#survivors.intro

[lastchancefm]

  ⸺   🦬   greetings, buffalos ! walking around campus, sporting his brother's battered brown aviator jacket, covered in patches we’ve spotted RICHARD 'RICHIE' SLADE, a twenty seven year old who contributes to our thriving community as a RADIO OPERATOR. according to our intel, they’ve been around the sanctuary for seven years and what we know about him, aside from the fact that they don’t agree with the decision to close the gates, is that if he's heard a song even once he can remember all the lyrics and he hoards music like it's gold, he loves tinkering with any kind of thing, taking it apart and putting it back together again, you can find him often playing with the younger kids and telling them wild stories. )

PINTEREST • MUSINGS

NAME: Richard 'Richie' Slade

AGE: 27

BIRTHDAY: 19th April (Aries)

GENDER: Cis man

PRONOUNS: He/Him

SEXUALITY: Bisexual Disaster

OCCUPATION: Radio Operator

HOMETOWN: Clearfield, Oregon

HEIGHT: 5"10

FATHER: Graham Slade †

MOTHER: Jolene Slade †

SIBLINGS: Rachel Slade ?, Benjamin Slade †, Christopher James Slade †

humming incessantly, drumming your fingers on every available surface, shit-eating grins, the soft blink of comms tower lights, ugly and sometimes vaguely offensive graphic tees with holes in the hem, falling asleep in the car and getting a piggyback into the house, draping yourself over seats dramatically then peeking to see if anyone is watching you, a companionable arm slung around your shoulders, a sure hand hauling you out of windows to sit on cold roof tiles, razz jolly ranchers turning your tongue blue, neon lights reflecting off wet asphalt, the half-cool touch of a chain dangling from your lover’s neck against your racing pulse, grinning through the pain so hard you bite your tongue until it bleeds, a dusting of freckles, your nose turning pink in the cold.

ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ꜱᴄʀᴀᴡɴʏ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜰᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴏʟ ʜᴀɪʀꜱᴛʏʟᴇ. ɪ ꜱᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ꜱʜɪᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ.

PRE-OUTBREAK

richie was the third of four kids, benny was four years older than him, rach born the year before that.

by the time rich showed up, his parents had done their time trying to figure out good ways to raise kids and basically just left him to it. he had everything he needed technically but he only rarely saw his parents a couple of times a week. neglect felt too strong of a word. unless he was getting in trouble, he basically didn't exist: so he decided to do what any thirteen year old starved of attention would do. become a problem.

richie was into all the hoodrat shit: stealing from the corner store, throwing firecrackers in the supermarket and mailbox baseball. he swore at teachers, then just made fools of them when he got too much detention. plausible deniability was richie's best friend.

he had a few friends but bullying was a problem, his nose was broken three times in two summers. he was skinny, lanky kid with bad teeth who didn't know how to fight but he never knew when to back down, yelling vicious your mother jokes till he saw stars.

then cj was born. the very epitome of an oops baby, long after the slades had ever intended to procreate. instead of ceej getting the same treatment as richie had, he was the baby of the family who could do no wrong. rich didn't hold it against him but his relationship with his parents continued to deteriorate, looking at the coddling and attention he'd never gotten. that they were capable of the whole time but chose to deny.

the only thing that stopped him bombing out of school was rach, who was basically his surrogate mother and went to bat every time he made something explode at the science fair. she recognised that he was smart and talked to him like a person rather than a problem-creating idiot until she turned eighteen and moved out for college.

so what if his parents couldn't appreciate him disassembling the toaster and putting it back together, they just got annoyed there was no toast one morning. he was a debate team loser, an av club loser who did the sound tech for the musical every year. the one thing richie did otherwise was run track, he was no good in a team but give him a pair of headphones and a wide open space and he could run for miles. quick as a whip.

rich was a good big brother, way better than being a little brother. he'd carry cj around, explaining everything he wanted to know without talking down to him, played pretend games and did the different funny voices for characters in his bedtime stories.

got diagnosed with adhd, shocking absolutely no one. has learned to live without the meds he was on in the years since it all ended.

ɪꜰ ɪ'ᴍ ᴏꜰꜰᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅ. ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ, ɪᴛ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇ.

POST-OUTBREAK [ FAMILIAL DEATH TW ]

everything went to hell in a handbasket while their parents were on vacation, benny became the resident adult, stepping into the role with none of the grace of rach. rach had gone to school in washington, out of state, they lost contact with her that night.

their parents were at a conference in boulder, with no plan and the neighbourhood eating itself alive, benny started them on the worst roadtrip ever.

benny passed over their grandfather's aviator jacket, sherpa-lined and meant for high altitude it kept him warm. it still does, it's rare that you will ever see richie without it.

three years in and richie wakes up in a cold sweat, a gut feeling filling him with uncontrollable unease. something is wrong. cj is curled into a comma shape, rich bracketing him. he can't hear benny breathing.

[ FAMILIAL DEATH TW ] it's clear that benny was trying to fight it. tears crawling down his cheeks as he jerked back and forth like a wild thing, trying to contain the infection as it told him to rip richie apart. a bit of richie died that day, killing his big brother and it never came back the same.

they'd been in colorado a while but stumbled across a group. their dad was alive but richie resented the fact that he hadn't tried to come back for them and remained where he was the entire time. graham liked fishing and hunting, he'd taught the boys all he knew about gathering for themselves, starting fires, finding water sources. rich never did find the time away from cj to ask what happened to their mom.

a few people who were here seven years ago know that richie first arrived with his father and cj, they had an explosive argument about joining the group as rich wanted to stay but his dad didn't trust them. cj, overhearing their dad say it was a bad place sprinted back out into the wilderness. graham followed. richie hasn't talked about it since.

survived most of the early outbreak by using his long cultivated free-running and bouldering skills to get up high and find places to hide. his hoodrat tendencies stuck with him, he still knows how to hotwire a car.

[ weapons tw ] doesn't like firearms and gets skeeved out when asked to hold one, he has a metal baseball bat, a crowbar and a machete. that's enough for him.

isn't anywhere near well educated enough to teach kids but loves to make sure that they get to be kids, even at the end of everything. sometimes he gets in trouble for having too little of a filter but kids like him, he doesn't try to make them feel small.

grows weed, has a little plot that he tends to, would like grow lamps to keep growing year round but gets that it's pretty costly in resources. gives this to people who need help sleeping or with pain.

sad clown, every emotion needs to be masked with humour otherwise what is he? are you not entertained? i must entertain the masses etc etc. actually feels everything very deeply and is sensitive as fuck. trust ISSUES

surprisingly good at his job, knows when it's okay to have a bit of a laugh and when to get serious. very good at keeping track of patrols, guard rotation and scavenging beyond the walls.

always cold, always ramming a beanie over his ears, rarely without fingerless gloves and drowned in various layers.

Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ɪ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴀᴍ ɪ ꜱᴏ ᴛʜɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ?

WANTED CONNECTIONS - TBA

im sorry my brain is dripping out of my ears

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#survivors.intro #pls help #death tw #familial death tw

[dannysummers]

(   joe  keery.  cis  man.  he / him.   )   ⸺   🦬   greetings,  buffalos !   walking  around  campus,  sporting  his  worn  out  copy  of  the  fellowship  of  the  ring  we’ve  spotted  DANNY  SUMMERS,  a  thirty  years  old  who  contributes  to  our  thriving  community  as  a  TEACHER.   according  to  our  intel,  he's  been  around  the  sanctuary  for  five  years  and  what  we  know  about  him,  aside  from  the  fact  that  he  does  agree  with  the  decision  to  close  the  gates,  is  that  he  makes  a  mean  carrot  cake  when  he  can,  he  came  from  a  big  family  with  five  other  sisters  of  whom  he  hadn't  heard  since  before  the  outbreak,  and  he  can  be  a  little  bit  of  a  menace  when  it  comes  to  protecting  the  kids.  doesn’t  that  make  him  fantastic ?   we  think  it  does,  and  that’s  why  we  appreciate  him  so  much,  grateful  for  what  he  gives  to  our  community.

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Basic Information

Full Name: daniel summers

Nickname(s): danny

Age: 30

Gender: cis man

Pronouns: he/him

Orientation: demisexual

Occupation: teacher

Language(s) Spoken: english, french

Accent: southern

Physical Appearance

Hair Colour: brown

Eye Colour: brown

Height: 5'11

Usual Expression: a very wholesome, kind smile

Piercings: None

Tattoos: sleeves on both arms, mannny on his torso, a few on thighs, all patchwork style, quotes nerdy shit everything

Health

Physical Ailments: n/a

Mental Illnesses: hehe wouldn't u like to know

Allergies: pollen

Emotional Stability: 7/10

Sociability: oh he is Out there, baby. He's easy to befriend, he's gonna treat you like one even if that isn't the case

Body Temperature: he's a warm boy

Personality

Label: the saccharine

Positive Traits: confident, courageous, honest, loyal

Negative Traits: gullible, impulsive

Family

Father: Richard Summers (Deceased)

Mother: Caroline Summers (Deceased)

Sisters: Sophie, Kaylee, Brittany, Julie, Rosie (These are technically WC so the names are UTP tbh)

Headcanons

Danny's from Alabama, first and only son of town mayor Richard Summers, big brother of five sisters and resident family disappointment! See, Danny's parents wanted him to be the smartest, strongest golden boy he was born to be but alas, whatever he started he always found a way to ruin it. He was pretty good a football, but messed his knee up, he was good at school, but never the best, he participated in the school musical, but he couldn't sing well enough to get the lead role, he didn't get into the college his family wanted, he didn't get a scholarship, he didn't get the job he wanted, he let one of his sisters cut the other sister's hair while he was supposed to babysit, he couldn't keep a girlfriend, he couldn't keep a boyfriend either, he smoked, he had tattoos, he disrespected his father, he didn't help his mother, the list goes on...

In all honesty, Danny was never a bad kid. It was the amount of expectation put on his shoulders, that when he messed up, it looked like the whole fucking world ended. Danny's a good noodle. He's smart, and he's good at sports, and he loves kids, adores his sisters! He's a huge nerd, and a hopeless romantic. He was just never good enough for his parents.

Which was why as soon as he could, he chose to go to a college in Texas. He didn't know what he was going to do with his life yet, but he knew it would be something to do with children.

Danny??? looks sweet with his pretty hair and big brown beautiful eyes but when he rolls his sleeves up??? He is COVERED in tattoos lmao patchwork tattoos of all kinds of nerd stuff, cartoon characters, lord of the rings symbolism, a song of ice and fire quotes, star wars stuff, all sorts of things!

In the beginning of the outbreak, he and a twelve year old kid traveled together for a long while. They were separated after a while, and he still doesn't know what happened to them. (WC?? Maybe??)

He was found by the campus fucking wailing at some infected with a bat, unrelenting, super skinny but protecting a couple of teens who thought it would be a good idea to sneak out and got themselves in trouble. Danny didn't even know the kids and ran up to help immediately.

He is INSANE in combat, like there's a part of him that turns on, and he clears the fucking way! But as soon as there was an opportunity to help out at the school, Danny took it and never looked back.

He is such a sweetheart at school, it's actually hard for some people to believe that this man was covered in blood when he first set foot in the campus.

But every once in a while, when some asshole tries him, or his students, that switch will be flipped and his threatening aura alone will be enough to intimidate them.

You know those tiktoks where the teachers call out to get the attention of the kids and the kids show it by responding?? here are some of danny's callouts lmfao hE'S SUCH A NERD WHAT: -"Night gathers." "And now my watch begins!" -"It's over, Anakin!" "I have the high ground!" -"PO-TA-TOES!" "Boil 'em, smash 'em, stick 'em in a stew!"

Connections:

roommate: open

bad influence: open for more - Lucky Fletcher, Theo Coyne he's great buds with most people at the sanctuary, there's not a bad bone in this guy's body but he IS easy to manipulate, so pls get him into trouble hehe

one sided beef: open as I said, Danny's way to sweet so getting on his bad side is virtually impossible BUT give me a grumpy muse who's mad at the world including Danny for no apparent reason, and Danny who thinks maybe they just need a hug!!

crushes uwu: open he's a hopeless romantic so i'm pretty sure he's got multiple crushes at the same time, daydreaming about all sorts of dates he could take these muses to, but be warned, Danny's not the fwb type, nor the one night stand type. he WILL fall in love with ur muses. so be honest with him, communicate well, let him take ur muses out, give them flowers, cook for them, watch the sunset with them, talk about the immense universe of star wars with them, ohhh he's swooning already--

exes OAO;;; open (maybe like... 1 or 2) hey... things didn't work out! was Danny too much? ;n; it's all up to plotting tho so hmu if you're interested

TBA for more specific connections

#survivors.intro

[hvrdfeelings]

(  song kang. cis man. he / him.  ) ⸺ 🦬 greetings, buffalos !walking around campus, sporting  his death tarot card we’ve spotted  DAEHYUN “JOHNNY” MOON, a  twenty eight year old who contributes to our thriving community as a  GUARD. according to our intel, he’s been around the sanctuary for seven years and what we know about him, aside from the fact that he  doesn’t agree with the decision to close the gates, is that  before the outbreak, he had dreams of becoming a pro gamer and now he views the aftermath as his own personal video game to keep himself sane, but he’ll also always jump at the chance to volunteer at the greenhouse as he finds it therapeutic amongst the chaos, and he carries the death card around with him despite not believing in the practice as it was the last thing his mother gave to him. doesn’t that make him fantastic ? we think it does, and that’s why we appreciate him so much, grateful for what he gives to our community.

⸺ written by  honey ( she/they . 28 . pst . n/a. )

basics

korean name: Moon Daehyun american name: Johnny age: twenty eight birthday: january 7th, 1995 zodiac sign: capricorn sun, aries moon, cancer rising gender: cis male sexuality: bisexual occupation: guard positive traits: cooperative & intuitive negative traits: disorganized & reckless

headcanons

born in suwon, south korea, daehyun's family moved to anaheim, california when he was five years old. he suffered through his elementary school days with kids picking on him for not knowing english, for bringing 'smelly' foods from home for lunch, and being smaller than everyone. he'd come home each day crying, with his parents asking if he had made any friends and all daehyun wanted to do was to go back home.

during the summer before he would enter middle school, his father had gotten a new job that would require the moon family to move to aspen, colorado and that's when daehyun decided that he would create a new persona of himself -- he wouldn't be the same kid who got picked on back in california. he started to go by johnny and while he hadn't lost the accent, his fluency level in english got him by just enough that no one questioned him.

in second grade, at six years old, his parents would welcome a baby girl and let's just say, he holds a lot of regret about how he acted towards his sister when they were just children. she became the favorite, the one who could never do wrong. and at the time, he couldn't understand it, why his parents suddenly started treating him different but he simply blamed her -- they were happy until she came along. but after all these years, he eventually realized it was never her that he should have been upset with. but at his parents for practically pitting them against one another from the day she had been born.

entering high school, daehyun had lost the accent and only went by johnny. at this point, he was more american than korean, so why continue using that name? he had ultimately stopped speaking to his parents unless absolutely necessary because why should he try when they have the perfect little girl to take care of them later on in life? despite the good grades and attempts at extracurricular activities, none of it seemed to matter to them. so he began to hide away in his bedroom on weeknights and weekends, making friends with people through pc gaming because the only thing that mattered on there was skill and daehyun had an endless amount of it.

it started off with making small amounts here and there from local tournaments, his parents constantly mocking his dreams because who could make a living off playing video games? but daehyun knew there were people making some kind of living and he wanted to be just like them. so instead of having those classic high school experiences like attending dancings or falling in love, he made all of his online whether it be with warcraft, starcraft or league of legends.

but that dream got cut short when the outbreak began at only seventeen, just one year sigh of being eighteen where he had amazing (not so well thought out) plans of moving and going to college. being across the country and proving his parents wrong. now he was stuck with them and his sister and no internet. this was just great.

his father went first, not the healthiest man in the world, and daehyun was handed a gun. he had to be the man of the family now. protect his mother and sister. false assumptions being made that because he could shoot a weapon in a game, those skills would transfer to real life and boy was everyone so wrong about that. at nineteen, his hands shook whenever he held it in his hands. the things they expected him to shoot were real, there was no respawning.. but if he really thought about it, how different was their life now to a game like fallout 2? could he not just view the infected in the real world like the infected from the game? after that epiphany, his hands shook less and his accuracy got better. and unfortunately, daehyun would sometimes get a little too trigger happy.

at twenty, his mother passed and handed him a tarot card that represented death. it had been a hobby she picked up after her husband passed. if it kept her sane, he didn't judge but he also certainly didn't believe in it. but of all the cards she had to give him, did it have to be death? though he could vaguely remember her telling him that it didn't mean what he thought it did. while they only got close due to the virus and were ultimately forced to spend time together, he keeps the card folded up in his pocket as a reminder of her.

due to him and his sister not being all that close, they had no real reason to stick together once their mom passed and his sister had decided to run away in the middle of the night. she was just fourteen at the time, he spent days and weeks trying to find her because he assumed that's what a good older brother does. he hoped she hadn't met a terrible fate but eventually, even he knew he had to move on from the hunt. she was either alive and well, or she wasn't... to this day, he still thinks about her and if he could've done more in finding her.

luckily, at twenty one, daehyun had found the sanctuary that he had heard whispers about. he would offer his skills as a shooter, promising to protect those in the university like they were his own family as he had failed to protect his sister. and if he's not on duty, he always happily volunteers at the greenhouse or sometimes even the farm (when it isn't required) as he finds working with his hands to be therapeutic.

at the university: in the beginning, daehyun struggled to open up to people and make friends as his way of making friends had been through a computer screen but it's a bit easer for him now as he's been at the university for quite some time. it can be hard for him to turn off the 'video game' mindset -- like wanting to have the most amount of kills or trying to show off even though he understands it's not a race and he's there to protect over everything else. since there isn't much to speed run in real life, his current fixation is how quickly he can take apart his gun and put it back together. if he's not on duty or volunteering, he likes to play card games such as poker or you can find him pretending like he knows how to play chess.

wanted connections

his sister! -- tbh most of this is utp, i have no name in mind or fc (obviously has to be korean/korean american), and around 22?

an ex. -- i imagine they met at the university and they broke up due to having different opinions on whether or not the gate should be closed. since he's bisexual, fc can be quite literally anyone.

other than that, i'm open to anything else! especially friends/found family

#survivors.intro #// i havent rped on tumblr for many years so pls forgive me <333

[syncrgistic]

(freida pinto. cis woman. she / her.) ⸺ 🦬 greetings, buffalos ! walking around campus, sporting her hair in a braid with flowers weaved in it, we’ve spotted ANUSHKA “ANU” RAI, a thirty - seven years old who contributes to our thriving community as a PHARMACIST / CHEMIST. according to our intel, she’s been around the sanctuary for a year and what we know about her, aside from the fact that she doesn’t agree with the decision to close the gates, is that she carries the weight of being the protective older sister of her 5 siblings and constantly feels like she’s not done enough to protect them, she’s a city girl at heart and misses her old life dearly ⎯ even that shitty apartment that grew mould and had leaky taps but this was her life now and there was no use dwelling in the past, and despite everything, she still remains optimistic for the future, though she’s not sure if it’s truly how she feels or if she’s just so used to pretending like everything will be alright that she doesn’t know how to not pretend anymore. doesn’t that make her fantastic ? we think it does, and that’s why we appreciate her so much, grateful for what she gives to our community.

stats

full name: anushka rai ⎯ अनुष्का, a ray of light; राय, king

nicknames: anu

date of birth: october 10th 1986

age: thirty seven

gender & pronouns: cis woman & she/her

education: high school diploma, undergraduate degree in biochemistry at stanford university, phd in molecular pharmacology and therapeutics at columbia university (never completed)

occupation: pharmacist/chemist

hometown: san jose, california

language(s): english, hindi, basic spanish

faceclaim: freida pinto

personality

positive traits: compassionate, intelligent, forgiving, optimistic, protective

negative traits: perfectionist, controlling, hypocritical, subservient, gullible

mbti: esfj ⎯ the consul

enneagram: 2w1 ⎯ the companion

moral alignment: lawful good

temperament: phlegmatic

zodiac sign: libra sun, cancer moon, libra rising

character parallels: katara (atla), monica geller (friends), aerith gainsborough (final fantasy vii), peeta mellark (the hunger games), annie january (the boys), ravi chakrabarti (izombie)

bio

// TW: allusions to child neglect, mentions of death and grief //

you're the eldest daughter first, your own person second. it's been your identity since you were three years old, before you had really known anything else. the years that you were an only child are years that you cannot remember, but it doesn't matter because they're irrelevant. you can't remember the first time your mom told you were going to be a big sister but the photos show that you wear that title on your chest with honour. but with age, you slowly begin to resent the title, the responsibility that your parents have put on you. you love your siblings and would do anything for them, but you're just a kid too, not a surrogate parent.

being eldest meant you were overlooked, always the good child that no one had to worry about but that was because you had no choice. the supervisor couldn't be irresponsible now. but god, you wished someone would worry about you, that you could hang that title just for a little while and be a normal teenager for once instead of picking your siblings up from school and fixing their after school snack. the worst of it all was having to see your parents be the parents you wished you had to your younger siblings. you were the test subject, the one that they could afford to mess up on, but in their eyes, you were perfect so they must have done something right.

so in an attempt to rebel, you apply to the colleges furthest away from home just so you can get away. you love your family, but it's time to find out who you are outside of these four walls, outside of your family home. you don't want to be eldest sibling first, you want to be anu first, eldest sister second. but you can't bring yourself to do it when your youngest sibling is looking at you with their sad eyes and you stay. but you have to rip that band aid off sooner or later and apply for graduate school in nyc. it's only there that you realise that maybe you like being the eldest sister when it's something you can choose to be. maybe you were born with a maternal instinct and warm, comforting hands. you find your siblings in reuven's kids, making up for all the times you dismissed your siblings, making up for lost time, and in some way, healing your own childhood. you miss them, but at the same time, you think for the best.

that's until the outbreak and her first instinct to go back home, protect your family but by the time you get there it's probably too late. she had three children here that she had to protect now. in the end, you failed them. and failing them, served as a reminder how you had failed your siblings. how they ⎯ your siblings and reuven's kids ⎯ had looked at you as their caregiver, their protector but you couldn't even do the one job you were given. if you weren't the eldest sister, then what were you anymore?

grief destroyed you, destroyed you both to the point of no return and you left on a mission to find your family. your purpose had been destroyed and you needed hope to hold onto otherwise you'd collapse; that hope was believing at least one of your family members was still alive. it's a shot in the dark, especially since they could be anywhere but it's something you're willing to die trying. it takes years but you find one of your siblings. you realise you've missed so much, that you're sorry that they had to deal with losing your family by themselves. but you have a purpose again, an identity, and you spend it trying to shield them from the horrors that they've already experienced, tell them that you believe there's a cure out there. you never let them see that you're scared or worried for the future. only smiles and promises to safety. you're gotten so good at lying about the cure and stability of the future that you're not sure what you think anymore. it's second nature to you and before you know it the words come out.

your second wind of hope comes in the form of colorado university where you hear talks of a sanctuary. you no longer have to force yourself to lie to your sibling about safety when you believe you're safe. you still can't figure out whether you believe there's a cure out there or not, despite spending your time at the sanctuary researching the virus. in the end, you always come to the same conclusion, you have to believe in it because then what is all this for?

tdlr: a traumatised eldest sibling, carrying the weight and guilt of not being able to protect her siblings from the virus, who has made it her purpose to try to find/create a cure for the virus, even though some days she doesn't believe it exists, because she needs some hope to live for

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#this was way longer than intended #there's a tldr at the bottom for anyone who cannot be bothered to read all of that #i won't blame you if you decide not to <3 #survivors.intro

[slavghters]

#  JACK  BEHRENS     —     charming  yet  impertinent  twenty - eight  years  old  booze  maker  +  emergency  handyman  who  goes  by  she/her  pronouns  and  is  always  toying  with  a  wooden  trinket  between  her  fingers.   born  in  portland,  oregon,  often  can  be  seen  expertly  rolling  tobacco  between  dry  digits,  bouncing  on  her  feet  trying  to  waste  the  remnants  of  energy  left  after  a  day  of  work  or  having  a  deranged chat  with  the  cows  at  the  farm.   affable  with  those  who  cross  paths  with  her,  but  reckless  as  a  hyperactive  child  in  her  behavior,  jack  greatly  enjoys  the  warm  colors  of  sunset,  spending  time  with  her  cat  tuxedo  &  the  taste  of  bitter  coffee  against  her  tongue  every  morning.   chaotic  good,  sagittarius  sun  &  animals  enthusiast,  she  identifies  herself  as  a  lesbian  cis  woman,  has  the  terrible  habit  of  incessantly  tapping  her  fingers  on  surfaces  when  she’s  restless,  and  has  been  living  in  the uec's  sanctuary  for  the  last  five  years.

* LINKS.     basics   .   story  +  hcs   .   wanted connections   .   aesthetic .

#survivors.intro #jacksintro. #lemme introduce you ! *clown music* #my chaotic dyke ! a fucked up kind of golden retriever with too much energy fr + eager to be loved and make friends :/ #she's ridiculous tbh and oftentimes writes herself so dont @ me

[lcvexpoem]

Welcome to lcvexpoem!! a blog for survivorsfm and penned by Liz ( 21+, cst ). Introducing our daycare worker . . . H A N S A R A N G . . .

(   HAN SOHEE.  CIS WOMAN.  SHE / HER.   )   ⸺   Ꮺ  ⋆   greetings, buffalos !  walking around campus, sporting her  BRIGHT SMILE AND SPARKLING EYES  we’ve spotted  HAN SARANG,  a TWENTY EIGHT  year old who contributes to our thriving community as a  DAY CARE WORKER. according to our intel, she’s been around the sanctuary for  ten years  and what we know about her, aside from the fact that she  DOESN’T  agree with the decision to close the gates, is that  she had been on a vacation on the states when the chaos began, she has a couple of flower tattoos in her arms and shoulders in memory of her family, she works hard to stay in shape despite having a “safe” job inside the sanctuary.  doesn’t that make her fantastic ?  we think it does, and that’s why we appreciate her so much, grateful for what she gives to our community.

🐇 A B O U T

full   name   :    Han Sarang nickname   :    Sara           age   :    28   .        gender   :          cis woman   .        pronouns   :    she   /   her   .      fc: Han Sohee    orientation   :   pansexual     date   of   birth   :    may 10th   occupation:  daycare worker 

🐇 B I O G R A P H Y.

Born as the oldest daughter of the Han family, followed by two younger siblings, Sangmi and Jangmi. Ever since she could remember the family lived with her grandmother in their old style home as the family business wasn’t doing so well. Being the oldest, at the age of 15 Sarang began to shoulder part of the responsabilities in any way she could so her younger sisters could live their childhood without worries, the young teen began doing random jobs to get money. From being a delivery girl in her scooter (which resulted in a shoulder injury) to a barista, the oldest Han tried everything to ease her parents worries while they were doing their best to survive. Then a miracle happened.

The family business survived the rough patch, it took them a couple of years but it worked and thrived from it, money began coming and the family that was used to skiping a meal claiming they were not hungry suddenly had more than enough for them, more than enough to life a comfortable life that seemed to be a dream only two years ago. To thank her for her effort, her father took her to america in the holidays, offering her the oportunity to explore the world and study there if she wanted. They spent days upon days just enjoying a vacation while visiting universities for her. It was a dream...but that was the time when the dream became a nightmare. The outbreak happend.

She was 18 and full of dreams of a world she would never see. During the initial outbreak she lost her father in the chaos, lost her only family connection who was by her side and now she was alone, wandering in a place she didn't know. Somehow during the next years she survived out of pure will of seeing her father again, of seeing her siblings and grandmother again even if she knew it was foolish, that same hope was the only thing that kept her going. She found the Sanctuary 2 years into the outbreak and they took her in.

>> fastforward to now: Sarang has been around the Sancturary for 10 years now as the daycare worker, tending to the new generations with a gentle heart and a bright smile, hoping for a better world for them.

🐇 P E R S O N A L I T Y.

Sarang is an eternal optimistic, always finding something good even in the middle of the storm and tries to share it with the rest that live in the sanctuary, if it's really her beliefs or just a mask to stay sane is a different question. A dreamer of the world going back to what it was to hide the heartbreak of her own family being practically lost, carrying them with her in her skin in the shape of tattoos, their favorite flowers inked over her arms and shoulders making her own garden. Despite being quite tender with the kids, and trying to be helpful around the Sanctuary, shecan also be found training on her own, forever afraid of losing the people she had lived with once more.

temperament: melancholic moral alignment: lawful good primary vice: greed primary virtue: kindness element: air weather: sunny day

+altruistic +adaptable +optimistic

-distrustful -stubborn -resentful

🐇 C O N N E C T I O N S

c o m i n g s o o n . . .

#survivors.intro

[isolvtes]

(   REINA HARDESTY.  CIS WOMAN. SHE/HER.   )   ⸺   Ꮺ  ⋆   greetings, buffalos !  walking around campus, sporting her DEAD SISTER’S LOCKET we’ve spotted JESSICA ONO,  a twenty eight year old who contributes to our thriving community as a SCOUT. according to our intel, they’ve been around the sanctuary for ONE YEAR and what we know about her, aside from the fact that they DO agree with the decision to close the gates, is that she was a dancer before the outbreak but she's never danced since ; she keeps a journal with her at all times but writes in it sparingly, only the most important things are ever added ; is incredibly hot-tempered and finds it impossible to fully trust people, but will still risk her life for anyone.  doesn’t that make them fantastic ?  we think it does, and that’s why we appreciate her so much, grateful for what they give to our community.

STATISTICS.

name: jessica morgana ono

dob: nov 7th 1995

age: 28

height: 5'5

hometown: malibu, california

role: scout

sexuality: bisexual

star chart: scorpio sun, taurus moon, leo rising, sagittarius venus

personality stats: black widow (marvel), clarke griffin (the 100), lana kane (archer), robin scherbatsky (himym), rosa diaz (b99)

types: intj, choleric

family: ryuji ono (father, deceased), catherine ono (mother, deceased), grace ono (sister, deceased)

HISTORY.

tw death, minimal gore, alcohol

the outbreak started when she was 16, never a chance for her to even experiment with what felt like new-found womanhood, no longer just a kid. she'd give anything now to still be that kid, instead of so violently forced into becoming a survivor.

she lost her youngest sister just when she thought she was succeeding in keeping her safe from everything. it was just them left, their parents gone years before so early into the outbreak. jess and her sister grace floated around groups, trying their best to stay in numbers if they had any chance of surviving and doing what they needed to do to stay safe.

they saw almost every group crumble, always human error, always greed. if there wasn't some betrayal or bid for power that caused its ruin, jess would take grace in the night and sneak away instead, convinced she got a bad feeling about the people they were entrusting their lives with. she doesn't think the outbreak changed people, just allowed them the freedom to be who they've always been. 

when it was just them on their own, the rain forcing them to find shelter, they'd broken into a drugstore to try and find something useful. it hadn't been looted yet, so the pair were in high spirits. before they knew it, their exit was blocked, and any other attempt to find one was met with the same fate. eventually jess found a broken sky light and started to climb through, her hand extended to pull up her sister. next thing she knew, the infected were just beneath grace, swiping at the younger girl. jessica couldn't hold on or pull her up no matter how hard she tried, the rain was coming down hard and she just kept slipping. it went too quick, jess didn't have a chance to react as their hands finally broke free. jess swiped one final try to catch her sister, but only tore away her necklace instead. jess stayed sobbing on the rooftop for a while after grace's screams finally quietened. she had her sister's skin beneath her nails from holding on so tightly,  tighter each time she felt her slipping. she still gets nightmares of that slipping sensation,  her being so close but just a smidge out of reach, with her sister’s screams echoing over and over. after that, she lost her way.

she acted riskier, careless in her attempt at survival. she just didn't know what exactly she was doing anymore, who she was fighting for or why she was still alive. it was in her lowest moments she found someone who looked just as beat up as her, low on everything, and not sure where to go; the injured william barlowe. it was her fault he fell, spooking him by accident when investigating what all the noise was... still, she wasn't sure if she should've helped, her own needs were desperate and he was a stranger, but ultimately jessica stayed with him and fixed him up. she didn't fully trust him at first but eventually she could tell that they were the same, and he looked out for her, too.

now at boulder, jess finds herself on the outside more than others. being a scout suits her for so many reasons: she likes to be in the know, would rather put herself in danger than anyone else risk it, and if all things go tit’s up, at least she's in top form. she even appreciates the quarantine, a way to debrief and set herself straight without people around her.

PERSONALITY.

she likes her solitude,  likes having as minimal people to worry about as possible. despite this,  jess deeply cares for people, and she doesn't wish harm on anyone— but she will do anything to keep those she cares for safe, and that means anything.

she finds it incredibly hard to trust people fully, even if she really likes you she will always have her guard up and expect the worst. it really does take a lot for her to get to the trust completely point as a lot of people have broken it for her in the past — when she does trust you, she is the most loyal person

can be extremely stubborn, sarcastic and blunt at times, often because she doesn't want to reveal or talk about something but it really depends on the day

a hot-head xxx i feel like she's learnt to just shut up most of the time because she always says something she regrets. very very easy to piss off x

MISC THINGS.

preferred weapon is a bow and arrow or crossbow, likes that it's more or less silent in the grand scheme of things but always has a knife on her too

she's very flexible, nimble, light on her feet and agile from her dancing background and she uses these techniques when scouting, helping her reach tougher spots. if the world ever goes back to normal she'd have a parkour channel for sure

always wears her sister's locket around her neck, it has a photo of jess and grace when they were younger

speaks english, japanese & french fluently

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

if she's not with will then she's definitely with fellow scouts /scavengers /trainers/trainees ! basically at the training yards working out a lot of the time… so sparring or general working out partners would be lovely pls… 

if she's not at the training yard then she's at the bar drinking her sorrows away... drinking buds... yes... maybe instead of talking about their feelings aka being healthy, jess got your muse incredibly drunk

random, stupid hookups, accidental one night stands, when kissing your face was a better alternative to you seeing me cry.... um... she would just like to feel something, but she will refuse to give anyone anything real or emotional, that shit is locked up.. and she's in a little bit in love with will

someone she's potentially clashed with... maybe still does... girly is not smart with her big mouth

#once again i am not proof reading #death tw #gore tw #visual gore tw #not sure it rly counts as gore but better to be safe?? #survivors.intro #tw alchohol mention #tw alcohol #weapons tw

[everythingholy]

( taylor russell. cis woman. she/her. ) ⸺ 🦬 greetings, buffalos ! walking around campus, sporting her HONEY BEE BROOCH, we’ve spotted RAMONA WRIGHT, a TWENTY-TWO year old who contributes to our thriving community as a SCAVENGER. according to our intel, they’ve been around the sanctuary for FOUR YEARS and what we know about her, aside from the fact that they don’t agree with the decision to close the gates, is that she’s got a secret stash of old chapstick that she’s spent the last decade collecting. she’ll share any flavor, except for the cola ones ; there are about five of her journals scattered around colorado, documenting her adolescence in doodles and hastily written paragraphs and lost to time ; the build-a-bear her mom bought her is still sitting on her bed. it reminds her that nothing is really over until she decides it is. doesn’t that make them fantastic ? we think it does, and that’s why we appreciate her so much, grateful for what they give to our community.

TW: weapons, death

ramona’s childhood passed by like a comet. blink, and you’ll miss it. she was her parents first and only child, and the first baby on both her mom and her dad’s side of the family. that’s to say … she grew up spoiled. there was not a single thing she wanted that she didn’t get. a child of the upper west side, her folks were pretty influential in the fashion world. she’s got spotty memories of being taken to runways and shoots when she wasn’t in school. her friends would always ask her where she’d been that weekend and she’d reply with a monologue about belize or ankara or sicily. as a jetsetter at such a young age, as well of a student of a very expensive college prep elementary school, she was clueless about the privilege she held. she hadn’t the faintest idea that all of this would soon trickle away.

right before the virus started hitting communities en masse, she was in washington at her parents’ summer home, enjoying the tail end of the season. the news was spreading on the radio, but it meant nothing to her until she saw it for herself. what was simply akin to a flu in her mind was something only comparable to the things her friends showed her in horror movies. the further her parents drove from washington, the further she felt from her own reality. so much time on the open road, her parents trying their best to shield her from the brand new monstrosities of the world–to no avail. she saw her parents kill one of those things for the first time only a few weeks into the end of the world. it was from that moment that something shifted in her. she realized, at the young age of ten, nothing would ever be the same. her parents, the world, could never come back from this. she had to adapt. and adapt, she did. her parents did most of the heavy lifting, but eventually, they trusted her to do some of the scavenging by herself. slipping silently into buildings already falling into disrepair. it became something of a talent of hers, moving invisibly into spaces without anyone or anything noticing she was ever there. a remarkable difference from her life prior; all glitz and glam, wherever she was, eyes would follow. it was difficult for her to cope with the fact that it would never be like that again.

on her sixteenth birthday, her mother and father encountered a group of people who weren’t as benevolent as they made themselves to be. ramona had been practicing her pistol skills by a lake not far from their base in saskatchewan while they had been kidnapped, stripped of their belongings, and left to die in the cold north. she would come across their bodies after a week of sleepless nights on her feet, searching for a sign that maybe they just gave up on her. quite the contrary. afterwards, she bounced from survivor group to survivor group. some good, some bad, but always trying to avoid the ghouls that took her parents from her. always skulking between places, sight unseen. she traveled with these groups from canada all the way down to denver, where she eventually made contact with the university sanctuary. the biggest survivor post she had come across in her life. it felt like the return of something she had never thought possible, and she had fallen in love with it. the sanctuary allowed her to live life with a degree of normalcy she had only heard her parents speak about with a fondness that sounded so … bittersweet. she thinks, just maybe, this might be a part of the creation of something new. at least, that’s what she hopes.

DETAILS AND HEADCANONS

ohhhh ramona. my sweet, stunted child. adapted to the horrors of the world but still somehow retaining the naivety only someone robbed of the opportunity to complete her childhood would have. her nose, when she isn’t out scavenging, is always stuck in a book or a journal. she tapes little hand drawn comics around campus and picks wildflowers just for the hell of it. she finds joy in the little things.

she was only able to keep a couple things from her parents, but all of these things are incredibly valuable. her moms honey bee brooch, her father’s broken watch, and the torn up and beaten build-a-bear she got on her seventh birthday. when she presses it’s paw, it speaks a message. it’s full of i love you’s she’ll never hear again in person. she wouldn’t replace that thing for the world.

her weapon of choice is a dagger. sharp and mobile. she’s skilled with a gun, but recoil freaks her out sometimes.

loves goofy and slightly irresponsible antics. hmu if you and your muses are big fans of danger.

#( * ; RAMONA / INTRO ! #survivors.intro #tw weapons #tw death #this intro sucks so bad but im so tired #its literally 3:30 am #i'll convince you all to love her more later

[sunbecms]

(   SOBHITA DHULIPALA.  CIS WOMAN.  SHE/HER.   )   ⸺   Ꮺ  ⋆   greetings , buffalos !  walking around campus , sporting her FATHER’S POCKETKNIFE we’ve spotted ANIKA SETTY ,  a thirty year old who contributes to our thriving community as an ARMORER . according to our intel , they’ve been around the sanctuary for TWO YEARS and they DO agree with the decision to close the gates .

trigger warnings : weapons , firearms / guns , illness , death 

anika setty grew up a military brat , shuffled from strict community to strict community year after year .  she grew up very close with her father who taught her to be an independent , strong-willed woman who could take care of herself .  it wasn’t your typical father-daughter doting relationship ; he was a high ranking military official and the line between child and solider was sometime blurred ; anika was expected to behave , be self-sufficient , and not let emotions overtake her .  luckily , anika’s father’s harshness suited her , as the same roughness was woven in her dna and she was naturally prone to it .  they remained close until she entered her own military training as a young adult .  that is when the outbreak began . 

used to wielding weapons from a young age , anika was no stranger to knives , firearms , and whatever else she could get her hands on to survive .  she was a natural born leader and kept a small group of survivors alive and well under her command .  during her travels , anika met a man much different from herself .  he was an artist , a songwriter , a poet . 

at first she scoffed at this man and fought to keep her group’s limited resources away from him .  he did not serve much utility in her mind and was only brought along because he knew one of her friends .  as time went on and friends were lost , the man became a source of comfort to anika .  he showed her what it mean to express grief , soul , love .  slowly she warmed to him despite herself , and they fell for one another .  they grew to be engaged , though anika tried to tell him it was silly to want marriage in such a destructive world , and yet she found herself longing for it too . 

after a year , anika’s fiance fell ill .  at first she thought it would be temporary , but it only worsened .  in a blow that broke anika’s heart permanently , her finace died .  completely torn apart , anika withdrew from her self-created society and exiled herself .  it was only her toughness and sheer will that kept her alive from there until she ended up at the sanctuary .  there , she found simple life as an armorer easy and focused and she fell into a mindless routine quickly . 

anika can be rough and difficult with a seemingly impenetrable guard , but she is openly personable , charismatic , and fervently committed to the others at the sanctuary .  those close to her affectionally call her ‘nika’ or simply ‘nik’ , and they know that she would do anything to ensure their survival .  though she cannot always accept care herself , she is typically open to caring for others as they need .  her former lover opened her mind ever slightly , and his impression will always be with her . 

wanted connections ?? 

➤ ride or die , anika would do anything for this person and vice versa .  whether or not their personalities match , they are on the same wavelength .  

➤ roommate ( s ) , people anika lives with , those she trusts enough to have near when she’s unconscious at least . 

➤ flings / fwb , they use each other’s wittiness and bodies for some fun with things get tough ; it doesn’t mean anything .  ( any gender )  

➤ former ( ? ) romantic interest , whether it stays 100% former or not will depend on chemistry , but maybe someone who anika had interest in when she arrived at the sanctuary , or vice versa , before anika shut down when things became too real .  ( any gender ) 

➤ confidants , maybe they’re not close during the daylight hours , but when night falls and insecurities and fears arise , they seek out comfort and honesty with one another .  

➤ sibling-like dynamic , they annoy each other , they bicker , they confuse outsiders , but they have each other’s back .  

➤  etc , i’m very open to wcs you want for your own muses or ideas you think may work ! 

#SURVIVORS.INTRO #wanted connections at end of bio!! #and tws at top of bio!!

[heartxsighs]

✦ ・( aslihan malbora. cis woman. she / her. ) ⸺   🦬   greetings,  buffalos !   walking  around  campus,  sporting  HER  LIBRARY  BOOK  TUCKED  UNDER  HER  ARM  we’ve  spotted  ZEYNEP  SAHIN,  a  thirty  years  old  who  contributes  to  our  thriving  community  as  a  LIBRARY  ARCHIVIST.   according  to  our  intel,  she’s  been  around  the  sanctuary  for  TEN  YEARS  and  what  we  know  about  her,  aside  from  the  fact  that  she  DOESN’T  agree  with  the  decision  to  close  the  gates,  is  that  only  a  handful  of  people  know  about  her  ongoing  autoimmune  disease,  something  that  has  afflicted  her  for  several  years  and  does  not  seem  to  be  letting  up  no  matter  how  desperately  she  hopes  it  does;  she  can  most  often  be  seen  with  her  nose  in  a  book  and  while  zeynep  doesn't  make  it  obvious,  she  enjoys  writing  anything  from  poetry  to  short  stories  just  to  keep  her  mind  occupied  when  she's  unable  to  sleep  or  when  she  isn't  working;  she  struggles  to  verbalize  what  she's  thinking  or  feeling  at  times,  and  this  is  where  words  on  paper  come  further  into  play  for  her,  so  she  keeps  a  little  notepad  in  her  pocket  in  case  she's  feeling  anxiety  and  doesn't  think  she  can  verbally  communicate  effectively.  doesn’t  that  make  her  fantastic ?   we  think  it  does,  and  that’s  why  we  appreciate  her  so  much,  grateful  for  what  she  gives  to  our  community.

 

꒰ basics ꒱ ✦ full name. zeynep aylin sahin ✦ nicknames. zey, z ✦ age. thirty ✦ d.o.b. february 29th (pisces) - they celebrate on either feb 28th or march 1st typically ✦ gender. cis woman ✦ pronouns. she/her ✦ orientations. demisexual heteroromantic ✦ marital status. single ✦ occupation. library archivist ✦ languages spoken. english, turkish, some arabic

꒰ physical ꒱ ✦ hair color. brown ✦ eye color. brown ✦ height. 5 ft 6 in ✦ piercings. one in each ear ✦ tattoos. none ✦ distinguishing marks. a couple of birthmarks on her arms ✦ fashion style. when she's at home or alone, it's sweatpants and a raggedy t-shirt at all times. when she is out and about in the sanctuary, she likes to make herself presentable, to put forward the illusion that everything is fine, even when it isn't. her outfits vary in styles, from skirts that make her look Extra Librarian-ish, to dresses, overalls, and black jeans with a nice top. two things you can always expect from zeynep: 1) her Outside:tm: clothes will always be clean, neat and nicely put together, and 2) she will always accessorize with a necklace or bracelet or a series of rings. ✦ face claim. aslihan malbora

꒰ psychological ꒱ ✦ positive traits. gentle, sentimental, creative, kind, engaging, thorough, organized, observant ✦ negative traits. sensitive, quiet, guarded, awkward, anxious, petty, self-conscious, gets very in her own head ✦ mbti type. infj - the advocate ✦ temperament. melancholic ✦ education level. she is relatively smart, and given that she was homeschooled, zeynep finished her high school education a year early, practically devouring the courses and information she was learning. she was set to begin college at eighteen, but unfortunately never got the chance to, as the outbreak happened and squashed her plans. ✦ hobbies / skills. it may not be a very useful skill now, but it was a hobby back then: dancing. she was placed in ballet classes from a young age and advanced through with the rest of her peers, learning various moves and eventually working her way up to going en pointe. for all her distaste for being in the spotlight, something about the recitals and performances seemed to quash that fear, although she would experience a load of anxiety beforehand. other than that, if you want to know something specific, zeynep is the girl you go to. she has an interest in various topics and studying them, so if you have a question you want answered, and she doesn't know it, she'll gladly do research for you, just so she can have the chance to learn, as well. for other hobbies, she enjoys 'old lady' crafts, such as crocheting, knitting, and the like. she is also a very good writer, though she'd be embarrassed for anyone to read her works or to be given praise for them. ✦ mental ailments. anxiety, panic attacks, occasionally struggles to get her words out and thus finds herself frustrated and goes non-verbal ✦ physical ailments. multiple sclerosis, which is a chronic disease of the central nervous system. essentially, her body attacks itself, leading to various symptoms. some days are much worse than others for zeynep, and she latches onto the good days like a child would their mother. her bad days... well, they're the ones where she stays inside and struggles to get to work, depending on how utterly exhausted she's feeling. before coming to the sanctuary, stress caused horrific flare-ups for her, and she was sick for a long time after she and her father arrived. zeynep doesn't let anyone know about her ailment, because she doesn't want to be a burden on others, mentally or physically. it's easier to pretend like things are alright, though i'm sure some people have noticed in the collective ten years she's spent here that she's not altogether well.

꒰ familial ꒱ ✦ mother. ceren sahin (deceased) ✦ father. bayram sahin ✦ siblings. ahmet sahin, twin brother ✦ children. none ✦ significant other. none ꒰ history ꒱ (i'll make this nice and filled out later) cw: illness (multiple sclerosis), familial death

✦ yada yada, born to older parents who had her and her brother as 'oopsie' babies; the two were homeschooled because their parents wanted to keep them close; both were put in classes for things they enjoyed - zeynep in dance, ahmet in martial arts, though his parents worried about him getting hurt; when she wasn't dancing, her head was in a book and she read at least 2 every given week; she started dealing with health issues at the age of 16 and it would take a year for her to get a diagnosis; of course, it was only a year after that that the outbreak occurred and life went further to shit; her mom passed due to other circumstances, but zeynep, ahmet and their father remained; they were her rocks when she struggled, when her medication ran out and flares couldn't be tamed; they would arrive at the sanctuary two years after the outbreak, calling the place home; it would take her one year to get healthy enough to begin to work, and she immediately locked eyes on the library, where she was trained to be an archivist; some days, she thinks she won't survive, not because of the outbreak, but because of her own body raging against her ꒰ headcanons꒱

✦ she gets very sentimental about things that are important to her. she'll keep them in a special place, organized to perfection, and handle them with extreme gentility. before the outbreak, she kept all of her old pointe shoes and cried over the fact that she couldn't take them with her (although she understood it wasn't rational to keep them.) she also cried when her mom's necklace was lost after she, her father, her brother, and the group they were with had to make a quick run for better shelter ✦ she takes her time with things, prefers to be slow moving and not in wild rushes that stress her out, since her mind tends to do that anyway; thus, she ends up having a greater appreciation for the small things - the way the moon looks shining through her window, the soft fluff of a kitten's fur, the twinkle in her father's eye when he smiles. small details mean the world to her ✦ zeynep tends to be pretty socially awkward. some days, it's like she's fighting with a demon to get the right words out when they just don't want to come. quietness is her comfort zone, because she can too easily get over stimulated by voices and loud chatter. that said, she doesn't necessarily have a large preference towards being completely alone, but being shy makes it hard for her to be in large groups of people or entertain conversation from more than one or two at a time. she'd much rather be by the wall, watching what's going on or reading a book than to be stuck in the middle of it all, or the center of attention. too many eyes on her makes her wary, as if they can all see right through her. ✦ while she uses her little notepad to communicate some days when her mouth just doesn't want to work or she's too anxious to also deal with stumbling over her words, zeynep is also very big on physical communication - little hand touches, bumping someone with her shoulder, giving them a hug. obviously she's not going to just walk up to someone random, who she hasn't gotten to know very well, and hug them. but if the two are friends and she wants to show that she's there for them, she'll use one of these gestures, or show up at their door to spend time with them when she's not in her own little world ✦ she has several notebooks full of short stories she's written, but her latest piece is a poem; more later ✦ zeynep has a competitive streak, likely from growing up with a brother. she's also incredibly passionate, and sometimes, these two traits mix together in a 'deadly' way; more later lmao ✦ comfort matters deeply to her. this isn't just mental comfort, but physical, as well. for as much as she wants to have her mind at ease, she also needs to have her body relaxed and at peace. wrapping up in several blankets at a time can help zeynep with this, and if you end up visiting her in her room, you'll likely see her in burrito form ✦ loves psychology and reading about it; more later yeet ꒰ wanted connections꒱

✦ other librarians, as well as those who visit the library, please! i'd say this is where she gets most of her social interaction, and something about it being 'professional' really helps her to keep that hat on and choose what words she's going to use with a lot more intention than just in a regular conversation. she can answer questions about facts and books a lot better than she can talk about herself. watch out, though, she might start rambling about a topic she's really interested in, and then you'll be stuck listening to Nerd Shit:tm: for at least five minutes ✦ i'm ngl, having either her father, her brother, or both of them would fill me with such happiness, i can't even describe. they're both part of her support system, and she's part of theirs, holding their hands, telling them it's going to be okay, or giving them sympathetic smiles if they're having a rough day ✦ i'd say she might do the above (holding hands and telling them it'll be okay during a rough spell) for people she's close to, as well. it might take a little bit of extra effort to become an actual friend of zeynep's, but once you are, it means that she feels more comfortable with you than anyone else and can let herself just be, without having to feel self-conscious. she can engage the way she wants, without having to explain. she might not be overtly talkative, but she understands that being a physical presence is important, too, when it comes to others not feeling alone. just being there for someone, essentially, whether they're talking about an issue or just silently spending time with each other making idle chatter ✦ i'd say she's rather understanding towards others, except for when they're being assholes. then, she'll think the most petty thoughts about you all while staring you down a bit menacingly. seriously, it's kind of scary how she can get. even if she's not saying what she thinks out loud, it's not hard to tell how she's feeling, especially if it's anger or frustration ✦ it's been ten years, so maybe a past romantic interest or two? i have no idea exactly how this would have gone, so we can discuss it in depth together if you're interested. she has a preference towards men, but needs to have a connection with them on some level to be able to take the step of "hey, we're in a relationship now". she doesn't want to play around, or do casual dating - but hey, that could have happened in the past, before she figured out what she's interested in. and/or closed herself off because she thinks her illness would be too much for someone else to handle ✦ i'll get more here later as i think of things!!

#cw illness mention #cw illness #cw mental health #cw anxiety #cw panic attacks #cw familial death #cw death #( interactions — zeynep. ) #( visage — zeynep. ) #( vibes — zeynep. ) #( featuring — name here.) #survivors.intro

[absta1n]

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#survivors.intro #sadly i have no intros just yet but !! soon <3

[pvnkhcze]

MELODIE ROCHELLE FRAZIER

full name: melodie rochelle frazier nicknames: mellie, mel age: 29 birthday: march 13 years on campus: 2 occupation/job: nurse relationship status: single sexuality: pansexual positive traits (+): compassionate, understanding, empathetic, intelligent negative traits (-): sarcastic, guarded, aloof, perfectionistic

bio hc's: tw- pregnancy, child abandonment, death

melodie "mellie" rochelle frazier was born on march 13 in charleston, south carolina to single mother dianna frazier. unfortunately, once he'd learned of dianna's pregnancy, her father dennis had exited the situation rapidly, agreeing to toss a few hundred bucks per month at dianna in exchange for her discretion. never one to beg, dianna agreed.

as a child mellie was an absolute dream- it was as though she sensed that her mother- an employee at the local grocery store- was giving all she had in order to keep them both afloat, and she made the conscious decision to be an easy child so as not to add stress. this carried into her childhood. despite her incredible sense of humor, mellie was always described as an old soul, someone wise beyond her years who simply seemed to understand precisely what was needed of her

school was something that came naturally, and something mellie enjoyed. her passion for learning and thirst for knowledge were unmatched by others in her family. it was one of the traits her mother loved and admired the most about her daughter- no matter what, her daughter would never lack in opportunity

after graduating high school, mellie received a scholarship opportunity to attend the university of colorado, which she accepted. having always known she wanted to enter the medical field in some form or fashion, mel quickly declared that she would major in nursing and that her specialty would be emergency. she stuck to and followed her passion all the way up to graduation

immediately she was offered a position with boulder's local hospital- the same place she'd completed her clinicals, in the ER. unable to turn down her absolute dream job, mellie moved into a small apartment near the hospital and began her journey

blessedly she wasn't working when the outbreak happened, though she immediately made her way to the place, still determined to help no matter how dangerous the situation. it was there that she and several other surviving nurses, doctors, and patients managed to clean up and post up, after eradicating the building of the remaining infected. mellie remained for the majority of a 10-year-period. they developed a family unit and a system

things were perfect for the group up until they were raided by one of the opposing groups. many of her community members were k*lled, only mellie and a few others managed to escape. once the raid was over, she returned to salvage what she could, including several bags of medical supplies

considering her options, she deduced that the likelihood that another community had managed to form on the university's campus was high, and so she headed to her alma mater. luckily, she was correct, and was blessedly accepted and brought into the community as one of their own. she slipped easily into a nursing position in the community's medical ward, and began her new life. though she is happy, not a day goes by that she doesn't wonder about her mother, and what might have happened to her

#survivors.intro #melodie ft. introduction

[th-vanity]

(   laura harrier.  cis woman. she/her.   )   ⸺   🦬   greetings, buffalos ! walking around campus, sporting her untrustworthy smirk we’ve spotted VANITY RYMES, a thirty year old who contributes to our thriving community as an armorer. according to our intel, they’ve been around the sanctuary for three years and what we know about her, aside from the fact that they DON'T agree with the decision to close the gates, is that she aspires to become the gunsmith but is not considered responsible enough to do so; she grew up in a small town in Alabama, and learnt how to hunt with her dad and older brothers from a young age ; she’s an adrenaline junkie and doesn’t mind putting her life at risk . doesn’t that make them fantastic ? we think it does, and that’s why we appreciate her so much, grateful for what they give to our community.

name: Vanity Rymes nicknames: Vee, Rymes age: thirty gender: cis woman sexuality: bisexual occupation: armorer + traits: skilled, good-humored, resilient - traits: unreliable, impulsive, uncommitted aesthetic: the smell of gunpowder, leaning the chair back almost to the point of falling, the smile of someone who knows something you don’t, cheap wine in an unmarked bottle, military green, undone worksheets.

I.

Vanity was the last child of Ernest Rymes, the only daughter out of the three he had. As a child, she liked toy cars, watching t.v. and causing mayhem. The teachers said that she was smart enough, but her grades would’ve greatly improved had she not spent her whole time at school causing trouble. Most of them saw in her behavior a call for attention; her mother appeared once every few months, without any real explanation of where she had been nor how long she would stay, and her father was often gone too, since he was a merchant that had to travel a lot. 

For the most part, Vanity was left at the care of her older brothers (who weren’t that much older nor responsable than her), or with his grandfather at his armory shop. Her brothers didn’t spent a lot of time with her, but they provided the basics: made sure she ate and that she was at the house to sleep at night. And while her grandfather could be sometimes cold and distant, he cared for her in a way that few other adults did. He passed away when she was sixteen.

Wyatt, the middle sibling, took possession of the armory. Vanity didn’t mind; even if she was the one who spent most time with her grandfather, she had no interest in working. And this didn’t change once she graduated. 

Once she got her diploma - a miracle, according to the principal, due to how many classes she skipped just to smoke at the parking lot -, there were few useful activities she was interested in doing. For the most part, she did small jobs, enough to buy chips and a can of coke from now and then, and sometimes, when her brother insisted enough, covered a shift at the armory. 

II.

Things changed overnight in the town when the pandemic hit. As soon as the first infected person arrived, it was over for them; it spread like a wildfire. Vanity only got out of there alive because Wyatt, who was at the house while she covered a shift at the shop, called to let her know what was going on. The call ended by a shout of panic and the distant sound of growling in the background. Vanity closed the armory shop, used a couple hours to get ready, and left with as much ammunition as she could carry. Perhaps it would’ve been smarter to wait there; after all, the doors and windows were covered with metal bars. Vanity had never been good at sitting put, though. 

She never found her older brother, nor is she sure if he’s still alive. He was out of town when the epidemic hit, so she can only hope.

She went solo for a while, until a hostile encounter with another group of survivors made her realize her chances of living multiplied if she wasn’t alone.She found a group with whom she lived for a couple of years, led by an ex-militar with whom she started a romantic relationship. However, a miscalculation of threat while they were traveling caused everyone to die at the hand of the infected while Vanity was out scouting, rendering her the only survivor. 

Still believing that there was strength in numbers, but not wanting to rush into any group in order to make sure they were people whom she wouldn’t mind living with first, she spent a couple months on her own, avoiding hoards of infected and investigating group of survivors she run into, until finally, she decided that the University of Colorado had what she was looking for. 

III.

She likes living on campus enough. It’s a safe space, she has her needs covered, she found a job she can do without causing much of a fuss. The skills and experience she possesses are enough to be the gunsmith, but the fact that she sometimes skips work and that she’s known for not paying enough attention makes it difficult for her to secure that promotion. However, she’s no longer than the eighteen year old kid she was when the epidemic first hit - over the years she learnt how to be slightly more responsible, meaning she might fight for the position a little harder in the future. 

Vanity is against the rule of not letting new people in only because she finds newcomers exciting; since she’s not a scout, that’s the only way she has to find out what’s going on on the outside. Her worst enemy is boredom, and she’s willing to sacrifice safety in order to avoid it; after all, they won the first coup, didn’t they? They can win another one. 

#survivors.intro #about

[syncrgistic]

(TW // injury mention)

(   WOO  DO  HWAN.  CIS - MAN.  HE / HIM.   )   ⸺   Ꮺ  ⋆   greetings,  buffalos !   walking  around  campus,  sporting  his  letterman  jacket  we’ve  spotted  JAMES  "JAE"  CHOI,   a  THIRTY - TWO  year  old  who  contributes  to  our  thriving  community  as  a  GENERAL  TRAINER  +  HANDYPERSON.   according  to  our  intel,  he’s  been  around  the  sanctuary  for  TWELVE  YEARS  and  what  we  know  about  him,  aside  from  the  fact  that  he  DOES  agree  with  the  decision  to  close  the  gates,  is  that  what  he  lacks  in  book  smarts,  jae  makes  up  in  street  smarts  and  people  skills  ( he  may  not  be  able  to  do  complicated  mathematic  equations  but  he  can  talk  his  way  out  of  anything );   jae  loves  cars  and  his  nissan  skyline  is  his  prized  possession.   it's  pretty  beat  up  as  a  result  of  the  outbreak  but  that  doesn't  stop  him  from  working  on  it  even  if  most  people  think  it's  a  piece  of  junk;   he  has  a  slight  limp  due  to  a  severe  acl  injury.   doesn’t  that  make  him  fantastic ?   we  think  it  does,  and  that’s  why  we  appreciate  him  so  much,  grateful  for  what  he  gives  to  our  community.  

stats

full name: james jaehyun choi

nicknames: jae, jamie, jj

date of birth: 25th march 1992

age: thirty two

gender & pronouns: cis man & he/him

education: high school diploma

occupation: general trainer & handyperson

hometown: seattle, washington

language(s): english, korean

faceclaim: woo do hwan

personality

positive traits: funny, adaptive, playful, spontaneous, extroverted

negative traits: dim, judgemental, quick tempered, irresponsible, absent-minded

mbti: esfp ⎯ the entertainer

enneagram: 7w6 ⎯ the pathfinder

moral alignment: chaotic neutral

temperament: sanguine

zodiac sign: aries sun, aquarius moon, leo rising

character parallels: jason mendoza (the good place), jesus foster (the fosters), joey tribbiani, jason street (friday night lights), andy dywer (parks and rec), troy barnes (community), dean winchester (supernatural)

bio

(tw: injury mention, hospital mention, allusions to depression, alcohol mention)

youngest of the choi family, but the eldest and only son, jaehyun was born into high expectations before he even came out of the womb. the weight of the family name rested on his shoulders, the vice man of the house if anything were to happen to his father. he was his parent's pride and joy. it was just a shame that he couldn't quite live up to the life they had paved for him. there were only two options for jae, take over the family restaurant or become a doctor/lawyer/successful business owner. except jae didn't want any of those things. he wasn't particularly good at anything either like his sisters were. he was just very average at school, barely scraping in some of his subjects but one thing he was good at was sports.

unbeknownst to his parents, jae traded piano lessons for football practice instead, forging permission slips and shoving his jersey at the back of his wardrobe but there was only so long he could hide his secret from them. he didn't have the heart to tell them that he was barely scraping by school either. but then came college applications and the schools that his parents wanted him to apply to were way out of his league with his grades even with a miracle. luckily, his football coach thought jae could have a chance at getting into college on a football scholarship, but that meant that he also had to break the news about his extracurricular activities. they were furious at first but they couldn't stay mad at him if it meant a full ride college scholarship. there was still a chance for him to become something.

except nothing interested him. all jae wanted to do was play football, box or work on cars. he must have switched his majors at least 3 times before settling on something that he thought would be easy and low effort. he couldn't lie, he still struggled but being one of the star football players had its perks, such as getting other people to do his assignments for him or getting an extension from professors because he didn't have time due to his "gruelling" practice schedule. looking back, he let the reputation get to his head, like he was untouchable, treating people like they were beneath him.

it all came crashing down in a split second. third degree acl tear. surgery. you won't be able to play pro football again. jae wasn't sure what hurt more ⎯ his injury or the fact that he wouldn't be able to play like he did again. when he was sat in that hospital bed, looking at the lone balloon and obligatory "get well soon" flowers from his team, he started to regret all his life decisions. maybe he should have listened to his parents when they told his that football wasn't forever and he had to think about the future. maybe he shouldn't have been so cocky, treated people so badly.

the recovery months were probably the hardest ⎯ learning to walk again, not being able to do things by himself, and worse of all, having to see his teammates prepare for the next season without him. for months he felt like he had no purpose in life. his future was looking bleak with no sports career, nor promising professional career. he'd sit in his room, making mixes on his dj deck and watching practice, critiquing them play like he was a commentator on espn. something must have worked because the coach offered him a deputy coach position, soon to become full-time when he retires. it wasn't quite the same as being on the field but it was as close as he could get and he took it without hesitation.

soon after though, the virus happened and his plans were derailed once again. jae found himself in the same position as before, unsure of what his role was in all of this, spending his days drinking beer in his room and gaming, hoping that it'll blow over soon. 12 years later and he's found himself in a trainer position and helping around as the group's handyman.

tldr: a himbo, fail-son, former athlete who had a life-changing injury that changed his whole outlook on life and is trying to find his purpose.

#survivors.intro

[universallyphantompeach]

(   famke janssen.  cis woman.  she + her.   )   ⸺   🦬  greetings, buffalos !  walking around campus, sporting her sultry smile we’ve spotted  Janice Mills,  a  fifty - six year old who contributes to our thriving community as a  Teacher. according to our intel, she’s been around the sanctuary for  five years  , and what we know about her, aside from the fact she  doesn’t agree with the decision to close the gates, is that she is a passionate letter-writer who finds immense joy in crafting heartfelt notes for her friends. With two decades of marriage pre-dating the pandemic, she navigates life with a wealth of experiences. Notably, she has an aversion to loud noises, a quirk that adds a unique dimension to her character. doesn’t that make her fantastic ?  we think it does, and that’s why we appreciate her so much, grateful for what she gives to our community.

Basic Information

Full Name: Janice Mills

Nickname(s): Milly

Age: 56

Gender: cis woman

Pronouns: she/her

Orientation: straight

Occupation: teacher

Language(s) Spoken: english

Family

Father: Keiran Bethalm

Mother: Marisol Bethalm

Husband:Jonathan Mills

Biography

In the quiet of the night, Janice would write stories that transported her beyond her reality. Her computer screen cast a warm glow as she typed away, her words flowing effortlessly as she crafted tales that mirrored the depth of her emotions. Through her online persona, Janice found a community of like-minded individuals who shared her passion for storytelling. Together, they collaborated on virtual adventures that allowed their imaginations to run wild. 

Janice's talent for storytelling grew, and she became a respected figure in her online community. Her writing touched readers from all over the world and provided inspiration to those who sought to escape the mundane. But her love for writing extended beyond the digital realm. Janice spent her nights writing by hand, pouring her thoughts onto paper. 

Her room, once a place of solitude, became a hub of creativity. Her walls were adorned with handwritten letters, and the soft hum of her computer provided a harmonious backdrop to her dual existence. By day, Janice was an educator, sharing her knowledge with eager minds. By night, she cultivated a garden of stories, nurturing the delicate blooms of imagination that flourished under the moon's gentle gaze.

Janice's journey into love with her husband, Johnathan, wasn't an instantaneous spark. Their connection took time to cultivate and deepen. However, fate intervened, and an unexpected twist left Janice unsure of Johnathan's fate. The uncertainty of his survival haunted her, and she grappled with the unknown. 

Despite her yearning for closure, Janice faced the possibility that the answers may never come. The absence of certainty gnawed at her, but she bravely accepted the bittersweet solace of accepting the unknown. Her ache for Johnathan was a testament to their connection, and she found strength in preserving her heart from the potential devastation of misplaced hope. 

As she navigated her emotions, Janice found beauty in embracing the present moment, cherishing the memories she held, and finding a quiet strength in the face of life's unresolved mysteries.

Connections:

First friend in the sanctuary. open

Former friends turned enemies.open

Former enemies turned friends. open

Exes or past flings. open

No strings attached/flirtationship. open

People met outside of the sanctuary. open

Students. open

Rivals. open

Mentor. open

Coworkers/work friends. open

#survivors.intro

[godlxghts]

INTRODUCTIONS

Loren Strauss

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