10-30-2018, 05:12 AM
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[spoiler=info on carlos]- carlos abraham reyes
- 27-30, he lost count if he's completely honest
- cis male, bisexual homoromantic
- biracial, father was hispanic, and his mother was caucasian.
- his mother died when he was little, and his father was left to raise him. he was raised in a religious ( jewish ) household, but he was lucky that his father didn't can about sexuality.
- his father died when carlos was 19 to lung cancer
- carlos is an alcoholic, and went to jail for not going to a court case for a DUI and then committed tax fraud.. several times.
- has an angel wing tattoos on his arms, one with his mother's name and the other with his father's. he has another tattoo on his back that reads "He searches his mind and heart to see if he is serving Him as is fitting - Tanya ch. 41" though, its in hebrew.
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[member=9384]DARWIN.[/member] the last two paragraphs are the only important ones darlin!!
carlos could remember the day the world went to shit. of course, it had started going down the shitter, but that day, he had been in the one room they had for free-time that had the tv. the only channel they were allowed to watch was the news- FOX news, but it was news. he had been sat, eating a granola bar on his own, watching the television like it was the most important thing in the world when the forecaster stopped seaking for a moment, put his fingers to his hair and nodded.
"I'm getting word that.. there has been a mass riot in atlanta. the entire city seemed to storm the streets, but there are some who managed to escape the disaster-" almost instantly, all of the inmates were at the tv, leaning forward in their chairs to watch. "the death toll is estimated to be around 10,000 people, including women and children- what?" the forecaster mumbled, looking off camera before someone tackled him, shrieking into the mic before biting into the front of the man's neck.
then the sirens started to go off, red emergency lights flashing. the inmates were quickly ushered from the free-time room and back to their cells, but.. some guards just dropped dead. carlos had attempted to resuscitate them, only to get attacked. after fighting off these undead guards, there were rushed into their cells.
months later, carlos and ten other people were escorted to some sort of military base where they were injected with some sort of vaccine, and then the base got overrun. carlos and one other person was the only person to survive. they had ran, not stopping until they couldn't breathe anymore..
that was nearly four years ago, and it was still clear as day. he would still dream about it- all the blood and chaos that had been cause.. all the people he watched die and then come back. yes, it had a tole on him, but it would have a tole on everyone. as he sat by the campfire, staring into the flickering flames, he would pull the blanket that he had closer to his shoulders. it was getting colder, which meant that hunting would be harder.. if they could find an animal that hadn't turned.
looking to the man he had escaped with, he would scowl. "cold?" he inquired, acent heavily influenced by his home town (brooklyn), and his first language (spanish, obviously).
[spoiler=info on carlos]- carlos abraham reyes
- 27-30, he lost count if he's completely honest
- cis male, bisexual homoromantic
- biracial, father was hispanic, and his mother was caucasian.
- his mother died when he was little, and his father was left to raise him. he was raised in a religious ( jewish ) household, but he was lucky that his father didn't can about sexuality.
- his father died when carlos was 19 to lung cancer
- carlos is an alcoholic, and went to jail for not going to a court case for a DUI and then committed tax fraud.. several times.
- has an angel wing tattoos on his arms, one with his mother's name and the other with his father's. he has another tattoo on his back that reads "He searches his mind and heart to see if he is serving Him as is fitting - Tanya ch. 41" though, its in hebrew.
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[member=9384]DARWIN.[/member] the last two paragraphs are the only important ones darlin!!
carlos could remember the day the world went to shit. of course, it had started going down the shitter, but that day, he had been in the one room they had for free-time that had the tv. the only channel they were allowed to watch was the news- FOX news, but it was news. he had been sat, eating a granola bar on his own, watching the television like it was the most important thing in the world when the forecaster stopped seaking for a moment, put his fingers to his hair and nodded.
"I'm getting word that.. there has been a mass riot in atlanta. the entire city seemed to storm the streets, but there are some who managed to escape the disaster-" almost instantly, all of the inmates were at the tv, leaning forward in their chairs to watch. "the death toll is estimated to be around 10,000 people, including women and children- what?" the forecaster mumbled, looking off camera before someone tackled him, shrieking into the mic before biting into the front of the man's neck.
then the sirens started to go off, red emergency lights flashing. the inmates were quickly ushered from the free-time room and back to their cells, but.. some guards just dropped dead. carlos had attempted to resuscitate them, only to get attacked. after fighting off these undead guards, there were rushed into their cells.
months later, carlos and ten other people were escorted to some sort of military base where they were injected with some sort of vaccine, and then the base got overrun. carlos and one other person was the only person to survive. they had ran, not stopping until they couldn't breathe anymore..
that was nearly four years ago, and it was still clear as day. he would still dream about it- all the blood and chaos that had been cause.. all the people he watched die and then come back. yes, it had a tole on him, but it would have a tole on everyone. as he sat by the campfire, staring into the flickering flames, he would pull the blanket that he had closer to his shoulders. it was getting colder, which meant that hunting would be harder.. if they could find an animal that hadn't turned.
looking to the man he had escaped with, he would scowl. "cold?" he inquired, acent heavily influenced by his home town (brooklyn), and his first language (spanish, obviously).
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[align=center]gregory / 17 / trans male / married to legiana
[align=center]gregory / 17 / trans male / married to legiana