her legs couldn’t sit still — all marcela wanted was to be beyond the walls once more despite all the dangers that lie within, the dangers that can easily seep through and undoubtedly will one day. all the more reason not to be around for when it does. so why wasn’t leaving easy? it’s not like she hasn’t done it before and sticking around for what? two years? definitely too long to stay still — just like it was for two minutes. marcela grabbed her leather jacket from the ground, shrugging it on. just as she was doing so, one of the few cats around this dump came up to her, brushing against her leg. “ what? you gonna miss me? ”
𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 the compound , taking advantage of a rare day off . it’s not often anyone in the community can take a break -- zombies wait for no one , after all -- & he has never been one to let an opportunity to slack off pass him by . he’s wondering just what he should do with his time ( such a lack of entertainment here ! someone should really do something about that . ) when a v o i c e catches his attention . gonna miss me , it asks , & he’s saying , ❛ oh , i always do , ❜ before he even registers who spoke . incorrigible as always . his eyes find the speaker at last , and he has to bite back a wince . mercy , she’s just a kid . he needs to watch his mouth better . ❛ where you headed , marcela ? ❜
fear threatens them most throughout their waking moments , &. even now it keeps them awake into the early morning hours. sickening cracks mark stones , condemning souls , lost amongst commanding words. this new land has been carved out , marred by the trampling of the sick soles upon the ground. their hands cup around the burning cigarette , it had been tucked in their desk drawer for months waiting for a time when the fear would get too much &. eat at the marrows of their bones. ❝ oh sugar ! ❞ they exclaim when they see someone out of the corner of their eye , throwing the cig into the grown below their foot quickly stomping on it to cover it up. they are convinced that the gods , whatever higher powers they may be have condemned everything. yet they find themselves in a home that is not so different , compared to the bleached bones , caked with eath under the warm sun. ❝ uh , listen i can explain. ❞ the trees bear humans no mind , the waves think not of the simple dilemmas ; yet the earth has risen up before in a rage. the cosmos holds no sympathy as they stand before , after , within the fray.
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𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 that draws her near , a moth to the not - so - proverbial flame . fuck , how long has it been since she’s had a proper smoke ? not since even before the apocalypse , it must have been , back when adrian had been born . her foster mother had always nagged her to quit ( a nasty habit , she’d said , but elodie had been so angry at the world . she wishes , now , that she’d been a little kinder . she doesn’t even know if alice still lives ) but it hadn’t been until she had an example to set that she actually stopped . she never thought she would pick up a cigarette again , but there’s nothing like the A P O C A L Y P S E to make you desperate for stress relief . ❛ you know , it’s rude not to share , ❜ fuck her , she’s such a mom . ❛ i won’t tell if you have another one . ❜ it’s not as though she cares much for the rules of this place , anyway .
jesse glanced down from his perch at the sound of an approach, where he was working on restoring a patch of roof. it was a precarious operation; he’d nearly dropped a shitload of tiles off the side of it when he’d started. there was undeniably a better way to handle things. a safer way. but jesse was in a hurry; it felt like rain was coming. “ you can stand there. it’s a free country. but if i drop these on your head, you gotta accept at least twenty - five percent of the responsibility. you good with that? ”
𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐘 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 from risks -- on the contrary , he’s used to running straight towards them -- but this seems a bit too much like tempting fate . if he’s going to die violently & suddenly , it’ll be by zombies . not by a falling rock . god , his sister would never let him live it down . he moves out of the way . ❛ alright , alright , ❜ he says , as if stepping back a few feet is a huge hardship , ❛ i’m going . i just wanted to warn you that it’s about to rain . ❜ he certainly wouldn’t want to be the one on the roof when it starts pouring . ❛ . . . is it really still a free country , y’think ? i mean , i doubt the zombies care much about the constitution . ❜ and they’ve been the ones in charge , recently .
𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 called home , elodie had always walked in with a spring in her step , a smile on a face that was otherwise sullen . in the house she’d once called home , there had been the promise of jesse’s arms holding her close , of little adrian’s hand against her cheek . it had been warm , and safe , and full of love . but that house -- that life -- is gone now , slipping through her fingertips like so much sand , and the only proof of it is in her memories , in her distant dreams . the apartment she walks into now might still have jesse and adrian , might still hold the photographs she’d saved and the old blanket her birth parents had left her , but it has yet to become home . she cannot press a kiss to her ex - husband’s cheek , cannot wake her son for fear of disturbing his oh so rare sleep . ( what kind of life do they lead , that her five year old is disturbed by night terrors ? she hates it . ) there is no true safety here , no real warmth . she comes h o m e after two weeks spent away , and thinks she might as well have stayed away . ❛ jess ? ❜ she calls out , the nickname falling from her lips instinctively , ❛ i’m back . ❜ a little worse for wear , as she always is after scouting missions , but it’s nothing a nurse and a hot shower won’t fix . ❛ how’s adrian ? is he feeling any better ? ❜ she’d hated leaving him behind , especially with the flu , but what choice did she have ? what choice does she ever have ?
𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐏 𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐍 a pout that is ill - fitting on someone his age , but elias has never been one for p r i d e . ( in the back of his mind , he can almost hear his sister’s cackle . you were never one for dignity , either . even when she’s not here , he can’t get away from her teasing . ) of course , he’s never been one for humility , either , so where does that leave him ? somewhere trapped in the middle , it seems . he likes to think of himself as balanced . no one else seems to agree . in any case , he is shameless in his sulking today , poking at his carrots rather like a mulish child . two and a half months he’d slaved over this harvest , and what does he get for his troubles ? the blandest meal he’s ever had . it’s not the cooks’ faults , he knows , any more than it is his own . spices are a rare commodity these days , and they cannot be wasted simply because elias dislikes his vegetables . even so--- he’s constantly craving the taste of salt . ❛ you know what i miss ? ❜ he questions , but does not wait for an answer before he barrels on , ❛ those instant mac - n - cheese boxes . the kraft ones . we used to have them three times a week at my house , because i couldn’t cook for shit but had two kids to feed , and i used to hate them so fucking much . never thought i’d actually long for the taste . ❜ but that’s just what the apocalypse does to someone .
𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐋 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 face , arms crossed over her chest . elodie is a coiled wire--- every plane of her body tense & on the verge of a snap . hardly a rare state for her to be in , in truth , but she does seem worse than usual today . frown a little more severe , hands curled a tad bit tighter into fists . a passing nurse takes one look at her & ducks out of the way , but she’s past the point of caring . ❛ well , that was fucking useless , ❜ she says , the words nearly a growl , ❛ what’s the goddamn point of risking my life on these missions if we never find anything ? ❜ woodbridge is better stocked than anyone could have ever hoped , but even so , certain supplies run low . namely--- medicine . and when she has a seven year old bedridden with the flu , that’s the one thing she desperately needs . two weeks she’s spent away from her son , looking for any sign of anything that could help . an old hospital , a forgotten nurse’s bag . ( it’s not technically in her job description to bring back supplies , but she’s never let a pesky thing like rules stop her before . she’ll take the flak from the council if they kick up a fuss . her son comes first . ) NADA . elodie runs a hand through flyaway hairs , sighing . ❛ have you seen adrian ? ❜
( santiago cabrera . cis male . he / him . ) / 𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐒 has been with the group for 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 and is currently doing their part in the community as a 𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐑 . while here , the 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐗 year old has created the reputation of being 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐓 & 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 , but can also be known as 𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓 & 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 . in a sticky situation , they will resort to 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄 and their current weapon is a 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 .
𝕚 . ╱ stats .
full name: elias anthony torres.
nicknames: eli.
age: forty six years old.
date of birth: may 3rd, 1973.
zodiac: taurus.
place of birth: el paso, texas.
sexual & romantic orientation: bisexual.
gender: male.
hair color: brown.
eye color: brown.
height: 6′0.
𝕚𝕚 . ╱ biography .
ELIAS’S LIFE HAS ALWAYS BEEN PLANNED OUT . it begins on a ranch in texas , the smallest of those run by the torres family . his mother beams down at him , exhausted but exhilarated , and his father cheerfully puffs on a cigar . a second son , the midwife announces , another heir for a legacy that has spanned decades . elias , already drifting off to sleep , has no idea just how much expectation he’s been born to .
the torres line is an esteemed one , often called southern royalty . elias’s great , great grandfather had founded torres farms upon immigrating to america in the eighteen hundreds , and the family’s influence only spread over time . by 2015 , there were fourteen ranches under the torres name , spread all across the american south .
elias is the second of three children ! he has one older brother and one younger sister , both of whom he treasures dearly . he trailed after his brother in youth , wanting to be a part of the older boy’s games , and was always the one who put on a tiara to play with his sister .
ELIAS DOESN’T WANT TO UPHOLD THE FAMILY NAME . try as his parents might , their son has no interest in the comings and goings of their company , no care for being a proper heir . he prefers running wild in the grasses of their smallest ranch , harassing their cowboys to teach him how to lasso . from his very first moments , elias is like the wind . wild and unrestrained , never bending or breaking under pressure .
elias , while rebellious and heretical and insouciant , does feel some shame for disappointing his family . it hurts , seeing the frown on his mother’s face and the stress lines under his father’s eyes , but what can he do ? he just wants to be himself .
he does have some -- albeit few -- good qualities ! elias is charming and soft - hearted , cheerful and bright and exuberant . he’s the life of the party , the class clown , the friend who will always give you a hug if you need one .
ELIAS IS A BIT OF A WRECK . it starts with one too many drinks , skipping out on sunday service , leaving a scratch on his grandfather’s favorite car . it ends with two children out of wedlock , a world of responsibility suddenly at his feet . he doesn’t know what to do with children , but he does know this--- he has never loved anyone quite so much . he steps up to the plate .
early life in the torres household was filled with mac & cheese dinners , often forgotten bedtimes , dirty clothes askew . elias was woefully unprepared to be a father , and it showed . even so , he tried his absolute best and eventually , he got the hang of things .
ELIAS TRIES HIS BEST TO CLEAN UP HIS ACT . he would never acquiesce to being the heir to his family’s ranches , but he does accept a job offer from his father . to his surprise , he truly enjoys working on one of the smaller ranches as a cowboy , and keeps at it till the apocalypse forces him to flee .
ELIAS IS SURPRISINGLY USEFUL TO THE COMMUNITY . years of ranch work lead well to working as a farmer , and he handles it with ease . he has some reservations about following leaders he doesn’t know , but he bites his tongue and carries on . if nothing else , he believes they want to keep their people safe , and won’t risk putting his children in danger by rebelling .
( stella maeve . trans female . she / her . ) / 𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐃𝐔𝐕𝐀𝐋 has been with the group for 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐒 and is currently doing their part in the community as a 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐓 . while here , the 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐎 year old has created the reputation of being 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 & 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 , but can also be known as 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓 & 𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 . in a sticky situation , they will resort to 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄 and their current weapon is a 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐄 .
hello, my dears ! i’m admin maisie ( 21, est, she/her ), and i’d just like to start off by sincerely thaking y’all for joining our little group. we’re absolutely delighted to have you here, and i for one can’t wait to start roleplaying with all of you. i have two muses to introduce, though i’ll probably end up bringing more, and first off— elodie, the absolute dick.
𝕚 . ╱ stats .
full name: elodie marie duval.
nicknames: el, ellie.
age: thirty two years old.
date of birth: april 3rd, 1987.
zodiac: aries.
place of birth: boston, massachusetts.
sexual & romantic orientation: bisexual.
gender: female.
hair color: brown.
eye color: brown.
height: 5′1.
𝕚𝕚 . ╱ biography .
ELODIE’S LIFE HAS ALWAYS BEEN UNCERTAIN . this is how it starts--- a run - down hospital , a tattered , heirloom blanket tucked close , tears splashing against her cheek . if they could keep her , they would . but what do two teenagers have to offer a child , really ? instead , to the care of the state she goes . el’s childhood is spent in foster home after foster home , no real family to her name .
it’s not a miserable existence , not really . her foster parents are all kind enough , her foster siblings sweet . but she finds , over and over again , that it’s a lonely sort of life .
she does , at fifteen , find her ‘ forever home ’ . jameson and alice duval are woefully unprepared for the quiet , angry child they bring home , but they try their best . even as an adult , el has a place to go . it’s an odd feeling , a brand new one . she doesn’t know how she feels about it .
ELODIE HAS TROUBLE WITH PEOPLE . a serious , sullen child , strangers often will often coo at her in the street , prod her for a smile . as she grows , her moods become rather less endearing . elodie is ice--- cold and distant and unrelenting , likely to bite if you come too close . always tense , always on the verge of snapping , it’s no surprise that she drives others away .
she does , however unlikely it may seem , have a handful of good qualities . elodie is resourceful , passionate , strong . she takes everything in stride , cares fiercely , and has a surprisingly bleeding heart .
while she makes few friends in the world , the ones she does have she loves dearly . elodie is loyal to a fault once someone has earned it , and it takes a great deal to drive her away .
ELODIE WORKS FOR WHAT SHE WANTS . if she wants to make something of herself , what choice does she have ? her foster parents might’ve helped had she asked , but her pride -- and her fear of a refusal -- get in her way . she makes her own way in the world . a scholarship takes her to college , years of part - time jobs help her scrape through law school . she ought to feel proud of herself . mostly , she just feels tired .
elodie practiced family law , mostly working with cases involving adoptions and foster care .
ELODIE HAS ONLY BEEN IN LOVE ONCE . she meets her future spouse in her second year of college , one late night . they offer her a sweet smile from across the room , and maybe it’s ridiculous , but elodie swears the room lights up . when she falls , she falls hard . the two marry just a few years later .
they have a young son together , who is to be named ! just five years old , he can’t remember a life before the apocalypse .
they divorce when their son is just two , and it’s all elodie’s own fault . she struggles with showing affection , she works ridiculous hours , and she’s always been a little convinced that they were doomed from the start . turns out she was right . she doesn’t want to be .
ELODIE HANDLES THE APOCALYPSE SURPRISINGLY WELL . she’s never had trouble , after all , looking after herself and hers . it’s everyone else that gives her pause . so , she takes her son and flees . her ex comes with him . for the past few years , the three of them have kept to themselves . somehow , they managed to stay alive . only in the past few months have they joined the community , and it’s only for the sake of her son that elodie agreed .
as part of the group , elodie works as a scout . she , along with a few others , will leave the community to gather information on the hordes , other survivors , and the military . she doesn’t hate her work . she’s always been good at digging , after all .
