'The Female'
BASIC INFORMATION
Full name: Lyall Elizabeth Tucker
Pronunciation: Lee-all Ee-liz-a-beth Tuh-ker
Nickname(s) or Alias: Spitfire, the female
Gender: Female. Duh.
Species: Hunter
Age: 24 at time of infection, 26 now
Birthday: June 5, 1985
Sexuality: Straight
Nationality: American. Though I suppose that'd be considered Infected now.
Religion: None
City or town of birth: Miami, Florida
Currently lives: A forest in northern Vermont
Languages spoken: Growls and barks
Native language: English
Relationship Status: Mated with Shadow (the male)
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Height: 5' 2"
Weight: 97 lbs.
Figure/build: Short and slim, but strong. Knows how to use her size.
Hair color: Copper-blond. Shines red in sunlight.
Hairstyle: Mid-length and filthy, matted with dried blood and sweat, tangled horribly
Eye color: Milky-white, though they used to be amber
Skin/fur/etc color: Same pale, greenish skin as the rest of the infected
Tattoos: None.
Piercings: None.
Scars/distinguishing marks: Large mass of needle scars on her lower back, and burn marks on her hands from being electrocuted. Also, a bite mark on her stomach from when she was infected. Assortment of other small scars litter her body.
Preferred style of clothing: Dark green hoodie, light gray sweats
Frequently worn jewelry: None
HEALTH
Smoker?- Most certainly not
Drinker?- That's a scary thought.
Drug User? Which?- Even more scary
Addictions: She has a small habit of torturing the herd-sick-ones (common infected)
Allergies: None
Any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities: Does being infected with the Green Flu count?
Any medication regularly taken: None
PERSONALITY
Personality: Overly cautious and nervous, she has a hard time trusting strangers. Her first instinct with meeting something new is to try to scare it off, by making herself look as terrifying as possible. It takes a long while for her to trust you, but once she does, she's a cuddle-bug. Even though she pretends to be reserved, she loves to play. Loud noises, especially metal, make her start to shake and whimper. She's terrified of unsick-creatures (humans).
Likes: Playing, cuddling, hunting, swimming
Dislikes: Humans, new things, snow storms, needles, cold
Fears/phobias: Humans, new things, snow storms, needles
Favorite color: Green
Hobbies: Used to be a free-lance writer for magazines and practice with the local Parkour group in her spare time. Now she hunts with her pack and tortures common infected.
Taste in music: Loved classic rock. Now music scares her.
SKILLS
Talents/skills: She can swim!
Ability to drive a car? Operate any other vehicles?- No, she's pretty scared of them.
EATING HABITS
Omnivore/Carnivore/Herbivore: Definitely a carnivore
Favorite food(s): Boomer
Favorite drink(s): Blood, Mountain Dew when she can find the bottles
Disliked food: Common infected, though she has no problem eating it
Disliked drinks: She tried Monster once. It made her sick.
HOUSE AND HOME
Describe the character's house/home: She lives in a forest with the rest of her pack, in a small tool shed
Significant/special belongings: Nothing, really
COMBAT
Peaceful or aggressive attitude: Definitely aggressive
Fighting skills/techniques: She likes attacking the opponent's legs. She also grabs you and uses her weight to tug you off-balance
Special skills/magical powers/etc: She can swim and hold her breath, which is pretty impressive for a Hunter
Weapon of choice (if any): Claws. She likes to kick.
Weaknesses in combat: She's small, so pretty much everything's bigger than her
Strengths in combat: She's small, so she can do a lot of things others can't, such as climbing through wreckage or squirming through limbs to avoid hits.
FAMILY, FRIENDS AND FOES
Partner/Spouse: Mated to Shadow
Children: None
Best Friend: Shadow
Other Important Friends: She won't admit it, but she likes Scratch a lot.
Acquaintances: Bones and Limp, her pack-mates
Pets: I suppose Limp could be considered one
Enemies? Why are they enemies?- Crazy angry needle lady. She keeps experimenting on her.
BACKSTORY
Before the infection, Lyall worked as a freelance writer for the newspapers in her area. On Wednesday and Sunday afternoons, she'd go hang out with her old college buddies, who had created a Parkour group. While she never did join and had mediocre skills, she had fun doing it, and her favorite thing to do were vaults.
After infection, she had to avoid the giant packs of males that roamed to city, because they captured females and kept them as pets to use when they wanted. She used to hunt with a small group of three males and a single female, though they never did get along. However, when the male-pack attacked, she ran away through the wreckage of a local Macy's and escaped while the males were killed and the other female taken.
Shortly after that, she was snatched by an extraction team and taken to North Carolina, to an experimental facility trying to find a cure. There, she was tortured and injected with chemicals trying to bring her body back to 'normal' standards. Six weeks after she was captured, the male (Shadow) was brought in, and shortly after that they escaped the facility together and traveled north, where they currently reside.
'The Male'
BASIC INFORMATION
Full name: Anthony Mercy Parker
Pronunciation: An-thuh-nee Mer-see Par-ker
Nickname(s) or Alias: Shadow, the male, male-leader
Gender: Again, obviously male
Species: Hunter
Age: 26 at time of infection, 28 now
Birthday: November 17, 1983
Sexuality: Straight
Nationality: American, though again it should be considered Infected
Religion: Used to be Catholic
City or town of birth: Malone, New York
Currently lives: A shed in a forest in northern Vermont
Languages spoken: Growls and barks
Native language: English
Relationship Status: Mated to Spitfire
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 128 lbs.
Figure/build: Average height, with a lanky build.
Hair color: Dark brown
Hairstyle: Short, about an inch long. Matted with sweat and dried blood
Eye color: Milky-white, though they used to be hazel
Skin/fur/etc color: Pale, greenish skin of the infected
Tattoos: None
Piercings: None
Scars/distinguishing marks: His face is completely covered in scars after a fight with another male. He now looks like he's constantly snarling. Also, the tip of his left pinky is missing.
Preferred style of clothing: Dark, warm clothing. Currently wearing a dark gray hoodie with dark blue sweats.
Frequently worn jewelry: None
HEALTH
Smoker?- Used to be before infection
Drinker?- No
Drug User? Which?- None
Addictions: Nothing
Allergies: Seafood
Any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities: Other than being infected, nothing
Any medication regularly taken: None
PERSONALITY
Personality: Aggressive, but he's mellowed out since he was captured. Now he's indulging, especially when it comes to Spitfire. He loves to lay down with her and hold her. He's very protective of her and his pack.
Likes: Hunting with his pack, practicing swimming, sleeping
Dislikes: The experimental facility, when others try to court his mate
Fears/phobias: Spitfire being taken, going back to the hurting-place
Favorite color: Black
Hobbies: Before infection, he used to teach himself Parkour and ride horses. Now, he likes to spend time with his mate and pack.
Taste in music: Before infection, he listened to metal and alternative. Now he just thinks it's annoying noise.
SKILLS
Talents/skills: He learned to swim from Spitfire
Ability to drive a car? Operate any other vehicles?- No
EATING HABITS
Omnivore/Carnivore/Herbivore: Omnivore. When you live in a cold area, you have to learn to eat what you get.
Favorite food(s): Human flesh, apples
Favorite drink(s): Blood
Disliked food: Common infected flesh
Disliked drinks: Tank blood
HOUSE AND HOME
Describe the character's house/home: A shack in the middle of the woods. It has three nests, two close together and one on another side. He and his mate sleep in one, Sharp-Scratch and Limp-Stride sleep in another, and Strong-Bite is far away from the others, because he leaves splinters all over the place.
Significant/special belongings: Nothing
COMBAT
Peaceful or aggressive attitude: Aggressive
Fighting skills/techniques: Faster than what most expect, and learned to fight from the southern savage, his mate
Special skills/magical powers/etc: He learned to swim, also from Spitfire
Weapon of choice (if any): Claws and teeth
Weaknesses in combat: He's smaller than most, and loses stamina quickly
Strengths in combat: Learned how to fight from his mate, whose style of fighting is more savage than what is known in the north
FAMILY, FRIENDS AND FOES
Partner/Spouse: Spitfire
Children: None
Best Friend: Sharp-Scratch
Other Important Friends: Strong-Bite
Acquaintances: Limp-Stride
Pets: Limp-Stride, maybe
Enemies? Why are they enemies?- The crazy bitch that tortured him and his mate back in the experimental facility, No-Fangs, Three-Scars (now deceased)
BACKSTORY
Before infection, he worked and lived on a small farm in Constable, New York. He spent his evenings either teaching himself Parkour or riding the farm's one horse, of which he was quite affectionate of.
After infection, he traveled east in search of food, and joined the pack of Blood-Glut, where he quickly became the lowest-ranking because he was smaller than them. After about a year though, he killed Blood-Glut when he was weak, and was chased off by the rest of his pack for doing so. Almost immediately after, he was captured and brought to the experimental facility, where he met Spitfire and escaped with her. Now he has rejoined his pack as leader, and lives with them.
'Scratch, Sharp-Scratch'
BASIC INFORMATION
Full name: Reynard William Peters
Pronunciation: Ray-nard Wil-ee-um Pee-terz
Nickname(s) or Alias: Scratch, Sharp-Scratch (depends on Spitfire's or Shadow's point of view)
Gender: Male
Species: Hunter (I sense a pattern…)
Age: 25 at time of infection, 27 now
Birthday: January 15, 1984
Sexuality: Straight
Nationality: American
Religion: Atheist
City or town of birth: Burlington, Vermont
Currently lives: The forest in northern Vermont
Languages spoken: Barks and growls
Native language: English
Relationship Status: Single
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: 182 lbs.
Figure/build: Muscled, but still thin
Hair color: Black
Hairstyle: About six inches long, always hanging down over his face. Though filthy, it never seems to get tangled.
Eye color: Milky-white. Before infection, it was green.
Skin/fur/etc color: Again, still the pale green of the infected
Tattoos: None
Piercings: None
Scars/distinguishing marks: A few scars from fights, faint scars going down across his eyes
Preferred style of clothing: A black hoodie with a skull design on the back, neon-green sweats
Frequently worn jewelry: A chain choker he can't figure out how to remove, because it's a solid chain. The link that was opened to put it on was welded shut.
HEALTH
Smoker?- Nope
Drinker?- Used to enjoy a beer or two, but nothing serious
Drug User? Which?- Tried acid, very rarely used it before infection
Addictions: None
Allergies: None
Any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities: Nothing
Any medication regularly taken: None
PERSONALITY
Personality: Playful and fun-loving, always the jokester of the group. He's overly affectionate, though he does know when to get serious. He has a habit or worming himself into the warmest spot when bedding down, most of the time between two others. He doesn't mind being slept on, as long as you're warm and still. He's always ready to play, even if he's tired. Enjoys playing pranks on Bones/Strong-Bite.
Likes: Sleeping, playing, eating. He's a simple creature.
Dislikes: When he's forced from the nest because he's bugged someone, Limp/Limp-Stride's constantly submissive behavior
Fears/phobias: Secretly scared of spiders. He'll go out of his way to avoid one.
Favorite color: Bright green
Hobbies: Sleeping, playing pranks
Taste in music: Loved metal and hard rock, now he finds music irritating
SKILLS
Talents/skills: Can somehow remain hidden despite the fact that he wears neon-green pants
Ability to drive a car? Operate any other vehicles?- Nope
EATING HABITS
Omnivore/Carnivore/Herbivore: Mainly carnivorous, but he does eat berries and such when he's starving
Favorite food(s): Anything that bleeds
Favorite drink(s): When he can find energy drinks, he'll drink them
Disliked food: Berries and carrots
Disliked drinks: Water
HOUSE AND HOME
Describe the character's house/home: A shack in the middle of the woods. Nothing much more to say, really
Significant/special belongings: Nothing
COMBAT
Peaceful or aggressive attitude: Peaceful, but not afraid to fight
Fighting skills/techniques: Very good at avoiding hits, often tires out his opponent before attacking himself
Special skills/magical powers/etc: Seems to have a never-ending supply of energy
Weapon of choice (if any): His claws. There's a reason why Shadow and Spitfire call him Sharp-Scratch and Scratch
Weaknesses in combat: His claws are thin, and while they grow back faster than most, they still break easily
Strengths in combat: Never-ending supply of energy
FAMILY, FRIENDS AND FOES
Partner/Spouse: None. He keeps trying to steal Spitfire, though.
Children: None
Best Friend: Shadow
Other Important Friends: Bones/Strong-Bite, No-Fangs
Acquaintances: Limp/Limp-Stride
Pets: Once again, Limp/Limp-Stride
Enemies? Why are they enemies?- He hated Three-Scars because he would force him to do stupid and degrading things
BACKSTORY
Before infection, he worked at a McDonald's, and spent his life mostly fooling around with his friends. He shared an apartment with his buddies and hung out at raves a lot. He joined the Parkour group SkullCrashers as a fling, but quickly grew addicted to the sport. While he took his own share of spills and falls, he was good at it, and he got his hoodie from the group, the skull on the back being the symbol for the group. They became a second family to him, and he could often be found with one of them.
After infection, he was chased north out of Burlington by the bombing, where he joined Blood-Glut's pack. Shortly after, Shadow joined as well, and he quickly became friends with him. While Shadow was resentful most of the time because of his rank, Scratch would still make him play and would share a nest with him at night. After Shadow killed Blood-Glut, he hung back from chasing him off, and was one of the ones that watched him be taken. Now that he's back, he thinks that life has gone back to normal again.
'Bones, Strong-Bite'
BASIC INFORMATION
Full name: Zachary Dylon Shutts
Pronunciation: Za-kuh-ree Dih-luhn Shuh-ts
Nickname(s) or Alias: Bones, Strong-Bite (Again, depends on Spitfire's or Shadow's point of view)
Gender: Male
Species: Hunter (yay for repetition!)
Age: 30 at time of infection, 32 after
Birthday: July 30, 1979
Sexuality: Straight, though he acts asexual
Nationality: American
Religion: None
City or town of birth: Burlington, Vermont
Currently lives: The forest in northern Vermont
Languages spoken: Barks and growls
Native language: English
Relationship Status: Single
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 210 lbs.
Figure/build: Strongly-muscled, 'thickly' built, though not to the extent of a body-builder
Hair color: Brown
Hairstyle: Short, matted with dried sweat and blood
Eye color: Milky-white, was brown
Skin/fur/etc color: Again, same pale green as the rest of the infected
Tattoos: An eastern dragon on his left shoulder, a tiger on his right. A snarling wolf on his back.
Piercings: Used to have a lip ring and two studs in his left eyebrow, but they were long since removed in fights.
Scars/distinguishing marks: Three bullet holes around his heart, slash wound going across his throat, multiple bite marks on his left leg.
Preferred style of clothing: Anything warm and dark
Frequently worn jewelry: None
HEALTH
Smoker?- Used to smoke a pack a day
Drinker?- Again, used to go to a bar every night
Drug User? Which?- None
Addictions: Besides cigarettes, none
Allergies: None
Any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities: Just the Flu
Any medication regularly taken: None
PERSONALITY
Personality: Gruff, silent, almost cold. As far as he's concerned, as long as you stay on your side of the room, he'll stay on his side of the room. Still, once you get to know him he can be pretty affectionate, though very rarely will he show it.
Likes: Chewing on bones, hunting, and climbing trees, oddly enough
Dislikes: Loud noises, annoying creatures, Limp/Limp-Stride
Fears/phobias: No obvious ones, though he is hesitant around guns
Favorite color: Blue
Hobbies: Chewing on bones
Taste in music: He liked classical, and, oddly enough, still does
SKILLS
Talents/skills: Not much, really, other than the ability to reduce a rib to splinters in ten minutes
Ability to drive a car? Operate any other vehicles?- Are you kidding?
EATING HABITS
Omnivore/Carnivore/Herbivore: He'll eat anything, really.
Favorite food(s): Meat
Favorite drink(s): Doesn't really have one
Disliked food: Grass
Disliked drinks: Anything not blood or water
HOUSE AND HOME
Describe the character's house/home: A shed in the middle of the woods. His nest has a mass of bone splinters around it.
Significant/special belongings: He collects bones to chew on later. He likes femurs and ribs.
COMBAT
Peaceful or aggressive attitude: Passive, though aggressive if either he or his pack is in danger
Fighting skills/techniques: Uses his size to muscle his enemies around, and breaks bones with his jaws
Special skills/magical powers/etc: Nerve damage from before infection keeps him from feeling pain
Weapon of choice (if any): Sheer size, teeth. Again, named Strong-Bite for a reason.
Weaknesses in combat: Because he can't feel pain, he doesn't know when he's too injured to keep fighting
Strengths in combat: Very few are larger than him, and he's very strong
FAMILY, FRIENDS AND FOES
Partner/Spouse: None
Children: None
Best Friend: I suppose Blood-Glut could have been considered one, but he's dead now
Other Important Friends: No one, really
Acquaintances: The rest of the pack
Pets: None
Enemies? Why are they enemies?- Doesn't really have enemies, unless you annoy him
BACKSTORY
Before infection, he served in the Marines and fought overseas. However, a point-blank grenade blast sent him home with almost no nerve endings left in his body, and limited motion. Having almost no family, he fell into a depression and spent each night drinking alone at the bar, where he could amaze people by stabbing himself and not screaming. Eventually, he was sent to a psychiatric ward for help, and found an escape in Parkour. Because he couldn't feel pain, he wasn't afraid to do some of the crazier stuff, and after falling four stories to concrete and getting right back up again earned the nickname 'Iron Man'. Declared sane, he was sent back home, where he continued to practice Parkour until he was infected.
After he was infected, he was chased out of the city by the bombs, and eventually found Blood-Glut's pack as well. At first, Blood-Glut didn't trust him because he was so large, but eventually realized that he had no desire to lead the pack. As far as he's concerned, the pack is a group to hunt with, and that's all. When Shadow left, nothing really changed for him, until he returned and became leader. Now he still acts the same, and doesn't care who's leader as long as he's left alone.
'Limp, Limp-Stride'
BASIC INFORMATION
Full name: Gable Henry Smith
Pronunciation: Gay-bull Hen-ree Smith
Nickname(s) or Alias: Limp, Limp-Stride
Gender: Male
Species: Hunter. Yet again.
Age: 22 at time of infection, 24 now
Birthday: March 12, 1987
Sexuality: Straight
Nationality: American
Religion: Was Christian
City or town of birth: Burlington, Vermont
Currently lives: The forest in northern Vermont
Languages spoken: Barks, growls, and whimpers
Native language: English
Relationship Status: Single
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 120 lbs.
Figure/build: Small, thin
Hair color: Blond
Hairstyle: Shoulder length, matted and tangled with dried sweat and blood
Eye color: Milky-white, was pale blue
Skin/fur/etc color: Yet again, same pale greenish as the rest of the infected
Tattoos: None
Piercings: Lip ring, long torn out
Scars/distinguishing marks: None
Preferred style of clothing: Anything warm and covering
Frequently worn jewelry: None
HEALTH
Smoker?- Nope
Drinker?- Nope
Drug User? Which?- Nuh-uh
Addictions: None
Allergies: Wheat products
Any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities: Generally sickly, even for a victim of the Green Flu
Any medication regularly taken: None
PERSONALITY
Personality: In one word, pathetic. Entirely submissive, whimpers almost constantly. Finds it impossible to maintain eye contact with anything. Constantly hunched over to avoid meeting anyone's eyes.
Likes: Watching birds, splashing in puddles
Dislikes: Growling, loud noises, strange things, conflicts, large bodies of water, crows
Fears/phobias: Growling, loud noises, strange things, conflicts, large bodies of water, crows, the rest of the pack, anything that's not watching birds and splashing in puddles
Favorite color: Yellow
Hobbies: Collects flower petals. Yes, I realize this is pathetic, but he likes the different colors.
Taste in music: Used to like soft rock, now scared of any music
SKILLS
Talents/skills: The ability to annoy anything with his constant whimpering?
Ability to drive a car? Operate any other vehicles?- He did accidently remove the parking brake off one once, sending it rolling down a hill, but I don't think that counts.
EATING HABITS
Omnivore/Carnivore/Herbivore: He'll eat anything given to him
Favorite food(s): He likes berries
Favorite drink(s): Water
Disliked food: Grass
Disliked drinks: Anything not blood and water
HOUSE AND HOME
Describe the character's house/home: Once again, a shack in the middle of the woods. He shares a nest with Scratch/Sharp-Scratch.
Significant/special belongings: His collection of colorful flower petals
COMBAT
Peaceful or aggressive attitude: Try scaredy-cat
Fighting skills/techniques: None. He makes a good distraction when the pack is overwhelmed because he screams deafeningly.
Special skills/magical powers/etc: Very rarely, he actually attacks, and when he does, he's almost as vicious as Spitfire. Very rarely, though.
Weapon of choice (if any): Claws, continuously whining voice
Weaknesses in combat: Everything
Strengths in combat: Everything hesitates to attack him, because he is a Hunter. However, they very quickly realize he's not a threat.
FAMILY, FRIENDS AND FOES
Partner/Spouse: None
Children: None
Best Friend: He considers Scratch his friend, though Scratch would say otherwise
Other Important Friends: The rest of his pack
Acquaintances: A crow that constantly attacks him, much to the rest of the pack's amusement
Pets: I guess you could consider the crow a pet
Enemies? Why are they enemies?- None, really. I mean, everyone dislikes him, so there's no one that stands out in particular. Maybe Three-Scars, since he was a bully.
BACKSTORY
Before infection, he lived at home with his mom, spending his days taking phone calls for a business and his nights playing videogames. His friends managed to convince him to try a sport, and he chose Parkour because he thought it would be easy. However, he was quickly proven wrong, but stuck with it to prove his family and friends wrong. While he was never really good at it, he wasn't too bad, and it kept him in shape.
After infection, he fled the city before the bombs started even falling, scared of the large amount of infected. He lived by himself for a year, eating grass and berries, and after a while found Three-Scars' pack. He was forced to join, so Three-Scars could abuse him too, and No-Fangs joined him as well. At the moment, he's happy Shadow took over, because the ones that had constantly attacked him were chased off.
Holy shit, that took forever.