CHARACTER PROFILES - PLAYERS

[◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊]

Hi everyone, I'm starting a thread where all players can post about their character. I'll make an example post in a moment here to show you what I'm thinking. You can edit your post as things happen, (character gets a cool item you want to mention, has life-changing experience, gets a badass scar or something...) This is for player characters only, I'll make another for NPCs.
Now ees the time! Make your decisions and post here!

[◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊]

EXAMPLE POST:

(Please copypasta this info and change it as appropriate to your character. Feel free to add anything you'd like in addition, or remove anything as you wish.)

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NAME: Seth Clemans AKA - "Snake Cox"

AGE: 25

ARCHETYPE: Athlete

DESCRIPTION: Seth is a charismatic and pro-social guy, who reveals a rather heroic streak in the apocalypse. He is very caring and kind, but may have a weakness in that he avoids confrontation, and wants everyone to get along. Can seem kind of goofy and naive, and is surprisingly clean cut given his occupation. (See below.) He is in good shape because of his job and is quite fast at running, though he is thin and not as strong as some other guys. High metabolism, he'll need to eat a lot and will likely run himself ragged quickly without help.

OCCUPATION: Porn actor (Spec. j/o) Works at 'Golden Archer Studios' with Stevie. <--- SECRET! What he says: "Former baseball player, didn't make it to minors."

HOME: Rural Ohio, he moved to Seattle for college and has been here since. Has apartment in Queenanne.

HEIGHT: 6'2" (1.88 m)

WEIGHT: 160 lbs (72.5 k)

ORIENTATION: Gay

ONE WORD: Charismatic

WISHES HE HAD: Clothes that fit, a jump rope

USEFUL ZOMPOCALYPSE SKILLS: Hitting stuff with a stick, running around, dad took kids hunting a couple times, has watched survival television shows, has been team captain before-- may make good leader for enclave. Good control of fear, responds to seeing scary thing with wanting to hit it/kill it with fire. Gets scared later.

MONSTERS REJOICE: Isn't up on all the horror lore, likely to 'be a hero' so to speak, will likely burn himself out or get himself hurt

[Suyoi]

NAME: Dr. Charles Victor (A.K.A. Dr. Victor)

AGE: 38

ARCHETYPE: Scholar

SPECIALTY: Medicine

TRAITS: Goth at heart, Eidetic memory, Pyrophobia, Vain

STATS:

BIOGRAPHY: Dr. Victor grew up fighting for just about every inch of his space. Being from a large seven-member family, his independence came at a younger age. His despair and loathing of life soon followed after his house burned to the ground one night. While every family member survived, the best guess the fire fighters and arson team could come up with was a scant electrical issue. His mind never lets him forget the heat, the smell, the bright lights. The medical field was probably the second to last place he wanted to work, but being a medical examiner meant horrible hours and poor pay; not to mention court appearances, heavy interaction with police, even more sobbing people, and grief counseling. Poo on that, Mr. Wizard! While not exactly the nice, comfortable shoulder to cry on, he does remember every disgusting disease, atrophied limb and amputation he has seen; he also doesn't need to go to one of those little helper books or phone gizmos to check out which medicine won't adversely interact with which. Always wanted to fly a plane, and has gone to the mall in order to buy a few books on piloting.

OCCUPATION: Emergency Room Lead Physician at University of Washington Medical Center.

HOME: Upstate New York. Moved out as soon as possible, bouncing around between Albuquerque, New Mexico; Durham, North Carolina; and Seattle, Washington.

HEIGHT: 5'11"" (1.80 m)

WEIGHT: 170 lbs (77.1k)

ORIENTATION: Better than you'll ever get

ONE WORD: Ostentatious

WISHES HE HAD: An endless supply of rubber gloves, a tape recorder to document what he sees.

USEFUL ZOMPOCALYPSE SKILLS: Well, there's medicine, and then their's ER medicine. It's kind of like the ultimate jury rigging of what resources you have. You make it work with what you've got. Also, I am not sure how much 'lore' would be there for an 80s goth kid, but he submerged himself in the culture. Maybe he's got a few minor helping facts stored away?

MONSTERS REJOICE: Truly and unconditionally does not care about others unless they're actively dying or dead. He may care more about the zombies than the survivors at times. Can throw a punch or kick, but won't do that if it will get himself dirty. Vanity, you cruel mistress! Oh, and 100% pyrophobia due to his memory. Has only worked himself up to candles in conquering his fears.

[Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse]

NAME: Patience "Patti" Greene

AGE: 52

ARCHETYPE: Citizen

DESCRIPTION: Patti is confident and self reliant, traits she picked up as the daughter of an Army First Sergeant. She is a fitness fanatic, modestly buff like the First Lady, and recently finished her first marathon. She dresses to impress in a corporate environment and her most prized possession is a Louis Vuitton purse she spent two months salary on. She was a competitive skeet shooter as a teen and occasionally goes duck hunting with her father and brothers. Her leadership style is democratic and she prefers to work with people capable of managing themselves.

OCCUPATION: Admin Manager at Amazon, schedules and manages day to day operations in the corporate office.

HOME: Patti was an Army brat and, as such, moved extensively as a child, even spending a couple of years in Germany. She has remained semi-nomadic as an adult, relocating to a new major city every five to ten years. Currently, she resides in a one bedroom apartment at the pretentious Olivian in downtown Seattle.

HEIGHT: 5' 8" (1.73 m)

WEIGHT: 140 lbs. (63.5 kg)

ORIENTATION: Heterosexual

ONE WORD: Self-reliant

WISHES SHE HAD: A steam shower

USEFUL ZOMPOCALYPSE SKILLS: Fast and accurate with a shotgun, knows how to field dress and cook a bird, running for extended periods of time, and lifting more than your average fit twenty-something. Some basic self defense techniques but no martial arts training. Knows how to train a hunting dog.

MONSTERS REJOICE: While she isn't a hero, she frequently finds herself unintentionally feeling a maternal protective instinct. Can't swim/afraid of water.

[∆§Indea§∆]

NAME: Micah Johnson

AGE: 23

ARCHETYPE: Citizen

SPECIALTY: Escaping

TRAITS: Sarcastic, Awkward, Cynic, Opportunist , extremely lucky when it comes to avoiding death.


DESCRIPTION:
Australian Tourist hopelessly lost looking for convention. Socially awkward and weird, tries to hide this with an inappropriate and black sense of humour. A bit of a indie-nerd, thinks he is cooler than he is. Is insanely and dangerously accident prone due to being absent-minded at the wrong time and yet keeps miraculously surviving...
He is an opportunist who is not 'afraid' to stand back and allow others to do all the high-risk and dangerous stuff. He could be brave or a coward but is yet had any opportunity to find out. He used to get chased as a kid a lot by bully so has great skills in running away and finding ways out of tricky situations and now practises parkour in his spare time.


OCCUPATION: Sous-chef on board a cruise ship(Ms Amsterdam).

HOME: Melbourne, Australia. Taking a couple days of leave from the Ms Amsterdam.

HEIGHT: 5'10

WEIGHT: 155lb

ORIENTATION: Not picky (it's a zompocalypse after all)

ONE WORD: Neurotic

WISHES HE HAD: Charisma.

USEFUL ZOMPOCALYPSE SKILLS: Knows his way around a knife when he isn't almost cutting his own limbs off. He has experience in running away/ parkour. He isn't afraid to volunteer others to perish while he makes a quick escape.

MONSTERS REJOICE: May end up a quick meal if his luck runs out and one of his 'accidents' kills him. May throw an unsuspecting meal their way as a diversion.
Doesn't have any real skills in fighting, would lose a battle of brawn.

[kilnarak]

NAME: Nathaniel (Nat) Grant

AGE: 22

ARCHETYPE: Citizen

SPECIALTY: Occultist/Barista/Student (hoorah!)

TRAITS: Socially Awkward, Bookworm, Near-Sighted, Easily Lost, Actually Likes Real Coffee and Not That Frappe-latte-ccino Crap.

DESCRIPTION: Nat just *looks* awkward - he's skinny and has a somewhat gangly sort of build. He wears glasses, and has worn glasses since a fairly young age - he's near-sighted, and it's only gotten worse as he grew older and spent more time poring over books. He is somewhat introverted and shy, and is certainly not a social butterfly.
He spent much of his childhood living with his aunt, Magdalene, after his mother died in a car accident. He spent a good bit of time in and around his aunt's shop, 'The Cat's Eye,' and is well acquainted with many of the books and various paraphernalia that she sold there. While he believed in it when he was younger, he doesn't anymore - since beginning a study of anthropology, especially, he sees his aunts beliefs in spiritual mediums, seances, and other-such arcane nonsense as little more than yet another aspect of humanity's cultural diversity. An interesting aspect, definitely, but something that we have certainly outgrown by now. There aren't monsters in the dark, after all, and certainly there is no Sun God to defeat them.
Nat currently lives with five roommates - however, they are not always all around at the same time. There are two who often stay in their shared home, whereas the other three only make occasional appearances, and must have other places they also stay. It is usually difficult to get their help paying the rent, too, which annoys Nat to no end. Despite this, however, he has developed a sort-of-crush on one of the absent three; although if confronted about it, he will vehemently deny it.
Nat does not drive, and does not know *how* to drive. He relies on his bicycle or public transport to get around - usually a combination of both. Despite being a skinny little thing, he's at least fit enough to bike for good distances, provided he remembers to bring water.

OCCUPATION: Student at Seattle Central (studying anthropology), part-time barista at Starbucks, also part time summer employment at his aunt Magda's new-agey occult shop.

HOME: He lives in Queen Anne with enough roommates to drive him insane. Occasionally he'll spend the weekend with his aunt in Fremont.

HEIGHT: 5'10" (1.78 m)

WEIGHT: 140 lb. (63.5 kg)

ORIENTATION: Unsure! He is very confused! ... probably Bi.

ONE WORD: Harmless (really!)

WISHES HE HAD: A dog. A big, giant, fluffy one.

USEFUL ZOMPOCALYPSE SKILLS: He's... good at running away? He's also quiet. He knows a lot of obscure hoodoo nonsense, as well actual mythology. So... he could probably identify our undead cannibals! And also theorize about how to kill them! But then he would likely hide in a corner. He's good at hiding, too.

MONSTERS REJOICE: He's... more or less zombie-bait. He's near-sighted, and he isn't particularly strong - nor has he ever handled a real gun. When things get hairy, he doesn't function well without someone to hide behind. He tends to panic, and he gets lost very easily.

[Gillsing]

NAME: Benjamin Hanson AKA Ben

AGE: 28

ARCHETYPE: Scholar

SPECIALITY: Computers

DESCRIPTION: Ben is an unattractive nerd who is way too preoccupied with all things Japan. In his spare time he reads manga and watches anime, most of it before it gets translated to English. He's also taking Kendo classes, because the Katana is the best sword ever. He's usually quite awkward around people, either being too shy or too blunt. His moral integrity is weak, and he often abuses power, or lets others abuse him if that's what it takes to be accepted. He thinks he's a 'good guy' though, so as long as someone else is around to point out what 'the right thing to do' is, he'd be willing to do it if he can.

OCCUPATION: Computer programmer

HOME: Seattle (never saw a reason to move from there, and now resides in a nice apartment in a quiet neighbourhood)

HEIGHT: 5'8" (1.73 m)

WEIGHT: 177 lbs (80 k)

ORIENTATION: Heterosexual

ONE WORD: Weeaboo

WISHES HE HAD: Hot Asian girlfriend (preferably Japanese, but they're all out of his league anyway)

USEFUL ZOMPOCALYPSE SKILLS: Hitting stuff with a stick (if that stick is enough like a Bokken or Katana), knows Japanese ghost stories, legends and myths (if that ever comes up)

MONSTERS REJOICE: Near-sighted (so if he loses his glasses he won't spot hidden zombies very well), not used to dangerous situations, lacks any actual combat experience (Kendo practice doesn't count)

INVENTORY: Ben is wearing a white shirt and black pants, with black sneakers. In his right pants-pocket he's got his Android phone, which he can ordinarily use to connect to his computers both at home and at work. In the left pocket he's got his apartment key, car key, and the key to his locker at the Kendo dojo, all of them sharing a key ring with a cute little anime figure. There's also a small stack of plastic cards there, which includes a VISA card and a key card for work. Plus $271.50 in cash, for whenever that might be needed.

CAR: Ben's Toyota RAV4 is parked in the Westlake Center underground parking garage, and in the trunk he keeps a sports bag which contains his Kendo equipment. There's also a cardboard box filled with cords and various computer parts, plus a spare laptop.

[DKender]

NAME: Alex Pike

AGE: 19

ARCHETYPE: Athlete

DESCRIPTION: Alex is a friendly, talkative, and confident young man who was voted Prom King in high school. Before moving to Seattle to earn a degree in something-or-other, he lived peacefully in a Californian middle-class nuclear family. Alex is pitcher on his university’s baseball team and fiercely enjoys competition and physical activity. As such, he is muscular and has high stamina. His parents still pay the bills, so he does not work to support his education. In fact, he’s never held a job, except for that lemonade stand gig during first grade. He is emotionally immature, sometimes irresponsible, and often acts before he thinks. He also firmly believes that he knows best, even when he certainly does not. He is a talented fancy dancer (in Native American intertribal Pow Wows), but keeps this an absolute, ABSOLUTE secret.


OCCUPATION: Undergraduate student at Seattle University majoring in economics, marketing, or English, depending on his mood

HOME: Northern California, though he lives in Seattle for school

HEIGHT: 5’ 11’’ (1.88 m)

WEIGHT: about 190 lbs (86.2 kg)

ORIENTATION: Heterosexual

ONE WORD: Wholesome

WISHES HE HAD: An entourage and his mother’s chocolate pancakes

USEFUL ZOMPOCALYPSE SKILLS: He’s a top-notch sprinter, can bench 280 pounds (127 kg) multiple reps, and might knock a zombie’s head off its shoulders with a sturdy baseball bat and a couple good swings. During a “fight or flight” scenario, he usually chooses “fight”.


MONSTERS REJOICE: Alex has lived a charmed, sheltered life and has never experienced any real hardships; actual danger or tragedies could overwhelm him. He’s also prone to rash decisions and is overconfident. He has a horrible (possibly fatal) allergic reaction to bee stings, and is superstitious.

[Dr. Jar]

NAME: Ashley Cassius (Ash)

AGE: 41

ARCHETYPE: Athlete

DESCRIPTION: Dry humor, confidence, and natural leadership grace this seasoned officer. Brave and physical, he has earned many badges of honor on the field, however, unknown to most he has a streak of sadism, and rather enjoys physical combat and proximity to others, and some of his gusto has come from desire to subdue and kill. Ever since he was a young man and joined the force, he has always felt a strong desire to serve both the law, and to serve himself.

He takes great pride in his physical form and body, and has run the marathon every year for his department. He considers himself a handsome man, and takes great pride in his angular features and muscular body, as much as he prides himself in his choosiness about the women he invites into his life. Though he's spent almost half his life in the Force, he looks little older than he did when he started, which seems to be another point of pride for him. He acts with thought, but is occasionally reckless, perhaps for justice, and perhaps to fulfill his own desires, and is something of a violence-junkie.

Though by no means a crooked cop, he sometimes bends rules as he sees fit, and occasionally has less-than-legal weekends of dynamite-fishing, and very legal hunting. He's always enjoyed the thrill of the moment.

OCCUPATION: Police Lieutenant.

HOME: Seattle, born and raised.

HEIGHT: 6' 1'

WEIGHT: 180 lbs

ORIENTATION: Heterosexual

ONE WORD: Violent

WISHES HE HAD: His truck. A sword. A suit of armor.

USEFUL ZOMPOCALYPSE SKILLS: Used to dangerous situations, is skilled with guns and has used them before. Brave and unafraid of danger, used to commanding others while in the line of duty, protective and not prone to panic.

MONSTERS REJOICE: While brave and skilled, his personal indulgence and enjoyment of violent acts is sure to get him into the midst of danger far too often, and his desire to protect others may be his undoing.

[Suyoi]

NAME: Garrett Vogel

AGE: 27

ARCHETYPE: Blue Collar

DESCRIPTION: Garrett is not a small guy. He is large and very muscular. He has grey/green eyes and dark, slowly graying hair. He’s pretty quiet, but tends to have more to say than people give him credit for. He used to be a photographer and spent most of his free time going into the mountains or islands and snapping scenery and nature-oriented photographs. He was exploring various old-school equipment, including mixing his own chemicals. He also enjoyed the time it allowed him to reflect quietly; hiking was probably another passion he was just discovering. If he was forced to choose a religion, it would be a close call between Buddhist and Pagan. He has respect for life and the living, and is coming to terms with the not-so-living.

OCCUPATION: Photography doesn‘t pay the bills. He spent the other half of his life being a masonry/construction worker. He has been schooled in Mostly odd jobs involving heavy lifting and sweat. It paid his way for him and his pet canary.

HOME: Small, efficiency apartment in near the highway, maybe within walking distance of a ferry to the islands.

HEIGHT: 6’2”

WEIGHT: 200lb / 90kg

ORIENTATION: Gay

ONE WORD: Noble

WISHES HE HAD: The ability to give everyone peace and serenity.

USEFUL ZOMPOCALYPSE SKILLS: He’s big, strong, has construction skills, big, patient, respectful, big, and big.

MONSTERS REJOICE: He won’t be one to strike the living, and still has a residual begrudging feeling against the zombies. He will also take a dive for others, and sacrifice himself to save others.

[kilnarak]

NAME: Aiden O'Neill

AGE: 17

DESCRIPTION: Aiden is kind of scrawny for his age, with pale skin that doesn't seem capable of tanning (just burning) and long, often messy, red hair. He often ties it back into a tail, or braids it, and sometimes wears baseball caps.

Aiden tends to be a bit standoffish around people he doesn't know - more an introvert than an extrovert. He enjoys competition rather a lot, however. Given his slight build and young appearance, he often feels that he has to prove himself to people around him - he can be just as useful/strong/brave/etc. as anyone else, just you see!

Aiden moved to Washington about three years ago with his father, shortly after his parents divorced. His father often took him out hunting, and taught him how to bow-hunt, as well as what to do with a deer after it has been killed. He also took up field archery as a hobby - enjoying the competition.

Aiden's dog, Bear, joined the family shortly after they moved to Washington. Aiden is incredibly fond of the big mutt.

Recently he's had some problems with his home-life, as his father was thinking of remarrying and he was opposed to the idea. Aiden took to running away now and then, to get away from that woman. His most recent retreat seems to have coincided with the world ending.

Aiden and Bear had managed to hitch-hike their way all the way down to Seattle on the day before the dead began to walk - Aiden hadn't really planned where he was going, beyond following the 5 FWY south; he was actually beginning to think maybe he had cooled off enough to call his dad and begin the trek back. Aiden had been in the middle of a phonecall with his father, reassuring him that he was allright and was going to head back, when the screaming metal-on-metal smash of a car crash startled him. He had enough time for the shock to pass, to hear his father's panic, before a similar screech erupted from the cell and it abruptly went dead.

OCCUPATION: High School Student

HOME: A small house in Mountlake Terrace, with his father (Jack) and his dog (Bear). Sometimes his father's girlfriend (Eliza) stays over as well, but Aiden usually makes himself scarce. Aiden does not feel particularly 'at home' here.

HEIGHT: 5'5"

WEIGHT: 130 lbs.

ORIENTATION: What's it to you?

ONE WORD: Rebellious

WISHES HE HAD: A motorcycle.

USEFUL ZOMPOCALYPSE SKILLS: He knows how to hunt - mainly deer, but he has also picked off rabbits, squirrels, and the occasional bird. He also knows how to skin and prepare an animal carcass for future consumption.

MONSTERS REJOICE: He's hot-headed, easy to goad into doing stupid things, and likely to throw himself into the thick of things to prove he can hold his own.

INVENTORY:
1 Carbon Tech PURSUIT Compound Bow
1 Sportsman's BAQ Quiver +8 arrows.
A small case with 4 additional arrows.
Extra bowstrings.
A small toolkit mainly consisting of a screwdriver, pliers, and an Allen wrench.
A small bottle of glue.
A small bottle of oil.
A hunting knife.
A decent cell-phone.
A duffel to carry all this crap in.

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NAME: Bear

AGE: 3 years old.

DESCRIPTION: Bear is a very big, muscular dog, and at a glance he looks a bit like his namesake. He's a mutt, with some wolf content, and also some akita. His fur is a grayish brown color, darkening to near black on his back, and lightening to a creamy white on his underside. His head looks a bit blunted for an actual wolf - his muzzle and ears are a bit too short. His eyes are light amber-brown.

Bear is incredibly protective of his person, and is fairly intelligent for a dog. He is shy around strangers, and can become aggressive if they insist upon entering his personal space. He doesn't bark very often and is usually a fairly quiet dog, although he will howl from time to time.

OCCUPATION: Dog.

HOME: Wherever Aiden is.

HEIGHT: 28 inches at the withers

WEIGHT: 130 lbs.

ONE WORD: Ruff.

WISHES HE HAD: All the rabbits he could chase, forevar. And also a nice big bone to chew on.

USEFUL ZOMPOCALYPSE SKILLS: He's big, has sharp teeth, and can be *very* aggressive to threats to his person.

MONSTERS REJOICE: He is a dog.

INVENTORY:
1 thick leather collar
1 aluminum tag with his name and a phone number on it.

[littlestprince]

Name: Lacy Nelson
Age: 24
Archetype: Citizen

Description: Lacy grew up in a small town in the upper peninsula of Michigan. He was the last of 4 boys which meant, unfortunately, he had the last pick of uncles to be named after. Maybe it was their shared name but he was always fond of his crazy Uncle Lace. When his uncle ran off to the west coast to marry a wealthy heiress, Lacy took over a 'nature museum' the man owned – which was mostly just several stuffed squirrels and a few sticks nailed to the walls of a cabin. Lacy was never very good at approaching people or expressing himself so living alone in the middle of nowhere suited him well. It was his uncle that lead him into seclusion and his uncle that would pull him out. A couple years after running off, Lacy got word that his uncle had passed away and he should come to Washington for the funeral. If it were anyone else, Lacy would have refused. Traveling completely across the country was insane. But this was for his uncle so he packed his best clothes and boarded a plane to Seattle.

Occupation: Museum curator, gardening and scavenging enthusiast

Home: Powers, MI

Height: 5'7”

Weight: 140lbs

Orientation: None expressed

One word: Private

Wishes he had: More books

Useful zompocolypse skills: Very observant of events and objects around him – if there is one new or different thing, he will probably notice it. Book knowledge of many different topics, nature in particular. He can identify most plants easily and knows at least 3 different ways to escape any dangerous animal. Most don't apply to humans or the undead but he would sure give it a try.

Monsters rejoice: Clumsy and not great at communicating. If he were lost or injured, it would probably take other people hours to realize he wasn't around. Although he doesn't present this way, he cares a lot about what other people think and wants people to like him. He would be willing to do some pretty dumb things if someone else wanted him to.

[Dr. Jar]

NAME: Breg Laydon

AGE: 32

ARCHETYPE: Athlete

DESCRIPTION: A very tall, powerful-looking man whose physique reflects his past as an active fireman. He has an imposing, blocky figure, with strangely delicate-looking hands. His tanned skin and the shape of his darkly lashed eyes suggest a Mediterranean heritage, as do his long, rather sad-looking features. His eyes are deep, dark brown, and sad and his long, curly, black hair is drawn back in a ponytail.

He seems to have kept in shape since his last workplace, and though he wears a long-sleeved flannel shirt, the underlying musculature is apparent as he carries out normal business.

An honest, none too bright, religious and rather kind man, Breg enjoyed his job as a fireman, and felt he had benefitted society greatly, even with the 9/11 disaster early in his career. After nearly 10 years, he felt that it was time to do something else, and find spiritual peace.

Breg has spent the last few months caring for the nuns in his Church, though in the beginning, several were killed due to possession. Breg had the dubious honor of killing and burying both of them. They were holed up for several months, until recently a terrible monster moved into the center of the Church, killing one, and wounding another. Now Breg leaves seeking help from someone who knows more medicine than he.

OCCUPATION: Former Fireman, more recently a worker in the Catholic Church.

HOME: New York City, Midtown, moved to Seattle for work-related business.

HEIGHT: 6'3" (190.3)

WEIGHT: 210 lbs (95 kg)

ORIENTATION: ?

ONE WORD: Devoted

WISHES HE HAD: His fireman friends, consistent dogfood.

USEFUL ZOMPOCALYPSE SKILLS: Breg was a fireman not too long before the end of the world, and is very physically strong, and capable of breaking down doors and axing inanimate objects with great force. He has been the most important player in keeping the nuns he has been living with safe.

MONSTERS REJOICE: Breg's knowledge of monsters stem from his Catholic upbringing, and found out quickly that holy water and reading from the good book aren't much use. He is also very traumatized due to witnessing two of the most horrible disasters to happen to the US within short order of each other up close and personal. He has become very protective of both the nuns, and anyone else who has crossed his path.

Inventory:
Fire Ax
Dufflebag

A pet German Shepherd/?

A puppy Breg found wandering around. He seems to be a little mutt, and is Breg's prized possession.

[Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse]

Patience Beatrice Greene, born at Darnall Army Community Hospital, Fort Hood, Texas, February 23, 1960 to Louis Nathaniel Greene and Mabel Elaine Boudreaux. She has two older brothers, Nathaniel Elijah (1955) and Caleb Levi (1954). Louis Greene was born in Houston, Texas in 1926. Mabel Boudreaux was born in Baton Rouge in 1931.

Patti's father enlisted in the Signal Corps of the United States Army in 1944. He served in the European theatre in World War II, then later in Korea, and Vietnam. He retired as the Regimental Command Sergeant Major of the Signal Corps in 1980. He has made the most of his retirement, traveling extensively until he was 65 at which point he settled in his hometown of Houston. He ran for city council and served in that capacity for twelve years. He still remains active, hunting, fishing, bird watching, and volunteering at homeless shelters and food pantries.

Patti’s mother kept a tight, religious household, her father being a Baptist minister. They attended church every Sunday, holidays, Sunday school, singing in the choir, all that jazz. Speaking of Jazz, Mabel was a jazz singer, but made her living as an elementary school teacher while her husband was in the service. Patti’s mother died in a car accident in 1970. Religious observances declined steadily after that time.

Her brothers were both athletes, but though the school teams on base were fully integrated in the mid 50s, some installations did not have schools, so the children had to attend segregated schools off base until the late 60s. The brothers excelled in baseball and football, with both attending Morehouse College in part on athletic scholarships. Nathaniel received his degree in Physical Education and Caleb in Political Science. Both served as officers in the Army for around ten years, Nathaniel as an Infantry officer and Caleb as a Quartermaster. Subsequent to his service, Nathaniel became a high school teacher and athletic coach in Houston. Caleb went to work at UPS and is now the regional director for an area that includes eastern Texas and Louisiana; he also lives in Houston.

1960-1962: Killeen, Texas (Fort Hood)
1963-1967: Fort Bragg, North Carolina
1968-1972: Fort Gordon, Georgia
1973-1977: Killeen, Texas (Fort Hood)

Patti graduated at the age of (freshly) seventeen from Killeen High School. She had skipped the second and fourth grades. In high school she was not particularly athletic, pouring her efforts into forensics, metal shop, and jazz band (she played trumpet and guitar).

In addition to her school activities, she also formed a really funky bluegrass band with her best friends, combining their instrumental talents with vocal harmonies they learned in church choirs. Patti (guitar), Gregory Armstrong (upright bass), Michele Coffee (banjo, harmonica), and Debbie Drayton (mandolin, fiddle) didn’t get a lot of gigs, but they were very popular at local block parties. They called themselves The Crackers.

Though their instruments and their upbringing was traditional Southern, they had been exposed to a wide range of regional music and culture in the military communities they had grown up in. One day, Michele brought a record to their practice session by a new band out of Austin called The Skunks. The fast riffs and anti-establishment lyrics struck a chord with the kids, who slowly integrated some of the influence into their original songs. The influence grew when Debbie came back from a family trip to DC with an armful of vinyl from bands such as The Sex Pistols, The Ramones, and The Clash.

1977-1978: Austin, Texas (White Flight)

At graduation, Gregory left to attend Xavier University in New Orleans, but the girls moved to Austin to pursue their music. There, they moved in with Michele’s older sister Donna, who was living in a tiny studio apartment that she paid for by working at the State Theatre.

As luck would have it, Donna was also a drummer and the band was quickly reformed as White Flight with Patti on rhythm guitar, Michele on bass guitar, and Debbie on lead guitar. As a unique signature, they all took turns singing, often integrating vocal harmonies in the choruses. Additionally, they weren’t averse to breaking out the old bluegrass instruments for a slightly demented folk-punk fusion that was pretty well unheard of at the time.

After achieving significant success in Austin, for a short time even more popular than The Skunks who basically established the scene in Austin, they decided it would be a great idea to move to New York.

1978-1982: New York, New York (White Flight)

The girls jumped right in, playing small clubs and working their way up to opening gigs at CBGB by 1980. They headlined their first gig there in August of 1981, then three or four times a month from Philly to Boston until the band broke up after Debbie died of a heroin overdose in September of 1982.

The Coffee sisters stayed a few weeks more, then moved back to Austin and formed the blues rock duo The Last Drop. Patti tried to keep the music thing going, busking on street corners, but was homeless by the end of the year. With a little help from her father, she caught the next bus to Houston.

1983-1990: Houston, Texas (Men's Wearhouse)

She looked for work for a few weeks, until she met local businessman George Zimmer at a Chamber of Commerce event that her father was attending in his role as councilman. She hit it off with George, who offered her a job in one of his stores.

Unknown to Patti, her band White Flight is cited as an influence in the August 1984 issue of Philadelphia punk fanzine Threatening Society’s interview of one Joe Jack Talcum.

Within five years, she had worked her way up from a saleswoman at a local Men’s Wearhouse to working as Zimmer’s personal assistant in his Houston office. Eventually, in an attempt to quit smoking marijuana, she decided that she needed to leave the company. With a glowing recommendation, she was offered a job in Atlanta at Coca-Cola.

1991-1991: Atlanta, Georgia (Coca-Cola)

The highly conservative culture at Coca-Cola was a bit of a shock to Patti and she quit after only nine months. With a little fast-talking, some networking with old friends, and still riding on that glowing recommendation, she managed to land a job at Chicago record label Touch and Go.

1992-1999: Chicago, Illinois (Touch and Go Records)

Patti’s time at Touch and Go was up and down, as the leadership of Corey Rusk was erratic at best and borderline criminal at worst. While at the company, she was primarily responsible for booking and travel planning. Patti quit in 1999 when she agreed to testify in support of the Butthole Surfers’ lawsuit against the company.

2000-2004: San Jose, California (eBay)

Patti moved to Oakland in late ’99, crashing for a short period at the home of Jello Biafra, who she had met during the Butthole Surfers v. Touch and Go Records fiasco. While in the Bay area, she met with George Zimmer, in hopes of rejoining Men’s Wearhouse. While he was open to the idea, he said he had a friend who was in need of an excellent personal assistant. He introduced her to Pierre Omidyar who hired her to work as his personal assistant at eBay.

After a few years, her responsibilities had expanded and evolved, eventually being retitled “Executive Manager”. Her job consisted of managing the executive offices and affiliated staff. Due to increasing tensions with CEO Meg Whitman, Patti left eBay.

Using her connections from several years of managing Omidyar’s personal calendar and attending many events, she struck up a conversation with venture capitalist Tony Hsieh. He offered her a job in the new executive offices of Internet shoe retailer Zappos’ new corporate headquarters in Nevada. Coincidentally, Omidyar had a residence in Henderson where he let Patti stay for a month while she looked for a new apartment.

2005-2009: Henderson, Nevada (Zappos)

Patti struggled at first, finding the Zappos administrative structure to be clumsy and overly bureaucratic. Eventually, with support from Hsieh, she was able to restructure the office into a more streamlined, modern workplace. In late 2009, following the acquisition by Amazon, an associate of Jeff Bezos offered her a job at Amazon, restructuring and managing their executive offices.

2009-present: Seattle, Washington (Amazon)

Patti hadn’t been at Amazon long before she realized it was quite the personality cult. The employees all reminded her of the Jobites she always ran into at the coffee houses and restaurants of Silicon Valley.

She did her job, with great resistance, which frustrated her greatly. It took her two years to make even modest progress, before her duties were reassigned and she was named administrative manager. The title sounded nice, but it effectively removed her from the executive office and made her the de facto facilities manger for the Amazon campus.

In the first autumn after the fall of civilization, she acquired a magical tattoo of protection that somewhat resembles this here:

[Skullbooty]

(PASTE PHOTO HERE!)

NAME: Tristan Buton-AKA "Jason"

AGE: 19

ARCHETYPE: Slender, athletic

DESCRIPTION: Tristan is a kind-hearted type of guy who spends the majority of his days discovering the vast world as much as he can. He may look sweet, but
underneath all that "handsomeness" you would uncover a dark past of mental and physical abuse from his childhood enemy's and his family. When stressed, he becomes angry and in raged. He may be very stubborn but he puts others emotions and needs before his own which some times leads to him not realizing his own feelings. Tristan is a leader in more ways than one. He has no family left and prefers to travel on his own.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Tristan has medium- length baby-blue colored hair which is shaved a little on one side. He has light green eyes and is pale in complexion. He has dimples and bridge piercings on either sides of his nose. Tristan has a feather tattoo on the inside of his right wrist.

OCCUPATION: Medical illustration

HOME: Rural Ohio, he moved to New York to pursue his long-term dream in becoming an artist of all sorts.

HEIGHT: 6'2

WEIGHT: 165

ORIENTATION: Pansexual

ONE WORD: Kind-hearted

WISHES HE HAD: A sweater and sandals

USEFUL ZOMPOCALYPSE SKILLS: Has a good aim when it comes to throwing rocks at stuff. Knows how to unlock locked doors because of past childhood "bad-assness". Can stay up for days without feeling tired or sluggish. Tristan is also good with his knifing skills because of his old hobby of " carving on wood"

MONSTERS REJOICE: Is likely to be one to lead a group out of trouble or distress.