TWD Culling: Character Bin

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LIST OF ACCEPTED CHARACTERS

OOC (Out of Character)

IC (IN CHARACTER)​

 

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Basics

Name: Frank Campos
Date of Birth (& age): August 3, 1983 (34 Years Old)
Place of Birth: Houston, Tx
Gender: Male
Language(s): English
Family/Friends/Pets/Etc:
- Wife: Jess Williams
- Best Friend:
- Friend:

Physical Description

Height: 5'10
Weight: 165lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Dark Brown

Typical Clothing/Equiptment (include weapons):
Aside from his HPD Uniform, Frank appreciates 'common clothes'. This includes dark colored t-shirts (black, navy blue, dark gray), both long and short sleeve and cargo pants - something with enough pockets to carry numerous things. He wears his steel toed boots with nearly every outfit as it was something his military family bestowed upon him. In addition to his firearm (a licensed Sig Sauer P220 provided by the HPD) and all other equipment supplied by the force, Frank carried a folding knife - it tends to come in handy more than one would imagine.

Personality/Attributes

Personality/Attitude: Frank is sometimes self-absorbed and takes no account of others feelings and emotions. This often occurs after he starts drinking (on and off the job), an addiction he fails to address. This attitude has proven to jeopardize his frame of mind, causing him to overstep his boundaries as a peace officer. He has been hit with numerous claims of excessive force and verbal abuse while on the job - claims that never seem to stick. However, if sober, Frank may be one of the most respected policeman in his district. He takes his job seriously and holds no sympathy for criminals.

Skills/Talents: Attention to detail may be Frank's most valuable trait. He knows how to analyze situations and act accordingly - most of the time. He carries his weapons with utmost respect and integrity and is quite the shot.

Weaknesses: Alcoholic and Close-Minded
Fears: Lonesome death, claustrophobic
Hobbies/Interests: Gun Range, Basketball and Pool
Religion/Beliefs: Nonbeliever
Occupation: HPD Police Officer
Past Occupations: Construction worker​

 

[Wolverbells]

Name: Avery "Ava" Cortez

Date of Birth (& age): December 12th, 1990; 26 going on 27 years old.

Place of Birth: McAllen, Texas

Gender: Female

Language(s): Spanish, English, ASL

Family/Friends/Pets/Etc: All of her family and friends were left in McAllen and in Reynosa, Mexico.


Physical Description


Height: 5'5"


Weight: 145 lbs


Hair Color: Brown


Eye Color: Chocolate Brown


Typical Clothing/Equipment (include weapons): Opting for the easy route in clothing, Avery wears a pair of sturdy jeans, a black t-shirt, and her black firefighting boots which have kept up with her over the years. Her hair is typically seen up in a pony tail all while she wears a black hat to shield her from the unforgiving Texas sun. She totes along a backpack that always has bandaging in it, as well as two bottles of water, Tylenol, and a screwdriver. On her hand you will always find a bloodied axe, that has saved her life several times.


Personality/Attributes


Personality/Attitude: Avery has a heart of gold. Ever since young she has always wanted to help those that were in need. Over the years, though, she came to see how the world worked which toughened her up. Insults hardly ever phase her, and her tone with most that she doesn't know is monotone and sometimes rude. She is one to try to keep an open mind but takes everything with a grain of salt, and would like those close to her to think the same way.


Skills/Talents: First aid comes naturally, being trained in handling anything from choking to a severe burn. Having lived alone for several years, and many of those having been on a low budget, Avery learned to make meals out of whatever she had. The times that she was on her shift for hours on end, Avery also learned to manage her hunger.


Weaknesses: Avery does not like guns or rifles or any type of firearm. Her father had a strict "No Firearms" rule while she grew up. Once she moved up to Houston, her friends did take her a few times to the shooting rage in order for her to learn how to defend herself with a gun but her anxiety was too severe and she would practically run out.


Fears: Water, firearms, clowns, insects.


Hobbies/Interests: Cycling, Crossfit, volunteering at animal shelters.


Religion/Beliefs: Roman Catholic


Occupation: Firefighter


Past Occupations: Full time student, part time coach at the YMCA.

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[Mars Walker]

Basics

Name: Samudra "Sam" Holland
Date of Birth (& age): November 1, 1994
Place of Birth: Port Aransas, Texas
Gender: Female
Language(s): English, Spanish​

Family/Friends/Pets/Etc: ​

Florence Holland (Mother|Deceased)
Tony Holland (Father|Deceased)
Marina Holland (Younger Sister|Deceased)
Jack Holland (Older Brother| Unknown)
Buster (Pet)
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Physical Description​

Height: 5'9
Weight: 170
Hair Color: Dirty Blonde
Eye Color: Hazel
Typical Clothing/Equiptment: Sam can be seen wearing black skinny jeans, brown combat boots, a Jane's Addiction band tee, and a pullover sweater. She also wears a cowboy hat to protect her head from the unforgiving Texas sun. As for weapons, she carries a hatchet and a metal baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire. Samudra carries a large backpack filled with necessities.
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Personality/Attributes​

Personality/Attitude: Sam tends to be quiet and thoughtful, but is a care-free type of girl. She enjoys the quiet when she can get it. Sam generally tries to avoid conflict, but knows how to take charge when it arises. She's responsible, and considered reliable. She does have quite a few pet peeves, but has learned to dismiss many of them, however, the apocalypse is a very stressful time, and Sam has found it necessary to be very wary of any survivors she comes across. She's a bit of a dreamer.

Skills/Talents: As a former ballerina, and a casual surfer, Sam has an insanely good sense of balance. She's light on her feet, and can be quieter than a moth fart when she wants to be. Sam has taken the time to learn most of the plants Texas has to offer, and is good at identifying things to eat and surviving off the land.

Weaknesses: She's not very physically strong, and it's her downfall when fighting the undead.

Fears: Sam mostly fears a painful death, and living a lonely life.

Hobbies/Interests: Sharks are creatures that Sam admires and loves greatly. She also enjoys photograpy and watching Netflix until the sun rises. She absolutely adores the beach.

Religion/Beliefs: Sam only believes in karma.

Occupation: She volunteered for ARK in Port A, and worked part-time at the Texas State Aquarium, and was a part time student for Marine Biology at TAMUCC.

Past Occupations: Whataburger cashier

Additional Notes: Her dog, Buster, travels with her, and fits in her backpack when she's on the move.​

 

[Mr. Calcium]

Basics

Name: Kang Su-rin (Su for short)
Date of Birth (& age): 15th of April 1988 (29 years old)
Place of Birth: Born in Melbourne, Australia but moved to Seoul in South Korea when she was 6 before eventually moving to Houston at the age of 28
Gender: Female
Language(s): Fluent Korean, decent at speaking English but understands it well (She also has problems with her Australian accent and Korean accent struggling to work together)
Family/Friends/Pets/Etc: Has a father and mother who nothing is known about right now

Physical Description

Height: 5'8
Weight: 155
Hair Color: Brown with white highlights at the bottom
Eye Color: Brown
Detailed Physical Description (if image is not provided): -
Typical Clothing/Equiptment (include weapons):
-Casual clothing/sturdy clothing (Jeans, simple shirts, boots etc.)
-Large backpack with all the necessities (Canned foods, sleeping bag, fire crackers, rope, lighter, water bottles, AR15 ammo)
-AR15 (She aquired this after finding it at the corpse of a dead soldier)
-Bowie knife
-Basic first aid kit (Bandages, salves/creams, gauze, plasters, safety pins, eye patches, gloves, tweezers, sticky tape and cleansing wipes)

Personality/Attributes

Personality/Attitude: Su-rin comes off as a very quiet girl who seems to be rather harmless. However she can turn into a cold blooded killer whenever it is needed. In the short time she has been in this mess she has understood that being sensitive is not the way of living. It's either live or die. She is very caring towards her companions however, making her a trustworthy listener.
Skills/Talents: She practiced parkour, basic medical knowledge, psychologist, daughter of a special-ops soldier so knows how to handle a gun
Weaknesses: Su-rin is sensitive to the pain of others and can't stand it to listen to other people's hurt. This is what made her a good psychologist, she knew how to put herself into the shoes of her patients. Next to that she also broke her ankle when she was 24 while doing parkour which left her with permanent damage to it and makes it hard for her to walk on it at times.
Fears: Su-rin is not scared of much but if there is anything it is children. Not in the way of children themselves, but rather the pain the disaster has caused to them. To her, children have a mind even she can't understand and it scares her. This is why when she sees a child walker, she always kills them without looking at them. She wants to relieve them of their torture but she does not want to look the child in their eyes. She is also scared of the parents of diseased children, knowing they can be very scary people.
Hobbies/Interests: Parkour, gardening, camping
Religion/Beliefs: She believes in no one but herself.
Occupation: Psychologist
Past Occupations: Competition parkourist until her accident
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[OppositeInverse]

Character Sheet




Basics

Name: Carmella 'Mel' Sandoval-Simpson

Date of Birth (& age): June 15, 2000 - 17 years old.

Place of Birth: Houston, TX (Midtown Resident)

Gender: Female
Language(s): English, Spanish, Latin.
Family/Friends/Pets/Etc:

Nora Simpson (Mother was Age 33) - Died in 2014 from terminal cancer.

Shawn Simpson (Father Age 37) - Status Unknown: Chief Consultant at NRG Energy.

Shawn Simpson Jr. (Brother Age 9) - Status Unknown: Student at MacGregor Elementary School.

Choc (Dog: Chocolate Labrador) - Last seen at Simpson Residence.

Physical Description

Height: 5'9"
Weight: 135 lbs
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Hazel

Typical Clothing/Equipment (include weapons):

- Usually fitted clothing such as jeans, t shirts, cardigans, chinos, cargo pants/shorts etc. Athletic apparel based with jewelry accessories.

- Currently wearing a black long sleeve Team USA Soccer Camp shirt with fitted jeans. Her school backpack has some math, science, and chemistry books in them, along with her mace her father provided.

- Since the collapse she has acquiesced a Fireman's Ax from the school's emergency Fire case, stockpiled food, water, and drinks from the school cafeteria and vending machines, and also medicine and first aid items from the school infirmary.

Personality/Attributes

Personality/Attitude:
Mel is typically a courteous girl by nature, and rarely ever takes risks. Somewhat shy to anyone inspecting her personally. Thus from this she also has very low sense of ambition as her curiosity is never piqued. She occasionally displays self control whenever a mature moment calls for it, and is known to provide a generously nurturing side to those who're deeply in need. She leans on trust maybe more than she should, seeing the good in everyone, but she compensates for this by keeping people distant and never being honest with them about who she is. She can be loyal if proven the person is capable of being followed.

Despite these fluctuations, Mel is actually a really affectionate person at heart, generally a romantic and flirty girly girl underneath the exterior she exudes. She's sympathetic as well altruistic once you get to the root of understanding her. She's very observant of others and touch and go in terms of optimism. She often leads with her heart and thinking instead of logic. Because of these fluctuations yet introverted tendencies, she can Be fairly unstable at times. Not impulsive or devious, simply unstable.


Skills/Talents:
Mel plays and is very adept at soccer. She plays right defender and forward, and has even attended several USA camps. Thus she is athletically fit and flexible, capable of bending full fold and sprinting for enhanced amounts of time; Also a bit of rough side and tomboy tendencies in her that makes her able to deal with physically demanding conditions. She's had her fair share of fights when she was a younger girl with boys in her neighborhood. Also looking at her, one would never know she is a scientific genius, the opposite of the status quo set in blondes. Her passion for physics and chemistry is only matched by her silent intelligence, afraid she'd be seen as a total geek. She has a secondhand experience with math as well. She knows her periodic tables and property makeup of almost anything.

Her father was raised a country man, so Mel knows about produce as well as an independent lifestyle. Mel is also trilingual in English, Latin and Spanish, as her father is Causcasian and her mother was Hispanic (Brazilian). She took Latin classes her Sophomore and Junior years. Also, she can cook her ass off, as her mother used to share family recipes with her, adding to her love for science in the mixing of herbs, spices, and elements of Mother Earth. Science and Art is one in the same to her. She's also a very good swimmer, swimming by herself since age 5 via lessons.


Weaknesses: She knows nothing about cars, mechanics (unless it's quantum), or vehicles. She also often overthinks a lot and can be a bit stubborn and melodramatic on more of the personal front. Add in she's a teenager and a young woman with cycles her constant opposing traits sometimes come off as unruly to others. She's not opposed to weapons but she's never embraced them either. She's never shot a gun at all, so her skill in that isn't a toss up. She absolutely HATES men hitting other women, and seeing people sick as well (because of her mother).


Fears: Mel's biggest fear is being alone permanently. She isn't a very material girl at all, so snakes, bugs, guns etc don't really scare her. It's the deeper things. Isolation, Fate, Destination, all of these things she deeply contemplates from time to time. No one wants to die, but she'd hate it if she died without being anything to the world.

Hobbies/Interests: Soccer, Science, Horror Movies, LOVES Sports (Houston Texans and Rockets fan), cooking, exercising, reading comics and novels, researching interesting thing she about space and science, Ballet (only to help soccer agility), LOVES to swim (took swimming lessons at Houston University as a child), she likes video games and board games, and she loves the following music: R&B, Reggae, Pop, Old Rock, and House music.

Religion/Beliefs: Raised Catholic, Believes in God heavy and has a strong sense of supernatural faith.

Occupation: Senior at Reagan High School (Soccer Athlete)

Past Occupations: Never had a job.

Additional Notes:
* Has a raspy voice
* tugs the bottom of her hair when she's nervous
* can whistle REALLY loud




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Basics

Name: Bryan Luke
Date of Birth (& age): March 17, 2000: Age 17

Place of Birth: Houston, TX
Gender: Male
Language(s): English

Family/Friends/Pets/Etc:

Keith Luke (Father) - Status Unknown
Erin Luke (Mother) - Status Unknown

Physical Description

Height: 6'2"
Weight: 208 lbs
Hair Color: Light Brown
Eye Color: Dark Brown

Typical Clothing/Equiptment (include weapons): Varsity Reagan High Football Letterman Jacket, white shirt, Levi Jeans, fitted boots.

Personality/Attributes

Personality/Attitude: Restless, Caring, Considerate, Independent, Courageous, Depressed.

Skills/Talents: Very strong and physically astute. High endurance, and can lift heavy objects. Puts his body on the line before others dare to. He can bake the hell out of cookies when he's not driving people into the dirt. A brute force to mess with in terms of fighting. He can climb and hike things that seem impossible to climb. A master with anything Melee based.

Weaknesses: He can be very independent to the point of pride and stubbornness. He secretly battles with depression, which causes him to zone out and become randomly isolated and aloof at times. Also, his restlessness leads to mild anxiety and can get overworked at the most random things.



Fears: Nosocomephobia - Fear of hospitals. Bad incident with needles when he was a kid.

Hobbies/Interests:
God. Football. Family: The Texas way. Baking surprisingly. Lifting weights and working out. Boxing. Hiking. Playing video games. Action movies, anything with The Rock. Wrestling. Listening to classic 80s Rock.



Religion/Beliefs: Christian.

Occupation: Star Linebacker/ Team Captain of Reagan High Bulldogs Football

Past Occupations: His parents spoiled him.

 

[RiddL]

Name: Edward Nigma
Date of Birth (& age): 30-04-1994 (23)
Place of Birth: Busselton, West Australia.
Gender: Male
Language(s): English, Profanity.
Family/Friends/Pets/Etc: Wife (Deceased) Son (Deceased)

Physical Description

Height: 6'3"

Weight: 96 Kg

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Hazel

Detailed Physical Description (if image is not provided): Has tattoos all across Chest, back and upper arms, most of them are images from books, including the Wheel Of time.

Typical Clothing/Equiptment (include weapons): As above, including a kangaroo leather jacket, along with a 70 lb bow with a quiver of 24 arrows. He has an Axe on his back for breaking into houses and a small hatchet strapped to his leg in case a walker decides to come for a kiss. He also has a '308 hunting rifle, which he has dubbed the 'Problem Solver'.

Personality/Attributes

Personality/Attitude: Edward is a surprisingly witty and entertaining person, even though he is completely destroyed by what happened with his family he still cracks jokes about most situations he's in, even if the jokes are bad he does it just to keep the spirits of everyone else up. Though when it comes to scouting or sleep, he prefers to be alone, preferring his own company and thoughts rather than that of another person.

Skills/Talents: Before he moved to America to start working as a Bartender, Edward was apart of the Australian Army, the ADF. He specialised in reconnaissance and Long range designated marksmanship, essentially a sniper. He went on a few tours and was honorably discharged after taking a round to the chest that punctured his lung. After that he took up archery and hunting as a way to stay fit, participating in competitions with his bow and often coming second or third, the first place always remaining elusive to him. After his move to America, meeting his future wife and having a baby boy, Kylar. Edward settled down and started bartending, being rather popular because of his australian background. Because of his military background he acted as a bouncer as well as a bartender, mixing drinks and removing drunks.

Weaknesses: Fear of fire and deep water. Not a people person. Overly cautious and wary of any and all newcomers. After what haopened with his family and taking to the drink, he is slowly finding that he cant function without it anymore.

Fears: Fire, deep water, losing friends and family, being shot again.

Hobbies/Interests: Hunting, Archery, Drinking.

Religion/Beliefs: Atheist

Occupation: Bartender

Past Occupations: Australian Defence Force (SAS) (Designated Marksman)

Additional Notes: Had to kill wife and son after they turned with a small flick blade that he used to brain them, stabbing them in the soft part behind the ear and under the jaw, this has mentally scarred him and driven him to start drinking heavily in his spare time, though he takes any tasks that he has with fervor and determination and doesn't drink during these times.

 

[Akashi]

NAME
Dayton Malik Evans

DATE OF BIRTH/AGE
13th April, 31

PLACE OF BIRTH
New Orleans, Louisiana

GENDER
Male

LANGUAGE(S)
American English, French

FAMILY
Pritchard Malik Evans (Father - Deceased)
Sonya Wells (Mother - Unknown Status)
Jaylan Malik Evans (Little Brother - Unknown Status)
Isabel Jorge (Ex Wife - Unknown Status)

HEIGHT
6"2

WEIGHT
183 LBS

HAIR COLOR
Black

EYE COLOR
Dark Brown

TYPICAL EQUIPMENT/WEAPONS
Usually would wear jeans, shirts, and or a leather jacket. It varies, but most of the time, or at the moment, he is wearing a suit. Dayton does not neccessarily have a weapon as of right now, but usually would use a makeshift one.

PERSONALITY/ATTITUDE
A rather straightforward man. Has an intense personality, but with a wise mind. Relentless in action, but also quite selfish. The latter part is something he doesn't show often. He can use you or anyone else for his own benefit. Other than that, he is a kind man who has his way with words. Can provoke someone by merely talking. The type who would do anything to survive or dirty his hands.

SKILLS/TALENTS
Having been a Doctor, he has medical knowledge. He knows how to make poison, and or help with a wound. Other than that, he can use a gun, and is a fighter. He can pack a punch. Has great endurance as well.

WEAKNESSES
Screeching Noise, Indifferent (Sometimes), Pushy (Sometimes)
FEARS
The fate of his family. Not surviving this hell.

HOBBIES/INTERESTS
Basketball, American Football, Sport Cars, Motorcycles.

RELIGION/BELIEFS
Christian

OCCUPATION
Criminal

PAST OCCUPATION
Doctor​

 

[The Dapper Mog]

Character Sheet

Basics

Name:

Julianna Autumn

Date of Birth (& age):

October Fourth, Nineteen-Ninety, 10/04/1990 (27)

Place of Birth:

San Antonio, Texas

Gender:

Female

Language(s):

English

Family/Friends/Pets/Etc:

Annabeth Autumn, Mother, Deceased
Andrew Autumn, Father, Deceased

Physical Description

Height:

5'4"

Weight:

113 lbs.

Hair Color:

Black

Eye Color:

Brown

Typical Clothing/Equiptment (include weapons):

T-shirts
Jeans
Tank Tops
HPD Uniform
S&W M&P 40
Iroquois Club

Personality/Attributes

Personality/Attitude:

Julianna is a proud person. Beyond any measure of her personality lies pride, in herself, her heritage, her occupation, etc...She believes firmly in right and wrong, a belief system that she took with her when she joined the HPD. However, Julianna recognizes that a good number of situations create a morally grey reality, and therefore sometimes goes against this belief system if it means that she can stay alive. Regardless of how the world is, she has always believed in doing good things and being friendly towards people. However, as of late, she has become more reserved of people. This is partly because of her years as an officer, and her own experiences with people betraying her. Julianna still sees good in people, and actively attempts to bring that to the surface. While she prefers to be reasonably accommodating for people, she has a tendency to react rashly when threatened.

Skills/Talents:

Survivalist
Conditioned Runner
Firearms Training
Unarmed Combat Training (Mostly Krav Maga, Some Ju-Jitsu)
Herbalist
Artistic
Climbing
Defensive Driving
Urban Navigation Training (Parkour)

Weaknesses:

Poor Immune System
Allergy to Latex

Fears:

Claustrophobia (Fear of Enclosed Spaces)
Ophidiophobia (Fear of Snakes)

Hobbies/Interests:

Iroquois History and Culture
Firearms
Parkour
Running
Painting
Ju-Jitsu
Krav Maga

Religion/Beliefs:

Spiritualist/Agnostic

Occupation:

Police Officer (HPD)

Past Occupations:

College Runner
Iroquois Culture Center Clerk
Bartender

Additional Notes:

May add some later.​

 

[Hell Hound Woof]

Lincoln Hunsucker​

Date of Birth (& age): January 29th 1981 (36)
Place of Birth: Charleston, South Carolina
Gender: Male
Language(s): English, Partial Spanish
Family: Daughter, Tania Hunsucker. Wife, Amanda Hunsucker.

Physical Description

Height: 5'11
Weight: 175lbs
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Green
Scars & Tattoos: Lincoln has many scars. One on his left pectoral that drags to his collar bone. One on his left forearm between his radius and ulna. Multiple other random scars. There are a number of tattoos decorating Lincoln's body however few are important.
Typical Clothing: Lincoln prefers modest clothing, although sometimes his tastes dip more towards the white trash side of things. Cut off flannel vests, torn t shirts, jeans and typically a pair of boots. He often wears a bandana or some form of hat to keep his hair out of his face.
Equipment: He carries a large duffle with backpack straps. Inside he has few changes of clothes along with whatever ammunition he has to hold onto. Inside he carries the heavier items that he and his daughter need to survive. A small grill plate, canned goods and blankets. Though they dont have a medical kit Lincoln has filled a sewing kit with gauze and alcohol. He carries a S&W assisted opening pocket knife that no longer opens from the back spring. His firearm of choice is his Thompson Series 80 1911 chambered with .45 ACP.

Personality/Attributes​

Personality/Attitude: Though he is a good person and almost always has a good idea in his heart he can indulge in some malicious acts. From his youth and time spent in prison he learned that sometimes man must be a beast. When his mind is at peace however he is not an unkind man, especially around his daughter. However he wouldnt be described as friendly to the unknown stranger. He often will go out of his way to help the under dog, provided it doesnt endanger his daughter.

Skills: Cooking, Emotional support, Breaking and entering, Running, Pretty average shot.

Talents: Lincoln does not have very many other than those he was brought up to value. He's been through his share of fights and picked up a number of ways to hurt people. He excels most in hand to hand combat by utilizing whatever part of him he can to harm someone, often considered dirty moves.

Weaknesses: His daughter is a serious problem child in these times as it is hard to keep track of her and defend himself at the same time. Her mother was lost early in the outbreak which presents a particularly problematic emotional situation.

Fears: Really fucking hates spiders, like holy shit fuck those things.
Hobbies/Interests: He likes to cook when he can but in these times that isnt often. He likes firearms and knives, particularly those of classic style. Lincoln has remained strong due to the increased physical activity of the past 6 weeks however he typically exercises on a regular basis.
Religion/Beliefs: He was brought up Southern Baptist, however his father never particularly cared and with time Lincoln forgot about religion all together. However he does try to impart a somewhat barbaric moral view on his daughter it couldnt be called a religion.
Occupation: While Lincoln has never had a real job it could be said that he was a criminal for hire. While in prison he was certainly considered a hired hand.

Spoiler

Lincoln was born into a family of chaos. During his birth his mother passed from complications, hours after he was born his eldest brother was shot and killed. His father, Victor Hunsucker, was a man with a big reputation in the underworld of motorcycle clubs and drug running. With no mother to influence him Lincoln grew up tough and idolized his father with some restraint. He understood his father's complexities, while he wasnt a good man he wasnt a bad one either. Victor Hunsucker did many terrible things in his youth as a member of the Hells Angels and some in his elder years as well. After a bad accident however Victor couldnt ride and was forced to take an active role in his children's lives. Lincoln grew up with two brothers from the same mother and many other half brothers across the country.

His father groomed his boys to be strong men with the necessary talents to make them master criminals. The boys also inherited bits of their fathers looks, all turning out quite attractive. Morris being the biggest of them all followed by Allen the middle one and most attractive. Lincoln was the runt for some time, being younger than his two brothers by three and five years. However around the time Lincoln began going through puberty he beefed up and began exercising constantly. At the age of sixteen Lincoln was given his first gun, a matte black Thompson series 80 1911 that chambered with .45 ACP rounds with a checkered wood grip. With age Lincoln grew talented with his gun. As the three grew they specialized in aspects of their father's work. The middle brother Allen grew good with mechanics and guns, the eldest brother Morris had a talent for breaking into places, and Lincoln grew to be the fighter of the group. At the age of 19 Lincoln was brought into the family business fully. The brothers and their father had worked over a small post office where they'd heard a package of expensive jewels was coming through. Lincoln had been suspicious that his brother's were toying with him but in fact it had been true. Some foolish old woman had sent over $19,000 in jewelry over the US postal service and a friend of Victor had heard about it. That night the brother's threw a big party where Lincoln met his longtime heartthrob Amanda Troy. Lincoln and Amanda hit it off and the next year they had a beautiful baby girl, Tania. The pair moved into a poorly kept home together and began their life. Though it was not what they had imagined originally. The burden of a new child was more than the pair had imagined and it caused strife between the two. Eventually Lincoln found himself sleeping on the couch in order to get a decent nights sleep and to let the baby do the same. The pair lived together for 2 years before any real trouble boiled up. Amanda had found a number in Lincolns phone that was unsaved and had been called to and from multiple times. When confronted he claimed that it was one of his half brothers asking for money, Amanda suspected otherwise. That night she left with Tania in her arms while Lincoln shouted from the top of lungs demanding her to trust him. The following evening when Amanda did not return he threw a party to take his mind off of things and in an effort to stick it to her.


During Lincoln's party his father brought him out to the garage of their small home. He explained to Lincoln the family had been hired to raid a small marijuana farm and that he wanted him on board. Lincoln more than happily agreed and the family laid plans to steal everything. After some months the family felt it was ready, all except Morris. Morris believed they needed more men in order to watch take the inside of the barn. The boys' father disagreed and refused to allow any one else in on the job.


The day of the raid Morris and Lincoln were tasked with retrieving firearms for the lot of them. Allen and their father took the day to prepare their vehicle. The four met at a designated location several miles from the barn they called their target. Morris and Lincoln were going into the building while their father and Allen watched the exits. The group entered the 18 wheeler that Allen had spent the day outfitting with armor plating and a heavy duty front guard. Inside the rig the boys readied their weapons, Allen had a hunting rifle, Morris and Lincoln held Remington 870s. The big rig was driven down the long dirt road and as they neared the cut the lights and slowed the vehicle long enough for Lincoln and Morris to exit. The 18 wheeler would be taken up the road where Allen would watch the road that led away from the barn. Lincoln and Morris ran in the field next to the farm, adjacent to the one road that led to the barn. As the boys neared the barn they split apart, Morris heading around the back and Lincoln around towards the large front door. Lincoln scanned the area around the barn. He closed in and saw a smaller door cut into the large double. He held the shotgun by it's stock and extended his left hand towards the door. He tested it and felt the resistance of a lock on the handle. He grabbed his shotgun with both hands and brought down the butt on the handle. It bent and he struck it again, knocking it from it's place.

He pushed opened the door and moved inside quickly, then shut the door behind himself. He scanned the room and saw multiple large plants under many lights which created an almost white tint to the room. As he looked up he saw a small secondary balcony where several men sat around a table. Lincoln spotted two muscled shirtless men standing over a table snipping buds on the ground floor. He lowered himself behind a plant and looked past the men towards where he hoped Morris had moved inside but didnt see him. Lincoln peaked further out then heard a loud bang from the opposite side of the room. He ducked back behind cover and heard men mumbling, then the blast of a shotgun. He rose from his knees and heard the pops of smaller pistols. He looked up to the balcony and saw men getting firearms ready. He raised his shotgun then squeezed the trigger and watched eagerly as he felt the recoil. He saw two men side by side erupt with blood. He slammed back the fore end and adjusted his aim for a man on the edge of the balcony taking aim with an AK-47. The man trained his sights on Lincoln and squeezed the trigger, letting loose a barrage of bullets. Lincoln threw himself to the floor and watched as bullets ripped through soil containers and broke plant stems. He saw them strike ground near him as well, very narrowly missing his head. He heard the crack of a shotgun, then a second and Morris shouting. Lincoln ducked from behind cover for a moment and heard the AK go off again, he threw one hand up over his head and ducked down again. This time a bullet ripped through Lincoln's left arm. Lincoln's dropped his shotgun and clutched his arm. He shouted in pain, he had never been shot before and he certainly hadnt expected hole in his arm. Looking at his arm he was almost baffled by the clean hole through his forearm.



"Lincoln!" Morris shouted from the back, "Link!"



Lincoln took a deep breath, then another quickly, followed by another. He grabbed his shotgun and aimed it over the edge of the plants towards where the AK man had last been. He squeezed the trigger and let the recoil carry the shotgun so he didnt have to lift it backwards. He went to reach for the slide but felt his hand tensing severely. He gritted his teeth and clutched the slide, trying to force his arm to rack it back. He watched as it moved slightly then slammed his hand down, letting out a wince. He slid it forward and heard the next slug fill the chamber.



"Lincoln!" Morris shouted, searching for his brother, "Lincoln god damnit!"



"I'm goo…" Lincoln was interrupted by a few bullets ripping through the soil container and plant next to him, eradicating it. Then the sound of gunfire stopped and he heard a metallic click. Lincoln immediately sprung from his cover and raised the shotgun in his good arm. He saw the man and lined up the shot as best he could. The man saw Lincoln and began running, Lincoln drew a bead on him and squeezed the trigger. A loud crack as the barrel erupted and Lincoln controlled the recoil as it sprung back lightly. He watched the man drop as blood sprayed from his side.



"Linco…" Morris began before being interrupted.



"Morris damnit! I got this, handle yours!" Lincoln said as he racked the slide with a groan, he began to search "I think all mine are dead."



"How many?!" Morris shouted from the back, "I've got five dead back here!"



"I got three dead up top," Lincoln said recalling the two men that had been on the ground floor. He dropped to a knee and quickly checked his surroundings. Lincoln saw no one and wondered if those two men had run back towards Morris. He tried to remember what they looked like.



"Morris you got two shirtless muscle heads with gloves on?" Lincoln asked carefully watching and listening. A moment passed and as Lincoln opened his mouth again Morris shouted up.



"I got one!" He said. His words seemed to act as impetus for the other man to attack. Lincoln heard heavy footfalls followed by a loud yelling. He knew Morris wouldnt be able to help him so he spun around as quick as he could with his shotgun in hand. As Lincoln faced his opponent he saw what he was up against. A muscled man had a machete in hand with a dangerous look on his face. He tucked a shoulder into Lincoln's stomach and knocked him back, pressing the shotgun into his ribs and agitating his wounded arm. Lincoln fell back and the man was already above him with his machete raised. Lincoln held his shotgun above his face and watched as the man brought down the machete. The first attack was a downward slash, easily deterred by the shotgun. The second was a stab that Lincoln had a harder time redirecting. Lincoln swung the shotgun in an effort to knock the point away from his face. His efforts were not in vain but the man made sure to drive the blade down hard. Lincoln had only seconds before he would be impaled by the second attempt. He dropped the shotgun to the side and hoped he was fast enough. He grabbed the muscled man's hands and threw a leg up between his legs. The blade had begun to sink into Lincoln's left pectoral as the man tensed from the pain. Lincoln threw another leg up, then another and the man fell over, dragging the blade through Lincoln's chest over his collar bone. Lincoln regripped the shotgun and rolled onto his stomach to take aim at the big man. The big man had not fallen far so the shot wasnt hard to line up.Lincoln saw the mans machete hand twitch and squeezed the trigger. The mans head was eradicated and turned into a splatter of red on the cement and odd bits of skull and bone on the plants. Lincoln breathed a sigh of relief and watched as Morris came into view, he had blood on his knuckles and was holding a 9mm Beretta in his belt line. His shotgun was slung over his shoulder as he neared his little brother. Lincoln refused his brothers aid as he tried to stand on his own. Lincoln hunched over and threw a thumbs up at Morris which then turned into a middle finger. Morris laughed and patted his brother on the shoulder, which caused him to wince and recoil from the wound.



"Sorry…" Morris said with a coy smile, "We'll get you doctored up, help me get the door."



Allen had been watching the front barn door through his rifle scope for some time, waiting for either his brothers or the farmers to step through the door. He watched with nervous anticipation as he saw the doors begin to slide apart but was calmed at seeing Morris waving into the dark. Morris looked at Lincoln grumbled something about pain. The elder brother moved past his little brother and to table where the men had been snipping their buds. He found a torch and his face turned to a grimace as he approached his brother. Lincoln looked at the torch with a mix of fear and resentment. He knew it had to be done, he couldnt be bleeding if they were going to continue. Lincoln looked at his brother who sparked the torch with his own lighter. Morris put a hand on his brother's shoulder and raised his shoulders. A nod from Lincoln and the burning began. Cauterizing wounds was common in the Hunsucker family, almost symbolic to them. A wound that was burned clean would leave a mark and that would add to their stories. The large 18 wheeler rolled into view and backed up to the doors of the barn. Allen and father climbed out of the cab. Allen greeted his brothers, Victor greeted Lincoln warmly as well as Morris. But there was little time for making nice, the family only had so long before they had to be on the other side of the state to deliver their loot. Within an hour the entire crop had been loaded and secured into the 18 wheeler and the family was on their way away from the scene of the crime. Lincoln had maintained consciousness for some time but in the back of the big rigs cab he succumbed to his exhaustion. It seemed that he was only asleep for a second before he was woken by police sirens. Allen was driving fast and ahead of them was a short bridge with police on the opposite side of it. Lincoln quickly sprung up and prepared for whatever was going to happen.



"Allen damnit, ram them!" Victor shouted as he leaned out of the window and squeezed off a few shots.



"Morris?!" Allen asked with a clear hesitation in his voice.



"Go!" Morris shouted, "Dad said right! Run through them!"



The 18 wheeler's engine rumbled louder as Allen drove down the pedal and tightened his grip on the wheel. Morris, Victor and Lincoln all braced for the impact of the barricade by holding various objects in the cab. The eighteen wheeler broke through the double lines of police cars with some shaking but only managed a few yards before the road spikes crippled the vehicles tired and rolled into the undercarriage. Allen tried to control the vehicle as it began slowing down, his knuckles white from the force he put on the wheel. A police cruiser sped up to the right side of the cab, Victor aimed his pistol out the window and let off a few shots.



"Fuck!" Victor shouted angrily, "Fuck fuck fuck! How the fuck did they know?"



The cruiser swung wide to avoid the gunfire putting itself out of Victor's range. Allen looked over at the cruiser and saw it swinging back in. He shouted and twisted the wheel towards them knowing their intention. The two vehicles collided for a moment then the smaller police cruiser was overtaken by the weight of the 18 wheeler. It's partially crushed form sunk under the cab and elevated one side of the 18 wheeler. The boys and their father clung to what they could as the vehicle was driven from the road on it's side. The left side of the vehicle slammed into the ground and Lincoln was thrown to the side being struck unconscious by the impact. Lincoln had landed in such a way that it looked as if his neck had been snapped so his brothers and father assumed he had.



"Lincoln!" Victor said as he tried to remove himself from on top of Allen. Allen had been the cushion for his father's fall being that he under him. Victor raised Lincoln's head and let out a short sigh of anger.



"Pops we gotta roll!" Allen said as he kicked out the front windows, "Link is gone!"



Morris and Allen exited the vehicle and began laying down suppressive fire towards the police down the road. Victor checked his son's beltline for the pistol he had been given and took it with him as he fled. The two older brothers fled with their father into the woods and left Lincoln unconscious in the cab of the 18 wheeler. When Lincoln woke up he was in a hospital, handcuffed to the bed with members of the FBI sitting in the room with him. He smiled broadly and felt the pain in his skull. His head was throbbing with anguish and he tasted blood in his mouth. He knew with these agents in the room he was fucked, fucked beyond fucked. They had him and they sure as hell werent going to let him go. He was right to. They got him. He went down with all of it. Murder, theft, drug trafficking, and arson for a fire that had started in the barn. Lincoln was approached by many agencies with multiple deals but knew better than to speak to any one of them. He'd be dead the instant he got inside, and Lincoln knew how horrible these people were at protecting informants.


So he was convicted and began serving his time in the Federal Correctional Facility in Edgefield, SC. At first he was hospitalized then after some months of tax funded physical therapy he was in GenPop. Lincoln had already been trained on how to survive in prison thanks to his father so he was quick to adapt. On the inside of prison walls there was a system of gangs and warriors. Lincoln made sure to associate himself with gangs his father knew and approached the only men in the yard he could assume were friendly, the white power movement. They pointed him in the direction of the biker clubs and he found himself happily greeted by some men he knew from his childhood. His own 'uncle' Chuck was in for distributing illegally modified firearms and vehicles. Uncle Chuck had been the man who Allen learned from, he had also taught Lincoln how to hotwire cars. Chuck wasnt an old man but he wasnt young. He had a number of health problems that prevented him from working in the field but few that limited him from being a dangerous man one on one. Chuck happily greeted his 'nephew' and the pair began planning Lincoln's prison career. After the first month Lincoln was moved under protection of the Hells Angels and the Sundowners. Lincoln eventually started taking on hits for the clubs, taking out rivals and pushers on the inside. After four years Lincoln had changed, he'd grown more muscled and more lethal. His hair had grown out and so had his facial hair, looking like a monstrous version of his old self.

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Tania Hunsucker

Date of Birth: April 20th 2000

Place of Birth: Augusta Georgia

Gender: Female

Languages: English and Spanish

Family: Lincoln Hunsucker (Father), Amanda Hunsucker (Mother)


Physical Description

Height: 5'7

Weight: 130lba

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Brown

Typical Clothing: Tania would wear a pair of shorts and a loose t shirt every day if her father let her. Nowadays she wears jeans and a t shirt, often some over shirt to protect from bites. Her bracelets are always on her wrist as they were gifts from her mother.
Equipment (include weapons): Tania carries a travel pack on her back and a fixed blade bowie knife. In her belt line she carries a .38 special. In her pack she carries a pair of blankets, several changes of clothes and a can opener. At the ready in the front pocket of her bag is a single speed loader clip alongside a small pocket knife.



Personality/Attitude: Tania is independent despite her father's wishes. She prefers to move on her own but understands that in this world she must protect those she knows and loves. She is often standoffish as is common of girls her age. Her father can set her into a tiff easily without trying but she recognizes he cannot help himself from commenting. One of her most startling traits is her attitude towards women and his father. A mix of protecting her mother's memory and protecting her emotional simpleton of a father from the wiles of women drives her cold demeanor.

Skills: Cooking, Mediocre fighter, Running, Sewing, Stealth
Talents: Being a teenage girl Tania has an uncanny ability to cause chaos and manipulate emotions. She does so most effectively in calming down her father and keeping him away from the wayward woman now and then. She can certainly use what her mother taught her about the women of the world to her benefit as well.

Occupation: Cashier