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Started August 25, 2022 by @EtherealDreamer

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Im gonna go ahead and put three characters if thats alright.
Name: Eva Christine Sandoval (character of Legacy! I post chapters on notebook so some may know her :3)
Nicknames (if any): Some call her Eve
Age: 32
Appearance: Eva is tallish, standing at 5'8". She has a small stature but she has a good bit of meat of her.
Eva has dark espresso like skin tone with long blonde hair that is naturally straight and falls down to her waist. She has orange-brown siren eyes and golden blonde eyelashes and eyebrows. She has thin-ish lips and a slim nose with a large arabic/egyptian bridge. She has a gorgeous side profile lemme tell ya that! From the front, it looks pretty thin though. Her origin is unknown even to her, though she has a lot of egyptian in her.
Eva has prominent cheekbones and looks decently malnourished because of this. She's not (anymore) but her prominent features let her look that way. She has a sharp jawline and slim hands and she keeps her nails decently short and clean. She tries to appear as put together as she can but its difficult for her.
Her demeanor is very motherly and soft and you can tell she is a softer soul by simply how she holds herself. She wears golden jewlery, though not a ton. She wears a golden wedding ring, a few very thin gold bracelets and very small golden hoops in her ears.
Eva has a kind smile but she doesnt show it too often unless its fake. She looks very tired, as she has dark circles under her eyes and her blonde hair has plenty of grey hairs blending in with it.
Eva is covered in large scars but she covers most of them with her clothes. Most of them have a lighter tannish color, standing out plenty on her skin. She has few on her face though.
Here are some paintings of her i have done :)
https://pin.it/7xHd387
https://pin.it/MuWAcqD
Clothing style: Eva tends to wear muted colors and looser clothing. She prefers sweaters, sweats, bellbottom jeans, or long flowy dresses; along with occasionally button ups with high waisted jeans cuz damn she looks good in them! Though she will wear almost anything, this is what she mostly wears.
here are some links to outfits you would probably see her in on an average day.
https://pin.it/1OqO1Kg
https://pin.it/2PeIAtf
https://pin.it/1nTg8gv
https://pin.it/6pM88SA
https://pin.it/4gsqHvT

Preferred Weapon: She's carried a gun on her for as long as she's been able to and even when she wasn't. Though she can work with almost anything, she prefers a pistol. She doesnt go anywhere without it and ammo always can be found on her.
Eva is very versatile, independant, strong and she can be useful almost anywhere. She's very patient (being a mother will do that to you haha) and nurturing. And even though she wouldn't count that as a weapon, i would bc she knows how to use it.
Career Before Flu: tbd! (Aka…i havent figured that out yet)
Likes: her son, flowers, winter, cold weather and rain, the color green, nature, having friends, and having long hair. She enjoys painting but wouldnt say she was good at it. She loves cooking and she's really good at it as well.
Dislikes: sand, the heat, men, sci-fi, unreasonable people, closed minded people, spiders, too much salt, the ocean, and mud.
Background: also tbd!
Other: Don't underestimate her, she's extremely resourceful.

Name: Cassius Thomas Avian Sandoval (born when Eva was 23)
Nicknames (if any): call him Cassie!
Age: 6
Appearance: Cassie is a very smol and skinny child and resembles his mother greatly. His skin is slightly lighter than hers and his hair is just about the same shade. He has golden brown eyes, blonde eyebrows and eyelashes. His bridge hasn't formed too much yet so he has a pretty smol nose and big cheeks! His lips are pouty but more angular and often his bottom lip is sticking out for some reason or another.
He has big eyes and often stares at you. Dont mind him. Or do.
Cassie looks very sad most of the time and will rarely be seen throwing a tantrum if at all. Sadly, he doesn't act like a child as hes seen some shit and trauma has matured him in ways nothing else could.
His hair is longish, falling down to just above his chin. It's choppy and curly, most of the time getting in his face. He has flushed cheeks and droopy, down turned eyes. His eyelashes have always been very long.
heres a little painting i did :,(
https://pin.it/5Lwq8Wf
Clothing style: idk bro he's a child. He probably wears whatever Eva can afford. He doesn't like wearing bright colors though.
Preferred Weapon: Eva defintiely taught him how to use a gun but he's obviously just a child. He's not about
Career Before Flu: lol being a kid
Likes: bugs, watching Eva paint, collecting things, snails, small animals in general, deer.
Dislikes: Cars, tight clothing, clothing in general, other people, his sister >:( sand, loud noises, his nails. He's very bothered by the fact that they dont feel like the rest of his skin.
Background: he's lived with his mom his whole life and never knew his father.
Other: He's a more quiet child unless he's with his mom and sister.

Name: Liana (Lee-ona) Sandoval (born when Eva was 15)
Nicknames (if any): none
Age: 17
Appearance: Liana stands at 5'6" and weighs about 130lbs. She has just about the same thin body type as her mother. She has more of a round face, though still angular and her skin is a nice almond skin tone. She has black curly hair from her father and an huge smile. She has a decently large bridge thats thin from the front like the rest of the family.
She has large eyes that are a hazelnut brown and her cheeks are often blushed. She has thick lips and long eyelashes.
Im tired so im not gonna write anymore about her appearence. heres a picture of her and Cassie though!
https://pin.it/6FdOEPV
Clothing style: Liana likes to think she's very stylish! Though she's only 17 so she hasn't figured it all out yet though.
I cant really describe it, but she's defintiely the rebel in the family for sure XD
here are some links!
https://pin.it/5zs5DzZ
https://pin.it/FmSXn1A
https://pin.it/45FDCUj
she's in her teenage dirtbag phase lmao
Preferred Weapon: her words lol. she's a savage and she'll go after your heart and soul and dig up every insecurity you ever had and create new ones for you as well if youd let her. Dont let her see your weak spot bc she will exploit it and make you feel like you are literally worth nothing.
She likes her butterfly knife though haha
Her mom got it for her for her birthday (bc Eva is over protective and wants her to know how to defend herself) and she carries it everywhere she goes. Liana knows a lot of tricks with it and also uses it often to threaten people. She doesn't give a shit about anything.
Career Before Flu: she's a bb
Likes: knives, bullying people (but in the fun teasing way, not actually bullying someone who doesnt deserve it), putting people in their place, her parents and her little brother, necklaces and rings, eyeliner, beanies, pinterest, her skateboard, doc martins' and thunderstorms.
Dislikes: writing, listening to anyone but herself, medication, vapes, those holes you get in the side of your jeans on your thighs (ifykyk), the colors pink, purple, blue, and orange. She doesn't like cicadas but she likes beetles and opossums.
Background: Lianna had lived most of her life with her father across the world in Spain and lived wealthily. She was a spoiled brat who didn't listen to her dad and had no respect for anyone.
Though he got involved in some shady stuff and wouldnt tell her any details, only told her that she had to live with her mother. This was when she was about 13 years old. Ever since, she's been living with Eva and her baby brother since.

if i paint any more of these peeps, i will put it here on the temps and let yall know lol.
Anyway! i hope theyre alright!

Name: Donevan Ward
Nicknames (if any): he only goes by Devon, but if he likes someone enough, they can call him Dev.
Age: 20
Appearance: he's 6 foot nothing. Tall and thin. He's got average muscles. Black hair and dark eyes. He has a RBF that makes him look like he would kill someone if they stepped to close.
Clothing style: dark, jeans and a hoodie, with black combat boots that have rainbow laces…simply so he has a splash of color (courtesy of his sister)
Preferred Weapon: a knife if he has to.
Career Before Flu: college student, studying to be a writer.
Likes: dark things. and cats.
Dislikes: violence. And females. (In general not just relationship wise. They scare him rip) people.
Background: he grew up with his mother, who got rid of his sister when she was born, he found her when he was 17 (she was 13) and moved out to live with her and take care of her. His mother was a over controlling and aggressive person, why he is a pacifist and hates females.
Other: well, obviously he's gay, as he hates females. And he is only alive bc June (his sister) loves violence.

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Name: Junifer Ward
Nicknames (if any): June
Age: 16
Appearance: long black hair she keeps out of her face with a headband. She wears red contacts. 5'3 and thin.
Clothing style: she wears a red plaid overall dress over a blavk lace long sleeve shirt and black combat boots. She has a matching red headband.

https://pin.it/2EYTbGW

Preferred Weapon: a sword
Career Before Flu: worked in a bookstore
Likes: red (obviously) and old style things. People.
Dislikes: most technology.
Background: she grew up with her grandmother who died when June was 12. She then ran away only to be found by her brother a year later. She then moved in with him and protects him. They both keep to themselves.
Other: she might only be 16, but she's a flirt.

(this good?)

(yes, I like him very much—)

Lucky crested the hill and tugged gently on the reins, pulling Sinjoro to a halt. The rolling grasslands went for miles, as far as he could tell, but there were towns dotted here and there.
He'd have to avoid those, probably. The disease riddled bodies of the dead had never been handled properly in some of the smaller places, and that was an infection risk he wasn't willing to take. He had enough food to last him for at least a week still, so he wouldn't have to risk it until then.
He patted his horse's neck. "Well, what do we do, Big Boi? Stick around here?"
Sinjoro pawed nervously at the ground in response, and Lucky ruffled his mane. "Good call. Better check for people."
He pulled a small set of binoculars out of his saddlebag and scanned the towns, looking for anyone still alive.

Lucas made his way up onto the roof, for the past three days he'd been planning on heading West, so he had the brilliant idea to bring white paint up and paint large words on his dorm houses roof.

He had so far completed the words Heading West on I-75 and during the morning hours, when he awoke in a sweat from his horrible nightmare of his sister being deathly ill, he had decided to get started on signing his own name.

He stood back, admiring his shaky work, but heights had never really been his thing.
Heading West on I-75,
Lucas Emilio Davenport
the roof read. The slanted roofing of the dorm building was facing the street and he hoped that whoever looked upon this sign, would be looking from the south of the building, because otherwise they would not see it.

At last he put the paint can down and wiped his hands on his tan colored cargo pants.
The bottom of the t-shirt he was wearing, had white fingerprints near the bottom.

Alastor grunted as he pulled himself through the window of an abandoned warehouse, his arms and legs protesting from how much strain he's put his body through the past few days. He stumbled as he landed on the ground, but he managed to catch himself before he could fall onto the unforgiving looking concrete floor.

A deep bark of greeting sounded from the other side of the large room, enhanced by the acoustics of the walls, and Alastor saw his massive German Shepherd companion, Zeus, pad towards him, his bushy tail wagging happily.

"Hey boy," Al said with an exhausted smile, obediently obliging when the dog rolled over for a belly rub.

Alastor looked around the warehouse and his smile faded as he saw the dwindling pile of supplies. He found a small pack of survivors near the airport a couple days ago and he gave them enough food, water, and weapons to last them for a while. Unfortunately, that didn't leave a lot of stuff left for him and his dog excet for the belt full of poisons and chemicals as self-defense, his police gun, a first aid kit, a few canteens of water, and a small backpack full of beef jerky and dried fruit.

Zeus got up and nuzzled his owner, sensing his concern.
"I know bud," he said quietly, petting his thick long fur as he spoke. "Hopefully we'll find a group of our own to join instead of being by ourselves."

Liam wandered through the bodies, this place had had far less care than most all the other towns, but it was the closest place to restock, so he had no other choice. He looked up suddenly as a deep bark resounded from a few streets over. If dogs could survive, then they probably had food, and he was not above eating with animals, food was food, and the last time he had eaten anything was yesterday morning. Slowly he stumbled around trash and other who knows what heading towards the sound of the bark. Finally, he looked around the back of a building that had been more than torn to pieces and saw and open window in the side of a wearhouse. He pulled himself up and through the window, but froze after dropping down when he saw a man sitting in the middle of the floor with a huge dog snuggled up to him.

Both Alastor and Zeus immediately stood up, with the big dog standing protectively in front of him, growling at the new comer. Alastor instinctively reached for his belt but he stopped and took a good look at the person, and saw that he was a young teen.

"Calm down Zeus," Alastor murmured, making the German Shepherd stop growling, although his fur was still raised and he didn't move from in front of his owner.

"Hey," Alastor said kindly to the teen, reaching for the backpack without breaking eye contact. He unzippied it and got out a small ziplock bag of rasins and another bag of beef jerky.

"Hungry?" He asked, offering him the food while keeping Zeus behind him.

Lucas made his way down, making sure to recheck his pack for the things he knew he needed.
After checking at least three separate times, he headed off, towards the highway, he planned on going westward, to where he wasn't completely sure. He walked the bicycle he planned on riding for the trip.

Since there was car pile ups he decided the bike would be easier, so he could ride on the outskirts of the roads, without having to stop to do so.

Liam looked from the dog, who was apparently named zeus, to the man to the food he was holding out, and back to the man.
"No, i mean Ye-es. I am bu-but thats your's."
he stuttered out while looking around the room. His eyes stopping on a small pile of supplies, particularly on a belt of chemicals and poisons. He looked back to the food in the man's hand and backed as far back as he could, which was not far, seeing as he was already on the wall.
"I think i'm good." He said trying to smother the hunger that was rising in him just by looking at the possibility of nourishment.

Lucky scanned the horizon, not seeing any obvious movement in the towns. He started to put the binoculars away, before something way off in the distance caught his eye.
A bigger city, straddling the interstate. Lucky largely avoided roads now, since he's been ambushed while riding on them twice before, but he did follow their general direction.
He could barely see the city, as hazy as it was, but he could make out some of the brighter colored billboards and signs… Wait, what is that?
He squinted and focused the binoculars a bit more, and found a sign painted on a roof.
Somebody heading my direction… He was west of the town, but not directly. Since he'd been off the road, he was more southwest. The roof had definitely been angled away from him.
He put the binoculars away and patted Sinjoro's neck again.
"Whaddya think, Sinjoro? Risk the road to see if this guy with my name is friendly?"
Sinjoro tossed his head, flicking his mane. Lucky grinned. "I'll take that as a yes."
He clicked and they took off at a canter towards I-75.

Alastor saw him glance at the belt and sighed.

"I'm not a murderer or anything like that, I swear. Before this whole apocalypse crap I was a homicide investigator and I stole that belt from an evidence storage room at the police department I worked at," he explained, slowly walking closer to the kid, trying to look as harmless and approachable as possible.

He held out the food again to him. "I promise it's not poisoned. I've been handing out supplies to any survivors I can find, and you look hungry. Eat it."

Lucas continued to make his way westward, his eyes scanning anything that caused any slight movement.

He stopped in a nearby small town, off one of the small intersections with barely visible signs. He sat against the trunk of a tree and ate strawberries.

Ariella was headed down the interstate. No. That wasn't quite right. Never in her right mind would she just walk in the open unless she had no choice. No. She was following the interstate from a distance. She was just in the tree line of the woods that followed the road. She hopped that it would bring her to an empty town eventually. Hopefully a bed to sleep in. She could lock the doors and set up bell like things, so that if someone entered, it would wake her.
She wiped her forehead of sweat. Her duffle bag weighed her down significantly but she would never be found without it. It was her medical supplies. She was surprised she had the amount that she did and that she hadn't be robbed of it. She supposed it helped that she tried to stay away from others.
A town was in sight, thank God for that. Her water was nearly depleted and she ate the last of her food hours ago. Perhaps she would get lucky and find a home stocked food. Or at least running water and she could take a shower and wash away the grime and dirt and…blood.
She had just stepped out of the safety of her treeline when she heard…hooves? She turned her head. A horse. That was definitely a horse. And that horse had a rider. She froze. Perhaps if she didn't move, she wouldn't be seen.

Leo took the food but didn't eat it. "Why?" he asked simply then took a bite of the jreky, the flavor enticing him to take another. "Thank you." he said in a whisper.

"No problem," Alastor said, smiling warmly at the teen. He turned around and beckoned to Zeus with a quick flick of his wrist and the muscular dog walked up to them, sniffing the kid curiously before licking his hand.

"This is Zeus," Alastor said, fondly petting his friend. "He's really sweet around people once he realizes they aren't a threat. And I'm Alastor. Who are you?"

Devon sat in a car, one that had lost the door and was piled up and relatively hidden. His sister, June, was asleep in the back seat, so he was on watch. He was in the middle of the town practically, where the biggest pile of cars were. He sighed, leaning his head against the steering wheel. Even if he had seen people, he would just hide until they left, but if June saw them, she would start a conversation and force friendship.

Lucky was heading towards the city with the sign, hoping to meet whoever 'Lucas' was. Sinjoro snorted suddenly, and Lukas looked around. He kept his head on a swivel in general, but when something made the horse nervous, he always cranked up his alertness.
There. Down off the road, he saw a person hiding in the treeline. A girl, it looked like, but he couldn't be sure from here.
Whoever it was, they weren't moving, or pointing a weapon at him. So he waved in their direction, trying to show he wasn't a threat.

If they decided to be a threat, he'd do what he had to do.

Lucas stopped suddenly, he had heard a noise while slowly pedaling past a car pile up.

He stopped, planting one foot firmly on the ground and listening for a moment.
It sounded like the rustling of leather. He looked around and saw nothing, so he set his bike against the railing and began to search around, occasionally stopping to listen to the noise and where it was coming from.

A few minutes later he stopped, as he was facing a car with the door missing, sitting in the driver's seat was a person, the first person he had seen since the Deluxe Flu had killed everyone in the dorms but himself and another girl, whom had committed suicide by jumping from the roof.

"uhm hi" he said, waving shly.

Ariella was shaking, though she tried to conceal it. She hadn't come across another live human in weeks. And the last encounter wasn't exactly a friendly one. She would do what she had to do to survive. But this man, he looked bigger than her, healthier. And he had a horse. What was to say he wouldn't just run her over.
Did he just…did he just wave at her? That wasn't an expected reaction. She hadn't come across anyone very friendly since the start of all of this. Or they would feign friendliness but they truly just had evil things in store for her. She was a woman after all.
She had a knife tucked into her waistband in the back and she reached for it. She didn't quite pull it out yet, but she wanted it in grasp. It was easier to conceal the motion than grabbing at her bow. Whole she was a quick draw, she wasn't sure she could shoot it in time. With her free hand, she gave a small wave. Better to play along for as long as she could.

She waved back, but was definitely timid. Lucky didn't change his course. He stayed in the middle of the road, dodging cars and roadblocks. When he pulled even with where she was in the trees, he stopped, but stayed on his horse's back.
If she attacks we've gotta go, Big Boi…
Not that Sinjoro could hear his thoughts, but the horse knew the drill.
"Hello?" he called out towards the treeline.