CAMERON MILLER : is the twenty-seven year old survivor that joined the crescent apartments safezone six months ago. when the infected swarmed the streets the first night, cammy managed to survive on their own because of how quick-witted + resourceful they were. however, when they joined up with the group, it became clear just how blunt + mistrustful they are too. now, they've established themselves as a scavenger within the group, thriving at the job because of their being good at finding things and her bow and arrow.
full name: cameron marie miller
nickname(s): cam, cammy
pet name(s): cameleon (brother only)
gender: female
age: 27
sexual orientation: homosexual, homoromantic
birthplace: san francisco, california
occupation: scavenger
- cameron was on a trip in san diego with her family when the outbreak happened, but the infection took her mother early on and she was forced to kill her father a few weeks later when he agreed to trade her and her younger brother to bandits to keep their supplies. from then on, it was just the two of them as they attempted to trek back home on foot after her brother lost the car keys. it had taken many weeks, but they finally managed to make it to san francisco in one piece. until they were separated by a horde of infected only a few days after arriving. it’s been a month since then, but cameron hasn’t stopped looking for her brother and returned to crescent apartment because it was her home before the outbreak. she's owned the apartment for six months but technically has only been home for a month.
- despite living in crescent where she can have a permanent place to lay her head and food that’s within reach, cameron learned on the journey home that she 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 to prevent her from getting soft. she often leaves because of this and to continue searching for signs of her brother, which can keep her away from the community for days on end. however, she usually tries to return with places to scavenge or supplies to make up for her time away.
- she doesn’t mind being around the infected and fears them much less than most humans. however, cameron’s aware that they’re extremely dangerous and does her best to avoid them as much as she can when she’s on the outside. she just feels that they’re 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 she knows other humans do to each other.
- cameron’s very independent and doesn’t like asking other people for help often. while she’ll do it if she absolutely must since she knows not everything can be done by herself, most times she prefers to deal with whatever problem she has on her own unless she absolutely trusts someone. however, she doesn’t let this get in the way when it comes to her job. she’s more than capable of working together with others if she needs too, whether on a supply run or helping around the apartment building.
- she’s never seen without her dog, danger. he’s a large german shepard that she adopted a couple years ago, and he has been her loyal companion since then. with him being all she has left, cameron is very protective of him and only trusts those who have earned hers with him. these feelings are mutual for danger. he’s become far more aggressive towards strangers and won’t hesitate to attack if cameron is threatened. however, he’s very friendly, gentle, and lovable to familiar faces and those who cameron trusts. he also accompanies her on the outside, assisting her in finding her brother, killing infected, or finding new items on supply runs.
- she tends to be blunt and finds sugarcoating the truth to be disrespectful as well as insulting. cameron prefers to be brutally honest with others and hopes they do the same since she believes honesty is the best policy. unfortunately, she doesn’t realize her words hurt sometimes because she’s still learning to readjust to socializing after all the trauma she’s suffered. most times she’ll have no problem apologizing if it’s brought to her attention that she’s hurt someone unless she feels they deserved it.
Calypso was born ten minutes after Finn, and he has never let it down. Growing up, she always relied on Finn for everything. From walking to the school bus to paying for her items at the corner store, he was always there for her and she didn’t mind. His voice was hers with her hand grasping for his and following in little steps close behind. It wasn’t until middle school where she found her voice, a stern attitude at that. A young girl was getting bullied and she stepped in. Little did she know that that girl, Emilie, ended up becoming her best friend.
Even then, she struggled: fighting with generational demons gifted by her alcoholic parents and grappling with the fact that her mother berated her to the point of self mutilation. Her appetite to survive and preservation in thriving ran deep. Every chance she got, she would hang out with her parent’s best friend’s kids. She become close friends with their two kids. Soon, she found herself dragging Finn to the Shepard’s every weekend, and they didn’t seem to mind as they welcomed them with open arms. Little did they know, she was using them to avoid her mother up until she entered college.
As she entered her junior year in college, her best friend got cancered and didn't survive. A year later, the outbreak happened. Finn and she found their parents already turned when they got home after protecting the apartments, resulting in having to end them herself. Because of her actions, Cleo became gravely ill, leaving the twins to stay stationed in the confides of their home until another solution appeared before them: finding sanctuary within their limits, San Francisco, California.
personality
Cleo will punch you in the face if you use her real name. Certain people are able to use it. The only reason people know her real name is because Finn accidentally said it during a fight and she didn’t talk to him for a whole month. Granted, it was hard for her. She just doesn’t know how to talk about her feelings, so she takes a lot of time to sort out how she’s really feelings. She doesn’t trust people easily, but she trusts action so if she sees you attempting to do what you say, she will crack the door open to communicate. When someone breaks down her walls, she is a completely different person, she can actually hold a conversation, or be considerate and think of the needs of others before herself. She is information seeking, all the time, because she feels knowing more makes you a better person, which is all she wants to be at the end of the day.
( kim yong ji, cis-woman, she/her ) KI YEONA : the thirty year old survivor that joined the crescent apartments safezone one month ago. when the infected swarmed the streets the first night, yeona managed to survive on their own because of how perceptive + resilient they were. however, when they joined up with the group, it became clear just how distant + sensitive they are too. now, they've established themselves as a hunter within the group, thriving at the job because of their marksmanship and rifle. ( riyu, she/her, 21+, pst )
OVERVIEW.
full name : ki yeona
birthdate : 6 september ( 30 )
hometown : jeju island, sk
gender + pronouns : cis woman + she/her
orientation : demisexual
zodiac : virgo
occupation : hunter , shaman
family : roh sangwon (father, 70, deceased) , ki areum (mother, 68, deceased) , roh ujin (brother, 41, deceased, mercy killed after being bitten by mincheol) , roh giwon (brother, 41, alive) , roh mincheol (brother, 39, deceased, was turned from a bite) , roh iseok (brother, 36, unknown, never came back from scavenging) , roh yongsun (brother, 34, alive)
BIOGRAPHY.
yeona's fate was sealed the moment she took her first breath of air. born as the only daughter in a sea of brothers, it was her duty to uphold the musok reverence that had been passed down from generation to generation in her mother's side of the family. before she could understand what her inherited role as a ki woman meant, yeona was a little girl immersed in the rhythm of ranch life in jeju island first, finding joy in the movement of playing with her brothers and exploring the ranch rather than listening to stories of ancient gods and spirits.
despite the high expectations that weighed heavy on her shoulders, yeona's induction into musok was a slow one. when she wasn't undergoing informal training with her mother for early exposure, she would often sneak off with her brothers on their hunting trips. it was through their careful instruction that she learned how to handle a rifle at twelve, and through her own merit, her marksmanship sharpened to near perfection. it was a secret well kept amongst siblings who felt for the little girl who would go on to grow in a world completely different from their own. and despite being worlds apart, the siblings were extremely close and often looked out for each other.
months before her eighteenth birthday, yeona began to have strange yet vivid dreams of death and chaos. uncertain as to why she was having these horrifying dreams, she ultimately decided to keep quiet, though the impact of these visions lingered and left a major toll on her mental health. while on her hunting trips with her brothers, yeona began to take notice of crows and foxes at every turn. feeling as though she were losing a grip on her sanity, the veil of uncertainty was lifted when she confided in her mother about the signs she was seeing. her mother would only go on to interpret these patterns as omens. a week later, yeona was officially initiated into musok as an apprentice under her mothers guidance to refine her knowledge.
while some of her siblings left the ranch to travel following their parents' deaths, yeona stayed behind with the rest of her brothers where she would spend the rest of her twenties fulfilling her role as a well respected mudang in the community, providing the locals and surrounding clients with rituals for blessings and divination. although yeona remained satisfied with her work and believed she was living up to the training her mother left her with, there was always a part of her that wished she could travel the world just like her brothers did. when she turned thirty, she decided to pay her eldest brother a visit in san francisco. life was seemingly coming together for yeona, the prospect of travel was fresh and exciting, but as luck would have it, the dreams that she had at eighteen began to revisit her on the plane trip there.
the chaos, the destruction, the death and screams.. nothing could have prepared yeona for what was quickly unfolding upon exiting the plane. hell had risen to earth and all she could do was hope she could find her brother. fortunately, she was able to find safety with a random group of survivors who knew their way around the city better than she did, ensuring her survival during the darkest time of the apocalypse. unfortunately, that didn't last very long and when their numbers dwindled to zero, yeona was alone in a world that was not her own. two months somehow rolled along and by a stroke of luck, be it from the gods she devoted her life to or her deep seeded desire to survive, yeona finally crossed paths with her brother who eagerly brought her to safety in the crescent apartments safezone.
EXTRAS.
yeona had way too many brushes with death, too many close calls for her own comfort. the first month, she managed to get her hands on a rifle after successfully killing a police officer who had attacked the group and claimed the lives of a few. to this day, she still prays for the peace of those who died and thanks the officer for lending her his weapon that got her out of many more sticky situations afterward.
she still practices shamanism, though in private, and firmly believes the gods and her spirit stones are what kept her safe all those weeks alone in the wastelands. she was able to retrieve the rest of her tools after arriving to the safezone and has continued to serve those who believe in the practice, providing anyone who wishes with prayers and talismans to ensure their safety.
yeona has had different people from across the world seek for her help prior to the apocalypse. as a result, she became near fluent in english and understands it more expertly than she speaks it. she often appears quiet and distant in conversation, but this is mostly because she is taking her time finding the proper words to engage. she sometimes goes days without speaking at all because her mind is in constant distress and would rather her actions do most of the talking.
in the two months where she fought for survival, yeona was able to learn how to memorize and navigate certain parts of the city. initially, she was simply one of the many survivors trying to reel back from the horrors she had witnessed, but when her brother failed to return from a scavenging run a month ago, she decided to offer her skills and became a hunter for the safezone. although she has ulterior motives of her own that might put her or others at risk, it is satisfying to bring home food that isn't canned or expired.
despite the apocalypse gravely altering her personality, she has managed to remain altruistic in honor of her mother. she would rather peel off the shirt on her back to provide someone else warmth than to watch them suffer. despite the exposure to death and gore, she is still extremely sensitive to it all and privately mourns for the world that she never got to experience. she has developed a certain wariness that makes her intuition all the more sharper. less trusting and more perceptive, she is able to notice little details, be it in her surroundings or in people.
( phoebe tonkin, cis woman, she/her ) OLIVIA WALKER : the THIRTY-FOUR year old resident that's been around the SHOPPING MALL for ONE YEAR. when the infected swarmed the streets the first night, LIV really proved how FOCUSED + DECISIVE they were. however, many would argue that they can also be quite ASSERTIVE + ESCAPIST. five years has passed since their old life ended and the new one began, developing skills that have helped them become a SOLDIER within their group. it makes sense to see them thriving at the job because of their HAND TO HAND COMBAT SKILLS AND SHOOTING ACCURACY.
𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.
NAME: olivia jane walker.
NICKNAME(S): liv, jane ( from her brother only ).
BIRTHPLACE: bozeman, montana.
LOCATION BEFORE: bozeman, montana.
OCCUPATION BEFORE: owner of the wild horses bar.
AGE: thirty-four.
GENDER IDENTITY: cis woman.
ROMANTIC / SEXUAL ORIENTATION: biromantic, bisexual.
CURRENT LOCATION: shopping mall.
TIME AT CURRENT LOCATION: one year.
CURRENT JOB: soldier.
𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐒.
FATHER: john david walker ( died in 2021 )
MOTHER: constance marie walker
BROTHER: logan john walker
𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.
HEIGHT: 5 foot & 8 inches.
EYE COLOR: green
HAIR COLOR: brown
TATTOOS: TBD.
SCARS: TBD.
𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘.
POSITIVE TRAITS: focused, decisive
NEGATIVE TRAITS: assertive, escapist
MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic good
LIKES: TBD.
DISLIKES: TBD.
𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄.
born in 1995 to john david walker and constance marie walker, née laurier, olivia was the youngest of two. her mother left the familly without a word when olivia was 11 and her father died from lung cancer in 2023. olivia was always a free spirit with a rebellious strike but when her mother left, things only got worse. she never tried to get in touch with her mother and doesn't know if she's still alive. to her, the ones that stays are the ones worth loving.
the walker came from a long line of ranchers in montana, their family ruling the town and montana. what they did to stay on top has never entirely been a secret and her father, david, should have been the one to inherit the family ranch after her grandfather's death but things went sideways as david butted head with his younger brother. working behind everyone's back, it was the youngest walked brother that got the ranch and olivia, her father and brother were told to leave.
moving into a small apartment, the family had to adjust to a new life, the one of pariah. david opened a bar, the wild horses, and made. small living from it. olivia rebellious nature became stronger, her edges sharper. she was prone to fighting and would get in trouble. she never spoke much of everything she lost and anyone bringing it up to her learned to not do it again.
before they were forced to live the family ranch, olivia lived for her horse, elsie. she would do competitions and made a small name for herself, one that she left behind. after leaving the ranch, she has never mounted a horse.
for a while she attended community college but studies weren't for her and her father's health was declining. olivia had always been a daddy's girl and she dropped out to work full time at the bar.
the virus seemed to hit bozeman later, the town small and remote but when it become clear that hell was coming, olivia decided to stay in town for as long as she could, hoping to ride it out there but things didn't work out that way.
𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑.
it didn't take long for the city to fell. stores were raided, people turned against each others with only one goal in mind; saving themselves. it felt ridiculous to held on to the bar for as long as she did, guarding it against people she was once friendly with but it was the last thing she had left of her father. his legacy. her brother had to drag her out just as a horde of infected finally made it in.
olivia and her brother didn't know who to trust but they knew there was power in number so they tried to make it with other people. it always ended the same, with them running away as quickly as they could, either because their small camp was attacked or because they had stolen something and needed to leave. there were no real laws anymore and if everyone else took what they wanted when they wanted, they didn't see why they shouldn't do the same.
eventually they met someone that told them about the shopping mall and they decided to follow them. the life they had been living was exhausting and they yearned for a sense of community again. olivia threw herself into it, training and doing everything she could to be an asset to the community. still, the strict set of rules was not one she was used with and it has been impossible to get that rebellious side of her to settle down.
( clayton cardenas, cis man, he/him ) SANTIAGO LÓPEZ : the FORTY year old resident that's been around the SEA CLIFF MARINA RAIDERS for TWO DAYS. when the infected swarmed the streets the first night, SANTI really proved how DEDICATED + LOYAL they were. however, many would argue that they can also be quite CALLOUS + CYNICAL. five years has passed since their old life ended and the new one began, developing skills that have helped them become a RAIDER within their group. it makes sense to see them thriving at the job because of their TRACKING SKILLS & KNIFE.
𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.
NAME: santiago emiliano lópez.
NICKNAME(S): santi.
BIRTHPLACE: dallas, texas.
LOCATION BEFORE: dallas, texas.
OCCUPATION BEFORE: mechanic & mc member.
AGE: forty.
GENDER IDENTITY: cis man.
ROMANTIC / SEXUAL ORIENTATION: biromantic, bisexual.
CURRENT LOCATION: sea cliff marina.
TIME AT CURRENT LOCATION: two days.
CURRENT JOB: raider (in training).
𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐒.
FATHER: emiliano alejandro lópez ( died in 2022 )
MOTHER: daniela maria lópez ( died in 2024 )
BROTHER: luis antonio lópez ( died in 2020 )
SISTERS: carmen daniela lópez ( died in 2025 ) & mariana sofia lópez
𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.
HEIGHT: 6 foot & 2 inches.
EYE COLOR: brown
HAIR COLOR: black with some grey
TATTOOS: TBD.
SCARS: TBD.
𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘.
POSITIVE TRAITS: dedicated, loyal
NEGATIVE TRAITS: callous, cynical
MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral
LIKES: TBD.
DISLIKES: TBD.
𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄.
born in 1989 to emiliano alejandro lópez and daniela maria lópez, née garcia, santiago was the eldest of four. his brother, luis antonio lópez, died in 2020 from brain cancer and his sister, carmen daniela lópez died one year after the wildfire virus spread. both deaths weighed heavily on santi, who was always close with his family.
the lópez were poor but always made the best of it, both parents working two jobs to provide for their family and santi started to work to help as soon as he could. santiago has always been very protective of his family and it was well known that anyone who messed with his siblings would see him come defend them.
santi has always been more street smart than book smart and he barely graduated high school. studies were for his siblings, not him, and it was almost a miracle he had a diploma, considering how often he skipped classes. his mother wanted to see all of her children graduate and it's the only reason santi did it.
as soon as high school was over, he started to work full time as a mechanic, at the same place he had been working part time for a while. santi had been working on his bike since he got it at 16.
santi always had a soft spot for the sister of his best friend and as they both entered adulthood, he realized that what he felt went beyond friendly feelings and for a time, he cleaned up his act for andrea. she was there for him when his brother died and for a while, their relationship was the best thing in his life and santi worshiped the ground andy walked on.
thing started to turn sour when he got in deeper with some of his friends, andrea's brother included. santi was slowly turning to the life of a criminal, wearing the patches of a motorcycle club. the weight and stress of it all changed him and santi started to pull away from andrea, both in an attempt to protect her and because he was starting to hate the man he was becoming.
𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑.
as soon as things starting to go south, santiago urged andrea to leave the city with him. crowded places were becoming too dangerous. getting both of his sisters and andrea to safety was the only thing that mattered to him. he had no real plan, no real connections that could help them, it was only survival from then on.
when his sister died one year into the so called end of the world, it broke something in him. it was like the little hope he had left that things could get better vanished entirely. he hadn't been able to protect her and santi once again felt worthless. they went from groups to groups, never settling anywhere long enough to set real roots, if such a thing was still possible.
then the worst happened, the group was attacked and andrea and him were separated. santi was a shit boyfriend, but he loved her and for so long, he looked for her. it was only about six months ago that he stopped doing so. maybe it was easier to think she was dead than the alternative, that she was still out there but without him. he had failed her, had started to do so years ago.
a chance encounters had him and the few of his group being recruited to the sea cliff marina. he was hurt, his groups was starving, there was no other real choices. he never expected to see andrea again but it seemed that life had other plans for him.
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.
ANDREA ROMERO. his ex-girlfriend and the one he thought was the love of his life, even if he didn't think he was worthy of her. the two got separated years ago after an attack on their group and after looking for her for two years, santi thought she was dead. the feelings he had for her never entirely died.
MARIANA LÓPEZ. the only family member he still has and one he'd do anything to protect. santi has always been there for his siblings and he has grown even more protective as he lost everyone else but her.
NEW PROMISES. it started when he still had hopes that andrea was alive, while he was still looking for her. it was nothing more than sex, the relief and tenderness he needed. it wasn't supposed to mean anything but it's not so clear anymore and while santi cares for them, he can't bring himself to love again.
RIGHT HAND. being some sort of leader for his small group was never the plan but against all odds, people started to look up to him, to the way he didn't shy from the hard choices that had to be made for their survival. next to his sister, this is the person he trust the most.
( danai gurira, female, she/her ) 𝑫𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑸𝑼𝑬 𝑨𝑹𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑹 : the forty one year old resident that's been around the 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑨𝑵 𝑭𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑶 𝑴𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹 for three years. when the infected swarmed the streets the first night, 𝒏𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆 really proved how quick + tenacious they were. however, many would argue that they can also be quite aggressive + pessimistic. five years has passed since their old life ended and the new one began, developing skills that have helped them become a 𝑴𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑪 within their group. it makes sense to see them thriving at the job because of their ᵐᵉᵈᶦᶜᵃˡ ᵉˣᵖᵉʳᵗᶦˢᵉ, ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵃˢˢᶦᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵠᵘᶦᶜᵏ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵏᶦⁿᵍ. ( charlie, she/her, 35, EST )
𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒: 10 pounds, 8 ounces & 20 inches long & 08:17 am
𝐀𝐆𝐄: 41 years old
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑: female
𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓: the san francisco medical center
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: she/her
𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: biromantic
𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: bisexual
𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐒: danai gurira
𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃: right-handed
𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍: elsbeth archer (15)
𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌: ᵀᴼ ᴮᵁᴵᴸᴰ ᴬ ᴴᴼᴹᴱ
𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒: katana, dirt covered boots, medipac, canned soda, flannel, the color red, feathered stuffed animals, black makeup, chocolate
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: accepting interactions / plots / etc
𝑩𝑬𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑽𝑰𝑹𝑼𝑺 ▔▔▿▔▔
Dominque was born into a large family, her being the only daughter of the brood. She was surrounded by five brothers, older and younger. She grew up in a very loud household, quite busy. Her father was a doctor and her mother was a high school teacher. The mornings were a rowdy affair, everyone rushing around to get to their perspective places. Dominque was in the middle so she wasn't in need for attention or affection. The Archer's were quite loving, supportive, adoring. There were many little Archer's, but surprisingly enough, none of them were ever neglected. That carried into their teenage years as well.
As a result of her upbringing, Dominique tended to be a nurturing force as she grew. She would often times tend to the less fortunate, those in pain, those in need. She wouldn't shy around something as important as someone who needed something. She was for all intents and purposes a soft-hearted girl. She'd bend to help anything or anyone. Her smile would spread from cheek to cheek that was almost infectious. Her parents had called her their little heart. She also fell in her father's steps. Leaning towards caring for people and their medical needs. She also was an activist for a number of causes. If there was a rally or a protest she was present. Tending to wounds and emotional scars weren't the only ways to help people. She was an ear, a friend, a confidante.
Graduating was another one of those happy memories for her, taking the stage and hearing the absolutely booming voices of her brothers, parents, distant family members. It was one of the greatest moments of her life. She was used to being surrounded by her family, but this was something new. It was about her. The day carried on with a night out, dinner and a show. Her whole family all together and just as carefree as they were in the house. She remembered her uncle hoisting her onto their patio as they all toasted to her. She knew why it was so meaningful. She'd be leaving and this would be gone. She had to go to school and from there a top medical school. The hugs and voices tightened over the course of the night. She'd miss this more than anything else in the world. Family and community.
Then, she began her higher education, the eventuality that she would be alone for the first time in her life fillled her with uncertainty and anxiety. It only lasted for a few weeks, given shortly after she migrated to different groups. Whether they were in her classes or in any of the clubs or events that she found herself in. College was where she met Michael. He was a big, adorable jock who tried his hardest for her to attend the games, the parties, etc. She always said no, of course. Only to him and for no other reason than that it was their thing. That continued through her first year. The second year, things changed. Second year brought them together in a way that she hadn't expected. He saved her from a messy situation, and he just never left her side afterwards. She wasn't sure, but she hadn't noticed entirely was his endgame had been.
Dominique got married to Michael shortly after college graduation and they moved closer to where Dominique would be interning while finishing her licensing and moving through her goal to be a nurse. Michael was working his way through what he wanted to do, but Nique didn't care, she loved him and that was all that mattered. She worked herself bare moving between interning, her job and everything in between. Interning was exhausting within itself, calling her at all hours and Michael, the sweet man, was picking up her slack around the house. When she finally finished her internship Michael held this huge party for her with her friends and family. From that point her life moved pretty quickly. It was when she was twenty-seven when she found out that she was pregnant.
From there, their life changed, the time came and went for the baby and soon, that was the focus of their life. Ellie, they'd called her. Michael became determined after her birth to find his place in life, got a job and began to change in ways that didn't seem to matter at the time. She worked more and made time for Ellie. The years slid by in their little bubble, a nice marital bliss and happy little family. She loved everything about her life. Then, all of that went away.
𝑨𝑭𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑽𝑰𝑹𝑼𝑺 ▔▔▿▔▔
Her family were all in different places when the world went to shit. Domique had been at the hospital, of course. Michael had been at home and little Ellie had been at school. Nique had been drowning in bodies before she had even heard of the news and went through the process of learning exactly what it was. The reanimation taking her and most of the medical staff by surprise. She'd had no choice, but to adapt very quickly. She'd learned within the first few seconds not to get close, to keep a safe distance, not to let them bite and (assumingly) scratch you. She had quickly become armed with a number of medical tools to fight off what she needed to. Among them, a scalpel and a bed pan.
She fought tooth and nail for ten hours in the hospital for her survival and escape from it. Her body was exhausted, her fingers slightly numb from the way she had been tightened for so long. She finally had made her way to her home and to her biggest fear, nothing was there. So much so, that their house was on fire and was smoking. She fought her way inside, yelling her husbands name, yelling her daughters names to no avail. The only thing that responded was more of them. She made her way to the school next which had almost the same results. The only difference was that instead of mostly adults with the strange affliction, it was children. None she had recognized as her own Ellie. She had taken off after a few hours moving through the school and set into a quiet, horrifying panic. She was all alone now.
And that was how the years since the outbreak had remained. She didn't fall in with groups or look for other survivors. She stuck around town for what she thought might have been a few months, returning to the places she knew her family had been in hopes that they'd return. They hadn't. She was all alone for the first time in her life, remaining in that silent survival. She hunkered through the wild, quiet and unassuming. Finding tools and weapons that she needed. She had a bunker underground that she'd found and had remained there with supplies. She came up one day at the sound of a scream, hidden underneath her shroud. That person was in need of medical attention and once Dominique had bandaged her up, she escorted her back to the San Francisco Medical Center where they'd asked her to stay.
𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺 ---
says a prayer to her husband and daughter every night before bed, torn between the thought of them dead or out there somewhere where she can't find them.
favorite treat is chocolate and will sometimes do favors for a nick of it, in any kind of fashion.
has two weapons of choice in her armory: a katana and a rusted old scalpel that's the same one from her hospital back home.
can be very quiet and reserved, but she will let you know what's what as far as honesty goes. she will never sugar-coat anything as long as she lives and breathes.
children first. always. she will go to any lengths to save or help a child whether they ask for it or not.
takes runs. not for exercise, but to keep her stamina and cardio up to par. this happens once a day, weather dependent.
( ella purnell, female, she/her ) WINONA MURDOCH : twenty-six year old resident that's been around the UNFINISHED SHOPPING MALL for two years. when the infected swarmed the streets the first night, WINNIE really proved how patience + adaptive they were. however, many would argue that they can also be quite negative headstrong + impulsive. five years has passed since their old life ended and the new one began, developing skills that have helped them become a GAME/MEAT TRADER within their group. it makes sense to see them thriving at the job because of their cutting techniques, strong stomach and experience caring for livestock. ( charlie, she/her, thirty-five, est. )
𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: drug abuse, parental death, overdose, foster care, death, adoption
𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒: 9 pounds, 3 ounces & 18.5 inches long & 03:45 am
𝐀𝐆𝐄: 26 years old
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑: female
𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓: unfinished shopping mall
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: she/her
𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: panromantic
𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: pansexual
𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐒: ella purnell
𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃: right-handed
𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍: poppy murdoch (deceased)
𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌: blackbird
𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒: worn and tattered notebooks, animal feet prints, the color blue, knives
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: accepting interactions / plots / etc
𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 ---
winona grew up in some of the worst circumstances and environment. both of her parents were addicts and the most paternal and maternal love or affection that she had was from her siblings. her brother was the person that would protect them from outside forces and sometimes the shaky, almost interactions with their parents. her father disappeared from their lives when she was only 9 years old. this part of her life is mostly blurs of the past. some things she remembers, but questions whether it actually happened or something that she just imagined. something that her young mind had just thought of and went with.
her mother overdosed when she was a month away from her thirteenth birthday. she can't place everything that happened that day, but she remembers being pulled from her sister and crying in the back of some old car that she can't remember. what she does remember was how her mother looked before they had carted her off and to this day it is an image that positively haunts her and keeps her up some nights. she was put in the foster system with her sister, but they didn't remain together. she remembers the last look they shared, how she had tried to smile, how their fingers had slowly drifted apart. it was the last time she saw her.
winona was fostered a year later to ronald and maryjane murdoch. she was promptly renamed for the sake of their family, and she put no fight in keeping her name. what did she need it for anyway? she didn't have much, just a handful of belongings. she had a family picture that was tattered and worn, but she kept it well hidden. she had another keepsake from the balor portion of her life, a notebook that her sister and herself had written in, sometimes to each other and others just random notes about things. the third item, was something she'd stolen from her brother's room, one of his thick, worn blankets. it was not something glamourous or meaningful, but to anyone but her. it was something he'd wrapped her in a number of times. so, it had been dear to her alone.
she took to farm life like a fish took to water. she'd been used to struggling with her parents and relying on her older brother. farm life was a refreshing change of pace. there was schedules, organization and rules. most children would have abhorred the structure and control of such a situation. she thrived and blossomed under the confines that she was put in. structure was new, rules were important, and she felt a kind of peace that she had never felt before in her life. one night she'd cried, not out of sorrow or pain, but something infinitely more beautiful, happiness. she was happy and loved something she had only felt a fraction of before. she felt safe more than anything else and it made her happy.
she lived and prospered there for years. eventually there came a time when she would "age out" so to speak and they'd offered her something extraordinary. a choice. they didn't pressure or guilt her about the fact that they'd raised her or kept her. they'd simply given her an out, if she'd wanted it. and, she didn't. she'd realized sometime between sixteen and seventeen that she wasn't going to leave, she just hadn't said or acted on that knowledge. a month before her eighteenth birthday they'd given her another gift, a legal adoption. from that point on, she'd remained on the farm.
it was shortly after she turned nineteen where she met adam. they hadn't gotten along, exactly. he was different than her in a number of ways. he didn't like the rules, the structure, the schedules. he lived on another farm a fifteen-minute walk away. she knew that because he told her EVERY SINGLE TIME, he had to make that journey. she supposed that she kind of fell in love with him a little bit. she'd told herself that she wouldn't fall for it, the cheeky smile, the jokes and the outlandish way he would always try to get her to break the rules. eventually, she realized he loved her, too. always had, apparently.
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it was the day of her wedding to adam where her world went, as they say, to hell in a handbasket. the farm was for all intents and purposes safe from certain events that seemingly would come up, but not this. it spread like wildfire over the small town, and she was for all intents and purposes just a girl. let it not be said that ronnie murdoch was a weak man. he got a handful out of there before having to shoot his wife in the face. her own eyes had teared up, but ronnies hadn't. she'd known that look on his face, though, determination. he'd grieve her later, winnie had surmised. it was there that her love for her dad had tripled completely. not because of what he didn't do, but what he did.
eighteen people lived on the farm for the next few years. and everyone had their jobs and pulled their weight. her dad ran the farm settlement for a while until adam had to take over. it wasn't easy, but he finally succumbed to everything that happened. with his wife, with the world, he was too fractured. she caught him late one night, when she'd been helping agatha with the gates and alarms, he was talking to himself, yelling at something she couldn't see. the following week he'd turned two other survivors before they were taken out. then it was fifteen. it had hit winona real hard, it had been the last of her parents and now the farm was her responsibility. she had passed that onto adam and she'd pay for that a year later.
the farm was where she had felt safe and so she hadn't ever tried to leave before or after the outbreak. there was a part of her that was content on dying at the farm as well. she was almost twenty-four then before it happened, the thing she never expected, but should have. adam sold them out, literally. that was the funny thing, she'd rationalize later, that it wasn't the outbreak that destroyed the farm. it was people. she remembered the hard metal pressed to her head while they picked her farm clean of every resource. the inside and the outside. the animals, the crops, every ounce of anything she had ever loved. when they finished, they let them in. it wasn't enough that they had to strip her home, they had to destroy it.
she ran, silently as she could. she usually wasn't the one doing the thinking, the planning, she just cared for things. whether it was the animals or the survivors, she had just been nurturing. now, though, with them on their heels, she couldn't be. she would kill adam if she ever saw him again. feed him to them piece by piece, if nothing else, she swore that to herself. there was only four of them now, running for their lives. it was a long few months before she found the mall, with the two survivors with her.
𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺 ---
she doesn't use names, not your real one anyway. she will pick a nick name, a descriptor word. naming things gives them meaning and she doesn't want anything to mean anything again.
she has a way with animals and often times will get on with them much better than any human.
doesn't trust people because of her past and the man who she won't name, hasn't spoken his name in the two years that she'd been at the mall.
is just surviving at this point, doesn't have any big hopes or ideas or visions of how things will be when this is "all over"
hums songs she remembers when she'd doing butchering and preparing for trades of her merchandise.
⸻ nathan st. james : the twenty6 year old resident that's been around the sea cliff marina for two years. when the infected swarmed the streets the first night, nate really proved how astute + witty they were. however, many would argue that they can also be quite reclusive + self-deprecating. five years has passed since their old life ended and the new one began, developing skills that have helped them become a raider within their group. it makes sense to see them thriving at the job because of their athleticism & combat abilities.
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒.
name: nathan st. james.
nickname: nate. ( call him nathaniel if you want to piss him off ).
age & dob: twenty6. tba.
gender identity: cis man. he/him.
sexual orientation: heterosexual.
current location: sea cliff marina.
length of time at location: two years ( might as well be two minutes ).
current occupation: raider.
pinterest: here.
𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒.
unknown biological parents.
never really bothered to remember all the names of foster parents.
foster siblings / found family: there used to be six of them, before the outbreak: 3 are dead, 1 is currently MIA & 1 is a wanted connection.
relationship status: forever alone, most likely. unless someone brings in his ex/girlfriend wc and we can work smth out.
𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.
height: 5′ 11¾″ ( 1.82 m ).
weight: 180 lb. ( 82 kg ).
build: athletic.
eye color: dark brown.
hair color: dark brown ( please ignore the gifs where he has white hair ).
tattoos: yes. the majority are on his arms and there are also a few on his torso.
scars: yes. most notable is the one on the left side of his face, stretching along his jawline.
face claim: emilio sakraya.
𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘.
likes: loud music. coffee. the sound of rain. jokes. animals. sweets.
dislikes: people who invade his personal space. thunderstorms. crowds.
nate is an introvert pretending to be an extrovert.
it's really hard for him to open up to people, mostly because he has a hard time thinking anyone cares about him anymore.
he's got two settings — hyper jokester or dead inside. there might be a third on a decent day.
not the most sociable of people so he has a hard time making friends.
he's almost never going to be the one initiating a conversation with someone new unless he has to.
despite being a loner, he's always friendly to start with and won't turn down a conversation unless there's a reason.
big fan of treating people the way they treat you.
he likes to make jokes but they aren't always good, please bear with him. it's a coping mechanism i guess.
anxiety + depression.
𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓.
even before a deadly virus took over the world, there wasn't much to look forward to in nate's life. abandoned as an infant, he was bounced around from home to home like a ball on a basketball court. his childhood was nothing to write home about — just a series of unfortunate events, denial and wishful thinking. when you're still young it's easier to hold on to some kind of hope that things will get better. they did not.
pre-teen nathan started putting together the pieces of a rather bleak puzzle — there was no miracle about to happen and no more hope left at the bottom of the bag. so what to do when you're just another number in a system that nobody gives a shit about? whatever the fuck you want. he didn't spend much time in a home anyway so might as well give them all a reason to kick him out: break a window, break curfew, break someone's arm … yeah, he became quite an angry guy once the rose colored glasses came off.
the only people he could ever truly rely on were the small family he found along the way. they were nobody's children but they were each other's siblings, even if not by blood. they did most things together, good and bad, and were thick as thieves ― also actual thieves, some of them. even if they weren't living in the same home at the same time they still found ways to sneak around and meet with each other, especially when the 'grown-ups' said they weren't allowed to hang out anymore ― fucking fuckers.
in school he was always told he was a waste of resources and he'd never amount to much. sure, he wasn't an honor student but he wasn't a terrible one either … regardless, nate never bothered finished high school. there were more interesting things to do in the real world which also brought in much needed money ― stealing cars, illegal fights, breaking into homes and other such wonderful after school clubs. the one thing he refused to deal with was drugs. the only downside to his newfound hobbies was the police constantly wanting to have a word with you ― on the plus side, no need for a gym membership.
𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓.
he wasn't prepared for the world to end. sure, nobody was, but nate less than others. he thought it was someone's idea of a bad joke when news of walkers came through on every form of media so he treated the early days of the infection like fake news. he honestly believed it would be over as quickly as it began and life would go back to being boringly mediocre.
it wasn't until the virus finally reached their small corner of the world that he finally understood the gravity of things. corpses rising in the street, attacking the living, coming into houses through doors left open … it was all straight out of a horror movie. neighbours were disappearing on the daily and help was nowhere to be seen. it was time to grab his loved ones and get the hell out of dodge.
the early weeks of the outbreak also claimed the lives of two of his siblings. after they became sick they were taken to the hospital hoping that someone there might find a way to help them. they were never seen again. another got separated from the group as they were fleeing town. nate hopes she ended up with the nice neighbours and is actually safe. the three who were left didn't even have the time to properly mourn their losses before having to leave them behind. it did cause some tension in their group but they stuck together regardless ― they were all they had left.
the three picked up a few more people on their journey to a safe zone and they all did the best they could to gather resources and avoid conflict. they even found a nice, quit corner of the world to settle in for a time. nate was genuinely happy for a while, happier than he'd been before the apocalypse when everyone was barely scraping by and dodging the police for sport. despite all the dead loitering around their corner was quiet for a good while. he settled into the role of leader because it all seemed easy enough at the time. little did he know that was the calm before the shit storm …
first, walkers found their spot and they were forced to abandon it ― from then on it was all a great string of loss and death which slowly ate away at nate's resilience and good spirits. the worst of the lot were when he lost the three people he cared about the most, the ones he hoped would make it to the end even if he didn't. it all started when he left his little sister unattended for five minutes and the kid got infected. his other sibling blamed him for the loss and vanished in the middle of the night, sick and tired of following nate's 'bad decisions'. the final blow was when his girlfriend died less than a week away from a safe zone …
it seemed like everyone he had ever cared for was gone in a heartbeat … for quite some time nathan contemplated letting go of all the pain and anger by simply giving up and letting the walkers end his troubles. but when the time came he couldn't surrender to the dead. there was still a small voice inside his mind that kept repeating ' it's not over yet '.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋 ... 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 ...
that's when he ended up at the marina. with its assortment of sketchy characters and lawless ways, it seemed like the perfect place to hide out and lick his wounds without anyone asking too many questions about who he is or what he's been through. nobody looked like they gave a damn anyway. nate didn't want to be in charge of anyone or anything anymore, he just wanted to figure out his next move.
once he realized there really weren't many other places left to go, he settled on the marina as his new home. wanting to be of some use, nate signed up to be a raider. he'll take on any job he's given, doesn't matter how dangerous, so long as it doesn't involve killing anyone. he tempts fate whenever he goes out on his own, getting as close as possible to walkers and other threats. if there's still a reason he's around maybe he'll find it one day ― or finally get the end he dodged years ago.
𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒.
really likes boxing and is good at it.
parkour <3
is actually quite scared of thunderstorms but won't admit it even at gunpoint.
secretly hates guns but is not opposed to using them to get the job done.
never really had a pet growing up so he's hoping to find a cat or a dog in need of shelter and sneak them in.
always down to play board games.
massive sweet tooth ― can be bribed with candy, especially jelly beans or chocolate.
almost always late for things, unless it's an official assignment. likes to sleep in.
incredibly messy human being.
drinks coffee like its water. should drink more water ...
