Appearance: Rather small for her age at 5’2 and about 50kgs, Nevaeh certainly isn’t a very intimidating figure. She has a light brown complexion, being of african american and caucasian descent, her hair long, somewhat tightly curled and a deep black which she usually keeps up in a bun. She’s pretty lithe, even skinny, but with toned legs from a few years of track and field.
Personality: Actually fairly rude. She has a bit of a juvenile history which has led to her being mistrustful and largely cynical of other people. She views any form of help as “charity”, and tries to avoid relying on others. She would consider herself “independent” and “free-spirited”, but sometimes that just comes off as buckish and stubborn. She isn’t truly a smartass, but this stems from her upbringing. Similar to Link, she can be very empathetic and sensitive, but she tries to repress that to the best of her ability.
Bio: Nevaeh was born in an impoverished household to an abusive mother and an absentee father, along with two siblings, her being the middle-child. Her older brother was regularly in and out of juvenile detention centers before being sentenced to five years in a state jail for aggravated robbery with a firearm. Her father barely in her life and her mother often god-knows-where, she took it to herself to provide for her younger brother, Daren, often through less than legal means.
Weapon of choice: Not a very confrontational person, but a reliable pistol if necessary.
Name: Charlie (Nano) Anderson
Appearance: Dark brown skin and even darker hair. His bright sea green eyes stand out almost unnervingly against his dark complexion.
Bio: Nano's parents were good people. but they often struggled to make ends meet. He had siblings, but he was separated from his family when a zombie invaded their house. He managed to save his adopted sister, Amy, but the rest of his family disappeared.
Weapon(s) of Choice: Long range firearms.
Other: He's really good with technology, hence the nickname "Nano".
Name: Amy Anderson (biological last name Crosser)
Appearance: Pale skin, straight orange hair, and thoughtful dark brown eyes with a spray of freckles over her nose. She sometimes has an oversized dark gray hoodie on, which is Charlie's.
Bio: She had a rough childhood, constantly being bounced back and forth between different foster homes. She ran away and was unofficially adopted by Charlie's family. She lived with them for four years. If she hadn't been with Charlie, she would have died.
Weapon(s) of Choice: On her brother's insistence, she has a small dagger sheathed at her hip. She's exceptionally good at improvising, however, and killed a zombie with a broken bottle once.
Other: She's pretty small.
Link Lancaster stepped out of the shower, lukewarm water dripping from his skin. The tub was still full, sloshing around as he tapped his toes past the foot of the shower, repeating in a rhythmic cycle. Foot out once, back in. Foot out twice, back in twice. Foot out thrice, back in thrice.
Nevaeh was awoken, abruptly.
“Time for breakfast! Everybody! It is time! For! Breakfast!” Shouted a gruff old man’s voice outside her dormitory-like room. The shuffle of other bodies adjacent to her mingled with the sound of a tin pot being viciously struck outside the door.
Ace yawned, leaning on the wall of the kitchen as his little sister spoke. "You're so boring," He teased. "Hey! Am not!" She protested, raising her voice. She took an overwhelming step towards him. "Wow! Hey! Chill out!" He put his hands in front of her, as if an officer was threatening him.