#aela.intro

aesthetics: calloused and chalked-up hands, with bruised and cracked knuckles wrapped in bloodied cloth. the smell of dirt and gunpowder. an early run in the dewy morning. compassion and anger in equal measure, so vicious it stains your hands red. how do you save a world you don’t think is worth saving? 

snarky as hell and always thinking she’s cleverer than she is, astrid vogel is made of three parts anger and two parts exasperated humour. armed to the teeth with sharp jibes and bullets galore, she’s always cracking morbid, deadpan jokes about the apocalypse (because she’s a gen z kid first and foremost, and what else is there to do now that memes aren’t a thing?). skills include close range combat, traversal, and avoiding emotional attachments.

more seriously though, astrid is… too hardened for a girl her age. too cynical, too ruthless, and more abrasive than she has any right to be. but as far as she’s concerned, it’s a necessary aspect to staying alive. she’s tough, violent, aggressive; she hands out loyalty or affection in short supply, careful and cautious despite her volatility. most importantly, she’s determined as all hell to make it through this.

of course, she wasn’t always this way. she was only fifteen when the outbreak first got way out of hand — she was a bit of a sport climbing prodigy before, though rather terrible at school. (one good thing about the apocalypse? she got to skip that algebra test she had on monday.) all in all, she’d been a normal kid: energetic. bright and cheeky. maybe a bit mouthy, and way too fond of trash talk during competitions.

but since the whole end of the world thing, she’s had to adapt — life in the post-apocalypse definitely wasn’t going to grade her on a curve, and with her younger sister to look after, she had to learn to carry the weight of responsibility very early on. she’s toughened up, maybe too much, and picked up all sorts of skills she’d otherwise never have needed as a teenager.

before all this, she grew up in utah; as aforementioned, she loved rock climbing — with a particular knack for bouldering over lead/speed — and was largely happy. she’d come out as trans about a year before the apocalypse, and her parents were so supportive it made her heart hurt. like, ‘mum remembered to pack a supply of hormones under important meds while fleeing the fucking outbreak’ kind of supportive. (she had to start raiding pharmacies for them pretty quick, though.)

besides that, her dad worked in the military but was killed during the early parts of the outbreak; and her mum took care of her and her younger sister up until she died, too. for two years astrid travelled alone with said sister (juno), but they were literal kids facing the end of the world, so she finally joined the collective a couple months or so ago as a means to keep thirteen year old juno safe.

and that ‘finally’ is pretty important, to astrid - even if she swallowed her pride and came to the collective for help in the end, she was capable of keeping herself and her little sister alive for two whole years. she’s far from a helpless kid, and she will not accept being treated as one. she came here because she believed it was best for juno, all things considered.

and really, she’d do anything for her sister. she’s the only family astrid’s got left and despite all her rough edges and snark, she cares wholeheartedly for juno and what she represents to her. she’s curt and abrasive and perhaps a little bit full of herself, but around juno she still has an intrinsic sort of tenderness that is necessary to her own survival.

name. deacon  elijah  walker. age.  thirty  -  four. dob.  september  9th,  1985. orientation.  bisexual. occupation.  raider  for  the  crowned. traits. intense,  reticent,  unyielding,  stubborn,  ascetic,  wistful,  charming. aesthetic.  the  sudden  strangling  sensation  that  comes  with  drowning,  an  improper  baptism  seared  across  the  inside  of  your  skull.  the  snarling  of  something  deep  and  terrible  in  the  woods,  knowing  you  don’t  want  to  look,  and  then  looking  anyways.  the  sickly  sound  of  those  last,  dying  breaths,  and  remembering  what  they’d  sounded  like  from  yourself. 

PRE  -  APOC.

grew  up,  born  and  raised,  in  the  small  -  ish  town  of  ferriday.  his  parents  were  good  enough  people,  he  thinks,  in  spite  of  their  flaws.  they  were  god  -  fearing  folk,  as  was  the  tradition  of  their  bloodline.  he  doesn’t  know  that  he  fully  blames  them  for  the  baptism  they  gave  him  at  eighteen,  right  before  he  left  for  atlanta,  head  dunked  under  the  water  of  a  tub,  fingers  scrabbling  at  ceramic.  he  doesn’t  blame  them,  but  he  sure  as  hell  remembers.  there’s  a  resentment  there,  sure,  when  someone  passes  the  good  word  of  the  lord  onto  him,  but  he’s  numbed  himself  enough  by  now  that  it  hardly  processes  as  anything  other  than  a  hitching  of  breath.

went  to  community  college  in  atlanta, and  afterwards,  started  working  as  a  firefighter  by  the  time  he  was  around  twenty  five,  with  small  jobs  carrying  him  from  here  to  there.  the  work  suited  him.  deacon  liked  helping  people,  liked  the  way  they  looked  at  him  when  he  helped  them.  there  was  something  sort  of  endearing  about  the  way  flames  licked  at  the  sky,  too,  like  they  were  trying  to  cleanse  the  earth.  he  thought  he  might  try  going  to  church  again  and  found  he  couldn’t  even  step  over  the  threshold.  this  proceeded  to  occur  every  sunday  up  until  the  world  ended.

POST  -  APOC.

he  and  two  of  his  coworkers  --  hawthorne  and  rhodes  --  managed  to  make  it  out  of  atlanta  without  being  eaten,  out  of  the  eight  they  started  off  with.  those  who  tried  to  return  to  their  families  disappeared.  it  took  him  months  to  settle  into  the  habit  of  killing,  and  almost  a  year  before  he  could  do  it  without  the  thought  in  the  back  of  his  head  that  spoke  of  sin  and  repentance.  the  world  had  ended.  rapture  occurred.  god  had  moved  on,  deacon  thought.  god  turned  away  from  earth  the  minute  he  had  to  bury  his  axe  in  hawthorne  two  years  in  and  hold  rhodes  while  he  bled  out 

he  spends  the  third  year  as  a  loner.  this  is  for  the  best.  unhinged  isn’t  a  good  look  for  anyone.

humanity  comes  crawling  back  to  him  in  the  early  waking  hours  of  march,  in  year  four,  covered  in  rot  and  gore  and  blood.  there’d  been  a  family  of  three,  staring  him  down  from  their  sleeping  bags,  while  he  was  holding  that  old  worn  axe  in  hand,  taped  together  with  hope  and  duct  tape  and determination  --  a  boy.  a  girl.  a  father,  a mother.  he  lowers  his  axe  and  leaves  knowing  that  if  what  the  conspiracies  say  are  true,  that  maybe  things  are  coming  to  an  end,  he  can’t  do  that.  can’t  carry that  weight.  it’d  be  a  nigh  impossible task.

when  he  first  joins  the  crowned  he’s  half  -  starved  and  just  as  god  -  fearing  as  he  was  as  a  child,  but  it’s  a  good fit.  they’re  quiet,  leave  him  alone,  and  he’s  able  to  tune  out  the  usual  preaching  sessions  of  humanity  and  a  secondary  eden  out.  he  doesn’t  buy  into  any  of  it,  not  really,  has  wondered  if  any  of  them  really  believe  in  the  delusions  their  supposed  prophet  speaks  of.  he  doesn’t  know  how  he’d  act  if  he  knew  others  did,  doesn’t  know  what  his  hands  would  do  with  that  sort  of  knowledge.  what  he  does  know,  though  -- at  night  deacon  dreams  of  ceramic  bathtubs  filled  with  red,  the  soft  whisper  of  a  hushed  assurance,  and  grips  his  axe  a  little  tighter.

WANTED  :

someone  who  clearly  has the  same  feelings  about  the  crowned  as  he  does,  and  is  only  staying  with  them  for  the  sake  of  safety  in  numbers.

someone  who  could  maybe  convince  deacon  to  eventually  join  another  group,  should  shit  go  down.

former  coworker  ??  just  because  deacon  never  saw  them  again doesn’t  mean  they’re  not  dead,  babey  !

i can already feel this is going to be a lazy one bc..... i’m tired of intros rip and i’m feeling sleepy so. kinda might reword the about part when i wake up bc i kinda don’t like it, but it’s whatever for now

i. about

a girl who was born in las vegas, nv. she had wonderful parents that divorced when she was fourteen. however, she didn’t mind it at all. she was happy as long as they were. plus, she wanted a bigger family, so if they were going to remarry to other people, she was oddly okay with it too. mainly because she’s an only child, so she wanted to siblings for a long time. eventually, that was what happened. four years ago, her dad remarried and soon, frankie had a step-mom and step-sibling. when she heard the news, she was joyous since she was getting new family members. however, it wasn’t what she actually expected since her new step-sibling was practically someone she already knew and didn’t like.

when high school came around, she was betrayed by her closest friends. she wondered how people can be so close and then suddenly hurt one another. her views on people became worse once she entered college. she dated a guy for about two and a half years, but things ended badly when he was caught cheating. since then, she was cynical about others since she wasn’t able to forgive the people who did her wrong. she was told multiple times to get over it, but couldn’t. it still astonishes her now and from that point on, she didn’t really let anyone into her life, thoughts, or feelings.

nonetheless, she graduated and ended up creating her own business. she did have help from her parents financially, but already learned how to manage companies. due to her love for flowers, she became a ceo of a florist company and things were going well. it was only when 2014 that things took a turn due to the apocalypse. she was already away from her family, so she was by herself for a while and ran into a small group, but eventually ended up with the crowned. she hates being with them, but feels like she doesn’t have a better choice for now.

ii. details

pinterest

aesthetic

walk-in closets but wearing the same 5 outfits, walking through trails, smelling fresh air, having polaroids of flowers, black hair ties, not needing glasses but wearing them for fashion, stacks of books that were actually used and read, a hot cup of starbucks coffee, plants scattered throughout the bedroom, a person reading alone in a library, being the wallflower at a party

traits

adaptable, distant, generous, grouchy, reserved, responsible

style

most of her style is denim and single-colored tops with a lot of neutral colors. she tends to leave her hair longer than her shoulders and mainly leaves it down, but will put it in a ponytail once in a while

misc

can be labeled as the anthomaniac or the recluse

she comes from old money from her dad and new money from her mom

she has this tattoo on her right side

if anything, she’s mainly the type to have a one night stand, but has kept only three or four friends with benefits all her life.

info

name: frankie ward

age: 26

zodiac: capricorn

hometown: las vegas, nv

gender: cis female

sexual orientation: bisexual

it begins and ends in the same way, cold and distant, with a spot of warmth in the middle

meredith is born on a rainy night in october but the light she brings is like july 

even unplanned its clear shes meant to be in her mother’s arms soft tufts of red hair adorning her head 

she grows up profoundly loved, even in her yearning for a father her mother fills every gap she can and its almost enough for meredith 

but she yearns for something more. consumes movies and media ravenously and dreams of the day when she can become who she wants to 

but her childhood is cut short with the end of the world and meredith has trouble reconciling that 

she had her whole life planned out ahead of her at 12 but by the time she’s thirteen the rapture has begun 

she’s angry, at those who died before they had to experience this world, at those older than her who got to have a life before it all went to shit, but most of all at herself for not being equipped 

most of the time she feels like a failure, fumbling hands bandaging wounds and still trying to learn every day 

the rest of the time she spends daydreaming, reading books and magazines and anything she can get her hands on, head lost in another world

she’s a dreamer in a world that demands realism a dangerous thing to be 

her heart is too soft for the hard decisions that come and she remains, young and naive despite her best efforts to not be 

to milo as he grew up, indiana was a fascinating liminal space —— a small town and a big city all at once. his father, a pastor, was especially effective at bringing out the “small town” aspects of mishawaka, which could sometimes feel deceptively urban.

milo never believed in the mystical. he did find the way organised religion united people captivating, on an intellectual level.

he wound up taking academic paths that would allow him to devote much of his life to scholarly pursuits, theology and anthropology among his chief specialisations, both going hand-in-hand.

despite his cerebral nature, milo is not cold. he’s highly sensitive and emotional, in a rather quiet manner. he tends to internalise a lot of that stuff, but it also often explodes. he’s very passionate.

hence him wanting to propose to his girlfriend, katharine/kitty (a taken wc whew), at 24. i mean, he didn’t think early 20s matrimony in typical catholic couple fashion was his speed, but god, he’s just so in love with her....

but then.............the zombie apocalypse cockblocked him for five years, before he could propose. rip

he may be a geek but he’s a BUFF geek. a physically FIT geek. he will NOT hesitate to deck a zombie and he CAN

is straight.

honestly just wanted normal domestic bliss but then zombies had to ruin that,,

again, even though he’s more of the bookish type, he knows how to charm. pair that with his ability to argue, he’s persuasive and smart and thus just good for scouting

and here i am again with my sadboy gage! as with ellie he also has a completed bio which you can take a gander at right over here. and here are the cliff notes:

gage carey was born in bangor, maine. the gorgeous wooded state that is currently (and probably still is in this timeline lmfao) haunted by the great stephen king. also home of enormous pay gaps and sexy lobster rolls.

was a little quiet weirdo that thought he was the human child of sasquatch (he spent a lot of time outside in the woods with his family, they loved the outdoors okay?)

he played hockey in high school, probably could have gone pro, but he suffered from that weird quasi-adult indecision and blew off college in favor of working on his dad’s fishing boat while he ‘figured it out.’

grew up with a close-knit group of weirdo friends (reminescent of ‘it’ and ‘stranger things.’ they got the news of the outbreak while he was at his childhood friend and crush’s birthday party. and it was all downhill from there.

his dad and the other kids’ parents were all coincedentally friends as well and they formed their own little group, looking after one another as the infection devasted the world. one by one tragedy took them from the dinner table.

in the end, the decision was made to head out and it turned out to be a shitshow. long story short gage was seperated from the rest of his group, some of his friends were later found...dead or deadish and his dad was infected. he had to put his dad down and just kind of...drifted. eventually he was found and recruited by a member of the collective and just kind of figured, fuck it. 

wanted connections

so, i swear he’s not really that boring of a guy. he’s just very introverted unless you manage to get under his skin. and if you can do that you’ll find a sarcastic, socially awkward nerd i’m hoping he finds people that can bring out a different side of him because character growth. anyway, if anyone wants to offer up their character to be the one that recruited gage that would be awesome. it would be nice if he could slowly start making friends.

fellow hunters or people that work outside the bounds of collective? he’ll see you more often than not as he always finds an excuse to go off by himself to be alone with his manpain™

i might request his sister and maybe she was picked up by the crowned? i thought that might be an interesting juxtaposition for him and no doubt piss him the hell off. if anyone’s interested in that let me know.

he’s honestly not overly fond of the crowned, he’s seen and heard some things that turn his stomach. 

and as for the love department he’s open, he’ll be a hard sell but he’s only human after all. basically what i want for gage is pain, enlightenment, friendship, and hope? i know that sounds dumb but i’d like for him to see the light at the end of the tunnel even if the light is a blood-spattered disco ball and it’s all in his head. mmkay? mmkay.

BEFORE THE END OF THE WORLD

x. Ivan Patterson was born into an incredibly large and wealthy family. He was the middle child of eight children. His parents weren’t perfect, but no parent is but they truly tried their best. His parents used to work quite a lot to keep up with their lifestyle but they still tried to be there for their kids whenever they were home.

x. The thing is the more kids there are in the home the easier it is for one of them to completely disappear. While Ivan was a child he was quiet, but maybe too quiet. His parents didn’t quite notice him. Not that he blamed them. His older sister surely needed more attention than he did with all the trouble she got herself in and then, of course, his youngest sister was just a baby so she must have needed a lot of attention. So instead of being bothered with the lack of affection and attention he simply he took care of himself.

x. He took care of himself since he was just a little child. He would wake himself up and make sure he was dressed and presentable before he would walk himself to school. Sure, some people would find it difficult but it didn’t bother him. He loved his family and even if he had to step up and act more mature than other kids his age it didn’t matter to him.

x. All his life he felt like he was nothing like the people around him. He felt as if he was from another planet. He had different interest than all of his siblings, while they would be out making friends he would have rather spent his time by himself reading fantasy books that allowed him to escape to another world.

x. It wasn’t until much later when he realized how truly different he was from his family. Because until the age of fifteen he had always felt like something was wrong with him but he had never been able to understand what it was. But when he did his whole world turned upside down but in the best way. He finally realized that even if he had been born as a girl that wasn’t right for him. 

x. He wanted to tell his parents right away because he knew they would love him no matter what and that’s exactly what happened. His parents accepted him and helped him become the man he truly was.

x. But the thing is no one’s perfect and Ivan is far from being perfect. Once he was finally able to look like the person he truly was he found the confidence he had always been lacking. 

x. Instead of being the quiet kid he had always been, he surrounded himself with people and he became arrogant and annoyed at the lack of attention he got at home. He would constantly start picking fights with his siblings and with his parents until one even they all gave up and it ended with him leaving at seventeen. Sure after he left he knew he had been an asshole but he also realized he had just been a kid and it made him bitter and angry that his parents allowed him to leave.

x. Ever since that moment, he was by himself, travelling as far away from his family as he could get and making sure he had somewhere to sleep and eat. Years later he was still by himself even if he had made friends on the way, he was still stuck in a survival mode, ready to move to the next town if he would have to.

x. It wasn’t until at the end of the world when he realized what an idiot he was and how much he truly wanted to get home.

AFTER THE END OF THE WORLD 

x. When he first saw them he was walking down a deserted street. At first, he wouldn’t believe it but it didn’t take long until he realized that something wasn’t right with the person who was getting closer and closer to him, but instead of waiting around to figure out what was going on with him he simply ran away.

x. That’s how his new life began. He was on the run constantly, still hoping he would one day be able to reconnect with his family even if he knew how foolish it was. Then one day he ran into the Grave Robbers. From that moment on he stopped running and they became his new family.

CONNECTIONS

x. People from the past 

x. Someone he ran into while he was on the run before he joined the Grave Robbers. They could have either been friends or annoyed at each other but known that they needed each other to survive. The two of them could have joined the group together or not. 

x. Friends!!!!!

Scarlette was the youngest of five siblings all boys and really enjoyed the life she was lucky enough to have while growing up

she joined the marines straight out of highschool and rose through the ranks as many would before transferring into NCIS as a tactical leader

when the apocalypse first began she tried to be the sweetness left in the world but it was soon taken over by more of a will to survive

she was one of the luckier ones having had  training in combat and survival but it was so much different compared to what she had gone through before

She tried to call her parents but they were out of country and her brothers were scattered across the continent, essentially as the militia makes its way through america she’s constantly on the lookout for any braya living or undead

Her parents raised her under their thumb and it lead to great sneaking skills

she wears a pendant of the four horsemen that was her weird goth grandma’s with a golden cross charm added on to it

less for religion though she does believe in God but more to tie her to her past family wise