#not when his brother died not when Atlanta fell apart not when he was crawling out from under garbage at the landfill forgotten

[toastysol]

Is anyone else a little insane about how many times v tells songbird "this is the homestretch" in other words "just a couple more steps cmon"

[alycia-acosta]

𝕋𝕒𝕤𝕜 # 𝟚 - ℍ𝔼𝔸𝔻ℂ𝔸ℕ𝕆ℕ𝕊.

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STORIES OF THE HEART WRITTEN ON SKIN.

Aly has a 5 tattoos. (click to view)

‘Michael’ - left rib cage. Michael is Alycia’s older brother who was murdered when she was sixteen. On August 2nd, 2008 she had his name tattooed close to her heart.

‘Te quiero’ - outer right arm. “Te quiero” means I love you in Spanish, specifically the type of love directed at family members and close friends. 

‘Leo Symbol’ - inner left arm, above the elbow. Aly is a Leo, born August 2nd, 1990.

 ‘Hibiscus Flower’ - left ankle. The Hibiscus flower is the official state flower of Puerto Rico. Which is where her family migrated from in the 1970′s.

‘Sea & Sun’ - inner right arm, above the elbow. An ode to Aly’s love of the ocean.

MI HERMANA.

Camila Leons and Alycia meet when Aly was only fifteen. Camila had just immigrated from Cuba to the Miami area. The two girls, both underage at the time, met at a club. They bonded instantly, sharing in shenanigans and different but proud Latina heritages. The Acosta family took Camila in as their own. Feeding, housing, and helping her until she could stand on her own two feet. The entire Acosta family love Camila like their own, but none more than Aly. Before Camila left Miami for Atlanta the girls made a blood pact to always be sisters;  Hermanas de Sangre. When Michael passed, Aly clung even tighter to the only sibling she had left.  No matter the distance the two remain close, visiting with one another on holidays and just because. 

A GIRL WITH A GUN.

Aly's older brother was murdered by a gang banger outside a South Beach club in early May of 2007. Although her family fought for legal justice, the Miami police department did not bring Michael’s killer in. They were told the man who killed Michael was one piece of a much larger organization that the department was working to dismantle. Arresting the perpetrator would only infringe upon their work. This was not an answer Aly could accept. Their had to be justice. Even if she had to enact it herself.

For months Aly sought out Michael’s killer. Ironically, it was at the club where her brother was murdered she found him. He was into her, so she let him be. Every touch made her skin crawl and stomach lurch, but she knew the closer he got the better chance she’d have at getting him. One night, he fell asleep first. Aly grabbed the gangbanger’s gun and held it to his skull. What was supposed to be justice didn’t feel that way. In fact, all Aly felt was fear. Fear of being a monster; just like that thing on the other end of the gun she held. It woke her up from the numbness she’d been experiencing, made her feel alive for the first time since Michael’s death. She walked out of that apartment without any blood on her hands, and the desire to live. To really, truly live, and be present in every moment for her brother who couldn’t. 

After that night Aly decided she needed to leave Miami. Instead of going to Miami University like she’d always planned, she applied to The University of Reno and went there in the fall. It was miles and miles away from all her mistakes and pain, although that time in Aly’s life still haunts her.

FEAR IS NOT A FACTOR.

After a shocking experience in Miami, Aly chose to start living life to the fullest extend and discovered there was no feeling that made her feel more alive than fear. It has led her to do a great number of wild and dangerous things, like; sky diving, wing walking, cage diving with sharks and crocodiles, bungee jumps, volcano sliding, a polar plunge, cliff jumping and scuba diving the Blue Hole in Belize. With even more adventures on her ever growing list, Aly doesn’t intend to stop thrill seeking any time soon.

CAMP WALT WHITMAN.

From 1998 - 2007 Aly attended Camp Walt Whitman in New Hampshire every summer for 7 weeks. The camp was notorious for hosting the children of America’s elite. Like Nicholas Vanderbilt. A person Aly still considers a good friend. Likely why the Acosta’s sent Aly and her brother there, although neither Acosta child cared about making diplomatic relationships. They were both wild, and were even sent home early one summer for what Aly refers to as “the most epic prank ever”. All in all, Aly’s memories of Camp Walt Whitman are happy. She made life long friends and had a blast, but after Michael’s death it wasn’t the same. She stopped going the summer after he died, consumed by the grief all her memories brought.

[artificialqueens]

City of Stars (Pearlet) - Leatwerpenn

A/N Hey guys, so because the prologue was so short I have decided to post Chapter 1 a lot sooner than I intended. I really hope you enjoyed the prologue. In the first chapter you will start to see how the story is different from the original movie but I do hope you enjoy it. I will likely update twice a week as my personal life is quite demanding. But I have a few chapters stock-piled already so who knows. Some famelet friendship mentions in this chapter. Also, lots of cameo’s of our favourite queens and instagram friends!

Warning for homophobic slurs. Othwerwise, please enjoy chapter 1! <:)

Chapter 1

(2010) 6 Years Before. LA. Winter. Jason often wonders why the fuck he moved to LA. He hated everything about the city. Especially right now as he sat in his shitty old Prius listening to fucking Taylor Swift. The traffic on the highway was crazy and what should be a 30 minute drive from his shared apartment is in reality an hour and a half of literal hell. Jason blew the loose curl which had fell out of his bun away from his face. He could feel the sweat building on his brow. He looked down at the centre console in disgust. His air-con was broken. He was broken. Fuck – Jason thought. This is hell. It’s supposed to be fucking winter. Jason glanced at himself in the centre mirror. Jason never considered himself to be anything special, especially when he was Jason. He had long dark hair that was usually pulled into a bun or ponytail but he also had a longer fringe that he liked to style by adding a single curl. He had a very hollow face that matched his slim figure. His dark eyes were deep and held some sadness in them and were surrounded by hooded eyelids which were one part of his face that he had learned to love because of a trick he had discovered about himself a couple of years ago. Jason considered himself to be average. And apparently, so did everyone else. A loud honk from behind made him jump. “Fuck” Jason yelled. What is this assholes issue? Jason turned around to see some kind of vintage looking car behind him. Honking like it was going out of style. Jesus, it’s a shame the drivers a cunt because that car is stunning. Jason continued to stare as he watched the car pull out from behind him and to his side. He felt a strange shiver shoot directly up from his lower back, across his shoulders blades and down to the tips of his fingers. Strange. Jason made eye-contact, well, eye to sunglasses contact, with the driver just as a bead of sweat decided to dribble down the side of his face. Fuck. He is gorgeous. “Stop daydreaming dork some of us have shit to do.” The driver yelled. However, the driver’s features softened as he made eye contact with Jason. Jason’s shiver seemed to disappear when he heard the angry voice. The driver had on a pair of stylish sunglasses, sandy blonde hair that was short at the sides, and a septum ring through his nose. Fuck, that’s cute. “Whoopsies.” Jason responded automatically while rolling his eyes, before realising that he sounded like a total spoilt brat. The driver grunted in response and sped off down his side of the highway. Shit. Jason looked ahead for the first time in what felt like minutes but in reality was only about 30 seconds and realised that barely any traffic was in front of him. Fuck, shit. Jason moved his car forward to catch up with the traffic while fiddling with his car radio to switch it so he could listen to his own choice of music from his Spotify connected to his phone. Jason zoned out as soon as he could hear the beautiful sound of fingers gliding over ivory keys. And all he could see were stars.

(1999) 11 years before. Atlanta. Winter. “Mummy mummy, what are you playing? It sounds so magical!” A thin boy ran into the beautiful and open sunroom with the biggest smile on his face. His hair was much shorter but he still had his deep chocolate eyes, only now they had flecks of gold in them.

“I’m not too sure sweetie, I just have had this melody in my head for days so I just needed to play it… wait. Where are you going? I was talking to you Jason!” The woman hollered to Jason who had darted into the next room. He came running back gripping a pen and his notebook to his chest. “Keep playing mummy, I’ll write the words down okay?” Jason glanced up to look at his mother and she gave him a warm toothy smile in response. In that moment, he had never seen her look more beautiful. The sunlight from the large bay window behind was flooding her and it made her look like an angel. Her brown hair fell in tight waves that surrounded her face. She had the biggest mocha eyes which complimented her rosy cheeks. She was beautiful, and all he could see were stars. (2010) LA. Winter.

 “Good morning Jay, did you forget your ID badge again?” Jason blinked a few times at the bulky looking security guard. Huh.“Snap out of it dumbass I just need to know if you need a temporary ID?” “Yeah, sorry Boomer, I totally spaced” Jason smiled sweetly at the security guard, whom he might have sucked off in that very security cabin only a few days ago. Whoopsies. “Actually I think I dropped my badge the other day, you know. Can you look around the cabin?” Jason fluttered his eyelids at Boomer. Shit, he looks mad. Boomer went away and came back dangling Jason’s ID in front of his face. Boomer was scowling. Boomer always had an angry look about him but in this particular moment, Jason thought he might rip his head off. Fuck. “Here, faggot, and if you ever mention that again ill do far worse than call you faggot. You were Violet and you only ever talk about that when you are Violet. Understand?” “Sure.” Jason took his ID from Boomer with shaky hands and Boomer punched some buttons into his machine inside his cabin to make the security gate lift. Jason sped through. Jason’s hands were starting to settle but his heart was pounding in his chest. Well bitch, that escalated quickly. Jason’s morning was fairly bland. He had the pleasure of working on the Warner Brothers studio lot, just like he had always dreamed. He had however, never dreamed of working in the coffee shop where every drink they ‘sold’ was ‘on the house’ as the shop was trying to eat out every remotely famous persons asshole. Jason liked working here however because the stars always tipped really well. Additionally, his boss wasn’t too much of an asshole when he had to duck out of work to go and audition. Jason was trying to get some acting under his belt. It was a good way to break into Hollywood and since he couldn’t stand the thought of singing in front of people as Jason (even though he had an amazing voice) it gave him hope they he could still achieve his dream. Even if I am the world’s biggest weirdo. Work was slow today, the morning rush had long since passed and Jason was now becoming bored. The doorbell jingled to announce another customer and as Jason glanced up he stopped dead in shock. Courtney Act had just walked into the coffee shop like she owned the place and placed an order with the barista at the till. Jason just stared. Courtney Act was one of his most favourite Hollywood actresses. She was also beautiful. Although Jason preferred woman who had a more vintage style. Courtney was an exception because she was just so… perfect. She barely had any makeup on either which was killing him. Why is she so effortlessly beautiful? Damn. “Jason, stop eye-fucking the customers and make the goddamn drink and get her that gluten free sandwich she wants. Jesus, I thought you were gay?” Jason’s boss growled in his ear from behind him in a low voice and it seemed to snap him out of the trance he was in. He then moved mechanically to make her what she had ordered. She was on her phone looking down when Jason placed her order in front of her. “Mam, your skinny latte and sandwich are ready. I hope you have wonderful day” Jason smiled as he recited her order back to her and tried to make eye-contact with her. She glanced up at Jason and looked him up and down. “This better be gluten free or you’ll never work again” Courtney stated with a definite intended bitchy tone to her voice. Jesus, what crawled into her vagina and died?   Honestly, Jason couldn’t remember if he picked up the sandwich from the gluten free section of there display but he no longer cared. He knew it was a diet choice and not an allergy because he knew everything about her. He was also too shocked that his idol had just been so openly rude to him. He nodded mechanically in response and she snatched her drink and sandwich without a word and left. Jesus, she didn’t even tip. Jason in that moment had never felt more confused. Everything he knew about Courtney had told him that she was sweet, polite and kind. How was it that one interaction had changed everything. Fuck – Jason screamed internally. Jason’s phone on vibrate going crazy in his pocket was what reminded him that he had an audition in 30 minutes on the other side of the lot. Jason shouted to his boss that he was leaving. Removed his apron. And left the coffee shop. _______________________________________ When Jason returned to his apartment that evening. Kurtis knew he must have had a shitty day. Jason barged into their cute two bedroom apartment wearing red puffy eyes and hoodie zipped up right under Jason’s chin, with the hood up. “Afternoon – you look like shit” Jason was friends with Kurtis because Kurtis never lied. And Jason needed that reality in a friendship. Jason wouldn’t however consider Kurtis a close friend, but he knew Jason well enough to understand when he needed space. Jason nodded at Kurtis and went straight to his room. He shut the door and connected his Spotify on his phone to his speakers. Jason laid on his tummy flat on the bed. The audition didn’t go the way Jason had imagined. The casting director barely even looked at him while he acted his heart out. He knew he was only young, and that actors had struggled for far longer than he had to get work. But from the rude Courtney encounter in the morning to the rude casting director in the afternoon, he just wasn’t feeling his most confident. And when he wasn’t feeling confident was when he was his very best as her. Jason grabbed his shower supplies and went to use the bathroom just as Kurtis intercepted him. “Look, I know you are being all emo because you probably messed up an audition, but, you must remain positive! I have been invited to a make-up event tonight and I want you to come with me! Be my date or whatever! Patrick can’t come because he is still out of town and I don’t want to go on my own” Kurtis was pleading Jason with his eyes. Jason however, had other ideas. “I have to work tonight stupid. I have multiple jobs remember?” Jason sighed. “I’m really sorry, the event sounds fun and I know you love your profession but I really do have to work.” Jason felt guilty. He secretly really wanted to go but he couldn’t let Kurtis know this.

“Okay, I guess I can ask one of the girls from work. It’s okay. What job are you working tonight then? Are you back at the coffee shop or did you get a gig and not tell me?” Kurtis was wiggling his eye brows and Jason was confused as to what he was getting at. However, Jason did start to sweat at his question. “Umm I have a double shift at the coffee shop today as I had to go to the audition. I was going to just chill there till my next shift but, umm, change of plans.” Jason looked down. Lie, lie, lie. Jason sighed. “Anyway, I just want to have a relaxing bath before I have to get back on the highway so I guess I’ll see you when one of us gets home?” Kurtis smiled and skipped back into the living room. Fuck, why was Kurtis always so positive? _______________________________________ (2010) LA. Winter.

Violet Chachki stared at herself in the mirror of the clubs dressing room. This club was actually one of her regulars and she had some pretty steady fans that would come here just to see her every first Saturday of the month. Violet was a vision of vintage hair and clothes. Her perfectly styled black wig had large curls which was giving her a 40s vibe tonight. Her outfit however was what normally set her apart from some of the other performers, despite the hatred of the club owner. She had on a tight corset which was beaded beautifully. It was strapless. As you moved lower down the beading continued down to her underwear, which she was wearing as though it was shorts. The jazzy thong had small crystals which glittered under the lights. Tonight she had lacy stockings on and killer heels. She thought she looked amazing. Her face was painted to give the impression of a vintage pin-up model. Her red lips were inviting and her eyeliner was immaculate, despite her hooded eyes. Her brows were signature to her. Violet enjoyed painting them so that they looked angry, it made her feel more powerful and you could see that power in the gold flecks in her eyes. “Violet your first number is next and what the fuck are you wearing? Its comedy night! Why don’t you look funny, and stop scowling at me and do what you are told!” Roy, who owned the club was looking at Violet like she was an alien. “Beat it, queen” Roy always had such an angry voice, and Violet hated being called queen. For fuck sakes Roy, thought Violet. Violet mumbled a sassy response and quickly put on her ugliest dress over the top of her amazing outfit. She quickly added a stupid looking headpiece to her wig. Her heart clenched as she looked at herself. God, I never thought I would be this desperate and stoop so low. Violet couldn’t see the gold in her eyes in that moment. Violet stood at the side of the stage as one of her chosen comedy-esque songs began to pump from the speaker. She began to mouth the lyrics to ‘Short Dick Man’ as if she was on auto pilot. She glanced up to the audience for the first time and could see a sea of happy masculine faces singing along with her. Well, at least they are happy. She strutted her stuff and mouthed the number as though she was performing at the Staple Centre. Although, this wasn’t exactly what she imagined herself doing, it paid well and kept her in her nice two bedroom apartment. Plus, it fuelled her secret addiction to make-up and vintage women’s clothing. Violet left the stage at the end of her first number with a wodge of cash. A new ugly outfit over the top of her beautiful one and she was back out on stage after a couple of the other girls had performed. Her night went on like this till she had performed 3 out of her 4 numbers. Violet hated being referred to as a drag queen, to her, she was just Violet, and that is why she didn’t mingle well with others. She rarely went out into the bar to chat or try to get laid. She was more frightened that someone would recognise her. Although she oozed confidence on stage, off stage she got a little timid. The last time she decided to mingle she ended up in Boomer, the security guards car, with him taking her back to his cabin to act out ‘one of his fantasies.’ When Boomer found out who Violet really was after Violet moaned ‘Boomer’ by mistake before he had told her his name, he blackmailed her and said if she told anyone, he would make her lose her job. Violet valued money a lot and ever since then she liked to accept money in exchange for, some, services. She only ever went to him when she felt her ugliest and she hated herself for it. Violets last number was coming up and she felt that same pang in her heart from before when Roy yelled at her. She knew what kind of performer she wanted to be, and this certainly wasn’t it. She felt torn. She put on her final dress, which was a shapeless potato-sack-ish dress in the vilest shade of pomegranate. She decided not to add any head gear to this outfit and she made her way to the stage. As she was waiting in the wings she glanced out into the crowd from the side. Barely any patrons remained, not nearly as many as her other numbers. Must be getting late. In that moment, she decided to quickly move over to the DJ and ask him to play a different song. Violet did this often, however, it was usually when the club was completely empty after it had closed so Roy didn’t mind. But there were still patrons out. The DJ shook his head so Violet slipped him some bills and gave him a death glare. “It’s your funeral” He moaned. But he had the next song up on his laptop. He handed her a microphone and she walked onto the stage. Although Violet appeared to be ozzing confidence, inside she was screaming. Breathe in. Breathe out. You can do this bitch you know how amazing you are now open you’re fucking mouth and be amazing. The song started to fill the club and Violet pulled her ugly gown over her head to reveal her beautiful outfit. She heard some whistles from the crowd. Okay, you got this bitch. The song started slow with just a piano playing a few notes. She started to whistle the beat into the microphone. Just as the song came to a pause, the felt the shiver that she felt this morning shoot up from the bottom of her spine. It was travelling quickly across her shoulders and down her arms. She opened her mouth, looked into the crowd, and started to sing. This is it. City of stars Are you shining just for me? City of stars There’s so much that I can’t see Violet moved around the stage as she sang even though she was gripping the microphone with all of her might, she was still able to move effortlessly. Swinging her hips from side to side. She sounded extremely feminine as she sang. She felt like Marylyn Monroe singing Happy Birthday. Who knows?

Is this the start of something wonderful and new?

Or one more dream that I cannot make…. True…. Violet couldn’t see herself, but all of the patrons in the club could see the gold flecks in her eyes. Violet continued to move around the stage as she whistled the rest of the short piano track. The tune faded and in the audience she heard one singular clap coming from someone at the very back. Fuck Did I suck that much? Violet moved to the edge of the stage and quickly walked back to her dressing room. She was just starting to pack her shit when Roy burst through the door. “Beat it queen, you’re done, I don’t care about the fact that people like you because you look like a fucking woman. You’re out. I’m not paying you for tonight either.” Roy roared before standing at the side of the door with his arm outstretched signalling Violet that she needed to leave. Violet could feel tears on the edge of falling. No, I will not give Roy the satisfaction. Violet grabbed her bag and for the second time that day she wanted to go and lay on her bed face down and forget all of her problems. She walked out into the now nearly empty club and began to walk towards the exit. Just as she was about to leave someone grabbed her wrist and started to speak. Honestly, Violet was in such a state that she just wrestled free and ran out of the club. Once she was outside, she couldn’t help but feel that the shiver had returned to her back. Only now, it was burning, and all she could see were stars.

[onespared]

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callista washington; female; heterosexual origin; savanah, ga    age;25 face claim; amy adams

callista fern washington twenty five years old (2009) and a elementary school teacher, she is one of the youngest teachers in the school but is also one of the most respected. her hard work to get to where she is now, often told she reminds them of her mother who died when she was just over eight years old. Her father raised her to be a baseball enthusiast and a lover of working hard even when she wanted to give up.

as she grew she realized helping people with homework, or studying was something she truly enjoyed so as her father told her “if you’re good at something never do it for free,” so she didn’t. callista began to charge people for her services and became really well know for getting people passing grades so long as they worked up to the potential she knew they had inside of them. this led her to going to school for her teaching degree – five years later with a bachelors and near finishing her masters degree for child education with a teaching license she lands her first teaching job.

the job is working as a kindergarten teacher in Athens, Georgia and she loves every minute of it. so much so that she stays there three years, the classroom where she teaches her kids and helps them learn valuable life lessons suddenly becomes the room where she is teaching the kids how to crawl under someones legs and how to avoid being grabbed because these six little lives depend on her to keep them alive. there was never a doubt of if she would take these kids – it was more along the lines of her wondering where they would all go. Keeping them locked away in the school closing off the halls with metal dividers to keep them away from the sight of their dead classmates who still roamed the halls – that was her goal.

a part of her always hoped maybe the parents would come and get them, but after four days she knew that either they had left them behind or had died trying to get to them. three more days locked inside the classroom – she raided the nurses office for clothes and things to clean them up; often taking them one by one to semi bathe in the nurses bathroom. keeping them healthy and happy were her only worries; till she knew they had to leave.

packing up whatever necessities she could from classrooms and the kitchen; she packed it away in the van that had been left in the parking lot. It was black, and it had tinted windows with a full tank of gas like it had been purposely placed there just for them – there weren’t many times that callista believed in god but this was one of those moments. after assuring that everything was packed away safely she took each kid one by one out to the van loading them in and buckling them up. driving away from the one place she had deemed safe had been considerably harder than she had imagined, suddenly her entire life was flipped upside down and the only thing she could imagine doing was taking care of these kids.

daryl dixon; male ; heterosexual orgin; n/a age: 39 face claim; norman reedus

Daryl Dixon grew was born on a hot summer day in Georgia - his Momma had given birth while Merle was off on a stint in Juvie for the first time. Merle took care of Merle most of the time as their Momma didn't really begin drinking until Daryl was about four years old - that was when things had gotten really bad. He suffered abuse at the hand of his father, and even more so when his mother died in a house fire set by her dropping a lit cigarette while she was passed out from being drunk.From then on he mostly took care of himself, doing what he was told by his brother and father. Despite hating his father; he was family. You do anything for family, and so he did. When the world ended he was hunting with his brother and father (Will Dixon), his father was bit and put down by Daryl's Uncle and then they were on their own as the world began to fall apart faster than the government could even manage to put it back together.

elijah fraiser; male; heterosexual origin; charlotte, nc  age; 27 face claim; kit harrington Elijah was raised by his parents in Charlotte, North Carolina - his mother ditched when he was four because she married some guy who didn't want kids. He didn't see her again till he was seventeen, and at that time in his life he wanted nothing to do with her. He was working two part time jobs and going to college full time to help his grandparents keep up the house they lived in, at the time he was living out of a van so he didn't burden them since thye had little space to begin with. 

When he turned twenty his grandfather died, luckily his insurance paid for everything so no expenses were added on to his grandmother's debt.When his grandmother died a short year later due to a stroke, he sold the house and almost everything in it - he bought himself a relatively new RV and hit the road. He didn't plan on ever looking back, everyone he ever cared about being dead already. He worked side jobs to get money that he needed, but being a skilled mechanic he was able to survive on a megar part time salary as a temp hire at motorshops. He'd save up enough and then when they gave him the boot he'd leave the city, it was never hard for him to find work since his reference list was quite long. He had qualities people looked for in a quick hire; reliable, never late, does great work, doesn't complain.When the world fell to shit he didn't even know it till he wandered onto a herd of the dead, he had thought it might be a joke at first but when he realized something wasn't right he grabbed his rifle from the closet in his RV. From then on he decided that he would have to find out what was going on, spending so much time on his own hadn't done him justice; he needed to find people.

glenn rhee; male; heterosexual age; (s1) 22  origin; N/A face claim; steven yeun

Glenn worked as a pizza delivery man in Atlanta, GA. He grew up in a small city in Colorado originally but he never had the chance to make it home to see if his family was safe. He is the oldest of two kids; his sister is younger than him by only two years. His father passed away when he was sixteen from cancer so his mother raised them both to be who they are. He moved to Atlanta to go to university, but he flunked out after a semester due to his lack of motivation for the major he was in; so instead of giving up he got a job and began to figure out exactly what he wanted with his life.

maggie greene/rhee; female; heterosexual age; (s1) 22 origin; senoia, ga face claim; lauren cohan Maggie Greene is twenty two years old (as per season one even though she doesn’t appear till season two), she is the oldest daughter of Hershel and Josephine Greene. Her mother died when she was young and she took it real hard when her father married Annette; but it all changed when Beth was born. She became more responsible and gave her step-mother a chance despite not being over her mother’s death completely. When her father had remarried she obtained a step brother named Shawn who she was quite close to.

Her love of literature and history led her to go to University to become a History major, she was home for the summer when she usually wouldn’t be due to her school being on lock down due to the infection that had been spreading like wildfire. When she got home she didn’t realize how bad the infection was till she went to town one morning and there was no one there – except a couple of walkers that she didn’t know what to do with; so she got what she needed then went home to inform her father of everything she’d seen.The first few weeks went on without a hitch. Then about six weeks into the mass radio silence… a man ran across their field with a little boy in his arms covered in blood and she didn’t the only thing she could thing of; calling for her father. Their lives changed that day

nora rose hamilton; female; bisexual age; 23 origin; wales, uk face claim; alexandra daddario Nora Hamilton was born and raised in Wales, she is the middle child of five kids. She has two older brothers; Dylan (25) and Trevor (27), then she has a younger brother; Heath (19) and a younger sister; Lucy (16). Her parents were very eager to start a family so that is why they decided to have so many. Her mother was a nurse for many years, but she decided she wanted to become a midwife when Nora was born; so she did. She went back to school and proceeded to have her last two children at home with a train midwife present. Nora took after her mother, loving the idea of becoming a midwife she was often present during births her mother saw to - she knew just as much as anyone trained in the profession.

When her parents died in a drunk driving accident, she dropped midwifery and went to college in London to become a green energy specialist. As soon as she graduated she was offered a job in Miami to open the states first completely green energy apartment complex - this project would set her career in stone. However, the city was evacuated quickly and she did her best to get home; but was stopped when all flights were canceled, and she had no where to go but to the nearest city. Atlanta.

tessa grady; female; heterosexual age; 22  origin; Washington D.C face claim; alona tal

She was adopted by a same sex couple; Jackson Smith & Timothy Grady. She took Timothy's last name because when the two were able to marry that is the last name Jackson would take. She was adopted when she was eight years old, before then she lived with her grandmother. Her parents were no where to be seen she only knew her mother's name was Darcy and her father's name was Christopher.

When her grandmother passed away she was put into the system and adopted a year later. Throughout her childhood they encouraged her to be whatever she wanted to be, so she went to college and majored in History; then realized she hated it and changed her major to Criminal Justice. However, she managed to change her major five more times before settling on Botany. Through this course she flourished into a bright young woman with a passion for the outdoors.

By the time she was twenty she was a skilled traditional archer, and would often hunt for her own food since her dad's lived on their own land. She took up the guest house on the property after she finished her bachelors degree. Her plan was to open up her own plant nursery, growing her own vegetables and plants in house then selling them to the public. Before she could get her store open the world began to fall apart, and her dreams crushed right before her when the dead didn't stay dead. Tessa watched her father's die, but they didn't come back like the others - she waited days for it to happen but it never did; before she left she shoved a knife into the base of their skull just in case it was taking them longer. She'd never been the same since.