RODGERS, Gaven L

[gaven rodgers]

_{YEAH, THIS IS NOT NATURAL:}

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NAME

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Gaven Rodgers
NICKNAMES[/b][/font]
Babyface
BIRTHDAY[/b][/font]
July, twentieth
AGE
Fifteen
ORIENTATION
Bisexual
SEX
Male
ALLIANCE
Outcast
ALLIANCE ROLE
N/A [/blockquote][/blockquote]

_{FORGET SUPERNATURAL, CAUSE ALL}

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THEPHYSICAL
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BUILD
He's only fifteen he doesn't have much of a build to work with, but he his athletic and can run like hell. He's short, but pretty skinny which goes along with his build well which makes him a piece of eye candy ( Well he like's to think so ).
HAIR COLOR
He dye's his hair either between a Dark red or jet black.
EYE COLOR
Gorgeous brown eye's
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES
How fucking short he is. He's only fifteen and looks like he's in the sixth grade. Also his chubby cheek's where he gets his nickname from and the feature he's even remotely proud of his is hair which he seems to keep neat and tidy even during the apocalypse.
PLAYBY
Andres Gorgeous

_{ACROSS THE SKY, THEY CAN HEAR YOU ON}

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THEPERSONALITY
Fun, Outgoing, Laid back at times, Get's angry easily, Not so bright, curious, Random
THE OTHER SIDE A SCREAM THAT'S LOUD ENOUGH TO WAKE THE DEAD![/center][/font]

LIKES
- Cartoons
-Killing Zombies
-Music
-Freedom
-Friends ( Who are still alive ) or company of others
DISLIKES
- His step dad
- Stupid agurments
- Squirmy girls (preps that are still alive )
- Going hungrey
- Zombie Cops
GOALS
-Stay Alive
-Kill over a hundred Zombies
-Get laid
FEARS
- Being turn into a zombie
- Having now one around
OVERALL PERSONALITY
For rabid flesh eating zombies to take over his quiet little town he's pretty fun and outgoing and tries not to let the Zombies keep him down. He's very curious at times and is always looking for trouble. He also has a habit of asking stupid and random questions. He gets very agitated really easy in tough situation which is why he is so good a running away. Other than that if you really get to know him he's pretty laid back when he isn't killing zombies to save his life and loves the company of others.

_{ALL ALONE YOU BOUGHT TICKETS FOR}

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THEHISTORY
THE NIGHTMARE AS YOU WAKE THE DEAD! WAKE THE DEAD! OH![/font][/center]

PARENTS

Mother: lexie Depp,dead
Step dad: Adrian Depp, zombie
SIBLINGS
Only Child
OTHERS
None that are important
HISTORY
Gaven was born on July twentieth in new york. He lived with his mother and father until he was seven when his father died in a fire. His mother and him decided to stay in new York for a couple more mouths before leaving and moving to a small town called Fritch in Texas where Gaven's mother's side of the family lives. Gaven had to drop everything and say goodbye to everything he knew and go to a small unfamiliar town where he wasn't welcomed so kindly.

Since the second grade where Gaven had developed his own since of style and thought out of the box unlike most kids, but with the way presented him self he didn't make friends easy and it got whole lot harder when he moved to Texas. Every since moving and losing contact with all his friends. He has gotten teased since then and still does, but Gaven always attracted attention. So soon enough he started to make friends even though some of them might have been older. Three years in Texas and his mother had finally remarried to Adrian who would become Gaven's asshole stepfather.

Gaven has put up with his abusive step-father for five years and Adrian makes it hard for Gaven to do anything. Gaven's mother would stand by and watch helplessly which made Gaven lose respect for he everyday. With the access beating Gaven rarely was at home and mostly with friends. As things got worse and the flesh eating disease took over the town, Gaven would use all his skills just to get by, mostly staying in abandon shacks by night the roaming by day. Though his spirit have been doused he still manages to keep a positive attitude. Making friends here and there, but not staying in one place for to often and tries his best to avoid the gangs that roam Fritch.

_{THIS IS NOT POSSIBLE! AN EMPTY HOLE IN YOUR}

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YOUR NAME
Well my name is Jessie but I'm also referred to as crazy.
AGE
14
OTHER CHARRIES
None at the moment.
SAMPLE show us what you're made of.

the warehouse was cold, damp and smelled of rotting flesh left over from the corpses. i walked in the dark, running my fingers along the wall, feeling my way around, walking over multiple dead bodies until i reached the stairs. i crept up the stairs, the floor boards creaked beneath my feet, my hands still on the rail. i felt a sticky substance underneath my feet, like someone had spilled coca-cola everywhere. i lifted my fingers to my nostrils. it was blood; the smell was horrible like decaying animals, which meant the bodies had been there for weeks.

i made it to the second floor; the moon shining through the windows, lighting the hallway. dark blue carpets with a hint of purple blood stains splattered the floor and walls. i pulled out and loaded my black forty calibers walking faster towards the end of the hall. the last door on the right was open, just a couple inches. i pushed the door open with my free hand and peered into the darkness. at first there was nothing, and then there was a soft scratching noise sounded, as if a cat were sharpening its nails. i pointed the gun towards the sound. a loud screeching sound pierced my ears like nails on a chalkboard or vultures going in for the kill. a sound of madness and sorrow.

a pale, white form of something came forth from the shadows running, screeching with dark blue, purple and brown spots crawling along its body-like bruises. i had only seconds to look before it was on top of me, screaming, trying to scratch my face off. with claws the size of a bears. it’s skin like rubber, rubbing against mine. i knocked it to one side with my fist, but its body was still on top of me, crushing my rib cage. it must have been a person, no more than fifteen, just really deformed and beaten. her teeth, yellow and stained, long as a saber’s tooth, biting into my forearm, shaking her head side to side like a dog with a chew toy in its mouth. i yelled, clenching my teeth in pain. i took what was left of her hair in my hand, trying to pull her off me with little success. trying to be sneaky, i brought the gun slowly to her stomach and pulled the trigger. i fired off five shots, all the while feeling her rotted blood seeping through my clothes as is spread across the floor. she threw up blood, spewing it all over my face before going limp. i grabbed her throat and tossed her aside with a thud. i didn’t have a fucking clue what that thing was, but i was used to seeing strange things like that. when you work for the cleaners, you stop giving a fuck it just becomes a part of your life.