. ｆａｌｌｉｎｇ ☄ ｓｋｉｅｓ → ＯＰＥＮ

[credence]

ｆａｌｌｉｎｇ ｓｋｉｅｓ




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Aliens. Some of us saw it coming. The people standing on the corner of the street with the signs shouting 'the end is coming,' some of us thought they were crazy. A lot of us thought they were crazy. They were wrong. It was nearly six months ago when the invasion had begun. All military bases, planes, ships, submarines, everything was taken out. There are no soldiers left. The capitols came next, all simultaneously exploding into craters of nothing. Then they got here. We call them Skitters, because we simple have no other name for them. They started wiping us out too, killing the adults and capturing the children in these harness type things that let the Skitters be able to control them. Mass murder and mind control, these Skitters are great neighbors. A lot of people gave us in the early days. It was just another airing of 'War of the Worlds,' people killing themselves left and right. But there are some of us who still fight, even if it is already for a lost cause. This is our home, whether or not these Skitters like it. This is our planet. We will fight for our children, our lives, and our home. It doesn't matter if they kill us. So we survive. As long as we can and as hard as we can, we try to fight back. We have weapons, we have some food, and we have hope. Sometimes all you need is that last one to win a war. We run midnight operations to find more supplies. It doesn't matter if they kill us, just as long as we can scar them just a little.

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It was a week ago when our whole Massachusetts Militia split up into twelve groups, each of one hundred fighters and two hundred civilians. We lost contact within forty-eight hours. We began heading towards the more Mid-Western part of America, most likely anywhere between Indiana and Missouri. We have no idea how many of the other Masses made it out. We can only hope they are alive. But in reality, we have to assume we are the only ones left. We are the 12th Massachusetts, and we are going to survive, because some of us saw it coming.


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ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｒｏｌｅ－ｐｌａｙ

☄ obey all of Tess's and Nick's rules, including the explicit sexual content rules
☄ no Mary-Sue's or Gary-Sue's
☄ your character does have weaknesses and inabilities, so remember to show them
☄ do not fall for your own character
☄ not everyone has had experience with weapons before, so keep that in mind
☄ the ratio of Fighters to Civilians is one to two, for every fighter please have at least two civilians
☄ obey the higher rankings, you are not Katniss Everdeen here to defy Snow or Coin
☄ keep the sex ratio even, one boy for every girl
☄ about twenty percent of the 12th Mass are teenagers, there are adults, children, and elderly people, so don't only make teenagers
☄ do not have Skitters invade the 12th Mass whenever you feel like it, please ask me first
☄ star (*) out your swear words when you use them, but do not use them often
☄ please fill out your form fully, with good descriptions and grammar
☄ no fontmeme or images in your RP posts, only in your form
☄ I expect five to ten lines per post, with half-way decent grammar at the least
☄ I am at rights to decline your form or to suspend or even ban you from this role-play if you refuse to obey the rules
☄ when does an Emo kid have time to be Emo during an alien invasion?
☄ please, no characters from the TV show
☄ αsн and Helmuth are my m̶̶i̶̶n̶̶i̶̶o̶̶n̶̶s̶ mini-mods




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ｏｆ ｔｈｅ １２ｔｈ ｍａｓｓａｃｈｕｓｅｔｔｓ

☄ the Commander's word is law
☄ obey your higher ranks
☄ no one is to leave the 12th Mass without permission from the Commander
☄ you must qualify the Commander's training before becoming a Fighter

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☄ lucas matthew phelps || male || 30 || Nookzaful || page 1
☄ allison mae williamson || female || 22 || Song & Lyric || page 3
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☄ blythe harper || female || 19 || W o l v e s || page 1
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☄ charlotte thalia phelps || female || 7 || Nookzaful || page 1
☄ jason harper || male || 11 || W o l v e s || page 1
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[credence]

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Skitters
Massachusetts Militia
Overlords

[credence]

ＮＩＣＥ ＴＯ ＭＥＥＴ ＹＯＵ

☄ full name :: “My name is Cameron Hovis Jameson.”
☄ nick name :: “Most people call me Sir or Cam.”
☄ age :: “I’m twenty-four-years-old.”
☄ gender :: “I’m a woman, though some people call me Sir, which amuses me.”

ＣＯＬＯＲＳ ＡＮＤ ＲＵＬＥＲＳ

☄ hair color :: “My hair is a dark brown, very close to being black. In fact, it looks black unless you see it in the light.”
☄ eye color :: “My eyes are a mix between a dark, chocolate brown and a chestnut.”
☄ nationality :: “I am a mix of nearly everything. My mother was half-Japanese and half-Puerto Rican and my father was American with some Cherokee background.”
☄ weight :: “I weigh roughly around one-hundred-thirty pounds.”
☄ height :: “Most of my heritage passes on the genes of being shorter, so I’m five feet and four inches tall.”

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☄ personality :: "It’s one of those times when you know who you used to be, but you’re not quite sure who you are now. I remember I used to be really funny, and hopefully I’ve held onto that. Sarcasm had been my best friend since I was sixteen. I loved lame jokes; the lamer they are the funnier they are. Even when I was out in the field, I was happy, which is strange when you’re in the middle of a war. But I was a happy person. I was falling in love, after all. I was never really proud of the things I did in my time in the military, but I don’t see how I can change the past now. I was never a brave or strong person before I joined the military. All I really knew is that my older brother died, and I wanted revenge. I figured that if I did the brave thing then bravery would follow. Eventually it did, if what I did was brave. I can really only hope to clean my ledger by fighting for my son, fighting for this world. All I really know about who I am right now is that I’m a woman who has lost everyone she’s known except for her son, and that my need to take out these aliens is one of the only three things driving me on: to keep my son safe, to try to save the world, and to take revenge. That’s who I am now."

☄ history :: "My story isn't well known to most people. I grew up in Queens, New York, with my parents, and older and younger brothers. My older brother, Jared, died in action overseas when I was seventeen. I finished high school, and then I enlisted on Jared's 19th birthday. I got my basic training done, and was moved to the sniper division. Jared's old team leader heard I got in, and asked to meet me. I don't remember much of what was said, much less what I said. I remember trying not to cry, but then finally breaking, and him holding me. That was probably not a great way to start a professional career. The team leader, Zacharias Jameson, did have me put in his team, though. We got really close over the years. He wasn't even five years older than me. In a lot of ways, he was a lot like Jared, which is funny, because he said I was like Jared. So, I spent half my time in the military in his unit. I was twenty by the time I noticed something else in his eyes when he looked at me. After that it didn’t take me long to realize I wasn’t looking at him in the way I used to either.

Another tour later, and I was promoted and started running my own unit. Interestingly enough, our tours ended on the same day and we took the same plane back to the States. I went back to my apartment in St. Louis, and it was only a few weeks before I had a new neighbor. Zach found me somehow, and ‘accidentally’ moved into the same apartment complex as me. I didn’t realize until a month after we started rotating dinner at each other’s apartments that his moving there was no accident. We went back in for another tour. My mother got sick a few weeks before my last tour ended, and when it was over I went back home to stay with my parents until my mother died of cancer four months later. The night she died, Zach was the first one I called. It was the middle of the night, and he stayed up for hours talking to me. After the funeral I went back to St. Louis. I eventually questioned Zach on why he moved to that particular apartment complex, and he finally told me that he just wanted to be near me, and then he asked me out officially. A couple months after that he moved in with me, and eight months after that, he finally purposed. It seemed really fast at the moment, but after you’ve fought for each other’s lives day after day for years, have depended on each other for that long, it’s easy to put the cherry on top. We were married a month later. It wasn’t the wedding we planned, but it was the one that meant the most.

A year later, and I wanted to go in for one more tour before we started a family. The military was really the only thing I knew how to do. So, I went in for the final time while he stayed behind in and started building our house in southern Missouri. But there was a change in plans. It turned out I was pregnant and was moved to a tech in Langley, working on some national defense system with my younger brother, Harold. I flew back to Missouri when I was seven months pregnant, and Zach had finished our house. I went into labor two weeks after the attacks came, and gave birth to Zacharias Jameson Jr.

In honest, we were always the sort to be prepared. We had a stash of canned food and weapons in our basement. For months I’ve been telling people that my husband is simply missing. The true story is that the food started running low during the fifth week after the attack. Zach went out to hunt, and came running back to the house with a Mec on his tail. I found out a grenade took it out pretty easily, but I had to get really close. But, Zach got hit in the leg, and with all my training for field wounds, I couldn’t stop the bleeding. He died in my arms. I couldn’t stand to be there anymore, so I took Baby Zach and left. I found the Massachusetts Militia two weeks later, and I became one of the leaders, lesser than some but the rank was higher than most. We split up and I was made second in command of the 12th Mass. Now, I’m leading an army with a seven-month-old baby to take care of."

☄ family :: "My mother and older brother died years ago, and my father was in California the last I heard. My brother was in what used to be Langley."
☄ spouse :: "I was engaged once, but the attacks kind of interrupted the actual wedding."
☄ children :: "I have my son, Zach Jr."
☄ siblings :: "My older brother died years ago, and I had a younger brother living in Langley when the attacks came. That’s gone, so I suppose he is too."
☄ boyfriend/girlfriend :: "I have no boyfriend."
☄ crush :: "Don't have one of those either."
☄ sexual orientation :: "I’m straight."

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☄ rank :: "I've been placed at second in command."
☄ weapons :: "I have a M16, AK-47, a Brugger & Thomet APR sniper rifle, all of which I don't carry at once. I always keep a few knives on me."
☄ skills :: "During my time in the military I trained in hand-to-hand combat, disarming, edged weapons, and sharpshooting. I later went on to train in the sniper division, and ranked top ten in my unit."

[credence]

☄ ｒｅｓｅｒｖｅｄ ｆｏｒ ｆｕｔｕｒｅ ｕｓｅ ☄

[kopus]

ＮＩＣＥ ＴＯ ＭＥＥＴ ＹＯＵ

☄ full name :: "My name is Jacob Green. I was named after my father so I guess that makes me a Jr. if you can really smart. And personally, trust me, I'd pick a different name if I could." - Jacob Green (Jr.)
☄ nick name :: "I have no real nicknames, I just go by Jake." - none.
☄ age :: "I am thirty two years old. I was born October 20, 1980." - 32, born Oct 20, 1980.
☄ gender ::"This is a strange question but I am male. A man. A fighter." - male.

ＣＯＬＯＲＳ ＡＮＤ ＲＵＬＥＲＳ

☄ hair color :: "I have dark brown shaggy hair that is constantly in my eyes and is very irritating. It is thick but not really and it goes with the flow of my personality. I never brush it or wash it usually. I just thought I should add that." - brown.
☄ eye color :: "My eyes are a deep brown I guess although the color isn't noticed often. IT just blends in and isn't too strong." - dark brown
☄ nationality :: "I'm actually American." - American.
☄ weight :: "I weigh one hundred and seventy pounds and I like to think it's all muscle because I have an extremely nice build. I work out every single day with whatever I can find with enough weight on it." - 170 lbs.
☄ height :: "I am actually pretty short I believe .. I'm five feet and ten inches." - 5'10"

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☄ personality :: "Urm, I've been known to be a bad boy when I was younger and I admit it too. But, I'm quite sarcastic, cocky, snarky,
☄ history ::
Six months ago my wife was killed from the Skitters. A few months before that she told me she was going to have a baby. We were so excited and ready for this child to be in our lives but then the skitters took her life, along with the baby's life.
☄ family :: "I had one, but you know. I had one. Everybody did once." - none.
☄ spouse :: "I had a wife but she was killed by the skitters a few months back." - single.
☄ children :: "She was pregnant with a little boy but I don't know about now. She could be alive and had the baby but nobody knows and I'm trying to find out." - A baby boy.
☄ siblings :: "I was an only child that I know of. And I never knew my real mom and dad." - unknown
☄ boyfriend/girlfriend :: "None. I'm single and am not going to get over my wife for some time now." - single
☄ crush :: "None." - none
☄ sexual orientation :: "Actually, I'm pretty straight. That's why I was married to a woman and was about to have a child with her." - Straight

ＬＯＡＤＩＮＧ ＴＨＥ ＧＵＮ

☄ rank :: "I'm a fighter." - Fighter
☄ weapons :: "Getting to the big guns. Here is the girlie. Also, I carry many other weapons with me. Explosives, smaller guns, and many knives. Always got to be prepared, right?" - lots and lots of goodies in this halloween bag.
☄ skills :: "Many and that means a lot to list. I'm a fighter, know many things and am a weapons specialist." - lots.

I am making my male as soon as possible. Save me a fighter spot.

ＮＩＣＥ ＴＯ ＭＥＥＴ ＹＯＵ

☄ full name ::"My full name is Alice Blanchard." - Alice Blanchard
☄ nick name :: "Most and many call me just Alice, or Ms. Blanchard." - Alice or Ms. Blanchard.
☄ age :: "I am thirty four years old. I was born May 22, 1978, Memphis. Although some days I don't really feel like I'm thirty four.." - 34
☄ gender :: "Well, this is one of the strangest questions I've ever been asked before, and trust me, my school students used to ask me odd questions. But, I am female. A woman." - Female.

ＣＯＬＯＲＳ ＡＮＤ ＲＵＬＥＲＳ

☄ hair color :: "My hair color is a dark black that makes the pretty blue color of my eyes stand out very well." - Black
☄ eye color :: "My eyes are a dark blue, although they seem to change colors with the bright clothing I wear some days so it's mainly just weird and off and on." - Blue.
☄ nationality :: "I'm American." - American
☄ weight :: "Hmm. I weigh roughly around one hundred and thirty eight pounds. Maybe less though. I am a bit chubby but not very over weight." - 138 lbs.
☄ height :: "I am five feet and six inches which is .. 1.68 m." - 5'6".

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☄ personality :: "I've always been told that I am sweet, kind and caring, which can be true at times I'd say. I normally never ever lie unless it is for an extremely good reason. So, that adds up to being sweet, kind, caring, truthful, and lets find some more. I am helpful and wise, strong and brave, a little cocky and sarcastic when time to be, I'm very funny although serious and real when important matters occur. I can be a little child like and foolish but am quite understanding and a strong woman. I try to do my best when helping and I try to stay strong, comforting, important, useful and responsible." - Sweet, kind, caring, truthful, helpful and useful, funny and goofy, sarcastic and cocky at times, comforting, important and responsible, helpful, understanding and a strong woman.
☄ history :: "Do you want my child and teenage past or the past before this whole chaos started? Don't worry, I'll give you both. But, first will be the life before this happened past. So here we go.

Before all of this skitters thing occurred to our planet, I was a school teacher in Storybrooke, Main. I moved to Storybrooke because I had heard it was a good town with nice people and other things like that. But, yes, I was a school teacher. I taught little children about many many important things that they should know. But, Storybrooke was a nice town with many nice, caring and warm hearted people. But, there actually was a man in Storybrooke that I loved dearly. But, that was in the past so lets get on with the stories. - Ms. Blanchard was a school teacher in Storybrooke, Main.

When I was a child, well, I never got to know my mother because she died after she gave birth to me. She instantly went into a bad coma and a few months after that she died. My father raised me into a strong woman, he taught me to hunt and survive if anything ever happened where I would have to use these skills and I'm very glad he did. " - Mother went into coma and died, father raised her.

☄ family ::"I am an only child and my parents are gone now but I had them once, well at least my dad." - Only child, parents gone.
☄ spouse :: "I have no spouse. I've always been looking for one but yeah. I'm single at the moment and I am really not expecting me to not be single any time soon." - Single.
☄ children :: "I've always dreamed of having a few but never you know, got around to it. I love children though and that's why I was a school teacher before all of this happened." - None.
☄ siblings :: "I was an only children actually, so I have no brothers or sisters. But, I did have my mom and dad before but now I'm on my own." - only child, parents gone.
☄ boyfriend/girlfriend :: "Oh, heavens no. I don't have a boyfriend and plus I don't like the term of dating it just seems like a waste of time." - single.
☄ crush :: "Not really, I mean the men in the group are attractive but it isn't the right time to really find love." - none
☄ sexual orientation :: "I am straighter than a board it's self." - Straight.

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☄ rank :: "Rank? Oh, sorry dear I'm only a civilian." - Civilian.
☄ weapons :: "I don't touch weapons, and I don't really know how to use them much. My father taught me how to shoot but that was when I was a teenager and I don't exactly remember right now, but I would probably be able to load and shoot one if needed." - none
☄ skills :: "Skills? I don't have really good skills. My parents always told me I was special but that's only to make the kid feel good, you know? The only thing I am good at is cooking, art, and medical things." - A few

[jabberwock]

ＮＩＣＥ ＴＯ ＭＥＥＴ ＹＯＵ
☄ full name :: Blythe Harper
☄ nick name :: None
☄ age :: 18
☄ gender :: Female


ＣＯＬＯＲＳ ＡＮＤ ＲＵＬＥＲＳ
☄ hair color :: It's a dull brown colour. Even before the skitters invaded she didn't like hair dyes and products.
☄ eye color :: Bright green, most likely her best feature. She shared that certain colour with her mother when she was alive.
☄ nationality :: White, English
☄ weight :: 123lbs, slightly underweight but that's what 6 months of stress and worry would do to you.
☄ height :: She's just a little under average at 5'3. She does wish she was taller however.


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☄ personality :: Blythe can be rather flirty around people of the opposite gender. She will often not realize she is doing so as it is just instinct to her now. This flirting is usually playful, never serious, and can sometimes get her in a lot of trouble. She can often do this when she wants or needs something from that particular boy, regularly something which she will pickpocket when the male is distracted.
She is harmless usually, unless someone else that she cares about is in danger. She has no care for her own safety and will not lash out if someone hurts her. This is rather strange but it is due to her not liking to hurt people. Even though she makes out that she does not care for anyone, she still does not like violence, even if in her favour. This is only with humans though. She hates the aliens and definitely does not care about them. They are the only creatures she finds it acceptable to hurt.
Blythe's outer shell is hard and tough, almost impossible to break through. Sometimes, however, it can crack under the correct sort of strain. If someone acts as though they care for her and they prove it to her then she will open up.
Gullibility is also another of Blythe's traits. If she trusts someone then she will never know if they are lying, going along with any sort of non-truth they will tell her. It is the opposite for people she does not trust. She will be wary and most likely rule off anything they say as a lie.
☄ history :: Blythe was raised in Cambridge, England. She was an athletic, sporty, popular teenager with an adoration of animals and nature. She had a perfect life in England with her mother, father and younger brother Jason. Then her mother was diagnosed with schizophrenia and at one point even tried to kill Blythe herself. Her mother was put into a mental institute and was later found hung in her room. Blythe has never told anyone about it.
Soon after, her father decided to get a new start. At the age of twelve, Blythe had to relocate to America. He moved them into a house in the country, with the next house being about a half hour drive away. Blythe became interested in the nature around them and her father bought her her most prized possession, a book with the uses of many different plants and herbs. She still has it to this day.
When the invasion started, Blythe and her family found out later than the other people. As soon as they heard, they didn't do anything. They were quite safe where they were. Then supplies began to run out in the winter, there were no plants or animals for them to eat so they had to move. Eventually, her father was killed but Blythe managed to keep her brother safe. They both managed to find the 12th Mass and have been there ever since.
☄ family :: Her brother, Jason.
☄ spouse :: Open
☄ children :: Nope
☄ siblings :: Her brother, Jason.
☄ boyfriend/girlfriend :: Open
☄ crush :: Open
☄ sexual orientation :: Straight


ＬＯＡＤＩＮＧ ＴＨＥ ＧＵＮ
☄ rank :: Fighter
☄ weapons :: Galil MAR carbine
☄ skills :: Pickpocketing, plant and animal knowledge, athletic and agility skills, spying



ＮＩＣＥ ＴＯ ＭＥＥＴ ＹＯＵ
☄ full name :: Jason Harper
☄ nick name :: Jay
☄ age :: 11
☄ gender :: Male


ＣＯＬＯＲＳ ＡＮＤ ＲＵＬＥＲＳ
☄ hair color :: Black, like his father. In the way Blythe looks like their mother, Jason looks like his father.
☄ eye color :: Brown, almost black. Some people call him the 'demon child' at times.
☄ nationality :: English
☄ weight :: 100lbs
☄ height :: 4'9


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☄ personality :: Jason is a very excitable child. He is constantly talking to people and hates when he has to be quiet. He can really annoy people but he can't help it. It is a good indicator of when something is wrong though. If he is frightened or not feeling too well then he will go silent.
He hates being alone and also the quiet. The quiet actually makes him scared because he thinks it is unnatural. He is also afraid of rodents and bats, both he thinks are scary looking.
He is a very trusting person and never questions anything that another human does. He will get confused at certain things but he does not ask for reasons and will just do what he is told. For this reason, he is easily manipulated.
☄ history :: You can just look at Blythe's.
☄ family :: His sister, Blythe.
☄ spouse ::
☄ children ::
☄ siblings :: His sister, Blythe.
☄ boyfriend/girlfriend ::
☄ crush ::
☄ sexual orientation :: Straight


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☄ rank :: Civilian
☄ weapons ::
☄ skills :: He is good at talking, running, annoying people, helping out, delivering messages

[kopus]

[[@Wolves -- Blythe's weight is pretty unrealistic; an athletic eighteen-year-old
would not weigh so little. Could you please change it? I would like it if you could be more
descriptive in the Colors and Rulers section. I'll wait to accept you until after this has been
changed and the second form is done.]]

[jabberwock]

(Actually, she's only slightly underweight. I did check before I wrote that.)

[Please Delete_]

ＮＩＣＥ ＴＯ ＭＥＥＴ ＹＯＵ
☄ full name :: Lucas Matthew Phelps.
☄ nick name :: Luke.
☄ age :: Thirty years old. He was born on the 11th January 1983.
☄ gender :: Male.


ＣＯＬＯＲＳ ＡＮＤ ＲＵＬＥＲＳ
☄ hair color :: Light brown with hints of blonde and darker brown woven in.
☄ eye color :: Hazel, with a little extra green thrown in. Quite a nice colour.
☄ nationality :: Caucasian American.
☄ weight :: As a mechanic, Luke is a little heavier than more guys. He's 156lbs.
☄ height :: At 5' 11, Luke is about average in the height department, maybe a little taller. He's quite happy with his height.

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☄ personality :: A friendly, outgoing guy with tons of energy, Luke is an enjoyable guy to be around. After seeing so many people worse of than him, he takes time to enjoy the simple things in life. He's a lover of both animals and nature, appreciating the wholesome goodness they bring to humanity. As an extension of this, he tries to take care of the environment as much as he can. He's physically fit, and before the Skitters came he enjoyed participating in team sports. As a father, he is naturally protective of younger or perceived weaker people, and is an extremely good caregiver.
☄ history :: Born to two aspiring writers with a passion for travel, Luke's family never stayed put long. From birth to the age of eight, the boy managed to visit a total of twenty-two countries, an impressive tally for such a young boy. However, these adventures stopped after a tour-bus very nearly collided with their car on a Bolivian mountain road. It shook his parents so badly they got the very next plane home, and didn't travel again until Luke was much older.

Experiencing such a wide variety of cultures, Luke grew up to be pretty well-rounded, friendly young man. In particular, he fell in love with Spain and Spanish Culture, eventually marrying a girl he met out there at the tender age of nineteen. Her name was Cristina, and it was pretty much 'Love at First Sight'. He was always the romantic. After they returned home, Luke trained as a mechanic, becoming quite skilled at his craft. He managed to open his own shop by the time he was in his mid-twenties.

He became a dad considerably young, being only 23 when Charlie was born. This didn't stop him being a great father though, and every bit of free time was spent with his daughter or wife. He cherished them, and never let them forget it. When the Skitters arrived, his wife was at work, whilst he was at home. She called him from her office block, which was surrounded by them with no way of escape. As he tried to console her, she killed herself, leaving him as the sole caretaker of their little girl.
☄ family :: The only one he knows is alive is his daughter, Charlotte. She means the world to him. His parents could still be around, but he was had contact with them in years.
☄ spouse :: Adriana, his wife, committed suicide
☄ children :: Charlie is his daughter, the only thing he holds dear in this new world.
☄ siblings :: No, he's an only child.
☄ boyfriend/girlfriend :: He's still recovering from the death of his wife.
☄ crush :: Open.
☄ sexual orientation :: Straight.

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☄ rank :: Scout.
☄ weapons :: He has a preference for Melee weapons, but can shoot. Most of the time, he just borrows any weapon he can get his hands on.
☄ skills :: A master at anything mechanical, Luke is the one you would call if you need assistance with repair work.
.He is able to find exactly what he needs when out scavenging, making him great for the job.



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☄ full name :: Charlotte Thalia Phelps.
☄ nick name :: Charlie.
☄ age :: Seven years old, nearly eight. Her birthday is in the April, the 25th to be precise. She was born in 2006.
☄ gender :: Female.


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☄ hair color :: Dark brown/black.
☄ eye color :: Brown.
☄ nationality :: Mixed Race-American.
☄ weight :: Charlie is 48lbs, which is slightly lighter than others her age, but not by a huge amount.
☄ height :: At 3'10", Charlie is a little shorter than average too, as her mother was in life.

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☄ personality :: A quiet, serious young girl, Charlie seems to be much wiser than her seven years. She can also be very observant, perhaps due to her quietness. As is typical of a child, she is very honest, having the childlike sense of innocence many adults marvel at. Not being an overly affectionate child, Charlie isn't often very demonstrative of her feelings. She adores her father though, and sometimes takes a liking to the strangest people.

Learning new skills is one of Charlie's favorite things. For example, when she first started learning to read, she was very enthusiastic. As with all of Charlie's skills, it only took a short time for her to learn. Also, she is a very easy going girl, doing whatever she is told.
☄ history :: As soon as Charlie was born, she was adored by both parents. Both her father and mother had desperately wanted a little girl, so they were overjoyed when she turned out as she did. Her years were spent peacefully and without many dramatic events. In fact, her whole life was spent as normally as any childhood, until the Skitters attacked. Her mother was working, and killed herself after her office was completely surrounded by the creatures. All the while she was on the phone to her father, who was powerless to stop her.

Charlie managed to get away with her father, and they escaped with their lives intact. They kept travelling until they reached the Massachusetts Militia, and when they split into groups they went along with the 12th Mass.
☄ family :: The only person Charlie has left now is her father, Lucas. Her mother, Cristina, committed suicide when this all started. Her father, wanting to protect his daughter from this awful truth, hid this. Both sets of grandparents status' are unknown, and her uncle's family on her mother's side live in Spain, so nobody really knows about them.
☄ spouse :: N/A.
☄ children :: N/A.
☄ siblings :: She would love a brother or sister one day, but no, not currently.
☄ boyfriend/girlfriend :: Nope.
☄ crush :: Nope.
☄ sexual orientation :: Unknown.

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☄ rank :: Civilian.
☄ weapons :: None.
☄ skills :: Charlie can't really do much, as she is only a child. However, she can fit into tight spaces where adults cannot. Also, she is being taught how to use certain weapons by other members of the Mass, so that will soon be a skill.