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[nathan-meiger-blog]

• We spotted Nathan Meiger around Toledo today, just another gear in the machine of the apocalypse. I heard he is a hunter for The Saints. I guess it fits, seeing as he’s known to be perceptive & resolute, as well as unstable & eccentric. They often have Twenty Years by Placebo in their head while they work. I wonder if they’re prepared for what’s coming?

┆ Info ┆ History ┆ Family ┆ Headcanons ┆ Wanted Connections ┆

Name: Nathan Meiger Age: Twenty-four Gender: Male Orientation: Homosexual  Former profession: Freelance photographer Hometown: San Marino, California Camp: The Saints Role: Hunter +intelligent, +observant, +insightful, +creative, +open-minded -distracted, -sarcastic, -unpredictable, -guarded, -grey morality

Survival Skills:

Stubbornly refuses to die in some stupid way.

Willing to point out to others that they are doing something that will mean everyone dying in, again, some stupid way.

Very keen perception to details so finding/locating/foraging/scavenging is something he’ll do well.

Creative problem solving.

Is a native speaker/reader/writer of English and German, and has a working grasp of speaking/reading in French so he can translate for communication or read things in said languages. 

Disadvantages:

Clumsy as hell at times.

Has a fairly strong fear of deep water/lakes/oceans that stems from an incident in childhood so he doesn't function well in situations that involve that.

Confrontational towards people he thinks are wrong even if they’re in charge.

Not always the best grasp of reality when he gets emotional/dissociates.

Can’t do several seemingly normal things; barely knows how to change a tire on a car much less how to fix one, the same lack of knowledge goes for most machines but he does learn quickly when taught, doesn’t know the first thing about planting things/growing anything.

Fairly addictive personality so he's still struggling for want of cigarettes, still very much misses his cell phone and a generally far easier life with vices he used to indulge.

[History] 

┥when the world was still alive ┝

The ugliness of life is that it very rarely hands out good to people on simple faith alone, or that was at least how Nathan always saw it. Under the shadow of stark family expectations he grew up listening to harsh arguments between his mother and father, two people who could hardly seem to be in the same room for more than five minutes at a time so he never figured out how it was they managed to have four children together. The trouble of course was that his father had a rather strong determined streak that ran nearly to the level of cold-blooded and his mother found the man exhausting. While he was busy building an empire around the law firm he owned she was penning novels that climbed best seller lists and, somehow, two highly ambitious people could not have been worse for each other. Maybe they had been in love once, before children were underfoot and work hours ran late into the evenings, predating family trips dissolved into reasons to travel to opposite ends of the globe to find some space. 

The divorce was no surprise to anyone. Even Nathan, only eight at the time, understood the tension well enough to know that rupture had been a long time coming. His mother left, taking along his younger sister and promising visits that fell to excuses and then phone calls, and finally nothing at all and shared holidays that never happened. His brothers may have fared better, better adjusted, or whatever the case might have been that made them less sensitive to the amount of animosity that settled into every corner of their large home like a layer of grime. 

It didn’t ease much as time passed and growing up under his father’s scrutiny with only his older brother to serve as a damper from it and his younger, Corey, always underfoot left Nathan retreating from what felt like constant pressure. He wrapped sarcasm around himself like a wall and started to disconnect more and more from the world. Nothing much mattered because nothing was real; his friends were the sort who were fond of him because of his wallet, his interests in constant shift from a restless mind, his ambitions never measured up so he stopped trying to win the favor of a man he only saw long enough to be yelled at over whatever he had fallen short over during the day.  

He struggled with the idea of leaving the moment he turned eighteen but that meant abandoning Corey alone in that house and while his brother never earned the sort of relentless verbal abuse their father was so fond of showering on him it wasn't a chance he wanted to take so he found a compromise of sorts in attending community college and living at home. It didn't go over well though, even when he graduated and started working as a freelance photographer around the area, not nearly good enough for his father but really that came as no surprise. 

┥after the end ┝

Both he and Corey were spending a few weeks with their older brother at his Manhattan home when the world started to fall apart. During the point when communication was still active they tried to contact their father but once the virus had become more dangerous, once more began to break down, it was clear that nothing was going to remain stable for much longer. The argument over going returning to California or not became a tense one and Nathan refused, in some ways not wanting the truth and some guilty part of him knew it would have almost been a relief if the man were dead; either way he did not want to make the trip back when it was clear they would likely be stranded there once transportation finally stopped. 

He was overruled though by his brothers, their determination to reunite the family overriding any of what Nathan thought was common sense, and so off they went. It was slightly easier than for some people, those were the days when money still had value and between the three of them they had it in excess thanks to the family fortune, but everything was falling apart around them and even that advantage was short-lived.

They made it over halfway before being separated, people were panicked and there was no real structure to anything left, so it came as no surprise when the airport they had been forced to stop in outside of Texas was in a state of disaster. It was in that chaos that Nathan had his first up close and personal encounter with the sort of vile creature the virus spawned when someone apparently infected died in flight. Once the creature escaped the cargo bay where it was being held there was no real stopping the death that followed. It was during the maelstrom right out of a horror movie that he lost track of his brothers, it wasn't until after escaping the airport that he came back across Corey in the company of a few stray survivors. 

The decision shoved on him was not one Nathan wanted to make, knowing that continuing to search for his other brother meant risking being attacked but taking the option to leave with people they didn't know might mean never finding him again He did what he had to, Corey was only a kid, he had to protect him and there was safety in numbers. 

The few months after were a blur, Nathan quickly discovered how ill-suited his life of excess had made him for survival. Thankfully he did have enough to offer in the form of being sharply attentive and excellent in spotting things often overlooked to keep both of them at least on the outskirts of the group. The peace was dissolving though, he saw it more and more each day, leadership became a point of tension that wouldn't resolve and it finally came down to arguments. Rather than stick around to watch the decay he left, Corey begrudgingly following, and set out to find stability elsewhere. 

Time and again they moved from group to group, sometimes getting separated, other times being pushed out by either the group itself falling apart or Nathan's habit of questioning the actions of those in charge when their decisions seemed reckless. More often than not they spent weeks between on their own, aside from a mutt that Corey adopted along the way, never fully able to settle anywhere because Nathan was always uneasy. 

It was not long into their third year after everything had crashed down around them that Nathan made the mistake of being talked into joining a group that had made their home in the abandoned warehouse district in New Orleans. Everything almost felt too ideal, too comfortable, but Corey made friends and it felt like maybe they had a home. With that feeling Nathan began to debate returning to the search for their other brother, lured into the idea that Corey was safe within the heavily guarded community that had been built. He didn't end up having to make a choice though, as most things do even that collapsed on itself. 

The raid from another group was so unexpected that it caught everyone off guard, he had always known that it happened but still wasn't fully prepared for the idea of people killing each other rather than corpses. 

During the bloodshed Nathan himself was injured and Corey was killed, shot by one of the intruders, and it wasn't until after they had left the destruction behind that Nathan found him. He was alone then, so entirely that he refused to remain behind with the other survivors and rebuild; the thought of living with the ghosts of those memories was more than he could stomach. 

It took the better part of year of being on his own, at times barely surviving, for Nathan to come to terms with the fact that it was nearly impossible to continue to live that way. When he found The Saints he was, and still is, wary of the supposed safety promised there after seeing for himself how that can change in an instant. But, afraid he wouldn't last out much longer on his own, he volunteered as a Hunter, knowing that he had nothing useful to offer in farming or most of the other tasks around the camp, and has remained there for the better part of five months. He's still waiting for something to break, doesn't trust it to last, but for the time being it's really all he has.

[Family] 

Mother Leah Meiger

Nathan has no real memory of his mother other than before the divorced was finalized. She didn’t attempt to stay in the area and the last he heard from her she was living somewhere in the Maine area but he really has no idea. What he does remember is confusing, a mix of her affection for her children and the chaos of her constant fighting with his father. Most of the family claim that Nathan’s emotional highs and lows being so intense are inherited from her. He really was too young to have more than fuzzy recollections of her. As it stands he has no idea if either she or his sister are still alive.

Father Jason Meiger (Deceased)

It isn’t that Nathan hated him, exactly, he just found him an overbearing misery to be around. The man had built his business from the ground up and as such always had high exceptions for his children and Nathan’s tendency to disconnect always put them at odds. Being the middle child out of the boys he was usually the one his father singled out and suffered a large share of his anger and sharp comments, his seeming lack of direction was another tense point between them that never settled well. Even Nathan’s sexuality was something that would have caused friction, if he had ever bothered to tell the man that he’s gay. He hasn’t come to terms fully with the idea of him likely being dead but it’s more from the guilt of feeling a sense of relief than not wanting to accept the possibility.

Siblings Corey Meiger (Deceased)

The youngest of the family, Corey was barely in his teens when the virus spread and life went all to hell. A fairly quiet kid, he was quick to stick close to his brothers, specifically Nathan because the two of them shared a tendency to be introverted. More of an optimist by nature, he was a bright spot to most people and Nathan's entire reason to stay focused and concentrate on keeping the both of them alive. It wasn't the virus of the monsters that snatched Corey, he had only turned eighteen a few months before being killed during a raid on the camp that he and Nathan had been living in for the better part of six months. It's something that Nathan still blames himself for, even now, more than a year after his death. 

(Open connections)

Nathan has one older brothers and one younger sister still missing. His sister left his life when she was very small and likely she doesn’t remember any of them unless their mother made a point to tell her about the family. His brother he’s been on fairly good terms with even though they have different personalities. His brother specifically is the one he’s run to for support on occasion but the two tend to argue and have a difficult time seeing eye to eye on most things. As it stands he has no idea where he might be, having lost all contact with him shortly after the spread of virus when they were traveling back to meet their father and never made it that far. He assumes him to be dead but never had a chance to try to find out for himself.

┆ Info ┆ History ┆ Family ┆ Headcanons ┆ Wanted Connections ┆

[silcntrilcy-blog]

RILEY PEARSON. CISMALE. TWENTY-THREE. ROGUE.

hi !! i’m tess, i’m 18, i’m in cst, and i use she/her pronouns ! i play two babes so far, riley and amelia ! i’ve written out a lot for riles, so i’m just gonna get to it ! i did play this character before, but i’ve revamped him a bit, aged him up a bit, and then did a bit more, so sorry for the novel of a bio ! there is a basics section down below if you’re just skimming for the moment !

My mind is a very dangerous and destructive place; only the darkness survives.

biography

born and raised to two military soldiers in san antonio, texas, riley pearson was nothing short of the perfect son. he was raised strict and proud with a smile on his face and a salute at his fingertips. his mother, lillian, had finished serving her time for her country only a few months after finding out she was pregnant, but his father, jace, was deployed for another service not even a week before riley’s birth. for the first four years of his life, he was a momma’s boy with a picture for a father. lillian worked hard to make sure riley knew who his father was, what he looked like, the sound of his voice from scattered calls and old home videos. when his father returned, all it took was a week of activities to spur into him those four years his father missed. he was an easy adapter, and his parents saw that clearly.

they were a family, and nothing was going to take that away from them. they dressed him up every day and sent him to school, welcomed him with open arms off the bus, and sat together for dinner in the kitchen as they mused over their day. some would call them ideal, others seemed to like the term “robotic”. it continued like this for years, and soon enough, riley realized just how ideal his parents thought he was.

he stayed inside every night, nearing the age of fourteen, while his friends ran off to birthday parties, concerts and soccer practice. he had never realized his parent’s overbearing expectations until he was made to realize that hardly any other kid had them. he began to hate his home.

he started breaking rules— staying out past curfew, never doing his homework, running away to friend’s houses for days on end, not as much as a text home to let his parents know he was alright. he had gone from the golden boy to the town nuisance. but it was only when he was caught with drugs (weed) at school did his parents draw the line.

he had just turned fifteen when his parents shipped him off to military boot camp. he was infuriated, acting out for nearly a month when he first got there, but slowly he started to condemn to their rules. he began to fall back to that perfect, golden child that he was before. he took his drill sergeant's orders as if they came from his parents. he started making friends, basking in the life he had taken for granted. and not three years later, he was stepping off the bus from boot camp, a smile on his face and a pep in his step. he was happy to see his parents— he figured maybe life would be perfect now. they were going to be this ideal, uniform family again, no matter how robotic. he realized everything his parents did, every little rule and promise, it all was meant to make him into a better man, to keep him on a straight line. over the years, he saw kids continuing to rebel within the boot camp, pushing their luck and ending up worse in the end. it was a never ending cycle, and he wanted no part of it. oh how did his dreams fly.

one year after riley stepped off the bus from bootcamp, his entire ideal world crumbled. a virus swept over the world and the dead began walking. everything his parents had trained for, everything he had trained for, was surrounding them in hoards. they grabbed everything they could and darted off to the first military base they could find, leaving everyone they ever knew behind. they were soldiers now— but they weren’t fighting for their country; they were fighting for their lives.

the pearson family lasted three months. three months of family bonding and survival all washed down the drain when their military base was overrun by an enormous hoard of the undead. soldiers fought bravely, proudly, and children cowered behind whatever family they had left. riley and his parents were in the front of the battle, and as his mother called out a final i love you, her arm was torn apart. his father jumped in to save her, and his leg was attacked from behind. all the while, riley watched in frozen terror as the family he once knew was ripped to shreds.

he couldn’t remember what happened— maybe he fought his way through, maybe he cowered behind everyone else until the last dead had dropped, maybe he slept through it all, but somehow, some way, riley walked out of that base with his life, his father’s jacket, and a gun, not a thing else. no one else survived, that he knows of, and he was the last one alive to tell the tale.

after that, he took no chances. three years of bootcamp and an entire life of military parents taught him how to fight like a soldier no matter what world he was in. he became a cold killer, fighting for himself and only himself. the memory of his parents burned in the front of his brain— they died for him, and he was damn sure not going to let their death be in vain. so he fights for himself, for the world he remembers, and he does whatever it takes to survive— no matter the cost.

he’s became colder, crueler, more sculpted by this world than he ever had been. he resorted to staying silent on most occasions, rarely a full phrase spewing from his lips. he’s fell into an emotionless state for a long time, pushing himself away from other survivors, knowing no matter what, they’d all end up the same. in his mind, there was no point to friendships anymore, no point in taking the time to get to know someone if their fate was already sealed. this mindset hurt him more than he could comprehend, and it took a while for him to learn from his mistakes

it was only last year that riley began travelling with another survivor, italia. they had crossed paths time and time again over the years, and at some point, they just stopped leaving eachother. this... bond, friendship, whatever they wanted to call it, it’s what he needed to chip away at that cold, hard exterior. she had the same sadness in her eyes, the same trauma laced in her veins, and somehow, their pain merged. suddenly, he was talking again, the sentences getting longer as time passed. but of course, tragedy always found riley.

only a few months after joining italia in the apocalypse, riley came face to face with someone he thought he’d never see again. at first, riley thought it was just another bug eye, a stage three that was just begging for a bullet between the eyes. but that flash of camo and the glimmer of a rusted locket hanging around rotting skin, riley felt his whole world collapse ontop of him. it was his mother, in all her rotting glory. 

riley broke. for the first time in years, he let himself break down, right in front of the one person he knew would understand. together, two fingers on the trigger of a shaking gun, riley and italia put his mother to rest. he buried his mother with his father’s old military jacket, his most prized possession, and traded it in for the locket that held years of memories between the rusted engravings. it took him another month or two to push down the urge to burst into tears. 

riley blamed himself for what happened to his mother, not only her death, but for her afterlife. she was left to roam the world for years as a rotting corpse, all because he didn’t take the time to give her mercy back at the base. his father, god knows where he is. 

he took those months to heal, to put the pieces back together, and now he’s managing to live a functional life. he’s speaking more, managing full phrases, almost keeping a conversation. it’s a complete 180 of the boy he used to be.

basics.

riley is an 23 year old survivor who witnessed the death of his parents around 4 ago on a military base where they and many other families had escaped to during the initial outbreak. his family was military born and raised, all of them as uniform and perfect as you would expect. when his teen years came along, he began to rebel— running away, getting mixed up with drugs, general disrespectful teenager stuff. when his parents had decided they had taken enough, they shipped him off to military boot camp, and three years later, riley pearson stepped off that bus and walked home a perfect soldier. he had hoped everything would return to how it used to be before he had ruined it all, but a year after he returned home, the outbreak began and all hopes of a perfect life were destroyed. after the death of his parents, he was the lone survivor of the military base and the last remaining piece of his family. he has become cold since their death, nearly emotionless, only continuing to fight for the sake of his family’s memory. he’s no longer much of a talker, and after seeing his mother’s corpse just a year ago, he’s wondering if he’ll ever get back to the boy he once was. he’s currently travelling alongside another survivor, italia, and she has helped him to speak more, managing full phrases, sometimes even sentences.

wanted connections.

bootcamp buddies - this is someone that riley met in bootcamp and became friends with during those three years. they wouldn’t know about riley’s past since the bootcamp, i.e. the death of his parents and the loss of everything he loves, so this reunion would be quite the awkward one taken by dani jennings 

trading partners - riley has decided to trade with a very select group of people, all single rogues or rogue pairs, and has kept the personal information to the bare minimum. they meet at set locations, on a routine schedule so not everyone is there at once, and trade the basic needs of what they have. i’d love to have some of these trading partners!

an ex ? - this would be from his rebellious years, before the three years in bootcamp (or honestly maybe even the beginning of boot camp ? ). he is a completely different person than he was back then, though he has fallen into some of his old habits (smoking). this could be fun !

his uncle - there is a wc on the main for this !!! i’d love to see him around

those are all i’ve really got now, but if you’d like to plot or fill a connection, hmu! my ims are always open and i do have a discord !

[ofdylcn-blog]

•  ( drew van acker. 32. he/his. ) we spotted DYLAN MCKAY around toledo today, just another gear in the machine of the apocalypse. i heard he is a TRADER for AILTON TOWER. i guess it fits, seeing as he is known to be resourceful & loyal, as well as stubborn & skeptical. they often have little black submarines by the black keys stuck in their head while they work. i wonder if they’re prepared for what’s coming ?

hey everyone. i’m rae and it’s been years since i’ve been in this type of rp. that’s kind of like a disclaimer saying i don’t know what i’m doing, so please don’t judge me. i bring you dylan mckay, a hot mess who is a trader for ailton tower and really doesn’t know what’s going on besides there being an apocalypse. he’s a taurus, left-handed, and has luck on his side. also, this probably won’t show up in the tags because i made a new blog for this, whoops.

dylan mckay is originally from tyler, texas, the rose capital of america. his family owned and operated blueberry hill farms, a farm where anyone can pick their own berries and enjoy the sweet treats located in the bakery. his childhood was average, full of sports and playing outside versus staying indoors and glued to a screen. his family life was also average, being an only child. 

dylan had his fair share of relationships throughout high school and college, but it was during his junior year while studying engineering that he met the woman who would change his life. the two became engaged a few years after graduating, deciding to make their home in dallas, texas. 

when the outbreak first started, dylan and his fiance were in the middle of wedding planning. those plans came to a halt with the rapidly spreading virus, forcing dylan and natalie to retreat back to tyler, texas on his family’s farm. things were good for a while, they were able to survive off the land and build a makeshift fortress around the farm, but the inevitable happened. the infected found their way in one night while most of the family was sleeping, dylan’s father being the only one on alert. needless to say, dylan was the only one to make it out alive. he did his best to try to save his family, his fiance, but in the end there was nothing he could do.

dylan roamed the toledo bend reservoir on his own for months before he came across a group of survivors reinventing an old museum that would later be called ailton tower. though a bit wary at first, he finally decided to join their ranks and help turn ailton tower into what it is today. he serves as a trader, his resourcefulness coming in handy when it comes to bartering goods from the other two camps. while he would be better suited for farming, dylan’s come to trust and be loyal to his fellow survivors within the tower.

as for wanted connections? i still haven’t thought anything out fully but here are a few off the top of my head that could be fleshed out.

the person dylan trusts the most and vice versa. they would obviously have to be part of ailton tower but i suppose these two would be friends, always having each other’s backs.

frenemies. people dylan doesn’t trust that much and is always skeptical about. could be from any camp or a rogue.

enemies. just straight-up hate. maybe your character tried to kill him or something for supplies before the camps were established or maybe your character just tried to kill him or leave him for dead anyway, we can talk it out.

romance/sexual tension. i don’t really know if during something like this that dylan would have these kinds of thoughts on his mind, but i’m sure there’s some tension or flirting going on with someone around. it’s just bound to happen, human nature.

that’s all for now guys. thank you for reading!

[cnnormurphy-blog]

( jake gyllenhaal. 36. he/him. ) we spotted CONNOR MURPHY in the wilds today, just another gear in the machine of the apocalypse. i heard he chose to go ROGUE for the end of the world. i guess it fits, seeing as he known to be cunning & articulate, as well as vindictive & crass. they often have i think i’m okay by mgk/yungblud stuck in their head while they hunt. i wonder if they’re prepared for what’s coming ? 

hey loves i’m lucky! this is 1/2 of my muses i’ve brought into this hellish world, tap the heart and we can plot!

tw death, tw alcoholism

born & raised in the south end of boston to a single mother in poverty

practically raised himself with some help from his uncle, having to steal and rummage his way through life

got into fighting at an early age, soon making money off his skill set and used the funds to make a living

opened his own gym in a small studio and it was enough for him, still competed in underground fights to make an extra buck, he’s great with his hands

lived a very solitude life, had a very small group of friends with little time for relationships, they tended to lead to vulnerability and connor just wasn’t used to opening up

acquired quite the drinking habit at 18 having never confronting his demons which only grew as the years went on

had one serious girlfriend who he ended up leaving due to his inability to commit, he’d rather keep people at a distance

when the outbreak began he didn’t trust what he was hearing, he thought it was just crazy talk, something out of a movie

it wasn’t until he went to check on his mom that he found her dead, her body completely ripped apart and a figure hunched over her, he was able to take the infected down with a gun he had strapped to his chest

boston being as populated as it was proved to be incredibly difficult to flee and in fact he wasn’t able to get out of the state for quite some time and this forced him to only make it to new hampshire, hiding out in an old campground 

once the seasons begun to change he had to move, quick. using his survival skills he was able to acquire a dirt bike, giving him the ease of moving through the woods at a rate faster than he was going

after having to ditch the bike for lack of gas connor moved in silence, traversing states in matters of months, never staying anywhere longer than he needed to, this brought him to texas

connor never favored the idea of grouping up, it was something that seemed collapsable from the start, his trust in others was minimal before the outbreak and this didn’t change after, in fact it only got worse

it didn’t take him long to find the populated camps and at first he was alarmed, he made it an hour north before deciding he had to try and see what they had to offer. 

connor is currently held up in a cave almost twenty minutes from camp serotonin, he’s set up a small campsite that is indistinguishable to most with traps set to assure his safety

his survival skills have grown since the start of the infection leaving him to be incredibly lethal

he doesn’t travel with groups, he favors solitude and will act with aggression if snuck up on

angsty boi

thx for getting through this mess 

[scintamclia]

AMELIA ‘LIA’ CHEN. 50. LEADER OF THE SAINTS.

hello loves !! i’m tess, i’m 18, i’m in cst and i’m the creator of this rp ! you might’ve already seen riley’s intro, and i can promise you this one won’t be as long ! anyways, let’s get to it ! ok i lied about the length i had no idea i’d write this much im so sorry

A life of faith in medicine can heal all ailments, but no medicine can heal this broken world.

biography

amelia chen was born and raised in dallas texas to a lower class family that did their best to make ends meet. her mother worked as a nurse at the local hospital, spending long nights in the emergency room and even longer mornings cooking breakfast for the family. during the day, she slept and amelia’s father would head off to work at an aluminum factory. her parents were hard workers, sacrificing family time for comfort and food on the table, but there was no lack of love in their home. amelia was an only child, so whatever time her parents could spare was spent on her--- the weekends were reserved for story time and practicing her medical terminology.

amelia took pride in her mother’s work, spending her childhood dreaming of following in her footsteps, healing the sick and giving back life to those on the brink of losing it. she was only eleven when she saved her first life. seeing a man hit by a car on her walk home from school, she ran into the nearest store, told them to call an ambulance, then ran to the wounded man and pulled the first aid kit from her backpack. she always kept it on her. she followed her mother’s technique, that voice in her head with her every step of the way. by the time the ambulance got there, the man was laughing, even with a nasty wound on the side of his head. he was bandaged up tight, medical wrap neatly sealing the wound, and his face spotless. bloodied rags surrounded him, but the little girl was gone. 

amelia wasn’t the most popular in school, she kept to herself and focused on her studies. by 18, she was accepted into the military as a field nurse. she was the best in her class, saving thousands of lives in only her first year in the field. she did three tours of iraq, treated just like the soldiers she kept alive. it was only when their caravan was attacked and amelia was forced to fight that her commanding officer took notice of her skills.

amelia hadn’t told anyone, but she had convinced one of the soldiers to train with her a few times a week, knowing if she could defend herself, then she’d be able to help others more than ever. her commanding officer immediately pulled her from the nurse’s section and put her into a uniform. she was a soldier from then on out, and while it wasn’t her idea career, lia grew to love her new job. 

in all her years, she hadn’t taken into account just how many ways there was to save a life. as her skills grew, along with her determination, amelia rose to the rank of first lieutenant, just under the captain. she was only twenty-six.

amelia stayed in the army for about another twenty years, getting married and having two children within the same time span.

she had only been out of the army four years before the outbreak happened. within the first few months, she lost her son and her husband. two different tragedies, two different reminders.

from there on out, it was just amelia and her daughter. during the first year, the two found a rogue group and traveled with them for a while. it was only when two survivors showed up at their camp begging for medical help that things started to change. amelia rose to the challenge, taking a risk and coming to the survivor’s aid. they were led to a sanitarium, and just as they had said, a wounded man awaited them. they had an abundance of medical supplies, but no skills to put them to use.

lia helped their man, and soon enough, the two groups merged, all under lia’s authority. she was a born leader, healer, and soldier. with those under her belt, their group created the saints. 

it’s been three years since they created the saints, and in that time amelia has learned to open up to her people more, in her own way. she often has a straight face on, but she’s more than happy to help anyone who needs it.

she works day and night to keep the saints running, and never lets an eye off her daughter. as the only family she has left, lia would die if she lost her. she has connected with her people, even through her hard exterior, and prides her camp on their relentlessness to heal anyone who comes through their gates. she loves her people, she just has a hard time showing it.

basics

amelia chen was born and raised in dallas, texas to a lower class family that worked day and night to keep food on the table. her mother was a nurse, and her father a factory worker. amelia dreamed of following in her mother’s footsteps, and at 18, she signed up to the army to be a field nurse. she did three tours in iraq, helping the sick and the wounded that was brought into her tent, running the trauma unit like a well oiled machine. taking combat lessons from a soldier that toured with her, her skills were put to use when her caravan was attacked by insurgents. her commanding officer took note of her skills, and before she knew it, she was being handed a gun and a uniform, thrown into the army’s soldier count. as her skills and love for the new job grew, she rose in rank. by twenty-six, she was a first lieutenant. she spent another twenty years in the army, getting married and starting a family within that time. she left the army only 4 years before the outbreak. during the first few months of hell on earth, she lost both her son and her husband, the only remaining piece of her family being her daughter. after a year, two survivors showed up to her rogue camp asking for medical help, and soon, the saints were born. she became their leader, connecting with each of them through the power of medicine. now, she just wishes life upon all of them. she’s a hard one to crack, but she cares so much, even if she doesn’t show it.

wanted 

her daughter !!!! there’s a wanted connection up for her on the main

parenting buddy - someone she can come to with her concerns about her daughter, someone she trusts with that sensitive information

a one night stand - this would have been a drunken night, possibly some feelings confessed, and the next morning they acted like nothing happened. it’s been awkward ever since (bonus points if they were best friends before they slept together)

the wounded man she saved when creating the saints

[millercameron]

( alycia debnam-carey. 23. she/her. ) we spotted CAMERON MILLER in the wilds today, just another gear in the machine of the apocalypse. i heard she chose to go ROGUE for the end of the world. i guess it fits, seeing as she’s known to be + independent & + resourceful, as well as - blunt & - sarcastic. they often have the world outside by eyes set to kill stuck in their head while they hunt. i wonder if they’re prepared for what’s coming ?

-         Cameron hasn’t always been on her own. She was with her family when the apocalypse first happened, but the virus quickly took her mother and she was forced to kill her father a few weeks later when he was going to trade her and her younger brother to a group of criminals for supplies. From then on, it was just the two of them before they got separated by a group of infected almost a year ago now and left her by herself, but she hasn’t stopped looking for him since.

-         Despite knowing that there are camps where she can have a permanent place to lay her head and food that’s within reach, Cameron actually prefers being on the outside and searching for whatever she needs to survive. She loves to challenge herself when she’s out there to push past her limits and figure out how much longer she can survive on her own. Because of this, she never stays in one place for too long unless she absolutely has to and prefers to keep on the move because she thinks it prevents her from getting too comfortable or becoming an easy target for dangerous people.

-         Cameron is merciless when it comes to her enemies and will kill them without batting an eye or losing sleep at night. At one point she would’ve felt deeply horrified at the thought of taking a life, but has grown accustomed to doing it from all the time she’s spent on the road. Now, it only brings her comfort to know that she has ended the life of someone who would’ve done the same to her.

-         While she prefers her own company and makes every attempt to avoid strangers, that doesn’t mean she won’t help someone if she sees that they’re in need of it. If it doesn’t put her in harm’s way then she’s more than willing to lend a hand, but she won’t stick around long enough to make a friend and will continue on her way once she’s done.

-         She knows that it’s absolutely insane, but she doesn’t mind being around the dead and feels safer with them than with most humans. However, Cameron’s well aware that they’re dangerous and she doesn’t go out of her way to seek them out. She just feels that the dead are truer to their nature and more predictable than humans are. Since all they can do is kill her, she feels that’s a kinder fate than what humans do to each other.

-         Cameron’s extremely independent and really doesn’t like asking other people for help. While she’ll do it if she absolutely has to as she knows not everything can be done by herself, most times she prefers to deal with whatever she has a problem with on her own.

-         She has a tendency to be blunt and finds sugar coating the truth to be disrespectful as well as insulting. She prefers to be brutally honest to others and hopes they do the same since she believes honesty is the best policy. However, she doesn’t do this to hurt others, it’s only because she hasn’t socialized in awhile and has grown used to saying the first thing that comes to her mind when she comes across people. If its someone who miraculously befriended her or someone who has treated her with kindness, then she’ll have no problem apologizing.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

-         Her little brother -         An ex-girlfriend she hasn’t seen since before the apocalypse -         Someone patient enough to befriend her

[inactive10249193012]

                  ×× okay , it’s been a HOT minute since i’ve been in an apocalyptic rp , but i’ve ?? missed it sm and this rp ? so hot , i had to join ! also , i might be switching from static icons to gif icons because i still dk which i prefer more of yeeun , but ! i’m cc and i’m going to apologize big time for miss mae here because even in the apocalypse , she’s still a literal demon and i , truly don’t understand how she’s not d*ad yet because she might deserve it , but here’s minnie ! like this & i’ll come to you for plots !

( jang yeeun. twenty-one. she/her. ) we spotted MARY “MINNIE” MAE  in the wilds today, just another gear in the machine of the apocalypse. i heard she chose to go rogue for the end of the world. i guess it fits, seeing as she’s known to be + beguiling & + percipient, as well as - ignoble & - unholy. they often have raised by wolves by geoffroy stuck in their head while they hunt. i wonder if they’re prepared for what’s coming ?

aesthetic: the twirl of a century old scepter , poison hidden behind kind lips and kinder words , hanging onto a diamond cross necklace , scarlet lips dripping tantalizing lies , a taunting laugh echoing down a dark hallway , preparing to always be two steps ahead , refusing to raise a white flag ever , and worn out copy of ‘ the art of war. ’

current belongings: one hunting knife , one hiking stick – spear hybrid - pointy on both ends , one hiking backpack , one box of tampons – heavily rationed , a few changes of clothes , a half ripped copy of the art of war with tons of notes in the margins , a creased and folded photo of a black cat , three hair ties and seventeen bobby pins , a small bottle of nude - pink nail polish , a gallon sized ziploc full of rations , one diamond cross necklace held in a small plastic baggie , a taped together toothbrush & a bottle of toothpaste , a leather bound journal with blood stained pages & a half charged iPod with two one direction albums

· · · · MEMOIR

tw for : death & blood

an heiress to a fortune 500 company , mary mae is born to immigrants who came to america to make a better life for themselves. devout christians name their devil-born daughter after the virgin mary , but she takes the name minnie as soon as she can talk. the cross hangs around her neck heavily , but faith has ridden her body.

she learns very early on how to survive on her own , her parents too busy managing a successful business to love their daughter. self sufficiency comes easy , as does hurting people with a poisoned tongue and sharp words. pleasure comes in the form of other people’s misery and minnie learns quickly how to make the world fear her – she’s always preferred to be feared rather than loved.

seventeen is when the world goes to absolute shit , and she remembers going to school and hearing someone say ‘ i hope minnie mae gets infected , if that bitch outlives me in the apocalypse , i’ve failed. ’ – what a way to get her to live , spite is the biggest motivator , after all. halfway through senior year is when the world really goes to shit. she doesn’t stick around for too long , ditching parents who never notice her missing presence anyway.

groups are formed , but minnie’s never been a team player. sabotage comes naturally to her , though no motivation is needed for her to tear apart a group of survivors from the inside out. through the years , she travels in and out of packs , but she never leaves one in tact. entertainment has to come from somewhere and waging wars from the shadows has never failed her before.

blood on her hands , she walks the nation with nothing but stolen belongings and a hunger for chaos ( as if , the apocalypse isn’t enough chaos for her ). 

· · · · DISPOSITION

she’s not a team player , but she’s not faced a group she couldn’t talk her way into. chaos rules her soul , a hunger for wreaking havoc fills her bones. selfish , cruel , ignoble – minnie has the makings of a villain , all hidden behind a sweet smile and a promise that she’ll pull her weight. 

comparable to a snake slithering on a foreign forest floor , she’s far from home , but being lonely has never bothered her. she’s always been better by herself than with someone else , she’s better at thinking and planning that way. distractions come rarely to her , but whims come often. 

might be devil sent , assigned to walk the earth by hell itself , might just be a rich girl with problems.

· · · · WANTED CONNECTIONS

okay , hi , sorry for the Dramatiques , i just love minnie and i’m trying a new intro style shhh. all my wc’s are listed below !

someone from a group she’s decimated

another rogue she trusts to trade with / hunt with occasionally

someone from a group she’s in close with

people she doesn’t get along with !

someone who she wants to be around , despite her need for loneliness.

something based on this. 

something based on this. 

something based on this. 

something based on this

.

something based on the song white mercedes by charli xcx , i’ll sell you my soul for it. 

something based on the song white mercedes by charli xcx , i’ll sell you my soul for it.

something based on the song hate me by ellie goulding.

[inaposite-blog]

( jason sudeikis. 43. he/him. ) we spotted sidney hall around toledo today, just another gear in the machine of the apocalypse. i heard he is a trader for ailton tower. i guess it fits, seeing as he's known to be charming & forthright as well as cowardly & inapposite. they often have dark doo wop by ms mr in their head while they work. i wonder if they’re prepared for what’s coming ?

hewwo, fwends and stwangers!  (please don’t murder me) my name is caitlin, but i typically go by either cait or linny. you can choose between the three or come up with something entirely new! it really doesn’t matter that much to me. i’m 22, use she/her or they/them pronouns, and live in the cst timezone. while i do have time to be active, i am still very busy right now with a last minute move from wisconsin to nashville, so please understand if it takes a bit to get back to your messages. i’m so PUMPED to be here. if you have any questions, lmk!

stats:

full name: sidney evans hall

nickname(s): sid

age: 43

height: 6′3″

gender: cisgender  male

sexual orientation: bisexual

birth date: july 3, 1976

zodiac sign: cancer

religious status: agnostic, has studied many religions

current  location: ailton tower

occupation: trader

previous occupation: supervisory aerospace engineer @ nasa’s langley research center

positive traits: charming, forthright

negative traits: cowardly, inapposite

siblings: samantha vanderbilt (45),  sarah fitzwilliam (49), savannah hall (56) 

marital status: divorced

children: natalie mitchell-hall (26), cecilia hall (19, estranged), mason hall (17, estranged)

fun facts:

tall sad loser boy

certified genius but is…actually Quite dumb.

rich white boy, yIKES

had a tumultuous relationship with his parents as a child

they pressured him to follow in his father and grandmothers footsteps and work for nasa and he did for a while but like... he wasn’t feeling it. 

quit nasa like 6 months before the outbreak. coincidence????

yeah, it was.

accidentally knocked his girlfriend up when he was 17 and wanted to be apart of her and his daughters life, but his parents sent him to va for his nasa internship and more or less paid off his gf to stay away so he could have a “better” life

he has 2 other children, another daughter & son. he was apart of their lives for a few years but ultimately ended up divorcing their mom and hasn’t been seen by them since

????????????????

was chemistry teacher as a prestigious highschool in manhattan for like... 5 months and then boom. outbreak.

a Bad teacher. 

just wanted to talk about poetry, and literature. chemistry who?

BIG OL’ FLIRT. always has been, always will be.

when the outbreak hit, he hid in his apartment for about 4 months before venturing fully outside.

idk how he’s survived this long, he’s completely useless.

outgoing but generally keeps to himself bc he’s a scaredy cat

probably in love w/ u. 

… beat him up … he’s awful

it’s his kink

idk y’all, what am i saying

[emersonmonroe]

ali here with a second intro for my babe, emerson. 

( jenny boyd. twenty-eight. she/her. ) we spotted EMERSON MONROE  in the wilds today, just another gear in the machine of the apocalypse. i heard she chose to go ROGUE for the end of the world. i guess it fits, seeing as she’s known to be + adventurous & + charismatic, as well as - selfish & - bitter. they often have body talks by the struts ft. kesha stuck in their head while they hunt. i wonder if they’re prepared for what’s coming?

— basics;;

NAME : emerson may monroe ALIAS ( NICKNAMES ) : emerson, em AGE : 28 SEXUAL ORIENTATION : pansexual GENDER IDENTITY : cis-female, she/her SPOKEN LANGUAGES : english, conversational french FORMER OCCUPATION : model FAMILY : lili monroe ( mother, deceased post-apocalypse, currently unknown ), charles monroe ( father, deceased pre-apocalypse ), alexander monroe ( older brother, alive, currently unknown ) POSITIVE TRAITS : confident, charismatic, adventurous, adaptable NEGATIVE TRAITS : selfish, bitter, arrogant, stubborn

— a look deeper;;

emerson monroe was the second child born into what was already a happy household. charlie & lili had been married with a child long before emerson came around. alexander was already fourteen before em (their surprise, miracle baby) was born. the family had another three years of happiness before tragedy struck in the form of a heart attack when charles monroe was only forty-six. without him, em’s mother was lost. emerson’s aunt, marina, moved in shortly after to help take care of things.

her mother never really recovered from it. she slowly drank herself to death over the next decade leaving emerson with only her aunt for comfort. but by that time, emerson had already considered her aunt her parent anyways. she barely even remembers a time when she had her real parents as more than a photograph or a drunken mess in the bathroom. marina was honestly the best parent emerson could have asked for. she always made sure to tell her aunt that too.

emerson grew up surrounded by science fiction as her father was a huge fan of the genre. her mom continued the tradition after he passed and made emerson watch it with her during her few sober moments. although she never liked it as a child, she ended up liking it more through the years especially after her mother passed too.

emerson was ‘discovered’ by a modeling agency when she was seventeen and she spent the next few years in new york pursuing that career. although she wasn’t quite a household name, she was well on her way to becoming one when the world went to shit.

despite going into modeling, drawing is the one thing that emerson always thought she was best in. she had considered some sort of career in art or something similar for once her looks couldn't get her any further in life, but that’s all gone to shit now. her art used to tend towards fantastical designs and contemporary pieces. she liked to shock people with her art, though not through gore or anything of the like, but in the strange and otherworldly. she liked to incorporate a mix of nature and muted colors to evoke a sense of wonder and weirdness. although it’s impractical, she does keep a prized sketchbook and pencils in her bag still.

she was in california when the world as she knew it ended. there was a fashion show she was supposed to appear in and some award show to make an appearance at, but she never made those. it was there she met josiah just as she began to realize that she was in deep trouble on her own. she basically latched on to the first protector-type she found, and that happened to be him. she was lucky she hadn’t met a rather unfortunate end considering everything else going on around them and considering her distinct lack of survival skills. her skills have improved some since then, but she certainly still wouldn’t survive on her own. she would sacrifice most people for her own safety tbh, but not josiah, ofc. 

she’s honestly bitter on the end of the world like girl had so much going for her and now she hasn’t had a manicure in four years and she could really use a hair straightener. emerson used to try to focus on what the future could hold, but it’s hard when all she sees now is death. 

— CONNECTIONS;;

i’m not going to make any super specific ones because honestly i’m just lazy right now, but i’d love for some friends, enemies, exes from before the apocalypse, new acquaintances, old friends, etc. lemme know if emerson would fit one of your connections cause i can guarantee i’m down!

[frkwa-blog]

( satomi ishihara. thirty. she/her. ) we spotted NAOMI FURUKAWA  around toledo today, just another gear in the machine of the apocalypse. i heard she is a TECHNICIAN for AILTON TOWER. i guess it fits, seeing as she’s known to be + intrepid & + dedicated, as well as - reticent & - short tempered. they often have you’ve got the love by florence + the machine stuck in their head while they work. i wonder if they’re prepared for what’s coming?

BEFORE

tanaka nozomi and naomi furukawa may inhabit the same body but they are vastly different people.

born in tokyo, japan the nozomi before naomi was a young girl who still idealized love and marriage, and the happiness of life 

she also grew up with the belief that she could do anything, unfortunately her tenacity was the only thing that survived her family’s move to new york

her parents marriage couldn’t survive the stress of the move and they divorced soon after and naomi was left stuck between two worlds and two households 

she felt she had to take care of her younger sibling while her parents used her as a conduit to fight through 

she resolved to prove herself to everyone and invested all of her energy into school and working, she wasn’t one for making friends well 

she idealized the perfect nuclear family and eventually she would get it

it seemed like she had achieved everything she ever dreamed. despite her tumultuous upbringing she was a successful journalist on a national news network, married to her husband kai, whom she’d met on a business trip to japan, and had a beautiful daughter named hana 

her life was finally in the perfect working order she coveted, then the apocalypse came and it all went to hell 

AFTER 

though she tried her hardest to protect them, kai and hana were killed shortly after the infection began in an act of senseless violence

naomi was completely broken by the loss of her husband and daughter, she thinks it’s some cruel cosmic joke she’s managed to stay alive along as she has 

now in ailton tower she works as a technician and does a lot of the radio broadcasting for the tower using the skills her husband, an engineer taught her, and her past as a journalist 

she’s very reserved, keeps to herself, and plays by the rules at all times. she’s like your cool grandma who takes no shit. she has a perfectionist streak and comes off a little (a lot) uptight. she’s definitely a princess and i love her for it. she’s just got that mom friend gene. 

i’m just word vomiting at this point i’ll revise it eventually 

[williamsurvives]

( jack falehee. 32. he/him. ) we spotted WILLIAM CARTER around toledo today, just another gear in the machine of the apocalypse. i heard he is the CO-LEADER of THE SAINTS. i guess it fits, seeing as he is known to be + idealistic & + considerate, as well as - overbearing & - cunning. they often have from eden by hozier stuck in their head while they work. i wonder if they’re prepared for what’s coming ? 

Will grew up in a family of four in Breckenridge, Colorado. His mom and dad were both ski instructors and his sister was one year younger.

Naturally, Will grew up on the mountain, skiing and doing plenty of hiking, running, mountain biking, etc. He loved the outdoors, he lived and breathed it.

That being said, Will also struggled a lot with academics. He was diagnosed with dyslexia and fell easily behind in classes. Thankfully, his parents were more than willing to help out, and as a family, they came up with a simple reward system: every class Will passed was a day spent on the mountain, whether that was skiing or backpacking.

Thanks to his proximity to the mountains, Will grew up hearing a lot of tragedies that happened both because of people’s stupidity and nature. As he grew older, and had more comprehension of the risks involved, he began educating himself. He took classes to become a professional guide, he took classes to understand the avalanche risks, etc. Naturally, that became his job on school breaks.

When Will was eighteen, he initially stuck with guiding, but it didn’t last long. By nineteen, Will was studying to become a paramedic, and that’s when he met his future wife, Rena.

The two fell in love hard and fast and created a fulfilling life together. Thankfully, he never had to give up his love for the outdoors and she was a successful artist. Their dreams seemed to mesh together seamlessly.

A few years into his career as a paramedic, Will also joined the Search and Rescue force and went on many expeditions to save others from the mountain, which he loved. It was a perfect balance between work, helping others and his own passions.

Unfortunately, Will’s father got sick with cancer. Since it was rumoured that a cure was being created, Will was hopeful, but he spent time taking care of his father as well. It was a lot for one man to balance between his wife, two jobs, and caring for his father, but Will was always clinging onto hope.

Before the cure was created, Will’s father passed away. He grieved by going on a month long expedition in Nepal, but when he came back, Will swore that he was fine. With Rena there, things just seemed bearable.

Two years later, however, Will was offered a full time position with SAR. It would be in a remote location, but his experience as a paramedic was invaluable. Ultimately, Will chose to take it, and Rena had her dream job elsewhere. The two broke up because of it which naturally broke Will’s heart.

Eight months later, the outbreak occurred. Faaaar from people, Will didn’t have too much to fear personally, but he did care about Rena. He headed through the mountains to a cabin where they previously spent a lot of time and there he found her zombified family. To survive, Will was forced to kill them. Next he went looking for his sister and mother, both of whom were also lost to the virus.

Naturally, Will went searching for signs of life, both in everyday people and Rena. He joined forces with who he could and when he stumbled upon the camps, Will felt a little more content. He was always best suited looking after people and organizing them.

Currently, Will gets through the days with the hope that the Saints will find a cure and helping everyone around camp. He can be found doing odd jobs when he isn’t in Co-Leader mode.

He just really loves and cares about people?? But he will be a hard ass to help his camp.

He’s spent like his whole life making split second decisions in mountains and through being a paramedic so he knows how to look at stakes and give things up. He’s kind, but not an idiot.

PLOTS:

The Ex-Wife: Will’s been looking for her for years and still cares deeply about her. They separated as friends, but he refuses to accept she may be dead. He won’t leave the Saints to find her, he’s wholeheartedly dedicated to them, but he still hopes that Rena survived. @ofrenas

A Family Figure: Since Will loves his family above all else and lost them, he’s desperate to find people that he loves and cares for in the same way. This person is like family to him now, their bond is deep, and he’d do anything for them and vice versa. Can be younger or older.

Protective Of: This person is someone Will would do anything to protect. They’re younger than him and almost like a child to him. Could be a member of the Saints or a Rogue.

Patched Up: On their journey to the camps, Will found someone injured and helped fix them up. From there, they became friends and traveled together for a while.

One Night Stand: On an emotional night, these two hooked up and Will now avoids them a bit. They were most likely friends before.

+ all the regular friends plots!! Like this and I’ll DM you.

[lincoln-dewitt-blog]

( colson baker. 27. he/him. ) we spotted LINCOLN ‘‘LINK’’ DEWITT around toledo today, just another gear in the machine of the apocalypse. i heard he is a HUNTER for AILTON TOWER. i guess it fits, seeing as he’s known to be ADAPTABLE & LOYAL, as well as STUBBORN & RETICENT. they often have LOUDER THAN HELL by MOTLEY CRUE stuck in their head while they work. i wonder if they’re prepared for what’s coming ?

hey, hey! i’m ginny ( she/her, 25. ) and i’ll be bringing my tall son link to this honestly incredible looking roleplay. please hit the like button or come to me in the dms here or on discord if you want to plot or chat, ‘cause i’d honestly love and be excited to! 

will be adding more to this as we go!

full name: lincoln avery dewitt. nickname(s): link. age: 27. birth date: march 26, 1992. zodiac sign: aries. gender: cis male. sexual orientation: heterosexual. religion: agnostic, but was raised christian. language(s): english, dutch. occupation: hunter, at ailton tower. former occupation: record store clerk. height: 6′ 3′‘ (192 cm). build: slim, lean, athletic. eye color: blue. hair color: dyed blonde hair, short. physical characteristics: covered in various tattoos, nose piercing, a large scar on his right thigh from an accident during the first few months of the outbreak. appearance: tanktops, shirts or hoodies with worn jeans or sweatpants and sneakers. whatever is available and fits. personality: a bit of a lone wolf, does well in small groups but big groups get him anxious. is very private about his life before the outbreak, doesn’t talk much unless he really knows or likes the person. is really quiet. has got a bit of a temper, gets angry real fast. usually wants to punch things. loves music, is always humming a tune when he’s lost in thought or banging his head when he’s listening to his old walkman. loyal to a fault, probably. would literally die for those he cares for. feels a whole lot of lost. always on the struggle bus. positive traits: adaptable, loyal. negative traits: stubborn, reticent. some more info: born in amsterdam, netherlands and spent the first few years of his life there but eventually moved with his family to wyoming, usa. still has a hint of an accent. his father left his mother after another couple of years, and has a second family somewhere in florida that he knows of. doesn’t want anything to do with his father. it ended up just being him and his mother until the outbreak, struggling but doing whatever it takes to be able to pay the bills. he lost her in the first few weeks. lost contact with other relatives and friends as well, is hoping to find them still. has survived with a few small groups, but always ended up on his own after a few months. sick and tired of being alone so he hopes he’s able to stick around a little longer this time. is comfortable with ailton tower and its people.

[terrortinc]

( jeffrey dean morgan. 49. he/him. ) we spotted DAVID TARRENTINO around toledo today, just another gear in the machine of the apocalypse. i heard he is a TRADER for CAMP AILTON. i guess it fits, seeing as he’s known to be + persuasive & + clever, as well as - self-serving & - surreptitious. they often have ring of fire by johnny cash stuck in their head while they work. i wonder if they’re prepared for what’s coming ? 

before.

david tarrentino has always been just a cog in the system. grew up in foster homes and he sure grew up fast. learned the streets and didn’t much care for them. he wanted more, he wanted to throw a wrench in the machine that spit him out. he’s always been calculated, always been careful despite the smug swagger he walks around with. he’s looking out for number one.

it’s easy to band around a kid with a whole lot of confidence and even more connections. the alchemy of managing what one might call a gang ( david calls it a business ) is tricky, but he’s a smooth talker, could cut a deal with a nun.

he started running a small time game, buying and selling (and stealing) guns on a dark market. used the funds to buy his first piece of real estate before his 23rd, flipped it for a major profit and he only went up from there.

around the time the world went to shit david had a whole line of condos to his name and a thriving (albeit underground) weapons business. not to mention a wife and daughter. he really thought if anyone would slither out of the apocalypse it would be him, but not even david could be so lucky.

now.

after his plane crashed, he and his wife left his daughter and their pilot behind. they would find shelter, safety, and bring italia to it. things never work out so easily. he wife died quick, too fast for david to process (to this day) and for the first time he realize he’s not exempt. his daughter presumed dead, david moved on. let the madness roll right off his oily back.

he spent some time bouncing around the rogue factions, riling together a band of merry misfits before leaving them behind (in peace or usually in pieces) when things got too dicey.

about six months back he found ailton, decided he’d be happy to use them for their protection and safety. he plays a character here, just a simple man with no taste for violence. no, see, that’s why he’s a trader. he likes working with the living, not the dead (the one truth in his many lies). and just like before, he runs a game. supplies are often siphoned off, traded for his own nefarious plans and desires. no matter what, david only cares about himself. first and foremost.

traits.

david, though typically charming in a murderous used car salesman kinda way, isn’t a very friendly type. he doesn’t smile, he smirks.

even with his daughter, he was never one to show much love. he cared in other ways, he’s a big picture kind of guy. unless it’s part of a larger goal, he’s not kind nor considerate. 

he is, however, a good person to have on your side, if you get him there. he can be fiercely loyal, his true partners are very serious to him. every man, even the bad ones, need someone to lean on once in awhile. david in particular loves a group atmosphere. he loves chaos, anarchy. very much a wild thing.

connections.

people in other camps who trade stolen goods with him, those who might be part of a possibly burgeoning black market.

someone who rightly suspects him of being up to no good. he hasn’t been caught so far, but to have someone on his tail and finding out about his antics would be super fun.

friends ish. prob not super deep, but ppl who might be able to stand him lmao. frenemies are probably more likely. hooks up, too, he’s a pig but hey. some ppl dig that, right?

seeing where a dynamic goes is also v v fun too :~)

[mickeydelgado]

( noah centineo. 24. he/him. ) we spotted MICAH DELGADO around toledo today, just another gear in the machine of the apocalypse. i heard he is a MEDIC for SEROTONIN. i guess it fits, seeing as he known to be eccentric & passionate, as well as naive & contradicting. they often have circles by post malone stuck in their head while they work. i wonder if they’re prepared for what’s coming ? 

lucky here again with my 2/2 muse micah, the youngest brother of the surviving delgado family, as with connor tap the heart and we can plot!!

tw death (of course)

born & raised in ny with his brothers nate & alex in a pretty well off part of town, he was the youngest and it shows

he has always been naive, he puts far too much trust into people resulting in getting himself into some sticky situations

has always been far too optimistic as well, he tries to look for the good in everything and this also bites him in the ass

his personality was very bright before the outbreak, he was bubbly, soft and warm

despite his goofy attitude he was very smart and made it through undergrad in pre-med

went to school in texas and fell in love, had a whirlwind romance up until graduation when he moved back home to further his medical degree

after struggling with the move home he decided to go pay a visit to his girlfriend and this was smack dab at the start of the infection

when he arrived to his girlfriend’s apartment the place was a mess and he immediately thought someone had broken in but he was soon proven wrong when she came barreling out of her room, blood on her lips, her roommate dead on the living room floor. 

he had to kill her that night, something that stays with him, something that put a damper on his once bubbly appearance

it didn’t take long for nate to find a blubbering mess that micah became, he was sealed up in the same apartment, clutching a bat and was incredibly underweight. 

nate took micah and they soon met up with alex, the three fending off attacks until they found camp serotonin, he immediately was selected for medic after finding out his skill set

he’s settled in fairly well, he’s a bit on edge most days but who isnt?

he still shows signs of optimism and trustworthiness, can still be goofy and bright on his good days but they’re sometimes few and far between

enjoys his job because it keeps his mind busy, he’s able to focus and tune out the world 

very close to both of his brothers, they are his life and he’ll defend them to the end, no matter what wrong they do 

[apocalypsebarbie-blog1]

MY SKIN IS SOFT LIKE VELVET,  BUT MY NAILS ARE RAZOR SHARP.

( ashley benson. 29. she/her. ) we spotted MARY KATE DIETRICH around toledo today, just another gear in the machine of the apocalypse. i heard she is a FARMER for SEROTONIN. i guess it fits, seeing as she is known to be resilient & wise, as well as ditzy & lazy. they often have diamond hard by kerli stuck in their head while they work. i wonder if they’re prepared for what’s coming ? 

mary kate is essentially your stereotypical valley girl with more depth. she has a degree in psychology, and before the world went to shit, she was a “teen guru” aka high school guidance counsellor.

you can call her mary kate, kate or mk, but she hates when people call her mary (’cause, like, does she look like a virgin who gave birth in a smelly old barn?).

her introduction to the apocalypse was the presumably “super rabid” principal of the school she worked at lumbering into her office and trying to bite her. “brian, i know i’m a snack, but what the fuck?”

her adaptability, cleverness, resilience, charisma and ability to cut a bitch, dead or alive, have helped her survive. 

she arrived at camp serotonin six months ago.

she hates farming, and she’s terrible at it. getting up early to do manual labour until sundown isn’t her thing. unfortunately, she lacks the skills for any of the other jobs. she’s the least productive farmer, often getting distracted by other people, frequent sunbathing breaks and the perfect grass to make a bangle bracelet out of. despite that, she does an acceptable amount of work. non-farmers often offer to help her as an excuse to talk to her. she considers herself the unofficial therapist of the camp.

i hate intros, and i’m recovering from a migraine, so this is what you get!! i’m emily, coming at you from the est timezone. can’t wait to meet, plot and interact with all of you! :)

[rachbryant]

( ana de armas. 27. she/her. ) we spotted JENNIFER COHEN around toledo today, just another gear in the machine of the apocalypse. i heard she is a TRADER for AILTON TOWER. i guess it fits, seeing as she’s known to be + enthusiastic & + alluring, as well as - insecure & - compulsive. they often have cinnamon girl by lana del rey stuck in their head while they work. i wonder if they’re prepared for what’s coming ?

hi, i’m lyndsay and this is my trainwreck, jenny! here’s her stats, her pinterest board (nsfw) and a board for the group!

Background

jenny was mostly raised by her mother in small town in new jersey. she had a pretty normal childhood but never felt like she got the attention she needed from her parents. her mom had a revolving door of boyfriends in and out of the house and her dad was preoccupied with his new family. 

eventually she started to look for that attention and validation elsewhere. she realized that she could use her sexuality to get what she was lacking, which was a whole new start for her. she gained confidence, felt validated and her sexuality became something of an identity for her. 

she never had much of a desire to work and is all about having fun and instant gratification, but she suffered through a secretary job to make enough money to support weekend excursions and take vacations

the outbreak

the day of the outbreak began, jenny was in New Orleans on vacation with a friend. she’s still not entirely sure how she survived, or if that friend did. 

she had gone home with the right guy that night who made up in survival skills what she lacked and didn’t mind toting her along. she was a quick learner with a strong desire to survive and having someone around helped with the impending loneliness

with her sexuality being the only tool at her disposable that she’s 100% confident in, she uses it to get what she needs whenever she can. many people are willing to share rations to forget their loneliness for a bit and jenny thrives on the attention and intimacy

as a trader for ailton tower, she tries to incorporate that asset when she can. and as a former secretary, she is quite organized and good at keeping inventory and planning ahead. she has been known to skim a bit off the top for herself though

Personality

she’s friendly, enthusiastic, outgoing, free-spirited, open-minded, FLIRTATIOUS

but she also has insecurity issues and can be really defensive, flighty, compulsive

she often needs more than she can give, doesn’t like to work, hates pulling her own weight, and can be selfish, but she can be very fun to spend time with and can always take your mind off the present

she can sometimes be afraid to get close to people and sabotages relationships for self preservation 

find her a new top or anything pink and she’s sold

Connections

the friend she got separated from, the guy she’s been traveling with since the accident, friends from past groups that she’s left for whatever reasons, current friends, hookups/flings/fwbs, people she knew before the outbreak, exes, people she trades with, more to come!