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⇨⇨ Kiyoshi Sohma
xxx↺ NICKNAMES : just Kiyoshi, monster by others
xxx↻ AGE: seventeen
xxx↺ GENDER: male
xxx↻ ROLE: cat.
xxx↺ PERSONA: Silent, Melancholic, Easily hurt.
⇪ Prannke
Profiles
Code:
 "I am tired of being seen as only a monster..." ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒
≳≳≳ ＢａｓｉｃＩｎｆｏｒｍａｔｉｏｎ
┕ IDENTIFICATION ┙
Kiyoshi Sohma
┕ NICKNAMES ┙
none, most will sound too feminine
┕ AGE ┙
seventeen
┕ DATE OF BIRTH ┙
December fifteenth
┕ GENDER ┙
male
┕ SEXUALITY ┙
heterosexual
≳≳≳ Ｔｈｅ Ｌｉｔｔｌｅ Ｄｅｔａｉｌｓ
┕ HAIR COLOR ┙
a strange shade of blue and dark gray. Can pass of as normal in minimal light.
┕ EYE COLOR ┙
Amber (deep orange) looks red in the light
┕ HEIGHT ┙
5'6 feet tall
┕ ROLE ┙
cat of the zodiac
┕ RELATIONSHIP STATUS ┙
Single
┕ PERSONA ┙
From the outside of the Sohma family, Kiyoshi is seen as a sheltered person that prefers to be alone. As long as he could remember, people have not approached him, other than those who did so out of obligation. "He is stuck up" or "It is better just to leave him like that" were phrases often said, himself never speaking up. The child would blame himself for what he was and even when people would call him a freak or monster he would do what he always did; stay quiet and wait until they left. After they were gone, he would cry until his mother would come to pick him up, knowing that she could care less if he was upset.
Growing up, he decided that he could isolate himself from the rest of the zodiac mentally, knowing that it was his destiny to do so anyways. Why not do so on his own terms? From about the age one would enter kindergarten, he would never play with the other children his age, instead often wandering off on is own. His classmates would laugh at him and try to make him cry, but he would simply act like they were no there. Unfortunately, this would lead to him being beaten down until they either got bored or someone pulled them off him. Often, it was the first option. Afterwards, he would clean himself up and go back to what he was doing, fighting the tears until he was stable enough to go home.
Now, almost an adult, Kiyoshi has mastered the art of becoming invisible. In school, he arrives before anyone else, leaves after anyone is gone, rides his bicycle to avoid taking the bus or walking with groups, and otherwise pretending that his own existence is not even a problem to himself. When upset or angry, he will leave to be alone, not wanting to be seen as useless or a burden.
≳≳≳ Ｌｉｆｅ Ｉｎ Ｐｒｏｇｒｅｓｓ
┕ MY PAST ┙
Kiyoshi was supposed to be the first child in what was going to be a large family. His mother, Haruko, and father, Gen, were anticipating the arrival of their son. They did everything that parents were supposed to do, were educated, the father was from a good family with a well paying job, they attended parenting classes, Lamaze classes, prepared a nursery, everything was done right. Suddenly though, around Haruko's sixth month of pregnancy, her water broke and while she was worried about her baby being premature, the heads of the family were worried that the early labor meant the child was a member of the zodiac. Sadly, they were right and on a cold December morning the cat was born.
Before the parents could even see their child, he was rushed away to make sure that the worst had come true. The infant's hair was a strange shade of bluish gray and while his eyes should have been a clouded blue as most newborn's were, his looked like a violent amber shade. By the time that the information was broken to his parents, he had been declared the cat of the zodiac and was already being called "it" by some. Haruko was completely heartbroken, becoming so upset that she needed Sedation. Gen, on the other hand, wanted what was best for his first son, and begged the family if they could take him home and live as normally as possible for as long as possible.
Since he was not an important, or even a real, member of the zodiac, the parents were allowed to take their child home. While difficult, Gen realized that his child was exactly like others children in many ways when he saw him trying to nurse off his napping wife. Finally, a week later, while in the comfort of their own home, they named the child Kiyoshi, a named meaning quiet and pure, hoping that it would give him the courage to ignore the obstacles against him in the years to come. All in all, the first four years of his life were almost normal. he was always kept on his father's estate, a nanny with him when his father was at work and when his mother decided that she would rather have a job than being stuck at home all day.
It did not seem strange to him that he was being hidden from everyone until he was five when he had a nightmare and Haruko went to comfort him. She knew that he would transform when she hugged him and was terrified when she saw the cat's true form. The very next day, Kiyoshi was given a bracelet made of Juzu beads that were made from the bones of great and powerful priests and dyed with blood. After this, he noticed how his mother spent time away from him, always telling him to go outside and play or to go to his father. It was then when he was told by his father that not all kids turned into a cat when held by their mother or the opposite sex, but only the zodiac members and that he was different than all of them.
For the next Few years, Koyoshi grew up into a mild mannered and quiet young man. Haruko became a cold mother, not being outright abusive to him but made cold comments during the few times she even spoke to him. His father, on the other hand, tried all he could to make his son have the smallest bit or normalcy in his life. that was until the ninth grade when his mother found out that she was pregnant. Immediately she seemed to become excited over having a child, a "real child", to care for. The only problem was that she did not plan for her oldest to be in this child's life. Gen, not wanting him sent to live at the Sohma estate, instead rented a small apartment for Kiyoshi to live in by himself near his school.
Currently, he is in his second to last year of school and lives as quietly as possible. After the birth of his little sister, haruhi, he has seen his mother only a handful of times and his father is busy with his wife and daughter.
┕ MISC. ┙
Not being one to complain and make a show, Kiyoshi does not join any clubs, even though he had an interest in theater and baseball, and always sits in the back of the classroom, not wanting to attract any attention. His biggest worry is getting to attached to people because of his future of isolation.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2012 3:26 pm
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xxＫｉｙｏｓｈｉxＳｏｈｍａxxTHE CAT OF THE ZODIAC
xxxxxx I must be in Heaven, ↻ because I'm looking at an . . .
xxxxxxxxxxxxx★ A N G E L . Whose staring back at me )) her eyes so Heavenly.
xxxxxxxxxxx⇣ I MUST BE IN HEAVEN
XXXXXXXXX▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄♛
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx'Cause I'm looking at an Angel
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx'Cause I'm looking at an Angel
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx'Cause I'm looking at an Angel
xxxxxx there is N O B O D Y ---- on this earth↶ that's made so ★ B E A U T I F U L
xxxxx↘ ↘
xxxxxxxxxxI must be in Heaven )) Heyy-lo, heyy-lo
xxxxxxx⊰ I'm not saying hi, ▫ baby, there's a RING above your head
xxxxxxxxxxxx《& it shines so ❝ bright 《 in the sunlight
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xxxxIt was not one day into winter vacation and already Kiyoshi was bored to death. Normally his days would consist with him riding his bike to school, having a breakfast of a vending machine rice ball in his homeroom before class, studying quietly until it was time to go, biking home, making a quick dinner out of whatever he had bought the night before, do home work, sleep, and repeat it all over again. Now, he was dressed and all he had to do was sit on the sofa in his empty apartment and flip through the television channels trying to find something to take his time up.
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xxxx"How many more days until I can get back to school?" He thought, trying not to think of what was going on around him. During this time of year, he was even more alone than normal. There was Christmas, and even though most of Japanese families were Buddhists, they seemed to flock towards the Western Holiday of materialism. This was when his parents would send him a quick holiday card with some money in it to buy himself dinner at a restaurant for the night while they went out to dinner with his little sister. hat wasn't the problem, that he could tolerate. It was New Years that he hated.
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xxxxWith a sigh, he tried to get that out of his mind as the slim teen looked out the window only to see his land lord, Miss Ota, give him a wave. Kiyoshi could not help but like the woman, who was convinced that he was some poor boy whose parent's got rid of them because they thought he was a burden. She was always dropping by leftovers from the meals she cooked from her own family and offering to help him out. Of course, she had no clue about the Sohma family and just figured he was the black sheep, basically being one of the few adults who treated him like a an actual person. "Kiyo-chan open up!" She called out as she moved her pudgy body to his door, just in time for him to open it and have a plate shoved into his arms. "I was making some Bean dango and thought you would want some!"
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xxxxTaking the plate, Kiyoshi gave a small smile. "Thank you Ota-sama. You are far too kind to me."The old woman blew off his comment and laughed, mumbling something about how it was his parents' job to feed him and about how skinny he was. "You really shouldn't worry about me. I can take care of myself!
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xxxx"Keep quiet Kiyo-chan and eat up!" Miss Ota put her hand on his shoulder and smiled up at him. "A boy your age cannot simply live of onigiri and ramen. I am shocked you aren't all skin and bones!" She peeked around him and looked into the apartment, clean as always, except for the open text books and note pads. "I just wish all of my younger tenants were as good as you. Now if you excuse me I have to meet some of my other tenants for rent. Your father sent me your rent last week so you're all set. Eat up and get out more!"
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xxxxKiyoshi waved goodbye and went back inside, setting the Dangos on the small knee high table. Only a kind old woman like her would take time out of her day to make his favorite dessert that he only mentioned once to her and she somehow remembered it and made it perfect. "I should get out more." He thought, putting his coat on over the blue sweater and jeans that he was wearing, his long blue-gray hair in a ponytail.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 6:34 pm
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xxＪｕｎx&xＲａｙxＨｏｎｄａxxB R O T H E R S
xxxxxxMorning Comes like rain, ↻ Into the city life . . .
xxxxxxxxxxxxx★ THERE GOES . another night Lose my breath in waves )) Knowing.
xxxxxxxxxxx⇣EVERY GLASS IS BLEEDING THE HOUR GLASS
XXXXXXXXX▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ♛
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx'And taking the stride from all our lives
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx'And taking the stride from all our lives
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx'And taking the stride from all our lives
xxxxxx there is EVERYONE ---- keeps talking↶ they promise you ★ EVERYTHING
xxxxx↘ ↘
xxxxxxxxxxThey don't mean anything )) We may lose our focus
xxxxxxx⊰There's just ▫ too many words we'reNEVER meant to learn.
xxxxxxxxxxxx《& we don't fell so ❝ alive 《 say goodbye
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xxxxThere was nothing that Ray hated more than hot days spent being stuck in the RV that he called home. With his head against the window, he kept his lookout while Jun, his older brother, drove down the narrow dirt road. Giving a melodramatic yawn, he got up from the small sofa and walked to the passenger's seat. "I haven't seen a walkler for about twenty miles" he said, setting the binoculars he was holding on his lap. "We might be able to take a break soon and cool off. maybe see if there are and gas stations or drug stores to raid." He would even take the long process of doing the safety checks around the perimeter to get out of sweating in this small space.
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xxxx"I don't know if that is such a good idea..." Jun gazed outside, seeing nothing but dirt and trees in the distance. While he hadn't seen a walker, also known as zombies and the living dead, he was not comfortable with the silence in the area. For all he knew, there could be a heard of those things just wandering around. For now, they were set on gas, having raided a gas station the day before with a full tank running currently and fifteen two gallon bleach bottles filled with fuel in the back. They had enough food to last for a week but they could cut back on rations to last another two weeks if they wished. The last thing he wanted was to make any unnecessary stops and get out. "We do not need to raid anything."
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xxxxRolling his eyes, the younger boy gave a sign and sunk into his seat. "Then can we at least stop for a while to rest?" he pointed to the dark circles under his brother's dark eyes, a permanent feature to his face from only four hours of sleep for the past week. "You can take a nap for a few hours in the bed and I'll keep watch on the roof with one of the rifles!" They had done that before, with the sleeping person being waken up if anything was spotted so that they could drive away or deal with the issue. Jun nodded his head, not putting up a fight to that.
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xxxxAfter driving for a few miles, he found an open area in the middle of the street, good enough that there was a wide area with about sixty feet of empty space around them. "Suit up!" Jun declared, getting up and crawling into the full sized mattress over the driver's seat. "Give me three hours at least if the area is still clear by then we will camp out here for the night!" While he set his alarm and took his boots off, Ray dressed in the "safe clothes"; a leather jacket, gloves with the fingers cut off, jeans, and steel toed boots with duct tape over the ankles so that all of his skin was safelt covered and thick enough so that it would be hard to bite through.
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xxxxIt was still hot as all hell but at least he was not stuck in the metal enclosure. Open air was better than nothing. "Alright! See you soon!" Ray grabbed the fully loaded rifle and opened the hatch to the roof with a folding chair to sit on and a book, Les Miserables, one of Jun's classics. Now came the task of standing guard.
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2012 10:18 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 11:35 pm
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⇨⇨ Junichi Sohma
xxx↺ NICKNAMES : Jun
xxx↻ AGE: seventeen
xxx↺ GENDER: male
xxx↻ ROLE: dragon.
xxx↺ PERSONA: stubborn, straight forward, easily angered.
⇪ Prannke
 "I gave up on miracles a long time ago, now I make my own future..." ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒
≳≳≳ ＢａｓｉｃＩｎｆｏｒｍａｔｉｏｎ
┕ IDENTIFICATION ┙
Junichi Sohma
┕ NICKNAMES ┙
Jun, the only name he likes to go by
┕ AGE ┙
seventeen
┕ DATE OF BIRTH ┙
November third
┕ GENDER ┙
male
┕ SEXUALITY ┙
heterosexual
≳≳≳ Ｔｈｅ Ｌｉｔｔｌｅ Ｄｅｔａｉｌｓ
┕ HAIR COLOR ┙
raven black
┕ EYE COLOR ┙
a deep shade of black that can make people feel uneasy
┕ HEIGHT ┙
six feet even
┕ ROLE ┙
dragon of the zodiac
┕ RELATIONSHIP STATUS ┙
single but as a thing for girls with short hair
┕ PERSONA ┙
Jun Sohma is a rather straight forward and standoffish person. He hates his first name with a passion, mostly because he was named after his father, Junishi, and when people comment that he was named after his father, he will often say that he was named after some sort of literary character.
As the dragon of the zodiac, Jun is very bright, a borderline genius. This often causes him to be short with people who are not as bright as him; sometimes he will even leave the room if he is too frustrated. This is one of the reasons everyone figures that he left high school and went to be home schooled. At only seventeen, he is in his senior year of high school. His relationships with others are strained, except for the few people he is kind to. The God of the zodiac is one person he despises to be around.
Jun has a liking for books; often he will read whole volumes of classic novels in only one week. He loves to wake up early, not for reasons such as wanting to greet the new day, or even to spend some time alone, but because of the solitude. To him, the morning has its own freshness that can not be achieved any other time.
Jun hates his father with a passion, somehow believing that he is the reason that his mother died so young. It is also the reason that he refuses to be called Jun. He cannot stand reading mangas, finding it to be for the lazy people who cannot even read a real book. Some will say though that he has an aversion to fun, often choosing to go for things that are more practical. This is the reason why he hates when people tell him that he should be more spontaneous and that he should try to lighten up and take some chances.
≳≳≳ Ｌｉｆｅ Ｉｎ Ｐｒｏｇｒｅｓｓ
┕ MY PAST ┙
Seventeen years ago, Jun was born into one of the more distant branches of the Sohma family. His father was a rather arrogant man with big dreams to become one of Japan's best doctors. Except there was one thing that he did not expect, his short time girlfriend Emiko became pregnant after they had slept together only once. Junichi wanted her to get an abortion, but being pro-life Emiko refused and begged from help from the Sohma family.
The heads of the family gave Junichi an ultimatum, marry the girl and keep his reckless behavior a secret from the public, or become disinherited and have to drop out of school, get a job, and be forced to watch his dreams fall to pieces. The young man married Emiko in a small ceremony, but it was a loveless marriage. He never wanted a family and often slept around, leaving his young wife at the estate alone. She was determined to raise her child in a happy family so that he would be loved.
The curse came in effect though. Emiko went into labor early and delivered a small, black haired baby. Wanting her husband to be happy, she named him after him. Even though her child was cursed, she fell in love with him from first glance, even though she could not hold him without him transforming into a seahorse (the current dragon form). Junichi on the other hand, was disgusted by his son, wondering how his life could be ruined because of this child. Who would want to be seen with a man with a cursed child? He eventually left the family when the baby was only weeks old left the family, not without withdrawing all of his savings from the bank though so he would not be poor, causing the Sohmas to demand that there be no communication with him and Junichi being disowned from the family.
Emiko raised Jun off of the main Sohma estate, choosing to still live on the property but to have her own home, and doted on her son, loving everything about him and Jun loved his mother. He would work hard in school to bring home the best grades in class, make hand made cards for no reason. It was his mother's hands that he loved the most though. Whenever he did anything good, she would caress his face with her soft hands and tell him that he had done a job well done. His Mama's hands had special warmth to them that made up for the fact that he could not hug her for comfort thanks to the curse. She was proud of him, even when he got into a fight in school after some kids made fun of his feminine looks, calling him a girl or a freak (often the tormentors became the victims when Jun’s temper got the best of them and they got their noses broken). She would simply look over this and tell him that all was fine.
Tragedy struck though when he was only ten. When he came home from school, he noticed all of the heads of the Sohma family waiting for him at their home. They said that when Emiko had been walking in the garden by herself, she had a heart attack and died instantly. It did not take him longer than a few hours though to overhear a few of the maids talk in the garden, saying how Emiko had sliced her wrists in the bathtub and had bled out. Suicide, she had taken her own life for reasons that Jun could not understand and his own family had lied to him. Even though he acted older than his years, he was still a child and was treated like one. Nobody was acting meanly when they lied to him; they just wanted to protect him.
Without his mother, Jun was lost and did not know what to do. On her grave, he promised her that he would be strong, never cry. "I will be the best mama. You will be proud of me and I will never be like that a*****e Junichi" he promised as he left her grave for good and never went back, not even to visit. He changed himself in a way and began to poise himself with an air or self confidence and arrogance. In school he received top grades and often was considered as some sort of idol with the girls. It was his temper with others though that made him less desirable around some. When people would bring up his family and strange features, he would get into a full out fight the way that he would as a child.
The principle of the school would have to tolerance for this and told Jun that if he did not calm his temper down than he would be asked to leave. Instead of doing the sensible thing and cooling his temper, Jun choose to leave the high school during his second year of high school and carry on the rest of his education at a private all boys school where he does not have to worry about running into girls. There though, some of the guys call him the "school Princess" because of his delicate looks.
┕ MISC. ┙
Being one of the zodiac members, Jun is the dragon and the only one able to erase memories. With this, he is often silent and thinks that some of the other members who've had the memories of their friends or family members erased resent him for this. Often he will say that it is no big deal and won't go on about it, yet broods when he thinks nobody is watching. His current temper is differest from that when he was a child. Before he was about ten and let his temper out, he was a crybaby. Often he would tag along with older zodiac members and get upset over the smallest of things.
©llVintageNerdll
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 3:26 pm
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December 13th 2009
The president of the United States, Leo Barnett walked into the Situation Room of the White House, merely hours ago, Doctor Krippin's miraculous cure for cancer had mutated into a lethal, unforgiving plague with had taken thousands of lives in mere hours.
He was saluted by the army officers present in the room and took a seat in order to listen to the briefing provided by Dr. Neville, the army's chief virologist.
"Mister President, as you know, Doctor Krippin's cure has mutated in what we are designating KV" a young virologist stood up and said.
"How many people have this thing injected in their bodies?" Barnett asked to the man.
"So far, ten thousand and nine people" the person responded.
Great, Barnett thought.
"All of this people are in New York City, some of them have begun to show strange symptoms" the man continued.
"What kind of symptoms? Barnett asked worriedly.
The man pressed a button and the pale face of a man appeared, he didn't have hair and had bloodshot red eyes.
"What the hell?" one of the generals whispered in disbelief.
"Ten percent of the people that are infected with KV, turn into animals, degenerative monsters angry for blood, the other ninety percent dies, only one percent of the population is naturally immune to the virus according to what we know so far"
"What are our options about this?" Barnett asked.
"So far there is nothing we can do about it, Mr. President, the army is working to find a cure to this thing, but the chances aren't good" a three-star general responded.
"How many people are showing symptoms of KV?" Barnett asked.
"So far we have only about a couple of dozen people that have turned into those things, on the other side, almost half the people that had been injected with the cure are dead" the man responded with a sad face.
"Okay, we will issue a quarantine on Manhattan Island and we will shut down all air traffic until this thing is under control" if we cure it, Barnett said.
December 15th 2009
Meredith Barnett, first lady of the United States lay in her bed watching the news about KV.
So far an estimate of eighty thousand people have died, the president has ordered the complete quarantine of Manhattan Island, we also know of small outbreaks of the Krippin Virus reported in Paris, London and Seoul, we have also unconfirmed reports of outbreaks in Denver, Seattle and Los Angeles, New York has a heavy military presence, Thailand, China, Indonesia, Chile, Peru and Brazil have all closed their borders in order to stop the virus from entering into their territory.
She turned off the TV, how ironical, she thought, humanity had cured cancer only to face an even worst disease.
January 2nd 2010
"3..2..1..go.."
"Good evening fellow Americans, as you all know, a terrible disease has shook our nation and the entire world, we hoped this virus could have been cured, but the chances are slim, I have grave news, our brightest minds have discovered that the virus has mutated again, the CDC believes the virus can now be transmitted through the air, we recommend all of you to stay inside your homes and to avoid exiting your homes after sunset, the infected are extremely dangerous, if a case of the Krippin virus is reported in your current city or town, you are to contact the CDC immediately in order to try to contain the infection, that would be all, good evening and stay safe"
January 4th 2010
"What do we do now?" Barnett asked to his senior chief of staff, General Kilbert.
"There are two places in the country that are KV free, NORAD had sealed all of their entrances off as soon as the plague began, and there also is a colony for the immune people somewhere in Vermont".
Great, NORAD can only house two thousand people, and the colony in Vermont is probably lost by now.
"What's the count?" Barnett asked knowing that the General knew what it meant.
"Almost five hundred million" the general responded sadly.
"In the entire world?" Barnett asked.
"Yes"
"Then I want you to execute Operation Last Hope"
There are days which I really hate this job…, he'd hoped that he would never have to implement that specific protocol, no President in history had had to do so.
"Mister President, I insist in your evacuation" Kilbert grimly asked.
"So, when do we leave for Vermont?"
"In two days"
January 6th 2010
The President and what was left of his cabinet left in an Army helicopter from a nearby airbase, they took off at sunset and expected to arrive a couple of hours later.
"How many people does this 'colony' house?" Barnett asked to the pilot.
"According to what we know, about fifty thousand sir" the pilot responded.
"What about military units?" Barnett asked.
"They had two Infantry Regiments belonging to the National Guard, however as most of them were infected with KV, they only have about a thousand Guardsmen left" the pilot responded.
The flight took a bit more than expected, as they left Washington, Barnett could see Highways full of people trying to escape the city by car and by foot, poor kid, he thought as he saw a kid run away, alone from the city.
The so-called colony was located in the middle of a plain; it had a fifty-foot wall made of pure concrete and a heavy military presence, it had a small church, a school, a small hospital and a National Guard barracks and Ammunition Factory, on the center of the colony there was a small airstrip and a couple of heliports.
How the hell was the army able to build this thing so damn fast? Barnett asked to himself as the helicopter started descending towards their new and only
When they landed in Vermont, all of the people of the cabinet were surprised to see thousands of refugees seeking refugee in the colony, it was rumored that the deaths caused by the virus were now reaching a number close to the billion, many countries had closed off their borders in order to prevent the virus from entering, they still were remote settlements in high-altitude or insolated areas that weren't vulnerable because the airborne virus died because of the lack of oxygen or that the terrain was so complex that the contact strain didn't have a way to carve its way through.
Many of the so-called 'colonies' were being established in the entire world in order to preserve civilization, they only accepted people immune to the virus because of the fear of infected inside the colonies' borders.
January 20th 2010
Leo Barnett walked into the building that housed the so called 'command center' of the Vermont colony, last night it had snowed almost thirty inches, which made moving around the colony's facilities difficult, here was were the senior staff met and daily activities were planned, two weeks had passed since the cabinet arrived at the colony, as the settlement was built in mere weeks, supplies started to become an issue, after he entered his small office, he turned on the radio which broadcasted news twice a day since the infection began, so far, almost half of the radio stations had stopped transmitting and the ones that remained only transmitted news, almost no music.
Good morning everyone, you are listening to the official government radio regarding the Krippin Virus, here we have Helen Davidson with today's news.
Thank you Joe, to all people out there, there are rumors of infected dogs being able to come out at sunset and dawn, they can stand a limited level of ultraviolet radiation because they lack hair loss, reports have being arriving from all of the world which claim that the casualty count from the epidemic has now reached one and a half billion people, there are rumors of 'colonies' set up on Germany, India, Japan and Great Britain in order to shelter people immune to the virus, so far the only countries that are confirmed to be infection-free are Thailand and Norway, we also now know that an Army virologist, Doctor Robert Neville chose to stay in what many people now call 'ground zero' in order to try and find a cure, although the chances are slim, people must keep hope, the army has ordered the complete quarantine of the American borders in an effort to keep the infection from reaching Canada and Mexico, the government believes that almost a twenty percent of the general population is immune to the airborne strain of the virus but that only a zero point five percent is naturally immune to both the contact strain and the airborne strain.
Now we have an interview with Doctor James Willimham, who is the head of the governmental team tasked with finding a cure to the pandemic.
"Thank you for the invitation Helen, as you know, my team composed of epidemiologists and virologists have been trying to create a cure and a possible vaccine for the Krippin Virus, however our attempts have failed so far"
"Okay, now that you are here, Doctor, can you explain us how the Krippin Virus works?"
"Well, as you might know, KV was developed from Measles and Ebola, we all know that Ebola is an hemorrhagic fever, combined with Measles it made what we now know as the Krippin Virus, which was initially meant to cure Cancer by destroying the affected cells, however the virus mutated, once the Krippin Virus enters its host, it starts destroying white cells, which control our immune system, once the white cells are destroyed, it induces a coma, after you enter the coma there are two options, neither you can die or you can be turned into the creatures we now call the dark seekers which have a painful intolerance to ultraviolet radiation and loose all or most human traits, that includes hair loss, their skin turns pale because they sleep at day and wake at sunset, they are some unconfirmed cases of them attacking uninfected people, we believe that when their food sources such as raw animals and other stuff like that run out, they will try to feed on humans, it is important to mention that they are extremely aggressive and dangerous and must not be approached, do not leave your house at night and leave all windows closed and covered with shutters, preferably of metal in order to stop them from coming in into your house"
"Thank you Doctor, now we can listen to some music to cheer you people up"
Then the famous "Three Little Birds" song began to play on the radio.
He suddenly remembered he had a briefing regarding supplies with the colony's military commander, Lieutenant Colonel Joshua Anderson; he quickly turned off the radio and headed for the main conference room.
"Good morning, sir" the Colonel saluted as Barnett walked into the room.
"Good morning Colonel, I think we had planned a meeting for today" Barnett answered.
"Mister President, as you know, supplies are starting to become an issue, the army has stopped their resupply flights since last week and we only have enough food to last us little over a month" the colonel said worriedly.
"Okay, so what can we do about it?" Barnett asked.
"We can either starve to death or we can start sending teams outside the colony's walls to try and search for supplies, our construction team has built a greenhouse and seeded the first crops, we should be getting the first harvest in three months, Captain Parker and I have planned to send teams of four Hunvees into a nearby town in order to get what food we can from the local supermarket, only with your approval, of course" the colonel explained.
"I give you the go-ahead with the plan, but do not risk those men's lives unless it is absolutely necessary, how much food do you expect to be there?" Barnett asked.
"We think almost a week's worth of food or ten days if we rationalize it on the civilians" the Colonel answered.
"How are we running on fuel for our vehicles?" Barnett asked.
"We have almost ninety percent of our fuel for the ground vehicles and seventy-five percent of our reserves for our birds" the colonel responded.
"Good, then we can continue our operations for the time being, I am giving you the go-ahead with the mission colonel, god speed" Barnett responded.
"Thank you, Mr. President" the colonel responded and left the large conference room.
February 2nd 2010
The President of the United States, (or what was left of it) suddenly woke up and heard strange howls and screams coming from afar, he quickly took out his M1911 Handgun and a couple of magazines he had kept with him since the Pandemic began, he quickly dressed up and walked towards the Command Center of the colony, as he entered he saw dozens of National Guard soldiers arming themselves with Rifles and Machine Guns.
"What is going on?" he demanded as he entered the command room.
"The infected are attacking the colony" a young Lieutenant responded.
"I want you to get me a rifle and eight mags" Barnett responded without hesitation.
"But sir…" the young officer protested.
"No buts, now give me a god dammed rifle!" Barnett ordered.
"Turn on the UV Lights!" Barnett heard someone shout as he climbed the wall, when he arrived there he saw hundreds of infected charging against the wall, as soon as the UV Lights were turned on, the infected began to scream of pain as their skin was burned off by the UV lights, however, some continued to charge, Barnett loaded a thirty-round magazine into his M4A1 Assault Rifle and began shooting the infected.
One…Two…Three… Barnett counted as infected after infected fell to the ground ********, he thought as he ran out of ammo, he had forgotten to carry his magazines as he wasn't on a combat uniform, when he was eighteen, he had served for six years in the army, he reached the rank of Corporal when he was selected for Officer Candidate School and became a Lieutenant, he reached the rank of Captain and he then left the army.
He quickly took out his M1911 sidearm and began shooting the infected, they fell like flies as Barnett shot them in the head with deadly accuracy, and he quickly changed his magazine after he ran out of bullets.
"Need Ammo!" he shouted to no one in peculiar, moments later, a Guardsmen that was nearby handed him another clip which he quickly inserted in his M4.
February 3rd 2010
Most of the surviving infected had left as soon as the first rays of sunlight illuminated the landscape, after this 'encounter', Barnett and Colonel Anderson had agreed to increase the number of Armed Guardsmen in the wall in fear of another attack, yesterday, a Blackhawk had found survivors of the pandemic, there were in an isolated area near Washington, there were almost a hundred of them, so four trips were needed to bring them to the colony, it was rumored that the deaths caused by the pandemic now reached three billion, the American continent was practically a lonely wasteland and Europe and Asia were destined to suffer the same fate as well.
One of the Convoys had brought almost a month's worth of supplies, they had also raided an Army Ammunition depot and found four Hunvees and a couple of M113 APC's which could be used to guard the colony's entrances.
Today they had lost communication with the colony on Great Britain, they were overrun by thousands of infected and were all probably dead by now.
February 24th 2010
"What do we do now?" Barnett asked to the colonel as he read the so-called 'death count'.
"Frankly, I don't know, Mr. President".
The list said, Two thousand twenty billion dead, one hundred and eighty eight thousand, infected.
It was the last radio transmission they had received from the official government broadcast, so far, the only places that were infection-free were a couple of insolated islands in the French Polynesia and the southern part of South America, Little less than ten million were alive in the entire north American continent, in the USA, the only confirmed survivors were the fifty thousand people in the Vermont Colony, an isolated research station near Anchorage, Alaska and Cheyenne Mountain Complex, in Colorado, little over a week earlier, Houston, which was the place where the team of scientists were working to find a cure, was attacked by the infected and lost to the plague.
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Emma is a quiet woman with a low self esteem, the type of person that hates what they see looking back at them in the mirror. Since she was young she has had little value for her own well being and will take what other say about her to heart. It started with her parents criticizing her and wanting a perfect child and being disappointed when she turned out to e nothing but ordinary.
Her hatred for herself comes from her cowardice during the breakout of the virus. She feels that it was her job to have helped as many people as she could and that she let people who could have been saved die.
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For the normal part of her life, Emma achieved to be the perfect daughter and make her parents proud. Her mother andnfa5ther both expected the best of her and the years that she was meant to have a childhood instead were spent constantly with tutors and studying. "Mama" and "Papa" were strict parents to say the least, her father wanted the best and would often use the words "useless and disappointing" when she would bring home any grade lower then an "A". while Mama would not say it, she often got her point of getting her point into Emma when she would often make remarks about all of HER hard efforts and she hoped her daughter would work hard too.
Due to Mama and Papa wanting her to focus only on her studies, she was a loner in school, often the target of other kids' torment. They would point out her tight braided hair black hair, Papa saying that she was not allowed to wear it out of the tight braidfs that went to her back and held away from her face because he did not want a vain daughter, her lack of makeup when she was older, because Mama said it was for whores, and for the fact her parents picked out her clothing and made her into the person they wanted her to be. By High school it did not surprise her school counselors wen she had a borderline nervous breakdown after she was made to be the only ninth grader to take SAT prep classes and got to extra morning and after school classes.
Her break down came in the form of her waiting until her parents were gone out to dinner and blaring music loud enough to bring the neighborhood down, lighting all of her school books in the fire place, cutting off her long braids until her messy black hair wildly hung around her shoulders, and taking all of the sleeping pills her parents had found in the house that could kill a horse. Emma was only found after the woman who lived next door found the family's front door unlocked and a half dead teenager passed out on the sofa. It was all a blur to the young girl as paramedics were called, being taken to a hospital, her stomach pumped, suicide watch, Papa calling her pathetic, Mama refusing to hold her hand.
After she was recovered enough, her parents sent her to a boarding school where she lived out the rest of her high school life where she was alone on graduation, Mama and Papa never showing up, an a letter kindly telling her not to contact them again. Emma had good enough grades for a full scholarship to go to the University of Southern California where she planned to reinvent herself. This did not work as she realized that the years her parents had made her study and her own panicky nature and low self esteem made her a social pariah. She ended up taking a three year course to become a paramedic.
Along the way, she still wanted Mama and Papa to accept her so she wrote diligently to them, never getting a reply. At the same time though, she loved her work and kept busing riding in the ambulance and saving lives. She still felt like she was not good enough. When the cure for cancer came out it was not important to her, but then people got sick and she was needed, she was once of the few people to see what was really going on while the government tried to hide everything.
Emma was assigned to help people evacuate but instead, she paniced and did the cowardly thing and ran away. Her First stop was to see Mama and Papa, only to be greeted by a dead man and a creature that was once her mother feeding on him. In shock, she felt like eh was not in control when she took Papa's old hunting rifle and killed the creature with a single shot to the chest. Since then she has been traveling the country, trying to escape her own guilt. Often if she comes across other survivors she does not stay long, mostly because she feels that she will be useless. Sometimes though if she sees a male survivor and feels that she needs to feel at least something she will sleep with him, wanting to feel a tiny bit alive.
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Thanks to her former career as a paramedic and training in emergency medicine, Emma is a big help to those wounded. When she needs to trade for supplies she will offer her advise and treat the sick. Yet sometimes when tat does not work out and she is at risk of being left exposed at night she will sleep with a man and use her body as payment for a night of safety. At first she felt sick when she sold her body for the first time but after awhile it became an advantage for her as long as she was careful and a condom was used. Right now her survival means everything to her,
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On the surface, Dorian displays an immature sort of personality. He is decidedly stubborn and strong-willed, frequently letting his pettiness and vindictiveness get the better of him. He is largely hostile towards figures of authority and feels little incentive to follow orders with which he disagrees, earning him the distinction of being a loose cannon of sorts. He is also rather quick-tempered, resorting more often to fisted violence than calm negotiation to settle disputes. He has a reputation for being foul-mouthed and is an incurably sarcastic cynic, only too happy to bluntly and harshly relieve others of their comfortable delusions regarding god, reality, or their own self-importance (Having gotten those traits from his mother. He has also displayed a propensity towards impatience and an inability to sit still for long, which perhaps contributes to his love of travel.
However, for those few people who have made an impact on him, Dorian shows his deeper nature to be one of marked selflessness, unflinching loyalty and great compassion. As someone who has had to suffer greatly at such a young age, Dorian cannot ignore the true suffering of others and becomes sympathetic upon sensing pain and resolve in people's hearts. Though his solemn advice to such people is often tempered with brusque criticism, it is only because he genuinely wishes to place them on the most direct path forward.
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Dorian was born, a spoiled rich kid, as most would put it. His father was a senator in D.C and his mother was a fast talking, foul mouthed, housewife who enjoyed fine wine and sitting with her friends all day. This child was their late in life baby. While they loved him, it was easy to tell that they were simply not meant to be parents. His mother loved to Party, being a trophy wife, and his dad was too busy with work to be bothered with some kid. So for his early life he was raised by a Nanny, Au pairs, and pretty much anyone else his parents could get. He was given whatever he wanted, toys, karate classes, soccer clubs, birthday parties that would make any parent drop their jaws, and plenty of friends.
In school though, despite his friends, he was often bullied. Older kids would make fun off him for his last name, giving him plenty of immature nicknames, and his small build. His mother was always the one to fight his battles for him, making the lives hell for the parents of those bullies. While she may not have have been the best mother it didn't take an idiot to see that she loved her only child. Sadly though, Dorian hardly ever saw his senator father, except for on CSPAN or the news. When the older man was home he was either taking his wife out to dinner, at fancy parties, never really bonding with his son.
When Dorian was ten, the cure for cancer was found and so after that the infection was out. His parents used their money to make sure that their family was safe, his father having connections and knowing of the danger. He had arranged for his family to be locked in a prison that millionaires and those who could afford it were paying to have themselves locked up and guarded. The thought itself was terrifying for a child and Dorian spent most of his time holding his mother's hand and by her side. She would tell him that she promised never to let anything touch him. "I am a Jersey Guido after all baby. Nobody wants to get me mad!" She would tell him this to make him laugh and feel safe.
It was during the evacuations that their plans failed. The virus had gone airborne and emergency evacuations took place. the family was not prepared. His mother though, made sure that he was never out of her sight. The body guard that his father hired took sick though, along with his father, who later died while he was finishing the preparations for their stay at the so called "safe place". The woman though, never got sick, along with her son. It was rare, but both mother and son were immune. They never made it to the prison where they would be locked up and put under watch, but instead were living among the seekers in Washington DC.
For the first few months his mother and himself hid in a bank with a few other survivors. They thought that they were safe but underestimated the seekers' strength. Before his eleventh birthday, Dorian witnessed the group being attacked. His mother was killed when she threw her own body over her son to protect him. that sight will never leave his memory, the way her body was ripped apart, yet until the end she never let go of her child. A few other survived the attack and Dorian left with them after they had buried their dead and traveled during the day and hunkering down by early evening so that they would be prepared for the nights.
Over the years, Dorian watched as one by one, the others were killed and he was left alone. From what was once a decent sized group, all that was left was him. Now he just runs from place to place. he is determined not to die, knowing that his mother, a selfish woman who loved to spoil herself, had loved him so much that she had given away the life she treasured to save him. Because of that, he thinks that he owes it to her to stay alive.
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