Adenovirus 423 Characters of The Disciples [North]

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This is the profile page for characters within The Disciples. Please post the character sheets in the main OOC thread for approval first, before I get them posted here. That way I can keep this thread to only approved characters, update status of players that have died and also update if they move to a different gang for any reason - basically to keep track for later people.

 

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Played by Cream. (Please note I took these characters over from a previous rerun of this RP and was given permission to. I did not write the profiles)

Name:
Preston Daniels

Age:
14

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Preston is an unimposing figure, standing - no, slouching at 5'3. Though he and Wyatt are half-brothers, they look hardly alike, besides their hair and eyes. His straight, light-brown hair is often mussy and dirty, although he goes to great pains to not be dirty or smelly. It's cut even shorter than Wyatt's to make it even easier to wash. His eyes are dark brown, and his face is altogether quite unremarkable. His body, though not emaciated, is rather skinny, not nearly as muscular as Wyatt's. He also notably has a complete lack of facial hair, although his legs and arms are covered in light, almost blonde hair. He's unimposing altogether.

The upper half of his body is covered by bruises and cuts.


Headshot:

Except obviously not so rich. Taken from http://t1.thpservices.com/fotos/thum4/0 ... ga7-70.jpg
If anybody has any objections to me using this photo, contact me and I will take it down.

Name:
Wyatt Daniels

Age:
17

Gender:
Male.

Appearance:
Like his younger brother, Wyatt has straight, light brown hair, which he keeps short. He's significantly more built and better fed than his brother, and has a somewhat intimidating look about him. He's not unattractive, although he doesn't care much about cleanliness on his person. He has some level of scruff, but not enough to be considered a beard or a moustache. His arms and legs have a small amount of hair. His eyes are a dark brown - identical, in fact, to his brother's - and his posture is impeccable. He stands at 5'8, although to his brother, at times he's a giant...

Headshot:

Obviously not so rich-looking. Found at: http://blogs.kansascity.com/photos/unca ... _photo.jpg
If anybody has any objections to me using this photo, please contact me and I'll stop using it.
Personality


Preston:

Gang:
The Disciples

Personality:
Preston has a muted, almost catatonic personality - as if he were in an impenetrable depression. He doesn't talk much, and when he does, it's said in such a bored tone of voice that one might think he hardly cared. He's not easily frightened, and also hardly has a sense of shame towards things he must do. He'll often do what jobs no one else will - which include trash disposal and food foraging. These jobs often give him the solitude he seems to prefer so much.

Of course, when his brother's in a mood, it's so much more different...

Wyatt:

Gang:
The Disciples

Personality:
Wyatt is a fiery and impulsive soul. His life has been a constant struggle, and with the fact that he only might have twenty-so years to live, he's constantly striving to do what's serves him best. Although he won't admit it, his true ambition in life is to find the Key and use it to maybe give himself a better life than he has right now.
He has an awful temper, often exacerbated by hunger or heat, and when he snaps, he takes it out on Preston. He's left more than bruises once before, and oftentimes it's much worse than that...


Equipment


Preston:

Weapons:
Preston owns a bloodstained, somewhat dull combat knife that seems to resist washing. He picked it off a corpse that he found while wandering about.

Wyatt:

Weapons:
He brings a two-foot long, fifteen-pound rusty chain around with him. Despite its questionable use as a weapon and weight, he's quite adept with it.
He's also quite muscular, and packs a heavy punch, kick, or throw.


History



Preston:
Biography:
Preston was the result of some tryst between his mother, a member of the Disciples since birth, and some lonely member of the Disciples. In childbirth, his mother died, resulting in a lasting sense of resentment towards Preston by Wyatt, and a lingering self-hatred. Soon afterward, he and Wyatt were split up - Preston, to one of his mother's relatives, Wyatt, to the streets. Out of both the options, he isn't sure which one was worse.
For the first three years of his life, Preston can remember almost nothing - a kind face, here and there, but the memories are hazy.
He does remember, however, a death - and a sudden change.
From the age of three, he remembers a woman. A woman that would cane him for not cooking fast enough, throw him out for the night for not sweeping the floors quickly enough, letting her pet wolf attack him for spilling some milk on her shoes.

Preston was pretty sure he hadn't planned on brewing her tea with hemlock instead of ivy one hot summer day, at the age of eight.

He also was pretty sure he hadn't forged her handwriting calling for the boy whose name was so oftenly repeated by the kind face in his infantile visions.

He wasn't sure.

Other:
He wakes up crying almost every night. Sometimes he can't understand why he cries, and sometimes when he realises it, he cries even more.

Wyatt:


Biography:
Wyatt was born to a woman whose family had been in the Disciples for God-knows-how-long. He never knew his father; no doubt, by now, he's already dead, killed by ADV or some other disease of sorts. He grew up for three years with her, not entirely well-treated, but at least fed and watered. She had numerous flings with other members of the gang after Wyatt's birth, eventually resulting in an ill-fated pregnancy - his mother's demise came in the form of Preston. She died in childbirth, something that Wyatt's never forgiven Preston for, and something that Preston has never got over. After the death of his mother, the boys were split - Preston was adopted by some relative-or-other of his mom, and Wyatt was more or less thrown on the streets. From the age of three, then, he's pretty much been on his own, doing menial work for the Disciples until finally, at the age of ten, he was entrusted with jobs like spying on the other gangs and stealing food. These jobs slowly grew in importance until he was more or less another soldier of the Disciples.
At the age of eleven, Preston's caretaker apparently suddenly became ill with ADV, and in her last days sent a messenger to call Wyatt, bequeathing the boy to him. Suddenly, he was burdened by not only his own survival, but the survival of his younger brother...
Other:
"It's not that I want it to happen, but..."

 

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Brianne "Blondie" Leigh

Age: 16
Gender: Female
Gang: The Disciples


Personality:
Blondie has always been a coy, mischievous woman who used her allure to achieve her goals. Though people are aware of her antics, they often find something genuine in the warmth she displays.

Biography:
Blondie has been a part of The Disciples for as long as she can remember and took to heart their creeds. Exploitation became a fun hobby, which then became a valuable skill. Little did they know that she used these to the disadvantage of her own gang from time to time.

When she first became a teenager, Blondie fell in love.

Or so she believed. Life is short and for teenagers in the prime of those short lives, when hormones were just beginning to bubble, she really thought that was it. It was a boy from another gang, nothing Eve would have been happy to hear, but Blondie was too good at keeping secrets. He would sneak over the border to meet her, give her information, and she would do the same to him. One day, she was approached about her frequent visits beyond the compound. In a ruthless interrogation, she ousted her lover and gained trust from the Disciples for spotting an intruder.

When she next visited their spot, she never found him again. Blondie convinced herself that he had died on her behalf, causing her to distance herself from others romantically.

Weapons:

• Small shiv
• Handgun

 

[Aman]

Name: Keaton Daniels.
Age: 21.
Gender: Male.
Gang: The Disciples | The North.


Appearance:
Some would describe Keaton as a beanpole at 6'1" - tall, lanky, and with long, thin limbs. He almost looks like if a character walked out of a Tim Burton film and entered the real world. His skin is rather pale, to the point where he looks sickly and wan at almost all times. It doesn't help that the lack of sleep tends to give him some subtle bags under his eyes; and not to mention the cough that often comes along with it all. His hair is straight and black, falling just past his chin and usually quite greasy, as he tends not to care for his appearance too much. As well as that, his eyes also appear to be almost black from a distance - but really they are just dark brown. It's rare that he will ever be seen without the black gas mask that covers the lower portion of his face and helps filter the air for him to breathe. He likes to wear suits and formal wear, but the clothing in this world is usually shabby and damaged. So he learned to sew and patch clothing up, because he deserves nothing short of the best.

Weapons:
Most often prefers to use two handguns, though they are both different models; since he couldn't find a matching pair. One is black and the other is white. He even decided to name them: Yin and Yang. When he isn't using Yin and Yang, he has a pocket knife that he keeps folded up in, well, his pocket - but really he could fight with most anything he finds around. Pipes, bats, a rock... etc. Always looking around for flash bangs, molotovs, grenades, all that stuff.

Personality:
Straight off the bat, you'll find that Keaton is a rather unpleasant person to be around. Normally it's to be expected of those in The North. They are the antagonists, after all. He's really not even nice to his allies, though. Most of the time he just ignores them and never does anything to help those around him. He's uncannily selfish and greedy, refusing to share things he finds with others, not even rations of food. He appears to have no prejudice against who he kills and/or steals from - children, men, women, the sick and dying - all fair game to him. Being far from merciful, he'd probably never spare anyone unless he felt like it would be too much of a bother to kill them, or was losing a fight. Then he would run away like a coward. He has a twisted way of viewing the world, and thinks that anybody who isn't willing to serve him and cater to his demands doesn't even deserve to be alive; much less in his presence. He's sadistic, cold-hearted, and cruel. Also with a touch of arrogance and vanity, thinking himself to be both attractive and skilled in everything he does. If he isn't skilled, then he would make the excuse that it's because he's not trying or he doesn't want to be. Keaton is definitely a hard person to get to know, but he does have the capacity to treat others with respect - if he deems them worthy.

Biography:
Like some people, Keaton had the luck of being born under the protection and safety of a gang. At the time, this was actually The South that he had grown up in. His father had been a random member of that same gang who was never actually in love with his mother. He'd ditched her once he'd found out that she was pregnant, and no one but her would have known who he actually was. His mother was another member; one who actively slept around with any guy who was willing to indulge her. 'Course, protection isn't all that great or abundant these days, and well... Accidents happen. Keaton is one of them. He was a mistake but, nonetheless, she didn't get an abortion out of fear of how unclean and dangerous it could be, what with the lack of good medical supplies. When he was born she had been planning to drown him and no longer have to deal with some child depending on her, but the other gang members took him away from her and raised him instead. Having more members was a good thing, and they would be able to train him well from a young age. So it was a plus.
He never grew up around his mother because she eventually ended up being killed on the field when he was around a year old. To this date he has no actual memories of her, and only knows that her name was 'Alicia Davis'. Nobody had cared to give the boy a middle name, since he was just seen as another fighter rather than an actual person. Like any gang, they started training him from a young age on how to fight. It seemed he preferred to use small guns like pistols, so he honed those skills and became pretty efficient in the art. All in all, his childhood wasn't bad compared to a lot of people. He had food, clothing, shelter, a 'family', and didn't have to do much other than practice shooting things. Not once had he ever missed his parents, for he didn't know them and felt no misery at growing up without them. After the first time he killed, Keaton realized that he liked it. Taking another person's life seemed so natural and perfectly-suited to one like him.
By the time he was 14, Keaton decided to leave The South and join up with The North instead. Of course, he didn't tell them - he just left one day and never came back. He suspected that they might have looked for him for a bit, but only to kill him if they saw him. And then he was forgotten. The reason he wanted to be part of The North was because he believed that if this 'Key' existed, it should be used on him. Loki's Kin only wanted to destroy it and gain total control, but he wanted to use it. He doesn't want to die; he wants to stay alive and indulge himself in as many pleasures as this world can offer. Alcohol, drugs, women, food - anything that he can possibly obtain, he wants it. All of it. He's determined to find The Key and use it on himself, so that he can live to see the future. With each passing year he grows more desperate.

Other:
Since he's 21 years old, Adenovirus 423 has already begun to infect him. Even though he's in an early stage, he still has a particularly moderate case of lung problems that he has to deal with. It's affected him greatly, to the point where he had to start wearing a gas mask so he could breathe properly. Even too much pollen or dust in the air could cause him to start choking and gasping for breath. Oftentimes the virus can give him chest pains and make him weak, so he has to be careful not to overdo it.​

 

[Tome]

Name : Poppy Heathryn

Age:15

Gender:Female

Gang: The Disciples ( North )

Appearence: 5ft even with long, mouse brown hair that wavess around her head. She has grey-blue eyes and almost never smiles.
She is 130 lbs and is often wearing a blue sweatshirt, black pants, and black tennis shoes. She carries a grey satchel with her
that holds all of her herbal and medicinal supplies and tools ( along with a few bottles of chemicals(she has no idea what chemicals they are ). she has a long scar that
runs down from her elbow just stopping below her wrist.

Weapons: Her syringes with poison ( made by her parents, they have no measurments on them )
along with a (L96A1) sniper rifle ( however she doesn't know much about the names of weapons
so she doesn't know what it's called other than how to use it and what ammo she would need )

Personality: She is very cold and thus isn't very talkative and sociable.However once she comes to trust others she can be very kind.
She also isn't scared of much. She loves puzzels and solving questions and thus is often curious
and she loves to satisfy her curiosity.
She likes to think of herself as a herbalist. She memorized every plant and what they look like as well as their uses and
if they are poisonus

Biography: She doesn't remember much however that doesn't bother her. She lived with her parents who were trying to find a
cure other than using the key ( not very succesfully ). From what she remembers, her parents felt that this "key" was just a hoax that groups were
using to manipulate others into joining them. One night while she was studying in the crawl space of her room ( the place where
she kept most of her books ( just one on medicinal plants and the baisics of making medicine using common plants and her medicinal experiments )
intruders broke into their house ( a run down building that was half
crumbling into dust ). The were after her parents and when her parents refused to leave with them they killed them.
During this time she just stayed silent and waited for the intruders to leave the building so she could leave the space.
A few years after this happend The Diciples found her and took her in.

She had no other siblings to take care of her when her parents died so she had to learn how to fend for herself.

Other: Her favorite foods are anything that's sour and she's also very clumsy. She also has issues of remembering where she set
items so she has to label everything she owns and stores them in very...VERY... specific spots.

The Reason that she joined The Diciples is because she was furious that people would kill her parents just because they
were attempting to find another cure and she doesn't want those type of people to live. ( in fact she despises them so if the
key is found she is going to make sure no one like that gets cured )

 

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Played by Otomos the Crazy

Name: Vito "Rat" Bloxam

Age: 14

Gender: Male

Gang: The Disciples

Appearance: Stands at 5'3" in height, and has chestnut-colored hair. He has a skinny build and looks kind of lanky. He always wears a calm smile on his face, and is rarely seen frowning or uncertain. He wears a hooded jacket with a red T-shirt underneath. His shiv is strapped to the side of his leg, and he carries two bags: One with his weapons and equipment. The other with any explosives that he would need to use.

Weapons:
• SR-2 Veresk submachine gun.
• Shiv
• Heavy Explosives (when necessary)
• Several types of grenades

Personality: Like his sister, he is overly calm most of the time, and nonchalant in most cases, even during the most dire of circumstances. The difference is that he likes the thought of having control over the future. With the Key, he and the others can play God with who survives the epidemic, and who is doomed. The very idea of that power makes him quiver with excitement, and anyone that opposes that idea he would gladly ensure that they pose no threat. Well, almost anyone. His little sister is an exception, and he hopes to make her a part of the Disciples someday. The two, if they find each other will refuse to fight each other. He and his sister also share one other personality trait. They're both eccentric. They love to make up puzzles and riddles. If they make a timed bomb, then they come up with a code that fits to some sort of puzzle that they made in their head.
He knows his way around explosives and traps. His own focus is on the more destructive kind. Incendiary and normal explosives are his favorite to work with, though he does know how to make other kinds. He's a bit...strange in his approach. He normally claims his explosions to be "the birth and death of stars that envelop all around them."

Biography: For most of their lives, they had simply cared for themselves. They did what they wanted within boundaries only given to those who had no power. They lived in happiness, and then their parents died. They lived in happiness, and then they were homeless. They lived in happiness, and then they found the book. A strange, interesting, terrifying, and wonderful book that taught them so much. A book that made them search for more. A book that would eventually drive them apart.
Rat had different ideas about what he wanted, and he had found others that shared his wishes. He joined them in the hopes that what he wanted would become a reality. It was with them that he put his knowledge and skills to the test. The book had started him off on his way to becoming a demolitions expert, but it was through other books and experience that he had figured out how to make other bombs. Attached to the Disciples, Rat set his mind on honing his skill, and making sure that they achieved their aspirations. Of course, there were always road bumps. Enemies still linger, and they persist in their own ways. Not only that, his sister was working with an enemy. None of it mattered that much, though. Not to him. It is inevitable that the Disciples have their way, and once they do, he'd have control over even them.

Other: His absolute Favorite food is a sandwich that he and his sister had once made together. A sandwich made up of sliced bread, lettuce, a tomato slice, pan-seared onions, home-made garlic cream cheese, a slice of turkey, honey mustard, and mayonnaise. The bread can be substituted with a large everything bagel.

Picture:

 

[Damara]

Name: Evelyn Roan

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Gang: Gang Leader of the North

Appearance: Standing at an intimidating 5’11 inches in her stiletto heels, Evelyn has a willowy figure with ample feminine curves. Toned from training, the woman is quite flexible, with quick reflexes and sharp, dark eyes that appear almost black. Her hair is cut in a chin-length bob, black as pitch, and pin-straight. She’s a deadly kind of beautiful, earning her the nickname of ‘Poison Rose’ ever since she took the leadership position from her father, Jack Roan, upon his…’untimely’ death.

Weapons: Like the mob-boss that she is, Evelyn’s favorite weapons consist of semi-automatics that are comfortable to carry over the shoulder. She usually allows others to do the dirty work for her, so oftentimes she doesn’t really have to use the weapons at all.

Personality: If there is one thing that Evelyn prizes, it’s her appearance. She’s always been a very attractive woman, and was quite successful at whatever she attempted to master in her teenage years. She’s a motivational speaker, good with her words (for how else would she be able to keep the North in line if not for that), and has a manipulative personality that gets people to twist around her perfectly manicured pinky finger.

She uses her feminism to her advantage, getting others to feel sorry for her rather than feel motivated to kill her, but if the moment is right, then she’ll turn on an unfavorable person faster than they would know what to do with. Due to her position of power, she trusts next to no one, and relies upon her own instincts and her dead father’s last instructions in guiding her people to the discovery of the Key.

Power is her downfall. She craves it like nothing else. Her idea of heaven is where everyone appreciates her for her leadership and her beauty, and she’s willing to throw any and every person under the bus in order to get it. This includes her own family.

Biography: Born at the height of the Adenovirus pandemic, Evelyn was kept in a form of solitary confinement for the first few years of her life to ensure that she wouldn’t become ill. During this time she was educated by her mother, taught how to be a lady even in these dark times. The girl was praised by her parents, given whatever she wanted, and allowed to have free reign of their home once she was allowed to roam around.

Attention shifted when her younger sister, Jessie, was born. While her father became busy attending to leading the North in their quest for the Key, and her mother slowly wasted away from a virus that wasn’t related to the Adenovirus, Eve took charge of Jessie, ordering her around, directing her as she could, and punishing the girl if she didn’t obey. Blame was usually left on Jessie, since she wasn’t as talented or beautiful as her older sister, and Eve was left to take the favored position at her father’s side up until she turned eighteen.

Then, one night, due to unknown circumstances, Jack Roan passed away in his sleep, choking on his own vomit. Eve, as the oldest child, stepped into his position, having been trained to do this her entire life, and began to lead the North in the way Jack would have wanted her to. Mysteriously enough, Jessie ended up disappearing at the young age of sixteen, and though Eve searched for her, the girl would not be found.

So Eve ignored the existence of Jessie, claiming sole leadership, and continues to rule the North with the iron fist that would have made her dearly departed father proud.

 

[Damara]

Name: Jessie Roan

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Gang: Rogue

Appearance:Jessie stands at a modest 5’7’’, with a lean build that’s geared more towards strength rather than feminine curve. Her hair is black, much like her sister’s, but cropped short and usually left in an untamed mop. She has dazzling blue eyes, one that always remains covered by an eyepatch, and a wicked scar that travels from the top of her right eye back along to her right ear.

Weapons:Jessie’s greatest asset is her wit. She is good with medicinal herbs, and has an intimate understanding of chemistry and how it applies to making medicines and poultices. She isn’t that good with a gun, but she took to throwing knives when she was younger, and added the poisons she’d make to the tips of her blades in order to make even the smallest scratch a death sentence for her opponent.

Personality: Since her sister, Evelyn’s personality was so domineering during their childhood, Jessie has always been rather quiet, keeping to herself in order to avoid confrontation with her sister and even her father when things got sketchy on the home front. While it was true that Eve was the favored child, Jessie’s mother attempted to show affection to her youngest while she was still healthy. As a result, Jessie became very attached to her mother, often speaking only to her when she felt the need to.

Fear of her sister and father dissolved, turning into a suppressed anger that she still holds to this day, a strange vendetta that consistently tickles the back of her mind. She was underappreciated for just how smart she was, taking up the practice of mixing medicinal herbs after reading a few textbooks in her father’s library. Her achievements paled in comparison to Eve’s, and so she was tossed by the wayside, challenging her in her adult years with feelings of inadequacy and bitterness.

Self-conscious about her appearance due to a disfigurement that Eve had left her with when they were young teenagers, Jessie usually suffers from an internal conflict between independence and insecurity. She cares nothing for joining sides, but she does want to find the Key in order to develop it into a cure that could save several million people.

Biography: After she was born, while their mother was still alive, Jessie often spent most of her time reading in their father’s library, taking notes, exercising her quickly developing mind. Medicine and chemistry came easily to her, and she compiled lists of compounds that could be used for good, healthful purposes. Oftentimes she’d show these to her mother, who would smile, not really understanding, but loving her daughter all the same, and then send the child on her way.

As their mother became progressively more ill, Eve came into the spotlight, making sure that Jessie felt as inadequate as one could feel, discounting all of the studying that Jessie had done, grinding her into the dirt in an emotional sense, and even picking on her physically, leaving bruises, and once even a scar that ruined Jessie’s right eye, disfiguring that side of her face. Their father did nothing to stop the teasing, leaving his family to themselves as he continued to lead the North in their quest to discover the Key.

So one night, Jessie figured she’d had enough. She mixed one of her deadly poultices, sneaked into her father’s room, and poisoned his wine while he slept. She had attempted the same of Evelyn, but the glass was upset, and Eve never took any of the poison Jessie had mixed. Their father died. Eve took the prized position of leader, and Jessie had to run away.

So she did, pushing herself deep into the woods that existed between territories. She taught herself survival skills, living off the land, and eventually came into contact with a few other rogues, with whom she is currently residing.