#fear:intro

[kikimcras]

( melissa barrera. cis female. she/her. )  /  LETICIA VILLALOBOS ORTIZ has been with the group for one week and is currently doing their part in the community as a scout. while here, thirty year old has created the reputation of being irreverent & capricious, but can also be known as solicitous & coquettish. in a sticky situation, they will resort to flight mode and their current weapon is a ka-bar. 

trigger/content warnings: parental death, murder, traumatic birth, drug use ( brief mention ), abuse.

everyone calls her a miracle as if somehow being born from the body of a dead mother is a celebration more than it is a tragedy. she is called miracle so often that she thinks it’s her name until the age of five when she goes to school and no one calls her name at attendance. thank god her mother had written out her name--leticia--plainly in the baby book she was saving, or maybe her grandmother really would’ve named her that–miracle, milagros.

leticia sounds like another girl’s name. a girl whose mother is alive and well. a girl whose mother tucks her in at night with stories and songs and goes to sleep in a bed with a father instead of lying six feet underground in a cold box of wood trying to outlast the worms and moles. leticia has a grandmother who puts silk ribbons in her hair and makes her pozole on cold, winter nights. she buys her love with pretty dresses and a doll each time she makes an appearance on the latest tv special with her grandmother. it takes years before she learns this is not a normal way to grieve. there are so many vhs tapes of interviews on oprah and specials on court tv in abuela’s closet that they trump the years she’s been alive on earth. yolanda ortiz makes a monopoly, a dynasty, atop her daughter’s suffering.

it’s not until leticia is twelve that she learns the full story. she’s made so many appearances on television that she’s practically a celebrity–a child star–but she has grown up knowing only that she sprung from her mother’s dead belly like pegasus from the slain body of medusa. so strange, it was almost immaculate. her grandmother had always compared her sweet mother to santa maria. it only lived to serve that in childbirth, she shared that magic. instead, leticia learns that her mother had answered an ad in the paper for free baby clothes and supplies. so clever in its innocuous offer, even the most cynical of her mother’s loved ones would have fallen into that sweet trap–flies to honey.

this is what she learned.

the canonized gabriela ortiz went to 241 nw westbrook dr at 1100 on a tuesday in september. she parked her car in the visitor space of the apartment block and went upstairs to meet ana hernandez and was greeted with a hug and the scent of fresh coffee when she entered the apartment. the two sipped their coffees and talked about the challenges of pregnancy and, for gabriela, impending single motherhood ( oh, but she had her mother to help ). for ana, her husband was anxiously awaiting the birth of a son–if that’s what they ended up having. neither woman knew what she was expecting.

when gabriela told ana that she had an appointment to keep, the generous woman left the kitchen to grab the things she’d promised her–things, she explained, that were doubles of hand me downs from her sisters. ana hernandez returned, not with a box of baby things, but with a knife. leticia shuts the tape off then and does not revisit it until the age of fourteen, where she learns two things. one, that her mother was a fighter. and two, that she was cut from her mother’s stomach with the clumsy skill of a woman who’d never deigned to carve her own turkey. it explains the scar that runs through her hairline, just above her ear. it explains her grandmother’s obsession with tragedy. it tells her nothing about herself and she refuses any more interviews or appearances. she refuses any of her grandmother’s plans for her future. she learns, like her mother, to put her trust in people who are as clever as they are unworthy.

the only thing that makes leticia villalobos feel like she can breathe is running and getting high. she doesn’t give a shit about organized sports, but she loves the feeling of the wind blowing the salt of sweat and rain off of her face. she falls in love several times. she gets her heart broken several more. every person is an opportunity to find some piece of herself. every person is an opportunity to be loved for some other reason than being a miracle. girls like leticia are symbols. like the virgin she represents hope; like the virgin, she is given no identity of her own.

tired of her antics and disobedience, her grandmother sends her to live with some cousins out of state. leticia thinks that her grandmother will have a much easier time controlling her narrative without the burden of a teenage girl. their cousins don’t have a lot, but they at least have their own business–one that’s not built on immortalizing her mother’s death. there are so many kids there already, that everyone just seems to act like she’s always been there. she misses her alone time sparingly, more than overjoyed to have found unconditional love in a house that is always full.

high school is an easy place to make the same pitfalls and mistakes, but leticia survives it. she helps out at the family store and avoids her grandmother’s calls. there’s no real desire or funding for college--though she could go on her grandmother’s dime if she wanted to drown in so much blood money. instead she makes her own way, working at the local gym until she can afford to pay for yoga and personal trainer certifications. she runs everyday and gets her own apartment. life is, despite her propensity for betting on the wrong horse and searching so desperately for love, pretty great.

until she gets the call.

yolanda is much older than she remembers upon her trip back to the hospital. she is not the intimidating matriarch that once rapped her nails on leticia’s shoulder during interviews to prompt a correct answer to a question that was meaningless to a little girl. instead, she lies in a hospital bed like a husk or a ghost and it’s almost enough to make leticia regret leaving until she goes to the house and sees the shrines to gabriela ortiz and not a single shred of evidence that gabriela’s miracle ever lived at all. 

she packs up the house, making it ready to sell as yolanda’s remaining days lesson. she doesn’t take calls from her loved ones or turn on the tv after she passes. her grief, as different from her grandmothers as the sun and moon, necessitates solitude. she doesn’t touch the phone, tv, or internet for three days and, when she does, it’s too call 911 in response to the sound of someone breaking in. there is no one on the other end.

leticia survives by doing what she loves best. she runs. she spends days running and sometimes it feels as if that is all she does. by the time she reaches the woodbridge safe zone, she has been running for years. running away, running for her life, running to feel like a person again. now she runs for a new kind of home. and, she wonders, if it will ever feel as full of love as her cousins’ house once did. she thinks, perhaps, those things are long gone.

[moonstrvcked]

╰     ˊ     *     ✵     ৲          𝑖𝑖.           𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆     𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄:     𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙨     𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙨.

 (   santiago   cabrera .   cis   male .   he / him .   )   /   𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒   𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐒   has   been   with   the   group   for   𝐓𝐖𝐎   𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒   and   is   currently   doing   their   part   in   the   community   as   a   𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐑 .   while   here ,   the   𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘   𝐒𝐈𝐗   year   old   has   created   the   reputation   of   being   𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐓   &   𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 ,   but   can   also   be   known   as   𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓   &   𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 .   in   a   sticky   situation ,   they   will   resort   to   𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓   𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄   and   their   current   weapon   is   a   𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 .

   𝕚 .         ╱          stats .

full   name:   elias   anthony   torres.

nicknames:   eli.

age:   forty   six   years   old.

date   of   birth:   may   3rd,   1973.

zodiac:   taurus.

place   of   birth:   el   paso,   texas.

sexual   &   romantic   orientation:   bisexual.

gender:   male.

hair   color:   brown.

eye   color:   brown.

height:   6′0.

   𝕚𝕚 .         ╱          biography .

 ELIAS’S   LIFE   HAS   ALWAYS   BEEN   PLANNED   OUT .   it   begins   on   a   ranch   in   texas ,   the   smallest   of   those   run   by   the   torres   family .   his   mother   beams   down   at   him ,   exhausted   but   exhilarated ,   and   his   father   cheerfully   puffs   on   a   cigar .   a   second   son ,   the   midwife   announces ,   another   heir   for   a   legacy   that   has   spanned   decades .   elias ,   already   drifting  off   to   sleep ,   has   no   idea   just   how   much   expectation   he’s   been   born   to .

 the   torres   line  is   an   esteemed   one ,   often   called   southern   royalty .   elias’s   great ,   great   grandfather   had   founded   torres   farms   upon   immigrating   to   america   in   the   eighteen   hundreds ,   and   the   family’s   influence   only   spread   over   time .   by   2015 ,   there   were   fourteen   ranches   under   the   torres   name ,   spread   all   across   the   american   south .

 elias   is   the   second   of   three   children !   he   has   one   older   brother   and   one   younger   sister ,   both   of   whom   he   treasures   dearly .   he   trailed   after   his   brother   in   youth ,   wanting   to   be   a   part   of   the   older   boy’s   games ,   and   was   always   the   one   who   put   on   a   tiara   to   play   with   his   sister .

 ELIAS   DOESN’T   WANT   TO   UPHOLD   THE   FAMILY   NAME .   try   as   his   parents   might ,   their   son   has   no   interest   in   the   comings   and   goings   of   their   company ,   no   care   for   being   a   proper   heir .   he   prefers   running   wild   in   the   grasses   of   their   smallest   ranch ,   harassing   their   cowboys   to   teach   him   how   to   lasso .   from   his   very   first   moments ,   elias   is   like   the   wind .   wild  and   unrestrained ,   never   bending   or   breaking   under   pressure .

 elias ,   while   rebellious  and   heretical   and   insouciant ,   does   feel   some   shame   for   disappointing   his   family .    it   hurts ,   seeing   the   frown   on   his   mother’s   face   and   the   stress   lines   under   his   father’s   eyes ,   but   what   can   he   do ?   he   just   wants   to   be   himself .

 he   does   have   some   --   albeit   few   --   good   qualities !   elias  is   charming   and   soft - hearted ,  cheerful  and   bright  and   exuberant .   he’s   the   life   of   the   party ,   the   class   clown ,   the   friend   who   will   always   give   you   a   hug   if   you   need   one .

 ELIAS   IS   A   BIT   OF   A   WRECK .   it   starts   with   one   too   many   drinks ,   skipping   out   on   sunday   service ,   leaving   a   scratch   on   his   grandfather’s   favorite   car .   it   ends   with   two   children   out   of   wedlock ,   a   world   of   responsibility   suddenly   at   his   feet .   he   doesn’t   know   what   to   do   with   children ,   but   he   does   know   this---   he   has   never   loved   anyone   quite   so   much .   he   steps   up   to   the   plate .

 early   life   in   the   torres   household   was   filled   with   mac   &   cheese   dinners ,   often   forgotten   bedtimes ,   dirty   clothes   askew .   elias   was   woefully   unprepared   to   be   a   father ,   and   it   showed .   even   so ,   he   tried   his   absolute   best   and   eventually ,   he  got   the   hang   of   things .

 ELIAS   TRIES   HIS   BEST   TO   CLEAN   UP   HIS   ACT .   he   would   never   acquiesce   to   being   the   heir   to   his   family’s   ranches ,   but   he   does   accept   a   job   offer   from   his   father .   to   his   surprise ,   he   truly   enjoys   working   on   one   of   the   smaller   ranches   as   a   cowboy ,   and   keeps   at   it   till   the   apocalypse   forces   him   to   flee .

 ELIAS   IS   SURPRISINGLY   USEFUL   TO   THE   COMMUNITY .   years   of   ranch   work   lead   well   to   working   as   a   farmer ,   and   he   handles   it   with   ease .   he   has   some   reservations   about   following   leaders   he   doesn’t   know ,   but   he   bites   his   tongue   and   carries   on .   if   nothing   else ,   he   believes   they   want   to   keep   their   people   safe ,   and   won’t   risk   putting   his   children   in   danger   by   rebelling .

[honeybleds-blog]

(  𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧  𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐢  .  𝐜𝐢𝐬  𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞  .  𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐢𝐦  .  )    /    CLIFFORD  “  CLIFF  ”  RUSSELL  has  been  with  the  group  for  two  years  and  is  currently  doing  their  part  in  the  community  as  a  member  of  the  leader  council  .  while  here  ,  the  forty  four  year  old  has  created  the  reputation  of  being  cynical  &  adamant  ,  but  can  also  be  known  as  adaptable  &  benevolent  .  in  a  sticky  situation  ,  they  will  resort  to  flight  mode  and  their  current  weapon  is  a  silenced  pistol  .

                            pinterest  .    &    connections  .    &    playlist  .

hello  !  i’m  cait  ,  one  of  your  friendly  neighborhood  admins  !  this  group  ?  god  ...  you  have  no  idea  how  long  this  baby  has  been  existing  in  limbo  .  and  i  could  not  be  ...  more  grateful  to  have  so  many  of  you  with  us  .  *casper  vc*  can  i  keep  you  ?  before  i  burst  into  tears  like  the  baby  i  am  ,  let’s  play  get  to  know  cliff  !  

BASIC INFORMATION  .

FULL  NAME  :  clifford  earl  russell  .

MEANING  :  lives  near  the  ford  by  the  cliff  .  (  ????  )

NICKNAME(S)  :  cliff,  russell,  etc  .

BIRTH DATE  :  january  10th  .

AGE  :  forty  four  .

ZODIAC  :  capricorn  .

GENDER  :  cis  male  .

PRONOUNS  :  he  /  him  .

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION  :  heteroromantic  .

SEXUAL ORIENTATION  :  heterosexual  .

NATIONALITY  :  american  .

ETHNICITY  :  caucasian  .

ACCENT  :  slight  southern  drawl  ,  usually  does  a  good  job  at  hiding  it  .

CURRENT LOCATION  :  woodbridge  safe  zone  .

OCCUPATION  :  member  of  the  leader  council  .

OCCUPATION  BEFORE  OUTBREAK  :  english  college  professor  &  failed  author  .

LIVING CONDITIONS  :  lives  in  one  of  the  apartments  in  the  apartment  complex  with  his  daughter  .

FACE  CLAIM  :  john  krasinski  .

BACKGROUND  .

BIRTH PLACE  :  monroe  ,  louisiana  .  

HOMETOWN  :  athens  ,  ohio  .

SOCIAL CLASS  :  middle  .

EDUCATION LEVEL  :  college  graduate  .

FATHER  :  earl  russell  ,  deceased  .

MOTHER  :  marielle  russell  ,  deceased  .

SIBLING(S)  :  lawrence  russell  ,  deceased  .  faye  russell  ,  missing  .

BIRTH ORDER  :  clifford  ,  lawrence  ,  faye  .

CHILDREN  :  evangeline  ‘  evie  ’  russell  .

PET(S)  :  none  anymore  .  had  a  dog  ,  toby  ,  while  his  daughter  was  growing  up  .

PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS  :  dawn  russell  ,  wife  &  mother  of  evie  ,  deceased  .

ARRESTS?  :  none  .

PRISON TIME?  :  none  .

SKILLS & ABILITIES  .

PHYSICAL STRENGTH  :  moderate  .

OFFENSE  :  moderate  .

DEFENSE  :  strong  .

SPEED  :  moderate  .

INTELLIGENCE  :  moderate  .

ACCURACY  :  strong  .

AGILITY  :  weak  .

STAMINA  :  moderate  .

TEAMWORK  :  weak  .

TALENTS  :  hand  eye  coordination  ,  fluent  in  asl  ,  public  speaking  .

SHORTCOMINGS  :  crowds  ,  inability  to  deal  with  failure  ,  making  friends  .

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN  :  english  (  fluent  )  ,  american  sign  language  (  fluent  )  ,  can  translate  spanish  .

DRIVE?  :  yes  .

JUMP-STAR A CAR?  :  no  .

CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?  :  yes  .

RIDE A BICYCLE?  :  yes  .

SWIM?  :  yes  .

PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?  :  yes  ,  trumpet  .

PLAY CHESS?  :  yes  .

BRAID HAIR?  :  no  .

TIE A TIE?  :  yes  .

PICK A LOCK?  :  no  .

TIMELINE . 

was  born  in  monroe  ,  louisiana  to  earl  and  marielle  russell  .  had  a  younger  brother  ,  lawrence  ,  and  a  younger  sister  ,  faye  .  they  had  a  decently  normal  life  --  cliff  would  go  fishing  and  hunting  with  his  father  on  the  weekends  ,  against  his  own  desires  ,  while  doing  well  in  school  during  the  week  .  he  was  always  a  fan  of  stories  ...  telling  them  ,  writing  them  ,  making  them  up  .  even  listening  to  new  stories  from  people  he  didn’t  know  .  always  a  curious  boy  ,  he  had  dreams  of  learning  the  world’s  best  stories  .  in  his  mind  ,  that  was  through  books  .

he  had  a  decent  amount  of  friends  ,  but  was  always  more  of  a  loner  .  used  to  have  an  intense  fear  of  crowds  .  while  he  still  doesn’t  like  them  in  present  time  ,  it’s  not  so  much  of  a  fear  anymore  .  his  time  would  rather  be  spent  alone  and  with  a  pile  of  books  than  anything  else  .

received  a  marching  band  scholarship  from  ohio  university  ,  where  he  decided  to  go  to  college  .  yes  ,  cliff  was  in  marching  band  .  he  hated  it  ,  but  once  he  started  freshman  year  of  high  school  he  never  stopped  .  he  majored  in  english  and  actually  ended  up  teaching  at  the  school  after  a  failed  career  .

met  the  love  of  his  life  in  college  .  her  name  was  dawn  and  she  worked  at  the  on  campus  coffee  shop  ,  a  place  cliff  spent  most  of  his  time  .  she  memorized  his  order  and  he  memorized  those  beautiful  brown  eyes  of  hers  .  he  also  began  to  learn  american  sign  language  ,  as  dawn  was  deaf  .  for  a  while  ,  they  communicated  through  index  cards  ,  even  with  cliff  learned  she  could  read  lips  quite  fluently  .  eventually  ,  cliff  surprised  her  with  what  he’d  learned  and  they  had  a  full  conversation  with  signing  .  funnily  enough  ,  dawn  was  the  one  to  ask  out  cliff  first  .  he  said  yes  ,  obviously  .  two  years  later  ,  they  married  .  the  year  after  that  came  their  first  and  only  child  .

cliff  had  hesitations  about  becoming  a  father  .  he  didn’t  know  if  he  was  fit  for  the  role  .  the  minute  he  held  his  daughter  in  his  arms  ,  though  ...  she  became  the  center  of  his  world  .  it  hasn’t  changed  since  .

his  first  year  out  of  college  was  a  whirlwind  .  dawn  had  encouraged  him  to  publish  a  book  he’d  been  working  on  for  years  .  though  he  originally  had  trouble  finding  a  publisher  ,  once  it  hit  the  shelves  ,  the  book  practically  flew  off  of  them  .  it  was  a  best  seller  in  no  time  .  once  time  passed  and  it  left  the  best  seller’s  list  ,  nothing  cliff  wrote  was  ever  close  to  the  success  of  his  first  novel  .  it  was  a  sci  fi  book  and  the  rest  of  his  were  other  genres  .  even  the  sequel  did  poorly  .  almost  going  bankrupt  and  losing  hope  ,  cliff  took  a  teaching  position  at  his  old  college  .

though  he  thought  he’d  be  miserable  ,  he  honestly  loved  his  job  .  the  hours  weren’t  incredibly  demanding  and  the  pay  was  decent  .  besides  ,  his  students  understood  his  own  interests  and  he  was  able  to  help  many  of  them  with  their  future  careers  .  he  felt  as  if  he  had  a  purpose  again  .  it  was  ten  years  of  bliss  ...  and  then  the  apocalypse  hit  .

okay  ,  so  it  wasn’t  total  bliss  .  cliff  was  burnt  out  at  his  job  and  his  marriage  was  another  thing  that  began  to  fail  .  he  loved  his  wife  but  things  weren’t  as  they  once  were  .  they  had  both  changed  .  in  fact  ,  the  divorce  papers  had  been  signed  when  the  news  of  a  virus  outbreak  happened  .  cliff  didn’t  think  much  of  it  ,  until  pictures  of  the  deceased  began  to  surface  .  he  was  skeptic  ,  but  still  didn’t  believe  it  could  be  an  actual  zombie  apocalypse  .  only  when  one  of  their  neighbors  was  bitten  did  they  learn  the  true  extent  of  the  situation  .  not  knowing  what  to  do  or  where  to  go  ,  cliff  and  his  family  stayed  exactly  where  they  were  .  that  is  ,  until  they  completely  ran  out  of  supplies  .  a  few  months  later  ,  they  packed  their  bags  and  left  .

they  went  south  and  found  themselves  in  kentucky  for  nearly  an  entire  year  .  dawn’s  parents  had  still  been  alive  and  so  they’d  set  off  to  find  them  .  while  they  never  found  them  ,  they  did  find  a  community  .  a  safe  zone  with  a  dozen  families  just  like  them  ,  surviving  the  only  way  they  knew  how  .  it  was  an  abandoned  school  stocked  with  supplies  for  months  .  they  stayed  as  long  as  the  group  lasted  ,  until  zombies  invaded  .  cliff  ,  dawn  and  evie  escaped  without  a  scratch  .  that  was  ,  until  the  next  day  when  they’d  taken  shelter  in  a  nearby  home  that  dawn  revealed  that  hadn’t  been  the  case  .

she’d  been  bitten  on  her  shoulder  with  no  way  to  amputate  the  infection  ...  even  though  after  twenty  four  hours  there  wouldn’t  have  been  hope  regardless  .  without  informing  their  daughter  ,  they  spent  her  last  night  together  ,  playing  board  games  and  talking  about  the  past  .  it  was  only  when  they  realized  their  time  was  up  that  they  told  evie  what  had  to  happen  .  cliff  refused  to  have  her  in  the  room  but  did  let  her  have  her  own  personal  goodbye  .  it  took  him  hours  to  finally  get  the  courage  to  bid  his  wife  goodbye  .  

cliff  wouldn’t  speak  for  weeks  .  when  communicating  with  his  daughter  or  anyone  else  ,  he  would  sign  .  part  of  him  didn’t  intend  on  ever  speaking  again  .  in  fact  ,  when  they’d  eventually  found  themselves  in  virginia  ,  knocking  on  the  gates  of  an  unfamiliar  community  ,  he  wouldn’t  talk  .  evie  was  the  one  who  had  to  explain  and  convince  the  group  they  wanted  to  join  .  when  he  finally  spoke  ,  people  were  stunned  .  many  thought  he  couldn’t  and  others  thought  he  never  would  .  he’d  forgotten  his  own  voice  . 

in  the  beginning  ,  he  was  a  gardener  ,  content  on  harvesting  and  tending  to  crops  in  his  own  isolation  .  about  a  month  later  ,  one  of  the  leaders  was  bitten  after  going  on  an  important  supply  run  .  he  chose  cliff  as  the  one  to  take  his  position  ,  not  taking  no  for  an  answer  .  cliff  didn’t  want  the  job  but  grew  into  what  was  chosen  for  him  .  since  then  ,  he  rarely  signs  .  he’s  more  outspoken  and  willing  to  communicate  .  cliff  has  taken  his  responsibilities  and  made  them  his  own  .  he’s  found  a  purpose  again  .  maybe  that’s  all  he  really  wanted  .

PERSONALITY  .

usually  level  headed  and  rational  ,  though  can  lose  his  temper  under  pressure  depending  on  the  situation  .  will  choose  to  go  around  the  mountain  rather  than  climb  it  .  there’s  always  another  route  ,  another  way  to  survive  .  you  run  from  the  horde  ,  never  through  it  .  no  human  is  ever  left  behind  if  he  can  help  it  .  he  will  do  what  he  can  to  save  others  ,  but  doesn’t  have  a  death  wish  .  cliff  always  needs  to  return  to  his  daughter  .

he’s  working  on  his  people  skills  ...  the  ones  he  doesn’t  really  have  .  cliff  is  quiet  and  keeps  to  himself  ,  aside  from  his  duties  as  a  leader  .  he’s  doing  his  best  on  reaching  out  and  speaking  to  people  .  cliff  loves  being  at  the  rooftop  garden  ,  the  place  a  calming  memory  .  he  is  the  overhead  of  the  gardeners  ,  taking  count  of  what  needs  to  be  harvested  ,  when  it  needs  to  be  harvested  and  making  sure  the  garden  is  running  smoothly  .

doesn’t  like  making  decisions  without  consulting  other  leaders  ,  despite  how  small  they  may  be  .  as  awful  as  he  is  at  teamwork  ,  he’s  putting  the  effort  in  .  he  can’t  afford  to  make  a  misstep  and  be  forced  out  of  woodbridge  .  he’s  trying  to  remember  what  it’s  like  to  live  ,  not  just  survive  ,  but  he  can’t  do  that  if  he’s  worried  about  leaving  the  safe  zone  .

DO  NOT  .  MENTION  .  HIS  DEAD  WIFE  .  it  probably  spread  like  wildfire  once  he  and  evie  arrived  in  woodbridge  ,  so  now  it’s  a  known  thing  .  has  probably  knocked  someone  on  their  ass  for  having  asked  .

CONNECTIONS  .

close  bonds  .  these  would  probably  be  fellow  leaders  /  gardeners  that  cliff  has  talked  to  most  within  his  time  in  the  community  .  even  when  he  used  to  rarely  talk  ,  they  got  along  well  .  maybe  they  even  preferred  when  cliff  wouldn’t  talk  .

friendly  companions  .  not  that  close  ,  but  nice  enough  to  each  other  .  will  wave  if  they  pass  each  other  in  the  community  .  maybe  cliff  has  said  like  two  words  to  them  or  ten  .  maybe  he’s  even  asked  how  their  day  is  once  or  twice  .

enemies  .  people  who  disagree  with  cliff  being  a  leader  or  just  don’t  like  him  for  either  reasons  or  none  at  all  .  maybe  they  don’t  think  he’s  aggressive  enough  or  has  the  right  skills  .  maybe  they  just  didn’t  get  off  on  the  right  foot  and  it’s  always  been  sour  .  maybe  your  muse  is  a  loose  cannon  ,  something  cliff  hates  .

before  the  community  .  has  your  character  ever  been  to  louisiana  or  ohio  ?  maybe  they  know  cliff  from  back  when  he  wasn’t  such  a  grump  !  bonus  points  if  they  knew  each  other  during  his  college  years  and  they  asked  where  dawn  was  when  they  met  up  again  .

one  night  stand  .  cliff  is  ...  incredibly  emotionally  stunted  after  everything  he’s  been  through  .  it’s  been  so  long  since  he’s  been  with  someone  ,  the  last  person  having  been  his  dead  wife  ,  so  this  would  probably  be  something  impulsive  while  he  was  maybe  tipsy  .  he  enjoyed  feeling  something  again  ,  but  doesn’t  have  any  desire  to  let  it  go  any  further  .  

apartment  neighbors  .  cliff  and  evie  live  in  one  of  the  apartments  in  the  apartment  complex  .  they’re  usually  quiet  and  cliff  only  ever  goes  home  to  sleep  (  or  hide  from  people  )  so  they  wouldn’t  be  a  bother  .  maybe  it’s  just  something  normal  they  bond  over  and  tease  each  other  about  the  weather  or  the  morning  paper  .  something  light  .  cliff  needs  that  .

people  he  wants  to  shoot  .  stay  away  from  his  daughter  .  she’s  too  pure  for  this  world  and  he’s  already  done  enough  damage  .  he’ll  fuck  you  up  if  you  contribute  to  that  .  

this  is  long  .  my  deepest  apologies  .  please  like  this  if  you’d  like  to  plot  !  i’ll  probably  message  you  on  discord  but  if  you’d  prefer  to  plot  on  tumblr  just  let  me  know  !  

[deathstands]

              ・   。   ◟  major   big   uwu   moment   ,   i   haven’t   been   this   excited   abt   an   rp   in   a   minute   &   i’m   ecstatic   for   my   muse   !   i’m   really   glad   to   meet   you   all   ,   i’m   cc   ,   nineteen   &   a   notorious   loser   .   a   quick   about   regarding   seamus   ,   former   nasa   nerd   ,   lover   of   stars   ,   fight   mode   because   he’s   been   doing   it   his   whole   life   .   this   is   entirely   too   long   &   winded   ,   but   i   think   (   ???   )   it’s   cool   n   e   way   .   like   this   &   i’ll   come   to   u   for   plotting   or   ,   lmk   if   you’d   prefer   to   plot   on   d*scord   .

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(   ben   hardy.   cis   male.   he   /   him.   )   /   SEAMUS   OLMSTEAD   has   been   with   the   group   for   two   years   and   is   currently   doing   their   part   in   the   community   as   a   car   mechanic.   while   here,   the   twenty-nine   year   old   has   created   the   reputation   of   being   abrasive   &   cursory,   but   can   also   be   known   as   venturesome   &   jocular.   in   a   sticky   situation,   they   will   resort   to   fight   mode   and   their   current   weapon   is   a   handmade   spear.

𝓲.     𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕘𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥   .

full   name   :   seamus   lucas  olmstead   nickname(s) :   lucas  ,  bastard  ,  selfish  wanker age   :  twenty  -  nine gender   /   pronouns   :  cis gendered   male   /   he  /  him sexuality   :  bisexual  /  panromantic hometown   :  des   moines   ,   iowa position   :   car  mechanic previous  occupation  :  aeronautical  &  aerospace  engineer faceclaim :  ben  hardy

fun facts : misses   his   cigarettes   *   clenches   fists   *   every   gd   day   ,   hasn't   brushed   his   hair   in   three   months   ,   used   to   be   a   division   one   collegiate   swimmer   ,   doesn't   know   how   he   made   it   this   far   because   he's   loud   &   selfish   ,   stargazes   at   night   by   himself   :(   ,   has   worked   on   rockets   ,   gives   good   hugs   but   doesn't   give   many   out   .

aesthetic :  the   dark   side   of   the   moon   ,   quiet   contemplations   while   bathing   in   the   moonlight   ,   drowning   in   a   field   of   grass   while   mourning   a   broken   family   ,   running   in   slow   motion   in   the   shallows   of   a   pool   ,   blessings   from   artemis   ,   a   worn   out   id   badge   unable   to   be   thrown   away   ,   targets   on   your   back   &   watching   out   for   yourself   first   &   yourself   only   .

𝓲𝓲.     𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕝𝕖   .

death tw .

bathed   in   the   moonlight   at   his   birth   ,   the   first   thing   icy   hues   see   are   the   stars   .   implanted   into   his   memory   ,   he   grows   up   loving   the   night   sky   .   at   four   ,   he   brings   his   twin   baby   brothers   out   on   the   rooftop   his   window   leads   to   &   shows   him   the   constellations   the   night   they   come   home   from   the   hospital   .   his   parents   yell   at   him   for   endangering   his   brother   ,   but   all   he   wanted   to   do   was   show   him   his   love   for   space   . 

he   grows   up   thinking   he’ll   go   to   the   stars   .   he’s   smart   &   he’s   sharp   ,   but   he   can’t   ignore   the   way   the   kids   in   his   class   laugh   at   him   ,   how   they   make   fun   of   him   when   he   comes   to   school   with   a   fishbowl   around   his   head   like   he’s   an   astronaut   .   he   doesn’t   fight   back   at   first   because   he   can’t   –   he’s   small   ,   skinny   &   he’s   a   nerd   ;   that’s   how   it   is   &   that’s   just   something   he’ll   have   to   ignore   if   he   wants   to   go   to   space   .

&   so   ,   thirteen   years   of   his   life   he’s   a   nerd   ;   nothing   but   a   skinny   little   boy   with   his   head   stuck   in   a   science   textbook   &   that’s   his   brand   .   but   in   eighth   grade   ,   his   mom   of   tired   of   her   skinny   lil   son   coming   home   with   bruises   &   black   eyes   because   he’s   fighting   his   bullies   ,   so   she   signs   him   up   for   the   swim   team   .   tiny   ,   little   seamus   who   lives   in   a   land-locked   state   ,   forced   to   swim   .

luckily   though   ,   it   all   works   out   for   the   better   .   he   takes   to   water   like   he’s   taken   to   STEM   &   it’s   all   in   his   favor   .   over   the   next   few   years   ,   he   finally   hits   his   growth   spurt   (   say   hello   to   6′2″   ,   seamus   )   &   buffs   out   ,   gaining   a   swimmer’s   body   while   still   keeping   up   his   smart   lil   head   .   he   learns   to   fight   ,   finally   ,   &   people   leave   him   alone   when   they   realize   he’s   no   longer   just   brains   ,   he’s   also   brawn   .   

at   the   end   of   his   high   school   career   ,   stanford   gladly   offers   him   an   athletic   scholarship   &   to   nobody’s   surprise   ,   he’s   accepted   into   the   aeronautics   &   aerospace   engineering   program   .   he   thrives   ,   obviously   ,   balancing   swimming   &   his   heavy   workload   very   well   .   college   is   a   breeze   &   he   loves   it   ,   because   he’s   met   like   minded   people   with   like   minded   goals   &   nobody’s   making   fun   of   him   when   he   snags   an   internship   with   nasa   after   graduation   .

but   ,   his   senior   year   ,   his   youngest   brother   –   the   younger   twin   ,   abraham   ,   is   killed   in   a   freak   accident   &   seamus   doesn’t   hear   about   it   because   he’s   too   busy   .   it   takes   a   full   day   &   over   twenty   people   until   he   hears   the   news   &   it   tears   him   apart   .   abraham’s   death   tears   the   entire   family   apart   –   how   did   a   seventeen   year   old   pass   so   suddenly   &   so   quickly   without   any   warning   ?

well   ,   seamus   doesn’t   ever   return   home   after   the   funeral   .   he   throws   himself   into   work   ,   finishing   his   masters   in   record   time   ,   earning   a   job   at   nasa   by   the   time   he’s   twenty   -   four   .   he’s   a   full   blown   rocket   scientist   &   an   astronaut   in   training   ,   which   should   make   him   happy   but   he’s   felt   nothing   but   childlike   anger   since   abraham’s   death   .   how   unfair   ,   that   death   just   takes   &   takes   &   takes   .

&   death   doesn’t   get   any   kinder   .   twenty   -   five   ,   his   partner   dies   during   flight   training   &   his   mom   passes   suddenly   from   an   illness   nobody   knew   she   had   .   twenty   -   six   &   the   outbreak   starts   .   all   of   his   friends   at   nasa   die   in   front   of   his   eyes   &   by   the   time   he   reconnects   with   his   family   ,   he   learns   his   father’s   passed   getting   his   remaining   brother   out   safely   .   as   the   years   go   by   ,   his   allies   die   ,   his   enemies   die   ,   he   kills   &   he   kills   &   he   chalks   it   up   to   self   defense   ,   but   it   doesn’t   make   him   feel   any   better   .

he   finds   woodbridge   with   his   youngest   brother   by   fluke   ,   only   convincing   them   of   his   worth   when   he   shows   him   a   nasa   id   he   could   never   bring   himself   to   throw   away   .   since   then   ,   he's   kept   his   head   down   &   done   his   work   ,   doing   whatever's   asked   of   him   &   still   keeping   to   himself   .   he's   a   former   rocket   scientist   &   he's   a   smarty   ,   making   him   quite   adaptable   &   able   to   fix   up   almost   anything   inside   the   walls   .   the   guy   to   go   to   when   something   miscellaneous   needs   tweaking   or   fixing   ,   he   gladly   tunes   things   up   for   no   charge   as   long   as   no   questions   are   asked   .

the   final   straw   ,   this   past   year   –   the   death   of   his   brother   who   left   the   safezone   &   never   returned   .   he   left   a   note   &   all   seamus   knows   is   that   he’s   probably   out   there   dead   somewhere   .   looked   hard   for   a   few   weeks   ,   but   has   all   but   given   up   .   it’s   the   apocalypse   ,   death   is   now   a   common   theme   .

𝓲𝓲𝓲.     𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟   .

exterior   ,   he's   found   his   spot   as   a   car   mechanic   .   he   used   to   work   on   rockets   ,   cars   are   much   easier   to   work   with   .   on   the   exterior   ,   he's   a   jocular   guy   who's   known   for   making   dry   jokes   at   the   worst   time   .   selfish   ,   in   the   way   that   he   tends   to   look   out   for   himself   only   in   the   madness   .   he's   got   a   reputation   for   having   a   face   that   makes   him   unapproachable   ,   with   anger   lined   in   his   features   that   make   those   not   want   to   bother   him   – but   ,   most   in   the   safezone   know   that   he's   harmless   (   mostly   )   .   a   soft   space   nerd   with   something   smart   to   say   at   any   time   ,   he's   a   loner   ,   but   he's   good   company   if   you   want   someone   to   listen   or   someone   to   bounce   ideas   off   of   .

interior   ,   there's   a   quiet   rage   that's   been   brewing   in   his   blood   for   years   &   he's   waiting   for   it   to   erupt   .   it   might   ,   if   not   for   the   constant   apathy   that   takes   over   his   brain   every   day   he   wakes   up   .   the   guy   to   go   to   when   something   needs   fixing   ,   seamus   can   hide   his   anger   in   death   &   the   world   very   well   .   he   keeps   it   in   ,   forcing   a   well   rehearsed   smile   &   carefully   chosen   expressions   to   mask   his   inner   thoughts   ,   he   wants   relief   but   he   doesn't   know   where   to   find   it   .

midway   ,   skilled   &   experienced   ,   he's   shied   away   from   the   spotlight   most   of   his   life   .   he's   always   been   one   to   keep   his   head   down   ,   not   bother   anyone   unless   bothered   &   he   intends   to   keep   it   that   way   even   in   the   apocalypse   .   he'll   fix   your   watch   ,   your   car   ,   your   fridge   – whatever   you   need   ,   but   he   won't   give   up   his   background   or   tell   you   why   he   keeps   his   nasa   id   in   his   back   pocket   at   all   times   .   quiet   and   silently   intimidating   ,   even   if   he   doesn't   intend   to   come   off   as   that   .

[abvrdeen]

ABERDEEN   ODELL   has   been   with   the   group   for   two   years   and   is   currently   doing   their   part   in   the   community   as   an   electrical   engineer.   while   here,   the   forty   five   year   old   has   created   the   reputation   of   being   repressed   &   censorious,   but   can   also   be   known   as   assuaging   &   reverential.   in   a   sticky   situation,   they   will   resort   to   fight   mode   and   their   current   weapon   is   an   axe.

OK  FOLKS  ,  IT  TOOK  ME  A  WEEK  BUT  HERE  I  AM  !  i’m  nikki,  and  this  is  my  disaster  of  a  muse,  aberdeen  !  pls  hmu  for  plots,  i  am  in  desperate  need  ���  n  remember,  i  have  a  wc  for  an  ex - wife,  and  that  would  be  so  inch  resting  ...  anywho,  [ mario  vc ]  here  we  go  !

oh  btw,  aberdeen  has  a  stats  page,  too  !  just  the  basic  info  that  tells  u  a  lil  more  about  his  personality,  since  it  isn’t  possible  to  really  know  someone  without  knowing  their  zodiac  and  myers-briggs,  right  ?

born  in  saint  paul,  minnesota,  aberdeen  james  odell's  family  was  anything  but  rich.  his  dad  was  a  fast  food  chain  worker  and  his  mom,  too  ill  after  giving  birth  to  work,  stayed  home  with  a  young  aberdeen.  they  lived  in  countless  run-down  studio  apartments,  bouncing  from  one  from  another  as  their  leases  ended  and  the  money  ran  out.

despite  the  financial  distress  they  lived  under,  both  parents  loved  their  son  through  it  all,  and  some  nights  they  wouldn't  eat  so  that  he  could.  as  much  as  they  tried  to  hide  it,  however,  aberdeen  began  to  notice  their  sacrifices  and  the  guilt  set  in  at  an  early  age.

in  high  school,  aberdeen  started  clawing  his  way  out  of  what  had  been  generations  of  bad  financial  decisions.  he  worked  two  jobs  through  his  school  years,  saving  nearly  every  penny  except  what  he  used  for  a  car  and  to  help  him  family.  he  didn't  like  being  overly  social,  but  he  recognized  what  he  could  gain  from  being  everyone's  "friend"  —  and  so  he  joined  every  club  he  could  and  attempted  to  make  a  network  of  teachers  to  help  him  get  into  a  good  university.

when  aberdeen  graduated  high  school,  he  immediately  enrolled  in  college  with  a  focus  in  engineering  and  sped  through  as  many  classes  as  he  could,  accumulating  as  much  money  as  possible  working  several  jobs  and  odd  jobs  on  the  weekends.  money,  and  saving  it,  became  aberdeen's  life.  he  put  it  above  friendships  and  relationships,  and  he  quickly  earned  a  "scrooge"  like  reputation.

after  college,  aberdeen  worked  as  an  electrical  engineer  for  nearly  five  years  before  the  money  he  was  earning  became  too  little  for  his  tastes.  growing  up  so  poor,  he  felt  as  though  he  needed  more  money.  he  went  back  to  school,  this  time  focusing  on  finance.

after  graduating  he  went  into  investing  and  built  a  reputation  for  himself  as  being  one  of  the  best  in  his  field.  he  worked  tirelessly  for  years,  and  soon  enough  he  had  a  small  fortune.  a  few  years  more,  and  he  had  a  large  fortune.  it  wasn't  long  before  friends  became  beggars,  and  strangers  tried  to  become  friends;  all  for  a  chance  at  gaining  access  to  aberdeen's  money  -  or,  at  least,  that's  how  he  viewed  it.

he  fell  in  love  and  married  a  woman  he  considered  to  be  the  love  of  his  life.  but  when  the  outbreak  began,  the  stress  and  uncertainty  broke  down  their  marriage.  this  is  a  wanted  connection!

after  the  outbreak,  when  his  money  suddenly  meant  nothing  and  his  community  hit  particularly  hard,  aberdeen  found  himself  alone.  he  searched  for  his  ex-wife,  but  upon  not  finding  her,  he  trekked  south  with  several  different  groups  until  he  found  elkton.  though  it  had  been  many  years  since  his  engineering  days,  he  managed  to  secure  a  position  in  town  as  an  electrical  engineer  after  studying  a  little  and  regaining  his  knowledge.

[moonstrvcked]

╰     ˊ     *     ✵     ৲          𝑖.           𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆     𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄:     𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙚     𝙙𝙪𝙫𝙖𝙡.

 (   stella   maeve .   trans   female .   she / her .   )   /    𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐄   𝐃𝐔𝐕𝐀𝐋   has   been   with   the   group   for   𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄   𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐒   and   is   currently   doing   their   part   in   the   community   as   a   𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐓 .   while   here ,   the   𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘   𝐓𝐖𝐎   year   old   has   created   the   reputation   of   being   𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒   &   𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅   𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 ,   but   can   also   be   known   as   𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓   &   𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 .   in   a   sticky   situation ,   they   will   resort   to   𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓   𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄   and   their   current   weapon   is   a   𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐄 .

 hello,   my  dears !   i’m   admin   maisie   (   21,   est,   she/her   ),   and   i’d   just   like   to   start   off   by   sincerely   thaking   y’all   for   joining   our   little   group.   we’re   absolutely   delighted   to   have   you   here,   and   i   for   one   can’t   wait   to   start   roleplaying   with   all   of   you.   i   have   two   muses   to   introduce,   though   i’ll   probably   end   up   bringing   more,   and   first   off—   elodie,   the   absolute   dick.

    𝕚 .         ╱          stats .

full   name:   elodie   marie   duval.

nicknames:   el,   ellie.

age:   thirty   two   years   old.

date   of   birth:   april   3rd,   1987.

zodiac:   aries.

place   of   birth:   boston,   massachusetts.

sexual   &   romantic   orientation:   bisexual.

gender:   female.

hair   color:   brown.

eye   color:   brown.

height:   5′1.

    𝕚𝕚 .         ╱          biography .

 ELODIE’S   LIFE   HAS   ALWAYS   BEEN   UNCERTAIN .   this   is   how   it   starts---   a   run - down   hospital  ,   a   tattered  ,   heirloom   blanket   tucked   close ,   tears   splashing   against   her   cheek .   if   they   could   keep   her ,   they   would .   but   what   do   two   teenagers   have   to   offer   a   child ,   really ?   instead ,   to   the   care   of   the   state   she   goes .   el’s   childhood   is   spent   in   foster   home   after     foster   home ,   no   real   family   to   her   name .

 it’s   not   a   miserable   existence  ,   not   really .   her   foster   parents   are   all   kind   enough ,   her   foster   siblings   sweet .   but   she   finds ,   over   and   over   again  ,   that   it’s   a   lonely   sort   of   life .

 she   does ,   at   fifteen ,   find   her    ‘ forever   home �� .   jameson   and   alice   duval   are   woefully   unprepared   for   the   quiet ,   angry   child   they   bring   home ,   but   they   try   their   best .   even   as   an   adult ,   el   has   a   place   to   go .   it’s   an   odd   feeling ,   a   brand   new   one .   she   doesn’t   know   how   she   feels   about   it .

 ELODIE   HAS   TROUBLE   WITH   PEOPLE .   a   serious ,   sullen   child ,   strangers   often   will   often   coo   at   her   in   the   street ,   prod   her   for   a   smile .   as   she   grows ,   her   moods   become   rather   less   endearing .   elodie   is   ice---   cold   and   distant   and   unrelenting ,   likely   to   bite   if   you   come   too   close .   always   tense ,   always   on   the   verge   of   snapping ,   it’s   no   surprise   that   she   drives   others   away .

 she   does ,   however   unlikely   it   may   seem ,   have   a   handful   of   good   qualities .   elodie   is   resourceful ,   passionate ,   strong .   she   takes   everything   in   stride ,   cares   fiercely ,   and   has   a   surprisingly   bleeding   heart .

 while   she   makes   few   friends   in   the   world ,   the   ones   she   does   have   she   loves   dearly .   elodie   is   loyal   to   a   fault   once   someone   has   earned   it ,   and   it   takes   a   great   deal   to   drive   her   away  .

 ELODIE   WORKS   FOR   WHAT   SHE   WANTS .    if   she   wants   to   make   something   of   herself ,   what   choice   does   she   have ?   her   foster   parents   might’ve   helped   had   she   asked ,   but   her   pride   --    and   her   fear   of   a   refusal   --   get   in   her   way .   she   makes   her   own   way   in   the   world .   a   scholarship   takes   her   to   college ,   years   of   part - time   jobs   help   her   scrape   through   law   school .   she   ought   to   feel   proud   of   herself .   mostly ,   she   just   feels   tired .

 elodie   practiced   family  law ,   mostly   working   with   cases   involving   adoptions   and   foster   care .

 ELODIE   HAS   ONLY   BEEN   IN   LOVE   ONCE .   she   meets   her   future   spouse    in   her   second   year   of   college ,   one   late   night .   they   offer   her   a   sweet   smile   from   across   the   room ,   and   maybe   it’s   ridiculous ,   but   elodie   swears   the   room   lights   up .   when   she   falls ,   she   falls   hard .   the   two   marry   just   a   few   years   later . 

 they   have   a   young   son   together ,   who   is   to   be   named !   just   five   years   old ,   he   can’t   remember   a   life   before   the   apocalypse .  

 they   divorce   when   their   son   is   just   two ,   and   it’s   all   elodie’s   own   fault .   she   struggles   with   showing   affection ,   she   works   ridiculous   hours ,   and   she’s   always   been   a   little   convinced   that   they   were   doomed   from   the   start .   turns   out   she   was   right .   she   doesn’t   want   to   be .

 ELODIE   HANDLES   THE   APOCALYPSE   SURPRISINGLY   WELL .   she’s   never   had   trouble ,   after   all ,   looking   after   herself   and   hers .   it’s   everyone   else   that   gives   her   pause .   so ,   she   takes   her   son   and   flees .   her   ex   comes   with   him .   for   the   past   few   years ,   the   three   of   them   have   kept   to   themselves .   somehow ,   they   managed   to   stay   alive .   only   in   the   past   few   months   have   they   joined   the   community ,   and   it’s   only  for   the   sake   of   her   son   that   elodie   agreed .

 as   part   of   the   group ,   elodie   works   as   a   scout .   she ,   along   with   a   few   others ,   will   leave   the   community   to   gather   information   on   the   hordes  ,   other   survivors  ,   and   the   military .   she   doesn’t   hate   her   work .   she’s   always   been   good   at   digging ,   after   all .

[kikimcras]

( samara weaving. cis female. she/her. )  /  NIKOLA VOLKOVA has been with the group for one month and is currently doing their part in the community as a perimeter guard. while here, twenty six year old has created the reputation of being machiavellian & acerbic, but can also be known as alluring & pragmatic. in a sticky situation, they will resort to fight mode and their current weapon is an axe. 

hello everyone ! below the cut is nikola’s bio. content warnings include: traumatic pregnancy, reference to a series of sniper murders in long island in 1994, organized crime, and infidelity.

nikola lyubov volkova was born three weeks premature during the summer of 1994 to sergei and yekaterina volkov. yekaterina had been pacing in her house all summer in a panic over the series of sniper attacks that had plagued the city during her third trimester and sergei blamed yekaterina’s inability to relax for her pre-eclampsia and precipitous delivery. despite this, nikola was robust to her new environment and seemed a happy, healthy baby. it would be six years before yekaterina was able to conceive again successfully. nikola would have been better suited to life as an only child. or, with any luck at all, her parents would have at least stopped having children after polina. instead sergei and yekaterina had, in total, seven children and their eldest was expected to help out with all of them.

the family business was not set for nikola’s inheritance. rather, it was expected that the eldest of her younger brothers would take it over when he was of age–not that she wanted it. still, she helped out. the volkov sanitation business was hardly the glamorous life she had expected for herself, but neither was a life of toiling to help look after her six brothers and sisters either. dreaming of a life outside of long island, nik went to suny for film school, but found herself mediocre at best. she was no tarantino or carpenter. hell, she wasn’t even an eli roth. forced to move back in with her family and admit her failures, she took up bookkeeping for the family business.

it wasn’t long after that sergei announced that he had fallen in love. some girl, barely nikola’s senior, had taken the reserved and withholding sergei volkov and turned him into a simpering school boy. never family oriented, nikola detested her father–disgusted by his betrayal and jealous of his ability to escape their family so cleanly. their mother became yekaterina yumatova once more and took the younger children to live with her parents in upstate new york.

sergei’s love story could not last forever and soon enough sergei volkov found himself at the center of an fbi investigation and things began to get hairy. their thinly veiled crime scene cleanup business had to be sanitized and sergei worried that he had only two fates ahead of him. either he would be found guilty of some small portion of the laundry list of misdeeds he’d engaged in, or he would be accused of flipping on his colleagues and killed in prison. seeing no other choice and, knowing that his sons were safe with their mother, he began to make arrangements to send his eldest daughters to texas where nikola would, as the eldest child, start the volkov cleaners as a legitimate business until he could come out and meet them. 

unfortunately, sergei’s plans would not come to pass. flights were being grounded across the country. the girls waited with their father--always packed and ready to go should this mysterious new virus wane and the airports reopen. they never do. instead the reports on television get more and more frightening, scaring poor polly and filling nikola with a rare sort of anger. everyone is freaking out over nothing and their incessant worries have her sister scared. 

it isn’t until their father wakes nikola up, bumbling around in the night, that she admits her fears to herself. she can hear him colliding with bookcases, spitting, and stirring below. he wakes up polly too, and nik wonders at first if he’s confronting an intruder, before wondering if it’s possible that he’s had some sort of stroke. as the girls descend the stairs, they are met with something much more violent. 

nikola was quick to protect her sister--an act of sororal altruism as much as selfish anger at a father who prided his sons over his daughters, knowing that he never intended her to take on his legacy for anything longer than an interim. he was not even human anymore, but she still begrudged him his mortal sins. the struggle was violent, but she kept his teeth from her skin--pelting him with a poker from the fireplace. one wrong foot turned and nikola went backwards over the glass coffee table, sergei setting upon her like a wild animal. 

a fire poker the only thing between nikola and her father’s gnashing teeth, it’s polina’s voice that cuts through the sound--nik, move ! and so she obeys, seizing an opportunity to roll out from under him before hearing the crash of the flatscreen television as it made contact with the head of the volkov household. the realization that their father was gone and that the imminent threat of virus was indeed real.

things happened quickly after that.

the sisters’ loyalty was tempered beneath the flame of the apocalypse and nik did her best to protect polina from the new world’s horrors. the pair survived alone for almost three years against all odds before finding woodbridge. now nikola patrols the grounds--eager to keep up on her ability to survive outside their new home, lest it too end in tragedy.