by jabberwock » Thu Sep 18, 2014 10:16 am
Name: Indira Oswald
Nickname(s): Indie
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Likes: Running, climbing, rainy days, happy people, honesty.
Dislikes: Death, liars, grumpiness, killing walkers.
Fears: Feeling trapped, losing her brother, killing living people.
Personality: Indie is a person who you will almost never see angry. She's the type who enjoys bottling things up to keep those around her happy. If someone starts shouting, she'll try to calm them down as best she can and will only lose it over something serious. Though, she's pretty gullible and it usually falls to her younger brother to question people about the truth. Lying is something she utterly hates and will usually try to avoid a question if she doesn't like it, rather than lie straight out. However, she will do whatever is needed to protect herself and her brother and does not kill walkers just for fun. They were people once, too, after all. She currently works as a medic, helping out the sick and injured.
Family: Carrie Oswald (mother), Oliver Oswald (father), Samuel Oswald (younger brother), Petra Oswald (younger sister).
History: Born in Dover, England, Indie was raised by a mother and father of average class. Her history isn't exactly unique to most as her childhood was pretty average. When her brother was born, her father got a new job in Georgia in the US and they moved over there. Her younger sister was born two years later. After finishing high school, Indie decided to stay local and study to become a veterinarian at UGA. Then the apocalypse happened and her whole family luckily managed to get away. But, recently, her and her brother were split off from their parents and sister. Their dad returned to them a few months later, telling them that their mother was dead and that their sister was still missing.
Clothing Style: Indie often wears dark clothing; a dark t-shirt, deep blue hoodie and dark jeans with her old, black converse high-tops. She doesn't wear any make-up because what's the point? Everyone looks a mess nowadays anyway.
Weapon: Indie often carries a browning automatic pistol that she will only use in emergencies. It's kept for protection against humans. Her machete is what she uses for killing walkers.
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Name: Pip
Age: 2
Gender: Female
Species: Ferret
Breed:
Owner(s): Indira Oswald
Name: Eddie
Age: 6
Gender: Male
Species: Dog
Breed: Beagle
Owner(s): Indira Oswald
Name: Samuel Oswald
Nickname: Sam
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Likes: Any calm moment, feeling safe, being with his family.
Dislikes: Other people, liars, bullies, rash violence.
Fears: Losing his other sister, never seeing the rest of his family again, heights.
Personality: Sam is a lot more serious than his sister and a lot more prone to anger. Any new person will likely have a huge interrogation on their hands from him. He likes to know people before he trusts them and the more he knows, the stronger the trust. He has serious trust issues due to a few encounters with people after the apocalypse started. He lets his sister pretend she protects him but he also does protect her when he can.
Family: Carrie Oswald (mother), Oliver Oswald (father), Indira Oswald (older sister), Petra Oswald (younger sister).
History: Though born in England, Sam grew up in the USA. His dad got a new job mere months after he was born and they moved when he was a little younger than a year. As with his sister, his childhood was average. He was in high school when the apocalypse started and fled with his family. They were split up after a particularly nasty hoard and they found their father again a few months later. Their mother died a few weeks beforehand and their sister is still MIA.
Clothing Style: Sam usually wears a black t-shirt, grey jacket, blue jeans and sneakers. He's not really one for combing his hair either.
Weapon: Sam uses a shotgun his dad gave him.
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Name: Duke
Age: 4
Gender: Male
Species: Dog
Breed: St Bernard
Owner(s): Sam Oswald
Name: Oliver Oswald
Nickname: Quite a few people just call him 'Oswald'.
Age: 51
Gender: Male
Group or Loner: Leader of his group.
Likes: Friendly people, canines, guns, safety, history, teaching.
Dislikes: Long silences, hostile people, bullies, arrogance.
Fears: Losing what family he has left, being made out to be a fool, having to kill one of his group that turns.
Personality: Oliver is a determined man. Determined to keep his group safe, to find an ultimate safe place and to get them all a happy life where they don't have to worry about the dead. He hates those who try to go up against his group but does love to add more to the numbers that live with him. This doesn't mean he is a pushover. Those who want to join the group will undergo a supervision period of around two weeks. If this all goes well, they will become a trusted member.
Family: Carrie Oswald (wife, deceased), Indira Oswald (daughter), Samuel Oswald (son), Petra Oswald (daughter, missing)
History: Oliver met his future wife, Carrie, back in high school. They were school sweethearts and married only a year out of sixth form college (at the age of nineteen). They then went into university, Oliver studying history whilst his wife studied psychology. After graduation, his parents both died in a tragic car accident- leaving him their vast fortune. With the money, the pair of them decided to travel the globe- setting out for a five year expedition with short trips home to visit the family back home. His wife discovered she was pregnant a decade after they had married- giving birth to a beautiful baby girl. They finally settled down in Dover, England. Oliver set up life as a History professor at a local university and Carrie chose to be a housewife. They had a boy six years after the girl and shortly after, Oliver got an offer from a high ranking university in the USA for a well-paid job. They packed up and moved over pretty quickly. His children went to school there and made friends and everything seemed to be going well. Then the apocalypse began.
Clothing Style: Oliver used to be a man that always wore shirts and jackets. These clothes were unsuitable for the apocalypse, however, so he now usually wears a pair of black combat trousers, thick-soled hiking boots and a plain black t-shirt.
Weapon: Oliver uses an M16A2 rifle.
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Relationship Status: Widower
Other:
Name: Thalia Blake
Nickname: None
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Group or Loner: Loner
Likes: Being on her own, her dogs, cars, guns, knives.
Dislikes: Company, people who think they're better than others.
Fears: Infection finally taking hold, losing her dogs, being completely alone, small spaces.
Personality: Thalia mainly comes off as being a very blunt person. She will say whatever comes to mind, never caring of other people's feelings or messing up her relationship with a person. She hates to lose and sees everything and anything as a competition. It isn't often that she makes alliances and she'll most likely end up betraying those who try. Being around people makes her feel edgy and uncomfortable due to having nearly been killed by many people in the past due to her... immunity.
Family: All dead so what does it matter?
History: Thalia worked as a kind-of 'survivalist'. She learned most of what she knows from her dad whom she used to go hunting and camping with. She finds it easier to survive in forest areas for this reason but does go into cities to scavenge what she can. As of now, Thalia is the only known person with an immunity to the zombie bite. She has three scars; one on her shoulder, one on her calf and one on her ribs- all from walkers.
Clothing Style:
Weapon: Beneli M4 Shotgun
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Other:
Name: Marmalade
Age: 8
Gender: Male
Species: Dog
Breed: Great Dane
Owner(s): Thalia Blake
Name: Destrian
Age: 2
Gender: Male
Species: Dog
Breed: GSD
Owner(s): Thalia Blake
Name: Radar
Age: 3 months
Gender: Male
Species: Dog
Breed: Basset Hound
Owner(s): Thalia Blake
Last edited by
jabberwock on Sat Sep 20, 2014 7:12 am, edited 2 times in total.
`Twas brillig,
and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
- Lewis CarrollFanfiction Account 
Jubjub bird
