MECHA SITE
Star Wars: (uriel and prince)
Darth Satorseth, Uriel Valentine, is 19 years old, a rather young Sith Inquisitor prodigy who, despite being allowed Darth status, is still learning a few things. He is an anomaly. A Sith magic experiment that augmented his body with the lightsaber crystals of fallen Sith and Jedi alike. He has spent his life constantly uprooted and never really forming attachments to anyone or anything. He really gets along with (prince) though. They are often paired up on missions together. He has trained extensively in Niman and uses Jar'Kai, but he does not use them exclusively. He relies primarily on his force powers, which are enhanced by the augumentation.
Walking Dead
![Picture](/uploads/1/4/5/9/14590338/1574869_orig.jpg)
[b]Full Name:[/b] Sorrel - Magdog
[b]Aliases:[/b]
none
[b]Avatar Photo:[/b]
http://niitaricharacters.weebly.com/uploads/1/4/5/9/14590338/1574869_orig.jpg
[b]Age:[/b]
25
[b]Gender:[/b]
Male
[b]Appearance:[/b]
Built well and strong as a bull, Sorrel is a pretty good looking guy with a muscular build, blue eyes, and messy brown hair.
[b]Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):[/b]
Freelancer/vagabond/mercenary
[b]Hometown (city, state, country):[/b]
New York City, New York, USA
[b]Relationships (relatives, friends,...):[/b]
- His German Shepherd, traveling with
- Merlin Scarlett, friend (traveling with)
[b]Weapons (currently in possession):[/b]
- Saracen Recurve Bow
- US Military Jungle Machete
[b]Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):[/b]
- Backpack, First Aid kit, canteen, mess kit, survival blanket, flint and tinder, Swiss Army multipurpose knife, New York transit map, various coded maps
[b]Mode of transportation:[/b]
Walking
[b]List 3 or more good personality traits:[/b]
- Determined: Lying down and dying isn't an option. The only way to survive is to beat the world at its own game. To overcome is to win.
- Focused: He can isolate his emotions to a degree that he can respond to any crisis rationally and efficiently. He is seldom turned from his path.
- Compassionate: He will help those who seek need, but not to the point where he lets them incapacitate themselves with their needs. He believes in getting people on their feet so they can walk alone.
- Curious: Always willing to learn and teach, there are few things he will refuse to listen to. He is always experimenting, finding new methods of doing things, and tries to think outside the box. He is not stupid about it though.
[b]List 3 or more bad personality traits:[/b]
- Blunt: Easily offending others with his "shut up and get over it, that's how things are" approach to the current situation. Sometimes comes across as unfeeling, and it can affect people's perception of him.
- Loner: Often wandering away and relinquishing his responsibilities, a lot would say he's untrustworthy, but really, he hates forming attachments or getting glommed into a group. He prefers being on his own, and will only travel with a tiny group at a time if he has to.
- Careless: As focused as he is, sometimes he focuses too hard on too few things, and often forgets to check his surroundings. This is more linked to the underlying, apathetic desire to stop continuing.
[b]List 3 strengths:[/b]
- Nomad: Never settling in one place means he has a great sense of many places, and is very good at picking out shelters, dangerous areas, and supply holds easily. He can navigate expertly and survive in harsh conditions. Never being in one place long also means he does not attract a lot of attention.
- Athlete: Having kept his body in top physical condition, he had a very easy time adjusting to post-apocalypse life: endless walking and fighting and roughing it out. He's more than capable.
- Eye of the Tiger: Acute sight more like 15-15 than 20-20. He can make out leaves on trees and other details from distances. He also has fantastic night vision.
- Sawbones: Need a quick patch job on the field? No problem. He has medical training for instant scenarios and can set bones, stop bleeding, and assist breathing.
[b]List 3 flaws:[/b]
- Superior Complex: He thinks of everyone as dumb sheeples while he is the only one good enough to survive the apocalypse.
- Crippling Depression: He does not want to live on this planet anymore, and hates himself more than others.
- Manic depressive: You could say the crippling depression comes from his manic depressive disorder. Especially since he is off his meds, he is also off his rocker. Be careful.
[b]Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:[/b]
Sorrel Magdog was always a free-spirited guy with no real ties to the world or care for the future. He never planned ahead, always going with the flow and taking life as it came. He held a number of odd jobs throughout his life, becoming a jack of all trades. Unlike most who bear the title, he did not just take any job, he took jobs that would be of use to him and further his independence: car mechanic, volunteer fireman, plumber, horse trainer, and even an apprentice bow maker. The latter job, he learned how to make recurves and became very fond of them. He went bow hunting whenever he could and was always practicing. It came to be a very useful skill considering the, well, the zombie apocalypse. Along with his other skills. He always thought they were great skills, but he never thought the need for them would be so dire.
[b]What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:[/b]
Sorrel walked peacefully through the park, letting his dog get some exercise, when a sad looking lady in a lab coat told him to run and not look back. To warn everyone he saw on his way out. Compelled, and having no reason to do otherwise, he took his dog and his... 'friend' on a road trip for innocent fun while the doctor's words haunted him to the core. And then, Outbreak Day. He was out in the heart of New York state woods, listening and watching as the world fell down around everyone. And then it was over. When he emerged, the world was not the same anymore, and neither was he.
[b]Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:[/b]
Sorrel and Merlin have been traveling together since Outbreak Day. Avoiding other survivors and so-called "Safe Havens", their only goals are to make it to tomorrow and kill as many undead as possible.
[b]Aliases:[/b]
none
[b]Avatar Photo:[/b]
http://niitaricharacters.weebly.com/uploads/1/4/5/9/14590338/1574869_orig.jpg
[b]Age:[/b]
25
[b]Gender:[/b]
Male
[b]Appearance:[/b]
Built well and strong as a bull, Sorrel is a pretty good looking guy with a muscular build, blue eyes, and messy brown hair.
[b]Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):[/b]
Freelancer/vagabond/mercenary
[b]Hometown (city, state, country):[/b]
New York City, New York, USA
[b]Relationships (relatives, friends,...):[/b]
- His German Shepherd, traveling with
- Merlin Scarlett, friend (traveling with)
[b]Weapons (currently in possession):[/b]
- Saracen Recurve Bow
- US Military Jungle Machete
[b]Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):[/b]
- Backpack, First Aid kit, canteen, mess kit, survival blanket, flint and tinder, Swiss Army multipurpose knife, New York transit map, various coded maps
[b]Mode of transportation:[/b]
Walking
[b]List 3 or more good personality traits:[/b]
- Determined: Lying down and dying isn't an option. The only way to survive is to beat the world at its own game. To overcome is to win.
- Focused: He can isolate his emotions to a degree that he can respond to any crisis rationally and efficiently. He is seldom turned from his path.
- Compassionate: He will help those who seek need, but not to the point where he lets them incapacitate themselves with their needs. He believes in getting people on their feet so they can walk alone.
- Curious: Always willing to learn and teach, there are few things he will refuse to listen to. He is always experimenting, finding new methods of doing things, and tries to think outside the box. He is not stupid about it though.
[b]List 3 or more bad personality traits:[/b]
- Blunt: Easily offending others with his "shut up and get over it, that's how things are" approach to the current situation. Sometimes comes across as unfeeling, and it can affect people's perception of him.
- Loner: Often wandering away and relinquishing his responsibilities, a lot would say he's untrustworthy, but really, he hates forming attachments or getting glommed into a group. He prefers being on his own, and will only travel with a tiny group at a time if he has to.
- Careless: As focused as he is, sometimes he focuses too hard on too few things, and often forgets to check his surroundings. This is more linked to the underlying, apathetic desire to stop continuing.
[b]List 3 strengths:[/b]
- Nomad: Never settling in one place means he has a great sense of many places, and is very good at picking out shelters, dangerous areas, and supply holds easily. He can navigate expertly and survive in harsh conditions. Never being in one place long also means he does not attract a lot of attention.
- Athlete: Having kept his body in top physical condition, he had a very easy time adjusting to post-apocalypse life: endless walking and fighting and roughing it out. He's more than capable.
- Eye of the Tiger: Acute sight more like 15-15 than 20-20. He can make out leaves on trees and other details from distances. He also has fantastic night vision.
- Sawbones: Need a quick patch job on the field? No problem. He has medical training for instant scenarios and can set bones, stop bleeding, and assist breathing.
[b]List 3 flaws:[/b]
- Superior Complex: He thinks of everyone as dumb sheeples while he is the only one good enough to survive the apocalypse.
- Crippling Depression: He does not want to live on this planet anymore, and hates himself more than others.
- Manic depressive: You could say the crippling depression comes from his manic depressive disorder. Especially since he is off his meds, he is also off his rocker. Be careful.
[b]Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:[/b]
Sorrel Magdog was always a free-spirited guy with no real ties to the world or care for the future. He never planned ahead, always going with the flow and taking life as it came. He held a number of odd jobs throughout his life, becoming a jack of all trades. Unlike most who bear the title, he did not just take any job, he took jobs that would be of use to him and further his independence: car mechanic, volunteer fireman, plumber, horse trainer, and even an apprentice bow maker. The latter job, he learned how to make recurves and became very fond of them. He went bow hunting whenever he could and was always practicing. It came to be a very useful skill considering the, well, the zombie apocalypse. Along with his other skills. He always thought they were great skills, but he never thought the need for them would be so dire.
[b]What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:[/b]
Sorrel walked peacefully through the park, letting his dog get some exercise, when a sad looking lady in a lab coat told him to run and not look back. To warn everyone he saw on his way out. Compelled, and having no reason to do otherwise, he took his dog and his... 'friend' on a road trip for innocent fun while the doctor's words haunted him to the core. And then, Outbreak Day. He was out in the heart of New York state woods, listening and watching as the world fell down around everyone. And then it was over. When he emerged, the world was not the same anymore, and neither was he.
[b]Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:[/b]
Sorrel and Merlin have been traveling together since Outbreak Day. Avoiding other survivors and so-called "Safe Havens", their only goals are to make it to tomorrow and kill as many undead as possible.
![Picture](/uploads/1/4/5/9/14590338/8979568_orig.jpg)
[b]Full Name:[/b]
Merlin Scarlett
[b]Aliases:[/b]
None
[b]Avatar Photo:[/b]
- Post link here
[b]Age:[/b]
20
[b]Gender:[/b]
Male
[b]Appearance:[/b]
Merlin has fair skin. He has unruly brown hair in waves and light curls. He has a strong jawline with high, yet not terribly prominent, cheekbones. He has large, bright hazel eyes that often shine blue in reflected sunlight.
[b]Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):[/b]
Art Student, Fast Food Restaurant Employee, Night Shift Gas Station Attendant
[b]Hometown (city, state, country):[/b]
Lansing, Iowa, USA
New York City, New York, USA (living there when Outbreak hit)
[b]Relationships (relatives, friends,...):[/b]
Byron Scarlett, father (Unknown, presumed dead)
Harriet Scarlett, mother (Unknown, presumed dead)
Sorrel Magdog, friend (traveling with)
Sorrel's dog (traveling with)
[b]Weapons (currently in possession):[/b]
Scimitar
Saracen Recurve Bow
Hammer
[b]Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):[/b]
Flashlight, MREs (4), can opener, candles, assorted lighters (5), piano wire, map of Wisconsin, old set of keys (car, house, etc) with a chibi batman keychain on it
[b]Mode of transportation:[/b]
Walking.
[b]List 3 or more good personality traits:[/b]
Sweet: He has a pure and caring heart. He is quick to forgive and eager to help people no matter who they are. He believes everyone has good inside them, they deserve second chances, and all that other stuff.
Creative: He's always looking for ways to change and make things, either to make life easier or to fix outdated methods for things.
Listener: You can tell him any of your problems, and he will stay and hear them all. Secrets, rants, etc. He will be there for you if you need him. He also takes in what others wish to impart on him, and he is good at following orders.
[b]List 3 or more bad personality traits:[/b]
Laziness: Not the chronic "I'm not helping you when you are in danger" sort of laziness, but the sort that asks for "five more minutes, mom," and "I'd rather not lift all those heavy things, but if you don't find anyone else, I guess I'll help."
Volatile: For a rather passive appearing person, he can get thrown into rather careless rages when his friends are being threatened. Wether it's just screaming or actual physical violence, it's just best to hold him back and make him calm down before he does something he'll regret.
Shy: Not the "teehee, nice to meet you" but the "oh gawd I'm bleeding, but it would be super awkward to ask those people for help." He hates social interaction or speaking up. He does not feel like he has anything to contribute to a group, so he prefers not to be asked to.
[b]List 3 strengths:[/b]
Perception: Merlin has a high level of awareness when it comes to his surroundings. He can sense when things are out of place, when there's a foul wind in the air, when the forest is just a little too quiet. It's the big picture and the subtle nuance. Though not a hundred percent accurate, he has been, for the most part, fantastic at sensing danger before it strikes.
Quick Learner: He can pick up skills as easy as 1,2,3. Or close enough. It does not take him long to get the hang of something. A very keen survival necessity.
Negotiator: By determining what everyone wants, Merlin is rather good at getting things squared away.
[b]List 3 flaws:[/b]
Pantser: He does things by the skin of his teeth rather than sit and plan ahead for what is to come. He goes with the flow. He can be led but he cannot lead. His skills are better used under the more strategic.
Bad Wrist: A childhood injury that never healed properly resulted in Merlin's right wrist being rather weak. It pops in and out of joint. It cramps up after extended use. Not a good thing when he has to fight his way away from a horde.
Animal Disliker: He doesn't want to be near your dogs or pet your cats or tend your walking meat markets. He does not like their smell, teeth, etc. Though he'll probably be happy enough to kill some for you. He only puts up with Sorrel's dog.
[b]Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:[/b]
A frivolous art student with no direction in life, Merlin Scarlett thought his life could never get exciting. His parents lost all faith in him, he had no friends except his odd neighbor Sorrel Magdog who would always disappear for days on end without warning, and he wasn't all that sure he cared about the fact that he was alone. He is a very friendly person, but he sides more along with his introversion, which can make being around others difficult as he never gets the personal space he really needs. It wasn't that hard back then. Back then everybody ignored him and called him a lost cause. It was all because of the art. He wasn't that good, but he loved it too much to let it go. A little recluse, he devoted his time to his school and his art. Nothing ever happened worth mentioning. The days came and went.
[b]What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:[/b]
Then everything went to hell and he was tossed about in the midst of it like salad in a bowl. Sorrel eventually found him and pulled him along for the ride, training him how to survive and helping him find his footing.
[b]Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:[/b]
Merlin has become harder. He has a ways to go as far as honing his skills and instincts, but he is losing his pre-apocalypse squishiness and gaining more strength physically and mentally. After traveling with Sorrel for the past two years, having seen hardships left and right, been loved and betrayed, saved and attacked, his view of the world and his place in it has steadily been warping into something else, for better or worse.
Merlin Scarlett
[b]Aliases:[/b]
None
[b]Avatar Photo:[/b]
- Post link here
[b]Age:[/b]
20
[b]Gender:[/b]
Male
[b]Appearance:[/b]
Merlin has fair skin. He has unruly brown hair in waves and light curls. He has a strong jawline with high, yet not terribly prominent, cheekbones. He has large, bright hazel eyes that often shine blue in reflected sunlight.
[b]Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):[/b]
Art Student, Fast Food Restaurant Employee, Night Shift Gas Station Attendant
[b]Hometown (city, state, country):[/b]
Lansing, Iowa, USA
New York City, New York, USA (living there when Outbreak hit)
[b]Relationships (relatives, friends,...):[/b]
Byron Scarlett, father (Unknown, presumed dead)
Harriet Scarlett, mother (Unknown, presumed dead)
Sorrel Magdog, friend (traveling with)
Sorrel's dog (traveling with)
[b]Weapons (currently in possession):[/b]
Scimitar
Saracen Recurve Bow
Hammer
[b]Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):[/b]
Flashlight, MREs (4), can opener, candles, assorted lighters (5), piano wire, map of Wisconsin, old set of keys (car, house, etc) with a chibi batman keychain on it
[b]Mode of transportation:[/b]
Walking.
[b]List 3 or more good personality traits:[/b]
Sweet: He has a pure and caring heart. He is quick to forgive and eager to help people no matter who they are. He believes everyone has good inside them, they deserve second chances, and all that other stuff.
Creative: He's always looking for ways to change and make things, either to make life easier or to fix outdated methods for things.
Listener: You can tell him any of your problems, and he will stay and hear them all. Secrets, rants, etc. He will be there for you if you need him. He also takes in what others wish to impart on him, and he is good at following orders.
[b]List 3 or more bad personality traits:[/b]
Laziness: Not the chronic "I'm not helping you when you are in danger" sort of laziness, but the sort that asks for "five more minutes, mom," and "I'd rather not lift all those heavy things, but if you don't find anyone else, I guess I'll help."
Volatile: For a rather passive appearing person, he can get thrown into rather careless rages when his friends are being threatened. Wether it's just screaming or actual physical violence, it's just best to hold him back and make him calm down before he does something he'll regret.
Shy: Not the "teehee, nice to meet you" but the "oh gawd I'm bleeding, but it would be super awkward to ask those people for help." He hates social interaction or speaking up. He does not feel like he has anything to contribute to a group, so he prefers not to be asked to.
[b]List 3 strengths:[/b]
Perception: Merlin has a high level of awareness when it comes to his surroundings. He can sense when things are out of place, when there's a foul wind in the air, when the forest is just a little too quiet. It's the big picture and the subtle nuance. Though not a hundred percent accurate, he has been, for the most part, fantastic at sensing danger before it strikes.
Quick Learner: He can pick up skills as easy as 1,2,3. Or close enough. It does not take him long to get the hang of something. A very keen survival necessity.
Negotiator: By determining what everyone wants, Merlin is rather good at getting things squared away.
[b]List 3 flaws:[/b]
Pantser: He does things by the skin of his teeth rather than sit and plan ahead for what is to come. He goes with the flow. He can be led but he cannot lead. His skills are better used under the more strategic.
Bad Wrist: A childhood injury that never healed properly resulted in Merlin's right wrist being rather weak. It pops in and out of joint. It cramps up after extended use. Not a good thing when he has to fight his way away from a horde.
Animal Disliker: He doesn't want to be near your dogs or pet your cats or tend your walking meat markets. He does not like their smell, teeth, etc. Though he'll probably be happy enough to kill some for you. He only puts up with Sorrel's dog.
[b]Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:[/b]
A frivolous art student with no direction in life, Merlin Scarlett thought his life could never get exciting. His parents lost all faith in him, he had no friends except his odd neighbor Sorrel Magdog who would always disappear for days on end without warning, and he wasn't all that sure he cared about the fact that he was alone. He is a very friendly person, but he sides more along with his introversion, which can make being around others difficult as he never gets the personal space he really needs. It wasn't that hard back then. Back then everybody ignored him and called him a lost cause. It was all because of the art. He wasn't that good, but he loved it too much to let it go. A little recluse, he devoted his time to his school and his art. Nothing ever happened worth mentioning. The days came and went.
[b]What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:[/b]
Then everything went to hell and he was tossed about in the midst of it like salad in a bowl. Sorrel eventually found him and pulled him along for the ride, training him how to survive and helping him find his footing.
[b]Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:[/b]
Merlin has become harder. He has a ways to go as far as honing his skills and instincts, but he is losing his pre-apocalypse squishiness and gaining more strength physically and mentally. After traveling with Sorrel for the past two years, having seen hardships left and right, been loved and betrayed, saved and attacked, his view of the world and his place in it has steadily been warping into something else, for better or worse.
![Picture](/uploads/1/4/5/9/14590338/5288618_orig.jpg)
[b]Full Name:[/b]
Chaison Chambers
[b]Aliases:[/b]
"Chaz"
[b]Avatar Photo:[/b]
- Post link here
[b]Age:[/b]
19
[b]Gender:[/b]
Male
[b]Appearance:[/b]
Biracial of half-black and half-hispanic parentage.
[b]Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):[/b]
Highschool Student, Fry Cook at Steak and Shake
[b]Hometown (city, state, country):[/b]
Meridian, Idaho, USA
[b]Relationships (relatives, friends,...):[/b]
Prince Chambers, father (deceased)
Guadalupe Chambers, mother (deceased)
Ryan Yang, friend (deceased)
Lisa Yang, friend (Unknown Whereabouts)
[b]Weapons (currently in possession):[/b]
Baseball Bat enhanced with nails
Switchblade
[b]Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):[/b]
an extra plain red sweatshirt, canteen, pocket knife, tackle, basic sewing kit, matchbox, bandaids, Aspirin
[b]Mode of transportation:[/b]
Bicycle
[b]List 3 or more good personality traits:[/b]
Brave
Determined
Cooperative
[b]List 3 or more bad personality traits:[/b]
Self-defeatist
Little narcissistic
Stubborn
[b]List 3 strengths:[/b]
Physical Strength
Lawful Good
Keen Hearing
[b]List 3 flaws:[/b]
Uncompromisable
Bad Aim
Sociable - to the point where he cannot really do well on his own. Needs to stay in groups.
[b]Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:[/b]
Chaz grew up in Mexico till he was about three years old. His parents immigrated to America and moved often from place to place till finally settling down in Idaho when he was eight. His parents opened up a bookstore and they did very well, prompting them to buy up another business and open an ice cream shop. Chaz was always very bright and well liked in his school and neighborhood. He made lots of friends, his usual buddies being a group of Hmong kids that lived next door. They never got into serious trouble. He lived quite happily, only with on and off struggle and sadness during the earlier years of his life during tough financial situations and the constant moves. He was always an avid reader with an inquisitive mind. He took AP classes in science to pursue a career in Biology. But then his bright and happy life changed when the zombies attacked.
[b]What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:[/b]
Chaz was sleeping over at his Hmong friends' house when Outbreak Day came to his hometown. They were all roused awake by the sound of the Hmong kids' grandmother screaming. To their horror, some crazy guy had broken in and was viciously biting at her. They all beat him off, but poor grandma was too injured, and she died on the living room floor. They quickly dialed the cops, but the dispatch office was "not available". To their further horror that would only continue spiraling out of control from there, grandma woke up with a nagging desire to eat everyone's flesh.
As Chaz puts it, everything after that passed in a blur. The world went from eat, school, work, play, sleep, to eat, fight, fight, and fight some more.
[b]Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:[/b]
Chaz is still a generally nice person, though perhaps not nice enough. He stays by his group and looks down on most other people
Chaison Chambers
[b]Aliases:[/b]
"Chaz"
[b]Avatar Photo:[/b]
- Post link here
[b]Age:[/b]
19
[b]Gender:[/b]
Male
[b]Appearance:[/b]
Biracial of half-black and half-hispanic parentage.
[b]Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):[/b]
Highschool Student, Fry Cook at Steak and Shake
[b]Hometown (city, state, country):[/b]
Meridian, Idaho, USA
[b]Relationships (relatives, friends,...):[/b]
Prince Chambers, father (deceased)
Guadalupe Chambers, mother (deceased)
Ryan Yang, friend (deceased)
Lisa Yang, friend (Unknown Whereabouts)
[b]Weapons (currently in possession):[/b]
Baseball Bat enhanced with nails
Switchblade
[b]Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):[/b]
an extra plain red sweatshirt, canteen, pocket knife, tackle, basic sewing kit, matchbox, bandaids, Aspirin
[b]Mode of transportation:[/b]
Bicycle
[b]List 3 or more good personality traits:[/b]
Brave
Determined
Cooperative
[b]List 3 or more bad personality traits:[/b]
Self-defeatist
Little narcissistic
Stubborn
[b]List 3 strengths:[/b]
Physical Strength
Lawful Good
Keen Hearing
[b]List 3 flaws:[/b]
Uncompromisable
Bad Aim
Sociable - to the point where he cannot really do well on his own. Needs to stay in groups.
[b]Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:[/b]
Chaz grew up in Mexico till he was about three years old. His parents immigrated to America and moved often from place to place till finally settling down in Idaho when he was eight. His parents opened up a bookstore and they did very well, prompting them to buy up another business and open an ice cream shop. Chaz was always very bright and well liked in his school and neighborhood. He made lots of friends, his usual buddies being a group of Hmong kids that lived next door. They never got into serious trouble. He lived quite happily, only with on and off struggle and sadness during the earlier years of his life during tough financial situations and the constant moves. He was always an avid reader with an inquisitive mind. He took AP classes in science to pursue a career in Biology. But then his bright and happy life changed when the zombies attacked.
[b]What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:[/b]
Chaz was sleeping over at his Hmong friends' house when Outbreak Day came to his hometown. They were all roused awake by the sound of the Hmong kids' grandmother screaming. To their horror, some crazy guy had broken in and was viciously biting at her. They all beat him off, but poor grandma was too injured, and she died on the living room floor. They quickly dialed the cops, but the dispatch office was "not available". To their further horror that would only continue spiraling out of control from there, grandma woke up with a nagging desire to eat everyone's flesh.
As Chaz puts it, everything after that passed in a blur. The world went from eat, school, work, play, sleep, to eat, fight, fight, and fight some more.
[b]Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:[/b]
Chaz is still a generally nice person, though perhaps not nice enough. He stays by his group and looks down on most other people
![Picture](/uploads/1/4/5/9/14590338/7833112_orig.jpg)
[b]Full Name:[/b]
Minori Yamada
[b]Aliases:[/b]
Min-chan
[b]Avatar Photo:[/b]
- Post link here
[b]Age:[/b]
17
[b]Gender:[/b]
Female
[b]Appearance:[/b]
Japanese. She has black hair that goes just below her shoulders. She usually keeps it up in a bun or a ponytail. She has large, dark eyes. She is petite and has a round face.
[b]Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):[/b]
Highschool student. No job.
[b]Hometown (city, state, country):[/b]
London, England
(before that, she lived in Kyoto, Japan)
[b]Relationships (relatives, friends,...):[/b]
Junko Yamada, mother (Unknown Whereabouts)
[b]Weapons (currently in possession):[/b]
Two hammers
AR-15
[b]Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):[/b]
small sleeping bag, bag of dried meat, canned vegetable cans, two flashlights, pair of walkie talkies, police handcuffs, bandaids, thermometer, bottle of Tylenol
[b]Mode of transportation:[/b]
Horse, picked it up off a farm
[b]List 3 or more good personality traits:[/b]
Kind
Generous
Hard worker
[b]List 3 or more bad personality traits:[/b]
Strong Anxiety
Weak willed
Eager to please
[b]List 3 strengths:[/b]
Knowledge of animals and animal handling
Survival skills
Can cook and sew (can also sew wounds back up)
Not afraid of blood and gore
[b]List 3 flaws:[/b]
Easily frightened by undead or loud noises
Can't swim well
Mediocre pain tolerance
[b]Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:[/b]
-dad absent from life entirely,
-moved to England because of mom's job
-volunteered at a vet
-learned horseback riding and was good at polo
[b]What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:[/b]
-watched mom get eaten
-ran away with boyfriend, then he got eaten
-wandered around from group to group but never really fit in
[b]Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:[/b]
- learned to sort of adapt. better than at outbreak. is still learning
Minori Yamada
[b]Aliases:[/b]
Min-chan
[b]Avatar Photo:[/b]
- Post link here
[b]Age:[/b]
17
[b]Gender:[/b]
Female
[b]Appearance:[/b]
Japanese. She has black hair that goes just below her shoulders. She usually keeps it up in a bun or a ponytail. She has large, dark eyes. She is petite and has a round face.
[b]Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):[/b]
Highschool student. No job.
[b]Hometown (city, state, country):[/b]
London, England
(before that, she lived in Kyoto, Japan)
[b]Relationships (relatives, friends,...):[/b]
Junko Yamada, mother (Unknown Whereabouts)
[b]Weapons (currently in possession):[/b]
Two hammers
AR-15
[b]Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):[/b]
small sleeping bag, bag of dried meat, canned vegetable cans, two flashlights, pair of walkie talkies, police handcuffs, bandaids, thermometer, bottle of Tylenol
[b]Mode of transportation:[/b]
Horse, picked it up off a farm
[b]List 3 or more good personality traits:[/b]
Kind
Generous
Hard worker
[b]List 3 or more bad personality traits:[/b]
Strong Anxiety
Weak willed
Eager to please
[b]List 3 strengths:[/b]
Knowledge of animals and animal handling
Survival skills
Can cook and sew (can also sew wounds back up)
Not afraid of blood and gore
[b]List 3 flaws:[/b]
Easily frightened by undead or loud noises
Can't swim well
Mediocre pain tolerance
[b]Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:[/b]
-dad absent from life entirely,
-moved to England because of mom's job
-volunteered at a vet
-learned horseback riding and was good at polo
[b]What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:[/b]
-watched mom get eaten
-ran away with boyfriend, then he got eaten
-wandered around from group to group but never really fit in
[b]Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:[/b]
- learned to sort of adapt. better than at outbreak. is still learning
Cloaked
(not on mine)
THE NAMELESS ONE
[div align="center"][div style="width:450px;"][div style="background-color:#1f1f1f;font-family:courier new;font-size:30px;color:#e6e6e6;padding:5px;letter-spacing:-1px;"]The Nameless One[/div][div style="background-color:#1f1f1f;font-family:courier new;font-size:14px;color:#e6e6e6;padding:5px;letter-spacing:-1px;margin-top:-15px;"]also known as "Nameless" but may be renamed[/div][div style="background-color:#1f1f1f;width:130px;height:443px;float:left;"][div style="height:100px;width:100px;border-left:#830d0d 5px solid;border-top:#e6e6e6 5px solid;border-bottom:#e6e6e6 5px solid;border-right:#e6e6e6 5px solid;"][img src="http://niitaricharacters.weebly.com/uploads/1/4/5/9/14590338/5320784_orig.jpg" style="max-width:100px;"][/div][div style="margin-top:10px;width:101px;padding:2px;background-color:#e6e6e6;border-left:#830d0d 5px solid;font-family:courier new;font-size:11px;text-transform:uppercase;color:#1f1f1f;"]male[/div][div style="margin-top:10px;width:101px;padding:2px;background-color:#e6e6e6;border-left:#830d0d 5px solid;font-family:courier new;font-size:11px;text-transform:uppercase;color:#1f1f1f;"]eleven[/div][div style="margin-top:10px;width:101px;padding:2px;background-color:#e6e6e6;border-left:#830d0d 5px solid;font-family:courier new;font-size:11px;text-transform:uppercase;color:#1f1f1f;"]human[/div][div style="margin-top:10px;width:101px;padding:2px;background-color:#e6e6e6;border-left:#830d0d 5px solid;font-family:courier new;font-size:11px;text-transform:uppercase;color:#1f1f1f;"]Neutral
[/div][div style="margin-top:10px;width:101px;padding:2px;background-color:#e6e6e6;border-left:#830d0d 5px solid;font-family:courier new;font-size:11px;text-transform:uppercase;color:#1f1f1f;"]The Nameless Ones[/div][div style="margin-top:10px;width:101px;padding:2px;background-color:#e6e6e6;border-left:#830d0d 5px solid;font-family:courier new;font-size:11px;text-transform:uppercase;color:#1f1f1f;"]Power
none[/div][/div][div style="width:320px;height:440px;margin-left:130px;background-color:rgb(230, 230, 230);"][div style="height:5px;width:1px;"][/div][div align="left"][div style="font-family:courier new;font-size:25px;color:#1f1f1f;margin-left:5px;"][span style="color:#e6e6e6;background-color:#830d0d;padding-left:5px;padding-right:5px;"]A[/span][span style="letter-spacing:2px;"]ppearance[/span][/div][div style="height:100px;overflow:auto;width:315px;font-family:arial;color:#1f1f1f;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;margin-left:5px;"] The Nameless One, often enough shortened to just "Nameless", is a small, slight boy. He has a very willowy build, tight skin stretched in areas where bone shows through from starvation. All of it covered in scars of varying length, size, and thickness. He has ever shifting blue eyes, endlessly staring with mixed emotion at nothing in particular, giving him a vapid but knowing look. As if he's seen a million things yet nothing at all. His hair is a natural, platinum blonde color, but it seems to have turned white.
[/div][div align="left"][div style="font-family:courier new;font-size:25px;color:#1f1f1f;margin-left:5px;margin-top:10px;"][span style="color:#e6e6e6;background-color:#830d0d;padding-left:5px;padding-right:5px;"]P[/span][span style="letter-spacing:2px;"]ersonality[/span][/div][div style="height:100px;overflow:auto;width:315px;font-family:arial;color:#1f1f1f;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;margin-left:5px;"]
If he ever makes a word in utterance to the horrors of which his mind has kindly sealed from behind his eyes, then all his troubled self would become quite clear.
Disturbed. A morbidity in all things that is beyond what children of his age should comprehend. Only on slight occasion does an odd transformation come to his face, that twists it into something beyond human, and he murmurs of dark things long past that he cannot remember. And as soon as the moment comes, it flees. And he is left there blinking, wondering, why everyone looks at him so, and why is he crying again?
For the most part, he is a constant fluctuation between happy and sad, but almost always innocent of his world. He trusts few, and becomes withdrawn when confronted. He hides and cries. A lot. Never trusting in himself or believing himself capable of anything. His self esteem is non existent. He asks for no pleasures in this world, only necessities. And even those are oft barred from him.
He reacts violently towards fairies, either in a fight or flight sense. But when confronted, he cannot explain why.
What can be called "social graces and manners" are hardly lacking, though he is still learning all about how to act. After all, he is only twelve. He can keep himself in line, his emotions checked and balanced, listen when those older speak to him, and follow their instruction when it is given. Only in public though. Really. When he is out in the light, surrounded by too many people to pay attention to or really see. When he is alone or only with a short order of persons, he shows a different side entirely. He becomes a rather frightened and needy child, but a distrustful one. He is wary of others, especially upon first meeting them. Even afterwards, he can come to never trusting them at all, which has caused some problems, especially concerning those who try and care for him. There were a few of them he could not stand being near, to the point he once screamed for hours when around a certain person. He has changed hands multiple times, no one ever quite willing to keep him around for long. If he does come to accept people, it takes a long time for that to occur. He’s about as cold as a child can be at his young age. He’s not quite capable of understanding his own feelings and struggles to explain himself and the reasons for his behavior. Some may guess, based on his past, but nothing is certain. Though the picture of innocence and youth, he is not as blissful or ignorant to the world’s harsh reality as he appears. Returning to his old self by day, he’s haunted by nightmares and the things he suffered through in his mostly unknown past. His experience during that time is theorized as the leading cause for his strangeness, and it is doubted that he can return to normalcy again. Though what is normalcy anyway? Normalcy cannot be labeled and none can really point at anything and say with absolute certainty that it is ‘normal’. Normalcy is an opinion, and everyone’s opinion differs from that of the previous person’s and the next person’s and so on. But it is generally accepted that children his age are normally to be happy, healthy, and secure in the comfort of their home and family. That he is not, so he is deemed to not be in a normal situation or of normal mind. Tragic no doubt, but that is the truth of it.
There are two sides to him. One is expressed in his normal behavior alongside the distrustful and shadowy tendencies and the other is more less noticed. As for his expressive side, he is generally a sympathetic and altruistic young boy with a merciful soul and a large heart. He wants to love and be loved and find the stability that is necessary for children, but the scar in his mind caused by the trauma prevents him from truly moving on. He wants help but refuses it. He’s confused and uncertain of his present and his future. He has become a very troubled child without any real trust or loyalty or feelings of trust and loyalty from others. He feels he is surrounded by strangers, so beyond him and out of reach that even if he cried for help he wouldn’t be answered. That isn’t even the true measure of the loneliness he suffers. He wanders now. Lost between his dark interior and the falsified, optimistic exterior he paints and portrays on a day to day basis. There are moments when he breaks down, when his carefully constructed walls come crumbling in, exposing the soft and vulnerable creature he truly is. There are those moments, and they come on so suddenly that they leave most shocked and unsure how to react. Then he builds himself new walls, new constructs that he makes from the needs and desires of peace that his little heart yearns for. And that is when he is lost again, a little shell mimicking life, a life he never feels a part of, a life he feels he’ll never know.
[i][/i][/div][div align="left"][div style="font-family:courier new;font-size:25px;color:#1f1f1f;margin-left:5px;margin-top:10px;"][span style="color:#e6e6e6;background-color:#830d0d;padding-left:5px;padding-right:5px;"]B[/span][span style="letter-spacing:2px;"]ackground[/span][/div][div style="height:100px;overflow:auto;width:315px;font-family:arial;color:#1f1f1f;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;margin-left:5px;"] Nameless does not remember his past. His mind has kept it from him as a survival instinct. For how can one survive when they are incapacitated beyond function for something that exists in their head?
[/div][div style="background-color:#830d0d;color:#e6e6e6;font-family:courier new;font-size:11px;padding:2px;text-align:center;margin-top:10px;"][b]FC NAME[/b] from [b]SERIES[/b][/div][/div][/div][/div][/div][div style="font-family:verdana;font-size:8px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#e6e6e6;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:3px;"]coded by ulla[/div][/div][/div]
[div align="center"][div style="width:450px;"][div style="background-color:#1f1f1f;font-family:courier new;font-size:30px;color:#e6e6e6;padding:5px;letter-spacing:-1px;"]The Nameless One[/div][div style="background-color:#1f1f1f;font-family:courier new;font-size:14px;color:#e6e6e6;padding:5px;letter-spacing:-1px;margin-top:-15px;"]also known as "Nameless" but may be renamed[/div][div style="background-color:#1f1f1f;width:130px;height:443px;float:left;"][div style="height:100px;width:100px;border-left:#830d0d 5px solid;border-top:#e6e6e6 5px solid;border-bottom:#e6e6e6 5px solid;border-right:#e6e6e6 5px solid;"][img src="http://niitaricharacters.weebly.com/uploads/1/4/5/9/14590338/5320784_orig.jpg" style="max-width:100px;"][/div][div style="margin-top:10px;width:101px;padding:2px;background-color:#e6e6e6;border-left:#830d0d 5px solid;font-family:courier new;font-size:11px;text-transform:uppercase;color:#1f1f1f;"]male[/div][div style="margin-top:10px;width:101px;padding:2px;background-color:#e6e6e6;border-left:#830d0d 5px solid;font-family:courier new;font-size:11px;text-transform:uppercase;color:#1f1f1f;"]eleven[/div][div style="margin-top:10px;width:101px;padding:2px;background-color:#e6e6e6;border-left:#830d0d 5px solid;font-family:courier new;font-size:11px;text-transform:uppercase;color:#1f1f1f;"]human[/div][div style="margin-top:10px;width:101px;padding:2px;background-color:#e6e6e6;border-left:#830d0d 5px solid;font-family:courier new;font-size:11px;text-transform:uppercase;color:#1f1f1f;"]Neutral
[/div][div style="margin-top:10px;width:101px;padding:2px;background-color:#e6e6e6;border-left:#830d0d 5px solid;font-family:courier new;font-size:11px;text-transform:uppercase;color:#1f1f1f;"]The Nameless Ones[/div][div style="margin-top:10px;width:101px;padding:2px;background-color:#e6e6e6;border-left:#830d0d 5px solid;font-family:courier new;font-size:11px;text-transform:uppercase;color:#1f1f1f;"]Power
none[/div][/div][div style="width:320px;height:440px;margin-left:130px;background-color:rgb(230, 230, 230);"][div style="height:5px;width:1px;"][/div][div align="left"][div style="font-family:courier new;font-size:25px;color:#1f1f1f;margin-left:5px;"][span style="color:#e6e6e6;background-color:#830d0d;padding-left:5px;padding-right:5px;"]A[/span][span style="letter-spacing:2px;"]ppearance[/span][/div][div style="height:100px;overflow:auto;width:315px;font-family:arial;color:#1f1f1f;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;margin-left:5px;"] The Nameless One, often enough shortened to just "Nameless", is a small, slight boy. He has a very willowy build, tight skin stretched in areas where bone shows through from starvation. All of it covered in scars of varying length, size, and thickness. He has ever shifting blue eyes, endlessly staring with mixed emotion at nothing in particular, giving him a vapid but knowing look. As if he's seen a million things yet nothing at all. His hair is a natural, platinum blonde color, but it seems to have turned white.
[/div][div align="left"][div style="font-family:courier new;font-size:25px;color:#1f1f1f;margin-left:5px;margin-top:10px;"][span style="color:#e6e6e6;background-color:#830d0d;padding-left:5px;padding-right:5px;"]P[/span][span style="letter-spacing:2px;"]ersonality[/span][/div][div style="height:100px;overflow:auto;width:315px;font-family:arial;color:#1f1f1f;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;margin-left:5px;"]
If he ever makes a word in utterance to the horrors of which his mind has kindly sealed from behind his eyes, then all his troubled self would become quite clear.
Disturbed. A morbidity in all things that is beyond what children of his age should comprehend. Only on slight occasion does an odd transformation come to his face, that twists it into something beyond human, and he murmurs of dark things long past that he cannot remember. And as soon as the moment comes, it flees. And he is left there blinking, wondering, why everyone looks at him so, and why is he crying again?
For the most part, he is a constant fluctuation between happy and sad, but almost always innocent of his world. He trusts few, and becomes withdrawn when confronted. He hides and cries. A lot. Never trusting in himself or believing himself capable of anything. His self esteem is non existent. He asks for no pleasures in this world, only necessities. And even those are oft barred from him.
He reacts violently towards fairies, either in a fight or flight sense. But when confronted, he cannot explain why.
What can be called "social graces and manners" are hardly lacking, though he is still learning all about how to act. After all, he is only twelve. He can keep himself in line, his emotions checked and balanced, listen when those older speak to him, and follow their instruction when it is given. Only in public though. Really. When he is out in the light, surrounded by too many people to pay attention to or really see. When he is alone or only with a short order of persons, he shows a different side entirely. He becomes a rather frightened and needy child, but a distrustful one. He is wary of others, especially upon first meeting them. Even afterwards, he can come to never trusting them at all, which has caused some problems, especially concerning those who try and care for him. There were a few of them he could not stand being near, to the point he once screamed for hours when around a certain person. He has changed hands multiple times, no one ever quite willing to keep him around for long. If he does come to accept people, it takes a long time for that to occur. He’s about as cold as a child can be at his young age. He’s not quite capable of understanding his own feelings and struggles to explain himself and the reasons for his behavior. Some may guess, based on his past, but nothing is certain. Though the picture of innocence and youth, he is not as blissful or ignorant to the world’s harsh reality as he appears. Returning to his old self by day, he’s haunted by nightmares and the things he suffered through in his mostly unknown past. His experience during that time is theorized as the leading cause for his strangeness, and it is doubted that he can return to normalcy again. Though what is normalcy anyway? Normalcy cannot be labeled and none can really point at anything and say with absolute certainty that it is ‘normal’. Normalcy is an opinion, and everyone’s opinion differs from that of the previous person’s and the next person’s and so on. But it is generally accepted that children his age are normally to be happy, healthy, and secure in the comfort of their home and family. That he is not, so he is deemed to not be in a normal situation or of normal mind. Tragic no doubt, but that is the truth of it.
There are two sides to him. One is expressed in his normal behavior alongside the distrustful and shadowy tendencies and the other is more less noticed. As for his expressive side, he is generally a sympathetic and altruistic young boy with a merciful soul and a large heart. He wants to love and be loved and find the stability that is necessary for children, but the scar in his mind caused by the trauma prevents him from truly moving on. He wants help but refuses it. He’s confused and uncertain of his present and his future. He has become a very troubled child without any real trust or loyalty or feelings of trust and loyalty from others. He feels he is surrounded by strangers, so beyond him and out of reach that even if he cried for help he wouldn’t be answered. That isn’t even the true measure of the loneliness he suffers. He wanders now. Lost between his dark interior and the falsified, optimistic exterior he paints and portrays on a day to day basis. There are moments when he breaks down, when his carefully constructed walls come crumbling in, exposing the soft and vulnerable creature he truly is. There are those moments, and they come on so suddenly that they leave most shocked and unsure how to react. Then he builds himself new walls, new constructs that he makes from the needs and desires of peace that his little heart yearns for. And that is when he is lost again, a little shell mimicking life, a life he never feels a part of, a life he feels he’ll never know.
[i][/i][/div][div align="left"][div style="font-family:courier new;font-size:25px;color:#1f1f1f;margin-left:5px;margin-top:10px;"][span style="color:#e6e6e6;background-color:#830d0d;padding-left:5px;padding-right:5px;"]B[/span][span style="letter-spacing:2px;"]ackground[/span][/div][div style="height:100px;overflow:auto;width:315px;font-family:arial;color:#1f1f1f;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;margin-left:5px;"] Nameless does not remember his past. His mind has kept it from him as a survival instinct. For how can one survive when they are incapacitated beyond function for something that exists in their head?
[/div][div style="background-color:#830d0d;color:#e6e6e6;font-family:courier new;font-size:11px;padding:2px;text-align:center;margin-top:10px;"][b]FC NAME[/b] from [b]SERIES[/b][/div][/div][/div][/div][/div][div style="font-family:verdana;font-size:8px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#e6e6e6;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:3px;"]coded by ulla[/div][/div][/div]
Fragile Beings
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Ruari O'Hara
7 years old
Race: Nephilim - unawares
Ardal O'Hara (father), unknown (mother [angel]), Miach O'Hara (half-brother)
Ruari was born around the time of Miach's mother's death. He was dropped off on the O'Hara doorstep seven years ago, and his mother was only seen once since then. He grew up in Ardal's care, but always under a shadow of resentment.
He is very sensitive and rather introverted. Like most seven year olds, he's very curious and playful, but these traits are rather suppressed.
He loves Miach very much, but he knows he is not a favorite of his older brother.
7 years old
Race: Nephilim - unawares
Ardal O'Hara (father), unknown (mother [angel]), Miach O'Hara (half-brother)
Ruari was born around the time of Miach's mother's death. He was dropped off on the O'Hara doorstep seven years ago, and his mother was only seen once since then. He grew up in Ardal's care, but always under a shadow of resentment.
He is very sensitive and rather introverted. Like most seven year olds, he's very curious and playful, but these traits are rather suppressed.
He loves Miach very much, but he knows he is not a favorite of his older brother.
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Taigo
Angel... well, sort of...
Always rolling his eyes and saying he knows best. Arrogant. Often taken for being "careless". Messes with people's emotions and does not care. Self-centered. Very wary and does not draw close to others. Always throws up walls.
Acts like he does not care, but he proooobably does.
Angel... well, sort of...
Always rolling his eyes and saying he knows best. Arrogant. Often taken for being "careless". Messes with people's emotions and does not care. Self-centered. Very wary and does not draw close to others. Always throws up walls.
Acts like he does not care, but he proooobably does.
The Howling
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Ophelien Toussaint
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Sylvain Sauveterre
werewolf
werewolf
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Finn O'Faolain
Werewolf Hunter
roughly 29 years old
ironic that his last name is wolf while he himself hunts down the man-were beasts
Werewolf Hunter
roughly 29 years old
ironic that his last name is wolf while he himself hunts down the man-were beasts