Malcolm Cillian Hayes
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BASICS
AGE: Thirty
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Homosexual
NATIONALITY: British
GROUP: The Pack
RANK (IF ANY): Trail Blazer
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PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
APPEARANCE: Malcolm is tall for someone from the UK, standing at just about six foot two inches barefoot. His eyes are gray-blue, and his hair and beard are kept short as both are thick, insanely curly, and a pain in the ass to deal with. He maintains a decent amount of muscle, even in these resource deprived times, and that, when combined with his intentional case of resting bitchface and the cold confidence he moves with, makes for a quite intimidating individual. Genuine smiles or laughs from him are rare, but he can fake them just fine. The real ones are obvious; he covers his mouth with his hand.
SCARS: Small scars dot the knuckles of his hands, and there are more on his arms. Most of these are from fights when he was young, prison, or the civilian work he did before the virus hit. Two larger scars, one a stab wound in his belly, the other a burn covering much of his right shoulder, are from the three years since Virus Z.
TATTOOS: Most of his tattoos are from prison, small black grid patterns and playing cards and skulls and other designs littered across his shoulders and back. Some were partially or completely removed by the scar on his right shoulder. The two that really stand out are the yantra tattoos on his back (
This being in the exact center of his back and
this being squarely between his shoulder blades), as yantra tattooing is a Thai practice traditionally done to magical practitioners and Buddhists.
OUTFIT: Some sort of plain, darkly colored tanktop; a well used bulletproof vest he'd scavenged from a police station months ago; an also well worn plain blue v-neck sweater; a sturdy, military issue camouflage jacket; tan cargo pants usually worn with a belt that has a pouch for extra ammo and a holster for a sidearm; dark brown hiking boots worn to the point that they should be replaced soon
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PERSONALITY
Stubborn, Loyal, Dedicated, Thoughtful, Self-possessed, Practical, Spiritual, Suspicious, Blunt, Argumentative, Complicated, Opportunistic, Difficult
Malcolm can seem cold and ruthless to a person meeting him for the first time, and that is not an entirely incorrect observation. Soft, nice, and empathetic are words that cannot apply to him, regardless of how much he trusts a person. Practicality and efficiency are the words he lives by, and the most direct path to his goal is the one he takes. Regardless of what he must do or lose on the way. His decisions, once made, are final, and insubordination is not something he will tolerate. That isn't to say he plays the part of uncompromising dictator; anyone who's proven their worth in The Pack can voice their opinion or give suggestions on strategy. He expects neither trust or loyalty from his people, just a willingness to follow his orders.
His trust is difficult to gain, but if one can manage it, he's...different. Not some kind of "incredible metamorphosis into an entirely different person" different, but he is loyal to the point of it being a fault, somewhat more open about his history, and could be labeled thoughtful. Thoughtful as in "brought you your coffee because he knows you always forget on mornings you have watch duty" as well as expressive about his thoughts on the world and morality.
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LIKES:
Comfortable sweaters
Driving things that are fast
Fighting at close range
Blue
Instrumental/Electronic music
Sweet things, like pastries and candy, and he has an unholy love for caramel
Coffee
People who are useful to him
DISLIKES:
Weakness, in himself and others
Hot weather
Being called "Mal"
Spicy foods
His leadership abilities being questioned
Tight spaces
Any situation he views as being particularly risky
Teasing in regards to his birthdate, which happens to be on Christmas
STRENGTHS:
Excellent hand to hand fighter
Strength that comes with his size
Surprisingly stealthy
More stubborn than a goat once he sets his mind to something
General mechanical skill
WEAKNESSES:
Loyal to the point of fault, to the point of going to prison for someone he loved
Not exactly fast on his feet
Practical to the point of being morally questionable
Extremely light sleeper
Tends to overwork himself, physically and mentally and emotionally
BAGGAGE:
-Tends to carry around a shoulder bag with a small store of useful survival supplies, like bandages, matches, and a compass
-A 12-gauge Mossberg 500 shotgun that never leaves his side, along with several rounds of ammo for it
-A pistol, kept in the holster on his belt
-A survival knife
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HISTORY
Malcolm was born in London, his mother being Irish and his father being Australian. He was the middle child, with one younger sister and one older sister, and his childhood was not the greatest. The family lived in a poor, crime-ridden area of the city, and neither of his parents did rearing very well. Amelia, his older sister, and a grandfather on his mother's side he would occasionally holiday with were the only members of his family he was close to or even liked. Both were dead by the time he was twelve. Amelia's passing, due to a heroin overdose, was particularly traumatic. John, a boy of similar age that Malcolm had been in love with since he was six, encouraged Malcolm to turn to running illegal substances and fighting as a way to alleviate the pain of his sister's death. By the time the boys were eighteen, John wanted to leave the UK, but to do that, he'd need money. At nineteen, Malcolm stole funds from the gang they'd been working for and covered up the act by burning an entire club down. John left using that stolen money. Malcolm got four years of prison. John didn't so much as send him a letter.
After getting out, no longer sure of who he was as a person and lacking the companionship of the man who'd served as his moral compass for the entirety of his teenage years, Malcolm was quick to follow in his older sister's footsteps and become addicted to heroin. It was a year later he found himself in Bangkok, and it was there he met the monk that would help him sober up and put him on the path to Buddhism.
Malcolm settled down in Boston, working in and eventually coming to own a small mechanics shop. He relapsed twice, over the years, but recovered both times, and lead a fairly peaceful existence. Until the outbreak reached America, that is. In the three years since, he's made his way across the country and fought for his position as Trail Blazer of The Pack, and there is where he intends to stay.
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EXTRA:
He was a certified pilot, before the outbreak, able to fly helicopters and small planes privately.
His knowledge relating to the plots of and characters in fictional TV shows popular before the outbreak is somewhere just short of alarming.
He believes in karma and reincarnation and mediates when he can, but his Buddhist beliefs do not affect his decisions.
Thanks to the holidays spent with his grandfather when he was small, he speaks fluent, although rusty, Irish.
Also quite fluent in Thai.
His father was quite homophobic, often directing entire rants on the subject at Malcolm due to the boy asking if it was okay to like boys when he was five. Thus, Malcolm is very private about his sexuality and hesitant about expressing romantic interest.
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Isabella "Izzy" Hendry
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BASICS
AGE: Twenty two
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Openly Pansexual
NATIONALITY: American
GROUP: The White Eagles
RANK (IF ANY): Sniper
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PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
APPEARANCE: Izzy stands at around five seven and generally looks the unassuming sort. Freckles are littered across her face and her eyes are a dark, pretty brown, hair equally dark and usually bound up behind her head in a neat French braid. She's usually smiling and playing the part of generally happy group member, but occasionally she'll zone out for a few moments, her eyes emptying of feeling and expression becoming one that is sad, bordering on lost. Her posture is excellent, but she's so still most of the time that it's eerie. She doesn't make gestures with her hands or twiddle things between her fingers or make unnecessary movements with her head, and that's the sort of thing that can bug people once they notice it.
SCARS: She really only has two major scars, a short but thick one directly under her chin from an accident involving her twin brothers and her father's anvil when she was nine and a quarter sized one near her left collarbone from a gunshot wound. If asked about the latter, she likes to give the person a wicked smile and press their fingers to it so they can feel the bullet, which is wedged into the bone. She also has the usual array of nicks and cuts and scrapes most people gain just through living life, though she might have more than the average person given the kind of childhood she had.
TATTOOS: US Army insignia on her right bicep
OUTFIT: White tee that has several darkly colored and questionable stains on it that refuse to go away no matter how many times she washes it; a green three quarter sleeve button up shirt; a jean jacket that's a fairly recent acquisition and also two sizes too big; dark jean pants that are beginning to wear at the knees; comfortable and well-fitting combat boots
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PERSONALITY
Cunning, Responsible, Opinionated, Empathetic, Serious, Quiet, Analytical, Passionate, Awkward, Capable, Patient, Closed-minded
Izzy's strong suit has never really been socialization, and fear of saying the wrong thing or making the wrong move has shaped her into a fairly quiet person that keeps to herself. Even with that, she's still a very opinionated and outspoken person on subjects she cares about, such as family, and it's difficult to get her to stop once she's begun arguing her point. Years of helping her father and older brother look after the younger siblings has left her with a strong sense of responsibility, as well as an incredible amount of patience and ability to understand the feelings of others. Her ability to empathize and her intolerance for opinions that directly contradict her own are two elements of her personality that seem to conflict, but she can accept and appreciate a person's reasons for believing the way they do while still viewing their opinion as wrong.
She's never been good at making jokes or gently teasing another person, but that makes her no less able to understand when someone is joking or poking fun at her. After all, being socially awkward does not mean she is a loner. Not to mention that she grew up with four fairly affectionate brothers.
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LIKES:
Quiet places
Proving someone wrong
Greens and grays
Animals, especially cats
Nighttime
Being around her family
Dr. Pepper
Absolutely any kind of gumbo, and okra by itself
DISLIKES:
Excessively cruel or violent people
Yellow
Public speaking
Spiders, ants, and anything else with more than four legs
Being made to repeat things
Large crowds
STRENGTHS:
Fantastic shot with a firearm
Able to maintain a run over long distances
Training in and knowledge of basic survival skills, from skinning a killed animal to lighting fires to basic first aid
Patience
WEAKNESSES:
Awkward around people
Not very physically strong
Severe insectophobia
Tends to forget to eat or rest at somewhat regular hours without being reminded to do so
BAGGAGE:
~An Accuracy International AS50, which is a .50 caliber sniper rifle, that she's had since before the outbreak and lovingly maintains
~A fanny pack in which she keeps a couple of extra magazines for her rifle
~A Kukri style knife with an elegantly engraved handle kept on a sheath which is strapped to her left thigh
~Her dogtags, one hanging from a chain on her neck and the other tucked into her boot
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HISTORY
Izzy comes from a large family, not because she has lots of uncles or aunts or cousins, but because she has six siblings. She's the second oldest, and from Louisiana, same as the rest of her family. Her childhood would have been chaotic enough with the five younger siblings, but the family lived on a fairly large plot of land an hour or so outside of Baton Rouge, and there was much to be done around the home as well. To make difficult matters worse, her mother died when she was thirteen, an event which had her father kind of retreating from the world. The years he spent grieving taught Izzy valuable lessons about multitasking, patience, responsibility, and how to wait that would become useful in her adult life.
At nineteen, her father was stable enough to look after the youngest kids on his own, and she was quick to take the opportunity to leave home. She enlisted with the Army, passing Boot Camp and then sniper training without issue. None of her deployments were extremely exciting. The last one she was sent on before Virus Z ended with her getting shot, and she was recovering in a military hospital in Utah when the outbreak happened. Luckily for her, she was healed enough to move and fight back, managing to make it out of the base and set off on her own. She arrived in Safe Haven only a few months ago, and only recently joined the White Eagles.
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EXTRA:
She is left handed.
Quite a good cook, although she would never volunteer for cooking duties
She is Christian, but does not wave her faith about like it's a flag.
She can speak bits and pieces of French and German, enough to hold a small conversation, but she is fluent in neither language.
The order of her and her siblings is as follows:
Richard, eldest and soldier in the Marine Corps, status unknown
Izzy
Jonah, the older of the twin boys and the one who elected to stay at home with their father, status unknown
Marcus, the younger of the twin boys and lieutenant in the Navy, status unknown
Naya, the middle girl, status unknown
Reese, youngest girl and "rebel" of the family, status unknown
Dalton, ten year old boy and youngest of the siblings, status unknown
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Aeson Gallagher
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BASICS
AGE: Twenty three
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
NATIONALITY: Irish, as far as he knows
GROUP: The Doves
RANK (IF ANY): N/A
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PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
APPEARANCE: Aeson can come off as intimidating or downright hostile when a person first meets him, due to the "I murder puppies" scowl that is his neutral expression. The fact that he's fairly stoic personality-wise and the fact that the only parts of his face that are frequently expressive are his eyebrows help that matter none. Other than that particularly noteworthy aspect, he's a statistically average individual. He stands at five foot ten and change. His hair is dark, grown out much longer than he prefers it, but the luxury of a hairstylist is out of reach. His eyes are an odd but striking color, somewhere between brown and pale green. He walks like a sky person, face directed toward the ground, shoulders hunched inward, and hands tucked into his pockets or shoved up his sleeves.
SCARS: None of note
TATTOOS: His whole right arm is covered in a full sleeve, full color tattoo of an Asian inspired red dragon. In comparison, the grayscale gladiator on the inside of his left forearm is somewhat lacking, but it was the only tattoo he'd ever done on himself and one of the first he'd ever done on an actual human. The words for the
Vulcan Salute are tattooed down his spine in Vulcan script. There is another tattoo on the back of his right shoulder, it being a barn owl sitting on a branch with an oval of dark forest background around it. A ribbon of Irish text reading "Níl an todhchaí a leagtar, níl aon cinniúint ach cad a dhéanamh linn dúinn féin" (which translates to "The future is not set, there is no fate but what we make for ourselves") wraps around the oval.
OUTFIT: A pale green tee shirt that's a bit frayed in places; a brown hoodie that's usually tied around his waist; a rugged pair of dark blue jeans; a comfortable pair of dark sneakers
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PERSONALITY
Analytical, Socially Awkward, Self-Critical, Diligent, Efficient, Artistic, Stoic, Low Self-Worth, Logical, Perfectionistic
Aeson was shy before the outbreak. He'd always had a difficult time initiating conversations with people in any environment that wasn't completely professional, always been the quiet but courteous sort, always been easy to embarrass but otherwise reserved in regards to his emotions. The trauma he's suffered since the outbreak happened has only magnified all of these qualities. He's happy to help if asked and will answer most questions directed at him, but he doesn't seek out conversation or make effort to continue conversations, unless it's related to something he likes or feels strongly about. His self worth is very low, and he tries to prove that he's valuable to the group, tries to prove it to himself, by doing more around the base than he probably should.
He's a very focused person, and he tends to stare at people he's listening to with the same silent intensity with which he stares at a trap he's making or clothes he's washing. That can make some people uncomfortable. Also, despite his shyness, he's fairly anal about interjecting and correcting people if he hears them say something he knows to be incorrect.
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LIKES:
Organization
Drawing people
Star Trek, especially anything relating to Spock
People he can be around or listen to without feeling pressured to respond
Mint tea
Watching sunsets
Having an intelligent debate
DISLIKES:
Boasting
Being underground
Feeling stupid or being treated like he is
Disorder and disorderly people
Soda
People touching or taking his glasses
STRENGTHS:
Steady and dexterous hands, which make him good at trap making and stitching injuries
Knowledge of basic first aid
Cool-tempered
Excellent liar and actor
Analytical mind
WEAKNESSES:
The thought of taking life, whether human, animal, or infected, makes him physically sick
Incessant worrier
Only used a firearm once, and that one use soured him toward using or carrying them
Unsure of what the protocols for socializing are, so he just doesn't
Severely nearsighted, and he only wears his glasses when he really needs to due to their damaged state
BAGGAGE:
|A pair of black framed glasses he needs to see properly that are in fairly bad shape: one of the lenses is cracked, one of the temple tips broke off and was put back on using duct tape
|A pair of white leather work gloves, worn but still in good condition
|Assorted pencils and paper he likes to doodle on in his spare time
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HISTORY
Aeson's birth and history before he was left at an orphanage with his little brother, Oran, is uncertain and not something he's ever tried to look into. They were both dropped there, old enough to have legal names but too young to have memories of their parents. Oran, as he'd learned to talk for his brother as well as himself, was quite the adorable kid and got adopted when he was five. Aeson was too awkward, too quiet, too serious, even as a child, was never adopted and spent his entire life up until his eighteenth birthday in that little orphanage. It was run by Catholic nuns and wasn't the most friendly, nurturing place for a little boy to grow up in, but it wasn't some horrible nightmare, either. After he turned eighteen, he works some odd jobs until he'd saved up enough to travel to America. Specifially, Los Angeles. He spent a few months barely scraping by in the city that was so much bigger than anything he'd ever seen before, up until he met Laura.
Laura was a tattoo artist, a good one, and once she noticed the drawing talent Aeson possessed, she was quick to take him on as her apprentice. He did that for almost two years, exchanging letters with Oran the whole time, up until the outbreak. Oran was visiting his brother in LA when it started, and he was stuck there shortly after. Laura, Aeson, and Oran tried to stay put in the beginning, hoping for the military to help with the infected or a cure to be found. When that didn't happen, they left LA as a group, chasing rumors of safe places.
Laura was the first to die.
It was an accident, technically, an encounter with another survivor gone horribly wrong.
Oran went next.
He'd gotten a sizable cut on his arm from crawling under some barbed wire, and unknowingly got infected blood in it. By the time he and Aeson knew he was turning, his hands were shaking so bad that he couldn't even shoot himself. So Aeson had to do it.
After that, Aeson wandered, lost and alone, for months. He was eventually found by another survivor, Jonas Hall (played by
@Mysty), and he accompanied him to Safe Haven. The pair grew to be quite good friends in the time they traveled together. Being around a person he trusted and was comfortable with after feeling so very alone was incredible, to say the least. Aeson was head over heels in love with the other man before long, but between his insecurity in romantic situations and his opinion that his feelings were 100% unrequited, he didn't say so much as a word to Jonas about it. Once the pair reached Safe Haven, those feelings only made their disagreement over which group to join and the fight then split that followed all the more painful.
He joined the Doves without a second thought and hasn't looked back, as he's grateful for the group's generally welcoming atmosphere and companionship. However, it's worth noting that there are three faces he frequently doodles on whatever scrap pieces of paper he can find. One is quite similar to his own, one is strong but feminine, and the last...well, the is the face of a certain member of the White Eagles.
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EXTRA:
He speaks fluent Irish and Latin.
The cello is his favorite instrument and one he can actually play, not that he often gets the chance to.
His love for the various Star Trek series as well as their movies and related media should neither be underestimated or criticized.
The Irish accent he speaks with falls under the category of East Coast Irish.
He is very familiar with the Bible due to his upbringing, but is non-religious.
It's almost ridiculously easy to get him flustered or embarrassed. Flirting and sexual topics, or even light innuendo, turn him redder than a tomato.
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