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Post by Stormcrescent on Jan 8, 2017 0:00:36 GMT -5
Caleb Chase / 24 / Male / Scavenger / (Stormcrescent) A handsome tall young adult with jet black hair he usually has to push out of his face. He's 6'0 and 150 pounds, and is very lean and well built. He wears glasses that he usually has to push up his face because they don't fit quite right. He has intense blue eyes and a flirty smile. His tattoo is on his chest, usually visible when he wears a shirt with a low or open collar. He's very creative and clever, and is usually caught zoning out or daydreaming when someone boring is talking to him. He tends to crack jokes at the most inappropriate time, sometimes getting him punched. He can be very flirty and he sometimes does things that could get him killed. But he's a very generous and thoughtful, likable person. His parents were Alexander Chase and Cassandra Smith. He will eventually grow a crush for Layla. Caleb is the only child of Alexander Chase and Cassandra Smith, who went through a nasty divorce when he was nine. He spent most of his time at his dad's house, but he was spending time with his mom when the apocalypse hit them. She was very quickly killed, right in front of Caleb, who managed to escape. He was on his own for months until he found the fort. He's dyslexic.
Liam Solstice/ 29 / Male / Outsider / (Stormcrescent) He's handsome, with a chiseled jaw and deep, dark brown eyes. He has the same exact tan skin as his sister Amity, and although her features are very soft and gentle and his are bold and strong, the two look quite similar. Liam is 6'2 and weighs 200 pounds, but most of it is muscle. He has wavy chestnut hair that constantly falls in his face, desperately needing cut. He has dimples on both cheeks and a bright smile. He has no tattoo. Liam is very serious and doesn't appreciate immaturity and selfishness. He likes to take care of others, offering help in any way he can. He's very protective of things he cares about, especially his family. He's a very hard worker and is very stubborn when it comes to quitting. His parents are Johnathan Solstice and Amelia Solstice. His siblings are Andrew, Amity, and Bradley. He has no crush. Liam was studying to be a physical trainer when the apocalypse hit. He was also trying to help his parents through their divorce, trying to convince them to work things out instead of splitting. When the walkers swarmed their home town, he tried to save everyone. His parents were instantly surrounded, and Andrew eventually suffered the same fate. Eventually it was just Liam, and his fourteen year-old brother Bradley. The two of them tried surviving on their own. In one of the harsher winters, Bradley eventually fell asleep, and never woke up. Liam was on his own. He was trying to find his way to the school he knew Amity was enrolled in; he needed to make sure she was still alive. He will eventually find his way to the fort.
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rat
don't hold me accountable for any characters i created when i was 16
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Post by rat on May 1, 2017 13:30:40 GMT -5
Okay I took a lot longer than expected, but I finished them! Ugh this took me waaaaay too long)
Leon (Lion) McGregor / 20 / Male / Fighter / (Katzu) Leon definitely lives up to his nickname, strong and sinewy with shaggy blonde hair and golden brown eyes. His teeth are surprisingly white, so when he smiles it’s like someone just dumped pearls on a dark tan background. His eyes are exceptionally shiny, with a few silvery flecks and spots, ombreing to a dark amber at the edges of his iris and around his pupil. Leon has a lean frame, but is very strong, so don't underestimate him. He has a single scar running from the corner of his left eye to his collarbone on his left side, from just when the zombie outbreak was beginning and he was trying to loot a store to get food for himself and his family, but a biker gang had gotten there first. His tattoo sits on his collarbone, next to his scar, sort of a symbol to show that no matter how badly he’s hurt, he will always be loyal to Fort Steel. He prefers to wear a brown leather jacket, a white polo and a pair of grey sweats with black boots, but this varies depending on his mood. Leon is courageous, but certainly not stupid. He will take risks, but he can tell when something is too dangerous, but if someone he cares about is in danger, he'll throw caution to the winds to save them. Leon tends to be rather protective, but it's in his caring nature to need to know everyone's ok. He enjoys being with people he is close to and considers everyone in the fort his family, although he is closer to some than he is to others. His temper is inclined to flare though, and no-one wants to be on his bad side. He also tends to be bossy sometimes, which really peeves people off, but he knows when he's too close to crossing the line, and knows when to stop, otherwise someone would have killed him out of pure frustration by now. He had an older brother called James, but he died in the same fight that ensued after the gang had given Leon his scar, and his parents just disappeared. He has a crush on Kayla and has for quite a while now, but he’s too shy and scared to tell her, for now. Leon was born into a reasonably wealthy family in the outskirts of the city, which makes him used to loud, busy streets and peaceful, quiet woods, and likes both just the same. When the disease struck, robbers, gangs and looters went wild, sending the family out of their home and into the city streets as homeless people, or, to put it roughly, ‘hobos’. That’s when Leon and his brother started looting shops and homes themselves, only for survival, although it was tempting to take more than was needed. When the city really started to be overrun, James started trying to clear out stores and homes, trying to find somewhere to make into a house for their family, and Leon started stealing more, which lead to their run-in with the gang, James’s death, and when Leon went back to tell his parents, they had disappeared. No-one knows where they are now, but he still holds onto the hope they could be alive.
Sam Williams / 18 / Male / Blacksmith / (Katzu) Sam is what girls dream about, slightly shaggy, dirty-blonde hair, dark, chocolate brown eyes with golden streaks, lightly tanned skin and a smile to die for. He isn’t tall, but isn’t short, not fat, nor skinny, he’s strong, but doesn’t show off about it, and he’s smart, but not a nerd. He is kind of quiet and stays to the back and on the edges whenever he’s in a group, but he likes being with friends and tends to be very flirty at times. He always has a hint of arrogance under his easygoing personality, and he holds an anager inside him covered by a shell of smiles. He has a smooth jawline, but unlike lots of guys his age, he doesn't have a beard, not even a stubble. His tattoo is on his upper back, just below his shoulder blades. He has one other tattoo, a climbing rose with white flowers, which curls around the dove and the skull, this wasn't originally meant to happen, as he got the rose tattoo before the Fort Steel one, but it was the perfect fit and he decided he would have his two tattoos together. He was an only child, born to two parents, but by the time he was only two years old he had only one. He can’t even remember what his father looked like, but he took his mother's word for the fact he looks almost exactly like him, but with larger muscles and a light stubble around his chin and jawline. But when he thinks of his father, the only image he has in mind is a grave with the same white roses he has tattooed on his back, his mother with her hands cupped to her face, sobbing. He has no crush yet, but we’ll see how it plays out, although he's never really had any romantic interest. He was born into a normal family, except for the fact his father liked to gamble and owed a lot of money, hence his death, the culprit was never found, but there were plenty of suspects that Sam still holds a gruge against to this day. The disease came around and Sam did what he could to protect his mother, Lila, but she died. She is buried somewhere in the woods, and Sam sometimes visits her wildflower covered grave.
Felicia (Ferret) Briar / 16 / Female / Scavenger / (Katzu) Ferret is pretty small and slim, standing at only 4'13" , but she doesn't let people push her around because of this. Long, fawn colored hair tumbles down her back in light waves, reaching all the way past her hips, and her fringe usually hangs over her face with her eyes glaring out at the world. The tips of her hair are dyed a shocking, electric blue, although it is fading over time. She has a large scar on her right foot and a huge that scar slices from her left shoulder to her right hip, straight across her back. Her tattoo is on her upper right arm, just below her elbow and just above her wrist. Now, her eyes may seem blue, but really they’re a strange mixture of colors. Dark teal mixed with ocean blue surrounds her pupil, ombreing to a the shade of the sky, which then darkens to an electric, midnight blue around the edges. Her eyes never stay the same, though, but always stay in the blue color chart, occasionally varying to greenish or purplish shades. Her preferred outfit is of dark clothes, but the style mainly depends on her mood. She often wears a dark trench coat, with pockets, slots and straps lining the inside to keep her various weapons of destruction in, and when she’s wearing this coat you can be sure she’s fully armed. She only has one pair of shoes, a pair of fully black converses with small silver spikes on the toes and heels, and although they are in the style of the classic sneaker, instead of being made of canvas, they consist of pitch black leather, making them just as strong as a pair of boots. She wears a black polo and a pair of jeggings that are the same shade, but her top and pants change between a cowl top and a shirt, and a pair of leather tights. Although Ferret seems really tough, she suffers from severe Aquaphobia and Thalassophobia, rain only makes her slightly uncomfortable, and only in large amounts that could cause floods, but large bodies of water such as ponds, rivers, lakes, streams and oceans terrify her out of her wits. But, if you happen to mention her phobias and/or tease her about it, she will physically hurt you. Ferret is inclined to be stubborn, sarcastic and lash out at people, but she enjoys a good laugh and taking risks and putting herself in danger gives her a thrill. She’s rude and snappy, and will stand up to anyone, no matter how much power they may hold over her. Some people say she has a demon hidden inside her, ready to leap out at any moment, and people are very careful to hold their tongue around her and not to get on her bad side. She’s unafraid of people, and will actually hurt you if you annoy her, you can mess with her all you want and only get punched a few times, but mess with those she cares for and her inner demon will be released. Ferret, like her both her nicknames suggest, is mischievous, crazy, a daredevil, cheeky and always up for a challenge. She loves to cause confusion, as it entertains her, but underneath her mental, hard personality she has a soft heart full of love and affection, and is extremely loyal and a valuable ally. She holds little respect for most people, but will deeply respect and value you if you earn it, deserve it, or she just decides to like you. Ferret likes to use an axe, usually one that resembles an ancient double axe, with swirled engravings, but she uses a large range of weapons, most kept in her room, others lining the inside of her coat, but despite the weight she is still quick, agile and light on her feet, and an expert tree climber. Ferret has, surprisingly enough, a pet ferret (more of a partner in crime, but you know what I mean) called Trelós, the Greek word for crazy. She also has a mutt called Krýo (the Greek word for cold) that seems to be a cross between a fox, a wolf, a dalmatian, a polar bear and a Russian Blue (which is, of course, impossible, but that's what he looks like) with his thick, fluffy white pelt speckled with grey, blue and black, his silvery blue eyes, pointed ears, feathery tail, and black skin underneath his soft fur, no-one is sure what breed he is. She had only her sister, Jade, before the whole ‘zombie apocalypse’ thing started, and her sister just disappeared, leaving Ferret on her own. She deliberately forgot her history, so all anyone really knows is that it was a bad one, and has something to do with the scar on her back, which few people have ever seen. She earned her nickname from her slyness, stealth and cheek, and she hates being called by her real name, as it brings up memories of the past, so don't call her Felicia. Ever.
Tyra Sylvester / 18 / Female / Fighter / (Katzu) Tyra is slim and lithe, with an athletic build, slight curves and a dark tan. Her long black hair cascades down to her lower back, so dark it seems to have a blue sheen, and a single green streak runs from her left ear to the bottom of her hair. Her deep, dark green, almost black eyes paling to a shamrock color around the edges and around her pupil with gold streaks and flecks seem to gaze right into your soul and know all your secrets before you even know them yourself. Her eyes, as well as seeming mysterious, are clever and sly, with always the faint hint of laughter beneath. But don't let her quiet appearance fool you; Tyra is a deadly opponent, light and quick on her feet, yet strong and muscular at the same time. She has a very strategic mind, something Walkers don't have, and almost lightning fast reflexes. She will fight you. Tyra is terrified of heights, and her whole body will freeze up with her fear, but as long as she stays close to the ground, where she belongs, she'll be fine. She's inclined to snap and is angered easily, but she cools down just as fast as she gets furious. Uhhh, Tyra is a little bit crazy. She likes to take risks and is a bit of an adrenalin junkie, and enjoys dangerous situations, death doesn't scare her and she'll fight anything, and I mean anything, until one of them is dead or her opponent gives is. She is the definition of stubborn. Many people liken her to a hyena, with her constant slightly snarling grin and her insane laugh, as well as her dark skin and eyes. Her tattoo is at the base of her spine, the top just peeking over the waistband of her pants, which are usually leather tights. She likes to wear a green cowl top and a black leather jacket over top, with a leather belt to hold her weapons. Tyra tends to be shy, but around her friends she is humorous, friendly, funny and outgoing. She likes to walk in the woods, usually alone, just climbing trees and exploring. She carries a 10 mm Automatic Glock (A pistol, to put it bluntly) in her belt everywhere she goes, along with a large hunting knife and magazines of ammo, mainly because she barely ever goes anywhere with a partner, except the mall. She doesn't really care about her family or her life before Fort Steel, she only really remembers her mother Colette, because her father died before Tyra was born.
Solaine Deviant / 18 / Female / Outsider (Will probably join the fort later and become a Fighter) / (Katzu) Jet black hair with a faint blue sheen cascades down her back, stopping just below her hips. This, along with slanted eyebrows, high cheekbones and a slender build give her an exotic look, and the fact she can speak fluent Egyptian makes her seem even more like a desert lady. But don't be fooled by her sweet, beautiful outside. Underneath her smooth, brown skin her muscles and strong and hard from running for her life for the last ten years. She is agile and a good climber, but her left leg was injured badly when she was a young child, so she isn't a super fast runner. Her good leg is stronger than a normal leg because she has to use it more than the other and it makes up for her left legs weakness. She is quite light for her age, so she has practiced scaling small was, drainpipes and other climbable things so she's very skilled with those sorts of things, which gives her an option for escaping that isn't running. Since she lives on the run and has never stayed in one place for very long, she only has one outfit; a pair of black and white marbled Dr Martens, along with black leather tights and a black belt, a grey cowl top and a darker grey hoodie give her a casual outfit, but a gold band around her neck, scattered with tiny black gems, golden bangles on her wrists and golden earrings embedded with onyx give her a more royal look. Leather straps criss cross over her body, with sheaths to hold many weapons, mostly knives, daggers and other small blades. Although she is a nice person, and will help you if you get in trouble, Solaine’s cold, hard outlook on life tends to get her categorized as an evil person. Really, she’s dedicated, loyal and loving once you get to know her, but to most she comes across as judgemental, uncaring, pessimistic and grumpy. Sarcasm is her natural reaction, and due to her catlike emotions, she occasionally considers herself to be higher than everyone else, and is inclined to be arrogant. Solaine has an extreme sweet tooth, so you could easily bribe her with candy, although you wouldn’t be able to buy her loyalty. She respects and values a few select people, and in order to gain her trust you have to have either known her for a very long time and never done anything bad to her, or be one of those people she immediately bonds with. Solaine is brutally honest and not afraid to get in trouble. If she does something wrong she'll own up to it, but only if her deed is discovered and someone asks her if it was her. But she lives in the present and deliberately forgets her past, so don't remind her of past mistakes or she'll either give you the finger and walk off or hit you with a heavy, blunt object. She's pretty resilient and stubborn, and can stand high levels of pain before she finally gives in. She won't hesitate to injure or kill anyone that threatens her, but that doesn't mean she enjoys killing because she actually doesn't like to, but she's hostile and wary of strangers, and her hard life has taught her that you can never be too careful. She's an expert in sarcasm, dry humor and always has an insult up her sleeve, and often seems cruel and harsh. She tends to have huge mood swings, one minute being quiet and friendly, the next threatening to bash your head in with her mallet. She has a kind of soft side, but it went into hiding when the disease spread around and her family was killed, so who knows who may bring it out again? Solaine is always prepared for anything, and afraid of almost nothing. Although she's uncaring and does crazy things sometimes, she's a loyal friend and wouldn't betray her friend for anything, even under the threat of death, so you can mess with her all you want, but don't mess with her friends or she will be after you. She has a soft spot for animals and animals seem to have a soft spot for her, and she prefers the company of wild creatures to humans. Some people say she's mentally unstable, due to the fact that she goes crazy when she's fighting and isn't afraid of death, but she isn't. Just don't let her get her hand on a chainsaw. Along with the straps on her body, two sheaths holding twin katanas sit at her belt, within easy reach, these blades are her favoured weapons, as the engravings in the steel resemble cats, slashing and clawing, and black gems cover the hilt. These were originally a gift from her grandfather, who took a pair of old katanas and decorated them. Solaine belonged to a very wealthy family, who lived out of the city in a large mansion. Her parents, Renee and Tyson, were very generous people and helped homeless and poor people whenever they could. She also had a sister called Sabine, but she, her parents and her grandfather were killed in the early stages of the zombie apocalypse. She has a pet, a grey, cream and orange tortoiseshell she-cat with golden, fading to green eyes called Ember. She has had Ember since she was a kitten so has trained her to come to her call and always stay close to her.
Griffin Patmore/19/Male/Outsider/ (Katzu) Griffin has light brownish, reddish-auburn hair that falls slightly past the tops of his ears in a wavy, tangled mess, slightly covering his dark chocolate eyes. A soft fuzz of facial hair, barely visible, hugs his chin and jawline, a slightly lighter shade of his hair, blending into his faintly tanned skin. His preferred outfit is a black shirt, a black leather jacket and brown leather belt with black jeans and sneakers. He also carries a dark leather satchel over his shoulder, where he keeps extra food, a knife and any other supplies he might need, wherever he’s going. Griffin is stubborn, rude, secretive, sarcastic, and couldn’t give less of a crap about other people's problems. He’ll respect you if you deserve it, but peeve him off and he’ll hold a grudge forever. He doesn’t have patience for idiots, and will only explain something once, so if you don’t get it the first time, oh well, too bad. He has a real sailor's mouth (I will replace all of his rude words with [curse]) and when other people complain about it to him, he’ll either give them a ruge gesture or ask them “If you would kindly realise I don’t give a [curse], you could maybe… I don’t know… [curse] off?”. Griffin has a heavy Scottish accent, but speaks clear english, especially when he’s trying to tell someone something (Usually asking them to [curse] off in a not-so-polite manner) or he’s extremely frustrated or angry. He carries a plain wooden baseball bat wherever he goes, and can tuck it into his belt when he doesn’t need it. Back at his hometown in Scotland, everyone was very superstitious (Excluding him, a firm Atheist and realist), so he was kicked out when it was discovered he was left handed (apparently a sign of ‘evil spirits, demons and witchcraft!’ according to the foolish priest) and his parents had been hiding it to protect him. They were allowed to stay in the town, for being ‘only blind and foolish’ (once again, according to the priest), but Griffin was thrown into the wilderness at only nine, thankfully he’d gained enough knowledge to survive, and he left the country as soon as he could, only to find himself in the middle of the apocalypse.
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