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 Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 2:01 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 2:04 pm
▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xx▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xx▃▃▃▃▃▃ oxoxoxox☇ DORIAN RANDALL GAY oxoxoxox﹙ WE FEAR WHAT LIVES AT NIGHT...﹚ oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxobefore the infection: a ten year old grade school student oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoThe years of my life: thirteen oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoCan't you tell? I am a: boy oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoI can't get enough of those: girls, cute ones! oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoMy theme song: Let it all Out // Soyala27 Fandubs oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoLove them: shelter, sunny days, potato chips oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoBurn them: rainy/ dark days, the death of his parents, anyone teasing him about his last name Dear Diary... Dorian was born, a spoiled rich kid, as most would put it. His father was a senator in D.C and his mother was a fast talking, foul mouthed, housewife who enjoyed fine wine and asitting with her friends all day. This child was their late in life baby. While they loved him, it was easy to tell that they were simply not meant to be parents. His mother loved to Party, being a trophy wife, and his dad was too busy with work to be bothered with some kid. So for his early life he was raised by a Nanny, Au pairs, and pretty much anyone else his parents could get. He was given whatever he wanted, toys, karate classes, soccer clubs, birthday parties that would make any parent drop their jaws, and plenty of friends.
In school though, despite his friends, he was often bullied. Older kids would make fun off him for his last name, giving him plenty of immature nicknames, and his small build. His mother was always the one to fight his battles for him, making the lives hell for the parents of those bullies. While she may not have have been the best mother it didn't take an idiot to see that she loved her only child. Sadly though, Dorian hardly ever saw his father, except for on CSPAN or the news. When the older man was home he was either taking his wife out to dinner, at fancy parties, never really bonding with his son.
When Dorian was ten, the cure for cancer was found and so after that the infection was out. His parents used their money to make sure that their family was safe, his father having connections and knowing of the danger. He had arranged for his family to be locked in a prison that millionaires and those who could afford it were paying to have themselves locked up and guarded. The thought itself was terrifying for a child and Dorian spent most of his time holding his mother's hand and by her side. She would tell him that she promised never to let anything touch him. "I am a Jersey Guido after all baby. Nobody wants to get me mad!" She would tell him this to make him laugh and feel safe.
It was during the evacuations that their plans failed. The virus had gone airborne and emergency evacuations took place. the family was not prepared. His mother though, made sure that he was never out of her sight. The body guard that his father hired took sick though, along with his father, who later died. The woman though, never got sick, along with her son. It was rare, but both mother and son were immune. They never made it to the prison where they would be locked up and put under watch, but instead were living amongst the seekers in Washington DC.
For the first few months his mother and himself hid in a bank with a few other survivors. They thought that they were safe but underestimated the seekers' strength. Before his eleventh birthday, Dorian witnessed the group being attacked. His mother was killed when she threw her own body over her son to protect him. that sight will never leave his memory, the way her body was ripped apart, yet until the end she never let go of her child. A few other survived the attack and Dorian left with them after they had buried their dead and travelled.
Over the years, Dorian watched as one by one, the others were killed and he was left alone. Now he just runs from place to place. he is determined not to die, knowing that his mother, a selfish woman who loved to spoil herself, had l0oved him so much that she had given away the life she treasured to save him. Because of that, he thinks that he owes it to her to stay alive.
The way I am... On the surface, Dorian displays an immature sort of personality. He is decidedly stubborn and strong-willed, frequently letting his pettiness and vindictiveness get the better of him. He is largely hostile towards figures of authority and feels little incentive to follow orders with which he disagrees, earning him the distinction of being a loose cannon of sorts. He is also rather quick-tempered, resorting more often to fisted violence than calm negotiation to settle disputes. He has a reputation for being foul-mouthed and is an incurably sarcastic cynic, only too happy to bluntly and harshly relieve others of their comfortable delusions regarding god, reality, or their own self-importance (Having gotten those traits from his mother. He has also displayed a propensity towards impatience and an inability to sit still for long, which perhaps contributes to his love of travel.
However, for those few people who have made an impact on him, Dorian shows his deeper nature to be one of marked selflessness, unflinching loyalty and great compassion. As someone who has had to suffer greatly at such a young age, Dorian cannot ignore the true suffering of others and becomes sympathetic upon sensing pain and resolve in people's hearts. Though his solemn advice to such people is often tempered with brusque criticism, it is only because he genuinely wishes to place them on the most direct path forward. As one who has to struggle with a maimed body, he urges those with healthy bodies to use their strong legs to move forward.
✘ox The Sweet Far Thingox
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 6:12 am
▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xx▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xx▃▃▃▃▃▃ oxoxoxox☇Gwendolyn Mae Ashford oxoxoxox﹙ WE FEAR WHAT LIVES AT NIGHT...﹚ oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxobefore the infection: Fifteen year old student. oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoThe years of my life: Eighteen. oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoCan't you tell? I am a: Female oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoI can't get enough of those: Boys and girls. (Bisexual) oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoMy theme song: Do It Like A Dude//Jessie J oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoLove them: Music, cigarettes, leather jackets. oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoBurn them: Jackassery, being sick, messes. Dear Diary... Gwen was orphaned at a young age and spent the first ten years of her life being bounced between more than a few bad foster homes. This left her with a little chip on her shoulder and reluctant to trust. Once she hit middle school, she started skipping and hanging out with gangs and whatnot. Eventually she was brought into one, and was used as a coke mule a few times before she was caught and sent to juvie. There she met a cop, and over the next couple of years, he helped her straighten out and get out of the gang safely. Just a few months before the virus hit, she'd been adopted by the cop and found a place she could really belong.
When the virus first broke out, her new dad could tell this wasn't going to just blow over like many were saying. He got all the guns he could and stockpiled whatever he thought they might need. But despite all the preparation and fortifying of their house, they were overrun. Her dad ended up sacrificing himself to save her, something that haunts her still. Ever since, she has been doing her best to survive and save anyone she can, though she's had little success.
The way I am... Gwen's pretty protective of any friends she might have. She has an intense fear of losing anyone as a result of both her past and the new state of the world. So, she's pretty cautious too, and doesn't like taking risks, especially at night and in cities. Gwen is friendly most of the time, but if someone pisses her off, she won't hesitate to throw a punch.
✘ox La Reine Rose Noireox
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 6:25 am
▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xx▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xx▃▃▃▃▃▃ oxoxoxox☇ Marianetta Elizabeta Dawson oxoxoxox﹙ WE FEAR WHAT LIVES AT NIGHT...﹚ oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxobefore the infection: An eleven year old private school student oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoThe years of my life: Fourteen oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoCan't you tell? I am a: girl oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoI can't get enough of those: adorable guys oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoMy theme song: Iris // The GooGoo Dolls oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoLove them: books, safe houses, her dog- Queen oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoBurn them: cloudy weather, her sister being missing, the dark Dear Diary... Marianetta, or Marie, was born the youngest of two siblings. Her and her sister, Elizabeta, grew up amongst the slums of Harlem New York, New York. While Elizabeta's own birth had been the result of an affair between a married man and their mother, Marie's own had been the outcome of a one-night stand. As such, they never had a proper father figure and were raised by their mother. However, their mother wasn't all sugar as sparkles like you'd imagine she'd be, As they lived in poverty, their mother was mostly away at work, working full time and late shifts at diners, fast food restaurants and god only knows what kid of dance clubs. Because of her many jobs, she was up to her brim in stress and anxiety. So she began looking to drugs and alcohol for a little relief. Sometimes her drinking would get so bad as to where she would leave the children alone for several days to fend for themselves and beat them when they would cry for things like food or attention. Sometimes she even brought home strange men and had her way with them. It was nights like these that Elizabeta would lock her and her sister in a closet and cover her ears to keep out all the lewd sounds and the clashing of broken liquor bottles against the kitchen floor.
Elizabeta, having always had a strong love and affection for her younger sister, would make meals for her as well as take her sisters beatings when her mom got a bit too tipsy. However, this was very often in their fragile home. She would be left with bruises or burns from when her mother made her touch the oven flames as a punishment for just being alive. After a report from her school about the bruises a school nurse had found on Elizabeta, things began to get serious and an investigation was done. Their mother was found guilty of negligent child abuse and was sentenced to twelve years of prison, while the girls were sentenced to a lifetime in the foster-care system.
It was easy to find a home for Marie, considering her innocent nature and cute features, but for Elizabeta who was fourteen at the time, it was difficult. Marie however, refused any foster home that didn't take her sister and Elizabeta wouldn't dare leave her sister's side even for a second. It was them against the world and it had always been that way. For three years, the sisters were transferred from foster home to foster home. There was no family that could handle their rebellious nature for too long. Whether it was Marie's destructive nature or Elizabeta's bad grades and tendency to bring home guys and constantly sneak out. Elizabeta just found it as an opportunity to waste until she turned Eighteen and could take full responsibility of her sister.
Then the cure for cancer was created. People around the world broke out in celebration. Marie on the other hand, wasn't convinced. Finding a cure for cancer was an improbability and for the scientist to take their try at it was to take their try at being God. Elizabeta however, didn't give a rats a**. They had a cure for sick people. So what. Everyday technology advanced and this was just a small part of it all. It was dinnertime when news broke of the infection. Elizabeta, wasn't completely surprised. What did surprise her was the nationwide panic. There were so many people... It didn't seem possible to find a way to escape Harlem, especially with their foster family dragging them down. As such, Elizabeta did the only thing she could at the moment, grab Marie and escape while they had the chance. They passed all the tests, both of their bodies immune to the infection. However, they lost each other in the huge crowds trying to flee to Baltimore and never saw each other again afterward. After more than two years since the infection and the separation from her sister, Marie has been intent on finding her. She has become more skilled at avoiding the infected and keeping herself alive. She has created many safe-houses all over the city as she hoped that Elizabeta would find them and be safe at any possible time. The most common safe-room she favors is a long forgotten bomb shelter in the center of town, below an apartment building, as she thought it was good idea to keep the night-creepers out as well as a bomb if one would ever come along. She is still searching for her elder sister, though has begun to give up hope.
The way I am... Marie has an outgoing and optimistic personality, preferring to look forward to a better future rather then wasting her life away on the bitter past. As a young girl, she is still very sensitive and moody, often getting upset by small things. A horribly honest girl, Marie does her best to tell the truth even thought it may be blunt and unknowingly hurtful. For a girl her age, she is very clever and smart, having had plenty of time to scour numerous libraries in the city and read whatever good book she finds. Despite her seemingly calm nature and happy attitude, Marie inwardly dreads the fact that she may never again find her sister, the only family she has left.
✘ox ll Vintage Nerd llox
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 7:14 pm
▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xx▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xx▃▃▃▃▃▃oxoxoxox☇ EMMA LEIGH LOPEZoxoxoxox﹙ WE FEAR WHAT LIVES AT NIGHT...﹚oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxobefore the infection: twenty-three year old paramedicoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoThe years of my life: twenty-sixoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoCan't you tell? I am a: femaleoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoI can't get enough of those: heterosexualoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoMy theme song: Hello /How are You? // 【 Road 】oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoLove them: feeling some passions, her Papa's old hunting rifle, peppermintsoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoBurn them: her own low self esteem, sardines, the "sick" peopleDear Diary... For the normal part of her life, Emma achieved to be the perfect daughter and make her parents proud. Her mother andnfa5ther both expected the best of her and the years that she was meant to have a childhood instead were spent constantly with tutors and studying. "Mama" and "Papa" were strict parents to say the least, her father wanted the best and would often use the words "useless and disappointing" when she would bring home any grade lower then an "A". while Mama would not say it, she often got her point of getting her point into Emma when she would often make remarks about all of HER hard efforts and she hoped her daughter would work hard too.
Due to Mama and Papa wanting her to focus only on her studies, she was a loner in school, often the target of other kids' torment. They would point out her tight braided hair black hair, Papa saying that she was not allowed to wear it out of the tight braidfs that went to her back and held away from her face because he did not want a vain daughter, her lack of makeup when she was older, because Mama said it was for whores, and for the fact her parents picked out her clothing and made her into the person they wanted her to be. By High school it did not surprise her school counselors wen she had a borderline nervous breakdown after she was made to be the only ninth grader to take SAT prep classes and got to extra morning and after school classes.
Her break down came in the form of her waiting until her parents were gone out to dinner and blaring music loud enough to bring the neighborhood down, lighting all of her school books in the fire place, cutting off her long braids until her messy black hair wildly hung around her shoulders, and taking all of the sleeping pills her parents had found in the house that could kill a horse. Emma was only found after the woman who lived next door found the family's front door unlocked and a half dead teenager passed out on the sofa. It was all a blur to the young girl as paramedics were called, being taken to a hospital, her stomach pumped, suicide watch, Papa calling her pathetic, Mama refusing to hold her hand.
After she was recovered enough, her parents sent her to a boarding school where she lived out the rest of her high school life where she was alone on graduation, Mama and Papa never showing up, an a letter kindly telling her not to contact them again. Emma had good enough grades for a full scholarship to go to the University of Southern California where she planned to reinvent herself. This did not work as she realized that the years her parents had made her study and her own panicky nature and low self esteem made her a social pariah. She ended up taking a three year course to become a paramedic.
Along the way, she still wanted Mama and Papa to accept her so she wrote diligently to them, never getting a reply. At the same time though, she loved her work and kept busing riding in the ambulance and saving lives. She still felt like she was not good enough. When the cure for cancer came out it was not important to her, but then people got sick and she was needed, she was once of the few people to see what was really going on while the government tried to hide everything.
Emma was assigned to help people evacuate but instead, she paniced and did the cowardly thing and ran away. Her First stop was to see Mama and Papa, only to be greeted by a dead man and a creature that was once her mother feeding on him. In shock, she felt like eh was not in control when she took Papa's old hunting rifle and killed the creature with a single shot to the chest. Since then she has been traveling the country, trying to escape her own guilt. Often if she comes across other survivors she does not stay long, mostly because she feels that she will be useless. Sometimes though if she sees a male survivor and feels that she needs to feel at least something she will sleep with him, wanting to feel a tiny bit alive.
The way I am... Emma is a socially awkward and panicky woman. Often she will refer to herself as useless and keep her hair covering her face. She is seldom to smile and often depressed and silent, doing what she is told.
✘ox Prannkeox
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 1:53 pm
 Unmasked▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xx▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xx▃▃▃▃▃▃ oxoxoxox☇Hal Embroke oxoxoxox﹙ WE FEAR WHAT LIVES AT NIGHT...﹚ oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxobefore the infection: Former special forces/ Hazmat containment oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoThe years of my life: 27 oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoCan't you tell? I am a: male oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoI can't get enough of those: chicks, Gotta love'm oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoMy theme song:This is war oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoLove them: Women,Guns,food,old TV shows, and Japanese anime's ever since he was a kid. oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoBurn them: infected, Idiots, . Dear Diary... Hal grew up in a military family his father was a Marine, his brother a pilot for the Air force. He became a Army ranger at the age of 22, one of the youngest in the team. He was an expert Marksmen and a skilled user of CQB hand to hand. Although being in the Military he is not very violent and even down right opposed to unnecessary fighting, But it doesn't mean he isn't willing to fight. When the Infection broke out he had just joined the Military's hazardous containment and removal team. Where he witnessed the Dire situation face to face, He realized it wasn't going to end well. So he decided to take what he could and leave convincing several of his team members to follow. Because of all the chaos no one noticed their desertion. When the Infection, fully broke out He and three others in his group secured 2 Stryker's and a large amounts of supplies. But this didn't last, They soon resorted to scavenging for supplies. They did how ever have a large amount of guns and ammo, they offered protection to a group of survivors heading to safe zones which lasted awhile but on one mission they lost track of the time and were ambushed by the infected in the city. He some of his men lost the other Stryker and roughly half their supplies. After a few months his other team members soon fell victim to the infection. He was forced to execute the in order to save them from turning into one of them. Hal soon meet and befriended a Technical genius at one of these safe zones. She was able to keep his stryker fully operational and even make some crude weapons to help fight the infected. He now travels with this technical genius The way I am... Hal is calm, and caring, but in battle is calculated and efficient only using his firearm as a last resort. He knows all to well the feeling of loss, He lost most of his team to the infected. How ever he is glad that the majority of his family died from the infection and not becoming infected. He can sometimes be a bit to caring to the point where its near reckless. He is willing to risk his life to save another only asking if he becomes bitten that he be put down before he becomes infected. ✘ox Andy_1134ox
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 1:57 pm
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the military's weapons and systems. Her Father was a General but died to cancer several years before the "Cure" When the Infection broke out she was evacuated with military personal till they were forced to make a emergency landing. She soon found herself traveling with a caravan of people left behind. They soon got support by a ex-military unit armed with two IAV Strykers, but it didn't last soon they were ambushed and separated. She soon found herself surrounded and out of ammo for her PP-2000 submachine gun. But she was saved by the remaining Stryker and its driver who turned out to be Hal Embroke. In order to repay him she offered to keep and maintain his stryker and help him gather supplies.
Ever since then she and Hal have been traveling together.
She is a skilled mechanic and a skilled marksmen having taken the Army physical fitness exam and even the shooting exam she is quite versatile with a verity of weapons, she how ever cannot wield heavy guns such as the M60 or even the M249 she can how ever wield Handguns and submachine guns with ease. She how ever prefers to avoid the use of guns in this kind of situation.
The way I am... Laura was the daughter of Ruffos Aram Maxwell her father taught her how to shoot and even about Technical engineering She looked up to her Father who him self started out as a Mechanic for the M60 Patton where he worked his way to General. She has developed her stern never told wrong attitude from her father that taught her that she should never back down from what she thinks is right. Since the Out break she has taken up smoking much to Hals dislike.
✘ox Andy_1134ox
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 8:44 pm
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Before the End of the World and I and my colleagues were demonized by the world everything was pretty much good for me but I never realized that until now. Perhaps a good story needs a good beginning. I was born into a family of rich scientist whose names were known across fields of science both major and minor. My mother was mainly a Quantum Physicist who has actually caused an ideal gas to be created. My father is also esteemed Geologist, who has actually delved into the world below if you put it like that. Essentially each of my members majored in a field of science me I sided more with the way life works and prefer to be more out on the field as opposed to being stuck in a lab.
But my skills didn't just develop overnight or anything it was when I was in a High School Biology Lab that I actually got interested in the stuff it wasn't always the fact I was outside but it was also because every little thing came so easily to me. My parents of course noticed this and monitored me even further. Deciding that it would be best for me to move on with life they maintained my education by sending me to MIT where I further increased my family's name in the scientific community. It was around this time also that time that I had attracted a lot of attention from a specific Pharmaceutical Company. Of course for my family's namesake I joined up in what would later kill just about every human being on the planet.
How ever there was a small competition going on between me and another scientist of the same field as I. I believe his name was Charles, least that's from what I remember about him. But what happened was is that I knew he had sabotaged my private research and managed to meet the quota before so his form of the antidote was used. So I did what seemed good and left the Scientific Community even dropping out of MIT in the process. Of course this angered my parents and so they legitimately disowned me leaving me at least some money. I then reestablished myself even legitimately changing my name as well as parts of my face and hiding my other side from the world. I lived the life of a bike courier mainly because I still like outside work and it was the best I could find.
After the outbreak James as well as his colleagues were hunted down, not to see if a cure can be made but for being an 'accomplice' in the ending of the world. So far James is the only one left of his group and hasn't been heard of since the outbreak, least not until now anyways.
The way I am... Being well a fugitive in the wasteland James has become a bit paranoid about somethings, Whether it is an affect from all the guilt he bears on his shoulders or from his insomnia it is unknown to most people and even himself at times but. He tends to avoid most people out of fear that they notice who he is but is always willing to help those who need the help in any way he can. How ever most of the time when he travels with a group he seems to rest a bit easier because he always wears face wrappings. Also when he is in a group he acts much more like he used to which meant a nice worthwhile person who only seeks to make for past mistakes.
✘ox iSnakeeyesox
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2012 12:10 pm
▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xx▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xx▃▃▃▃▃▃oxoxoxox☇ ALESSIA SHAE WEISSoxoxoxox﹙ WE FEAR WHAT LIVES AT NIGHT...﹚oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoBefore the infection: a 21 year old Art majoroxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoThe years of my life: Twenty fouroxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoCan't you tell? I am a: FemaleoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoI can't get enough of those: Boys and GirlsoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoMy theme song: One Day You Will: Lady AntebellumoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoLove them: Art, Living, SunshineoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoBurn them: Night, Being Unable To Draw or Paint, Soft Tissue Sarcoma [Heavily in her hands]Dear Diary... There was nothing spectacular about the family that the frail Alessia Weiss was born into. Her mother worked two jobs one as a waitress at a local restaurant during the day, and at night was a bartender. Her father was a hard-working man that though laid off of most construction jobs who couldn't afford all their workers, always pulled his family through no matter how strained they were because of bills. Little Alessia was proud of her life and vocalized it as much as she could to her friends, who often laughed when she turned her back for being one of the poorer kids in school. The family was extremely close, and though she never had the best things, Alessia knew she was loved and was happy. They we all happy and could never be separated.
The family was unshakeable when it came to most things until Alessia turned ten. The young girl began to lose weight and random numbness in her elbows down to her hands. Her parents being concerned took her in when she randomly loss use of her left hand and had a mild fever shoot through the roof. After a few hours in the hospital, and a few nerve wracking days of not knowing what was wrong, Alessia was diagnosed with Ewing Sarcoma, also known as Soft tissue Sarcoma. The cancerous tumor had formed around her joints in her hands and elbow. The family crumbled to their knees at the news but managed to find strength in each other. After chemo-therapy because of the tumor being so heavily set in the smaller connections of her hand, the girl was cured mostly. The scars of her Ewing Sarcoma hindering her ability to write and draw. But through practice she pushed through and became well known for her art. At fifteen the girl had sold several pieces of art, and found solace in keeping her past hidden from friends.
In her senior year of high school the young woman was struggling with the loss of her mother to a bar-fight that ended up in a shoot out. Her father was struggling to keep the bills paid, and she was struggling with her job to keep working as her Sarcoma had began surfacing again. Her hand was reddened at the wrist, and slightly, but not visibly swollen and lifting things was beginning to get painful. Around work people began to get suspicious and talk, which made things difficult for the aspiring artist, things were only made worse when her father had his hours cut. Bills were backing up, and between the two working hard as they possibly could the family was becoming strained. When it came out her Sarcoma was back Alessia was at work and tried to pick up an object and her hand wouldn't move. Her boss saw this and thought the girl was joking, but when he saw her frustration and the fact she was trying the question was asked. Whats wrong. That one question not only had her hours and position at work changed, but it proved just how much she had affected people. Donations were made towards her treatment after a co-worker visited her home and realized just how hard it was for her father and her to pay the bills. People that attended school with her helped the girl keep up with her class work as she went through surgery to cut some of the tumor out and more chemo-therapy as they couldn't remove it all.
When she entered college after graduating with her class just barely thanks to the weakness she felt from her treatment, the girl was inspired. Her first painting after a few practice trials was of everyone she remembered helping her. The project itself sold to a local museum for a decent profit. After her name got out more she was accepted to a more prominent art school on a full ride scholarship. Life for her was finally good up until her fathers heart just gave out after years of being stressed and over worked. Shortly after that the outbreak occurred leaving Alessia to fend for herself just as signs of her Sarcoma are starting to show once more.
The way I am... Alessia is the optimistic pessimist and for good cause. Her life has been nothing but one big run of obstacles to overcome, but she always tries to see that things will get better. She is a quiet girl with a frail appearance, but a huge heart for those who have suffered in any form. When she was first attacked by someone infected, it killed her to have to use her fathers gun [ The Judge ] to kill them. Ever since she has been traveling during the days trying to find someone she can travel with just for company and to know she is not alone.
✘ox ChiyoYukikoox
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 7:10 pm
▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xx▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xx▃▃▃▃▃▃ oxoxoxox☇ MADISON SAKURA WILLIAMS oxoxoxox﹙ WE FEAR WHAT LIVES AT NIGHT...﹚ oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxobefore the infection: a ten year old elementary student oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoThe years of my life: thirteen oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoCan't you tell? I am a: girl oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoI can't get enough of those: boys oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoMy theme song: Temporary Home by Carrie Underwood oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoLove them: cute things, fruits and animals oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoBurn them: infected, nighttime and dark places Dear Diary... Madison was born to her mother, Diana Rose Yamamoto and her father Caleb Matthew Williams. She was a blessed child, her parents were well off and she was able to get anything she wanted. But due to her 'rich girl appearance', she did not have many friends growing up.
In school, she was always alone and only had one or two people she hung out with. When the outbreak occured, Madison immediately left with her Sergeant First Class father and her stay at home mother. They were heading to the nearest fort but disaster struck. Night fell before they could make it inside and their Humvee was attacked. Madison's mother was outside when they were attacked as she was trying to see how much longer the line into the fort was.
Madison will never forget the sight of her mother being attacked.
Now, sh and her father are heading to Baltimore, Maryland for supplies and help.
The way I am... Madison is a very quiet girl. Because no one wanted to be friends with her, she is also very shy as he never had many friends. Madison is the type of girl to sit in background instead of approaching others on her own. However, she is quite determined to survive as she knows that she is the most important thing in her father's life right now.
Madison's right eye was cut in an Infected ambush and she wears an eyepatch over that eye. She also carries her mother's old trident as he primary weapon.
✘ox Tsubaki_Twilightox
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 7:13 pm
▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xx▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xx▃▃▃▃▃▃ oxoxoxox☇ AIDEN BREND oxoxoxox﹙ WE FEAR WHAT LIVES AT NIGHT...﹚ oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxobefore the infection: 20 year old unemployed/homeless oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoThe years of my life: 23 oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoCan't you tell? I am a: Male oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoI can't get enough of those: Heterosexual oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoMy theme song: Red-Feed the Machine oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoLove them: Cooked food, reading, surviving oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoBurn them: Night, starvation, loneliness Dear Diary... Aiden was born to an incredibly poor family. The oldest of five children, he had a hard life from the very beginning. He did excellently in school, seemingly going through it with a breeze, despite the troubled home-life. He was extremely popular with other children, and was fairly large compared to others too. All throughout school, he was the one that when he stood up, everyone looked. Everyone listened to what he had to say, despite his not talking much. Many seemed to like him entirely because of the entire "mysterious" aura he seemed to give off. He had gone through several small jobs throughout high school, but never saved up substantially.
His home life was another story entirely. It was filled with abuse from his father and his mothers bowing down and uncaring attitude to Aiden and his siblings. He, being the oldest, typically was the primary care-giver to all of them and functioned as the parent almost entirely. With his father's drunken rampages and his mother's uncaring gaze, he was the one that protected his family. Back then he was much happier looking, despite his inner turmoils. He grew to hate his parents, and to learn how to cope. He cooked, cleaned, earned money through odd jobs, and was the authority figure to his younger siblings. He was a leader back then.
After high-school, he went off on his own, leaving the next oldest brother to take care of the rest. He started wandering, taking odd jobs on his owns and largely living on the streets. The world was violent for him, and he had to learn to hold his own, fighting the other homeless and drug-addled people he often ran into. He has his fair shares of scars from the various fights he got into. He learned a few more life-skills here, especially how to scavenge and build make-shift weaponry from mere junk. Survival was key already here.
Then, the "cure" was released.
Aiden, living homelessly and rarely getting news, was unaware of it for a long time... until some of the creatures started getting out. On Aiden's very first occasion meeting any, he had to fight them off using an old baseball bat he had kept on him for a long time. He had no idea what was going on, thinking they were merely more deranged people, but once everything started going to hell simultaneously, he started getting information. He and a large group of other survivors, including one of his younger brothers, the eldest, were bunkered up inside a small home and they had everything they could need. But, as typical, the creatures attacked them on a regular basis. Eventually, Aiden tired of this life, and tried to run away, to survive on his own. He was tired of the death. His brother had already died during one raid, and Aiden blamed himself for not protecting his family. He started hating himself
So then he wandered, doing what he currently is, surviving on his own. He tries to avoid others, especially in groups, so he won't get attached. Although, on the inside, he hopes for a companion to come along with him. These long nights alone are beginning to break him down mentally and emotionally.
The way I am... On the surface, Aiden is cold and calculated. He does what is best for his own survival, incredibly willing to take down other survivors if it's the only way for him to survive. He is incredibly stubborn and is always ready to flaunt his intelligence. It is incredibly hard to get to his emotional center, and almost no one has managed to get to that point with him, except for a few girl-flings back in high-school.
But to those that have gotten deeper into him personally, he is one of the sweetest and most caring people on the planet. He does go out of his way to help people if it doesn't hurt his chances to survive, and sometimes will perform completely selfless acts to further those he cares about. He has a deep anger, from the way his parents treated him, and takes it out on the creatures, and he seems to be in a berserk-like state when fighting, other humans or the creatures. And he hope, to hell and god, that his siblings are still alive. Because if they aren't, then that means he didn't protect them well-enough...
✘ox Fatestitcherox
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 7:15 pm
▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xx▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xx▃▃▃▃▃▃ oxoxoxox☇ CALEB MATTHEW WILLIAMS oxoxoxox﹙ WE FEAR WHAT LIVES AT NIGHT...﹚ oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxobefore the infection: a twenty-six year old Sergeant First Class oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoThe years of my life: twenty-nine oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoCan't you tell? I am a: male oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoI can't get enough of those: pretty women oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoMy theme song: Her Voice by The Little Mermaid Broadway cast oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoLove them: my daughter, guns and finding supplies oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoBurn them: infected, running out of gas and people who can't take a joke. Dear Diary... Caleb was born to an influential family. His father was a General in the US Army while his mother was the Senator of Georgia. Growing up Caleb was infatuated with the military and aspired to be a General like his father. His father was estatic with his son's eagerness and schooled his child in shooting and gave him training he would recieve in the military.
When he reached high school, he met a girl who he fell in love with and who also shared his enthusiaism for the military, however, the girl got pregnant and had to give up her dreams to raise their baby girl, Madison.
Once Caleb gradutated, he immediately joined the army and began rising through the ranks. He became a Sergeant First Class at the age of twenty five, but only a few months into the job, the outbreak occured.
As soon as Caleb heard about the outbreak, he immediately packed his family into their Humvee and began driving to the nearest fort; unfortunately they weren't able to reach the fort before night fall and Caleb's wife was killed.
Now, three years later, Caleb and his daughter Madison are heading towards Baltimore, Maryland for more supplies and help.
The way I am... If were to see Caleb walking down the street, the first they they would notice would be his loudness. Caleb is quite an energetic individual and is always seen with a smile on his face. Though, in today's environment, most would call him a fool for being so loud because he might attract the unwanted attention of the Infected but Caleb has a good reason for being like that; he acts like that to keep morale up as it is extremely easy to get depressed and negative nowdays. Caleb is also quite charismatic and is good at making and keeping friends. And because he is a father, he gets protective of his daughter.
Caleb drives a tan Humvee. Picture 1 Picture 2 Picture 3
Caleb also carries a picture of his late-wife and he. Picture
Caleb's primary weapons are an Anti Tank Rifle and a Sniper Rifle.
✘ox Tsubaki_Twilightox
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