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┈ ✁✃✁✃┈Madeline Booker┈✃✁✃✁ ┈
❝ Humanity knows no bounds. A scorn in mother nature's eye.❞
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《 ғυll naмe 》Madeline Booker
《 age 》28
《 gender 》Female
《 daтe oғ вιrтн 》April 15th
《 ѕpecιeѕ 》Human
《 naтιonalιтy 》American
《 вlood тype 》AB plus
《 ѕeхυal orιenтaтιon 》Straight
《 cнaracтer alιgnмenт 》Neutral
《 eмployмenт 》Former Aviatrix
《 ѕтaтυѕ 》Unturned
❝ Mother used to always say that God gave his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers. Makes me wish that I'd never joined the military. ❞
ıllıllı appearance ıllıllı
《 нeιgнт 》5'6
《 weιgнт 》175lb
《 eye color 》winter gray
《 ѕĸιn 》Beige
《 нaιrѕтyle》Dirty Blonde hair, kept in a slightly uneven bob
《 ѕcarѕ 》A few Slashes on her right arm
《 acceѕѕorιeѕ 》Her grandfather's hat that was passed on to her for safe keeping from her dad.
《 dreѕѕιng ѕтyle 》Whatever was left of her military uniform
❝ The night no longer brings the serene calm it once did. It's now the most dangerous time of day ❞
ıllıllı perѕonalιтy ıllıllı
《 good тraιтѕ 》
//Stoic
//Hard working
《 вad тraιтѕ 》
//sarcastic
//indifferent
《 lιĸeѕ 》
//Jazz
//planes
//Dawn
《 dιѕlιĸeѕ 》
//Insects
//sweets
//Liars
《 ғearѕ 》The night, Being a few years into the apocalypse you learn that the undead are surprisingly pretty quiet creatures at night, their steps light as air and usual groans and clicks no more than a bit of a mumble, as if they are sleeping. Yet they still move like in a trance, they bite anything they bump into till flesh touches their teeth.
《 нoввιeѕ 》Fixing up an old plane she had found during one of her raids, aimlessly hoping that one day she can get it working and fly to a small island far from her troubles.
❝ ❞
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The daughter of a decorated soldier from The Great War, Madeline wished nothing more than to follow in her late father's footstep's. Her passion for aircraft's grew even greater as she got older, and with a bit of luck she was able to join the military as a aviation maintenance technician and eventually worked her way up to a aviator like her dad. Though despite all her hard work, boys would be boys, as one of the few women in her occupation the men she worked with would often referee to her as the "decoration for the soldier's". That eventually didn't matter much when America decided to join the European war, to be the end all be all once again. We weren't in it for more than a year when nukes were dropped, than the dead rose as if alive once more. Now everyday is a struggle as the war was abandoned for a greater priority. Survival.
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《 ғυll naмe 》Madeline Booker
《 age 》28
《 gender 》Female
《 daтe oғ вιrтн 》April 15th
《 ѕpecιeѕ 》Human
《 naтιonalιтy 》American
《 вlood тype 》AB plus
《 ѕeхυal orιenтaтιon 》Straight
《 cнaracтer alιgnмenт 》Neutral
《 eмployмenт 》Former Aviatrix
《 ѕтaтυѕ 》Unturned
❝ Mother used to always say that God gave his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers. Makes me wish that I'd never joined the military. ❞
ıllıllı appearance ıllıllı
《 нeιgнт 》5'6
《 weιgнт 》175lb
《 eye color 》winter gray
《 ѕĸιn 》Beige
《 нaιrѕтyle》Dirty Blonde hair, kept in a slightly uneven bob
《 ѕcarѕ 》A few Slashes on her right arm
《 acceѕѕorιeѕ 》Her grandfather's hat that was passed on to her for safe keeping from her dad.
《 dreѕѕιng ѕтyle 》Whatever was left of her military uniform
❝ The night no longer brings the serene calm it once did. It's now the most dangerous time of day ❞
ıllıllı perѕonalιтy ıllıllı
《 good тraιтѕ 》
//Stoic
//Hard working
《 вad тraιтѕ 》
//sarcastic
//indifferent
《 lιĸeѕ 》
//Jazz
//planes
//Dawn
《 dιѕlιĸeѕ 》
//Insects
//sweets
//Liars
《 ғearѕ 》The night, Being a few years into the apocalypse you learn that the undead are surprisingly pretty quiet creatures at night, their steps light as air and usual groans and clicks no more than a bit of a mumble, as if they are sleeping. Yet they still move like in a trance, they bite anything they bump into till flesh touches their teeth.
《 нoввιeѕ 》Fixing up an old plane she had found during one of her raids, aimlessly hoping that one day she can get it working and fly to a small island far from her troubles.
❝ ❞
ıllıllı нιѕтory ıllıllı
The daughter of a decorated soldier from The Great War, Madeline wished nothing more than to follow in her late father's footstep's. Her passion for aircraft's grew even greater as she got older, and with a bit of luck she was able to join the military as a aviation maintenance technician and eventually worked her way up to a aviator like her dad. Though despite all her hard work, boys would be boys, as one of the few women in her occupation the men she worked with would often referee to her as the "decoration for the soldier's". That eventually didn't matter much when America decided to join the European war, to be the end all be all once again. We weren't in it for more than a year when nukes were dropped, than the dead rose as if alive once more. Now everyday is a struggle as the war was abandoned for a greater priority. Survival.
┈ ✁✃✁✃┈Annabelle Crest Smith┈✃✁✃✁ ┈
❝ If the stars could point me home, I wouldn't be so lost. ❞
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《 ғυll naмe 》Annabelle Crest Smith
《 age 》19
《 gender 》Female
《 daтe oғ вιrтн 》October 10th
《 ѕpecιeѕ 》Human
《 naтιonalιтy 》American
《 вlood тype 》B plus
《 ѕeхυal orιenтaтιon 》Straight
《 cнaracтer alιgnмenт 》Neutral Good
《 eмployмenт 》Full time Zombie slayer
《 ѕтaтυѕ 》Unturned
❝ My compass may no longer point North, but it's direction is never wrong. ❞
ıllıllı appearance ıllıllı
《 нeιgнт 》5ft
《 weιgнт 》140lb
《 eye color 》Hazel with speaks of green
《 ѕĸιn 》Beige
《 нaιrѕтyle》Raven hair usually kept in a messy Bun (ponytail on a good day)
《 ѕcarѕ 》A few Slashes on her right arm
《 acceѕѕorιeѕ 》The golden compass from her grandfather
《 dreѕѕιng ѕтyle 》Survival casual
❝ I always wear two shirts, but when I don't. It's cause summer has arrived ❞
ıllıllı perѕonalιтy ıllıllı
《 good тraιтѕ 》
//Loyal
//Hard working
//Head strong
《 вad тraιтѕ 》
//Over thinker
//Pessimistic
//Inflexible
《 lιĸeѕ 》
//Summer
//Meat
//Dawn
《 dιѕlιĸeѕ 》
//Insects
//Her father
//Liars
《 ғearѕ 》Tight spaces, being surrounded
《 нoввιeѕ 》Looking at the stars, sewing
❝We just need to have hope that things will go back to normal soon❞
ıllıllı нιѕтory ıllıllı
Annabelle's been living by herself in the city since she was 16, her, believed to be, whack job of a father saying she was too much of a burden. She was of course more than happen to move to the other side of the country to get away from his crazy ramblings about dooms day and the end of times, but when it finally happened 2 years later, she wished she hadn't been so hasty to leave home just yet.
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《 ғυll naмe 》Annabelle Crest Smith
《 age 》19
《 gender 》Female
《 daтe oғ вιrтн 》October 10th
《 ѕpecιeѕ 》Human
《 naтιonalιтy 》American
《 вlood тype 》B plus
《 ѕeхυal orιenтaтιon 》Straight
《 cнaracтer alιgnмenт 》Neutral Good
《 eмployмenт 》Full time Zombie slayer
《 ѕтaтυѕ 》Unturned
❝ My compass may no longer point North, but it's direction is never wrong. ❞
ıllıllı appearance ıllıllı
《 нeιgнт 》5ft
《 weιgнт 》140lb
《 eye color 》Hazel with speaks of green
《 ѕĸιn 》Beige
《 нaιrѕтyle》Raven hair usually kept in a messy Bun (ponytail on a good day)
《 ѕcarѕ 》A few Slashes on her right arm
《 acceѕѕorιeѕ 》The golden compass from her grandfather
《 dreѕѕιng ѕтyle 》Survival casual
❝ I always wear two shirts, but when I don't. It's cause summer has arrived ❞
ıllıllı perѕonalιтy ıllıllı
《 good тraιтѕ 》
//Loyal
//Hard working
//Head strong
《 вad тraιтѕ 》
//Over thinker
//Pessimistic
//Inflexible
《 lιĸeѕ 》
//Summer
//Meat
//Dawn
《 dιѕlιĸeѕ 》
//Insects
//Her father
//Liars
《 ғearѕ 》Tight spaces, being surrounded
《 нoввιeѕ 》Looking at the stars, sewing
❝We just need to have hope that things will go back to normal soon❞
ıllıllı нιѕтory ıllıllı
Annabelle's been living by herself in the city since she was 16, her, believed to be, whack job of a father saying she was too much of a burden. She was of course more than happen to move to the other side of the country to get away from his crazy ramblings about dooms day and the end of times, but when it finally happened 2 years later, she wished she hadn't been so hasty to leave home just yet.
┈ ✁✃✁✃┈Amethyst Regalia ┈✃✁✃✁ ┈
❝ Life is but a book and everyday is a page turner. ❞
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《 ғυll naмe 》Amethyst Regalia
《 age 》22
《 gender 》Female
《 daтe oғ вιrтн 》October 15th
《 ѕpecιeѕ 》Human
《 naтιonalιтy 》American
《 вlood тype 》O+
《 ѕeхυal orιenтaтιon 》Bi curious
《 cнaracтer alιgnмenт 》Lawful Neutral
❝ Reality is what you make of it and fantasy is just how you dream it'll be. ❞
ıllıllı appearance ıllıllı
《 нeιgнт 》5'11
《 weιgнт 》200lb
《 eye color 》Pure Hazel
《 ѕĸιn 》Golden Toffee, some beauty marks by her ear.
《 нaιrѕтyle》Long Auburn Curly hair held back with hair clips and the occasional headband
《 pιercιngѕ 》A snowflake shaped belly piercing
《 вιrтнмarĸѕ 》Obscure skull shape on her inner arm.
《 acceѕѕorιeѕ 》Her Grandmother's wedding ring on a necklace.
《 dreѕѕιng ѕтyle 》Artsy cottage core
❝ Pineapple pizza will always be the best. ❞
ıllıllı perѕonalιтy ıllıllı
《 good тraιтѕ 》
// Creative
// Headstrong
// Honest
《 вad тraιтѕ 》
// Stubborn
// "Out of touch with reality"
// Sensitive
《 lιĸeѕ 》
// Books
// Cooking
// Nature
《 dιѕlιĸeѕ 》
// Large crowds
// Rude/Entitled people
// Meat
《 ғearѕ 》Commitment, after being abandoning as a child, the fear of it happening again drove her to fear forming new attachments with others, thus keeping people at arms length.
《 нoввιeѕ 》
When she's not reading, or re-watching her favorite movie for the tenth time, then she's out in nature, camping, hiking, or just forging.
❝ Sometimes the reality you wish for is a lot closer than you think. ❞
ıllıllı нιѕтory ıllıllı
Left in her Grandmother's care by her mother at the tender age of 7, Amethyst knows nothing but the quiet life of a small town. But after her Grandmother's untimely passing she was forced to move to the town over, a rather big place compared to what she's used to. Unlike her Mother, Amethyst follows more after her grandmother's roots of witchcraft, having remember everything her grandmother taught her, and even bringing over the things she used to use.
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《 ғυll naмe 》Amethyst Regalia
《 age 》22
《 gender 》Female
《 daтe oғ вιrтн 》October 15th
《 ѕpecιeѕ 》Human
《 naтιonalιтy 》American
《 вlood тype 》O+
《 ѕeхυal orιenтaтιon 》Bi curious
《 cнaracтer alιgnмenт 》Lawful Neutral
❝ Reality is what you make of it and fantasy is just how you dream it'll be. ❞
ıllıllı appearance ıllıllı
《 нeιgнт 》5'11
《 weιgнт 》200lb
《 eye color 》Pure Hazel
《 ѕĸιn 》Golden Toffee, some beauty marks by her ear.
《 нaιrѕтyle》Long Auburn Curly hair held back with hair clips and the occasional headband
《 pιercιngѕ 》A snowflake shaped belly piercing
《 вιrтнмarĸѕ 》Obscure skull shape on her inner arm.
《 acceѕѕorιeѕ 》Her Grandmother's wedding ring on a necklace.
《 dreѕѕιng ѕтyle 》Artsy cottage core
❝ Pineapple pizza will always be the best. ❞
ıllıllı perѕonalιтy ıllıllı
《 good тraιтѕ 》
// Creative
// Headstrong
// Honest
《 вad тraιтѕ 》
// Stubborn
// "Out of touch with reality"
// Sensitive
《 lιĸeѕ 》
// Books
// Cooking
// Nature
《 dιѕlιĸeѕ 》
// Large crowds
// Rude/Entitled people
// Meat
《 ғearѕ 》Commitment, after being abandoning as a child, the fear of it happening again drove her to fear forming new attachments with others, thus keeping people at arms length.
《 нoввιeѕ 》
When she's not reading, or re-watching her favorite movie for the tenth time, then she's out in nature, camping, hiking, or just forging.
❝ Sometimes the reality you wish for is a lot closer than you think. ❞
ıllıllı нιѕтory ıllıllı
Left in her Grandmother's care by her mother at the tender age of 7, Amethyst knows nothing but the quiet life of a small town. But after her Grandmother's untimely passing she was forced to move to the town over, a rather big place compared to what she's used to. Unlike her Mother, Amethyst follows more after her grandmother's roots of witchcraft, having remember everything her grandmother taught her, and even bringing over the things she used to use.
┈ ✁✃✁✃┈Roland Donte Finch┈✃✁✃✁ ┈
❝ God is just an illusion the poor man makes to dream of a better life. ❞
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《 ғυll naмe 》Roland Donte Flinch
《 age 》23
《 gender 》Male
《 daтe oғ вιrтн 》December 1st
《 ѕpecιeѕ 》Human
《 вlood тype 》A-
《 ѕeхυal orιenтaтιon 》Straight
《 cнaracтer alιgnмenт 》Chaotic Evil
《 eмployмenт 》Ex Priest; Healer
《 ѕтaтυѕ 》 Unturned
❝ How pathetic, you still believe in a god while living through this hell? ❞
ıllıllı appearance ıllıllı
《 нeιgнт 》5'9
《 weιgнт 》180 lb
《 eye color 》Baby blue eyes
《 ѕĸιn 》Neutral Band
《 нaιrѕтyle》Fluffy side part, and a small tuff of hair braided to the side to show heavenly dedication.
《 pιercιngѕ 》A small sliver cross engraved into the back of his neck.
《 вιrтнмarĸѕ 》A star on the bottom of his foot
《 dreѕѕιng ѕтyle 》Light and flashy but durable
❝ You think your better than me, but you are nothing, you're only alive because I allow it. ❞
ıllıllı perѕonalιтy ıllıllı
《 good тraιтѕ 》
//Loyal
//Determined
//Over achiever
《 вad тraιтѕ 》
//Cunning
//Snarky
//A bit narcissistic
《 lιĸeѕ 》
//Shiny things
//Free spirited thinkers
//Birds
《 dιѕlιĸeѕ 》
//Dirt
//Vegetables
//Rules
《 ғearѕ 》His biggest fear is becoming a mindless drone, doing barely enough to survive and following idiotic rules and ideologies, to combat that at times he'd do spur of the moment things and holds no regrets.
《 нoввιeѕ 》Drinking, partying, going on adventures.
❝ If the only thing you do with your life is repress yourself to follow someone who is too much of a coward to even show himself, then what are you living for? Make me your god, let me show you the free world. ❞
ıllıllı нιѕтory ıllıllı
The son of very strict and religious noble's, Roland was brought to the temple at a young age when he started to show signs of individuality, or 'rebellion' as his parents called it. The temple did all they could to reform him into a good child, but every attempt just made him a better liar and more cunning. He had faked his way up through the ranks till he sat at the right hand of the high priest, secretly gunning to take over his position and turning the temple on it's head, but before he could make his dream a reality, a deadly disease spread, and of course the temple were the first responders to such a bad out break. Fortunately Roland was having none of that and used his position to get him and some friends out of the duty.
Years later the once ill/dead patients now roam around, eyes filled with madness and teeth filled with human flesh. Roland was now by himself and barely surviving, the lifestyle was driving him insane.
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《 ғυll naмe 》Roland Donte Flinch
《 age 》23
《 gender 》Male
《 daтe oғ вιrтн 》December 1st
《 ѕpecιeѕ 》Human
《 вlood тype 》A-
《 ѕeхυal orιenтaтιon 》Straight
《 cнaracтer alιgnмenт 》Chaotic Evil
《 eмployмenт 》Ex Priest; Healer
《 ѕтaтυѕ 》 Unturned
❝ How pathetic, you still believe in a god while living through this hell? ❞
ıllıllı appearance ıllıllı
《 нeιgнт 》5'9
《 weιgнт 》180 lb
《 eye color 》Baby blue eyes
《 ѕĸιn 》Neutral Band
《 нaιrѕтyle》Fluffy side part, and a small tuff of hair braided to the side to show heavenly dedication.
《 pιercιngѕ 》A small sliver cross engraved into the back of his neck.
《 вιrтнмarĸѕ 》A star on the bottom of his foot
《 dreѕѕιng ѕтyle 》Light and flashy but durable
❝ You think your better than me, but you are nothing, you're only alive because I allow it. ❞
ıllıllı perѕonalιтy ıllıllı
《 good тraιтѕ 》
//Loyal
//Determined
//Over achiever
《 вad тraιтѕ 》
//Cunning
//Snarky
//A bit narcissistic
《 lιĸeѕ 》
//Shiny things
//Free spirited thinkers
//Birds
《 dιѕlιĸeѕ 》
//Dirt
//Vegetables
//Rules
《 ғearѕ 》His biggest fear is becoming a mindless drone, doing barely enough to survive and following idiotic rules and ideologies, to combat that at times he'd do spur of the moment things and holds no regrets.
《 нoввιeѕ 》Drinking, partying, going on adventures.
❝ If the only thing you do with your life is repress yourself to follow someone who is too much of a coward to even show himself, then what are you living for? Make me your god, let me show you the free world. ❞
ıllıllı нιѕтory ıllıllı
The son of very strict and religious noble's, Roland was brought to the temple at a young age when he started to show signs of individuality, or 'rebellion' as his parents called it. The temple did all they could to reform him into a good child, but every attempt just made him a better liar and more cunning. He had faked his way up through the ranks till he sat at the right hand of the high priest, secretly gunning to take over his position and turning the temple on it's head, but before he could make his dream a reality, a deadly disease spread, and of course the temple were the first responders to such a bad out break. Fortunately Roland was having none of that and used his position to get him and some friends out of the duty.
Years later the once ill/dead patients now roam around, eyes filled with madness and teeth filled with human flesh. Roland was now by himself and barely surviving, the lifestyle was driving him insane.
┈ ✁✃✁✃┈Owen Jr. Bailey┈✃✁✃✁ ┈
❝ If god was the answer to everything, people wouldn't have so many questions. ❞
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《 ғυll naмe 》Owen Jr. Bailey
《 age 》23
《 gender 》Male
《 daтe oғ вιrтн 》May 8th
《 ѕpecιeѕ 》Human
《 naтιonalιтy 》Puerto Rican
《 вlood тype 》O-
《 ѕeхυal orιenтaтιon 》Curious
《 cнaracтer alιgnмenт 》Neutral
❝ At least magic exists within the flow of time ❞
ıllıllı appearance ıllıllı
《 нeιgнт 》5'8
《 weιgнт 》165lb
《 eye color 》Olive
《 ѕĸιn 》Honey, some freckles on the bridge of his nose
《 нaιrѕтyle》Brown hair kept in a undercut, messy top (used to have long hair )
《 pιercιngѕ 》A few in his ear (Helix and lobe)
《 вιrтнмarĸѕ 》A snowflake on his shoulder
《 acceѕѕorιeѕ 》Glasses and a good luck charm, a small silver sun.
《 dreѕѕιng ѕтyle 》oversize comfy
❝ Speak softly and always carry a cursed item ❞
ıllıllı perѕonalιтy ıllıllı
《 good тraιтѕ 》
//Curious
//Determined
//Honest
《 вad тraιтѕ 》
//Overachiever
//Indiscreet
//Antsy
《 lιĸeѕ 》
//Magic
//Books
//Forest
《 dιѕlιĸeѕ 》
//being cornered
//Excessive violence
//Meat
《 ғearѕ 》Being hated
《 нoввιeѕ 》Reading, exploring
❝ I'm sure not all magic is bad ❞
ıllıllı нιѕтory ıllıllı
Curiosity had dragged Owen around since he was little, and its latest fascination was magic. Captivated by the whims and way of magic Owen of course wanted to read and learn about it, but his parents being strict Sun Deious worshipers considered anything besides Deious teachings to be blasphemous. Afraid of being hated by his family, he kept his fascination with magic a secret, yet was still determined to learn how to use it.
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《 ғυll naмe 》Owen Jr. Bailey
《 age 》23
《 gender 》Male
《 daтe oғ вιrтн 》May 8th
《 ѕpecιeѕ 》Human
《 naтιonalιтy 》Puerto Rican
《 вlood тype 》O-
《 ѕeхυal orιenтaтιon 》Curious
《 cнaracтer alιgnмenт 》Neutral
❝ At least magic exists within the flow of time ❞
ıllıllı appearance ıllıllı
《 нeιgнт 》5'8
《 weιgнт 》165lb
《 eye color 》Olive
《 ѕĸιn 》Honey, some freckles on the bridge of his nose
《 нaιrѕтyle》Brown hair kept in a undercut, messy top (used to have long hair )
《 pιercιngѕ 》A few in his ear (Helix and lobe)
《 вιrтнмarĸѕ 》A snowflake on his shoulder
《 acceѕѕorιeѕ 》Glasses and a good luck charm, a small silver sun.
《 dreѕѕιng ѕтyle 》oversize comfy
❝ Speak softly and always carry a cursed item ❞
ıllıllı perѕonalιтy ıllıllı
《 good тraιтѕ 》
//Curious
//Determined
//Honest
《 вad тraιтѕ 》
//Overachiever
//Indiscreet
//Antsy
《 lιĸeѕ 》
//Magic
//Books
//Forest
《 dιѕlιĸeѕ 》
//being cornered
//Excessive violence
//Meat
《 ғearѕ 》Being hated
《 нoввιeѕ 》Reading, exploring
❝ I'm sure not all magic is bad ❞
ıllıllı нιѕтory ıllıllı
Curiosity had dragged Owen around since he was little, and its latest fascination was magic. Captivated by the whims and way of magic Owen of course wanted to read and learn about it, but his parents being strict Sun Deious worshipers considered anything besides Deious teachings to be blasphemous. Afraid of being hated by his family, he kept his fascination with magic a secret, yet was still determined to learn how to use it.