Name: Joshua Smith.
Born: July 5, 1992.
Status: Alive & alone.
Positive Traits: Outgoing, loyal, and quick on his feet.
Negative Traits: Impulsive, rude, and short tempered.
Sexuality: Bisexual; prefers men.
Suffers from: OCD.
Biography: Under Construction.
”It’s not safe to be out here alone..” He stated, stepping out of the shadows, a gun in his hand.
⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do
⏀ describe their usual smile
⇅ do they look up or down while thinking?
❧ describe their usual sleeping position
✑ describe something they like without naming it
✜ what’s their posture like in a normal situation?
❖ describe their hands
❞ write a quote they would find themselves saying
§ how would their hair gray? or would they lose their hair first?
❤ describe how they show affection.
✭ what is one of their favorite items?
"Don’t pretend that I didn’t matter to you!"
"Why do you care?"
"You’re the one who left!"
"Believe what you want."
"You think you know everything about me, but you don’t."
"I found this last night. Is it yours?"
"How could you do that?"
"If you ever loved me you’d let me go."
"Love you? How could I ever love you? You’re broken and I’m not going to try and fix that."
"But you promised."
"I’m going to just… leave then."
Name: Vincent W. Markwell.
Born: June 11, 1990.
Status: Alive & alone.
Occupation: Tattoo artist.
Positive Traits: Loyal, intelligent, and caring.
Negative Traits: Reserved, has trust issues, and can be rather cold - hearted at times.
Suffers from: Past drug addiction, alcohol abuse, and PTSD.
Biography: Vincent was born, and raised in Atlanta, Georgia, and grew up in a household of separation, and neglect. His mother was killed in a car accident, leaving his father alone to care for him, and his two sisters. When he was around fifteen his youngest sister was beaten death, and raped by his father. His father was soon sent to prison, and the two remaining siblings were sent to a foster home.
Vincent was thrown into a public high school, and was immediately outcasted by his peers. The male fell into a deep depression, resorting to drugs and alcohol to help him cope. —- And his eldest sister didn’t care. He somehow managed to graduate from high school with average grades, although he didn’t apply for any colleges.
Now that he was alone, he got a job at a tattoo parlor downtown, and remained there until he turned twenty two. That’s when the world went to hell. When the disease began to spread, he was quick to pack his things, and high tail it out of the city. He stayed in the woods for about a month, feeding off of wild animals, and whatever he could find.
He avoided groups, until a pack of cannibalistic survivor’s captured him, and threatened to kill him if he didn’t join them. —- He managed to escape, and make his way far from the city. He remarkably ran into his sister on the road, and joined her group of three survivors. The other two were brutally killed by a herd of walkers during a supply run, leaving the two siblings alone together.