( alex fitzalan. cis man. he/his. ) ⸺ đ greetings, bighorns ! walking around campus, sporting his twin brotherâs necklace, weâve spotted WILLIAM BARLOWE, a twenty eight year old who contributes to our thriving community as a FARMER. according to our intel, heâs been around the sanctuary for one year and what we know about him, aside from the fact that he does agree with the decision to close the gates, is that he spent years roaming while mourning his family, was a boy scout for nine years, and loves astronomy. doesnât that make him fantastic ? we think it does, and thatâs why we appreciate him so much, grateful for what he gives to our community.
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She loves the smell of morning dew: This is the smell of new beginnings.
Life is hard when the world ends.
especially when you're bad luck.
Before the UEC (and there was so much before), Paige was a variety of places.
The world ended when she was fifteen. The first time she saw a clicker, she'd screamed, and her parents had been the one to take the fall. they'd told her to run and she had, and they didn't follow her. couldn't. they were dead, and she'd done it.
Paige is better at being quiet now.
She didn't stay alone long, there was no way she would've made it. She had Mary, a woman who'd lost twin boys, a year younger than she was. she'd lived a few streets over, and packed Paige a small bag with their shirts and pants. They took a car and got moving. Paige fit into the boys clothes.
It was at the bank of a cold, wet river years later that they finally had to abandon the car. arm in arm Paige and Miss Mary crossed the river. it was a few days later, gasping of pneumonia and hypothermia, that Mary died, and Paige was alone again.
she was terrible luck.
she was twenty one when the coalition found her, trembling in the woods and weeping by the body. but Mary was unturned, and it had clearly been days. Paige had no scrapes, no way to be infected.
The scouts who found her helped her bury miss Mary, even sat with her and showed her how to carve on the rock to mark her. They offered to take her home. home. she hadn't had one of those in so long.
Paige joined the coalition, and it was soon clear that her finding had been a lapse in routine. it wasn't particularly friendly. she was often shut down for being too gentle. They were practicing, they were going to destroy the real horrors of Colorado.
The coalition was firm, she learned, but only because they needed to be. soft hearts, like her parent's and Miss Mary's, didn't make it.
She tried to harden herself so she could live too.
she wasn't a kid anymore.
the only good luck she had was when another girl ran away, when she was selected to sneak into the UEC. They got her nice and bruised up, broke her ankle, and had her fall, begging for help, in the path of the scouts.
she was so small, wide eyed and deerlike when Nick's people took her in.
They used that against the UEC.
They took her in, bandaged her up, and she even weaseled her way into a spot as a scavenger. and she didn't hate them. They were kinder, here. people appreciated her wide-eyed questions, she even got to sit in on classes.
instead of feeling needed, she felt wanted.
she made friends with Ivy, her adventuring buddy. she made better friends with ivy's cat, paws, who only had three to speak of and ate off their plates.
she loved it there.
this was home.
She was supposed to turn a blind eye when the coalition tried to attack the UEC. she was supposed to let them sneak by her, distract Ivy, let them pass and infiltrate.
She didn't. Instead, she spoke up, warned Ivy. her girl protected the camp, heart and soul, told her to run and warn of the impending attack. Paige always beat ivy at footraces.
so Paige ran, and ivy fought, but ivy wasn't a soldier, and she never made it home. when the dust settled, Paws was sleeping in Paige's bunk.
Maybe Paige was bad luck.
She wasn't allowed to scavenge anymore, wasn't trusted outside the boundaries of campus. even if she'd come back, given a few minutes of warning that likely saved some lives.
She got moved to the tower, where she could listen but not speak, and do as little harm as possible. it isn't unusual for a scavenger to be re-jobbed when their partner dies.
she's not the only reason that the university decided to close their doors to newcomers. but she is the reason they are so strict about it. not even for injuries. no matter how helpless.
and the worst part is, Paige understands.
she knows that the coalition has done it before. she knows they'll do it again. so she supports closing the gates, protecting her people.
this isn't something that needs to be destroyed, she loves it here.
(pedro pascal. cis man. he/him.) ⸺ đ greetings, bighorns ! walking around campus, sporting his cynical frown weâve spotted SANTIAGO SILVA, a forty-eight years old who contributes to our thriving community as a GUARD. according to our intel, he's been around the sanctuary for five years and what we know about him, aside from the fact that he does agree with the decision of closing the gates, is that he can often be found walking around at night due to troubles sleeping, would rather occupy his time on his own rather than with others, greatly enjoys learning new things and will attend different lectures from time to time. doesnât that make him fantastic ? we think it does, and thatâs why we appreciate him so much, grateful for what he gives to our community.
basics !
name: santiago silva
nickname: santi (only close connections can get away with calling him that)
it was never any huge secret that santiago's birth had been unplanned, the child to a quickly wed young couple with religious families. the detail wouldn't have mattered if it hadn't resulted in the family feeling more like three strangers with little else than resentment towards each other. there was nothing extraordinarily remarkable about his childhood or how he was raised. if anything, it served as an early lesson that he could get by without much and could take care of himself.
now an adult, he intended to live his life just the same, mostly keeping to himself and doing his own thing, which he was able to keep up until he met isaiah. on paper they were an odd pairing with santiago being more aloof and pessimistic and isaiah being more outgoing and cheerful, but there was something about them together that just seemed to work and even bring out the best in each other. after a few years of close friendship, their relationship blossomed into something more before resulting in a happy marriage between the two.
it's hard not to wish that things would've carried on the way they were forever, but life had other plans. the outbreak happened and the whole world felt like it was flipped on its head. not everything completely changed though. isaiah was still isaiah which meant the pair was now accompanied by several others now, forming a sort of ragtag group that was just trying their best to survive now. their best wasn't always good enough though. sure, the group would grow in size from time to time as others in need of a hand joined, but it also went down in numbers whenever people would split off to look for their loved ones in a nearby city or would meet an unfortunate fate. life wasn't easy, but it wasn't until one night that it felt especially cruel.
about a year and a half following the outbreak, the conversation around the fire that night had landing on the topic of the infected and whether or not the person they once were remained somewhere inside for any amount of time. something about the topic seemed to upset isaiah who had already been acting strange that night, so santiago followed him when he got up to figure out what was wrong. it was then revealed that the other had been bitten earlier. what followed was a painful back and forth about what needed to be done and following through on that. naturally the commotion caught the attention of the rest of the group and upon learning what happened, they helped santiago bury isaiah.
he tried his best to stick with the group after that, but it was too much. the well-meaning looks of pity only hurt, so he set off on his own despite the pleas not to. it was a tiring life, but the worry of losing someone else was no longer present and he was convinced he was fine with keeping things that way. little did he know that things would change.
about another year and half passed when he crossed paths with them. the two strangers helped each other out in a rough spot and while santiago was fine with leaving things there, one good deed in a shitty world type of deal, it turned out the two were coincidentally headed to the same place. they both could have headed out on their own separate trips there, but ultimately agreed to travel together and loosely watch each other's backs, something santiago largely agreed to only because it sounded like something isaiah would have done.
upon reaching their destination, neither one found what they were looking for. unsure of what to do next, the duo ended up sticking together. if nothing else, another person made surviving a little easier. as more time went on though things slowly changed. they weren't just two strangers traveling together because they provided a better chance at survival, but because they had grown to care about each other and to see each other as family. naturally it caused the worry and fear of losing someone he cared about to came back.
that fear made the university seem perfect. there was a drastically lower chance that they would meet some awful fate there, so there was no argument about making it home. of course all serious incidents with nick harvey have called into question how safe things are here now, but it still remains safer than most places so he has no intentions of leaving, nor would he ever leave without them.
personality / headcanons !
he definitely does not voice it, but where he stands on closing the gates is actually the cause of a pretty painful internal conflict. he certainly leans more towards agreeing that they should remain closed for safety reasons â the whole reason he stays here is because it's safe. but oh boy, does he know it's something isaiah would be against because it means potentially turning away people who need help and he'd be lying if he said that doesn't eat at him.
but that's sort of an issue in general. sometimes things done for the sake of survival (his own or someone else's) didn't line up with the memory he wanted to honor and it's very much "whelp, it had to be done but i feel really really shitty about it!!"
even after five years here, he still makes it a chore to get to know him and is very slow to get close to others. his mindset is sort of like sure, they're safe and sound here but who knows, something awful could happen to the next person he gets close to :/
could probably count the number of times he's been relaxed in the last year on a single hand.
while he's usually very serious, he's not completely humorless. his humor is more on the sarcastic and dry side though so it's not always the easiest to tell when he's not being serious.
he still has his wedding ring, he just hasn't worn it since arriving on campus. it's just one of those things where it's easier to avoid the topic entirely than to even briefly get into it.
wanted connections !
found family: connection details can be found here. i'm begging pls
fellow guards: the dynamics will probably vary depending on y/m's personality, but i'm excited to explore those since i assume they're all somewhat familiar with each other!
some sort of friendship dynamic based off this: would probably have to be someone who has been around for a few years, but i think he would greatly benefit from a friend that kind of drags him out more, even if he's complaining the whole time.
misery loves company: not necessarily someone santiago would consider a friend, but there's some sort of mutual understanding that they can vent and confide in each other only to never bring up what they spoke about again.
former group members: people he was in that first group with before he took off on his own. while he would be relieved to see they made it somewhere safe, he'd be fairly avoidant of them due to the unpleasant memories their presence brings back.
slowburn romance: i could see it starting off as someone santiago just happens to be around enough times that a friendship started to slowly form and then from there romantic feelings started to develop as well. there might be some angst after the "oh shit, i have feelings for this person" moment, but i think it could develop into something really sweet.
anything else! i'm super flexible with plots so if you have any other ideas that you think would work for our muses lmk!
( kit young. cis man. he/him.) ⸺ đ greetings, bighorns ! walking around campus, sporting his dusty cowboy hat weâve spotted LINCOLN âLINKâ PALMER, a twenty-eight years old who contributes to our thriving community as an ANIMAL KEEPER. according to our intel, he's been around the sanctuary for two years and what we know about him, aside from the fact that he doesnât agree with the decision of closing the gates, is that he enjoys the escapism element of films and will always attend the cinema when he can, is prone to getting songs stuck in his head and will hum them on a loop, laughs and jokes in stressful situations out of nervousness. doesnât that make them fantastic ? we think it does, and thatâs why we appreciate him so much, grateful for what he gives to our community.
for as long as he could remember, misfortune followed lincoln palmer around. five short years after his birth, his father got very ill, a year later the family was burying him. the grief was all consuming for his mother to the point that there were nights when link was taking care of her instead of the other way around. things didn't last this was forever though. soon enough a nice lady came to their house and shortly after that visit link was removed from the home.
from there he bounced around to different foster homes in places around the small town he was born in. nothing ever seemed to stick or last the way he hoped. soon enough he aged out of the system and was completely on his own and control of where he went. unfortunately, he didn't have much time to do so before the outbreak started and he was once again forced to move around to survive.
initially, he stuck to a small group he met while looting a place for supplies to survive on the outskirts of the last town he lived a normal life in. for a time, it felt really nice â having a group of friends or maybe even a family to ride out the end of the world with, but that feeling didn't last forever. things started to go downhill, as some of the bigger personalities in the group started to clash more and more and started causing a rift as well as additional problems no one needed right now. link, and anyone else not directly involved tried to ignore it or play a peacekeeping role because at the time staying with others seemed safer than venturing out on their own.
unfortunately, it didn't take much longer until a violent fight broke out between some of the members. it was bad enough that link was now aware that the infected were not the only threats. not wanting to deal with any of the aftermath or somehow get pulled into the conflict, he quickly gathered his things (along with some extras to help him survive) while the others tended to each other and fled without so much as a goodbye. admittedly it stung to leave some of the faces behind, but he convinced himself it was for the best.
hopping from group to group and sticking it out on his own in between quickly became his way of living, which he argued wasn't too different from how he used to live (aside from the new and very real threats to his safety at every turn). not every group took kindly to him coming and going as he pleased though. this way of life caused a bit of trouble for him (and in one instance almost cost him his life), with a few groups accusing him of using them for their resources and making off with more than he contributed. and while he always seemed to weasel his way out of said trouble, there was no denying that his luck was bound to run out sooner or later.
that was when the university popped up on his radar. while issues were sure to arise in a group that size (in his opinion), he figured they had a way of peacefully handling it seeing as though the place seemed so well managed for so long and decided to take a risk on it. maybe the comfort provided there was to blame or the people the place drew in, but link quickly got attached to the idea of this being a permanent home, something he hadn't known in a long time. the attack a year ago almost convinced him to return to fleeing at the first sign of trouble, however, he couldn't find himself to part with those here and decided to stick it out for better or worse this time around.
personality / headcanons !
despite the potential dangers keeping the gates open could bring and his distain for conflict, link doesn't agree with closing them. for one thing, there are plenty of good people who have walked through that gate and for another, it feels unfair that others aren't extended the same opportunity at a life that's as close to normal as they can get like everyone here was offered.
escapism has been one of his main coping mechanisms ever since he was a kid, always making up his own stories or getting lost in the ones told on the pages of books or on the big screen. he can often be found daydreaming while tending to the animals.
absolutely adores working with the animals. he lit up like a kid on christmas when he got to work with them (partly because there's less perceived conflict there than if he was working in smaller spaces with other people).
will occasionally have the confidence to talk a big game but has literally ran away from any serious conflict in the past.
despite his initial reservations towards people, he can't help but strike up conversation with anyone who will listen, craving that connection that was missing most of his life. between his humor in tense situations and general lack of social skills, he definitely comes across as a bit awkward when he first meets people though.
link wholeheartedly means well, but for one reason or another trouble (nothing too serious) always seems to follow him. he's always overly apologetic whenever it happens but his misfortune doesn't show any signs of stopping.
wanted connections / plot ideas !
others who work on the farm: link's a chatty person so he'd definitely strike up conversations with those working around him and at least try to strike up a positive work relationship with them.
fellow cinema enjoyers: just some people he regularly goes to the cinema with and discusses whatever they just watched together.
ride or die bestie: someone he immediately hit it off with either after he or y/m arrived here and quickly became close friends. i think it'd be fun if they have chaotic vibes whenever they're together. like they probably mean well but maybe cause a few minor problems here and there while they're trying to have fun.
a mutual disliking: not serious enough to be considered enemies, but these two have such differing personalities or views that they clash and get under each other's skin anytime they're around each other to the point link would rather just avoid them.
familiar faces: link bounced around different places and in different groups of survivors before coming here so he very well could have met some others that ended up here as well. they could have briefly been in the same group for a while or just had a one off meeting where they helped each other out or traded supplies or something. could be shallow or deeper connections!
anything else! i'm super flexible with plots so if you have any other ideas that you think would work for our muses lmk!
jack behranâs brother!! tech foster siblings but he just says that heâs her brother. technicalities do not mean much to him in that aspect.
had a pretty tough first several years of his life. he remembers a lot of it, unfortunately. his mom and dad were both drug addicts, and always on and off, which caused a lot of instability in the apartment that he supposedly called home.
this led to him being closed off as fuck, frightened a lot of the time, and unable to make a lot of connections with other kids his age which was also due to never really being around them. his parents pretty much isolated him, though they probably did not realize what they were doing.
theyâd fight a lot, and heâd hide in his room under the blankets, playing with the dinosaur figures his dad eventually pawned off for more drugs.
his dad ended up going to jail for possession with a deadly weapon, and his mom dropped him off at her sisterâs house before disappearing. he stayed with her a total of four days before being dropped off at st. claireâs.
he was lost, confused, angry, sad and hurting when he arrived. he was told that this was going to be his new home. at eight years old, it was a lot to swallow and as a result, he pretty much closed himself off and felt angry of course.
jack was annoying at first, and he was caught off guard that someone wanted to hang out with him. but eventually he opened up to her, like an onion (#shrek).
eventually, they became close and he saw her as his sister. now, heâll risk his whole life for her (and is very glad sheâs no longer a scavenger). heâs very protective over her.
the thing he feared most was turning into his parents. a lot of his memories from his childhood were clear as day to him.
one of the first things he did when he could was change his last name to the name that was given to jack by the nun that raised her cause he said #siblings.
guns tw: weapons were something that he became familiar with in his late teens. he didnât fall into the wrong crowd per se but like he was naive as fuck in certain aspects and didn't know that people he hung around were carrying and for a reason. he just wanted people to like him (besides jack).
so apparently he was following in his parents footsteps, hanging out with people that sold. he eventually learned how to shoot, clean, etc.
he did his best to stay way from the product. and he's lucky, he probably would've given in if the outbreak didn't happen. the only thing on his mind then was jack and making sure she was safe.
it's been five years since he came to the sanctuary. he's not a man of many words, and usually tries to keep to himself.
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( taron egerton. cis man. he/him. ) ⸺ đ greetings, bighorns ! walking around campus, sporting his shit - eating grin weâve spotted THEODORE "THEO" COYNE, a thirty two year old who contributes to our thriving community as a GENERAL TRAINER / GUARD. according to our intel, he's been around the sanctuary for five years and what we know about him, aside from the fact that he does agree with the decision to close the gates, is that he arrived in handcuffs, becomes more of a mystery with every question answered, enjoys a whiskey sour in the evenings. doesnât that make him fantastic ? we think it does, and thatâs why we appreciate him so much, grateful for what he gives to our community.
i.
full name: theodore rhys coyne.
nickname: theo.
age: thirty two.
gender + pronouns: cis man + he/him.
orientation: bisexual.
birthday: april 16th, 1991.
originally from: brooklyn, new york.
job position: general trainer / guard.
ii.
weapon of choice: anything close range.
typical pocket contents: doesn't carry much, currently has only a green lighter in his left pocket and a carton with three cigarettes in his other.
he can't remember anything before the age of seven and it's one of the things that angers him most in the world. it was when he was seven that he lost his mother, his whole world shattering the second she left. theodore then had only his father, a man who had never once said anything kind toward his son. without a mother to protect him, his father no longer played nice. if theo even dared to glare at him, he would end up regretting it. he learned to hide the bruises by dressing differently and would shut down anyone who questioned anything. this went on for years, theo distancing himself from the reality of his pathetic situation - until one day, he saw a glimpse of hope.
though most of the world didn't have a kill count until after the outbreak, theo can't exactly say the same. he technically didn't do anything... but that's as far as anyone knew. his father had been fixated on a football game, screaming at the television with a lit cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other. by the time the game was over, his father was hammered, beer spilled everywhere, cigarette almost out. a dropped cigarette, an accident, and the man burst into flames. maybe it happened that way, maybe it didn't, but that was the official story - theo's story.
finding out he did in fact have a relative left, his father's brother, was a whirlwind. he'd never met the man before and in turn, his uncle had never known he had a nephew. though certainly rough around the edges, he wasn't cruel by any means and actually became a solid father figure. it was through him that theodore learned everything he knows : about stealing, lying, general thievery, the likes. his known skill was safecracking, something he found immense pride in. his uncle was involved in organized crime so theo dipped in toes in.
knowing the right people and keeping his head down did him a lot of favors. his ego, however, cost him a lot and would often get him in trouble. it was during a bank robbery that he'd gotten greedy and went for a hidden safe in the back office. his team had left him in the haste and without a getaway, he ended up getting caught. aged eighteen at the time, he was tried as an adult ... which landed him with a sentence of twenty years, his record not doing him any favors. he spent four long years in a prison somewhere in missouri until a very odd day came where the guards didn't show up. a lot of people thought it was a test, but they didn't have to tempt theo twice - the second they were left to themselves, theo started brainstorming.
while not quite sure how it happened, he's just sure that it did. whether someone had done it accidentally, purposefully, or potentially even hacked them, a few days later every single cell door opened. he walked out of prison like he'd been gifted a get out of jail free card. it took some time to get rid of his outfit and into what seemed like civilization. he hadn't been out in four years and what he'd come back to seemed... broken. not having left anything behind before he went in, theo moved forward and adapted.
theo bounced around from camp to camp. at first it was because someone recognized him, then because he threatened someone who joked about eating his rations. after that, it was on purpose and he stuffed his pockets full of supplies before sprinting away. the most recent one before uec involved someone who had an... "accident" and ended with theo in handcuffs. he managed to sneak away, still handcuffed, stumbling his way onto uec's doorsteps. definitely not the best first impression, but he understood their caution. hell, it was safer to be. he wasn't sure how to offer his... immoral skills, so he lied about previously being a boxer with self defense training. though he wouldn't advertise as such, he was more than willing to do the more... gruesome tasks if that's what it took to secure his spot.
charismatic when he wants to be, he's willing to do what it takes to survive. his name may or may not be his legal name and may lie more than he tells the truth, but at least he's cute ??
( yandeh sallah. cis woman. she/her. ) ⸺ đ greetings, bighorns ! walking around campus, sporting her treasured but tattered teddy bear weâve spotted NYLA EVERETT, a twenty four year old who contributes to our thriving community as a DAYCARE WORKER. according to our intel, she's been around the sanctuary for two years and what we know about her, aside from the fact that she doesn't agree with the decision to close the gates, is that she grew up on a farm in north dakota, can play multiple instruments, always does her best to remain optimistic. doesnât that make them fantastic ? we think it does, and thatâs why we appreciate her so much, grateful for what she gives to our community.
i.
full name: nyla grace everett.
age: twenty four.
gender + pronouns: cis woman + she/her.
orientation: demisexual, biromantic.
birthday: june 29th, 1999.
originally from: jamestown, north dakota.
job position: daycare worker.
ii.
weapon of choice: running crossbow.
typical backpack contents: old teddy bear ( the only thing she kept from home, his name is... get ready for this... teddy !! ), first aid kit ( most of it has been used expect for a few bandaids and expired neosporin ) & a few granola bars.
born in jamestown, north dakota, home of the world's largest buffalo ! grew up on her family's farm with her grandparents, parents and older sibling. due to her young age, she was mostly tasked with feeding and watching over the chicken coop and their small barn of animals. her favorite was a black and white spotted horse that she'd named sprinkles as a kid. she was always surrounded by love and spoiled the hell out of due to being the youngest - something nyla honestly loved. while a bit naive and watching the world pass by with rose colored glasses, she approached every situation with hope as well as a helping hand.
they were pretty much out in the middle of nowhere, open land for miles and the nearest store about thirty minutes away. nyla always dreamed about traveling when she got older. she was incredibly hands on and always dove head first in whatever she desired. when her grandpa made a joking comment about how her tiny fingers would never be able to play a guitar like him, she took up the challenge. a guitar became her main instrument, though she fell in love with music. soon they'd gifted her an old piano for her twelfth birthday and the next two birthdays after that were instruments too. from there on out, it was full support from her grandfather ( and the rest of the family ).
she was fourteen when the outbreak happened. her family didn't much keep up with news of the world, apart from the occasional newspaper or a few seconds listening to the wrong radio station. though nyla didn't know what to believe at the time, she didn't want to know anything more - they were safe and away from people. and it worked for her, for the family, for a time... but over the years, spores began to accumulate in one of the old sheds they rarely used. without the knowledge of what they even were, nyla's father ventured into the shed for some tools and was overcome by the spore fumes. he made it back to the house without anyone noticing how different he was - up until he bit his wife.
terrified and almost unsure if to leave them, nyla really only made it out because of her older sibling. the two of them managed to make it out unscathed with nothing but a few small items and the clothes on their backs. they stuck together, nyla convinced that was the only way she could survive. she didn't know much about weapons or defending herself from clickers, but she wasn't alone and was constantly grateful for that. nyla has always loved her older sibling and looked up to them, idolizing them now more than ever.
nyla wanted to stop running. she wanted to meet new people and experience life for once instead of dancing with the dead. though her older sibling seemed opposed, nyla convinced them to consider the university of eastern colorado, the two already headed in that direction. they've both been in the community for about two years at this point and nyla doesn't ever want to leave. she admires what the people in the community have built and for so many reasons, she wants to be apart of that... even despite her lack of skills. she excelled at making the kids laugh when she first arrived and a job looking over them seemed amazing. now she spends most of her afternoons either peeking at the chicken pen or playing a song for the daycare children.
incredibly empathetic + sensitive, can seem a bit naive + unprepared at times. has the best of intentions but doesn't understand that everyone else does not always do the same. would be more willing to give everything she has to someone who is suffering but wouldn't because her sibling would hopefully stop her ! is the embodiment of "if i want the world to be kind, i have to create kindness" but do not think that means she won't stand up for herself ( okay maybe not often ) ... in the right circumstances, she would, but she also knows by now how to stay alive.
