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𝑰 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑨 𝑫𝑬𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑹

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jade green eyes, golden brown hair, 5'5" with lean physique;
shrapnel scars across left shoulder, thin scar on right temple
that fades into her hairline; younger sister of August Thomas
+ resourceful // — underlying capacity for ruthlessness

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To this day, River credits her and her brother's sur-
vival through the early years of the end to their wid-
owed father. Having already lost his wife when River
was only a few months old, he fought tooth and nail
to save his children from the Flu, and then the dan-
gers of the world that awaited them on the other side.
River was only five years old when the Flu arrived,
and ten to his brother August's fifteen when their fa-
ther died from an infection festering in the bite of a
feral dog. They wandered out into the post-Flu world
with only each other to keep them safe, and things
got complicated further when River lost the majority
of her hearing to the blast of an explosive device
thrown at them during a roadside ambush. For weeks,
they held on to hope that she would recover, but her
hearing never did come back. River and August were
never so lucky as to happen upon a friendly settlement
until they were in their twenties. As a consequence,
in her teens, River picked up every skill necessary to
remain alive, whether it was learning to pretend that
she was hearing to keep herself from becoming a tar-
get, or to stitch up and clean the wounds they both
received in their desperate attempts to keep the oth-
er alive.

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River Elodie Thomas, settlement nurse, she/her,
cisfemale, twenty-five y/o, bisexual biromantic

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August Callan Thomas, settlement stablehand,
cismale, he/him, thirty y/o, heterosexual heterorom.

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blue eyes, golden brown hair, 6'4" with a muscular build; left
leg is amputated from below the knee, & he wears a durable
black mesh prosthesis in its place; older brother of River
Thomas; + kind, patient, loyal // — over-trusting, compliant

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𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏❜𝒕 ────────
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While River can barely remember anything from the
time before the Flu, August was already ten when it
happened. He can remember glimpses of their moth-
er, of playing in the park, school bullies, and for some
reason, riding the escalator at the mall. When August
was seven years old, three years before the Flu, he
was diagnosed with osteosarcoma in his left leg, and
the doctors considered it best to deal away with the
entire thing. This led to teasing from other kids, but
his sister, River, was only ever fascinated and adoring
when it came to her older brother. They've been close
since, and while River cannot remember it, the chaos
of the initial outbreak only made August want to pro-
tect her even more. He can remember the heavy snow
that winter, the long lines of cars stuck on the high-
ways as people attempted to drive away from an ill-
ness that was already everywhere. August is inherently
a gentle person, but when it came to choosing between
letting River starve and stealing after their father's
death, he went with the latter. Even when it made
him hate himself.

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─ 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒏❜𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚❟ 𝑰❜𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆

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Nearly everyone in the settlement knows of the Thomas siblings.
They're hard-working, and tend to get along with everyone at
least on the surface, but what makes them dangerous is that
they would kill to protect each other.
Although communicating in ASL is a necessity due to River's
deafness, there are those who are wary about their ability to
talk to each other without most of those around knowing what
they are saying. And maybe they are correct in being nervous.
What the siblings have elected not to tell anyone is that for a
few difficult years, they survived by scamming and holding up
travelers just west of the great lakes area, taking advantage
of River's disarming appearance, and August's strength and
stature. By the time the red bandanas took over and forced
them to flee for their lives, River was barely twenty and August
had grown sick of himself. They may have never killed anyone,
but they were sentencing them to their possible deaths by
robbing them of their supplies.
The greatest gift that August ever got River was a guide to
ASL, which allowed them to begin communicating again after
her injury through a means other than pen and paper in the
years that followed. River is almost entirely deaf, and the
only sounds she is still able to hear are loud and low, such
as gunshots.

The pair are originally from the Canadian side of the border
of Washington State and British Columbia. They have spent
most of their lives slowly moving along the border toward
the east, until they found themselves settling at Lake Michigan.

the dynamic I'm going for:

august: "why are you covered
in blood"
river: "bestie don't even worry
about it"
august: "??"
river: "it's all mine : )"
august: "??????"

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Jane Elise Samson, survivor (bow hunter, trader),
cisfemale, she/her, thirty-three y/o, lesbian, 5'9"
with an athletic physique, inky black hair & dark
green eyes; she has a number of scars all over her
body from years of hunting and defending herself

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Jane is almost reclusive, not necessarily because
she enjoys life that way, but because of a trauma-
related inability to trust in others. Yet she's got
strong morals and a biting sense of humor.

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Jane was thirteen when the Flu came to her rural hometown. Both of her parents
commuted to the city for work, and they fell ill quickly. In a day, they were gone.
For some reason, Jane herself was spared from the sickness, and for nearly two
months, she hid out in their family home before emerging into a town that had
emptied out. Not knowing what else to do, she packed her things and just began
walking. If there's one event in her entire life that she would refer to as lucky, it
was happening upon another group of people on a deserted highway — an older
woman and her son, and the two teenagers they had picked up along the way.
They were making their way to the west, to Toronto, having heard a rumor that
the Canadian military had established a manner of safe zone within the city. The
woman's son was a veteran and an experienced hunter, who took it upon himself
to teach the kids skills they would need to survive now as they traveled. These
are some of Jane's fondest memories: sitting around a fire, learning about bows
and the uses of a hunting knife, and hitting her first bullseye in the woods. The
rumor about Toronto turned out to be untrue, but by then, they were all tired of
travel, and decided to settle down in the outskirts of the city, where they could
hunt and rebuild some manner of life for themselves.

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𝑰❜𝑴 𝑮𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑨 𝑲𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑰𝑭 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑫𝑶𝑵❜𝑻 𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑻 𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑰𝑻 ───
─── 𝘐 𝘋𝘖𝘕'𝘛 𝘍𝘖𝘙𝘎𝘐𝘝𝘌 𝘠𝘖𝘜, 𝘉𝘜𝘛 𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘋𝘖𝘕'𝘛 𝘏𝘖𝘓𝘋 𝘔𝘌 𝘛𝘖 𝘐𝘛

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For six years, Jane lived with them, coming to consider the man — Eric — a father-
figure and her fellow kids as siblings of a sort. Jane was nineteen when they arrived,
another group of harmless-looking wanderers, asking whether they could spend the
winter before continuing their journey south. Cautiously, Eric agreed, and when the
first night had gone by without incident, they made the mistake of letting down their
guard. Jane remembers waking up to a shout, then a scream, the only light falling
down on their camp coming from the moon in the black sky. They had killed Eric.
Jane fled with nothing but the clothes on her back as she had been told to if some-
thing were to happen, and for two days, she hid in the woods, in the cold and the
dark. When she returned to the camp, it was empty. Eric's body was there, but the
others were gone, and to this day, Jane's never found out what happened to them.
She used to hope that they got away, but these days, she is no longer sure. She
gathered what she could carry and set out again, now alone, afraid to trust anyone.
She knew how to survive, but in the years she has spent alone, she's found herself
becoming more bitter and cynical. In her twenties, she began to cautiously trade
meat and pelts to some towns, but she never sticks around for long.

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Dog / three / male / wolfhound

It isn't easy to come across a dog
with any distinguishable breed in it
twenty years into the apocalypse,
so Jane knew she was fortunate
when she traded with a town that
not only had puppies available, but
puppies suitable for hunting at that.
It cost about an arm and a leg, but
three years later, she would say it
was worth it. She trusts Dog more
than she trusts any living human,
and it's been much easier to keep
herself safe ever since she got him.
Dog not only acts a deterrent when
it comes to robbers on the road, but
assists her in tracking and bringing
down prey.

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THE SETTLEMENT: Jane has traded with them for
years now, and knows they won't attempt to fleece her,
but she has never stayed for more than a few hours at
a time.

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growing up, dorian has always been a little clever boy, always wanting to
strive for the best and incredibly eager to learn. as he reached the age f
or high school, dorian did something that wasn't quite expected of him fr
om everyone he knew; he joined the military as a medical officer as they
paid for his schooling and he could serve his country. he had been on a to
ur when tragedy had struck, their helicopter during a medevac had been
attacked and shot down, leaving dorian injured with two other members,
the rest of the squadron, including the pilot had died on impact. the poor
man wasn't found until 3 days later, to which he was the only survivor. to
this day, dorian does not speak of the mission nor of what happened duri
ng those long 3 days. instead he lives with the guilt of being the only one
to have survived the horror of that crash. from then, the Flu came and hi
s whole world changed, they took his parents and almost himself, but tha
nkfully, it had just been a terrible infection. he had soon found the settle
ment and decided to use his skills to help these lost people, on the way h
e had discovered a young pup roaming down an empty street, it looked to
be a german shepard mix and he carefully took the pup in and named her
merlin, to which she has been used as not only protection but as a comfor
t animal to many of the civilians within the settlement. words words word
dorian is a very quiet and lonely person who often just stays by himself as
that is safer to him than exploring and interacting with others. whenever
he hears a loud noise like banging pots together, he tenses up and often ti
mes he remains frozen in his place, his eyes getting a faraway look in the
m as he is no longer here and back in that desert where he crashed. when
ever he hears the sounds of a gunshot, his heart race and breathing will q
uicken, but if he is able to focus on something else, he can recover easier.
although he knows how terrible it is for their health, smoking is a coping
mechanism for him and helps him calm down, that and his dog merlin, wh
o often knows whenever dorian is about to have an attack or can feel whe
n his anxiety starts to pick up. despite that, he is a very skillful and tende
r doctor, who is still very passionate about medicine and making sure othe
rs are okay, mostly so he can distract from his own wellbeing. although he
can act annoyed at times when he is asked to look at something or xyz, he
really isn't and instead just puts up a front so people stay away, because i
f people stay away... then it won't hurt as bad when they leave. ords word

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