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Faction: Bandit

Name: Zoya Polis
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: None
Race: Caucasian

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Appearance: Zoya has jet black hair that goes down to the bottom of her back. She tends to wear her hair in a ponytail, so that she doesn't accidentally sit on it, which has happened a lot. Her gray-blue eyes have the hardened look of an accomplished criminal. She has a tall and lean stature, standing at a good 5'9". She looks as though she wouldn't be able to move much of anything, but is easily the strongest of her team. She has a thin face that has scars running down her left cheek, a gash from long ago that reaches the top of her neck.

Personality: Zoya doesn't talk a lot and would prefer to talk with her fists. When she does talk, her voice is ironically melodic in a soothing way. She prefers to not trust anyone, and keep to herself along with her partner, making sure nobody hurts her.

Quirks: When Zoya is stressed, she refuses any kind of human comfort, and will tend to disappear to go and kill something or someone.

Backstory: About a year before the outbreak of infected, Zoya had been sentenced to life in prison, for the murder of a 9 year old boy and his mother. She felt no remorse for the two, since the son had insulted her, and after Zoya smacked the kid across the face, the mother began to yell at her. Zoya's rage built up, and she pulled out a knife and stabbed them both 10 times in different areas of their body's. The cops soon arrived when a bystander called for them, witnessing the full murder. Zoya didn't move though, she waited for the cops, in which she was recognized, for when she blew a puff of marijuana in a cops face claiming that marijuana needs to be legalized. Zoya was sentenced to life in prison, where she met Orla.
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Stats: 0 points to spend.
Physique: 8/10
Stealth: 3/10
Stamina: 6/10
Intelligence: 3/10
Willpower (mental state): 5/10
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Accessories:

Armor -
Body: A prison guard uniform that she stole when she escaped from prison
Head: NA
*Every survivor receives a gas mask for protection against spores.

Weapons -
Primary Weapon: Police Baton
Secondary Weapon: Combat Shotgun

Extra inventory (Not including items):
Slot 1:
Slot 2:
Slot 3:
Slot 4:
Slot 5:

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Name: Orla Reiss
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: Straight
Race: African American

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Appearance: Orla has dark brown-red hair that is styled in dreads, that go down to the bottom of her shoulder blades. She has deep brown eyes that show compassion and wariness within them. She stands at only 5'6" making her very short compared to her partner. Her stature is lean, but she's not very strong. She has little to no curves to her, and has thin arms.

Personality: Orla is one that loves to talk, she tends to answer for Zoya. Orla also knows when to shut her mouth, even though it can be hard at times to do so. She has a loud and sometimes annoying voice that can drive her partner bonkers sometimes. She tends to act cheery all the time, even in the most grim of situations, and is surprisingly good with a gun. It's hard to get her angry as well, so when she is made angry, everybody has to clear out, even Zoya at times.

Quirks: Zoya will come home some days to find the whole house reorganized, thanks to Orla and her OCD.

Backstory: Orla was wrongfully accused of killing her boyfriend, who had been run over by a cop. She was sentenced to jail for 20 years, and was in there for only a half a year when she met her lifelong friend/enemy Zoya. When Orla was younger, her father would take her to the shooting range, and she learned to shoot a gun there. Her father, sadly, was diagnosed with brain cancer, where he shortly died after a year of harsh treatments, leaving Orla when she was 13. Orla's mother was a drug user and a raging alcoholic, forcing Orla into foster care after her father died. Nobody ever adopted her since she was 13 and most longing parents wanted babies. She had dropped out of school to focus on work to be able to get her own place. As soon as she turned 18 she was out of foster care and taking care of herself with an okay job that she didn't dislike, since it's where she had met her now deceased boyfriend. The cop who had ran him over, took the sobbing Orla into custody, and she was sent to jail shortly after.

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Stats: 0 points to spend.
Physique: 4/10
Stealth: 4/10
Stamina: 4/10
Intelligence: 8/10
Willpower (mental state): 5/10

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Accessories:

Armor -
Body: Orla reluctantly wears the prison guard uniform that Zoya stole.
Head: Orla has a red bandanna that she wears around her head
*Every survivor receives a gas mask for protection against spores.

Weapons -
Primary Weapon: 9 mm Pistol
Secondary Weapon: Police Baton

Extra inventory (Not including items):
Slot 1:
Slot 2:
Slot 3:
Slot 4:
Slot 5:

Ammo: 15,075 Ammo
Cans of food: 165 Cans
Respect: 1275/2500

Extra Items:

White Pomeranian, named Cricket
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"Zoya! I had caugh' word of a group out there with survivors in i'!" The dark skinned 20 year old said to her partner.

The black haired lady returned with a small glare, "So? You know I don't do well with people."

She rolled her eyes in return, "Come on! It won' kill ya ta be nice!"

A sigh came from Zoya, "Fine! Just don't expect much from me!"

"Woo!" The 20 year old shouted happily. As the pair made their way to where Orla had heard of the group, "I think you'll like them, they love raiding and tend ta talk with their fis's." Orla explained.

"Ah"

"I''ll be so nice ta be with other people again!" While Orla was talking, Zoya had crossed her arms over her chest, "Aren' you exci'ed?! Well, you're rarely ever exci'ed. Tha's okay though, cause I'm exci'ed!"

"Okay okay, I get it, you're excited" Zoya murmured in her quiet voice.

"Haha! Yeah, besides, they also have food at their camp as well. We'll be able ta s'ock up on food as well, maybe be able to buy some stuff too!"

"Why would I waste my materials to trade with someone else?" Zoya growled.

"So we can ge' something be''er!" Orla shouted happily.

"Hey! Shut up!" a man's voice suddenly shouted at Orla, "What the 'ell you doing here?" An islander glared at the duo, garbed in prison guard uniforms, weapons on their back.

Zoya glowered at the man, a long beard donned with teeth, his eyes piercing black as he examined the two. "Hello! Are you Balthazar?" Orla spoke up, smiling at him, flashing her slightly yellow teeth now.

"Who's askin'?" he growled in return.

"Well, we are two travelers who have managed ta escape from jail and are looking for a safe place ta hopefully be able to reside!" Orla explained cheerily.

Balthazar raised an eyebrow at that, "Jail? Well that explains the guard uniforms" he responded, but didn't give the duo a yes or no yet.

Orla waited a bit in silence then said, "So, is there anyway we could possibly join you?"

"Hmm, I don't know, maybe you could go and clear some of the infected out in order to prove yourselves."

Zoya grinned and Orla said, "Well, okay, we'll do that!"

"I'll be watching you two, so don't let me have to intervene!"
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After walking for a while, the trio made their way to a clearing in the forest, that had about 10 infected in it, each one covered with fungi. Orla shivered a bit, while Zoya cracked each of her fingers and her neck, grinning wickedly. "This is gonna be fun" the silent 26 year old muttered quietly.

"Oh! The mute talks!" Balthazar announced sarcastically, drawing some of the infected's attention.

Zoya glared at him, "Fuck you."

He just smiled back at her, "Have fun" as he took a step back, the walkers approaching.

Zoya rolled her eyes, then pulled out her police baton, and Orla pulled out her pistol. "Orla, put the pistol away" Zoya growled, "We don't wanna attract even more" before she charged ahead, and easily beat in the head of one of the infected's head.

"Okay okay!" Orla reluctantly put the gun away and pulled out her own police baton, then followed after the quietly laughing Zoya.

The duo, more over Zoya, made quick work of the infected, with Orla killing about one of the infected in the time span of Zoya killing 9. Balthazar smiled, "Alright, you guys are good, I like you're fighting style Mute."

Orla smiled, "Good! And maybe I'll start calling her mute too" the African American laughed.

"Don't you dare!" growled Zoya.

"Hey, you guys can call me Scourge, by the way. Come on Mute, let's go and get you guys some food, you're awfully scrawny" he laughed.

Description

Faction: Bandit

Name: Zoya Polis
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: None
Race: Caucasian

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Appearance: Zoya has jet black hair that goes down to the bottom of her back. She tends to wear her hair in a ponytail, so that she doesn't accidentally sit on it, which has happened a lot. Her gray-blue eyes have the hardened look of an accomplished criminal. She has a tall and lean stature, standing at a good 5'9". She looks as though she wouldn't be able to move much of anything, but is easily the strongest of her team. She has a thin face that has scars running down her left cheek, a gash from long ago that reaches the top of her neck.

Personality: Zoya doesn't talk a lot and would prefer to talk with her fists. When she does talk, her voice is ironically melodic in a soothing way. She prefers to not trust anyone, and keep to herself along with her partner, making sure nobody hurts her.

Quirks: When Zoya is stressed, she refuses any kind of human comfort, and will tend to disappear to go and kill something or someone.

Backstory: About a year before the outbreak of infected, Zoya had been sentenced to life in prison, for the murder of a 9 year old boy and his mother. She felt no remorse for the two, since the son had insulted her, and after Zoya smacked the kid across the face, the mother began to yell at her. Zoya's rage built up, and she pulled out a knife and stabbed them both 10 times in different areas of their body's. The cops soon arrived when a bystander called for them, witnessing the full murder. Zoya didn't move though, she waited for the cops, in which she was recognized, for when she blew a puff of marijuana in a cops face claiming that marijuana needs to be legalized. Zoya was sentenced to life in prison, where she met Orla.
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Stats: 0 points to spend.
Physique: 8/10
Stealth: 3/10
Stamina: 6/10
Intelligence: 3/10
Willpower (mental state): 5/10
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Accessories:

Armor -
Body: A prison guard uniform that she stole when she escaped from prison
Head: NA
*Every survivor receives a gas mask for protection against spores.

Weapons -
Primary Weapon: Police Baton
Secondary Weapon: Combat Shotgun

Extra inventory (Not including items):
Slot 1:
Slot 2:
Slot 3:
Slot 4:
Slot 5:

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Name: Orla Reiss
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: Straight
Race: African American

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Appearance: Orla has dark brown-red hair that is styled in dreads, that go down to the bottom of her shoulder blades. She has deep brown eyes that show compassion and wariness within them. She stands at only 5'6" making her very short compared to her partner. Her stature is lean, but she's not very strong. She has little to no curves to her, and has thin arms.

Personality: Orla is one that loves to talk, she tends to answer for Zoya. Orla also knows when to shut her mouth, even though it can be hard at times to do so. She has a loud and sometimes annoying voice that can drive her partner bonkers sometimes. She tends to act cheery all the time, even in the most grim of situations, and is surprisingly good with a gun. It's hard to get her angry as well, so when she is made angry, everybody has to clear out, even Zoya at times.

Quirks: Zoya will come home some days to find the whole house reorganized, thanks to Orla and her OCD.

Backstory: Orla was wrongfully accused of killing her boyfriend, who had been run over by a cop. She was sentenced to jail for 20 years, and was in there for only a half a year when she met her lifelong friend/enemy Zoya. When Orla was younger, her father would take her to the shooting range, and she learned to shoot a gun there. Her father, sadly, was diagnosed with brain cancer, where he shortly died after a year of harsh treatments, leaving Orla when she was 13. Orla's mother was a drug user and a raging alcoholic, forcing Orla into foster care after her father died. Nobody ever adopted her since she was 13 and most longing parents wanted babies. She had dropped out of school to focus on work to be able to get her own place. As soon as she turned 18 she was out of foster care and taking care of herself with an okay job that she didn't dislike, since it's where she had met her now deceased boyfriend. The cop who had ran him over, took the sobbing Orla into custody, and she was sent to jail shortly after.

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Stats: 0 points to spend.
Physique: 4/10
Stealth: 4/10
Stamina: 4/10
Intelligence: 8/10
Willpower (mental state): 5/10

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Accessories:

Armor -
Body: Orla reluctantly wears the prison guard uniform that Zoya stole.
Head: Orla has a red bandanna that she wears around her head
*Every survivor receives a gas mask for protection against spores.

Weapons -
Primary Weapon: 9 mm Pistol
Secondary Weapon: Police Baton

Extra inventory (Not including items):
Slot 1:
Slot 2:
Slot 3:
Slot 4:
Slot 5:

Ammo: 15,075 Ammo
Cans of food: 165 Cans
Respect: 1275/2500

Extra Items:

White Pomeranian, named Cricket
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"Zoya! I had caugh' word of a group out there with survivors in i'!" The dark skinned 20 year old said to her partner.

The black haired lady returned with a small glare, "So? You know I don't do well with people."

She rolled her eyes in return, "Come on! It won' kill ya ta be nice!"

A sigh came from Zoya, "Fine! Just don't expect much from me!"

"Woo!" The 20 year old shouted happily. As the pair made their way to where Orla had heard of the group, "I think you'll like them, they love raiding and tend ta talk with their fis's." Orla explained.

"Ah"

"I''ll be so nice ta be with other people again!" While Orla was talking, Zoya had crossed her arms over her chest, "Aren' you exci'ed?! Well, you're rarely ever exci'ed. Tha's okay though, cause I'm exci'ed!"

"Okay okay, I get it, you're excited" Zoya murmured in her quiet voice.

"Haha! Yeah, besides, they also have food at their camp as well. We'll be able ta s'ock up on food as well, maybe be able to buy some stuff too!"

"Why would I waste my materials to trade with someone else?" Zoya growled.

"So we can ge' something be''er!" Orla shouted happily.

"Hey! Shut up!" a man's voice suddenly shouted at Orla, "What the 'ell you doing here?" An islander glared at the duo, garbed in prison guard uniforms, weapons on their back.

Zoya glowered at the man, a long beard donned with teeth, his eyes piercing black as he examined the two. "Hello! Are you Balthazar?" Orla spoke up, smiling at him, flashing her slightly yellow teeth now.

"Who's askin'?" he growled in return.

"Well, we are two travelers who have managed ta escape from jail and are looking for a safe place ta hopefully be able to reside!" Orla explained cheerily.

Balthazar raised an eyebrow at that, "Jail? Well that explains the guard uniforms" he responded, but didn't give the duo a yes or no yet.

Orla waited a bit in silence then said, "So, is there anyway we could possibly join you?"

"Hmm, I don't know, maybe you could go and clear some of the infected out in order to prove yourselves."

Zoya grinned and Orla said, "Well, okay, we'll do that!"

"I'll be watching you two, so don't let me have to intervene!"
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After walking for a while, the trio made their way to a clearing in the forest, that had about 10 infected in it, each one covered with fungi. Orla shivered a bit, while Zoya cracked each of her fingers and her neck, grinning wickedly. "This is gonna be fun" the silent 26 year old muttered quietly.

"Oh! The mute talks!" Balthazar announced sarcastically, drawing some of the infected's attention.

Zoya glared at him, "Fuck you."

He just smiled back at her, "Have fun" as he took a step back, the walkers approaching.

Zoya rolled her eyes, then pulled out her police baton, and Orla pulled out her pistol. "Orla, put the pistol away" Zoya growled, "We don't wanna attract even more" before she charged ahead, and easily beat in the head of one of the infected's head.

"Okay okay!" Orla reluctantly put the gun away and pulled out her own police baton, then followed after the quietly laughing Zoya.

The duo, more over Zoya, made quick work of the infected, with Orla killing about one of the infected in the time span of Zoya killing 9. Balthazar smiled, "Alright, you guys are good, I like you're fighting style Mute."

Orla smiled, "Good! And maybe I'll start calling her mute too" the African American laughed.

"Don't you dare!" growled Zoya.

"Hey, you guys can call me Scourge, by the way. Come on Mute, let's go and get you guys some food, you're awfully scrawny" he laughed.