbed a piece of glass and slashed open my back. My father arrived soon after and managed to subdue the robber and called the cops. I required medical attention right away. That was the day I decided I wanted to be involved with Law Enforcement.
I studied hard, did good in school and applied at the local police academy when I turned of age. I was a cop for 4 years, partnered with a girl named Angie. We fell for one another, got married and had a beautiful baby girl, Mia. After that, I transfered and became a federal agent for the British Government. I've worked with CIA, FBI and many other agencies. Two years ago, I got a call. My wife was in the hospital in critical condition ... I went to her immediately and stayed by her side for two days before she passed on. Someone had shot her six times in the chest, two pierced organs. My daughter was only 5 years old and she had already lost her mother. I was so pist, so depressed, I wanted revenge. I couldn't though. If Mia lost me, then she'd be alone. So I devoted most of my time to her, making her happy, making her laugh and feel loved and cherished. One day, I decided to pick her up early from her kindergarten class and take her to the park. I was driving and noticed the streets seemed real empty. That was definitely odd. I arrived at her school and spotted something that wasn't exactly normal, one of the other parents was laying on the pavement, covered in blood. I quickly pulled out my gun, called for backup and ran inside. I was too scared for my darling I didn't notice that no one picked up my call. I bolted into the classroom and yelled for the dirtbag to freeze. Then my gun dropped... everyone, and I mean everyone was on the ground dead. Imagine how horrible that looked. A bunch of lil 6 or 7 year olds, covered in their own blood. I immediately started calling out for my daughter but it was too late ... I found her cold, lifeless body and wept. I wept like I have never wept before. Now, I truly was alone . . . ｃｏｖｅｒ ｕｐ
Occupation: Federal Agent
Status/Relationship: Single
Orientation/Sexual: Straight
Additions/Physical: I have my daughter's name tattooed on my right shoulder.
Imperfections/Physical: I have a large scar that runs along the length of my forearm, I got it while defending myself from a crazed man with a sword. Dunno why he had a sword. I also have a large scar that runs down my back from my right shoulder to my left hip from an incident when I was a kid.
Hobbies: I love to take walks in the rain, spend time with my daughter and to stand on high rooftops. I have taken a liking to photography but only on my spare time.
Habits/Bad: A problem of mine that's been pointed out to me is the fact that I put others happiness before my own. Also, I can be hotheaded and rather rash in decision making and I am very, very impulsive.
Interests: Heights, Rain, my daughter, my deceased wife
Disinterests: Domestic Violence, seeing someone I cares for getting hurt
Ethnicity: British/Spanish Lycan Guardian Sylar
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 5:07 am
xxxxｇｉｖｅｎｓName: Sylvia Nora Banks
Age: 28
Date/Birth: September 21, 1982
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 128 lbs.
Color/Hair: Dark Brown
Dye/Hair: Faded Blond Highlights
Color/Eye: Dark Brown
Color/Skin: Tan
Build/Physical: Quite Slim, in good condition
Traits/Physical: Petite, Dimples, freckles across nose, small hands and feet.ｅｌｅｍｅｎｔｓ Traits/Personality: Some say I can be rather quiet, but I guess that was how I was raised. When I was a child, children were seen, and not heard. So that rule stuck through the years. I am not a very brave woman, and often times am called 'over protective'. I'm very caring, and motherly, and I adore children. It's very like me to distance myself from others, I'm not very social. Being raised in the conditions I was, I have grown to be a very shy person who keeps to herself.
Story/Life: My mother was very strict. As was my father. I was allowed only to do things under the watchful eyes of my parents. Friends were not aloud to come over, I was not allowed outdoors alone, and I was home schooled. I lived a very sheltered life, and desperately wanted out. When I was of age, I moved out of my parents house, moving to Cornwall. A city away from them. I was in school, studying to be a pharmacist. A simple occupation that got me by easily. During those years in school, I met a man. A brilliant, handsome man at that. Of course we fell in love. He was attracted to me as I was to him. Once we finished our life in college, we engaged, and months after, we wed. There was no surprise when I found out I was with child, we were both so excited. I vowed not to be as strict as my parents were. When the time came, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. We named her Natalie. She was my everything. As she grew, we came to love her even more. I was very careful with her, so afraid of this fragile life given to me as a perfect gift. It was simple to say that I was pregnant again about two years later. Natalie was thrilled to have a new member of the family, especially when her baby sister arrived. Laura. We named her Laura.
The thing I wanted most to complete our perfect family, was a baby boy. And I was so happy when I received the precious gift. He was my latest child, about 7 months before the epidemic happened. We named him Jack. Our family was complete. I loved my children so much, and even my mother and father adored them. Spoiling over them, and fretting over them. I was glad I had gotten back in tough with them. They were my parents after all. Well, the day the virus spread through the air, was the day of my eldest daughters birthday. She was turning Five. We were celebrating indoors, just our small family in the kitchen. Laura and Natalie were devouring cake and ice cream, as my husband was holding Jack, bouncing him on his lap. We were laughing, and singing, playing, and dancing. But soon, my daughters laughs turned into deep coughs. My husband and I immediately jumped up, in hope of helping them. By then, little Jack was gasping out breaths in between choking. Tiny Laura and Natalie collapsed into my arms, blood spilling over their mouths. Their eyes rolling to the back of their heads. Jack was still, small drips of blood rolling down his chin. My husband, James made his way to me before he became consumed with the dreadful cough, I snatched Jack from him, holding my children, and crying for my husband to breath. He too spilled blood from his mouth, and fell to the ground next to me. My shouts turned to hysterical sobs, pleading with my family to get up. But they weren't going to move. I laid my family together in my bedroom, on my large bed. Sobbing over their deaths, and afraid for them. I ran outside, only to find more dead bodies every where. I was living in a world of death, frightened, forgotten, and utterly, desperately, alone...ｃｏｖｅｒ ｕｐ
Occupation: Pharmacist
Status/Relationship: Was happily married.. now a widow
Orientation/Sexual: Straight
Additions/Physical: My babies names written on my wrists
Imperfections/Physical: A scar on my cheek, three small scars on my left arm
Hobbies: Reading, Writing, and Drawing
Habits/Bad: Chewing on Nails
Interests: Children, Running, Chocolate milk, music.
Disinterests: Being alone, death, the dark, scary situations, violence.
Ethnicity: English. -ox- Smartie Doll -xo-
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 2:38 pm
xxxxｇｉｖｅｎｓ Name: Adam Alexander Bourne
Age: 28
Date/Birth: August 10th, 1983
Height: 5'11
Weight: 160
Color/Hair: Dark Brown
Dye/Hair: None
Color/Eye: Brown
Color/Skin: Light tan
Build/Physical: Muscular and toned.
Traits/Physical: A burn scar on his right shoulder . ｅｌｅｍｅｎｔｓ Traits/Personality: Throughout my life I've heard it said that I'm a very hardheaded guy. I admit that I find it difficult to leave something half-finished and that the thought of not doing my best is unacceptable. I've noticed that some people say that I don't think things through to well. I've never really been a intellect and I've found that my instincts usually get me through a lot, especially on the job.
Story/Life: I grew up in a normal household; Mom, dad, my little sister and my big brother. I come from a family of fire fighters and so naturally I took up the family trade. Mom was Mexican... funny story. I grew up knowing my fathers colleagues as uncles and aunts and would spent time down at the fire house as a kid. Once I became a fire fighter I joined with that fire house; 118. Although I had my fair share of dates I was never able to settle down because of work. I didn't want to get close to a woman only to die or be gravely injured later... no woman should be put through that. Things were smooth for a very long time, until the death waves began. At first we believed that it was simply a small outbreak and life went on normally. Then in stared hitting closer to home; Devon had succumbed to the plague. Be now the general population in Cornwall was trying to flee or gather enough supplies to bunk in. Our family was one of those who chose to stay. Our house was filled with supplies and the windows boarded up. Turns out that it wasn't enough. First it was uncle Bryan, then uncle Kenneth, and eventually in was just me. Mom's death was the hardest on me... she had been so strong. Just the sound of the death coughs makes me sick, reminding me of witnessing her death. A week later I decided I had to get out, I don't know why I was the only one alive but I'm not going to find out here. I can't be the only one alive, there has to be others. ｃｏｖｅｒ ｕｐ
Occupation: Fire fighter
Status/Relationship: Single
Orientation/Sexual: Straight
Additions/Physical: None
Imperfections/Physical: A burn scar on his right shoulder and a slightly bad knee. Only bothers him occasionally.
Hobbies: Reading, Working out, and boxing.
Habits/Bad: Grinds his teeth when nervous.
Interests: Art, Pizza, and movies.
Disinterests: Carelessness and childishness.
Ethnicity: English/Mexican. Draker Noir
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 2:47 pm
xxxxｇｉｖｅｎｓName: Amelia Cordell Smith
Age: 28
Date/Birth: September 21st 1983
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 129 lbs
Color/Hair: medium brown
Dye/Hair: blonde
Color/Eye: blue-green
Color/Skin: creamy beige
Build/Physical: physically fit, not that curvy, toned mucsles but not visible.
Traits/Physical: slender fingers.ｅｌｅｍｅｎｔｓ Traits/Personality: As a child my parents tried to raise me to be proper and lady-like, but for all the trying in the world it never did stick with me. I was always a cheeky girl, making witty comments and running all over my parents manor. All my life I was never anywhere near the "quiet type". I always have to be doing something with myself, whether it was partying when I was younger, or running my bakery now that I have it. I am neither a serious person, nor a wild child, but a little of both at the same time, using one or the other when the time calls for it. I don't normally lie to people, but sometimes I keep important things to myself, and when asked about them I merely answer with a simple: "spoilers". I like to be teasing and a bit flirty, if I know the person well enough. When I love someone, whether it be friends or romantic, I am devoted to them. For all my quirks and flaws, I will still be loyal no matter what.
Story/Life: As a child born into a proper London family, I was raised literally from birth, to be the very best little lady I could be. I was home-schooled all my life, and on top of the mandatory classes that all children take I was also given lessons on manners and etiquette, home economics, and other such housewife-ish things. I hated it all, and often ran from my tutors and hid in closets. When I was eighteen, I packed all my things and moved to Cornwall. I took the best culinary courses offered in that area, and it was also where I met Albert. We dated, and when I finished schooling two years later he opened a bakery with me. It failed right from the start, and we were so broke we had to sleep on couches of people we knew, until eventually my parents ordered me back. We lived with them in the manor, and for a couple years we were reckless and hardly ever sober. Al drank because he was just that kind of guy, but I drank because I was depressed about my failed career. When I was twenty-four, Al asked me to marry him, and it was that moment that my depression lifted. So what if I wasn't a baker? I had the love of my life, a cushy place to live, my parent's money...things were good. I stopped going out at night, and instead stayed inside to read and study while waiting for my fiancee to get back from the bar. I was growing up finally, I started to be more serious about things, and by time the honeymoon was over me and Al were fighting. I wanted him home more, he wanted more freedom. My parents got us our own place, so they wouldn't have to listen to us shouting, but it wasn't needed...because a lot of the time he stopped coming home. It wasn't until my twenty-sixth birthday party that I learned why. You would think a man would be happy to have a devoted wife with aspirations for the future, but obviously not.
We were laughing together with a couple friends, something we hadn't done in a very long time, when out of the blue a man walked up to us. I thought maybe he was going to hit on Steffie, my gal friend...but he grabbed my husband and snogged him like I had never seen anyone do before. Needless to say, drinks and punches were thrown, and I filed for divorce two months later. As for the past two years of my life? Well, he still refused to sign the papers, trying to milk my family dry for as long as he could. I kicked him out, and again opened a bakery, this time much more successful. My life was getting on track, and for my twenty-eighth some of my girlfriends invited me out for a celebration. Then the most horrifying thing happened, and I'll never forget it. It started at one end of the pub, and worked it's way through the whole building. Everyone was coughing, except me, and then they started dropping like flies, blood pouring from some mouths, but all of them dead instantly, even my friends. It was every where, outside in the streets, all through my parent's manor. Anywhere that I looked I saw death, and it almost drove me crazy.ｃｏｖｅｒ ｕｐ
Occupation: Owner of a bakery and head pastry maker.
Status/Relationship: I guess I'm single now...
Orientation/Sexual: Straight.
Additions/Physical: Both ears pierced but no earrings.
Imperfections/Physical: Right pinky is bent oddly. Burn scars on hands and wrists from the ovens. Birthmark going from right shoulder down to tailbone, looks like a line of pale pink.
Hobbies: Jogging, reading, going to movies, renovating houses.
Habits/Bad: I chew my nails when I am nervous, I always say less than I know.
Interests: dusk during the summer, eating ice cream when I'm feverish, watching late-night movies on tv, Agatha Christie's novels.
Disinterests: walking alone at night, people who cheat, lying to people I love, vomiting.
Ethnicity: Purebred English Cadenza of the Heart
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