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April, 2016.

The World was just the world. Normal, coffee drinking, office jobs, bullshit problem people walking and scurrying about the Earth worried about the next election. Worried about which celebrity was in the news that day. Global warming, North Korea, CNN, yada yada yada. We all know where we were when it happened. When everything changed. When our fabric of understanding was ripped asunder from our complex and was formed into something that embodied the unknown, terror, and pure chaos. Change brings transformation, and the world transformed forever. The Breachers came, and they took away everything we've ever known and loved. This time, it wasn't a comic book, nor a movie...where the USA bands together on the hope and will of a nation to stop a very unrealistic threat in the first place. Along with the world that joined in on the premise of human victory. Like I said...this time that wasn't the case. We lost. We lost our lives, our security. We lost ourselves. It started with the big cities. New York, LA, DC, Paris, Rio, Tokyo, Sydney....the rest trickled into oblivion. They were smart, they were cunning, and above all....no one expected the unbelievable to happen. And now...probably less than 5% of humanity remains. And this is only the beginning, their beginning...we had hope.

And then they dropped the bombs. The Aliens created the Zombie Apocalypse.


NOW: September 2016

6 months have passed since The Scrub, the cataclysmic event that wiped out humanity on an unexpected whim from the greater beyond, the Extra Terrestrial. Alien. They released a necromorphic virus that replaces dead cells with animated putrifaction. Zombies, created by Aliens. Such a weird term to call them now. Last we heard there are absolutely no ground communities left. Many have to remain under the radar in order to evade the sky radar and technology that the Breachers possess. Currently the USA is still functional, we get word every month or so from DC, Denver, and Los Angeles. New York is gone. Anyone else either isn't large enough or alive enough to have the means to communicate. DC checks in with Paris and Beijing from time to time. Tokyo has chosen to remain absent from involvement, and who knows about the rest. Oh by the way, other than the appearance and what they can do, we don't know shit about their cause, their language, their tech, anything. Makes me wonder why we even fight. All I know is...this is the world now, and if we're going to survive, we'd better make the shit count. We talked about how fun a zombie apocalypse would be right?

No one signed up for this shit.

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Rules
  1. No mary or Gary sues, no OP or making situations where you will come out invincible (ex. no killing 345 zombies by yourself)
  2. Be realistic with your characters as well, if you were an accountant before the outbreak then there's no way that you should have military sniper sharpshooting skills or access to loads of weapons/ordinance unless he served reasonably.
  3. No possessing a ton of weapons and items like on a game, seeing as how a person can only carry so much. Make it realistic.
  4. Fights and challenges are encouraged, but no killing anyone off by post, injure, beat, what have you, but only I have the power to kill.
  5. I don't care about adult situations or anything like that, especially in this universe where things are so gritty. Just be mindful and meaningful with it.
  6. Every choice has a consequence, be careful...
  7. HAVE FUN ^_^
  8. Yes, the setting is Illinois (for now...hehe)


Tweaker
Human under the influence of a alien necro-infection, they are just as dead as ever, with enhanced senses and reflexes. However they're zombies by science. Slow moving, witless, empty. They can still die by any mortal means. Distinctive by glowing and luminescent skin. Cure from infection not yet found. Another symptom is multi colored rainbow eyes.
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Breacher
Rarely EVER seen out of their tactical approach of dead humans, these creatures are very clever and cunning. Hexapedal creatures that cause them to reach above average speeds. They emit a cyan glow that is actually their synaptic brain-like processes. They have four very sharp tendrils that also contain the alien substance known now as Proto. This bright glowing material is what leeches into the human blood and brain and lallegedly links the host to the Breacher. Science behind it is undiscovered at this time. Breacher skin is equivalent to that of an Alligator. There are four nodes on the aliens' forearms that are linked to its muscular stamina. We have found that shooting it in the head/face, as well as the heart/torso isn't effective as it would be to a human, however, disabling these nodes on the arms causes the Breacher to become strained and fatigued, thus leading to inactivity of tendrils (thus leading to decapitation of limbs to "kill" it). Still working on a definite means of death. Once hit with a tendril and exposed to the Proto Venom, The Breacher is believed to have FULL access to the subject's body, heart, and mind, even subconscious. The substance has been discovered to be DIFFERENT from the necro-virus. Be careful around these bastards.
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Name: Destiny 'Dess' Alexis Warburg
Age: 16
Height: 5'6
Weight: 118 lbs
Blood Type: O+
Occupation/job: High School Student at Centennial High School in Champaign, Illinois; Girls Soccer player.


Sexuality: "Dad would kill me if he heard me talking about shit...I meant things like that."
Ethnicity: Italian-American (mother was Italian)

Hobbies/Interests: Sports, exercise, comic books, singing, computers, video games, fashion, LOVES to eat/cook, stunts, nightlife, horror movies.
Skills: Learned a few engineering tips from her father but she drifted towards the computer side of things (great with computer applications and knowledge), great cook learned from her mother, very good soccer player (hand, eye, and foot coordination & agility), she can sing very well, well versed in pop culture knowledge, she took gymnastics as a kid learning a few stunts and flips, she knows how to hold, load, and shoot a firearm albeit basic level and nothing extraordinary. However her most dangerous skill is her brain: she's incredibly brilliant, and knows how to think and react on the fly.

Traits(5): Gifted/Adaptable/Resourceful/Resilient/Loyal/Mature
Flaws(5): Rebellious/Stubborn/Sensitive/Melodramatic/Isolated

Appearance:
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Bio: Destiny was originally born in Champaign, Illinois. After her father got a nice job they moved just to the outskirts of Champaign in a rather nice and serene neighborhood. Her mother Isabella worked as a manager at the Champaign Post Office and also handled the federal side of mail regulation. Destiny was in the top 10% of her class of 400+ students. She played soccer all three years of her high school time and went on to win a state title her sophomore year, granting her a would-be scholarship to some good schools. And then The Scrub happened. She was pulled from her everyday life of classes, boys, and hormones and thrown into a dark fray of chaos. In an instant the world she knew was changed forever. News reports frantic all over the nation...then the world. The look in her father's face when he burst through the door after worked and looked at her...the neighbors packing and running through their streets. And then the empty black jeep that belonged to her mother...it was all the start of a black forever. The day the ships came down. The day the bombs dropped. The day the dead walked the Earth. That was 6 months ago. Now she sticks by her father, in a fortified version of their home. Silent, repressed, torn. The would be computer genius/jock locks herself away in a familiar room of a foreign world. The servers are down, the grid is lost, and the day by day survival her father and her have had to pull off wears at her hope. It was only a matter of time. But time was all she needed.

Extras:​
  • Orange is her favorite color​
  • She loves red velvet anything for dessert​
  • She blows small bits of air out of her mouth when she gets nervous​
  • She can lockpick, unknown to her father.​
  • Along with her computer skills, she can program mobile devices a bit as well.​
 
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[BCOLOR=transparent]Parson Felix Graves[/BCOLOR]​

[BCOLOR=transparent]"Sometimes. Maybe most of the time. No sometimes. I wish I could. I really wish I could be a better person."[/BCOLOR]

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[BCOLOR=transparent]Age: 26[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Height: 5'6"[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Weight: 116[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Blood type: B-[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Occupation: YouTuber by the name of Dr. Scorpio, channel called SecretsExposed as a conspiracy theorist. Talks about robots replacing our political figures, about the existence of aliens and the government cover up, how the government has taken over our minds. That kind of thing.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Sexuality: Asexual - Heteroflexible[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Ethnicity: Irish n Welsh[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Hobbies:[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Parson has had a rich and investing life into hobbies, preferably the pursuit into hedonistic pleasures that almost always make him look like a failure; [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Things like, Music, Has Secrets Exposed Playlist Channel Uploads his favorite tracks[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Video Games, actually he's very good at one on one fighters[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]He also likes photography[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Acting [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Checkers and Chess[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Pong, yes Pong [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]And film directing [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Skills:[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]That rich and investing his lifestyle into conspiracy theories and YouTube videos has left Parson's skills to a few good tricks.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]He's a valuable researcher, who takes the time to investigate information, even if some of his information is bonkers[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Resourceful, despite not having any formal training in anything, he's resourceful at least [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Oh and Basic Survival Skills, he learned from a book, he's kind of been preparing for the post apocalyptic event. So he can make a fire, tie knots, and all of that[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Archery, something he picked up when he was a kid when he was forced to take on a "sport" Might be a little rusty though haven't used it in years[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Traits:[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]He's actually extremely mild mannered, doesn't get angry very often. He's a team player despite being socially awkward or perhaps socially confused is a better word to put it. He's calm and doesn't have much of a temper. He is commitment orientated and will commit to the actions he has promised others. He's not the type of person to let someone down or tries not to be at least. He's wholesome, and kind of average on the surface. But has many problems and difficulties that don't always outwardly show because of a flat affect at times he comes off emotionally catatonic. Otherwise he's nerdy and passionate. But passive. He's clever and a little eccentric though, but not in a crazy way. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Flaws:[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]It's really apparent to anyone that he's losing or has lost a touch of his reality. He's in some kind of reality that makes sense to him, but he seems confused. While he has always been able to manage his episodes, without all the support and systems he had, he seems to be struggling with openly keeping his sanity. He's prone to hallucinations and delusions of grandeur. Paranoid and suspicious of other people, he believes in some unusual theories and sometimes it makes his information come off as a source of fiction. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Appearance:[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Thin and wiry framed young man, with dark brown hair that is almost black. It's often curly and messy. He is seen wearing a blue coat.His irises are a sharp green, with flecks of gold and blue in bands.[/BCOLOR]

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[BCOLOR=transparent]History:[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]To be honest it probably would have been better if all of this stayed fiction. That all of this hadn't happened. It all should have stayed some kind of story. Because now that it's all true, it's tearing him further apart. His grandfather and grandmother were originally from Ireland, born October 21 in Wexford Ireland because his father wanted to respect the homeland of his parents, originally Parson began schooling in Ireland. And lived half of his childhood in Europe. Because his parents wanted him to get experiences early on in his life. They wanted to educated and open their child's mind.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]They moved back to America, to Illinois, his father's original hometown, when he was fourteen. School was never quite the same. Neither were the kids. Arlington Heights just never felt the same, not even as open minded. It was ugly and stifling. He had always been a creative kid. A little odd. Though in Europe it was less noticeable, than when he was in America.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]In America is when all the problems really started. All his symptoms flared up, especially when he was sixteen. Meltdowns and a struggle to keep a level head. He was pulled from Arlington's school after a particularly difficult time. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Struggling to figure out what was going on with their son. At first his parents thought it was simply rebellion and a phase. He was punished accordingly. But the behavior persisted well into his adulthood. At nineteen he was diagnosed with schizophrenia with paranoia. All the arguments he had with kids, all the odd thinking. Stopped looking like a strongly imaginative young man, to symptoms that could have been prevented if they had just paid attention. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]All seemed to be good. He learned to manage his symptoms through his videos. Began to channel his energy into unusual hobbies. But it kept him from stressing as much. And with therapy, support from his family. All things seemed to be going good. Till it all came crashing down 6 months ago. After the outbreak.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent][BCOLOR=transparent]He was sent off to buy groceries. His mother's chore in order to keep him from being too much of a secluded recluse who lives in their basement. When the bombs and everything went crashing. To be fair he was in hysterics for a moment. Raving about how he was right all along. Except through the confusion he got lost along the way. Looking for his parents house and hoping they still are alive.[/BCOLOR][/BCOLOR]

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Name: Callum Warburg
Age: 44
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 225lbs
Blood Type: 0+
Occupation/job: Civil Engineer

Sexuality: Not Really Up For Discussion
Ethnicity: American

Hobbies/Interests:
Games of Logic (i.e. Chess)
Listening to Music (Classical, mostly. Rock Ballads, guilty pleasure.)
Eating
Reading
Crafting

Skills:
Engineering Environmental and Architectural Structures
Creating Tools and Resources
High Learning Comprehension
Basic Self-Defense

Studious Confident Humorous Intuitive Emotionally Stable
Unsuspicious Not Reflexive Self-Sacrificing Lazy Theoretical Not Practical​

Appearance:
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Callum isn't a very outlandish individual in terms of features that would set him apart from others. He has brown hair, cut short, that is graying at the temples and bit in his beard. He's neither pale nor tan, being naturally a little darker than some but just enough to look healthy. He has brassy green eyes, a strong nose, and a quick smile. He usually wears glasses when dealing with things at close range as he is very far-sided. Like most of the men in his family he's tall and broad-shouldered. In the recent months since the Scrub, he's put on some muscle mass, but he's still has a paunch from years of a job behind a desk and an Italian wife. He's prone to wearing muted colors and layers. One might find it odd, but he's very possessive of one scarf in particular. There's an emotional weight attached to it, but it's hard to say why.

Biography:
Callum was what many call a "military brat" growing up. He lived on base after base. His schooling was checkered with public, private, and home tutoring. He was a smart kid, picking things up easily. When his father retired, Callum was only a few months away from graduating highschool. His parents settled in Champaign, Illinois. He got a very large scholarship to UIUC, an engineering school in Illinois.

His collegiate years weren't anything spectacular. He achieved outstanding grades, got praise from his professors, and graduated with honors. Callum had the entire world laid out for him, but he was called back to Champaign instead, as his father's health was failing. He took care of him with his mother, and took an out-of-state job that he could remote into and only had to visit every few months.

During that time he met Isabella. Their engagement was quick, and they were married shortly thereafter. Callum's father passed a couple of years later, but by that time he had planted roots. Isabella and him had saved up enough money to get a house built outside of the town, and it was being worked on when Isabella ended up pregnant with their daughter. Destiny was born, a name that Isabella had chosen, and the house finished a few months after that.

Life proceeded as one might imagine, and would have continued along that path of a loving family unit, but the Scrub happened and tore everything apart. Destiny and Callum had been at the house when the reports came in. When Isabella didn't show up short there afterwards, they went looking for her--they never found her. Callum still remembers the look on his daughter's face when that realization set in. It was in that moment that he knew he couldn't grieve, he couldn't hide his frustration or anger at the world... he had to be a father.

The next months became procedural. They set up survival methods. It was fortunate that they had a garden, rain catchers, and a small well for them to draw from. They scavenged for rations, occasionally hunted, but mostly put up traps against the straggling tweakers that would pass by. Survival trumped a lot of things. Still, Callum tried to reach Destiny, get her to open up. I never faired well. Yet, things were about to change, and they were about to have to leave their little fortress in the woods.
 
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Name: Daniel O'Brien

Age: 32

Height: 6' 1"

Weight: 220

Blood Type: O Positive

Occupation/job: Camera Operator for National Geographic Cinema Ventures


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Ethnicity: Scotch-Irish

Hobbies/Interests: Film Making, exercise, photography, sports, cooking, music, the outdoors


Skills: Photography, survival skills (very basic!), resourceful with very little, a keen sense of observation.

Traits(5): Sarcastic, dry sense of humor, confident, loyal, needs of others before his own


Flaws(5): A recovering alcoholic, emotionally distant, stubborn, at times self-destructive, dealing with survivor's guilt.

Appearance:
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Bio: Daniel (or Dan) was born and raised in Pittsburgh, PA. He graduated all state linebacker and went onto the University of Southern California on a full ride scholarship. Dan was set to make his fortune and fame in the NFL until he met a young lady his sophomore year named Katy Gallado. She was the person to make Dan see beyond his own facemask and to take his studies seriously. Katy was a broadcast journalism major while Dan was interested in the behind the scenes aspect, but the truth was Dan was marking time until the end of his junior year when he could go into the NFL. Katy though got him to change his attitude and from then on Dan had one goal in life; follow Katy to the ends of the Earth.


Dan discovered that he had a true gift behind the camera and was determined to use it. He and Katy landed jobs at National Geographic Cinema Ventures. The documentary division of National Geographic. They started out as glorified gophers but after a couple of years worked their way up the ladder, and became one of the top teams in the documentary division. Dan was the camera operator and Katy was in research and narration. During their time together, Dan and Katy on many of their documentaries had to learn how to survive in the outdoors, and for that the company would send them on survival retreats or to do basic training with National Guard Units. Dan and Katy proved that they had what it took to survive. Although, they were good at survival they were be NO means experts, but they could hold their own.

Life was going great for Dan and Katy they were at the top of their field, and Katy revealed that she was pregnant. Dan and he decided that they would get married and begin thinking of pursuing another career calling. One that didn't involve so much travel and wasn't as dangerous. Then one day while filming a documentary in the Rockies. They were filming a documentary on Eagles and their being poached. Dan and Katy caught a couple of poachers on film, but in doing so they spotted Dan and Katy. Dan was determined to get the word about this to the authorities inspite of Katy telling him to drop his gear and run. Dan finally decided he had enough footage and started to leave, but Katy shoved him down and was shot in the back. Dan did everything he could to stop the bleeding, and carried Katy down the mountain with only the video footage. Despite his best efforts Katy died, but the footage was used in leading to the arrest and conviction of the poachers. That didn't matter to Dan though his one true love was dead.

Dan continued to work at the company, but it wasn't the same. He became an alcoholic and his work began to suffer. Dan then remembered what Katy believed. She believed in making a difference and living life to the fullest. Dan started attending AA meetings and was rebuilding his reputation, but then all Hell broke loose and Dan's hold on sobriety was shaken. Dan now lives in a burned-out apartment with a few other survivors, but he knows that sooner or later they are going to have to leave and fight to survive.

Extras: Dan hates guns would prefer any other weapon. He carries a baseball bat most of the time along with a survival knife.


Constantly wears a pair of jeans, boots, a dark t-shirt in addition to a black vest that belonged to Katy.

Favorite color is blue.
 
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N A M E | Amita Kanti Johar
A G E | Thirty-Two
H E I G H T | 5'5"
W E I G H T | 123.5LBS
B L O O D T Y P E | B+

O C C U P A T I O N | College Professor - Psychology


S E X U A L I T Y | Bisexual
E T H N I C I T Y | Konkani Indian


H O B B I E S & I N T E R E S T S | Reading, Walking after dark, Teaching, Drawing, Volunteering, Teaching, Poetry, Working out
S K I L L S | Works well with adults and children, Knows how to manage time wisely, Has a decent amount of endurance and stamina as well as strength, Quick learner, Can draw from memory, Excellent communicator


T R A I T S | Imaginative, High Self-Confidence, Independent & Decisive, Hardworking & Determined, Open-Minded
F L A W S | Arrogant, Judgemental, Overly Analytical, Loathes Structure, Clueless in Romance


B I O G R A P H Y | W.I.P

E X T R A S | W.I.P



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[BCOLOR=transparent]Parson Felix Graves[/BCOLOR]​

[BCOLOR=transparent]"Sometimes. Maybe most of the time. No sometimes. I wish I could. I really wish I could be a better person."[/BCOLOR]

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[BCOLOR=transparent]Age: 26[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Height: 5'6"[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Weight: 116[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Blood type: B-[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Occupation: YouTuber by the name of Dr. Scorpio, channel called SecretsExposed as a conspiracy theorist. Talks about robots replacing our political figures, about the existence of aliens and the government cover up, how the government has taken over our minds. That kind of thing.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Sexuality: Asexual - Heteroflexible[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Ethnicity: Irish n Welsh[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Hobbies:[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Parson has had a rich and investing life into hobbies, preferably the pursuit into hedonistic pleasures that almost always make him look like a failure; [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Things like, Music, Has Secrets Exposed Playlist Channel Uploads his favorite tracks[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Video Games, actually he's very good at one on one fighters[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]He also likes photography[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Acting [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Checkers and Chess[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Pong, yes Pong [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]And film directing [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Skills:[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]That rich and investing his lifestyle into conspiracy theories and YouTube videos has left Parson's skills to a few good tricks.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]He's a valuable researcher, who takes the time to investigate information, even if some of his information is bonkers[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Resourceful, despite not having any formal training in anything, he's resourceful at least [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Oh and Basic Survival Skills, he learned from a book, he's kind of been preparing for the post apocalyptic event. So he can make a fire, tie knots, and all of that[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Archery, something he picked up when he was a kid when he was forced to take on a "sport" Might be a little rusty though haven't used it in years[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Traits:[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]He's actually extremely mild mannered, doesn't get angry very often. He's a team player despite being socially awkward or perhaps socially confused is a better word to put it. He's calm and doesn't have much of a temper. He is commitment orientated and will commit to the actions he has promised others. He's not the type of person to let someone down or tries not to be at least. He's wholesome, and kind of average on the surface. But has many problems and difficulties that don't always outwardly show because of a flat affect at times he comes off emotionally catatonic. Otherwise he's nerdy and passionate. But passive. He's clever and a little eccentric though, but not in a crazy way. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Flaws:[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]It's really apparent to anyone that he's losing or has lost a touch of his reality. He's in some kind of reality that makes sense to him, but he seems confused. While he has always been able to manage his episodes, without all the support and systems he had, he seems to be struggling with openly keeping his sanity. He's prone to hallucinations and delusions of grandeur. Paranoid and suspicious of other people, he believes in some unusual theories and sometimes it makes his information come off as a source of fiction. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Appearance:[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Thin and wiry framed young man, with dark brown hair that is almost black. It's often curly and messy. He is seen wearing a blue coat.His irises are a sharp green, with flecks of gold and blue in bands.[/BCOLOR]

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[BCOLOR=transparent]History:[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]To be honest it probably would have been better if all of this stayed fiction. That all of this hadn't happened. It all should have stayed some kind of story. Because now that it's all true, it's tearing him further apart. His grandfather and grandmother were originally from Ireland, born October 21 in Wexford Ireland because his father wanted to respect the homeland of his parents, originally Parson began schooling in Ireland. And lived half of his childhood in Europe. Because his parents wanted him to get experiences early on in his life. They wanted to educated and open their child's mind.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]They moved back to America, to Illinois, his father's original hometown, when he was fourteen. School was never quite the same. Neither were the kids. Arlington Heights just never felt the same, not even as open minded. It was ugly and stifling. He had always been a creative kid. A little odd. Though in Europe it was less noticeable, than when he was in America.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]In America is when all the problems really started. All his symptoms flared up, especially when he was sixteen. Meltdowns and a struggle to keep a level head. He was pulled from Arlington's school after a particularly difficult time. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Struggling to figure out what was going on with their son. At first his parents thought it was simply rebellion and a phase. He was punished accordingly. But the behavior persisted well into his adulthood. At nineteen he was diagnosed with schizophrenia with paranoia. All the arguments he had with kids, all the odd thinking. Stopped looking like a strongly imaginative young man, to symptoms that could have been prevented if they had just paid attention. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]All seemed to be good. He learned to manage his symptoms through his videos. Began to channel his energy into unusual hobbies. But it kept him from stressing as much. And with therapy, support from his family. All things seemed to be going good. Till it all came crashing down 6 months ago. After the outbreak.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent][BCOLOR=transparent]He was sent off to buy groceries. His mother's chore in order to keep him from being too much of a secluded recluse who lives in their basement. When the bombs and everything went crashing. To be fair he was in hysterics for a moment. Raving about how he was right all along. Except through the confusion he got lost along the way. Looking for his parents house and hoping they still are alive.[/BCOLOR][/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent][BCOLOR=transparent]Theme Song:[/BCOLOR][/BCOLOR]

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Accepted, you can remove the WIP at the top now lol
 
Name: Callum Warburg
Age: 44
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 225lbs
Blood Type: 0+
Occupation/job: Civil Engineer

Sexuality: Not Really Up For Discussion
Ethnicity: American

Hobbies/Interests:
Games of Logic (i.e. Chess)
Listening to Music (Classical, mostly. Rock Ballads, guilty pleasure.)
Eating
Reading
Crafting

Skills:
Engineering Environmental and Architectural Structures
Creating Tools and Resources
High Learning Comprehension
Basic Self-Defense

Studious Confident Humorous Intuitive Emotionally Stable
Unsuspicious Not Reflexive Self-Sacrificing Lazy Theoretical Not Practical​

Appearance:
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Callum isn't a very outlandish individual in terms of features that would set him apart from others. He has brown hair, cut short, that is graying at the temples and bit in his beard. He's neither pale nor tan, being naturally a little darker than some but just enough to look healthy. He has brassy green eyes, a strong nose, and a quick smile. He usually wears glasses when dealing with things at close range as he is very far-sided. Like most of the men in his family he's tall and broad-shouldered. In the recent months since the Scrub, he's put on some muscle mass, but he's still has a paunch from years of a job behind a desk and an Italian wife. He's prone to wearing muted colors and layers. One might find it odd, but he's very possessive of one scarf in particular. There's an emotional weight attached to it, but it's hard to say why.

Biography:
Callum was what many call a "military brat" growing up. He lived on base after base. His schooling was checkered with public, private, and home tutoring. He was a smart kid, picking things up easily. When his father retired, Callum was only a few months away from graduating highschool. His parents settled in Champaign, Illinois. He got a very large scholarship to UIUC, an engineering school in Illinois.

His collegiate years weren't anything spectacular. He achieved outstanding grades, got praise from his professors, and graduated with honors. Callum had the entire world laid out for him, but he was called back to Champaign instead, as his father's health was failing. He took care of him with his mother, and took an out-of-state job that he could remote into and only had to visit every few months.

During that time he met Isabella. Their engagement was quick, and they were married shortly thereafter. Callum's father passed a couple of years later, but by that time he had planted roots. Isabella and him had saved up enough money to get a house built outside of the town, and it was being worked on when Isabella ended up pregnant with their daughter. Destiny was born, a name that Isabella had chosen, and the house finished a few months after that.

Life proceeded as one might imagine, and would have continued along that path of a loving family unit, but the Scrub happened and tore everything apart. Destiny and Callum had been at the house when the reports came in. When Isabella didn't show up short there afterwards, they went looking for her--they never found her. Callum still remembers the look on his daughter's face when that realization set in. It was in that moment that he knew he couldn't grieve, he couldn't hide his frustration or anger at the world... he had to be a father.

The next months became procedural. They set up survival methods. It was fortunate that they had a garden, rain catchers, and a small well for them to draw from. They scavenged for rations, occasionally hunted, but mostly put up traps against the straggling tweakers that would pass by. Survival trumped a lot of things. Still, Callum tried to reach Destiny, get her to open up. I never faired well. Yet, things were about to change, and they were about to have to leave their little fortress in the woods.
Accepted. I originally had the mothers name as Cassandra in my bio but Isabella is fine (and better) so I changed my bio.
 
Everyone else make sure they finish their CS' , the IC will be up in the near future.
 
Accepted. I originally had the mothers name as Cassandra in my bio but Isabella is fine (and better) so I changed my bio.
Farts. So sorry. I was making sure to match up your CS, and I guess that less-than-tiny detail totally eluded me. Thanks for fixing it! Though, you can always tell me when to change things up if they're not what you were thinking. ^_^
 
That's for you to decide, seems fine to me. He can acquire skills as the rp progresses. Up to you.

Tis is true.

Feel bad, he got lost during the initial outbreak
 
Farts. So sorry. I was making sure to match up your CS, and I guess that less-than-tiny detail totally eluded me. Thanks for fixing it! Though, you can always tell me when to change things up if they're not what you were thinking. ^_^
It's all fine :] can't wait for this to start!
 
I feel bad for Parson right now. I think he's going to be the weakest link in this team, but I always like playing those characters
 
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