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Name: Ira Fletcher Age: 21 Gender: Male Apearence: Messy dark brown hair falls across his forehead, often partially blocking a pair of sharp green eyes. Ira stands at 5"10 with a lean, toned build. He often overlayers his clothing, such as wearing a windbreaker over hoodies. He has a few scars along his left ribcage from a raid gone wrong. Ira radiates a calm, unbothered demeanor with his usual side-smirk and head tilt. Personality: At first glance, Ira seems completely unbothered by everything. He's the type to shrug off drama, roll his eyes at chaos, and make a sarcastic comment while everyone else is panicking. Very little appears to genuinely get under his skin, and he carries himself with an easy confidence that makes him seem relaxed in almost any situation. His humor is sharp and dry, and he loves teasing people he likes. Half the time it's impossible to tell whether he's being serious or joking, which can make him difficult to read. He enjoys getting a reaction out of people, especially friends, but rarely means any harm by it. Beneath the laid-back exterior he's fiercely loyal and surprisingly sweet. Ira shows his affection through actions rather than words. Protective of those he cares about, he's the kind of person who pretends not to care while quietly making sure everyone is okay. Reputation: Ira is well known amoung his group of survivors for his skill in raids and lack of fear during nighttime patrolling. Outside his group his name is rarely spoken, bar those who caught a glimpse of his face during raids. Backstory: Ira was born during the worst of the apocolypse to a very sick mother. She did her very best to care for him but by the time he was 2 years old he was left on the outskirts of the forest. His current group took him in and Ira has lived with them ever since. Once he turned 13 it was every man for themselves and if he wanted food he would need to earn it. The group did not take any dead weight. |
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Name: Hazel Lewis Age: 20 Gender: Female Appearance: Long, curly blonde hair that falls down to the middle of her back. Her eyes are a cold, silvery grey color framed by long lashes. She stands at a short 5'1" with a slender body. She has wider hips and thicker thighs, as most of her strength is in her lower body. Hazel typically wears clothing that is easy to move in, such as leggings and form fitting tops. She'll often wear a flannel shirt over her top for warmth, or around her waist if it's too hot. She has a few scars from general happenings, but nothing too major. Hazel has a resting bitch face most of the time, even if she doesn't mean to. Personality: Hazel comes off as someone who is closed off and quiet, which isn't actually too far from the truth. She has trouble trusting people, as she's afraid of becoming attached, only to be left all alone. She can be pretty guarded towards people she doesn't know, making her seem disinterested or rude. She has a sassy spark in her, often choosing sarcasm and spicy remarks as a default way of speaking. It's more of a defensive mechanism than anything though, as it's all a part of the ruse to keep people at arms length. After all, they can't decide to form a bond with her if they don't like her, right? She's quite stubborn and hard headed, but at the end of the day she's just trying to protect herself. Even as stubborn as she is, there's only so much pretending that Hazel can do. After spending time around certain people, she'll begin opening up to them. She'll become more affectionate and attentive, and especially protective. Beneath her hardened exterior, she's really just a scared girl who's afraid of losing the things she cares about. Reputation: Hazel is known to be a determined, fearless woman. She'll dive in head first, often putting herself in the face of danger so that others don't have to. She's quite skilled in close quarters combat as well. Backstory: Hazel was born to caring parents who lived life traveling around. They rarely stayed in one place for longer than a few months. Hazel lost her parents at fourteen to a hoard, however, leaving her to learn to fend for herself. She had found a group to stay with for a little while, but when things got rocky with her relationships she left out on her own again. |
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