Hey there! I'll put my character description up in a moment. Other stables can read along but please don't post!

Name: Sage

Gender: Male

Age: 19 years

Appearance: Messy black hair that falls over his eyes (he uses it to kinda hide behind), golden amber eyes, Somewhat tall (5'7''), very tan skin since he lives out in the streets, lots of scars but the most obvious is one down his left cheek, Very slim and light (About 160 pounds since food is scarce and he works hard to provide for his daughter, Lizzie) Although he's slim he's still muscular (more refined than bulky), gives off an air of power and/or menace, has a low voice that is quiet and scratchy, he wears tattered and thin clothes which are covered in mud, blood, and who knows what else, his clothes are worn because of the apocalypse.

Personality: Very mistrusting because of his backstory, would generally rather be alone than with humans, he comes across as cold/rude/uncaring, he's very blunt and a bit crude, he's very stubborn and an extremely good fighter, when fighting he just jumps in without thinking, very hot-headed with a bad temper, tries not to get too attached to anyone, but once he forms a relationship he is very loyal and protective, he has no qualms about killing anyone/anything

Weaknesses: Hot-headedness (he often gets hurt or in trouble because of it), he's very untrusting so he doesn't like to accept help, he gets flashbacks (mostly from his father, who he doesn't get along with, as well as his wife) from his past which affects him greatly in a very negative way

Strengths: Hunting, fighting, very skilled in sneaking around, knows the streets and forests nearby well so he's great at hiding, very quick and agile, very strong

Other: He lives in the woods and streets and moves from place to place - he has no home. His weapon is a small dagger he has with him at all times that he made himself.

Temperance Lynn Prior

21

Female

Tempe has long, dirty blonde hair that falls to the middle of her back in soft waves. She has gray, appraising eyes and prefers to wear efficient rather that aesthetically pleasing clothing. She stands at 5'5 and can look taller depending on just how much she hates you. She would probably be pretty and relatively sought after if she... gave a shit. Her features are fine, that of english nobility, maybe. High cheekbones, defined bone structure, the like. As for tattoos? There are sparrows etched on her collarbone in black ink, which follow their path of flight over her right shoulder and down her spine. The closer they get to her tailbone, the more the sparrows crumble and fade until they are gone. She has a similiar style on the left side of her right wrist- five black sparrow silhouettes flying toward a crescent moon, crumbling the farther they get away from the light source.

Tempe is apathetic when it comes to matters outside her and her dog's survival. She fights well and hard until she can't- in all pursuits. If you happen to be part of her very close circle of relatives or family, she is sarcastic and usually teasing- sometimes opinionated, but not forcefully so. Quick witted and not everyone's cup of tea. Otherwise, she is rude and possibly abrasive, hence why her circle of close friends was so small. She used to enjoy banter, reading, and flirting.

She has a large black dog named Lucifer, his build and fur similiar to that of a border collie's. He is her pride and joy. The only thing keeping her going, really.

Ok Coolio! Are we ready to start then?

Yep! Would you mind starting?

Sure!

Sage glanced around the street he was in, hugging his daughter close to his chest. He'd found a store that had been broken down but still had some food and other items in it...which was something that was pretty rare at this point, so he was eager to get his hands on some things while he could. Of course, he was cautious of zombies as well as other people that could be in the area...both of them could be deadly. And he couldn't leave Lizzie alone for long, or go too far from her. She would be an easy target for a zombie. After a few minutes of watching from the shadows, he slipped into the store quietly and set Lizzie in a crate and covered her up with blankets in a way she'd be hidden from sight but could still breathe before sliding off down the isle to find some canned food. He kept one eye on Lizzie though, and one on his surroundings so nothing would sneak up on him.

Kate was making one of her weekly town trips to see what she could salvage, food wise, when she spotted the store. Not too run down, but bad enough it seemed unlikely anyone was consistently there or camping in it. She glanced around and slipped to the other side of the street, Lucifer at her heels. She crept quietly to the back of the store, letting herself in and stalking inward. Her dirty blonde hair was slicked back into a high ponytail, small smears of dirt on her face from her previous adventures. She kept her gun in a ready position, creeping down an aisle and freezing when she heard shuffling from the opposite side of the store.

(Should she hear Lizzie cooing, go to investigate, and then Sage starts to fight her?)

(that could work!)

Sage had gathered a few cans full of stuff and shoved them into an old bag he'd found a while back. He paused when he thought he heard something, casting a good look around. When he didn't see or hear anything in the proximity his senses reached, which was admittedly quite a ways, he resumed gathering items, but did so as quietly as possible. He was more aware that there may be something in the area though, so he made sure to watch Lizzie closely. He kept his back against a wall at all times too, so nothing could sneak up behind him. Maybe he was just being overly cautious....but he kind of had to be. For both he and Lizzie.

Tempe tilted her head in confusion, lowering her gun slightly and glancing at Lucifer. The dog was faintly sniffing the ground- just as quiet as her. They both heard the faint, soft cooing of... something. If she didn't know any better, she would say it was... a baby. But why, of all places, would a baby be in an abandoned grocery store? She glanced around and then stalked quietly toward the noise, her eyes locking on to a small crate at the end of an aisle, Lucifer at her heels. At that point, she was more curious than wary, and she made her way up to the side of the crate, gently moving the cloth on top of it and staring down at the faintly wiggling baby below. She barely had time for her eyes to widen in utter shock, a faint, surprised breath passing her lips.