Sixthbane Text ProfileBasics-
Blood Type: Purple
Hairstyle: Short and messy/black with green streaks
Skin tone: Tan
Body build: Slender
Distinguishing Features: Slanted bronze eyes
Common clothes: Long shorts, short sleeve hoodie, long sleeve green shirt
Posture: Has good posture
Diseases/Illness: Iron Sickness
An other notable features (ex. square Jawed, facial piercings): Gender unkown
Personality: Quirky, stiff
Interactions with people: Few
Social/Mental Flaws: Rude
Secret desires: Unknown
How They See Themselves: Awesome
Homeworld: Ironside- Tithe
Proof of Existence: The Vulpine Fey
Backstory: Absinthe was a UnSeelie Fey that had been banished from the court to live out the remainder of his life in Ironside, whether he died of iron sickness or managed to survi
Where She Sleeps In the corner of a bed with plain white sheets, Kei was curled up on her side, holding her knees against her chest. This wasn't her room at the headquarters. It was somewhere safer and familiar. She stared unblinkingly at the wall across from her, though there was nothing there. In fact, the whole room was nearly empty. The walls were blank, white, empty. The bed was pushed into a corner, out of the way. In the centre of the room, there was a small round table, upon which sat a shattered mirror. Kei couldn't count the number of times it had been broken and put back together. It was mostly pieced up now, though it would never be whole. There was one shard that was missing, tucked inside her right eye.
". . . I wonder how long I have been here." She murmured quietly, her voice muffled by the emptiness in the room. It pressed against her, cooling her feverish skin. Not that it mattered. Her temperature was always higher than norm
Surviving on Realism -Ch 4-Ginger Kids Aren't Miracles.
It wasn't that he didn't trust her, it was just... No. Wait. He didn't trust her, at all. She had shot at him after all, and her knife had gotten dangerously close to his neck too many times to count. He didn't think she'd actually kill him. Not like that. No, if Frankie were going to kill him, she'd make sure it was slow and painful. He'd probably blee-
"Josh? Can I have some more water?"
Jean's request cut through Josh's reverie and he jolted upright, snatching the water bottle off one of the low counters and kneeling at Jeannine's side. Very carefully, he positioned her so she could drink without her stomach splitting open again. Not that it mattered. It hadn't stopped bleeding yet, not that he'd expected it to. Still, it was unnerving to change the bandages every hour, only to see more blood well up. The brunette was pale and sickly looking by now, and Josh was beginning to wonder if Frankie hadn't just ditche
Surviving -Character Profiles-Jeannine
Height: 5' 1"
Profile: Jean is the optimist of the survivors, even though she's usually the one getting pummeled half to death. She always manages to look on the bright side of things, and hates conflict. She's quite an eccentric, and is known for making outlandish remarks. She was in New York when the Infection began to spread.
Hair/Eyes: Dirty blonde/Blue?
Profile: Josh is slightly more cynical than the others, though he has his reasons. He's the only one of the survivors that has any medical training. That doesn't stop Frankie from acting like she'd enjoy murdering him. He's the most cautious, but has a quick temper. He was also in New York at the onset of the Infection.
Age: ? Younger than the others
Hair/Eyes: Lighter brown/Brown
Profile: Lan is the calmest out of the entire group, and serves as their navigator. He's usually the one to stop fights before they get to bad.
Surviving on Realism -Ch 3-Back 2 Help
"Josh, you have to let me go with you. If Jeannine is hurt that bad, then Landry is in trouble too!" Frankie tried convincing Josh, but to no avail. He was going back into the steel mill to help Landry and Jean, but had forbid her from coming with. He wouldn't even look at her.
"Joshua! Listen to me! He's just a kid! He-" Whatever she had been about to say was lost as Josh spoke loudly, drowning out her words.
"We're all just kids, Frankie. Okay? All four of us are going through this, and none of us should have to." He snatched up his shotgun and pocketed the remaining shells. "Your ass is staying here. I don't want to have your dead weight to protect as well." With that final insult, Joshua left the safe house and went back to help.
Frankie sulked at his retreating figure, chewing her thumb furiously, waiting for him to disappear into the building. Did he really e