"You know, I always thought that a zombie apocalypse sounded like a whole lot of fun. You basically get to crack heads for fun and be totally independent on your skills to survive... But it ain't no fun when there's forty of those motherfuckers surrounding you with no light source, and no way out."

"This life ain't for everybody... Guess I'm not one of everybody."

"You don't know pain or fear until you watch your family get torn apart limb by limb in front of your own eyes."

Name: Orion Rixx

Age: 23

Looks: Orion's a young adult with a lot more years of stress under his belt that no young man should have to deal with, but at least it doesn't show on the surface. He has longish black hair, usually dirty or bloody considering the world he lives in, captivating electric blue eyes that could piece through you with a slight glance, and an overall good face, fortunately untouched by the apocalypse. He stands at 5'11 with a lean athletic build, perfect for getting out of trouble quick when needed, and still strong enough to fight if it comes to it. He wears whatever he can get his hands on, but typically wears a black hoodie, unzipped to show off his three-tone, white red and black shirt. He typically wears black track pants and light gray sneakers, along with fingerless gloves so he doesn't fuck his hands up while using weapons.

Personality: Orion's a skilled survivalist and gifted with a silver tongue, a great diplomat that can verbally manipulate himself out of most situations. It's crazy what politeness can get you in a world as feral as this one. Aside from that, he puts his survival first and everything else second, making an exception for those in his group and anyone who he deems to be good-hearted. He's generally good-natured, but only to an extent- if helping someone poses a very serious risk to his life, he'll get out of there without a second thought- at least not until he makes it back to camp, where he'll be guilt-ridden until he drinks himself to sleep or just wallows in self-hatred until he can breathe easy. However, under the scars and stress lies the kind man that once worked in an office, locked away by a world of struggle and misery. 

Occupation: Apocalypse Survivalist

Family/Friends: Deceased mother, father, and brother that all met violent ends. He'd prefer to forget about them.

As far as friends go, he runs in a group of five, all great survivalists with their own individual strengths.

Mac: Older Texan man who's the group's marksman.

Theresa: The group's cook, great with sharp weapons and very agile.

Dennis: A big, strong man from Atlanta with immense strength and resilience.

Grant: A former NFL quarterback who can throw insanely accurately, and is an all-around decent survivor.

Talents: Silver-tongued, athletic, extremely resourceful, great survival skills.

Dislikes: Zombies, hostile groups, large bases, living a nomadic lifestyle.

Likes: Kicking ass, taking it easy with the group, being alive, and Uno. It's the only card game at the camp.

Backstory: Up until the apocalypse happened, Orion lived a relatively normal life, working as an office grunt for a marketing company. When the pandemic struck, Orion grouped up with his family and hid at home, successful until the fourth day when those freaks broke in through the balcony and stormed the house, tearing apart his brother, mother, and father right in front of his eyes... There was nothing he could do, and they're the reasons he even got out alive- the zombies got too distracted munching on his beloved family to even notice him. Ever since then, Orion has slowly changed as a person through hardships and experience, striking the perfect balance between empathy and survival, ending up becoming much more resilient than most people he'd ever met. He found a strange group that accepted him a year after his family's demise and has ran with them since, now five years into the apocalypse. What a mess fortune has made of things...

(It's vague but more details will be revealed during the RP)