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Logan Heatherton, aged 26.
 
Just like with Shard, I'm recycling characters of a superhero project I had been involved with together with some friends.
Copyright belongs to me ;D and if you had similar ideas for powers, then high five for the telepathy!
 
Logan is a young billionaire, very important in the business world. He started working for a tech company producing technological software, but then produced his own product, left the company, and joined another which paid him more for it.
He was lucky, at the time, to have the right contacts and the talent.
 
He's now the owner of the company he set out to build, and has hired a very influencial CEO which takes care of all the financial and managerial roles for him. Logan is also patron of three other highly desirably companies.... and the more money he lends, the more interest comes flooding in on his bank account.
 
The money and his shady reputation means that he can travel around in peace, seeing the world and it's many wonders....
..but maybe that's just an excuse.
 
Logan suffers of extreme bi-polar disorders.
He has two sides to him: the successful businessman with all the right contacts, called Messenger
...and Garbage, the more shady side to him.
 
Logan is his human side. Nice guy, loves travelling, sometimes a little awkward with the ladies.
Messenger is the charismatic, influencial and highly intelligent superhero.
And Garbage is the coward, the devious, and the sneaky side to him.
 
That said, Logan's superpowers:
as MESSENGER, Logan is a kind of Hermes. He space-travels without many complications and without exerting himself too much. Sometimes he controls the power, sometimes the power controls him... he can just blink out of one room and appear on the other side of the world, JUST IN TIME for something major to happen. Often this can be disorienting, but Logan's bi-polar side of him, Messenger, is always quick on his feet and knows how to do the right thing at the right time.
 
Then comes GARBAGE.
Logan, di per se, has a mousy appearance. Ever since he was a kid, there was something geeky and not too handsome about him. He was called "rat" by the school bullies, and "mouse" by his affectionate parents and friends.
Not too unexpectedly, but still terrifyingly, Logan discovered his powers and the side-effects of being 'not completely normal'.
He assumed rat-like traits.
He'd have days in which he was completely lazy, enjoying the squallor of his room and the mess that surrounded him.
Then, by age 16, something dawned on Logan: he would walk into a room and instinctively know it's design and layout. It would happen when he'd walk into a building: knowing in detail every floor, every room, every fire escape and every ventilation system - tubing included.
As you may guess, this ability comes in handy when he space-travels to a different place without wanting to.
 
But, the only catch is that Logan's bi-polar disorder means that when he's Messenger, he can't be Garbage; and when he's Garbage, he can't be Messenger.
 
As Messenger, Logan is some kind of lawful greek god: willing and capable of helping others, holding a bargain, listening and reassuring. He's the type of friend you want to have, the leader you want to follow, and the man you want to date.
 
But Garbage... Garbage 'the rat' is the villain you want to avoid. Cowardy when confronted, and manipulative with information he acquires.
One word: stay clear from Garbage.
 
POSSIBLE PLOTS AND DRAMA: you can trust Messenger with your life, but never Garbage. How can you know who is who?

BECAUSE FTW
I was getting so bored of super skinny models with flawless skin and thin legs.
I feel like poking them with a stick to see whether they're real.
Kat Dennings is curvy, I'm so unused to celebrities like her.
 
ANYWAY.
Lana Capris, aged nineteen.
 
Codename: Shard.
 
Power: can space-travel through reflective surfaces (mirrors most of the time).
From an outsider's perspective, she's either sucked into the mirror as if it was a portal, or she fall's through if the mirror is full-length.
She becomes insubstancial once inside the reflective surface, as if she just entered a new dimension.
From there, she can go anywhere in the world.
Has never tried travelling with another person, she always travels alone. And that's not about to change any time soon.
 
Personality: quiet, well-organized and very clever.
Not someone who's easy to get close to, she prefers to be mysterious and keep her distance.
A femme fatale, but only in looks.
Maybe a misanthropist, isn't interested in interracting with others. People normally talk to her because of projects, missions or for advice.
A bit of a mother hen towards her closest friends. A girl's girl, although more guys than not are intrigued/attracted by her. Why wouldn't they be? She's a lara croft.
 
Appearance: curvy hourglass shape, not your 21st century type of beauty. Full lips, pale blue eyes, long brown wavy hair. Dresses in black most of the time, elegant without trying or bothering.

-Berlin. Present day.-
 
Loving him had always been an issue.
 
There he was. Tall and handsome, but it was his charm which made him so unique and irresistible.
He worked his magic like a spider spinning a web – an intricate game of smiles and glances.
 
Broodingly, Louisiana sipped her drink as she stared hard at his back, realizing that eleven years since first seeing him had not erased her long-lasting crush.
 
He had been a boy then, just a little older than her, hanging around with his friends and looking over at the older girls. His first kiss had been early on, and by the time she had first met him, he had seemed so much experienced already. He was a man now, and she felt barely a woman. He had hardly ever noticed her until one summer night when she was seventeen and him nineteen, hanging out on the veranda of one of the cabins, drinks in hand and stars above.
He had noticed her then.
Really noticed her for who she was and not WHAT she was.
 
His kiss, all those years ago, had tasted of freedom. Freedom and power, and she had remembered it in her dreams for so long afterwards.
 
Daughter of Aphrodite, and all she could do now was sit at a bar and watch the man she once knew make a beautiful brunette throw her head back and laugh.
The brunette was gorgeous. Louisiana felt plain in comparison.
Red hair, freckles, pale skin and blazing green eyes. Pretty perhaps, but her scruffy jeans and oversize white tank-top were making no heads turn in here.
Especially not HIS head.
 
A sigh. Then a sweep of her hand through her long hair.
This wasn’t working. The alcohol, the music, the people.
It all felt like too much.
 
There were daughters of Aphrodite who got all of their mother’s attention.
Lou wasn’t one of them.
 
And boy did it suck.
 
She finished her drink, placed the empty glass down on the counter, and grabbed her coat.
When she reached the door, it almost felt like a relief.
 
The night air was cool and the city of Berlin was alive with lights and sounds.
Fate had brought her here: a cancelled flight, an apologetic flight assistant, and a free hotel stay.
Of course, the first thing she had to see in Berlin was Patrick O’Donnell, son of Apollo, flirting his way around the city.
 
PEOPLE I'D LIKE TO RP WITH:
@kendaloupe
@simply-scarlett
@mystarswithyours
@cloudedconstellations
@rocknroll-stoneroses
@youngandunafraid
@shegotlost
@ everyone else i unfortunately forget about because i'm in class and i'm bored

Louisiana Thomson, 25 years old.
Daughter of Aphrodite.
Charity worker and young spokesperson for Love For Live charity organization.
++
 
Yeah yeah, she’s a daughter of Aphrodite, get over it.
 
Truth is, Louisiana was never the typical Aphrodite. She was teased because of her chubbiness and red hair in high-school, making her very self-conscious of her looks, and during summer Camp she would have an outburst of freckles. Embarrassingly, she got claimed by her immortal mother three years after joining camp, unlike the majority of her half-siblings.
 
As for her love life? Her first kiss was at seventeen, her first official boyfriend at nineteen. Awkward huh? She also wears a purity ring which she decided to conform to at age 14. So far she’s had three semi-serious relationships, all of which ended with either indifference, of the guy going off with some sexier, more confident chick.
 
It’s not that Louisiana is undesirable. Far from it. But somehow things just don’t work out.
Guys think she’s some pretty redhead with good looks but no brains.
 
Actally, Lou has studied biology and geography in sixth form before converting to International Studies for uni. Her third year at uni was spent in Africa, teaching little school children how to speak and write in English, and after graduating with her degree, she spent one more year as volunteer for two charities in Africa and now, 25, Louisiana has just come back from six months in India doing the same thing.
 
She’s all natural looks and no makeup really, as her self-consciousness never permitted her to even just think about putting herself in the spotlight.
Now, Louisiana is older, wiser and more confident. She’s always ‘au natural’, preferring loose hair and tank tops to heels and mascara. She’s good with children and has a golden heart which makes her give more than she receives.
 
This daughter of Aphrodite loves travelling.
Unlike her siblings, who are more into looking glamorous and desirable, Louisiana is similar to her goddess mother because of grace and love – she’s naturally beautiful, all golden red hair and freckles, and her charm comes in loving others.
 
@rocknroll-stoneroses

So, I got a little bored with being so uninspired to write the characters for Geo’s new group, so I thought I’d cut myself some slack and be creative with something else in the meanwhile.
BOOM. This is what happened.
 
Based on the group Zombie Exodus, which is the favourite zombie group I’ve roleplayed my far.
 
LEADER: Jack. My own character, he’s a mid-thirties businessman who lost his pregnant wife to the zombies and has since sworn to protect his adopted family from the dangers out there. Bought out the Cathedral before the apocalypse began, together with two other friends. He’s the kind of guy you wanna trust because he knows what he’s doing. He deals with the pain by drinking, but he does it in secret although everyone kinda knows anyway.
 
STUBBORN ONE: hahaha had fun with this one. @accio-logic because you’re probably the only one who could put an ex-thug like the Mexican Diego in his place without letting him boss you about. Also the only girl who stands her ground without letting events knock you off balance.
 
MEDIC: ex-daughter of Hades, obviously you @simply-scarlett . the blood and guts just don’t get to you any more, and you’re known for keeping a cool head in the midst of a medical emergency – an important quality to have both within a hospital and a zombie apocalypse.
 
OPTIMIST: moi. Didn’t really want to label myself as expert, so optimistic is first on the to-be list. In the rp, I get used to the idea of the zombies faster than expected (“learn fast or die young” et al) and sometimes I’m more rash than I should be… thus believing in my own strengths and underestimating the danger of zombies. Optimist for you right there!
 
INNOCENT ONE: this was tricky, but I decided to slot @kendaloupe in there (mostly influenced by our last rp set, I still want Will to somehow teach you da moves gurl). No particularly fond of zombies obvs, but also very protective of those she cares for, etc. A good-intentions sort of gal.
 
GENIUS: The IT geek, Jason. A major hacker and inventor, you might even forgive him for being an awkward social turtle. Sarcastic but talented, he’s the sort of guy you’d want on your team. Thank god he is. Has recently hacked into Nasa’s protected website, got the controls of satellites, and has devised a zombie-tracker that the leader of each expedition can keep on him/herself. Still under construction, but the prototype is working.
 
EXPERT: Not surprising, this one. Diego. Mexican ex/thug and ex-illegal-Manhattan-resident. Has taken to the zombie apocalypse like a duck to water, his previous experience with violence making him the closest thing to a miracle you could wish to have on your team. He can improvise a weapon out of anything (sock & lock anyone?), and won’t hesitate to strike out. A little unsteady, as if the apocalypse has given him a ‘go all’ permission to lash out, but who can blame him? He might even have been a son of Ares once.
 
LUCKY ONE: Tricky to decide, but I opted for @rowan-giggles in the end because she’s the newest arrival, and has made it all the way to the Cathedral in one piece (or almost). Somehow seen as a carrier of good fortune, she’s good to have around for morale.
 
MASCOT: Little nine-year-old Bill (aka Billy). Basically Scarlett’s adopted little brother, he’s a cutie pie and everyone looks after him as he’s the baby of the family. He’s got a Ninja Turtles backpack which he feels lost without.
 
BLACKSMITH: even though we haven’t rped yet, I’m guessing @mystarswithyours Maja. You could build mega-weapons of mass destruction to kill ‘em zombies, with @shegotlost Jane’s supervision ;D Blacksmiths also have to try out their creations… so BOOM. Ares side to you right there!
 
PILOT: ex-army pilot Joseph. He’s the guy who can use his brain as well as charge through a mob of flesh-eating zombies in a truck. He can formulate a plan with one snap decision, and he can ride almost any sort of vehicle, and even kick-start any motor.
 
VICTIM: Max. He’s the cute eighteen-year-old who could fit into One Direction any day. His cute looks are a draw-back when it comes to dealing with the other buffer, older, more intelligent males though, and his latest story of a little girl in a yellow dress is making people snicker…

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Taking the opportunity to point out that Wonder Woman's mortal identity is that of Monica Bellucci and if you don't agree, then I'm sorry but you've already lost the argument here.
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I was tagged by the unique @simply-scarlett
A - AVAILABLE: Mentally dating several non-fictional and fictional men. Thus I'm exclusive.
B – BIRTHDAY: AUGUST 10th PEOPLE. So close
C - CRUSHING ON: Way too many men.
D - DRINK YOU LAST HAD: waterrr
E - EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO: my friends, especially the Italian ones.
F - FAVOURITE SONG: No Church In The Wild and also Radioactive (Imagine Dragons)
G - GUMMY BEARS OR GUMMY WORMS: wormsss
H – HOMETOWN: North-West England yo
I - IN LOVE WITH: the future Love Of Mah Life duh. Haven't met him yet.
K - KILLED SOMEONE: mentally, yes.
L - LONGEST CAR RIDE: 18 hours over 2 days straight.
M - MILKSHAKE FLAVOR: banana or mango
N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: two
O - ONE WISH: Stability in the future and love
P - PERSON THAT CALLED YOU LAST: Jessica this afternoon
R - REASON TO SMILE: I am appreciated, I am young, and I am talented.
S - SONG YOU LAST SANG: Umbrella by Rihanna in the car this morning
T - TIME YOU WOKE UP: 7.35 am
U - UNDERWEAR COLOUR: currently lilac
V - VEGETABLE: potato
W - WORST HABIT: procrastination
X - X-RAYS YOU'VE HAD: head and back, one for sinusitis and the other mild scoliosis several years ago now. Nothing recent in the last 4 years.
Y - YEARS LIVING WHERE YOU LIVE: Almost 3.
Z - ZODIAC SIGN: Leo

Favourite animal: leopards and jellyfish
What colour do you wear most?: probably black, it's so versatile and elegant.
Least favourite colour : probably mustard yellow
What are you listening to : windchimes outside my window
Can you whistle?: No
Do you believe in miracles?: yes
Do you believe in magic?: occasionally
Love at first sight?: attraction at first sight, yes!
Do you believe in Santa?: No
Do you like roller coasters?: Sometimes
Have you ever been on a plane?: More times than I can count with on both hands
Have you ever been to the ocean?: ya
What was the last thing you bought?: saturday night's drinks on the night out.
What was the last thing on TV you watched?: ITV's Bouncers. Awesome, I tell yous.
Do you cry when you get an injury?: no, I just curse and kinda laugh from behind gritted teeth... unless I pretend nothing happened and limp away non-chalantly.
Do songs make you cry?: only a couple have done in my entire life
Are you a happy person?: overall, YES. Very much.
What is your current hair colour?: The same dark brown I've had all my life :D
Your eye colour?: brown
Short or long hair?: Medium and voluminous
Height?: 1'67" cm

WHAT TO DO:
Fill out these questions and make a new set called 'ABC About Me Quiz,' then tag 20 people. If I tagged you, you have to take this survey and re-post it, but only if you want! Don't forget to tag me because I want to know more about you!

I'm tagging only 3 of you m'kay?
@kendaloupe
@holy-platypus
@rowangiggles

@kendaloupe
{sorry for retag, changed photoframes to our team members}
 
It was the third day after having arrived at the Cathedral, and by this point everyone was trying hard to make themselves useful and fall into some sort of routine. To be honest, Valentina was still feeling a little jet-lagged… not because of the journey, but because of the entirely new lifestyle. Not one she had ever envisioned.
 
To sum up the whole journey is easy:
-Val teamed up with a blonde girl she made friends with at the empty Penn Train Station. Together, they battled all odds and survived a monstrous scene with zombies actually /running away/ from the biggest, largest, tallest black military tank anyone had ever set eyes on. In the following days, Valentina actually wondered what the significance of this was – whether the Government had actually anticipated a zombie apocalypse and prepared for it with never-before-seen military procedures.
-The two had reached Valentina’s friend’s apartment. Phil was an off-duty policeman and had read reports of zombie attacks outside the city border and had somewhat prepared for it, stacking his place up with canned food and ammunition. He had partnered up with a fifteen-year-old girl, Scarlett, who had basic medical training, and Benny, a little seven-year-old who was scared by the big bad world after having witnessed his parents be eaten alive.
-After spending the night at Phil’s, the five of them got in the car and traveled down the motorway all the way over to the port, where Phil’s friend and colleague had prepared a whole boat-full of other survivors. Together, the whole group had traveled by sea all the way over to New Jersey. After a day and a half of travelling, they finally landed and speedily walked uphill to the fortified Cathedral which awaited them with more survivors still. The brief walk uphill had been jumpy to say the least, as others expected a horde of zombies to come crashing into them – the sleep deprivation and sea-sickness didn’t help.
 
But here they were, finally: the looming stone walls were a new source of protection, and the huge spaceful dome was somehow calming to the senses. The pews had been pushed to the side, leaving so much bare floor that the sound of footsteps echoed up the imposing columns. Jason, the IT geek, had set up his own computer oasis next to the aisle at the very front, and blue-tinted light from the screens cast a surreal glow on the marble floor coated in spidery black network wires. Breakfast and every other meal was served at a long oak table, and although the food was plain and the rationing already very strict, the atmosphere was somehow very welcoming as everyone relaxed, talked and laughed together after a long day.
 
Valentina was glad to have Kendal around. She felt braver with her friend by her side, and didn’t feel as awkward when talking to the others. A strong bond had formed between them, as they had lived through together an entirely dangerous adventure that –when explained to the others- was thought to have been drastically exaggerated. The guys teased Valentina about it, but Kendal always jumped in to the brunette’s defence and support, and their bond strengthened.
 
Third day in now, and after breakfast, the leader – a charismatic man called Jack, aged in his mid-thirties but looking fresh and energetic and very serious- had regrouped them to hand out roles. A mission was coming up to retrieve valuables in abandoned places. Jack read the groups from a leather notebook where he jotted down all his ideas, and everyone listened intently. Not one of them felt brave when it came to facing the outside world, but all of them felt committed to survive and help others survive.
 
“Kendal,” Jack called out, raising his hand to point his pen at her, still intent on reading the notebook, “your mission today is to visit site F4-L29,” –helpfully, Jason the IT geek typed in the frequency on one computer, and the big screen zoomed in on an aerial view of the map, which showed a barn from above-, “the site is home to a family of five who grow their own food on their farm. In exchange of basic luxury, they are to give us fresh food and meat from their cattle. Make sure they’re fine, and be careful on the roads because they’re unprotected. I assign you Igor,” Jack nodded in acknowledgement at the Russian mechanic, “and Joseph,” this time he nodded at the ex-pilot. “You may choose three other team member of your liking.”
 
{I’m hoping you’ll pick me as one of them xD and you can make up the other two :3}

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So, I was rereading through the drafts on my phone, and came across this adorable fanfic post-CHBF and pre-CHBSC.
It's dated mid-August 2012 and I'm not sure whether I posted this already or not, so I'm re-posting it just in case!
 
CHARACTERS INCLUDED:
@shegotlost 's Evolet (Mama Helflower)
Nick (Papa Helflower)
@cloudedconstellations 's Stephen <3
Lucilla
@melissadidntflinch 's Jason <3
@accio-logic 's Hermione
 
STORY::
 
CHBSC
 
Nick had never thought it possible, but from the moment he held his firstborn child in his arms, he knew that his life would never be the same again.
 
He was a father, now.
 
The term wasn't just a label. He wasn't just a "father". He wasn't just /a/ father. He was /the/ father. The father to his son. He wasn't the rebellious youngster any more. He was not the careless demigod, free from responsabilities, always up for a fight, always ready to slay monsters and rage into battle. He was a father. And Evolet was the mother. They (together, united) were responsible from the young soul they had brought into this world. Him, and her, and their son. So at peace. So complete.
 
And as Nick Helflower held his newborn son in his arms, his life no longer felt meaningless. Everything he had experienced before - every fight, every kiss, every tear, every drop of leaked blood... what had that been for? Nothing. But now. Now, as he held the small creature in his arms, feeling its chest rise and fall with every breath it took... /now/ did Nick Helflower really understand what his life had been for. Every second, every instant, had been leading up to this moment. Nick now had a son.
Nick now had a family. A real family.
 
Holding the small living creature carefully against his chest, he knelt by the bed where Evolet lay, her brow covered in sweat and her breathing still heavy from labour. Her expression was tired, but satisfied and loving. Carefully, Nick freed one of his hands and, still holding his son firmly against his chest, he trailed his fingers over her forehead before kissing his wife on the lips.
 
"I love you." He told her.
 
And never before had he meant it as much as now.
 
*
Little Ramon liked to cry a lot. He cried often. He especially cried at night.
 
The married couple would often jerk awake when lying side-by-side in bed, and as the wailing would commence, there would be a collective sigh. Nick would take the night patrols, since Evolet took the daytime ones when he was off on quests, and thus Nick would scramble out of bed in just his t-shirt and boxers and, scratching his head as he shook the sleep out of his system, he would go to his son's nursery room and lull him back to sleep. Often, Ramon wouldn't do so immediately. Sometimes, he seemed to cry just for the sake of it. It was a good thing tonight was one of those times, or the call would have been left unanswered.
 
"Yeah?" Nick mumbled in the phone, hoping whoever it was would hear over the wailings of his son. "Who's speaking?"
 
"Nick!" Stephen exclaimed from the other end. "Nick! Guess what?!"
 
But before Nick could even just make such an attempt, Stephen had already surged ahead:
 
"Lucilla is pregnant!"
 
*
 
Ramon was two years old when Lucilla was eight months' pregnant.
 
Evolet and Nick would often invite the couple over for afternoon teas or Saturday morning picnics in the garden. Sometimes, they'd watch TV together on the sofa, and sometimes they'd have dinner together somewhere fancy whilst Ramon was at home with the baby-sitter. Stephen and Lucilla were so enthusiastic, both inexperienced future-parents, so willing to finally have a family, that often Nick and Evolet decided against telling them the hardships as parents. Evolet would sometimes speak to Stephen one-on-one, but unless the two couples were going on a double-date, Evolet and Nick would split up for group activities: the "boys" (Nick, Stephen and Jason) would watch football matches or go to see games together, often discussing their sentimental matters in that gruff manner males have, especially demigods. And the 'girls' would have their gossip sessions (as Nick would teasingly call them) in which Evolet and Hermione and Lucilla would talk about their business, and have sentimental confessions and share mother tips, which consisted in Ev and Mione talking, and Lucilla aborbing everything with big interested eyes.
 
When Lucilla was finally cartered off to the hospital watd to give birth, Stephen was so anxious that he called Nick and Jason over to wait with him.
 
Nick kept quiet, but when he was finally called over in after a long night of labour, he knew his friend would come out with tears of joy in his eyes.
 
And Stephen did.
 
*

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=Introduction=
-Name: Jake Yates
-Age: 21
-Physical description: Tanned complexion, short-cropped brown hair, narrowed brown eyes and well-defined cheekbones. Looks typically masculine with a well-defined body, and has various tattoos over his arms, including an intricate Celtic design, a pheonix for 'rebirth' and roman letters and numbers.
-Personality: Introvert, reserved, serious with occasional bousts of playfulness, determined, sometimes competitive.
-Personal History: Okay lets get the unpleasantries done and over with.
Jake was born in a harsh reality: he was the eight-born son of a Scouse woman who was broken and angry and who dealt with weed and coke to cope the world she lived in. His father was on State benefits, but spent his ill-earned income down at the pub or high on drugs. No, this isn't a bad movie: it was Jake's reality. He never tried too hard in school, as when he did try he was told that it was useless, none of them would make it far. By age 13, Jake was suspended and by age 15, he had dropped out of school to follow his 'dream': being a boxing star. He trained hard every day, six days a week, for six hours a day. By the time he was 17, he had already made a name for himself in the cage-fighting world. His nose had been broken more times that he could count, his skull had been cracked twice and three times he had been to hospital because of broken ribs. But still, the damage he did to others was worse still. The cage-fighting world became HIS reality... until he was approached with a job offer which he hesitantly took up. Without going into the deatils, he was to threaten or punish those people he owed his boss money. It was easy money for him, and a release to his reccurent anger bousts. His mind would just switch off, and he would snap out of the red haze when someone pulled him back, soothing him to stop. The victim would often be a bloody unconscious mess, or shaking with fear and pain.
Jake had many close run-ins with the police, but there's only so much the police can do against the Liverpool mafia. His bosses were brutes, the victims were brutes, and Jake was a brute.
He finally gave up his job when a girl noticed him for the first time a few years later. She was no beauty, and in fact wasn't someone he'd boast about at all, but she was the first taste of normality he had been offered and he jumped at the chance of being 'normal'.
Turns out this wasn't the fairy tale he had been hoping for, as the girl was all too eager to open her legs to other men and that hurt so damn much that Jake was forced to move out and start from scratch.
Two years on from both 'fresh starts' and a third one occurs: World Frikin War Three.
So... new life once more, hey?
Survival always came first, so Jake Yates joined the rebels.
Not smooth, not smooth.
He did his fair share of looting and killing (realizing he hadn't lost his touch for the dramatic, and what good is having the cover of Bruce Banner when you're really the Hulk?) until he turned against his own companions, killed the ones who dared stop him, and ran for dear life.
He's now a reformed 'good guy' and prefers life with the other survivkrs much better.
-Ex- Profession: Cage-fight boxer, thug, Liverpool mafia member
-Skills:
Pretty much a natural when it comes to the apocalypse, he can throw morals right out of the window to survive and protect the others.
-Strengths:
Despite being 'Hulk', Jake is a good guy, very protective of friends and team-mates.
You can count on his to follow orders.
He reckons that the 'ends justifies the means' so you can count on him to get the job done.
Can kick-start a car, shoot a gun, build a fire, and threaten flawlessly.
Loyal and monogamous.
-Weaknesses:
He's still a lone-wolf, preferring to work alone rather than have others 'get in the way'.
His anger-management skills walk the thin line between safe and 'completely out of control'.
Maybe a little unpredictable too.
-Secrets: basically, his whole past.
Thug indulging in overload of violence, dealt with drug traffic, was a killing-machine, and joined the rebels when the apocalypse first began.
Also quite embarrassing for a thug like him - has only ever been with a woman, who turns out to have cheated on him multiple times behind his back.
-Model: Sean Farris
 
=Introduction=
-Name: Lucas Fronter
-Age: 19
-Physical description: tall, lean, pale. Long dark black hair reaching his shoulders. Looks delicate and unearthly, but also 'sharp' and '3D' as if there's something very real about him.
-Personality: Surprisingly extrovert and down-to-earth, loyal, loud and playful/flirty.
-Personal History: Second-born son of a doctor and a maths pre-school teacher, Lucas has always looked for ways to stand out. Whilst his older sister became an engineer (much to his teasing), he aimed for more original life-paths, such as music and film-making and finally stunts. He trained endlessly with his closest mates, all very athletic, to scale buildings, jump high and generally do stuff only playstation characters are supposed to do. That, of course, took a lot of practice and mostly involved lots of bad falls and sprains and broken bones (one of the most memorable, for Lucas, has been dislocated shoulder, cracked collarbone, broken thighbone, three broken ribs, sprained knee and ankle, and endless bruises and scratches) but the ending result was worth it - he can scale pretty much any building, no matter how tall or apparently smooth.
Not that any of these have properly halped him during the apocalypse, but thy was because he didn't know how to put his skills into practice... Now, with bombed-out buildings, and with running away from rebels, his Spiderman/Assassin's Creed/COD skills can totally be put into place!
-Ex- Profession: Student, DJ and wannabe stunt-man.
-Skills: Scaling, jumping, climbing, running.
-Strengths:
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=aAhPaiajwDY
http://m.youtube.com/watch?feature=related&v=NX7QNWEGcNI
'Nough said
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