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Madison Cooper || Jasmin Savoy Brown || 34 || Dancer / Escort

Personality:

Madison is smart and attractive. She knows how to use her sex appeal to advantage after so many years as a dancer and escort. She is a dreamer, but is far from naive about the world as it is. She is a romantic at heart despite her belief that she would one day find the one being dead and long gone before the fall. She is friendly. Red is her favorite color, making it her signature color pallet.

Biography:

Madison and Maddox had been inseparable since birth. They were twins after all and definitely shared the stereotypical connection. There were times when Maddy could swear she could feel when something was wrong with Ducky, whether or not he was near. Their parents were supportive and loving, fostering their talents respectively. But when the pair announced that they would be leaving the landscape of Ohio behind for The Big Apple their parents weren't exactly happy. While solid in their belief that their children would succeed in whatever endeavors they took on, they'd hoped it would have been in more stable career fields.

She survived the winter along with her brother hopping around the buildings in Manhattan, scavenging supplies along the way. When they finally made it the Wexley she was happy to see more than a few familiar faces. It felt like she'd found home again. Until it all fell apart and Sada was overthrown shortly after their arrival. Madison chose neither side during the ensuing fight, only making sure she and Maddox made it out alive - that hadn't been their fight after all. Once things settled back down she offered her limited, but confident medical knowledge to the hospital staff.

Special Skills: 

limited medical knowledge from the studies she did for nursing, holistic knowledge

Connections:

Maddox Cooper - twin brother

John-Paul Rose - friend and former colleague at the Garden

Charlie Rose - knows a little through her brothers

Hope Zhang - former roomie and friend

Sada Vang - previous employer, deceased

Jeremiah Rose - previous employer, deceased

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Dallas Marshall Fletcher || Timothy Olyphant || 48 || Convict 

Personality:

that's life. let's go dancing.

Biography:

the hills of appalachia had a reputation for violence and his story is the same as many others brought up dirt poor in the bloodshed of coal labor strikes. the men in his family were strong but troubled; facing uncertain death every night as they descended into those dark mines took a toll. for his grandfather it had been black lung. his father, shell shock. each treated their ails with white liquor and beat the hell out of their wives. mean drunks, his mama had said about the men in their family.

it was the second time he'd seen his mother with a busted lip that he asked if she'd hoped he'd been born a girl; if he carried that same violence within him and was expected to perpetuate the cycle. she'd sat across from him lit a cigarette and took a long moment to think of an answer that would end this conversation for all future attempts. "your daddy hits me." she made sure to look her son in the eyes, no shame in the life she'd made. "but he's a good daddy. he pays the bills, puts food on the table." she wiped the last remnants of tears from her eyes and smiled. "that's just life hun. let's go dancing."

when mama got lung cancer they broke the record player from playing too much john denver. no matter how frail she got she'd always get up to sway with him when sunshine on my shoulders played. it was an awful sight for a 14 year old to tower so high over the only person he had. he spent most of the time after her death working as a farm hand for a neighbor waiting til he could reasonably lie about his age and get a job rolling the hills with the state railroad. the next time he stopped in town he was surprised to see his childhood home empty.

crisscrossing the shenandoah valley should've put his past far behind him but dallas couldn’t outrun the blood that flowed through his veins. he tried to stay on the straight and narrow. to be an honest man. in the end all that got him was 25 to life. 

see daddy was a lot of things but when his face appeared in the news alongside the name of a dozen missing women dallas knew things weren’t adding up. by the time he tracked down the small town his father had made a new life in he was dead and gone and the sheriff’s office was celebrating the end to a two decade manhunt. maybe a smarter man would’ve let it be but dallas was never one to stay down in a fight. he started asking too many questions, poking holes in the story that the local authorities were feeding him. he downed a bottle of white liquor the night he shot the sheriff and a few of his deputies.

took a while for them to catch up with him. dallas made sure to make good use of the time he had. town to town, valley to valley. killing bastards the law was too scared too touch or too dirty to do anything about. had him a us marshall's badge and everything. people in those parts were desperate for real help and didn't look too closely into why the law suddenly gave a damn.

it’s six years later and the world burning. it’s like a coal fire. volatile. spontaneous. by the time you realize what’s happening it’s already too late to stop and all you can do is add more bodies to the fight. didn’t much matter what side of the law you were on any more. he doesn’t want to travel this world alone but dallas has lived long enough to know better than to bet on losing horses. abilene isn’t the first survivor he meets but she’s the first he thinks has a chance of surviving this and that is enough reason to stick by her side. 

their time together lends to an unspoken understanding. us vs them. 

it is not an easy journey. their bodies begin to carry the tolls of time, scars earned from fights won by the skin of their teeth. abby in particular bears the weight of their survival and the wexley township becomes their destination when the truth between them is no longer avoidable: it's the best shot they have at getting a steady supply of the cure.

Special Skills: 

horsemanship, riding & lassoing, distilling liquor, sharp shooter, hunting & tracking skills, preparing wild game, animal rearing

Connections:

Abilene Boseman - us vs them

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Amelia 'Mama' Ryder || Kristen Wiig || 52 || Elementary Teacher

Personality:

There's not a lot that can truly get to Mama, a generally pretty laid back individual. At least, until the situation calls for a mother bear, because then you best believe she'll coming in snarling. Fiercely loyal and protective, Amelia has never been one to shy away from speaking out about what she feels is right and has worked hard to instill that not only in her own son, but the world around her. Never one to turn away from adversity, but rather to stare it down and conquer it on sheer force of will alone if need be, the only thing that truly scares her is losing the people she loves.

Biography:

Born an only child in Minnesota, Amelia had what most would call the most normal of lives. She went to school, girl scouts, hunting, camping fishing. Figure skating all the way through until high school and marrying the star varsity hockey captain after he'd gotten her to agree to their first date their junior year by attempting to serenade her, succeeding only so she could get him to stop. Supportive of her husband and his need to serve the country they both loved so much, Amelia kissed him goodbye many a time as he'd go off to this training and that training, gone for months at time as she first got her teaching degree and then raised their son. They made it work and she was never not the most proud military wife.

Hockey games, family vacations, summers spent doing all the things together that their families had done as children, Amelia would say they had the perfect life, despite the struggles of military service. When Ashton was about sixteen it all came crashing down, though. Her husband, once thought so indestructible, never came home. The jet that had been all but an extension of him was shot down, leaving his family a broken unit.

For all that her entire world had fallen apart, there was no time to wallow in it, and very day following her husband's funeral, she was back at work. Teaching the children that relied on her, and supporting her own who needed her to be so strong. To keep him afloat and by extension them both, because if she didn't continue on, she'd never be able to get moving again. Ashton didn't deserve that, he needed her. He was so angry, though, and when he'd started skipping classes and spending so much time on the ice that he was nearly hurting himself, Amelia put her foot down. This was not how he had been raised and now how his father would want him to act. It seemed to do the trick and Ashton finished high school strong.

Much to her dismay, though, he'd decided that he wanted to take after his father, and no amount of her dissuading was going to keep him from the military. With the same promises to always return as his father, he went off and made a name for himself, just like him. Forever proud, but forever worried, there was little Amelia could do but watch him go and support him as best she could. And then, just like she'd always worried, the call came after he'd been gone on a long haul mission, he'd been injured, he was in surgery.

The next year was simultaneously a blur but also the longest year of her life. Between making sure Ashton was at a hospital close enough for her to take care of him but also teach, to working tirelessly with Ruth on his physical therapy, it was all finally enough to make him give in to her pleas to leave the service. Welcoming him and his service dog Dawn home with open arms, it was only for so long before Ashton was off again. This time, on what was supposed to be a much more safe mission. Fulfilling his dreams to get his degrees, all while teaching in NYC, and truly Amelia had never been prouder. Even if it hurt to have him so far away. At least Ruth was there with him.

Over the years of his occupancy at The Wexley, Amelia found herself the surrogate mother to what felt like half his apartment building, not that she'd ever complain. It was both heartwarming and reassuring that he had found himself so loving a surrogate family to care for and support him when she was so far away. A fact that would go on to give her hope for the next two years.

Their final contact was the day of the outbreak when he'd assured her that all was well, that he'd made it home. It was the last words she'd ever hear from him. Instead, she spent the next week watching anything and everything she could get her hands on about New York, even missing work, unwilling to chance missing anything important, any sign of him, or even that hideous building he lived in.

But eventually the same horror that surrounded her baby had bled out into the wider country. Carried on flights and in cars across state lines and two months later it really exploded all over. Thankfully she'd had the sense to get out before that, packing up Dawn and heading toward the border through the most remote landscape she could find. Before anyone really knew anything it seemed like the entire world had fallen into chaos, the United States government and what was left of it's military being rumoured to have retreated to the Rocky's, but who really knew when your info came from other people scattered throughout the wilderness.

Eventually managing to cross her way into Canada, she met with a group of other refugees over the first winter, a small group of which also wanted to cross back in to the states to look for loved ones. A plan was made to re-enter at the remote spot and count on the fact that the Canadians didn't care about people leaving, only entering. Which in the end turned out to be right. Not countering much trouble until they hit the first population center along the coast, their numbers dropped like flies from there and it was only a matter of days before Amelia chose to head off on her own with Dawn once more.

On foot and keeping as far from any sort of town or city as much as possible, the pair made their way slowly across the state, they hunkered down the next winter in an abandoned farm house with an ever so distant view of Manhattan... if you squinted enough. As soon as the snow melted enough to head out on foot, the pair said goodbye to their cozy winter home and headed out once more toward the city. By the time she reached the outskirts and came across a couple other travellers, spring had well sprung, making their path through the city easier but no less treacherous.

After a squabble with a smallish horde on their way into the city proper, Amelia told them about The Wexley, and her theory about how well defended it could be. What she couldn't have expected, though, was just how established it's residents had become. Now it wasn't just The Wexley Building, but The Wexley Township, and there amongst it's residents was her son. Her reason for being. Her Ashton.

Special Skills: 

General educational knowledge, Firearms experience, Hunting and game cleaning/prep, Cooking, Ice skating, Swimming, Wilderness Survival, First Aide, Wound Dressing, Singing/piano/guitar

Connections:

Ashton Ryder - Son. Light of her life, beat in her heart, her soul, her everything

Charlie & JP Rose - Family friends and surrogate children.

Ruth Ellery - Family friend and surrogate daughter. 

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Harry Theodore Wells || Manny Jacinto || 35 || Investment Banker

Personality:

There’s a lot of assumptions to be made about Tad but generally they sum up to him being some kind of brainless jock who peaked in high school and slid into the good life by hanging on his father’s coattails. Sure Tad likes to take care of his body–but the brain is the most important muscle, right? Have more than one conversation with him and you’ll begin to realize he’s a pretty thoughtful guy. He believes in the power of intention and manifesting what you want in life; he understands that emotional pain is just as real as physical pain and he’s a pretty good shoulder to cry on after a messy break up.

Biography:

Tad and his siblings were second generation immigrants from the Philippines. Thanks to their parents and grandparents Tad, Becky, and Doug were damn well guaranteed an easy life. Grandpa had worked in corporate finance with a number of big name companies and dad had continued the work during his own lifetime. Their family name had become respectable within the circles they worked and there was clear intention for Tad and Doug to carry the family business on. Doug was several years older and had already been working in dad’s shadow by the time Tad was graduating college.

He still isn’t sure if it was greed or the need to prove himself to the family, but Tad made a very stupid choice that cost his family almost everything they’d worked for. A rival company had made Tad an offer–a damn good offer–and he made the mistake of thinking that just because he had a finance degree he knew anything about the world of money management. The reality was cutthroat, dangerous. When that much money was on the line.. People.. Companies.. Were willing to do just about anything to protect their investments.

Doug and dad were left dealing with the mess Tad had made and he was all but excommunicated from the family. He spent a few years doing nothing jobs and going nowhere before Sada Vang finally wore him down and he accepted the offer to work for her. He figured he’d already lost the things that were most important to him, going to jail for white collar crime didn’t really scare him anymore.

The last thing he expected was for things to actually work out. He began making more money than he knew what to do with and his loyalty to Sada only deepened. She became the only family he had, some fucked up aunt who offered him blow as a reward for successful investments. Ria had been the jewel in his crown. He’d been in love with her from the moment they met and he was willing to spend all the money in the world to make her his.

Tad got stuck in the chaos of the winter supply runs and ended up on the far side of the city with a broken ankle. He was lucky enough to find a kind stranger who helped him survive the winter by taking him back to her farm. When the snow cleared he made his way back to the Wexley just in time for Sada to make her power play. And when that power began to drive her just a little mad.. he stepped aside to let others do the dirty work. What a gutless bastard.

Thanks to Ria he's done his best to move on from the situation. Sada's empire wasn't sustainable but maybe the Wexley township could be. He has to believe it, has to hope that Sada's death was worth something.

Special Skills: 

level 3 reiki healer, amazing with numbers, attention to detail, thinks outside the box, knows how to sail, knot tying, makes a killer martini, can prepare sushi and fresh fish, taught himself to spear fish, brown belt in akido, basic krav maga

Connections:

Ria Wells - Wifey 4 lifey

Sada Vang - Auntie, deceased

Ashton Ryder - Neighbors/friends/bros

Hope Zhang - Childhood friends

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John-Paul Rose || Dacre Montgomery || 38 || Dealer / Security

Personality:

JP’s loyalty, while solid once earned, is not given easily. He has struggled almost his entire life, although he’ll tell you it was all a matter of survival. Everything he’s done was for the betterment of his family. That being said, he is not above making a quick buck if it means more food on the table and less stress on his grandparents to pay the bills - regardless of the consequences of his actions. John-Paul’s anger is quick to ignite, but most of it is a manifestation of fear. The fear of failure specifically. Nothing in his life is without purpose and when his plans fail, especially those he neglects to share with the class, he can become an explosive personality. He suffers from dyslexia, IED, and is a recovering addict. He has pretty low self-esteem, but does his best not to dwell on his shortcomings. He tries his best to be a good person, but is largely a fuck-up. He is homosexual, but was closeted until the fall - his decision to do so due to the negative reception he received from the few people he did tell. He can be impulsive and wild at times.

Biography:

The Rose’s life wasn’t without struggle, so when the shit hit the fan they were already used to surviving. This was just one more thing added to their list of obstacles. John-Paul had been out dropping off a fare when evidence of the fall began to trickle in. Radio broadcasts had been incessantly playing news updates on some Korean warship off the coast, more so since they drug it to shore, but he hadn’t paid attention. There was always some tragedy going on in the world. How could some abandoned piece of metal floating in the ocean be any different?

But he’d been wrong and once his fare was dropped off he turned up the broadcast. Fear gripped at his chest with the realization that everything would soon be different. He raced through the streets of New York back to his home at The Wexler, hopeful his siblings would also be there safe and sound. He made it back just before the horde showed up at their doorstep and the lobby was blown to bits. He had been surviving along with the rest of the residents since.

Special Skills: 

driving, propensity for violence, knowledgeable of the area, knows, how to use a gun, basic, basic first aid, drug knowledge, loyalty, can quickly calculate drug weights/value, okay piano and has a decent singing voice

Connections:

Charlie Rose - sister

Jeremiah Rose - brother, deceased

Sada Vang - previous employer/mother figure, deceased

Masie O'Hallorian - niece

June Kaplan - niece

Roman Rose - brother-in-law

Anora Horowitz - HS ex/FWB

Maddox Cooper - ex, it's complicated-ish

Ashton Ryder - chosen brother

Amelia Ryder - chosen family/mother figure 

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Ruth Ellery || Daisy Edgar Jones || 30 || Med Student

Personality:

ruth’s confidence in her abilities comes from years and years of hard work and training. that doesn’t mean that she’s not annoying when she explains for the third time that yes she can do something with her eyes closed, and yes in fact she does know the right answer to the problem. she still hasn’t managed to turn off the competitiveness that she instilled within herself, it might even be worse now that she’s found herself in a life and death situation where her skills do make all the difference. it comes across as arrogant because it is arrogant. she graduated high school at seventeen with her associates degree already done, why shouldn’t she be. there’s no small amount of luck that factors into these things, but she will not accept anything other than the acknowledgement of her diligence and commitment to her studies.

but that doesn’t mean that she’s not sometimes pleasant to be around. on the days that she’s not working and the specter of her career isn’t hanging over her head ruth can be actually charming to be around. she loves to exchange stories and talk about her mom. having worked for everything in her life, she’s easily empathetic to other people’s struggles. her apartment could be a social hub on her days off, and she channeled the continued energy into the people of the wexley, offering support however she could.

Biography:

ruth minturn ellery was named for the life that she was supposed to live. as though there was predestination that could be given by the letters written on a birth certificate. after all, who else in the world would carry the middle name minturn, if not someone destined for great and greater things more. her mother could not provide much for her daughter outside of the walls of their trailer and food on the table once a day, but it was always enough. it had to be, there was no room for questioning it. of course, there were plenty of times where she might have wanted to scream or cry and declare that there was no way this was her mom, that this was her life. who was she to have been abandoned by her father, a man she didn’t even share a last name with. why did she have to be the one who tucked herself in at night while her mom picked up another shift at applebees. 

 maybe she had been kidnapped and brought to the back lots of missouri to suffer in a special way that only the brightest and most talented were. or maybe there was something else that she was missing that made it so she was the single moon orbiting around her mother’s earth, forever being tugged close by the gravity of i’ve given everything for you and we’re all each other has. it was love, really it was. if only she learned to look close enough to see the details etched in there. and she was a realist, one who could see through the medication changes and periodic hospitalizations. who could put her own frozen dinner in the microwave and get herself to school on time. 

and, as she grew older, it became easier to understand the sacrifices that her mom had made to keep the roof over her head. she could rationalize that her mother was doing the best she could with what had become of morning shifts at the grocery store and evenings where her hours were forever getting cut. and young ruth could also silently decide how she would never ever do that for anyone. she was not science-minded by nature. but, becoming a doctor seemed to be the only option to ensure that she would never find herself in this  same trailer park year after year. she would forgo art of any kind if it just meant that in the winter her heat worked, and in the summer there could be two ac units. she and her mom scraped together what they could, making sure that in high school she had time for every extra-curricular that came her way. even if the national honors scholars had an entrance fee, and the ap tests had to be paid for out of pocket. if the community college would only cover half of the tuition needed to take summer classes. she would be there with straight As and all fives. a perfect SAT, a perfect ACT, a perfect MCAT, whatever it took . she graduated a year early and was still valedictorian through sheer willpower, her room plastered with notecards and science posters. the nights were long, sunrises and sunsets mingling, kept only in line by the alarms buzzing on her phone. 

such hardwork is always rewarded, paying off for her in  a fast-tracked phd opportunity at the mayo clinic turned into a full-ride md scholarship at columbia university. she only needed to find living arrangements that could accommodate her budget. and that’s where the wexley came in. a rent-controlled apartment on the third floor was owned by an outgoing student, a newly minted doctor in their white coat who wanted to pass on the favor to another classmate. and suddenly she had no tuition expenses, and an apartment cheap and close to campus, with a commute that stayed under five dollars. she couldn’t have asked for anything more in her cozy little place, with her own bedroom and closet, her own bathroom. she couldn’t have worked harder to get to where she was. 

after all, she was good with patients. how could she not be? people were easy to relate to, more often than not appreciating her stories that she passed down from her mom’s waitressing shifts. she might have been the best in her program, but that didn’t mean that she ignored the work that would keep her there. and for five years, that’s how things remained. she was seeing through the last of her residency years in surgery when the outbreak hit.

yes, she was there, racing down fifth avenue, trying to get to the wexley before the streets turned to chaos. it was obvious that something bad was about to happen, the intake at the er had been skyrocketing in the minutes before she fled. the pressure in the city shifting, the panic a low hum against the usual rumbling. and she made it, she really had. she’d pushed into the lobby, directing people, trying to pull what supplies she had out of her backpack. it was natural, adrenaline flooding her system as finally she could put all of that training to use, sorting the different types of injuries. but before she could establish a quarantine protocol, the explosion hit. the lobby was blown apart, the brick front of the building collapsing without warning. the blast knocked her unconscious, leaving her in the ruins of the building’s front walls before a band of survivors picked her up. noticing her scrubs, they thought it was worth the risk to have a doctor on their team, saving her life. she’d been with the group ever since, waiting for the moment she could gather enough supplies or time to make the run back to the wexley.

the healer might never want to hold a gun, not create the first spark of revolution. but that doesn’t mean ruth mourned the loss of some of those involved in the coup. perhaps, this has been a moral failing, something which broke in her when she saw her best friend chained, poisoned, infected. she could only do so much in the way of humility. she could only offer so much kindness— when so little had been extended to the ones she loved. 

in the two years since she’s been able to pay back this great karmic debt. the building next to the wexley was appropriately cleared, leaving floors of space to grow into. where before there had been little help, now she had nurses galore. people wanted to learn, pitch in, and create a haven for the sick and the injured. in her lifetime she never thought she would become the head of a hospital, she assumed that she would learn her niche and stick to it. there’s less stability to be found in leading and teaching, but she has taken to it slowly over the years. the same way that she’s acclimated to the leadership role of being on the township’s emergency council, starting to balance the needs of the many before her career ambitions. 

though the pace of her life has not slowed, she’s learned to start to appreciate the quieter moments that this life has brought her. there’s even been enough time for her to start working with the art museum, a world away from the little watercolors that she’d used to do in her spare town. her life is not free from emergencies, but it’s as though a fog of work has lifted, meaning that she’s going to have to start spending her time building a life for herself— not just a lifestyle.

Special Skills: 

phd training: biomedical research and associated lab abilities her program had mandatory classes including but not limited to: immunology, bioengineering, pharmacology, and neuroscience md training: trauma surgery, emergency medical intake she has completed all medical rotations and so is also proficient in: internal medicine, family medicine, pediatrics, neurology, obstetrics, and psychiatry to varying degrees. hairstyling: unlicensed but has lots of practice!

Connections:

Ashton Ryder - His bestest friend

Roman Rose - Friends but could've been more!

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Oscar Lockmoore || Tom Hardy || 38 || FBI / Arms Dealer / Spec Ops

Personality:

Oscar is very straight forward and blunt to a point. He is also surprisingly empathetic considering his life and career path. He had a soft spot for women, as old fashioned and sexist as it may seem, is naturally extra protective of them. This extends to children as well. He is very much a man’s man when it comes to societal roles. He is not however stuck in his ways and has modernized along with the growing independence of women. Along those lines, he is a very simple man. Give him a good burger and a beer and he’d be content. There isn’t much he wants out of life except a family and to be remembered as a good person. He is resourceful, well trained from the military, and despite his perceived optimism, he is pessimistic.

He always sees the worst in the world. It’s the possible good in people that keeps a glimmer of hope for change alive. He is quick to blame himself when things fall apart, even if it had nothing to do with him. He does have PTSD from his time in the military and copes with his episodes by drinking. He learns quickly and adapts easily. He is a born leader, but prefers not to be in charge. He would much rather be the right hand man after being discharged from the service and gladly allows the right person to take the helm. However, he is capable of stepping back into the position when the need arises.

Biography:

The Lockmoores had about as normal a life as you could have - from the outside anyway. They put on the perfect family facade so well no ever questioned when they materialized in a new neighborhood or when they left it. Behind closed doors however the patriarch of the familial unit was a black arms dealer working for both the US government and some of their underground partners. “It’s a living,” he would reply whenever asked about it from those in the know.

And it was. A very good living, but it didn’t come without its costs. Neither of the children were ever to really form bonds with friends until adulthood when they were no longer being carted around the world for ‘dad’s work’. And their family outside of the four of them was nonexistent. Their father had long before cut ties with his and their mother had been an only child whose parents had already passed by the time she met Frank.

Oscar was first, then Emily five years later. The two of them became thick as thieves from day one. Oscar is extremely protective of his sister - sometimes to the point of secluding her from the world. He means well, but it can be a little much for Emily at times. Shortly after her birth, Millie was diagnosed with cancer and survived another year before perishing to the disease. Frank did his best to keep things the way they’d always been, but Millie was a big part of keeping the children fed, clean, and happy when he was gone.

For awhile it was just Oscar and Emily at home, but it wasn’t long until her big brother was expected to join in on the family business. He doesn’t talk about that time period of his life very often. Consider yourself lucky if he ever brings it up. Her father died a few years later during a deal gone bad, leaving Oscar and Em on their own. It was at that point that Oscar joined the military using his last tie to the black market to get in and the two of them began their own nomadic lives. Oscar was stationed all over the world - some places even a close call to those who recognized him from his days of working with his father. Even though he was technically part of the Army’s branch, he collaborated mostly with the Navy.

The bases he was sent to include, but aren’t limited to Marine Rotational Force in Darwin Australia (briefly), Greece Naval Support Activity Souda Bay, Naval Air Station in Sigonella Italy, the marine Corps garrison at the Værnes Air Station in Norway, the MCAS Yuma Arizona (briefly), Quantico in Virginia. His work always involved small to solo missions, never lasting very long with his efficiency. He resided in D.C. until being sent on his next case in New York.

It was while investigating a string of murders that the outbreak happened. He immediately went into survival mode, his military training kicking instinctively, fighting his way back to D.C. to reunite with Emily and his fiancee, Liz. He made two extremely short and to the point phone calls to each letting them know he was on his way. He found Emily hiding in the back of the tattoo shop she worked at. They made quick work of showing their relief the other was still alive and headed to Liz’s work. By the time they arrived at her building however, it had been overrun by a decently sized horde. Oscar saw numerous co workers of Liz’s as he scanned the now pale faces of all those once living.

He fought his way through, hope of finding Liz dwindling by the second, until he caught sight of the dress she’d worn to work that morning. As if everything froze around them, he held out a hand and gently turned her by the shoulder. Her once vibrant, emerald eyes had become clouded and gray, though he could still see the faded green behind the dead look of confusion she gave him. Devastation gripped at his chest and the air had been sucked out of his lungs. She’d been infected. If it hadn’t been for Emily yanking him from the nightmare he would have joined his love.

The siblings headed to Oscar’s apartment. The belief that being a few floors up would garner them more security from the infected than Emily’s garden unit. They survived a few months before the complex was nearly overrun. The duo took off East. Oscar’s theory that the cold would slow down the infected was partially right - some of the undead going in to a sort of hibernation as the temperature dropped. They found shelter from the winds in abandoned buildings and kept their selves warm with nightly fires as they travelled. Once they hit New York they made themselves even more invisible by travelling through subways - not an easy task by any means - eventually finding their way into the parking garage of The Wexley.

Special Skills: 

Special forces military training, Intelligence, Strategizing, Observational skills, Multi-lingual - English and enough Norwegian, Italian, and Greek to make it through a conversation, Hand-to-hand combat, Marksmanship

Connections:

Emily Lockmoore - sister

Eliza'Liz’ Delgado - fiancée, deceased

Anora Horowitz - suspect he never managed to catch

Zach Sanders - brother-in-law

Rio and Ian Sanders - niece and nephew

Ashton Ryder - brother-in-arms, friend

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Charlotte 'Charlie' Rose || Emily Browning || 32 || Cook

Personality:

Quiet and sometimes mousey, Charlie had lived under the strict and sheltering influence of her two older brothers for as long as she could remember. All of that shaken when the apocalypse hit and she found herself alone in the building for the entire first winter, forcing her to find a hint of independence. Though she has a tendency to put herself last and focus on the problems of those around her, the birth of her first child with her husband, and the trials and tribulations of two years of apocalypse living has seemed to help her grow a spine. Finding herself the voice of lawful good, she doesn't hesitate to speak up for others if she feels she needs to, and a motherly scolding from her is not an unheard of thing, though it's always softened by a warm hug and genuine words of affirmation afterward. If every anyone needs an ear or a shoulder, Charlie will always be there with bells on to offer her own, even if she's a little less likely to coddle than she was in the past.

Biography:

Born the youngest of three, Charlie is by far the youngest of her siblings, born seven years after her middle brother, and ten as her eldest. Their mother, having given birth to her first child in her teenage years, left him in the care of her parents in The Wexley. Making an appearance further and further apart, eventually she seemed to come back just to drop off babies. By the time Charlie was born, she stayed less than twenty-four hours later, leaving the elderly couple to raise three children.

Health failing, Charlie’s older brothers were left to care for them and raise her, despite the fact that they, too, found themselves embroiled in substance abuse and less than savory activities by the time Charlie herself was entering school. Still, they doted on her, sheltering her from the worst of the city as she got old enough to take over care of their grandparents. Three days before the start of her senior year, and within days of each other, both of the Rose elders passed away, leaving their rent controlled apartment to the siblings.

Now just the three of them, Charlie got a job at Rosie’s her senior year of high school and never really looked back, content in her life of hardly having to leave the safe, familiar comfort of The Wexley. It was this semi-hermitism that saved her the day the city fell, and to this day she hasn’t herself seen a zombie up close, but just hearing them down below on the streets is enough to keep her up at night.

Special Skills: 

Cooking/baking, Knowledge of bloodstain removal, Intimate knowledge of The Wexley Building

Connections:

Roman Rose - Husband and Father to their son.

John-Paul 'JP' Rose - Older brother

Ashton Ryder - Best friend and brother figure

Birdie Drake - Sister-in-law and maybe the coolest person Charlie knows.

Rosie Smith - Former employer and close friend

Emily Lockmoore - Close friend and fellow former diner girl. 

Oscar Lockmoore - Emily's older brother and family friend to The Roses.

Hannah Kaplan - Roman's ex wife and mother of his daughter June. Current close friend to Charlie. 

Sanders Twins - Life long acquaintances and now friends. 

Aggie Turner - Good friend especially after giving Roman and Charlie dance lessons for their first anniversary.

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Agnes 'Aggie' Turner || Grace Van Dien || 28 || NYC Ballerina

Personality:

Aggie doesn’t speak much at all where she was once a chatterbox in a time long forgotten now. She can be jumpy, she stays small, and prefers safe feeling places where her back isn't exposed unless she’s closed off or cornered in them, resulting in violent outbursts. Eager to help where she can and wanting to soak up as much knowledge as possible, Aggie can be found at the hospital learning what she can from Ruth, or the clinic from Mamode, though much of her time is spent at the theater working on plays with Eric, or teaching dance lessons in The Wexley. Over the two years of the labour pains and growth of The Wexley township, she's really started to come into her own despite her continue preference for ASL over verbal speech. Quick to offer a smile, or a helping hand, she's one of the first to befriend most people, though she's still very nervous around unfamiliar men.

Biography: (tw: torture, implied r*pe, abuse, kidnapping):

The youngest of three Aggie had always been doted on despite the poverty in her family and the lack of a second parental figure, she’d never say she’d had a bad or hard childhood. In fact, before everything went bad, she’d probably be the first person to say she’d had a perfect life. Siblings that loved her, a mother who made time for them despite everything on the table, and what felt like a hundred friends in the neighborhood. Nantucket was small and Aggie was a big personality in it. She’d never had a problem making friends, excelled in dance and theatre all through school, and spent her summers getting scraped up knees or working fast food jobs to help their mom and make spending money.

Her freshman year of High School the new dance teacher, a Julliard alumni herself, took a special interest in Aggie and her graceful ease at picking up choreography, how naturally straight her lines were because to her that’s just what felt right. Offering the girl free lessons after school, it wasn’t long before she was standing on a Julliard stage auditioning for her entrance to the school after completing her senior year. A full ride scholarship, much to the joy of her family, and to Aggie who would be following her older brother from their small island to the much bigger one of Manhattan.

Like floating through a dream she’d fallen so easily into the metropolitan life style of the city, meeting football stars and heiresses through her brother and his exciting new boyfriend, winning a place with the prestigious New York City Ballet upon her graduation from Julliard. Like was but a dream.

Until it became the worst sort of nightmare.

On her way home from rehearsals screams had taken over the streets and she’d found herself caught up in a tidal wave of people all running. From what, at first, she hadn’t been sure but it hadn’t taken too long to find out. Right before her eyes she watched a teenage boy bite the center of an old man’s face, and that’s when she’d known she had to hide. Cramming herself inside the back room of a cafe, it felt like it took forever to get quiet.

For about a week she’d moved little by little back toward her own apartment, only to reach it after the fifth day to find it burnt down. Usure where else to go, she realised how close she was to Ziggy’s and decided to head there. The very next day they grabbed her. Right off the street and into the back of a van, arms around her waist had pulled her her in and tossed her into a large dog cage next to two others. By the time winter started to recede the other two girls had been sold or traded to others in the city, Aggie herself kept as a pet and toy for those higher up in the ranks of the group of hardened people that had decided to take hold of their part of the city.

Then… one night, the door to her kennel opened and the hand that reached in was gentle. The only reason she’d gone along with him was because she knew better than to not listen to them, and she’d seen this one with the others. This couldn’t be a trick like those that had been pulled on her before. Fake rescues that lead to more torture and another long stint in her cage. No this, this had turned out to be a real rescue, and it wasn’t until they were full on running for their lives that she’d realized it.

Going from The Raiders to The Wexley had been a long, hard transition, though once she was among people who loved her, including one of her siblings, Aggie eventually started to find little hints of herself again, though she'd never truly be the same. Set back a little in her recovery by the loss of her brother and many other loved ones during an ultimately successful coup of the building, time went on and Aggie found herself saved by what she'd loved most in the world before it all. Dance.

Starting with giving the children in the building ballet lessons, two years later and she and Eric Sanders have been planning a play for the Township, and her dance class had grown from just the children, to a few of the adults as well. Paired with her new knowledge of medicine from work with Ruth and Mamode, she finally feels like she's found her place in this new scary world, and if someone were to ask, Aggie would say she was actually happy.

Special Skills: 

Infiltration, Covert Information gathering, Medical knowledge, Flexibility, Heightened perception of danger

Connections:

Eric Sanders - Fiancé and co-owner of the Wexley Township Theater

Ruth Ellery - Mentor and friend, sister/mother figure, Aggie's Hero.

Hannah Kaplan - Best friend since before the outbreak.

Ashton Ryder - Close friend and confidante, current subject of repeated attempts to get him into one of her plays.

Hope Zhang - Good friend, bonded over their shared losses.

Zach Sanders - Future Brother-in-law, father to Eric's niece and nephew.

Emily Lockmoore- Friend, Zach's girlfriend, mother to Eric's niece and nephew

Mamode Benee - Medical teacher, friend, fellow ASL speaker, fellow teacher of the ASL class.

Roman Rose - Fellow ASL speaker and current convo buddy. They hang out and chat and gossip. Roman refuses to admit it's gossip. It's gossip.

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Zach Sanders || Evan Peters || 32 || Video Game Programmer

Personality:

Zach is a loner but no need to join a rescue team – he likes it that way. He hates crowds and having to deal with strangers, even talking to his neighbors drains Zach’s social battery. He’s autistic, diagnosed as an adult since some autistic traits had managed to pass under the radar for years. Zach only feels comfortable around his people, he’s intelligent and observant, but also rather grumpy and stubborn.

The apocalypse has changed Zach in ways he would have never expected and he has learned more about himself than he would probably like to – an experience not limited to the building's residents. It's broken his heart multiple times only to glue it back together with some more fortunate turn of events whenever happier times came, but Zach remained brave and motivated, loyal to the community, and especially the people he cares about. He does whatever he can to help their community, but recently, his focus has shifted to his family – Emily, their two children, and - of course! - Doom.

Biography:

Having famous parents might sound fun to some people, but the Sanders brothers have learned the downsides. Avoiding unwanted attention and having their pictures taken even when they wanted to hide under a rock has been their reality, and they had no choice but to accept it, especially since their parents loved being in the limelight. Eric decided to take advantage of that start while Zach chose a more solitary lifestyle.

Playing video games, reading, and watching movies were his favorite hobbies and made it easier to stay away from the spotlight. The rest of his free time wasn’t so free - his parents made sure Zach attended all the classes they had planned for him. Language courses, STEM programs, and various physical activities… He didn’t try to rebel against that since a good education sounded like a much better start than relying on his parents’ fame or connections. He finally decided to start making video games, bringing his main hobby to the next level (pun intended).

When Eric moved out of the Wexley and their parents decided to buy a house in Los Angeles, Zach thought it would be a good idea to move to a smaller studio, which was far more suitable for him. Even though he and Eric remained in touch no matter what and their parents would visit them whenever they were in New York, Zach appreciated how quiet and peaceful his life had become.

Then the outbreak changed everything. The last message he’d gotten from his parents was a picture of them on their vacation in Asia, sent to him and Eric on a group chat, and then the last one from his brother read “I’ll come to the Wexley as soon as I can”. Suddenly, everything he had was hope that, somehow, they had managed to survive, his brother was alright and he would see him soon.

Special Skills: 

Parkour/Freerunning, High cold tolerance, Good planning skills, logic, Eidetic memory, Knife tricks, knife fighting, Hand-to-hand combat, Can speak six languages and is fluent in four (English, Spanish, Korean, and Japanese, the other two being German and French)

Connections:

Doom - pet Blue Heeler & The Wexley's therapy dog

Eric Sanders - twin brother

Emily Lockmoore - partner

Oscar Lockmoore - brother-in-law, scouts team

Ashton Ryder - friend, scouts team

Ember Wexley - friend

Aggie Turner - sister-in-law

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Season 3 - Event 01 - Here Comes The Bride

White and black paper decorations hand made by residents and the children, lanterns, and solar fairy lights are being strung up in and around the trees in Central park, chairs and tables are being set out and set with the fanciest settings Ember could find. Rosie, Charlie and Emily are preparing a special feast and volunteering to serve it, Michelle is pulling the whiskey and champagne from the alcohol storage, and Amy is making the bride a ballerina inspired wedding dress. Residents all over The Township have been pitching in when and where they can for the preparation. With Ashton Rider set to Officiate, Ruth Ellery walking the Bride down the Aisle, Aspen and Ria made bridesmaids, Oscar and Zach made groomsmen, and the cutest little twin ring bearer and flower girl respectively, everyone who volunteered found a part.

BNY Season 3 kicks off with an in game date of May 1st, and with the Wedding Event for Eric and Aggie! Please message Nikki or Art if you'd like your muses to have a volunteer role in the wedding and/or reception!

We cannot wait for this exciting new start in the story and we hope you guys are, too! Thank you for all your patience during the switch over, and all your help in the world building. We couldn't do it without you guys.

Admins.

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Season 3 of BNY is coming April 22nd!

Spring has once more sprung in what was once New York City, planting has started on The Farm, the first babies are being born in the Livestock Zoo, Green is spreading across Central Park, the pond has thawed, and snow has given way to warm sunny breezes and periodically rainy days. The new Council has been voted in, and it truly feels like The Township has found it's footing in the middle of a wasteland. The mood is high all around, excitement brewing for the upcoming nuptials of Aggie Turner and Eric Sanders.

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Council Vote Results

Welcome, Wexley Township Residents! The votes have been tallied and we're proud to announce the names of your five council members!

Ashton Ryder

Eric Sanders

John-Paul Rose

Oscar Lockmoore

Ruth Ellery

The Council meets in what was formerly The W, the balcony available to them now on nicer days. Only Council members hold keys to the meeting room.

Once a month the council will convene to hold a Town Meeting to address any resident issues, make announcements, etc. Meetings will now be held outside by The Pond, or back in The Tavern during inclement weather.

Congrats on being voted to council!

Most town meetings can be headcanoned and passingly referred to as most issues right now would be minor. Council muns will be let know by admins if/when an ic meeting will be called, and can request ic meetings to be called at any time.

Ic issues should be brought up to council members whenever they arise, remember, it's their job to serve you as elected officials. Let's have fun with that >:D.

Remember muns, you all have open lines of communication with admins, so feel free to message at any time and with any clarifications/questions/requests/suggestions etc.

We're Excited to see how this evolves the game over time, love you lots!