WE'RE ON THE ROOOOAD MY LITTLE CASTAÑETTE

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SETTING

This ragtag group of six unfortunate (or fortunate if you're a wiseass) survivors have somehow found eachother and relished in the fact that one of them, Plum, is the proud owner of a very nice and quite roomy camper.
Thus, they began travelling this dystopian world in which our game takes place. Marvelling at how low the gas prices are when everyone's dead from the inside of the camper in which six people somehow manage to live.
Not that you really mind travelling with a bunch of strangers, you're all just happy kind mister Plum let you in his RV. It's just that you all got together in that car three days ago and the supplies Plum had gotten for one person are running out... Maybe you oughta stop by a supermarket or something like that. There's gotta be some canned corn left for you at least...

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CELADON

M/23/5'9"
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"Tick, tock, tick, tock," Is probably the first thing you'd hear from Celadon. Having a strange fascination with clocks, Celadon will always be seen with a small clock on him. Not even a watch, an actual clock. He lives by the saying, "Time flies" and will almost always reference a ticking clock in someone's final hours. Oh, but don't be turned off from that. Celadon enjoys being around people and can be a bit of a social talker, wanting to get on people's good sides and be really good friends with them. However, if he sees someone having an item he will manipulate them into getting what he wants.

He can be pretty protective over those he cares for, or for those he wants. Or he can just be putting on an act, who knows? Celadon is a mysterious man. Everything about him is a mystery, nobody knows much about him. Not even his own family, as he had sealed himself away from them and moved out as soon as he got the chance to. But don't think wrong of him! He cares for them, he really does. And that's completely obvious if he's ever around of them, putting them ahead of himself.

He doesn't get sad or scared easily. In fact, he goes about with a smile. He will never lose his smile, and if he ever does, well. You better calm him down quickly, before he gets lost in his own little world and ends up hurting someone, or worse, ( tw for self harm! )  himself.


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PLUM

34/5'9"/Male

A dark and intimidating man with rough and masculine features. His pitch black hair is cut short and pushed back, dark purple eyes peeking from behind oval glasses. Stray stubble lines his jaw and cheeks, and dark circles beneath his eyes tell a tale of long nights with no sleep. Though very quiet and unnerving, Plum is a protective man wearing a long black coat, over a vest and button up shirt with a tie that matches his eyes. Though Plum is not one to talk about himself, he enjoys poetry and nature. Surprisingly in touch with his feelings for someone who doesn't show them on the outside very often. He tends to carry candy around in his pocket and can often be seen popping one or two in an attempt to soothe his smoking habit.
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LATTE

20/M/6'1.

As a child Latte had a look about him that nearly looked angelic. Pale skin, nearly white hair and pale blue eyes. His mother was completely enamoured by the beauty of her son, but she was equally frightened that the beautyof her son would get tainted by the outside world. And so she kept him locked in for the most of his childhood and on the rare occasion that he was allowed outside, every inch of his skin was covered. She went to such great lengths to keep her son at home, she forced him into home-schooling.
He spent his days being taught by the best tutors money could buy and became quite the intelligent young man, however his mother wouldn't be satisfied with only that, he had to be musical as well. And as such he mastered the piano. The piano became his passion in life. He devoted himself to music entirely and even went as far as to learn the anatomy of the piano.

Then one day, he came to the realization that he loved pianos more than anything in the world. Even more than his mother. He simply could not bear to hear her voice anymore. He wanted to hear... a piano.
So he made her one.
Carving her bones into the masterfully crafted keys of a piano he built himself, he had never heard a sound so beautiful. And once he had heard the beautiful sound from the keys made of bones, he had to do it again, and again, and again....
He used velvet sacks to get rid of the remains of the corpses, the flesh and muscle that he didn't need, then he dumped them in rivers. The sacks floating ashore gave name to the fearsome murderer “The Velveteer”. Identity unknown.

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SCARLET

30/F/5'9"

A young single mother who had a kid at an age that wasn't the best. She used to be a bit absentminded but doting in an appropriate motherly fashion. She's kept the doting, though sometimes you can see her smile as forced. Has been doing her best to live on after having to kill her son Coral when he got infected. Her husband died long ago at sea. The dangers of the sea used to terrify her but the horrors she has faced has all but crushed her spirit. Scarlet has a mess of curly red hair and tired sad green eyes, with a splash of freckles across her nose. Wears jean overalls with quilt patches of nautical scenes stitched onto it randomly, and an emerald green shirt underneath. Worked at a fabric store.

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CORAL

M/19/ 5' 9"

An aspiring artist. He works mainly with watercolors, his paintings always depicting some far off place that pulls on the mind and makes people feel as if theve been there before. Personality wise he is very sweet and kind, always thinking of other people before himself. He hates fights, and would do anything to stop one if one broke out. He is cheerful, and is usually always smiling. He has problems staying warm, so he wears
large sweaters and usually has a scarf around his neck. He even has a pair of fuzzy mittens. He has dark brown brown hair that he keeps tied back in a ponytail, and his bangs sweep into his face and he uses a hairclip to keep it from his coral colored eyes.

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ALICE

?? | m | 5'5".

A half-boy...dog...thing. Created by some kind of magic or some other shenanigans, Puppydog, or as he has been 'formally named' as of now, Alice, isn't very bright. He's curious, naive, and tends to stick to Celadon like glue. His love for fish and other meats and hate for anything remotely vegetable looking usually makes him hard to please. His skin is very pale, and his hair is a light blue, with strands of different hues if you look hard enough. There aren't enough to actually stand out.

His previous 'owner' was a young lady named Midas, and he'd rather not speak of her due to her justice complex (read as fetish) and her bratty attitude. Any mention of the tale of Midas (or the King with the Golden Touch, if I'm right) or anything gold related will make him flinch.