#miseriaintro

— ooc

hello all! i’m ali (29, est, she/her), and i’m definitely excited to get things going here! i’m a teacher so my hours vary greatly, but i’m very excited to get things going here!! lemme know if you’d like to plot anything out!

— basics

(  jenny boyd,  cisfemale and she/her  ) isn’t that EMERSON MONROE? truthfully,  i’m surprised they’ve last this long considering they’re  SELFISH,  but i suppose them being CHARISMATIC evens it out.  is that a crowbar they’re carrying ?  i heard the thirty year old is laying low by themselves,  while the apocalypse passes.

name : emerson may monroe nicknames : emerson, em age : 30 sexual orientation : pansexual gender identity : cisfemale, she/her spoken languages : english, conversational french former occupation : model family : lili monroe ( mother, deceased post-apocalypse, unknown ), charles monroe ( father, deceased pre-apocalypse ), alexander monroe ( older brother, alive, unknown ) positive traits : confident, charismatic, adaptable, ambitious negative traits : selfish, arrogant, stubborn, flighty

— background ( trigger warning : parental death, parental abandonment, alcoholism )

emerson monroe was the second child born into what was already a happy household. charlie & lili had been married with a child long before emerson came around. alexander was already fourteen before em (their surprise, miracle baby) was born. the family had another three years of happiness before tragedy struck in the form of a heart attack when charles young was only forty-six. without him, em’s mother was lost. emerson’s aunt, june, moved in shortly after to help take care of things.

her mother never really recovered from it. she slowly drank herself to death over the next decade leaving emerson with only her aunt for comfort. but by that time, emerson had already considered her aunt her parent anyways. she barely even remembers a time when she had her real parents as more than a photograph or a drunken mess in the bathroom. june was honestly the best parent emerson could have asked for. she always made sure to tell her aunt that too.

emerson was ‘discovered’ by a modeling agency when she was seventeen and she spent the next few years in new york pursuing that career. although she wasn’t quite a household name, she had been featured in quite a few well known ads before everything happened. she was well on her way to becoming a full celebrity when the world went to shit. it’s something she’s still quite upset about and brings up often.

despite going into modeling, drawing is the one thing that emerson always thought she was best in. she had considered some sort of career in art or something similar for once her looks couldn’t get her any further in life, but that’s all gone to shit now. her art used to tend towards fantastical designs and contemporary pieces. she liked to shock people with her art, though not through gore or anything of the like, but in the strange and otherworldly. she liked to incorporate a mix of nature and muted colors to evoke a sense of wonder and weirdness. although it’s impractical, she does keep a prized sketchbook and pencils in her bag still.

em was in new york when the world as she knew it ended. there was a fashion show she was supposed to appear in and some award show to make an appearance at, but she never made them. it was after the world ended that she began to realize that she was in deep trouble on her own. emerson basically latched on to the first protector-type she found. honestly, em was lucky she hadn’t met a rather unfortunate end considering everything else going on around her and considering her distinct lack of survival skills. although her skills have improved some since then, she certainly still wouldn’t survive on her own. em would sacrifice most people for her own safety tbh.

she’s honestly bitter on the end of the world like girl had so much going for her and now she hasn’t had a manicure in longer than she cares to admit, and she could really use a hair straightener. emerson used to try to focus on what the future could hold, but it’s hard when all she sees now is death.

she made it across the united states with her protector person and is roaming around the los angeles area with him. em really wants a place where she can belong again, but she knows she doesn’t belong in this new world.

— random headcanons

emerson has a cartier watch that once belonged to a fellow model she was seeing when she was working in new york. after the woman cheated on her with a designer, emerson took the watch in revenge. it became one of her prized possessions.

emerson grew up surrounded by science fiction as her father was a huge fan of the genre. her mom continued the tradition after he passed and made emerson watch it with her during her few sober moments. although she never liked it as a child, she ended up liking it more through the years especially after her mother passed too. she’s still quite the nerd, though she tries to hide it under a fabulous exterior.

taher doesn’t remember much about his childhood in iran, but the memories he does have don’t resemble anything you’d hear on the news today (or rather, pre-apocalypse). he remembers that when they were living in their home country, the eftekharis were a happy and loving family, with no plans to leave. however, the eftekharis’ had to leave iran in 1998 for the sake of taher’s grandmother, who was suffering from spinocerebellar ataxia, in order to get her admitted into the mayo clinic in rochester, minnesota.

the eftekhari family settled down in saint paul, minnesota, as it was the best place for taher’s parents to find a new job and still close enough for frequent visits to the mayo clinic. while the neighborhood they emigrated to was a relatively upper class area, and had a small pocket of fellow iranian families, the eftekharis weren’t as fortunate as their neighbors. despite their meager savings and later salaries, farhad and simin worked hard to provide for taher and later, his little sister laleh. they certainly didn’t have as much as their neighbors (or as much as their neighbors pretended to have), but they made sure their children would grow up comfortable.

his childhood in saint paul was quite quaint, playing peewee hockey and visiting the mall of america just once like any other minnesotan. it wasn’t easy growing up in post-9/11 midwest, but taher believes he got out of it rather unscathed. he grew up observant of his religion and though he’s distanced himself from all religion these days, especially after the outbreak, taher still considers himself muslim.

his grandmother, the reason why they moved to america, unfortunately progressed rapidly in her disease. by the time taher had entered middle school, his grandmother had lost nearly all motor functions and was restricted to a hospital bed full time. when his grandmother’s condition worsened, taher’s family and the hospital entered a lengthy battle over his grandmother’s right to die. though his grandmother signed a dnr, his father had power of attorney. taher doesn’t remember much about this period of his life, but his testimony in the case that his grandmother could follow him with her eyes (which, while not exactly untrue, was exaggerated for his father’s benefit) helped draw out the legal battle. eventually, his grandmother died naturally, but it’s instilled something in taher: tell people what they want to hear.

though his experience with his grandmother’s disease and death was traumatic, taher proved to have a great deal of resilience in him. even while the case was on-going, he was able to distract himself with a growing love of music, particularly with the music of bob dylan (fellow minnesotan!); practically from the moment he heard it, taher wanted to make his own music, constantly singing and banging spoons on pans in a childish effort to drum along with the song playing on the radio. by the time he was nine, he was taking guitar lessons, and taher chose it as his own personal instrument the second he started to strum. he joined the school band in middle school, playing the cymbals to please his parents, but he absolutely hated it and it didn’t follow him into high school. several little garage bands did, though. taher tried to start many bands with his friend, all with worse names than the last, but they never made it past the formation stage, only once making it to the battle of the bands (and losing).

while his buddies weren’t serious about the music, or at least not serious in the way taher wanted, he decided being a solo artist was a better fit. you can’t get mad at your bandmate for showing up late to practice if there’s no bandmate, right? when he graduated high school, he didn’t go off to college, instead deciding on making his passion for music his life. his parents were hesitantly supportive, on the condition that he went to community college to at least take a few music classes and some other classes to fall back on, which taher obliged as long as he didn’t have to pay for it.

the thing was, taher was actually good at music. a decent singer (in a grumbly, bob dylan-way), a good guitar player, he favored covers over original songs but he played them well. teenage boys wanting to be rock stars is as common as breathing, and taher, while good at music, wasn’t truly anything special. all the famous (not necessarily good, but famous) people were getting attention on social media, so taher tried that too, but agents never came a-knockin’, and taher was ready to give up and follow his father’s advice on focusing on a real career.

just when he was ready to give up, he found a flyer for a guitarist wanted; while he vowed never to join a band again, he was desperate, and he texted the number on the paper to get more information. after an audition or two, taher was part of the band, but not in any way in control of it; he was just a replacement guitarist, a little backup vocals here and there, but he was (mostly) fine with it as long as he got to keep playing music. the band was much more popular than taher had ever been, doing gigs across the country, even opening for some prominent singers, when things came to an end in los angeles, california.

the band didn’t die or end, they just kicked taher out. sick of his pretentious attitude and fuckboi ways, they abandoned him in the city after a blowout fight. he expected his parents to send him money for a flight back home, but farhad was irritated with his son’s increasingly entitled behavior, and they left him to rot until he could pay his own way back home.

the band didn’t die then, but it wouldn’t have any chance to take off with the outbreak occurring only a few months later. taher had settled into working as a waiter at the same place he tortured with his music on open-mic fridays, sharing an apartment with three other musicians (though none of them were in any bands together) and dealing with a lot more abrasive, shocking displays of islamophobia since the election a few years before. he had ignored most of the hysteria over the virus, too busy thinking about himself and making as much money as possible, but it practically knocked on the diner’s door when it came to los angeles. taher escaped his workplace, making it home to his apartment and finding his other roommates holed up.

the roommates survived in the apartment for a good few weeks, but eventually they ran out of food and their heightened personalities were clashing. taher and his roommate, alex, left for supplies and ended up never returning to the apartment building. they survived together for awhile, colliding with other bands of survivors occasionally, all searching los angeles for some sort of safe zone, but found nothing. he eventually lost alex on their travels, only to arrive on the doorstep of the central library days later.

the camp wasn’t nearly as established or thriving as it is today, but they quickly accepted taher behind their doors so he wouldn’t get eaten and die. that was around the end of september 2019, so he’s been part of the library for the long time. he’s seen the camp go through changes, people that come and go, people that have died. while he seems like an unlikely person to survive, it’s mostly thanks to living behind the library walls—except for when he leaves to trade supplies. if taher has a talent besides music, it’s the gift of gab. he’s an expert salesman, and he’s built up a loyalty to the library camp, so he routinely risks his life to trade goods (and information) with anyone willing to entertain him for a few minutes. so far, he’s kept himself alive, though it’s only a matter of time before his mouth gets him into some trouble he can’t easily get out of.

wanted connections:

campmates— taher’s been part of the camp for four years now, so he’s bound to know your muse if you’re part of the library. whether they can tolerate his ass is up to you!

friends— while taher doesn’t... vibe with everyone, there’s a lot of people he does vibe with. i imagine he cherishes these friendships more than he’d like to let on, one of the few normal things that still exist in the apocalypse.

enemies— due to his uncanny ability to be an annoying little shit, there’s no doubt taher’s rubbed someone the wrong way in the los angeles area (or his own camp). maybe he traded some faulty shit to your muse, got that muse into trouble somehow, or he just said the wrong thing at the wrong time. there’s a lot of ways to go about this!

romantic or sexual partners— taher wouldn’t let a thing like the apocalypse get in the way of him getting laid lol. the problem is that he’s very fickle so while he may totally be in love with your muse one day, the next day he’s giving them the cold shoulder. luckily for him, it’s kind of easy to ghost your hookups when the world has ended.

ex-girlfriend or boyfriend— same as above, but they had an actual established relationship that ultimately ended. it can be for any reason, such as him being an asshole or anything else you’d like.

regulars— taher is a trader by trade, and i imagine he’s got established routes to make it easier to do his job. basically he’ll come by their home/general area where your muse is likely to be on any given day, shoot the shit, and see if there’s anything worth trading in your cache. they can either enjoy his little visits or find them tiring. up to you!

(  florence pugh,  cis-female and she/her  )  isn’t that PANSY HARDINGS? truthfully,  i’m surprised they’ve last this long considering they’re MORDACIOUS,  but i suppose them being BENEVOLENT evens it out.  is that a M45 they’re carrying ?  i heard the twenty-five year old is laying low as a nurse/medical for the medical centre,  while the apocalypse passes.  

the basics  .

birth name  .  Pansy Agnes Hardings  . name meaning  .  Pansy  =  flowering plant with velvety petals  or  to think  &&  Agnes  =  Lamb to the slaughter . age  .  25  . gender  &  pronouns  .  Cis-female  &  she  /  her  . orientation  .  Biromantic  . status  .  Complicated  . species  .  Human  . date of birth  .  3rd of January  . zodiac sign  .  Capricorn  . occupation  .  Past  :  studying to be a surgeon  //  Now  :  medic  . what she wants on her headstone  .  god it’s brutal out here  .  campsite  .  Medical Centre  . 

the appearance  .

hair  .  Honey blonde  . eyes  .  Green  . height  .  5′1  . build  .  Hourglass  . scars  .  Too many to count but some of her notable ones prior to za is on both her knees massive road rash scars from learning to skateboard by her older brother, she fell down the hill on her knees and skidded to a stop on her knees which now have a faint scars of the road rash . tattoos  .  On her left wrist on the outer side is a Midsommar, the maypole it was her second one after she got a bee with her mother, because mother daughter tattoos were the rage back then . piercings  .  Both  =  Standard lobe  ,  upper lobe  &  helix . face claim  .  Florence Pugh  . voice claim  .  Florence Pugh  .

the personality  .

alignment  .  Chaotic Neutral  . hogwarts house  .  Gryffindor  . positive traits  .  Benevolent  , Dauntless  &  Adept  . negative traits  .  Mordacious  ,  Venomous  &  Wayward  .

the family  .

father  .  August Hardings  .  53-years-old  .  alive  .

mother  .  Emily Jean Hardings  .  deceased  .  

older brother  .  Angus Peter Hardings  .  deceased  . 

baby  .  Elijah Angus Hardings  .  Eli  .  3-years-old  .  alive  .

before shit hit the fan  . 

As with love’s sweetest eye blossomed on her blonde crown for the apple of her parents’ eye and thorn in her brother’s backside from day dot ( all in good fun love that is ). Shadowing her father whatever chance she got ever since she could remember, possibly as her older brother did the exact same thing that’s not to say that her mother was ever spared from Pansy’s death gasp... no, no, no, not at all, she spent just as much time with her mother but it was no denying that Pansy was a daddy’s girl through and through. Yet due to her parents having busy working schedules, Pansy tended to find herself hang or more lingering in her older brother’s orbit, to say that Pansy got knocked around by a stray comet from trying to hang with her brother in hind sight she learnt that life was no walk in the park. And it toughened her up preparing her for the utter shitshow known as the present. The shift in the sands had yet to happen, her father’s footprints in sight as she followed them blindly until she was swept up in a boy { isn’t that always the way, a boy comes along and ruins everything? } Anyhow, right before shit truly hit the fan, she found out she was pregnant and she gave birth to her son, Elijah (named after her mother), he came right at the time when that strange hoax video of the zombie boy swept the world wide web and foolishly believing it was nothing but a sick prank, being to in love with the bundle of joy in her arms. It didn’t last long... that happiness which could keep you nice and warm even on the coldest of days. No, it fleeted away.

the shitty mess afterwards  .

She’d be forever grateful to her father for whatever connections he had to pull to get them in what Pansy would class as one of the safest camps, well as safe as one can be in the za.  Her everlasting love for her father started to tarnish, when her brother went on a scavenging trip she begged him not to leave her, that surely they’d be able to send someone else but his mind was set in stubborn stone and he wanted to prove to their father he wasn’t a screw up in his words, no ever thought that apart from him. Anxiously waiting for his return did no good for her health nor that of her few month old son, as time ticked by and the party had returned without her brother, she was ushered to a corner of the medical center with her mother to mourn over him and tend to her own son which was ever so hard when he held so much similarities to her older brother as her mother told her endlessly that he’s a spitting image of what Angus looked like. What was more gut wrenching her father’s actions of not tending to his family and instead isolating himself away from them. The first rift. 

Pansy’s disagreements to the plan of expanding fell on deaf ears and guess what she was right because her mother didn’t return alongside her father where her mother should’ve been, there was an emptiness that weighed heavy in the air of nothingness. She lashed out in a fit of rage, saying things she slightly regrets saying but it was the heat of the moment and pent up anger, calling him a child killer and wife murderer, that’s how she saw him for two weeks. Acted as if he was nothing because it was easier to hate him then to mourn the loss of her mother, a woman whom promised her the bare minimum in the zombie apocalypse but it was the world to Pansy, torn apart by the living dead and spat back up in just the same, childish and foolish. 

the rudest reality check was coming to grips that her best friend and her rock are no longer alongside her in the physical plains, spiritual plains who the hell knows and sadly she doesn’t have the time to even ponder it as she has to keep her head in the game as the game of survival is a cruel mistress. She has her son to think of whilst there is still glimmers of the daddy’s girl, she doesn’t hold out hope for a cute father daughter moment. Living on terror and running on fumes.

headcanons  .

Mother and daughter got matching tattoos with one another as Pansy 18th birthday present, on her left wrist inner side of her arm is a little bee as her mother adored flowers and such. Well, Pansy didn’t care much for either, she just knew her mother was fearful of getting her first and only tattoo. Hence the true reasoning behind her getting it. However, it has become a nervous habit of her’s to rub her thumb over the bee. 

Her brother had always been this larger then life presences that’s left such a pain aching void in her heart, slowly healing with time and from her son being a mirror of her brother and the toddler barely knew him, that’s what keeps her going. Plus someone has to keep an eye on her old man. 

Deep down she’s still holding out hope that her father will come to his senses and be a glimmer of who he was but consciously knows this will never be met, they have both lost too much and he more so as he lost a child and not even six months after, his person. She sympathised with that but she longs for a comforting hug from him, not that of hollowness that’s what makes her feel alone. 

Her weapon of choice came from one of the guards in the medical center that’s hoisted to her thigh at all times, she being sneaky has a butterfly knife in her waist band and not to mention in her go bag along side the bag her mother gave her of meds, emergencies only. Plus there is a bat from one of the weapons her brother had and one of the only things that’s left of him. 

*　　　　&　　◞　　　　𝐢　　　　.　　　　𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒　　　　.

　full　name　:　go   eunchul   ,   goes   by   casper. 　nickname(s)　:　cas. 　age　+　bday　:　41   +   november  8th. 　gender　+　pronouns　:　cis   man   +   he   /   him . 　sexuality　:　bisexual. 　birthplace　:　busan   ,   south   korea. 　languages　:　korean   ,   english   ,   japanese.

　current　location　:　holed   up   in   the   shed   of   an   abandoned   home. 　position　:　is   currently   traveling   alone. 　former　occupation　:　lawyer   with   a   focus   on   family   law. 　arsenal　:　 his   main   weapon   is   a   taurus   pt92   ,      but   he   has   a   good   collection   of   weaponry   stashed   ,      including   :      machetes   ,      a   rifle   ,   shotgun   ,   crossbow   ,   a   few   grenades   ,   and   hunting   knives.

　family　:　lee   seolhyun   —   wife   (   †   )   ,   go   han-na   —   daughter. 　notable　relationships　:　none   ,   bc   he’s   a   loser.  

*　　　　&　　◞　　　　𝐢𝐢　　　　.　　　　𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃　　　　.

—　   pre   -   apocalypse   :      go   eunchul   had   a   surprisingly   happy   marriage   for   a   guy   who’s   entire   job   was   to   successfully   break   them   off.   working   as   a   divorce   lawyer   in   seoul   with   a   specialty   in   high   profile   cases   ,      his   ruthless   attitude   in   the   courtroom   went   hand   in   hand   with   a   near   perfect   win   rate   for   the   majority   of   his   career.   (   not   bad   for   the   guy   who’d   been   known   as   nothing   more   than   the   ‘   class   clown   ‘      ⸻   up   to   his   neck   in   immaturities   ,      right   ?   )   kicking   off   his   twenties   with   a   shotgun   wedding   to   his   then   girlfriend   of   three   months   ,      the   change   in   attitude   came   from   the   moment   he   learned   he   was   to   become   a   father.   he   wanted   to   do   right   by   his   kid   ,      by   his   new   wife   ,      so   if   that   meant   putting   his   ass   in   gear   and   getting   to   work   ?   that’s   exactly   what   he   did.

—　   post   -   apocalypse   :      no   one   plans   to   be   out   of   country   when   the   world   goes   to   shit.   truly   the   epitome   of   a   worst   case   scenario   ,      his   daughter’s   archery   tournament   had   landed   him   smack   dab   in   the   middle   of   a   panic   stricken   los   angeles   when   countries   began   entering   the   first   stages   of   border   closures.   it   was   meant   to   be   a   short   extension   ⸻   those   first   few   days   spent   so   stupidly   worried   over   the   case   files   slowly   piling   up   back   home   without   him.   ha   ,      if   only   he   had   the   insight   then   that   he   had   now.   (   kiss   your   wife   goodbye   ,      grab   your   daughter   and   don’t   let   go.   don’t   get   on   that   fucking   bus.   )  

he   doesn’t   remember   the   scent   of   his   wife’s   perfume   ,      or   the   chime   of   her   laughter   ,      but   he   never   ,      ever   forgets   the   warmth   of   her   hand   as   it   slipped   from   his.   dragged   away   by   the   hoards   of   the   undead   ,      trampled   beneath   the   desperate   feet   of   those   scrambling   to   get   away   ⸻   the   sheer   terror   in   her   eyes   had   been   the   last   expression   he’d   seen   on   her   face.  

—　   soon   after   :      he   never   sees   his   daughter   die   :      both   a   blessing   and   a   curse   for   how   it   haunts   him   either   way.   (   is   it   better   to   live   with   the   truth   of   her   demise   ,      or   to   live   constantly   plagued   by   the   possibility   that   she’d   survived   ,      that   she   COULD’VE   survived   ⸻   and   that   he   never   looked   for   her   anyways.   )   life   passes   in   a   blur   of   death   and   decay.   of   blood   and   bruises   ,      of   gory   galore.   the   adjustment   period   is   a   short   one   when   a   single   moment’s   hesitation   could   very   well   cost   you   your   life.   he   doesn’t   know   what   he’s   living   for   ,      at   this   point   ,      but   isn’t   it   kinda   funny   ?   how   he   somehow   always   manages   to   survive   anyways   ?  

—　   fast   forward   :      casper   is   the   ghost   of   a   man   who   used   to   call   himself   go   eunchul   ,      but   there’s   nothing   really   friendly   about   him.   jumping   from   group   to   group   ,      making   his   way   through   the   rise   and   fall   of   endless   camps   ⸻   he’s   more   death   omen   than   sociable   passerby   with   the   way   his   record   tracks.   (   a   shot   to   someone’s   kneecap   to   make   way   for   his   own   escape.   the   knowledge   of   an   oncoming   hoard   kept   tightly   sealed   behind   closed   lips   ,      only   for   him   to   take   off   with   as   many   of   the   group’s   goods   as   he   could   carry   ,      leaving   them   well   and   truly   for   the   dead.   )   the   guilt   stopped   registering   a   long   ,      long   time   ago.      the   last   of   his   humanity   eaten   up   in   the   early   days   of   doing   his   best   to   help   others   ,      to   band   together   in   their   time   of   need.   (   someone   will   always   be   needy   ,      someone   will   always   pay   that   price   ⸻   he’s   decided   long   ago   to   never   let   that   be   him.   )

he   trudges   on.

*　　　　&　　◞　　　　𝐢𝐢𝐢　　　　.　　　　𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒　　　　.

　　—　   he’s   currently   unaware   of   his   daughter   (   han-na   )   being   alive.   if   anything   ,      he   takes   comfort   in   the   idea   of   her   having   died   along   with   his   wife   ,      and   managing   to   escape   the   worst   of   the   horrors   of   what   their   lives   have   become.   (   she   doesn’t   ever   have   to   see   what   a   monster   her   dear   old   dad   has   become   ,      he   doesn’t   have   to   feel   guilty   for   never   looking   for   her.   )   death   is   a   blessing   ,      an   escape   ,      and   far   too   easy   of   an   ending   compared   to   what   he   deserves.  

　　—　   when   i   say   he’s   my   absolute   worstie   ?   i   mean   it.   he’s   a   far   cry   from   the   indulgent   and   affectionate   man   he   used   to   be   ⸻   those   once   easily   given   smiles   replaced   by   bloody   teeth   and   bite.   people   are   nothing   but   a   means   to   an   end   at   this   point   ,      and   all   connection   comes   at   the   cost   of   :      let’s   see   what   can   i   gain   from   you.   (   between   you   and   bag   a   chips   ?   he’s   going   for   the   chips   every   fucking   time.   )

　　—　   but   all   those   years   of   lawyering   definitely   come   in   handy   when   he’s   playing   up   the   charms   !   a   little   too   good   at   gaining   other   people’s   trust   ,      he   tends   to   play   up   the   earnest   and   eager   to   help   attitude   when   jumping   in   with   a   new   group   ,      all   the   while   keeping   a   constantly   calculating   eye   out   for   an   opening   to   grab   their   shit   and   go.   (   it’s   worked   out   for   him   so   far   ,      and   all   it’s   cost   him   is   a   couple   hundred   lives   on   his   conscience.   )

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃.

evan   grew   up   in   la   but   found   himself   moving   to   new   york   city   when   he   peaked   18   for   college.   he   doesn’t   talk   to   anyone   about   his   parents   and   deeply   hoped   that   no   one   would   bring   them   up   bc   they   used   to   verbally   abuse   him   which   def   caused   psychological   damage.   if   they   did   he   would   causally   respond   as   if   they   were   dead.      unfortunately,   his   parents   went   under   critical   care   so   he   couldn’t   stay   in   new   york   city   for   long.   he   was   accepted   into   columbia   university   but   then   had   to   take   his   classes   online.   his   parents   took   off   eight   years   of   his   education,   and   for   that   reason   he   would   never   forgive   them   but   ofc   wanting   to   be   the   perfect   son   for   them   still,   he   tried   his   best   to   be   by   their   side.   this   also   negatively   impacted   his   social   life   as   well,   evan   didn’t   have   as   many   friends   as   he   used   to   and   grew   distant   from   his   now   ex   fiancée.   all   he   ever   knew   was   work.

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

as   evan   was   growing   up   he   was   very   outgoing   and   vibrant.   he   was   so   different   from   the   person   he   is   now.   but   ever   since   what   had   happened   with   his   parents,   he   grew   cold   and   emotionally   unavailable.   he   worked   day   and   night   studying   from   those   text   books   as   his   parents   were   in   the   other   room   breathing   from   an   oxygen   tank.   even   though   he   acts   like   he   doesn’t   give   a   single   fuck   with   the   people   he’s   close   with;   he   cares   deeply   for   them   and   would   do   anything   to   keep   them   safe.   he   tries   to   bring   back   that   outgoing   and   vibrant   self   of   him   back   but   he   knows   he   would   eventually   grow   tired   of   it.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

evan   is   known   as   one   of   the   best   neurosurgeon   /   trauma   surgeon   in   the   los   angles   era   given   for   the   fact   that   his   surgery   successes   rate   were   the   highest   as   he   was   skilled   in   the   most   advanced   diagnostic   and   treatment   approaches.      

he  knows   asl   and   speaks   fluent   in   english   and   korean. 

if   he   wasn’t   in   surgery   then   he   was   in   the   pediatric   center   diagnosing   and   treating   younger   kids.   he   took   his   sweet   ass   time   in   there   because   he   knew   that   he   wanted   to   be   there   for   them   bc   no   one   else   was   for   him.

he   chooses   the   logical   way   of   things   then   following   his   own   heart   but   that   could   change   with   what   the   subject   it   is.   

the   only   people   that   evan   would   open   his   barriers   with   and   act   like   his   old   self   would   be   with   his   patients,   kids   (   bc   of   the   paternal   energy   he   holds   )   and   his   ex   fiancee.   his   ex   fiancee   got   him   through   rough   times   and   was   always   there   for   him   so   he   wasn’t   sure   how   long   he   would   go   without   her   when   the   apocalypse   had   started.   obvi   he   had   a   hard   time   expressing   this   because   the   whole   reason   why   she   was   his   ex   was   because   he   focused   more   so   on   his   job   and   kept   apologizing   for   missing   out   on   their   dates,   coming   home   late,   and   becoming   closed   off,   etc.   he   tried   looking   for   his   fiancee   everywhere   but   eventually   had   to   tell   himself   that   they   were   dead   and   not   coming   back.

*　　　　&　　◞　　　　𝐢　　　　.　　　　𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒　　　　.

　full　name　:　madison   fraser   ,   born   REDACTED. 　nickname(s)　:　mads   ,   maddi. 　age　+　bday　:　39   +   feb  3rd. 　gender　+　pronouns　:　cis   man   +   he   /   him . 　sexuality　:　bisexual. 　birthplace　:　edinburgh  ,  scotland. 　languages　:　english   ,   french   ,   german   ,   russian   ,   italian   ,   mandarin   ,   spanish   ,   polish.

　current　location　:　ucla   medical   center. 　position　:　guard. 　former　occupation　:　spy   turned   fbi   agent   (   counterintelligence   division   )   ;   specialized   taskforce   ,   black   ops. 　arsenal　:　 his   glock   19m   is   his   go   -   to   firearm   ,   but   he   usually   has   a   machete   strapped   to   his   side   ,   as   well   as   countless   knives   /   tools   hidden   on   him   at   all   times.

　family　:　nicolette   theriot   —   wife. 　notable　relationships　:　 callie   hu   —   former   teammate   (   *   mads   vc   *   this   is   my   wife   nic   ,   and   nic’s   gf   callie   ).  

*　　　　&　　◞　　　　𝐢𝐢　　　　.　　　　𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃　　　　.

　　—　   pre   -   apocalypse   :      picked   up   off   the   streets   of   edinburgh   ,      madison   was   raised   in   an   agency   alongside   a   handful   of   other   orphaned   and   abandoned   children   ⸻   trained   to   carry   on   the   haus   legacy   of   churning   out   only   the   best   of   the   best.   built   for   espionage   and   instructed   through   a   rigorous   mindset   of   do   or   die   ,      over   two   decades   of   his   life   were   spent   in   submission   to   an   agency   that   did   everything   in   their   power   to   destroy   any   semblance   of   identity   he   had.      (   easier   said   than   done   ,      for   the   so   called   agent   of   chaos   in   their   handler’s   carefully   ordered   world.   )  

so   when   the   opportunity   came   for   him   to   finally   escape   ?   the   decision   to   switch   sides   was   hardly   a   decision   at   all.   taking   the   offer   of   a   mercifully   outstretched   hand   ,      madison   had   given   up   everything   ⸻   every   little   secret   he   had   been   TRAINED   to   keep.   choosing   to   work   for   one   of   the   very   governments   he   had   studied   so   hard   to   take   down   and   topple   ,      his   skills   were   put   to   use   in   securing   their   power   instead.   all   he   asked   for   in   return   ?   his   freedom.

[   ...   more   info   regarding   the   in   -   between   can   be   found   here   !   ]

　　—　   post   -   apocalypse   :      he   was   on   a   mission   gone   terribly   fucking   wrong   when   the   zombies   came   a   ‘   bitin.   dragged   kicking   and   screaming   out   of   an   interrogation   room   ⸻   the   last   he   saw   of   his   wife   was   the   stubborn   set   of   her   lip   ,      and   a   fierceness   to   her   eyes   that   burned   brightbrightbright.   (   the   first   few   weeks   of   the   apocalypse   passed   entirely   unknown   to   mads   ,      who   was   kept   locked   away   in   a   cell   by   a   continuously   dwindling   number   of   guards.   )   but   by   the   time   he   finally   escaped   :      governments   had   already   fallen   ,      the   world   had   completely   blacked   out   ⸻   it   was   too   late   ,      and   the   beginning   of   the   end   was   already   here.

　　—　   soon   after   :      by   the   time   he   made   it   back   to   the   last   place   he’d   seen   nic   ,      there   was   nothing   left   of   his   wife   to   trace   ,      neither   anyone   else   to   seek   vengeance   upon.   (   he’d   made   sure   that   the   piece   of   shit   that   betrayed   them   was   deader   than   dead   ,      and   the   rest   of   their   teammates   were   either   scattered   in   the   wind   ,      or   worse   :      dead   too.   )   still   ,      giving   up   without   any   proof   of   nic   being   well   and   truly   gone   was   never   an   option   ,      and   so   mads   spent   months   drifting   from   camp   to   camp   for   even   the   slightest   clue   that   would   lead   him   back   to   her.  

　　—　   fast   forward   :      alongside   his   desperate   search   ,      he   saved   some   lives   ,      and   he   built   new   connections.   hell   ,      he   even   managed   to   help   organize   the   liberation   of   a   fucking   hospital.   so   while   the   plan   had   been   to   move   on   as   soon   as   the   new   camp   was   well   and   truly   settled   ,      the   fear   of   abandoning   those   he   knew   to   be   alive   and   in   need   of   his   help   had   kept   him   stationed   ⸻   held   him   back   from   drifting   too   far.   pouring   all   his   time   and   attentions   into   the   camp’s   safety   ,      making   sure   to   keep   busy.   (   how   long   could   one   man   chase   a   memory   before   they   eventually   became   a   ghost   ?   before   it   was   time   to   let   the   dead   truly   stay   dead.   )

*　　　　&　　◞　　　　𝐢𝐢𝐢　　　　.　　　　𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒　　　　.

　　—　   is   probably   known   around   camp   as   that   guy   who’s   still   in   love   with   his   wife   and   will   not   shut   up   about   her   and   how   you   shouldn’t   get   attached   because   he’s   not   here   to   stay   !!!!      actually   ,   he’s   probably   gonna   leave   in   a   week   or   so   !!   (   and   wdym   that’s   the   same   thing   he   said   last   week   ,      and   the   week   before   that   akkwejfnawe.   )   he   just   ...   tends   to   get   really   morose   from   time   to   time   when   he   has   too   much   free   time   ,      so   just   let   him   work   through   it   until   he   can   find   300   other   things   to   pile   onto   his   plate   ,      until   he   eventually   overworks   himself   and   thankfully   passes   out   !

　　—　   in   contrast   :      he   is   also   that   terrifying   guard   who   can   kill   you   in   sixty   different   ways   at   any   given   time   ,      and   has   a   constant   awareness   of   his   surroundings   that’s   just   ...   unnerving.   he   usually   only   uses   his   skills   for   good   though   ,      and   he’s   taken   it   upon   himself   to   train   up   some   of   the   members   of   their   camp   who’ve   asked   !!   with   infiltration   having   always   been   his   specialty   as   a   spy   and   agent   ,      he’s   incredibly   tactically   minded   ,      and   lends   his   expertise   to   organizing   the   guard.

　　—　   he   might   come   off   as   kind   of   an   intense   dude   ,      but   he’s   honestly   just   ...   a   Dumb   Guy™   !!   like   even   throughout   his   training   as   a   kid   ,      he   was   very   much   a   shirker   of   duties   and   and   a   skipper   of   lessons.   more   likely   to   be   found   pushing   the   limits   of   his   handler’s   patience   ,      and   turning   in   with   mottled   bruises   and   blood   still   dripping   as   he’d   insist   on   the   independence   of      free   thinker   rather   than   the   absolute   compliance   they   demanded   of   him.   (   he’s   obviously   grown   since   then   ,      but   he’s   just   ...   not   in   the   habit   of   taking   anything   too   seriously.   )

　　—　   is   probably   one   of   the   better   adjusted   members   of   their   new   reality,      seeing   as   he   grew   up   surrounded   by   the   worst   of   humanity’s   ugly   underbelly   ,      and   was   trained   to   adapt   to   such   situations.   very   much   a   go   with   the   flow   kinda   guy   !   though   he   won’t   hesitate   to   gut   you   like   a   fish   if   you   hurt   a   member   of   his   camp   ,      and   even   more   so   anyone   he   personally   cares   for.

(  brenton thwaites  /  cis male  /  he/him  ) . introducing tobias buckley, the host for the deceived. they’ll be thirty one years old, and joined the rogues six months ago. you’ll always see an axe around wherever he is.

𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝙸𝚂 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝙽 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴

full name : tobias james buckley 

nickname : toby ( rare ) 

age : thirty - one

birthday : august 21st 

past residence : farm in kansas 

location : with the rogues 

past occupation : farmer 

current occupation : n/a

moral alignment : lawful good 

hogwarts house : gryffindor first , hufflepuff second 

family : melissa buckley ( mother ) , johnny buckley ( father ) , daisy buckley ( sister ) , joanna buckley ( sister ) , brooklyn buckley ( sister ) 

aesthetics : 

character inspo : 

𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳 𝙸𝚂 𝙾𝙽 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴

trigger warning : alcohol dependance , lots of arguments , mentions of abuse 

oh man , even as a kid tobias was emotional . sure it was normal for kids to throw a tantrum or two but tobias felt everything intensely -- love , pain , fear . every feeling was amplified . when he was first born , it had been the night of a bad storm . weather forecast predicted heavy rainfall but on that night it was thundering and hailing and the rain was violent . but tobias managed to cry louder than all of it . his parents barely even remembered that there was a storm going on because their little baby toby , managed to drown it all out . 

ever since then , tobias’ emotions always became the buffer between his family and external circumstances -- like he was born with the sole purpose of removing their problems . the way he felt about anything or anyone , how he  loved , how he was anxious and scared and afraid , gave everyone a chance to be better . the be tougher for him , to be braver for him . and as he got older , his emotions only raged on . but they managed . they had a systematic way of dealing with it and it reaped a bountiful of benefits . 

up until he was eight years old . when he was eight , their farm was hit with another pretty bad storm . much worse than before , crops were ruined , gates seemed to have been shook loose by the wind , trees had fallen down , power was cut and a hole had created a leak in their dining room ceiling . everything that could’ve possibly gone wrong went wrong . but tobias thought it wasn’t that bad , a little water damage ? stick a pail under it , a loose gate ? just close it ! ruined crops ? just plant new ones ! unfortunately , his father did not hold the same brazen attitude he did . he was already buried in a moutain of debt and he was stressed and scared and found peace in the comfort of strangers and at the bottom of beer bottles

him , his mother and his sisters put up for it for a while . but it was obvious his mother had fallen quickly out of love . at night he would stumble in reeking of booze and him and toby’s mother would go at it for hours , they would throw things and smash things and he’d just end up leaving again . and tobias , he was never the heavy sleeper , would tip toe down the staircase and hold his mother in his arms as she cried herself to sleep .

and this went on for years , but the most potent memory of his asshole of a father , was when he was twelve . around two in the morning , tobias heard them downstairs again . arguing and fighting . and they never hurt each other , only the things around them but this time he heard a thud . and he could still remember how his heart fell to his stomach and fear was in his throat . but he got up and he saw his father towering of his mother , crying , apologising profusely . and tobais , a scrawny little twelve year old , went into protector - mode . he shoved his father away and his father , he got sick of it , got annoyed at the little boy poking at his arm and he shoved him away , just a little too hard and in a bad direction . tobias broke his arm that night . and his mother suffered from a concussion . he never saw his father again after that . 

that night changed him . he was afraid of so much more but he couldn’t let it show . he was the only ‘ man of the house ’ and as the stereotypical man of the house ( despite their family being rather progressive about gender roles ) he needed to be there for his mother and his sisters . he would skip two days usually of school so that he could do more farm work . they still had to pay his father’s debts and so they couldn’t really hire anyone , so it was just him , his mother and his sisters helping around when they can . 

he gave up his dream for that farm . he wanted to be a writer . maybe novels , maybe articles . he loved writing . and he was damn good at it too , his english teacher always said he had the potential to be someone truly great . and more people started to read the school newsletter after he joined the team too ! but the farm . his mother . his sisters . he needed to be there for them , he needed to be what his father failed to be . a good man . a noble man who could help his family . and that realisation , the weight of such duties on his shoulder , it was heavy and it sucked but tobias felt ... fulfilled . like giving something up like that , sacrificing his own dreams for the safety and security of his family , it made him feel like a hero . and he was damn quick to get addicted to it . 

as he grew up , the more the feeling , this addiction grew .  it was messed up , the way he sought for opportunities to do good only to feel hurt again . but it made him feel like a hero . he’d let people use him , he’d give them ample opportunity to hurt him ( emotionally ) and he’d come out of it feeling broken and deceived and worn out . but he’d realise that it was for their own good , that by carrying pain and anguish , he had saved them from their own . so yeah , you could say he had a hero complex . but the thing about internal complexes , the people who have them don’t often know they have them . 

then the thing came . pollination the news people called it . and tobias , he should’ve packed up everything he could need , he should’ve called his sisters to come back to the farm , he should’ve gotten his mother ready , he should’ve been at the farm . but he wasn’t . he was in new york . because he had hired a PI and they had found his father . despite of what he did , how he broke the family , he was still his father . and tobias still loved him . and he just needed answers and closure . but the borders had closed , chaos ensued and everything that held them , society , together , crumbled . 

and for a while he was by himself . no way to reach his sisters . or his mother . most nights were consumed with thoughts about them and the anxiety it accompanied . were they alive ? were they okay ? were they still human ? the biggest regret of his life was not being there at the farm on june 29th . and he should’ve been there . but he gave way to his own desires , gave way to his need for closure with his father . and look what happened . he had lost everything in the process . and so he promised himself , or the universe more like , that even though this new world was cruel and ruthless , he was to be good . to accomodate their desires and their needs and never his own .  see , exhibit a . 

exhibit a . a woman , trying to fight of a cluster of carriers . tobias , watching from a distance , clearly analysing that the woman’s desires to survive and needs a hero . and tobias was happy to provide . he helped her fight them off . he learned his name was bathsheba and he had a younger sister named maggie . and for a while it was the three of them . and tobias , who always felt everything with such a high degree of passion , couldn’t help but just fall in love with bathsheba fischer .  and for the whole time with her , he was just a love struck fool . man , he even thought he could marry her . even imagined his proposal and their wedding in his head . she was just so perfect . until she wasn’t . 

seven months ago , both maggie and bathsheba left him as they were attacked by a swarm of carriers and they got separated . he managed to run away , calling batsheba and maggie to follow him but they were nowhere to be seen . maybe they had found their own shelter , maybe they were dead . tobias didn’t want to dwell on the latter . even just the thought hurt him . and for a few nights that was all he could think about . over and over again . about how they got separated ? but there was something , a feeling in the pit of his stomach , that maybe they left . left hm alone to rot and die and suffer as one of those creatures . maybe . 

but nothing about him has changed since then . he still let people walk over him , accomodate their own needs and wants before his own . this feeling , of doing something selfless , of being what people needed , it was the only thing that made him want to keep living . he wasn’t doing this - surviving thing for himself anymore . people needed him ( who exactly needed him , he’s not exactly sure . he’s kinda just generalising that people overall needed him or someone will need him  ) and he was continually going to fight for those people like they were his very own family . 

𝙸 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙴𝚁 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙼 𝙴𝙼𝙱𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙴

alrighty , personality ! he has a hero - complex  !  likes to do stuff for other people , it’s exhilarating to him and it makes him feel like a superhero or smthing . 

is very loyal to those around him and gets attached very quickly ! 

doesn’t really care about himself , would rather see other people thrive and survive . 

he’s quick to speak out about any injustice that he sees , he’s not like a coward like my other chara 👀  👀  ( * cough cough * : jack ) and will call out a person’s bs for the greater good 

he’s kind of a chameleon . he becomes who people need him to be . and doesn’t really have a true personality . his true personality is that he doesn’t have one . it fluctuates and depends on those around him ?? 

𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻 𝙼𝚈 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴

connections ! im fresh out of ideas but i’ll definitely putting up sister connections on the main !  and i would also very much love to brainstorm !!! 

TLDR

fletcher   was   born   with   a   slight   heart   murmur   which   threw   his   mother   into   a   panicked   frenzy   when   the   doctors   told   her   that   they   needed   to   monitor   him   for   a   few   extra   days.   despite   insisting   that   there   were   no   other   health   concerns   present,   the   woman   had   convinced   herself   that   something   would   go   wrong   if   she   ever   let   him   out   of   her   sight.   the   murmur   went   away   completely   by   the   time   fletcher   was   seven,   but   she   continued   to   keep   a   close   eye   on   him   and   grew   more   controlling   as   the   years   went   by.

his   father,   a   major   general   in   the   army,   was   a   busy   man   that   put   the   country   above   family   and   cared   more   about   having   obedient   soldiers   than   sons.   the   man   had   a   short   fuse   and   it   was   common   for   him   to   lose   his   temper   and   lash   out,   sometimes   he   often   felt   as   if   his   dad   actively   looked   for   something   to   get   angry   about.

most   of   fletcher’s   childhood   was   spent   exploring   the   woods   surrounding   his   home   in   aspen,   colorado   with   his   brother.   the   two   were   nearly   inseparable   as   fletcher   would   always   want   to   do   whatever   the   elder   did,   and   liam   felt   protective   of   his   baby   brother   from   the   moment   he   was   brought   home   from   the   hospital.   fletcher   struggled   socially   due   to   how   sheltered   his   mother   had   kept   him   and   could   count   the   number   of   friends   he   had   on   one   hand.   liam   knew   things   weren’t   easy   for   fletcher   and   swore   that   he’d   make   sure   his   brother   never   felt   completely   alone.

all   of   fletcher’s   fondest   memories   are   of   liam   teaching   him   how   to   track,   hunt,   fish,   forage,   etc.   they   lived   in   a   town   known   for   outdoor   recreation   and   since   their   father   was   too   busy   to   be   a   dad,   his   brother   took   it   upon   himself   to   teach   him   about   the   outdoors   and   nature.

fletcher   exhibited   signs   of   above   average   intelligence   from   a   young   age,   not   on   a   genius   level,   but   high   enough   to   skip   a   grade   level   and   even   get   accepted   into   a   list   of   ivy   league   schools.

he’d   never   been   outside   of   aspen   and   knew   that   his   mother   would   never   allow   him   to   go   to   school   in   another   state   so   he   opted   to   attend   the   local   university   —   colorado   mountain   college   aspen.   liam   couldn’t   stand   to   see   fletcher   trapped   in   their   small   town   and   begged   for   him   not   to   waste   the   opportunity   to   attend   the   top   engineering   school   in   the   states.   after   the   younger   graduated,   the   boys   moved   out   to   massachusetts   together   as   that   was   their   mother’s   one   condition   and   fletcher   was   enrolled   in   MIT   the   following   fall.

fletcher   was   working   on   getting   his   masters   degree   when   the   outbreak   began,   and   at   first,   the  brothers   thought   nothing   of   it   since   the   government   downplayed   the   severity   of   the   pollen’s   effects.   the   brothers   were   quick   to   pack   up   and   evacuate   the   city   once   everything   began   shutting   down,   hitting   the   road   with   nothing   but   whatever   supplies   they   could   fit   in   a   bag.   they   couldn’t   get   ahold   of   their   parents   with   the   communication   lines   down   and   opted  to   head   south   to   fort   bragg,   the   largest   military   base   in   the   united   states,   hoping   that   they’d   find   some   kind   of   safety   there.

the   people   they   came   across   along   the   way   informed   them   that   all   the   military   bases   were   either   evacuated   or   overrun   and   a   quarantine   zone   in   delaware   was   being   expanded.   they   were   gathering   some   more   arrows   from   a   sporting   goods   store   in   the   abandoned   mall   just   a   few   miles   away   from   their   destination   when   the   place   was   overrun   with   reapers.   the   pair   barely   managed   to   make   it   to   their   vehicle   and   sped   away   unscathed   —   that   is,   until   they   were   parked   outside   the   gates   of   the   safe-zone   and   liam   revealed   that   he’d   been   bit.