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Name: Dani “Doc” Bocanegra Age: 42 years old Pronouns: She/Her Hometown: San Francisco, California Occupation before the Infection: Physician with the U.S. Army Role within the Caravan: Medical Team FC: Zoe Saldana

Biography:

tw: mentions of gore

Before the infection.

Dani used to be a wild child, Always got into trouble with her parents and superiors. She was never afraid to speak her mind since the age of 3. If she did not get what she wanted she’d run off, make her parents worry sick about her, till they find her probably eating fried chicken with an old woman at the KFC across the street. Besides her mischievous ways, Dani had a pretty normal family. Her mother stayed at home, taking care of the house and raising both Dani and her little brother Felix, and her father was in the Army as a Captain, working in a nearby base in San Francisco. 

Of course she grew out of her vexatious ways in her early teens, and became more disciplined by joining karate classes, participating in ROTC club at school, Science club which helped her ambition of becoming a doctor, and was a skilled defensive midfielder in soccer. Dani had a small circle of acquaintances which she hung out with here and there, but she was always known to keep her best friend Edward Krikorian close.

At the age of 17, a day after her graduation, Dani’s father had passed away suddenly in his sleep, it so happened he passed from a brain aneurysm and there was nothing that could have been done about it. Still, the loss of her father had her sights set on joining the military and accelerating her medical studies through the Army. First she went through medical school to become a surgeon, 9 years later after earning her PhD, she enlisted in the Army medical corps, and after intensive training and being deployed as a field medic in Afghanistan she was ranked the title of surgeon general, a high honor in the US Army.

When she had time to have a life. She moved to Nevada, married a fellow soldier and had a baby girl, Sofia. She was happy. Successful and she felt that she had meaning in both her private and professional life.

The Outbreak.

Her daughter, only 5 yrs old, was left with her grandmother while Dani and her husband Jesse were stationed at the army base in Hamilton, Nevada. Dani was flustered with calls from the white house and the pentagon. Talks of a deadly outbreak and how she should be joining them at the Pentagon, for it is natural for the General surgeon to be around during emergency situations such as this.

She was about to leave in a helicopter sent by the president but at its arrival the helicopter swerved and smashed into one of the nearby buildings. Soon enough the base was flooded with the infected. Dani and Jesse decided there was no hope for the base and thus decided to stick together to survive.

They packed up their belongings, picked up their weapons and medical kits, and planned an escape route out of the army base. So far all has gone as planned but they did not expect the mob of zombies by the exit. Tired and almost out of ammo they did their best to keep up their footing and use less of their gunfire to make it out. Finally when it seemed they’d be free and set out to a new survival plan, Jesse got lost in the mob and snatched by the Zombies, a few already biting down on his arm and leg. Dani turned and ran back towards him to help, but he yelled back “No"  whilst he freed himself and ran towards the gate, reaching not for Dani but towards a button that closed the gate. That day, Dani lost her husband and found herself alone and lost.

Finding the Caravan.

Dani was almost out of resources, her canteen down to just one more sip of water and there were a few bites of beef jerky left. Her goal? San Francisco, where she had left her daughter and mother with hope that they both may be still alive. 

She knew that the chances of making it to San Francisco with what she had was slim to none, so she mentally prepared herself for her death. The heat was too much, she was thirsty and incredibly hungry, she thought she saw shelter ahead, her hopes showing upon her tired face but then doubt set in and calling it a mirage as her steps began to slow again. 

A figure then slowly approached her, she stopped walking and tried to use what was left of her strength to stay standing so she may get a good look at this stranger. /Was it human or a zombie, is this it?/ she told herself. As soon as the figure came closer. she dropped her bags and fell to her knees, the last thing she sees was eyes, eyes that were familiar to her. before passing out.  

The next day she woke up in a makeshift infirmary, The man who found her sitting near. He quickly turned to face her once she woke "Ed?”

Now reunited with her childhood friend and surrounded by other survivors who also had their own personal goals, Dani had positioned herself as the Caravan’s surgeon, using her skill to heal, scout for proper medicine and try to save the lives of those who fought so hard to stay alive.

positive personality traits: scrupulous, determined, intelligent, fierce

negative personality traits: stubborn, direct, restless, defensive

played by Orlik, She/Her

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Name: Fletcher Bennett Age: 27 years old Pronouns: He/Him Hometown: Henderson, Nevada Occupation before the Infection: Bartender/Ex-Paramedic Role within the Caravan: Medical Team FC: Logan Lerman

Biography:

tw. mentions of alcoholism, teen pregnancy, mentions of suicide

Before the Infection.

Fletcher started life in a struggle - with his umbilical cord wrapped tightly around his neck and no heartbeat detected. With precision and haste, the medical staff were able to resuscitate and save the couple’s fourth born son before it was too late. Of course, Fletch has no recollection of nearly dying the day he was born. His earliest memories include sprawling fields, rolling around in the grass, playing tag with his older brothers and sister, their border collie Charlie barking as he chased his little human through the fields of green. One of his saddest memories was burying Charlie under the shade of the weeping willow in the backyard.

Fletcher grew up in Silverthorne, Colorado, but only because he didn’t have a choice in the matter. His father was a cattle and free-range chicken farmer. It wasn’t glamorous work, but it paid the bills. Of course, he wanted his sons to follow his footsteps, and that is the only reason Fletcher has any sort of idea how to ride a horse (somewhat), handle cattle (poorly), and shoot a gun (he only managed to handle a handful of coyotes this way, the rest he missed). It was about at twelve years old, Fletcher learned something about himself.

He didn’t really belong anywhere.

Not that Fletcher is property, and he was never treated as such. But he had no idea what he was doing, or if there was potential beyond the field of his parents’ farm in Silverthorne. He knew he didn’t belong there. At the best he’s just an extra hand to help on the farmland. It’s all he’s ever known.

At fourteen, Fletcher walks off the farm. Partially because as he’d know his entire life, his dad became more of a drunk who got nasty, and Fletcher really doesn’t have the patience for animal agriculture anymore. So, in an almost childish fit that he packs his duffel bag and just begins to walk off without looking back. Once he reached the bus station, Fletch’ hopped on a bus to head about 70 miles East to Denver. This just about destroyed his relationship with his father, who angrily told him that their house didn’t have a revolving door.

Jumping ship to head to the city life wasn’t a poorly planned escape. Fletcher did have a cousin six years older than him looking for a roommate to cover the rent in their apartment. It was the opportune moment for him to get out of the rural life and immerse himself in a busier, more exciting routine. Denver wasn’t New York City, but going from a town with a population of barely 4,500 to a city with 716,000 citizens was quite the difference. The change brought with it a feeling of refreshing hope. Just, at fourteen, Fletcher didn’t have any idea of what type of life he wanted to pursue. All he knew was home school Monday through Friday, feeding chickens and collecting eggs, bringing the cattle before sunset, and sitting on the porch and sharing a pint of whiskey with his brothers at the end of a long day.

Enrolling in public school was quite the experience, but Fletcher’s submissive behavior made it easy for him to just hide in the background to get through most days. While isolation isn’t great for anyone’s social life, it was decided that it was the best route while adapting to a faster-paced life – which he did diligently. He struggled with Cs, the occasional D, and even fewer B grades on his report card. He only ever received an A in gym class, but that never truly counted. He didn’t join after school activities and spent most of his time just reading comic books on the ground of the local bookstore.

At sixteen, Fletch’ made his first friend. The circle grew with three more people over the course of the following few months, and the summer before his junior year was less lonely than the one previously. It was then that Fletcher felt like he was fitting in. They weren’t his siblings, but somehow, he found he liked them more. They brought to him stories from around the country, for the girl who wasn’t in Denver her entire life and the boy who traveled to the Caribbean with his parents on holiday. They also brought excitement in late night adventures that involved getting drunk on the hiking trails on the city outskirts or filling up on fast food from the drive thru. Just before he turned seventeen in March of 2010, he experienced his first high school romance. It was fun and breath taking and about when Fletcher realized he’d never been happier that he walked off his parents’ farm just two years ago.

As Fletcher neared graduation, there was promise of all things good. He felt invincible, almost, until his partner presented to him a positive pregnancy test. It was a curve ball he wasn’t prepared for, and suddenly all those college applications meant nothing to him. After the initial shock, Fletcher was actually… excited. Just barely eighteen, and he was already going to start a family. It worked for his parents who had their first child around the same age, so why wouldn’t it be good news for him?

Graduation came and went, and Fletcher applied to pursue an associate degree at the community college of Denver. With mediocre grades and no attempt to apply for scholarships, it was his best bet. Things felt to be on track until he and his partner had a falling out. The reason being they admitted they weren’t ready to be a parent and admitted they scheduled for an abortion. He felt heartbroken, angry almost, and they fought due to his selfish need to tell them to cancel it. But in the end, Fletch’ knew it wasn’t his choice. The fight had lasting damage on their relationship and his high school sweetheart slipped through his fingers.

Newly single life was tough to adapt to, but it did come easy once the sting of rejection wore off. He didn’t become a playboy, per se, but he did enjoy the occasional hook-up and indulged in partying. After one year in community college, he dropped out and found himself lost on where he wanted to go with his life. With the settling thought of entering law enforcement, Fletcher began researching more in the emergency response field. Soon the idea of becoming a police officer turned into a firefighter, and then eventually he found he might be interested in becoming a paramedic. He tested this out by volunteering on the Denver Emergency Squad at nineteen while earning money as a dish washer at bar. By the following year he found inspiration to pursue becoming a paramedic. That plan was dashed when the weekend social outings became too much, and Fletcher was reported for showing up continuously to volunteer hung over and, as the document stated, ‘smelling of hard liquor’.

He didn’t have a problem with addiction, just an issue of being a little hedonistic and irresponsible. That was what he’d insist, anyway. With all the knowledge he had from his experience on the squad and the half-completed paramedic course, Fletcher moved on to use that knowledge to become…

A bartender.

It wasn’t the self-fulfilling route that would give him a purpose, but it did give him enough money to move out of his cousin’s apartment and get his own little studio. He was back at square one. Fletcher was useful, he told himself. The problem was he was only useful until someone else decided that he wasn’t and then he had to go. It annoyed him beyond limits. So, Fletcher kept searching. There was a restlessness over him, along with perhaps expectations that were too large. He couldn’t help himself with that, however.

So, he would wander, figuratively, until Fletcher could find what he was looking for. Sooner or later something had to feel right. Something had to eventually give him a purpose.

The Outbreak.

Except half a decade later, he realized he would never discover his life’s ‘meaning’. To be fair, he never was on track, but the outbreak definitely made it impossible.

Fletcher was in Las Vegas during the outbreak. He was there celebrating a bachelor party as one of the groomsmen of his best friend. What was supposed to be celebratory quickly turned into a nightmare as infection ran rampant across the nation. New stations broadcasted mind-blowing infection rates, and they only managed to make it to a motel outside of Vegas. Four out of five of them made it to bunker down there, but days became weeks. They ate through the vending machine supply of chips, and the nearby gas station’s shelves were cleared by them and other passerby alike just trying to find a bite to eat.

As their food source grew scarce, the four of them knew they needed to travel further to find supplies. The water was running, for now, but eventually they needed to eat more than energy bars. The nearest grocery store was a twenty-minute drive out. Fletcher stayed back to keep guard over their space as the other three headed out. He never expected that they’d return in a panic after they encountered the undead and one of them was bitten. As the fever overtook the one, the other two friends figured that with Fletcher’s experience as an EMT and knowledge from partially completing paramedic school gave him enough knowledge about what to do. Which… Fletcher did try. He bandaged the bite, tried his best to help, until he inevitably passed.

Panic took over that motel room as three of them began arguing. Over what, Fletcher doesn’t remember. It was during the yelling and panic that the dead friend rose, hungry and determined to feed. It, whatever it was, caught them off guard and managed to bite Fletcher’s best friend. They scrambled out of the room and locked the door behind them. When his best friend started to develop a fever, Fletcher and the last guy out of the group fled, leaving him behind to pass alone against the door of their motel room. Within a month it was down to just the two of them, and Fletcher already felt like soon it would be one.

Finding the Caravan.

Sometime in September what Fletcher feared happened. Only, he was the one alone. What was horrible about the incident was that it wasn’t even the undead that got ahold of his buddy. It was stress, exhaustion and fear that ate them alive, and it was after scouting the woods that Fletcher found the body with a splatter of coagulating blood against the wall. He would have thrown up, or at least dry-heaved considering his stomach was nearly empty, if not for the fact he’d seen a similar scene when on call many years before. Despite that, the chill and fear of loneliness set in instantly, sending a shiver up his spine. His fingers trembled while he collected the gun from their hand, and then collected their bags to leave. The gunshot would attract any zombies that could hear it, and he guessed he didn’t have much time to hang around.

The car died a couple hours on the road with the gas tank begging to be filled. Unfortunately, Fletcher didn’t have any fuel on hand, so he set out on foot. For several days, he walked at sunrise, stopped at sunset and set up camp if he didn’t find structured shelter. He lost count of the days he’d been alone before he stumbled upon the group of survivors. It was scary knowing many were ready to kill for supplies, but with barely anything on him Fletcher approached, hands up to show he was unarmed and desperation in his eyes. He needed a stroke of luck after all that happened, and as all began to feel hopeless, he was handed this chance.

Fletcher was able to offer his limited medical expertise as compensation, as well as an able body to do any physical work. Despite not being proficient in all forms of medical aid it was better than nothing. Since joining, he had kept to himself, conversing as needed and just watching. Sometimes, his mind would go back to Colorado and his parents farm when he wished for more adventure and excitement. Then sometimes, he’d find himself cynically thinking about how whatever higher being had a cruel sense of humor to have given him just that.

positive personality traits:  protective, good natured, intuitive, observant

negative personality traits: skittish, compulsive, indulgent, melancholic

played by Xan, Them/Them

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Name: Jay Tiwari Age: 26 years old Pronouns: He/Him Hometown: Henderson, Nevada Occupation before the Infection: Emergency Medical Technician Role within the Caravan: Medical Team FC: Suraj Sharma

Biography:

tw: mentions of gore/death

Before the infection.

Jay was the middle of four children—he lived a quiet life just outside of a loud city, and he quite enjoyed it that way. He never needed much; he had his younger twin brothers, his older sister, and his parents. He was content with the attention falling on his older sister or younger brothers. Their parents’ expectations were high, but highest on their eldest and only daughter. When she unexpectedly ended up as a medical school drop out, they transferred the burden of high expectations on to their second eldest, Jay. Following the trend however, he quickly realized that medical school wasn’t for him, much like it wasn’t for his sister. In fact, he grew so overwhelmed with his head in so many books that he had panic attacks similar to that of his sister’s. He took an EMT class his first semester and fell in love with the aspect of medicine that he felt had the greatest impact in helping people.

He always got an elation from helping people. Even since Jay was young, when his brothers broke a dinner plate, he would take the blame so they would be off the hook. When his sister brought home a girl and his parents found out, he said she was his “secret girlfriend.” Knowing that he could give people the best shot at a second chance was what kept him going. He certainly didn’t become an EMT for the money. He was at it five years and the first year or so he wasn’t great at it. Luckily his partner was competent and patient with him. Jay found that he had a calming presence amidst ever-changing chaos. He was able to relate to his patients, and their families quickly trusted him.

Five years in the job and he was finally getting into the groove of things. He had just gotten himself his own apartment after saving up (furniture was to come later). While the job was ever-changing, there were aspects about it that would always be the same; he would be greeted each morning with a coffee from Natalie, spend Sundays at his parents’ house, and collapse on his air mattress on the carpeted floor while watching old reruns of American Dad. It was blissfully boring.

The Outbreak

And it was blissfully boring until Jay’s whole world was turned upside down. Jay always joked when he would watch movies about the apocalypse that if it were to happen to him, he would be the first to die. It came as a shock to him when that ended up not being the case. He expected that his background in the medical field certainly helped. He knows how to keep people alive—keep living people alive. It is the undead that he can’t understand, because there is no logic to them. He spends his off nights doing research, trying to understand how on Earth the world has come to this.

Still, when the attack happened, he knew it had hit them and there was no turning back. It was a constant worry he had, as he had heard about the spread other places but didn’t pay too much attention to it. The media tended to blow things out of proportion, and if it really was something to worry about, certainly the hospital he worked at would take necessary precautions. Right?

When he saw his partner almost lose her life trying to save someone else’s, he knew they had to run, and there was no turning back. He never said goodbye to his family. After seeing Natalie’s grandmother, he couldn’t do it. If he had lost his family, and he was almost certain he had, then he couldn’t bare to witness what had become of them. He goes on with his life, shoving the hope of them still being alive away. It is better that way. He knew if he ever saw them now he wouldn’t know what to do. Not turning back for them is a deep regret of his to this day, and probably will be for the rest of his life. Still, he is grateful to have Natalie by his side. After losing so many members of his family, he couldn’t bare to lose his best friend as well.

Finding the Caravan

He is not sure if Natalie realizes what running into the group that would later become the Caravan means to him. Jay doesn’t do well on his own. His large family makes sure that there are very few minutes he is kept by himself and his job requires him to sit in the back of a van all day with people. It’s actually made him very good at talking to strangers. In fact, any time there are new folks on board the Caravan, Jay will go out of his way to introduce himself, try and let them know the group was not a threat. If they have to be there, the least they can do is be kind. Jay is of the, perhaps naive mindset, that everyone should do their best to be civil with one another.

Jay knows the importance of his role on the Medical Team and is grateful that he can continue his life’s duty of helping people. He quickly settled into a similar routine to the one he had back before the infection. He still gets to work alongside Natalie every day, albeit the conditions are a bit worse. It’s almost as if things are sort of coming back to a sense of normalcy. But he gets more nervous as the days go on. He wasn’t able to help the woman in the back of the ambulance who had turned, and he is frightened that that was only the beginning. What good is wanting to help people if all you can do is watch them die?

Jay cultivated a little garden from leftover cans of beans and the little of the earth that can still grow. Not only does it help to provide medicinal herbs for treatment, but it also gives him a purpose. There is so much destruction in his life, in all of their lives—He takes great pride and respite in his little green corner of the world. Knowing that amidst all of the death, there can still be life. His mother used her garden to grow herbs and vegetables and his keeps him going, reminds him of her.

As an EMT, Jay would have to snag a nap whenever and wherever he could find one before sprinting awake in the case of an emergency. Therefore, he actually makes a pretty good Guard, and will sometimes take shifts if there is need. However, Jay always puts himself before others and does a pretty decent job at ignoring the calls of his own body, so his exhaustion is getting the best of him. Not only does he not sleep regularly, but when he does, he is often jolted up at night by a nightmare, or even the snapping of a tree branch. He is getting more on edge each day too, and hoping no one notices.

He has no plans of leaving the Caravan. He has seen people come and go, and grown used to that. But those who stay have become like a second family to him. They laugh together, teach each other, and grow together. It is what he needs to survive.

positive personality traits:  generous, trusted, adaptable, grounded

negative personality traits: self-sacrificing, forgiving, paranoid, irritable

played by Emily, She/Her

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Name: Natalie Carter Age: 30 years old Pronouns: She/Her Hometown: Las Vegas, Nevada Occupation before the Infection: Emergency Medical Technician Role within the Caravan: Medical Team FC: Amiyah Scott

Biography:

tw. parental abandonment, mentions of death, mentions of gore

Before the infection.

Raised by her father and grandmother in Las Vegas, Nevada, Natalie had always wanted to help people. It was practically in her blood. While her mother had never been a fixture in her life, her father served as a Medic in the US Marines and he instilled a certain level of selflessness in her from a young age. Rather than subject his kid to a life of moving from base to base all around the world, he made a decision to ask his mother to care for her while he was away. 

While her grandmother loved her and supported her, Nat felt the weight of her parents’ absence heavily throughout her childhood. She acted out at times, skipping school and sneaking out of the house whenever she could. It was often that she would arrive home after school only for her grandmother to hand a phone over to her, her father waiting to scold her on the other line. Still, Nat was just as head strong as him, and the behavior continued up until her mother steamrolled back into her life.

It was shortly after she came out to her father and grandmother that she arrived home to find a strange woman sitting at their kitchen table, claiming to be her mother. All at once, her world seemed to stop as she grappled with both excitement and resentment, and her grandmother’s wariness at her mom’s presence. She warned her granddaughter not to get her hopes up, but how could she not? Her mom took her out shopping, to fancy restaurants and to get their nails done. She even suggested that Natalie come live with her, claiming she had married a wealthy husband who would care for them both. 

The idea infuriated her father, who forbade Natalie from actually following through with the idea. Stubborn and blinded by the affection from her mom that she had been starved for, Nat agreed and packed her bags the next day with a promise from her mom that she would pick her up after dinner. However, dinner passed, and so did two days before Nat admitted to herself that the woman wasn’t coming back. The only thing she left in her wake was money missing from her grandmother’s wallet and a note saying, “I’m Sorry”.

The incident with her so-called mother sparked a change in Nat, especially as she was comforted by her grandmother and father, realizing that she didn’t need her mom as long as they were around. She began going to school regularly and working to excel, and  even began to take up volunteering to round out her college resume. Once she graduated, she decided to partially follow in her father’s footsteps and became an EMT. She had never seen her father and gran so proud. Nat spent the next ten years dedicating her time to helping people, and becoming one of the most decorated technicians in the city. Nat was good at her job, and she never let anyone tell her otherwise.

The Outbreak.

It had started out as a normal day. She got coffee at a small shop around the corner from her apartment, called her Gran and went to the hospital where she worked with little expectations for a busy day. Sure, there had been a few rises in illnesses around the city, but it was hardly anything to be concerned about.

Until she witnessed a patient she had pronounced dead in the back of her ambulance spring back to life and rip out a nurse’s throat. 

The illness spread through the hospital quickly enough, with both patients and doctors falling to the rising dead. Nat only survived because her partner had the good sense to drag her out of the emergency room before it became overrun as she tried to save someone’s life. They hopped in the ambulance and drove away. The first place they stopped was her grandmother’s house, and Nat wished she could erase the memory of finding her risen corpse walking around their front yard. Together with her partner, she managed to put her down before they hopped in the ambulance and drove until they ran out of gas, helping as many as they could along the way.

Finding the Caravan.

The plan wasn’t to join up with other survivors, but when they became stuck on the side of the road with a dead ambulance and dead closing in, it was the good will of others that ultimately saved them. Rather than striking it out on their own, Nat and her partner decided to join up with them and try to keep their head above the chaos that both panicked humans and the walking dead had inflicted on them all. Together, they formed the beginnings of the Caravan. Nat has served diligently as the resident medic of their small procession of survivors, and she enjoys taking on a maternal approach to some of the younger members. She only hopes that her willingness to help others won’t come back to bite her later on.

positive personality traits: resilient, patient, wise, compassionate

negative personality traits: suspicious, realistic, vindictive, compulsive

played by Cree

#amiyah scott #rpg #roleplay #rpc #new roleplay #remnantsmed #tw parental abandonment #tw gore #tw mentions of death