Name:Dean Winchester (I'm too lazy to change his name and we all know I'll end up calling him Dean all the time anyways)
Gender:Male
Age(18-40):26
Sexual orientation:bisexual (though he'd never tell anyone that)
Appearance(picture optional):
Dean is a strong-statured man with broad shoulders. Every bit of his exterior reflects his masculine and tough interior. He has lean, built muscles. He's thin and fairly tall, standing six feet three inches. Of course, no one would ever believe he's that tall because he's bowlegged. His angular jawline is usually covered in stubble because shaving isn't of precedence. His lips seem to be perpetually chapped. Unrealistically green eyes stare out from a curtain of thick lashes. There is a smatter of hardly-there freckles on the bridge of his nose. His bronze hair is usually here, there, and everywhere. His hands are calloused and worn, and he always wears a silver band on his right ring finger and a necklace that his brother gave him for Christmas. He has a worn out leather jacket that accompanies him wherever he goes.
Personality:Twenty-six years of hard work looks good on Dean. His hands were worn down rough, reading out a story of his life with the main recurring feature being work. Grease under the edges of his short fingernails indicate all of the time he spent in the mechanic shop that was his first job. It may surprise people that he also works at a bar -- that his rough hands could be deft enough to mix drinks with finesse. It may not be a fancy bar, but he has to look pretty while mixing drinks for customers. All this work wasn't just to get loads of money. Two to three jobs at a time was a constant thing since Dean turned sixteen. Before that, he was working at a family friend's mechanic shop. The reason for all this work was so he could pay the bills and save for his brother's college. He had to pay bills at such a young age because his mother died when he was eight, and, a few years after, his dad turned to drinking to cope after all the other coping mechanisms didn't work.
His brother died at the beginning of the outbreak, and Dean constantly blames himself for the death. For this reason, he is extremely hard on himself and everything he does. He has a save the world complex. Everyone used to tell him that it was impossible to save everyone, but he intends to do just that. He may care too much for his own good. He doesn't allow people close, and he uses sarcasm and joking to keep people at an arm's length. Fiercely protective and tactically smart, Dean is someone anyone in their right mind would want to be with during a zombie apocalypse.
Skill set(things they are good at):Gun handling skills, hand to hand combat
Weapon/s:A wide array of guns and a few knives that he's collected since the start of the apocalypse.
History:Up until six months after his brother's birth, Dean Winchester had a normal life. His mom made him lunches and his dad taught him how to play baseball. Then his house caught fire and his mother died. Dean managed to carry out his baby brother, and they and their father survived. After that, their dad couldn't bring himself to stay in Kansas. He got a job as a traveling salesman, and for ten years, Dean and Sam went here and there, living out of roadside motel rooms. Sam was considered Dean's charge from that point on. On Dean's eighteenth birthday, he came back to the hotel to his near-dead father. The man was diagnosed as an alcoholic. Lucky for Dean, they had enough money to send him to rehab. Dean settled down in his hometown, taking on jobs and sending his brother to a fancy private school. He worked hard to keep his dad sober and his brother in school. Of course, he wasn't so successful when it came to his father and he was in and out of rehab, but Sammy managed to stay in school. Then, Dean was late to pick up Sammy from school one day, and the younger Winchester brother was attacked by one of the "zombies". Since then, Dean burned with a fire of vengeance.
Other:He is always on the move, usually hiding out in roadside motels and taking what he needs. He travels alone for the most part, but isn't opposed to having some help from time to time.
Name:Victor Austin
Gender:Male
Age(18-40):38
Sexual orientation:Pansexual
Appearance(picture optional):
Vic has a rugged, unkempt sort of look about him, what with his scraggly three day beard and his messy black hair. Of course, he doesn't care what anyone thinks when they look at him. He happens to know that he's strikingly handsome. He has sharp features, a narrow nose and angular jaw. His deep brown eyes are always shining with a mischievous expression. It's rare to find him with any expression other than a smirk. He's a lot less worn down than Dean, having lived a much easier life than his partner in crime. The past year has aged him a bit, giving him an older appearance. He still has his muscular and tall build, and has no trouble keeping up with the younger members of his "team."
Personality:He's a complete spaz, always making jokes and cracking a grin at inappropriate times. Maybe that's why he gets on so well with Dean. He looks on the bright side of everything. He's almost too happy. Of course, it's all a front. He's slowly giving up and he's growing exhausted. He lacks the temper that flares up in Dean when he gets to his wits end. Instead, Vic separates himself from the group and goes off on his own for a few days. When he comes back he's always a literal ray of sunshine. He is overly arrogant, but he has a hint of anxiety. It's easy to notice when he's around a lot of people. That's why he tends to stick with a small group of people. He craves human attention, and he can't manage on his own for long. In a way, he's like a giant kid.
Skill set(things they are good at):He's clever and good at thinking on his toes. He's tough and able to endure a lot of physical pain.
Weapon/s:A pair of small handguns
History:He grew up with absent parents, but they were rich. He had plenty of staff to spend his time with. Once he turned eighteen, he moved to Europe and studied abroad for four years. When he returned home because of his father's death, he learned that he was left with his the family fortune. He always worked with charity, and he happened to be working with a group that was against the usage of the AIDS cure. He swore that it would end badly.
Other:His father built an underground safe house under the family estate. It has enough food and water to provide for fifteen people for five years. It was enough to accommodate for everyone who worked and lived in the house. It is locked, and he and Dean have agreed to go there and take anyone they can if things go bad.
Name:Caine Perry
Gender:Male
Age(18-40):29
Sexual orientation:unidentified
Appearance(picture optional):
Much like the other men he travels with, Caine is a lean muscled man. He has that similar sort of wild look with the stubble and rough skin. His Hair is much lighter, nearly blond, but it is always a mess. He has bright eyes that dance with knowledge. He has less prominent features, a more round jaw and a less narrow face. His nose is narrow. He is almost always the most impractical clothing and is only now being coaxed into a more appropriate wardrobe, compliments of Dean.
Personality:You've never met someone as twisted and unempathetic as Caine Perry. He's one of those people who make others shudder by the simple fact that he doesn't value human life as he should. He views the whole of it as a big game, and each person is a player. Some happen to be more skilled at the game than others, and sometimes people lose prematurely. It's just his luck that he happens to be wonderful at maneuvering through the game that is life. The main problem is that he gets too bored with the daily humdrum of life going on the same every single day. Little tweaks in his daily life don't much help him feel any sort of excitement. It takes something big to make him emote.
He speaks only when he finds it necessary to speak, and he's very good at being alone. Even if you're around, he's likely to ignore you or say something that makes you feel stupid. But he does expect that, if he asks for something, you will help him. He doesn't pay attention to what's going on around him when he is doing his work, and it can tend to drive some people up the wall.
When he needs to think he plays music or writes or takes pictures. He isn't the greatest photographer; he's very good at piano and writing, though. It helps his mind work faster than if he just sat there thinking. Another way that he helps the cogs spin, is talking aloud to himself. Usually it's nonsensical rambling, but sometimes people can make a little bit out of it.
He's clever, someone who can think on his toes. His intelligence is very obvious as he doesn't much try to hide it. People's opinions on his arrogance don't much matter to him because he knows that he's smart. He doesn't make friends easily because he doesn't listen to what they say and he's better at working alone. He's too proud for his own good.
It doesn't take him much to figure out the facts of someone -- where they've been, what they do often, if thy have kids, and plenty of more things depending upon the person. He uses little things like their clothes or the way they hold their phone. Even the smallest action can key him into who they are.
Skill set(things they are good at):Making the plans. Anything requiring technology.
Weapon/s:A police issued pistol and a large knife.
History:He doesn't much speak about his past, but it's easy to collect that he doesn't have much to do with his family anymore. He was born in London, and moved to America when he was twenty. He seems to have had a troubled past, but no one really knows.
Other:He originally traveled with Vic because he and the older man knew each other. Now he travels with them because he's smart enough to know he won't manage on his own.
I almost kept going and making more characters, but I stopped myself. c:
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