Kindly, don't post unless your name is in the title. Feel free to read along, though!

Hello, character sheets?

Yep! I'll start working on it now.

Same here :)

Full Name:

Robin Hanson

Nickname(s):

(None)

Age:

22

Gender:

Female

Appearance:

Short and average built, this tan skinned woman has a serious feel about her, and she has a small birthmark on her chest.
Her elbow-length, straight, black hair, currently dip-dyed almost the full length with shades of sapphire, is complicatedly styled.
She has stern, dark grey eyes.
She has wide shoulders, and small feet. She has piercings in three places: her left nostril, her navel, her left upper ear.

Personality:

Kind, friendly, lone wolf, humble, a fast learner, ignores the opinions of others, risk taker, does what she has to, never backs down from a challenge.

Crush:

(None yet.)

Backstory (Optional):

Robin grew up in a life of privilege and extravagance. Being born into an affluent family, she was accustomed to luxury from the moment she took her first breath. She attended prestigious private schools, traveled the world on lavish vacations, and never wanted for anything.

However, everything changed when the zombie apocalypse struck without warning. The world as Robin knew it came crashing down around her like a house of cards. In a matter of days, her once bustling city streets were filled with chaos and destruction. Her family's opulent mansion became an impenetrable fortress as they desperately tried to outrun the undead hordes.

Tragically, Robin's beloved family could not fight off their inevitable fate. One by one, they fell victim to the relentless zombies that overran their home. As grief consumed her heart and shattered her soul, Robin emerged as the sole survivor of her wealthy lineage - stripped of both material possessions and loved ones in one devastating blow.

Years later, Robin roams through deserted wastelands brimming with remnants of past civilizations; ghost towns transformed by apocalyptic horrors. She keeps moving forward silently amidst desolation – haunted both by vivid memories of what was lost and captivated by hope for some semblance of normalcy to return someday soon. For now though? Survival is all that matters – every step fuelled by fierce determination woven deep within the fibers of a broken heiress forced into uncharted territories where wealth means nothing more than hunger abated temporarily or safety achieved momentarily before treacherous darkness envelopes again.

Other:

She comes from a very wealthy family, who are all dead now lol

William Dallas Barnes

Dally, Dals, most any iteration of his middle name.

23

Male

Dallas is tall (6'1"), on the leaner side of muscular. He is lithe, with a runner's build, strong from time spent weathering the forces of nature.

He has blonde hair, lightened slightly from extended time in the sun. He tries his best to keep it at 3-4 inches, in a fluffy style that keeps it out of his eyes.

His eyes are light blue, a shade similiar to that of ice. They often contain a playful or mischievous glint, when with friends.

He is slightly tanned, from time spent in the sun- but not overly so.

His facial features consist of high cheekbones, a sharp jawline, a slight dimples when he smiles.

He has two tattoos- an anchor with a rope entwined around it stands out in sharp black ink on his left bicep. A black snake winds around his right forarm, the head poised on the top of his wrist. Along the body of the snake there is a saying or maybe multiple in Latin.

Dallas, by nature, is a happy-go-lucky, sweet man with a golden retreiver attitude. This doesn't stop him from having a rather cocky disposition, but makes the overt confidence more bearable. He has a hard time taking things seriously, almost always in a joking mood unless insulted or otherwise aggravated. He can be easily insulted, and often reads a bit too far into things. Overall, he is likeable, once one sees past the crust formed by years of being lonesome and ruthless.

Dallas lived a normal life, with a normal family, and went to a normal college. Never poor, never rich, seemingly stuck strictly in the middle of the road- which he never minded. Only exceptional in his smarts, looks, and popularity. Occasionally, sports. In theory, he was the perfect kid- someone a family could brag about.

His family consisted of two normal parents, and a brother in the Marines. He was always an adventurous and outdoorsy person, taught to fish, hunt, and shoot by both his father and brother. Good at survival skills.

He thought his life shattered when news of his brother got home. Two men in uniform at the door, a folded flag between them, and a worthless condolence. Nothing left to remember his brother by but a flag, ashes, and dog tags. That was before he learned what shattering really meant.

His mother was the first to go once the apocalypse struck. Gone to the grocery store healthy, back with a bite mark on her arm. It was quite early in the outbreak, but far enough in to know She had no chance. Rather than escape, his father chose to stay and die with his mother. Despite the fact that Dallas wanted nothing more than to stay and do the same, he fled because of the pleas he was given and a long forgotten promise. Dog tags in his pocket, rifle slung across his back, and a bag of the bare necessities in his hand, he slipped into the woods.

Today, Dallas still carves his life out through the rubble of what used to be society. Alone, cold, ruthless, he does what it takes to survive. He doesn't live- he makes it. Step after step, one breath at a time, he keeps his heart beating only because he was asked to.

Dallas has a slight southern drawl, which is just enough to be noticed when he first speaks- but no so much that he is hard to understand.

He also finds companionship in a Border Collie named Buck.

There we go! Your bio looks lovely by the way, I hope mine can do it justice, lol. Would you be alright to start or would you prefer I do it?

Thank you! And I think your bio is lovely as well. Could you start? can do better if someone kind of starts it off for me. :)

Sure!))

Dallas blinked himself awake at dawn, staying still for a few moments to gauge his surroundings. When nothing seemed out of order, he sat up, silently getting to his feet and creeping out of his makeshift lean-to. Buck, his dog, was up as soon as he heard the movement. He settled at Dallas's side, tail wagging very slightly. Dallas gave him a few pats, pistol in the other hand as he glanced around. Once he seemed pleased that there were no immiediate threats, he disassembled his lean-to within a matter of minutes, grabbing his already packed back and slinging it over his shoulder. With that, he began walking toward the quiet sound of rushing water- probably a stream of some sort. At least, that was what he was hoping for. Buck moved swiftly at his side, looking thrilled just to be there.

Robin was staring at the crowded streets of zombies below her. Or the undead as she called them. She had made a nice base camp on the roof of this building for a little bit. She had messed up her ankle a little while back so she had it wrapped, she also couldn't realy go anywhere. She didn't mind though. No one really knew she was there. And by that she means the undead haven't figured it out yet. She sat down, sheilding herself from the rising sun, she started eating a protein bar. She finished quickly then checked over her food, water, medical supplies, and bullets. She had enough of all of them for another few days. She decided to clean her guns. She had quite a few since the first thing she did was rob a gun store. She cleaned her pistols with silencers, her sniper that also had a silencer, and her rifle. She sighed, pulling her hair up in a bun and her rolling her sleeves up she began to clean them.