Hello everybody, so as of now this one shot is going to explain the back story of the OC's in the story and more or less make them more intriguing to you the readers... so you will cry if I kill them off instead of RWBY characters. Food for thought. Anyways all this information was written by their respective owners. Everything Right so please enjoy.
By Unzealots.
Llyod Fang.
Name: Llyod Fang or Fang (Either Name will work and yes his last name is Fang)
Age: 23 Before the zombies, Now 25 with the zombie apocalypse.
Occupation: Former Military Solider (During the zombie attack), Lone Wolf Merchant and Mechanic.
Ranged Weapons: FN SCAR S17, Old Family Revolver.
Melee Weapons: Combat Knife and Metal Bat with Spike nails.
Explosives: 2 Grenades, Molotov's (If he happens to stumble on a bar)
Three Traits
Otaku: I read and watch too many anime and Manga during my childhood life. (Possible chance to make a new weapon on the go with the right materials on hand or at base).
Artist: Who knew art in a zombie apocalypse can bring or push away people by my own art. (Possible chance to paint or draw on the walls to raise Morale or lower Morale depending on the mood of the person it self.)
Hardly Sick: I don't remember the last time I got very sick nor do I right now. ( 100% resistant of infections)
Bad Traits: Quiet Talker: People think I'm too quiet because I barley talk to them. I prefer working alone or at least a group that's not way too social. ( May not work well in groups that are too Socially talkative or people that are very annoying)
Gamer: I'm sure why they keep complaining to me of wasting my time on games. Games are a good way to pass time or boredom or hell stress. ( Might delay on whatever task person on or not do them at all, unless their on a scavenge run or defending the base from bandits or zombies)
Unique Skills Veteran Scavenger: Sometimes before the zombie apocalypse I always use to find rare items in buildings long ago abandon by their occupants. Maybe that's why I always find myself some bit more ammo or food every time I hunker down a home or abandon building to to rest a bit before I head out. Plus people do hid valuable loot on places people will never think to look at due it being too obvious or hidden in plain sight, that's why I always find hidden medical or ammo. ( High chance to find rare items when searching for items but increase time on looting also ties on to wits)
Character Bio: Lloyd Fang Mostly lives alone a lot due to his parents always not home all the time and his caretaker barely take care of him so he mostly dose not talk to people that much unless it's online. During his childhood and Teenage days he watches and read anime a lot to pass time until he is ready to sleep and starts developing an Otaku life style watching anime and reading Manga for his whole life until his parents finally decided he should join the Military. At the Age of 18 his Parents drafted him to boot camp without his consent where he spends the next 5 years trying to talk to people due to his Otaku life style and most of art has pictures of anime. While Mock by his peers he is extremely high skilled in combat during his first year and when as when did he learn it all he said was... anime. While his combat in battle can be question it is highly effective in certain situations and rose the ranks up a really young age. While he rose through the ranks, his peers or squad still mocks and berates his anime life style such as going to destroying his stuff or locking him out the barracks. It was at this moments he develops a quiet personality and spend most of his military years in a single complex apartment where he too gaming to pass off his stress or boredom if theirs no new anime or mange to watch and read. He never did find a partner as he as trouble talking to other people due to his solitary life, but can show great teamwork if the situations calls for it. The only time he heard about the zombies is when he was recall to deal with a terrorist attack hit in Trumbull Valley. It's was only when the a group of deranged terrorist or in this case zombies that he knows was something was off. It's only after 3 months in where every turn into shit as someone in the military just got infected and started turning everyone into zombies. With orders to walled off the only exit and every military personal and assets well be leaving the valley V.A by helicopter. Sadly he was not one of those assets or important military figures to leave the valley in the helicopter. So gather his personal things and enough ammo he decided to go AWOL. Lucky at the right time as some desperate people for Trumbull Valley and trying to hitch a ride on of helicopter. Lucky he have some experience driving one so he hijack the last copter and was about to take off when his squad found him trying to leave and was order to leave the vehicle or be shot. Lucky luck was on his side as some of the people manage to obtain some guns and fought the squad that holding him up but knowing he will be shot if he take off he shot his former squad with the help of the of few survivors that did make it. Knowing he was out gunned he offer the last remaining survivors that made a ride to get off this place and flew north. After flying a few days he and the rest of the survivors part ways after the helicopter ran out of fuel. Knowing he's on his own, he mostly stay away from groups of people and only interacts with them to trade, until he was force to join with them knowing theirs safety in numbers. After all it's better have someone to watch your back than sleeping with one eye open.
Stats: Cardio: 5 stars
Wits: 6 Star
Fighting: 5 Star
Shooting: 5 Star
Veteran Scavenging: 2 Star
Diane Walterson
Name: Diane Walterson
Age: 20 (When the zombie apocalypse started), now 22 (After the zombie Outbreak)
Appearance: Wears Pink Hoodie with a Mischief Bunny in the back of the Hoodie, Dark Pants, Hikers Boots, and wears a hat called BaM. She Caucasian with a beauty mark on the lower left cheek.
Ranged Weapons: A Military Silence Sniper Rifle with Night vision scope equip and with a Riot Shotgun with extended Mags.
Melee Weapons: A authentic Real Katana and A Swish Army Knife.
Stats: Cardio: 2 Star
Wits: Max
Fighting: 3 Star
Shooting:5 Star
Leadership:1 Star
Good Traits: Eagle Eyes View: I use to climb up tress or Radio tower to get a good eyes view, but of course people always tell me to get down, but I can see pretty much a lot from up here. (Increase the defense ranged of all outpost, can spot special Infected and has a 50% percent chance to instant kill any infected when on posted on a guard tower)
Quiet like a cat: During my time in school I get pick on a lot so I tend to hide a lot from school bullies even all the way to adult hood. Now It seems that hiding and running away from zombies and people kinda help me a lot. Especially bandits. (Running, Vaulting (if theirs no glass windows) and searching dose not causes noise at all, but dose not effect if you fail a quick search.)
Blade Apprentice: I use to take private Kendo session at my Local Dojo to learn how to wield a blade properly instead of watching those action eastern movies. Though I will never be able to master blade when my teacher died, at least I manage to take his sword when the zombie swarm his dojo. Too bad He only have one real one, the rest are just garbage. ( Bladed weapons can removed limbs of zombies much faster and deals more damaged. Has a 25% chance to behead a zombie or special zombie regardless of their health.)
Bad Traits: Picky Eater: I don't like Broccoli and I will never Stop Hating it! ( Will not eat the food and causes Tiredness to lack of food and discord to the person cooking) Shy: I don't open up to people I don't know because even at all this time during and after the zombie outbreak I still have hard time getting to know new people I met. ( Noting Much but takes a long time to befriend this person).
Cold Killer: Their some people who thought killing another living being is wrong. Especially when one already surrender to us. I take no chances as I make sure no one is alive. Especially when my employer wants a very clean sweep. ( When out taking care of bandits will may just wipe them all out without a chance to comfort them. Leaves no survivors to be recruited or talked to.)
Unique Skill: Assassin: Playing those assassin creed games that I loved I learn that even though it was just a game their are some skills in the game that could benefit me in life. Turns out it did help out, especially during a zombie outbreak. (Can counter attack both zeds and human melee attack, Can assassinate any zeds and humans from a high area. Carry's Throwing knives and can park core).
Story teller: Despite me being very shy I can tell good stories to cheer people. After all it's a good way to raise morale when something bad happens and my stories just happen to be funny ones of some parts of m childhood or things I saw before the zombie outbreak. After all walking in your friend home and see him/her * that animal just makes me want to take a picture of it. I even had a photo (Raises Morale when when at the library or sleeping quarters or the dining area.).
Grave Robber: Sometimes it's still best to loot them even though their zombies or dead humans. After all they sometimes carry rare items on their person. Also that and sometimes some of these zombies carry bits of ammo or material parts on them. Almost feel like that one Skyrim or Fallout game but with zombies as your main enemies and Humans of either factions of bandits. ( Can basically loot any zombies including special infected and also high chance to find a rare item on human enemies and special infected.
Bio: You want to know my life before the zombie Apocalypse. Well it's best you get to know well too long as I might die soon or leave the group at anytime. But I guess it wouldn't hurt if someone remembers me after my death as I have soo my blood on me that's very hard to wash off. No I mean not zombie blood... human blood of the people I kill. Anyways during my childhood I'm always being pick on my peers due to my appearance looking more manly than girly and I'm always the subject on getting pick on. Hell even my teachers said that I look more like a boy than a girl and ask me if I was transgender (WHAT THE FUCK MAN?!). It'd didn't help when my father pass away due to his sickness and my mom have to reduce to herself too... well lets just say she have a lot of visit of different men just to meet ends meet. When I hit high school it got worst as I became the number one punching bag of every bully due to me being more boyish than girlish, lucky all those running around and park core after school from middle and elementary help me evade my bullies, plus the gym teacher was nice enough to let me shower last after P.E. Sadly during my second year of high school my mother... she pass away in her sleep, apparently she overworked her self to death of appealing to other men. I cried so hard that day when she pass away as she was my only last ray of light in this cruel unforgiving world and it was that day I lost all sense of emotes becoming more hollow and cold as the days pass by. When she died I have no other relatives to turn to or contact with, heck not even my fathers parents will take me in, blame me and mother for his death and my mother parents died in a car accident 10 years back after a truck driver lost control of his car during that raining day. With no one to turn too and no way to pay my home I was force to sell most of my family belongings that I need. Jewelries, expensive clothing, electronics, and other etc. After that is finding an apartment and let me tell you this. Finding an apartment is hard and with cost these days I barley manage to find one. It was a strange apartment/Dojo mix up and I got a pretty good deal with monthly rent by being this guy apprentice. The awesome part is he's a blade master and uses real blades instead of this cheap knock off ones. So thus my life as a apprentice blademaster, until I finally know why I manage to get a good deal after 1 year and a half past. Apparently this guy was part of a mercenary group that train promising young teens to become guns/warriors for hire. He was an ex mercenary and the group he worked with has no name to speak of almost like it was never meant to be mention out a loud. Sadly during my idiot teen self I idiotically accepted the offer thinking it was another of one his dumb speeches... maybe I should have pay a bit more attention, anyways after I said that I was knock unconscious and was taken to an unknown place. I can't tell where this place at because if I do I have to kill you, nor what I did during those years. Lets just say it harden me to become more of a cold blooded mercenary killer that kills any target no question ask, so long the pay is good and we don't get double cross. It was going very well for me, got to learn new people, express how some of these targets had it coming or any additional information of the target. Sadly like all things of my life their was one mission that went down hill. My boss gave me my next hit/ kidnapped list. It was a high profile target that will bring in lots of fame and money if I done this right, so naturally I took it. So long I don't kill kids or teens. That's one thing I will never do and surprising the group agreed with me. The sins of the father or mother should not be pass down to their kids just because their parents did something really bad. Unless they are extremely hostile and threaten to take your life you have permission to kill them if the situation arise. My Target is a guy named Derick Eldridge the II. The mission assassinate him when he goes camping in the wilderness at Yellow rock and target should be alone. What I did not expect is that the target is have kids with him, One Male and One Female, and I have to complete this mission in 2 weeks tops. During the first week I observed them from a distance keeping an eye on him and what not, until I finally gotten the pattern down. Every morning around 8:00 A.M he will go down the stream to gather some water and pick up some berries along the way back, probably berry juice. So going to the same spot where he picks some berries I place some some strong Raw meat that should attract bears in the way it may look like an accident and I could play off the ranger near by that heard the scream. Everything was going according to plan and soon Eldridge the II will be bear food and I can already see three hungry bears in the distance... but the sadly things did not go to plan... more like unforeseen obstacle that came into play and that play was the female kid. She was with his father talking to him and both of them did not notice the bears are closing in... I tried to warn them but I was conflicted at that time. In one side I have to kill this man and make sure he dose not survive while the other hand I can't let a kid become collateral damaged... Sadly I didn't get a chance to act as the bear's Roar alerted them... and what I did next was gonna haunt me for life. I let them die on my watch... I could have done something... maybe grab the girl and bring her to safety or tried to protect them and maybe kill him by accident when the threat is sence was... something I don't like to talk about.. and the only thing I did was pick up the body of the girl and bring her back to her campsite where I assume the brother might be their. So I did and what I saw broke him... I didn't bother to comfort him about his sister or father deaths.. I just lay the body down and walk off... but I did called the Ranger station about situation about a family being mauled to death with one survivor. After that I called in my ride to pick me up at the LZ. To this day I will never forget that memory, I should have cancel the contract or I could have tip them off and make sure the kids are safe sadly I did none of those. When I came back to base I shown them the recording of the death of Derick Eldridge II including his daughter... I think I said too much I want to be alone for the moment... also thank you for the time, been while I got someone to talk too without bringing their guns up to my face.
By Gundam-knight-Chris
Aaron Jaeger
Age: 21 (Pre) 23 (Post)
Melee: Katana
Secondary: Bowie knife
Firearm: M4A1 assault rifle
Supplies: Frag Grenade
Weapon specialist: Assault rifles
Special Skill: Scavenger
Trait: Cautious, improviser, learned Japanese, firearm enthusiast
Looks: Short, curly dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and light skin. He wears a black t-shirt, fading dark blue jean pants, a pair of black and white sneakers, black fingerless gloves, and a dark Kevlar vest.
Background: Born the eldest of three, Aaron and his family traveled from state to state and even to other countries due to his parents' military backgrounds. Growing up, his father and mother taught him and his younger brothers different skill sets to prepare them if they should ever go into the military. However, Aaron wanted to go to college and someday go to Japan, but his father would not allow him. Furious, he left home in order to follow his dream, but when zombie apocalypse happened, Aaron quickly returned home only to find his two younger brothers standing over the beaten and zombified forms of his parents. With only each other, the Jaeger brothers traveled on their own, occasionally meeting other survivors but never trusting them.
Jacob Jaeger
Age: 20 (Pre) 22 (Post)
Melee: Baseball bat
Secondary: Hunting knife
Firearm: M39 EMR sniper rifle
Supplies: Extra ammo
Weapon specialist: Sniper rifle
Special skill: Hunter
Trait: People person, party animal, joined JROTC, charmer
Looks: Messy dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and tan skin. Wears a white, green, and red stripe button-up shirt, tan slacks, and brown boots with a pair of aviator sunglasses
Background: The second oldest of three, but generally shorter than his brothers. Like his older brother Aaron, Jacob was trained with a specific set of skills. His is his natural ability to scout and hunt. He joined JROTC to prepare him for the army and after serving throughout high school, he received his transfer papers and prepared to depart. When Aaron left, however, the zombie apocalypse came. His parents were the first victims he came across with his father being his first zombie kill. Even after two years, Jacob tried to keep the mood of his siblings up while also acting as the voice with other survivors.
Sam Jaeger
Age: 18 (Pre) 20 (Post)
Melee: none
Secondary: none
Firearm: none
Supplies: none
Weapon specialist: Heavy weapons
Special skill: Tank
Trait: Laid-back, fearless, potty mouth, loves to cook
Looks: Wild dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, heavy tan skin, and rather chubby. Wears a dark grey sleeveless shirt, light blue gym shorts, blue high-top sneakers, and a pair of wire-rimmed glasses, small bullet scar on the left side of the forehead.
Background: Born the youngest of three yet tallest, Sam was always passive even as he and his family moved throughout the world. When his parents taught them specific skills to survive, Sam seemed to tolerate pain greatly. In middle school and high school, he was bullied for his large size which only made him eat to make himself feel better. This did the opposite and made him rather chubby, but he used his large size to repel his bullies and even struck back. After graduating high school, Sam made plans to be a chef, but the zombie apocalypse happened and opened his eyes. For two years, he's acted as the muscle for his siblings and as the primary cook when needed.
By Wombag1786
Olivia Shotts.
Pre apocalypse age 24 post apocalypse age 26
Melee weapon: modified baseball bat (is signed by Mooki Bretts)
Secondary: trench knife
Fire arm: modified Hooker shotgun. (Holds double the rounds then a normal hooker)
Skill: Blunt weapons.
Special: marathon.
Traits: Bouncer, Baseball fan, Bold driver, can take a punch, canvasser, head in the clouds, easily irritated.
Looks: African American, with jet black hair in a short half shave style. Wears a navy blue hoodie with a Boston Police Department (BPD) bulletproof vest over a navy blue Red Sox shirt. She has a pair of slim tan khakis with a pair of of athletic running shoes. Wears black athletic tape as a make shift glove of her hands. Has a scar coming down her left eyebrow after her first bar fight. Multiple scars from different bar fights and beating the undead, a nasty scar from the time she was empaled in the gut by a razer edge machete, missing a back molar from being punched in face by a juggernaut. Has a tattoo love and hate on her knuckles and another tribal tattoo going down her neck leading down her left arm.
Background: Olivia was a fighter, hell So was her parents. Since the moment she was born she has been fighting for years. Her parents for a start were an odd pair, One her father was from New Orleans and witnessed his father mother and majority of his brothers and sisters butchered, hanged, and lynched by the klan. Despite the horrible upbringing his grandmother told him to never back down, so when the klan came for him well let's just say hack saws really does help with hiding the decomposing bodies. After turning twenty one he worked in his cousins bar as a bartender and a bouncer, eventually moving to Boston to work with another cousin. Her mother had a bit more comfortable life, she was raised in Harlem with two parents who were busy getting her ready for college and later on marriage. Suffice to say she felt pretty cheated out of her childhood. The only time she felt happy was with her grandfather who fought with the Harlem hellfighters. After his passing he gave her his trench knife in his will. She graduated from harvered of 1980 and worked at a law firm in Boston. The job was stressful and demanding but was preferable compared to her parents. After one taxing day a fellow coworker convinced her to go to a bar and well after a few drinks the bartender started looking more and more cute by the second. They hooked up for one meaningless one night stand but it turn into dates then romantic evenings till finally he popped the question and the ring. After three years of marriage the baby was due to arrive but came a full three weeks early. Docs said that Olivia would most likely die, but instead she managed to claw herself away from death it self and grew up to be a real champ. She had a unique skill of fighting with her fist, got into more trouble then her school yard bullies who were sent to the nurse more times then her. Her mother wanted her to grew up to be a lawyer just like her while her father wanted her to be a pro boxer. She ended up doing both, learning boxing skills on the weekends and studying law along with her school work during the weekend. She became the bouncer after a customer pulls a knife on another and nearly killed the current bouncer her uncle. She may have gotten a scar over her eye for the rest of her life but still her dad away kept the news article of her first fight hanging above the bar. After turning eighteen she became the new bouncer to pay for law school, got into a few brawls but always came out on top. While in college she became a huge fan of baseball, she saw every game since twenty thirteen and can remember it by heart. During one game two years ago she and a few friends just got their hands on a baseball bat signed by Mooki Betts when a few of the fans became a bit crazy... and munchy soon Yankie fans and Red Sox fans started munching on each other... literally. She barley got out of their alive and unfortunately the tough town just got even tougher. Her parents didn't survive and her uncle sacrificed himself to get her out of town. Still when life give the apocalypse Olivia leaves life bleeding and bruised in a ditch somewhere, ain't no one gonna take her down. Apocalypse or not. Now Why she in Nebraska, well if you feel like loosing teeth then by all means ask her.
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