WHERE WERE YOU

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵 𝑰𝑭 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝒀 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑨𝒀                                                             𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

                                               𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍    𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐄

“...Long since had they sacrificed their community, their family, and their emotional stability in the name of correcting that which was so irreparably wrong. He’d pioneered into the Americas on a hunt, and though he’d lived beneath a different guise, a different name, what anchored him was knowing that one day he would return to his family. Eight years had passed beneath the psyeudonym Joseph Hughes. He had an elaborate facade built for himself, inching closer and closer to his target by the day, until suddenly... it was all ripped out from beneath him, and replaced with a horror he’d never anticipated could even exist...”

                                     KNOWN CHARACTER PARALLELS PRE AND EARLY APOCALYPSE: TBA PRESENT DAY: TBA

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TRIGGER WARNING! —the following introduction contains potentially triggering subjects such as: betrayal, deceit, manipulation, heartbreak, mourning, gore, horror, near death experience, flight crash, and espionage.  GRAPHICS CREDIT! —the preceding graphic is credit to bleuberrymilk, as a psd discovered on deviantart.

                                                                   STATISTICS

— GENERAL.

Full Name: Severin Konare Nickname(s): Sev Age: 42 Date of Birth:  April 14th, 1983 Hometown: Nice, France Pre-apocalyptic Location: New York City, New York, USA Current Location: Chicago, Illinois Ethnicity: Fula Senegalese Nationality: French Gender: Non-binary transmasc  Pronouns: He/They Orientation: Asexual Religion: Buddhist Political Affiliation: Unaffiliated Occupation: (pre-apocalyptic) International Superspy for the French Government (post-apocalyptic) South Deering Leader and fill-in Chef Language(s) Spoken: French Fluently, English fluently, Spanish fluently, German fluently, Russian fluently,  Mandarin fluently, Korean fluently

— PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

Faceclaim: Omar Sy Hair Colour: dark brown Hair Texture:  4A curly Eye Colour: deep brown Height: 6′2″ Weight: 190lbs Build: Large in stature.  Tattoos: None Piercings: None Usual Expression: Inquisitive, observant Distinguishing Characteristics: None

— HEALTH.

Physical Ailments: None Neurological Conditions: Undiagnosed Unspecified Anxiety Disorder Allergies: None Sleeping Habits: Regular, consistent Eating Habits: Eats what’s available Exercise Habits: Exercises regularly  Emotional Stability: 9/10 Sociability: Introverted Body Temperature: Neutral Addictions: None Drug Use: None Alcohol Use: Occasional

— PERSONALITY.

Label: The Chameleon Positive Traits: analytical, generous, careful, conscientious  Negative Traits: cynical, faux, self-prioritizing Fears:  Never seeing his family and loved ones again Habits: TBA

— FAVORITES.

Weather: Rainy, neutral weather Landscape: Mountains Color: Pale blue Sport: Rock climbing Beverage:  (pre-apocalyptic) Pina Colada (post-apocalyptic) N/A Food:  (pre-apocalyptic) Dakhine (post-apocalyptic) Venison  Animal: Elephant

— FAMILY.

Father: Unknown — Adopted Mother:  Unknown — Adopted Upbringing: loving, attentive Sibling(s): None Spouse: Husband Children:  One daughter, one son Pet(s): None Family’s Financial Status: (pre-apocalyptic) Upper Class

— EXTRA.

Zodiac Sign:  TBA TBA TBA MBTI: INTP Primary Vice: TBA Primary Virtue: TBA

                                                         . . .

                                        PRE-APOCALYPTIC OVERVIEW

                                        SEE WITH NEW SIGHT, INTO THE NIGHT

—NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK ESPIONAGE IS DIRTY WORK, and at the start of the downfall of the world, Severin was up to his neck in the trenches of espionage. Deployed by the French government, the spy was tasked with following his target’s every move, and falling into a slow burning waltz of sorts with them—in which, they took one step back, and he matched one forward, with the fluidity and grace of a spy trained in manipulation. So long had he spent under the guise of New York native, Joseph Hughes, that the weight of his fabrications began to crush down unto him, as anchor might sit upon chest. Year after year, he had but an elaborately hidden photo of his family to reference when he began to forget their faces, forget the sound of their voices, forget the warmth of their hugs. 

Before long, as designed by his superiors, he’d amassed a new family, a community of friends, colleagues and foes. And at the center of it all was one person. All of it, designed specifically to inch closer to them, gain their allegiance, and then rip the rug out from beneath their footing. A decade in, and Severin had melded with his faux identity. When he lay down beside his wife at night, he dreamt of home in Nice, with his husband and two children, eating fresh buttered bread and listening to the soft hum of rain tapping on window pane. It was in these small moments he maintained his sanity, and anchored to them, like they might undo all these years spent yearning for home. Never had he anticipated he might be gazing out the window the morning of the fall of the world, watching the rain pelt against its glass as he stewed in nostalgia. Never had he anticipated just a few short hours later, he would flee, abandon his position, trying to get out of the country for dear life... alongside the very person he’d spent the past decade spying on. 

                                  WALKING OUT THE GRAVEYARD, BACK TO LIFE

—CHICAGO, ILLINOIS There was nowhere to go. The airports had shut down, and after a frantic haul to JFK only to discover there was no hope of getting home via commercial flight, Severin pivoted his approach. In moments where your morality was boiled down into nothing but an hourglass filling with sand, terrible, deceitful things would be done. For self-preservation, for the hope that he might be able to find his family before this infection reached France, Severin continued his act with his espionage target, convinced them they needed to get out of the city before they were infected, and get out into some place rural. 

At first they went upstate, and didn’t stop, until they hit the Canadian border and, even in such urgent times, were denied entry. Re-routed, they set forth west, and settled briefly in different farmlands until their vehicle broke down in Chicago. It was here where they searched for an aircraft. Any aircraft. Severin was desperate to get home, and he had flight experience, but without even a jet or helicopter, they weren’t getting out of the city. The following few weeks, months... they lost track... it was spent trying to find aviation, and they finally did, on the top of a trauma hospital. Dead bodies were all but dumped in the streets, and around them lingered the infected. Somehow, even through the camaraderie of risking each other’s lives for one another, and successfully boarding that Med Evac helicopter, Severin remained a chameleon with his companion. It was only once they discovered exactly why the helicopter had been abandoned, did his priorities begin to shift. No, it was not the fall of society that drew Severin out of his allegiance to his government, but rather a near-death experience with the very person he was set out to destroy. 

The helicopter only lasted minutes before he suddenly lost all control of it, and they went down, yelling Mayday at a silent Air Traffic Control. Somehow he survived, but only because of his target’s selflessness. 

                                                              PRESENT DAY