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Name: Lucius DeLance
Age: 26
Country: USA
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Sexuality: Straight
Occupation: Former US Army captain
Vehicle: Kawasaki Ninja for scouting,The Tumbler (new batman batmobile XD) w/ .50 cal machine gun
Equipment: 7" tactical survival knife, M4 assault riffle with suppressor w/ red dot reflex sight, tactical light, usp. 45, ammo for all weapons, large medical kit, bag of C4, det cord, fuel. home-made hard plastic plates, large jugs for water.
Skills: trained on most explosives, operation of Bradley APC and similar vehicles, know-how of improvised weapons construction, tactical mindset, trained on most US weapons and some foreign weapons, sniper.
Habits: Chews on things when nervous, twirls knives in hand when nervous.
Likes:Being with people, his dog Dash
Dislikes: being surrounded by the undead, feeling alone.
Theme Song: I will Not Bow by Breaking Benjamin
Bio: Daeren had been sent into the area (wherever we are) a few months before the outbreak started. He was back from overseas enjoying his time off when things started to go sour. The military of course was called on when the undead started to attack. Daeren realized, along with his squad, that there was no chance of surviving fighting like this, and so they retreated from the main firing line just in time as they were overran. The squad tried to save as many as they could, but were unsuccessful. Daeren, over the course lost his squad, from suicides, ambushes, and one or two gang attacks. Daeren now drives around the city in an interesting armored vehicle he recovered from an underground garage, as well as an abandoned hybrid wolf/dog he had found abandoned that he named Rex.

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Name-
Tesmarin Nicole Schweitz
Nickname-
Tess
Age-
19 (acts older, is rather short)
Country-
The good ol' USA
Occupation-
Fixed computers with her father.
Sexuality-
Straight
Vehicle-
Does not have one
Supplies-
A small pistol with sufficient ammunition, flare gun, first aid kit (minor pain killers as well), radio, a few dried goods but is running low on food.
Weapons-
Her father's pistol, anything she can use to bash zombie skulls.
Habits-
Tends to overthink, bites her thumbnail, hugs people often.
Likes-
Reading, outsmarting seemingly hopeless odds, getting head shots on zombies, the smell of cigarettes (reminds her of her mother and father).
Dislikes-
Peoples who crack under pressure, idiots, feeling afraid.
Family status-
Mother and father committed suicide by firing 9mm rounds into their brains shortly after the zombie problem began. (dead, obviously)
Advantages of having her in a group-
She's adorable, a fast runner, doesn't crack under pressure, is willing to protect others but is not an idiot about it.
Disadvantages-
She is not physically strong and tends to be rather antisocial (the story is completely different if she begins to trust you), if she trusts you she may become a bit huggy, has insomnia.
Bio-
Tesmarin was from a very protective, loving family but never really got the hang of socializing with others. She finds this is a good thing seeing as how basically everyone she would've come to know would now want to eat her flesh. She has many scars from being a reckless child growing up, but nothing too bad. She was always distant towards others, finding that her opinions greatly differed from what others considered normal. Instead of changing her thoughts, Tess decided it was best to simply avoid talking to people in general. She has now locked herself inside a store and stays mostly there, but is running low on supplies. She aims mostly to survive and lives by the motto 'The only way I will die is by a bullet to the brain. My terms.'
Appearance-
Long brown hair that she usually keeps tied up in a ponytail to keep it out of her way. Large, expressive eyes that are a mixture of chocolately brown and a dark green. They are almost never seen without her thick glasses, but when they are, they still show her intelligence. Tess is fairly short and rather small, because of this she runs fast but has little physical strength.
Theme/Favorite song
Stuff is Messed Up by The Offspring

Name: Nikolai. D. Shade
Nicknames: Wolf, Vulf, PT625
Age: 19
Country: Russia
Ethnicity: Russian (with accent)
Sexuality: cyborg
Occupation: Weapons Merchant in Moskow
Vehicle: Military H1 Humvee
Equipment: Bouey knife, multi-tool, 3 canteens, Dragunov sniper rifle, Kiparis Sub machine gun, Makarov Silenced pistol, all clothes seen in pic, Bottle of Cyanide tablets
Skills: stress releaf, can provide home made cigs, good at recon, stealthy, very accurate
Habits: keeps a playing card on his wrist for good luck, licks his bullets as he puts them in the clip of his dragunov
Likes: screaming "BOOM!" after a headshot, throwing knives, tricking zombies, vodka
Dislikes: rooms with no windows, rooms with less then two doors, low places, close quarters
Bio: Nikolai has had no memory ever since the apocolypse began, he does not know what he is, his only memory is fake; one of a family he once had that he watched get torn apart by some mutated zombie, he has one bad leg and has always been known to be the one to carry the most inventory, he has an unknown power you may find out if you meet him.

Name: Connor McCallister

Nickname: Con Man, Conan

Age: 26

Ethnicity: Caucasian, Irish

Sexuality: Straight

Vehicle: 1987 Ford F150 Ex. Cab, Long Bed

Supplies: Carton of Cigs, Classified Gov. Tech Gauntlet, Classified Gov. Tech Thermal/NVG Goggles, NanoBots, NanoChips, Nanites, (6) Medkits, Alice Bag full of rations and ammo, ERB Bot (Bomb defusing robot, can be used for unmanned recon and surveillance), Reapair tools and Soldering gun

Weapons: M4A1 Carbine (holographic sight, Dual mag, Forgrip, Tac. Sling, Tac. Laser, Tac. Light and suppressor), Dual Kukris, Marines K-Bar, .44 Magnum

Personality: Thick irish accent, Calm, collected, Friendly and polite

Habits: Strategising, Debating, arguing (to relieve stress)

Disabilities: none

Likes: Story Telling, Philosophy, Blowing things up and watching zombies blow up

Dislikes: Cowards, Idiots, Antagonists, and Zombies (wife and 3 month old son were eaten alive.

Family Status: Widowed

Job: U.S Gov. Black Forces and Counter Terrorism Sqaudron

Bio: Was born, raised in Ireland. Moved to the U.S because of job placement. Explosives, Survival, Chemical weapons and Advanced Technologies Expert!

Name: Daemon Tru
Nickname: None
Age: 21
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Sexuality:Heterosexual
Vehicle:GSX1250FA (It's a Suzuki Motorcycle)
Supplies: A backpack full of parts for his guns( barrels, clips, suppressors, stocks, bullets, Etc.) A backpack full of rations and medical supplies, Gas mask, Binoculars, a couple of pocket knives, and the military's standard equipment under his jacket and pants (When I say standard equipment I'm talking about the stuff they use when they go to war, like bullet-proof vest and the rest of the stuff like that)
Weapons: G3, PSG1, and a Combat Knife
Personality: Daemon is an anti-social person who is quick to distrust someone and only begins to trust people through time. He is also quite cold and rarely seen with a smile or a cheerful attitude. Daemon also hates to stay in one place to long so most often it would seem like he deserts the person he is traveling with to go alone.
Habits: Daemon has the habit of only using weapons made by Heckler and Koch as if he sees one he will almost always grab it and stick it in one of his backpacks or hid it in a pocket. Daemon has the habit of deserting people as he does not like to stay in one spot for to long.
Disabilities: N/A
Likes: Heckler and Koch made weapons, watching sane people try to deal with insane people, listening to people tell story's, and modifying his guns.
Dislikes: Having to deal with insane people himself, his name, people who are all talk, and non-Heckler and Koch weapons. Daemon also dislikes taking off his gas mask as it is one of the only things he has to remember his dad by.
Family Status: Dead
Bio: Daemon's growing up life was mainly centered around the military. His dad was a commander of a training squadron. Since Daemon's dad had to go to the firing range with the trainees frequently he began to take Daemon and teach him all about the weapons. By the age of 15 he could use all sorts of weapons and could also dismantle the weapons and put them back together. When the outbreak started Daemon was at the firing range with his dad where they were talking about Daemon's future and if the military would be a good idea for him. When the zombies started swarming the firing range Daemon and his dad ran to the armory where they grabbed their weapons. Eventually Daemon's dad got infected and Daemon ended up killing him himself. Daemon then took his gear and started randomly wandering around doing whatever he can to survive.

Name: Tom
Nickname: Deuce
Age: 23
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Sexuality: Straight
Vehicle: NA
Supplies: MedKit, Rations, Water
Weapon(s): Bow + Arrows, unknown supernatural powers he must figure out himself
Personality: Quiet until he's friends with that person, Mysterious, Steadfast, Defender
Habits: Kisses his arrows for good luck
Disabilities: NA
Likes: Candy, Soda
Dislikes: Mushrooms, Coffee
Family Status: Unknown, presumed dead
Bio: Tom is not an everyday average adult, he has received military training and martial arts. He grew up in a rougher part of the neighborhood as a boy. His parents through him out of the house when he was young where he learned how to survive on his own, finding a man to take him in. The man was an ex-army Delta Force operative who taught Tom everything he knew, after living with this man a few years the plague broke out, he took Tom to safety and went to join in the defense of the city. It's unknown if he's still alive and fighting the zombie hordes.