pre- apocalypse age 16, post apocalypse age 18.
Secondary: Rusty screwdriver
Firearm: Sig 10MM
Skills: blunt weapons
Traits: eats like a bird, cautious, can sleep anywhere, bleak outlook, always kept moving, all out of fucks
Looks: Almost exactly like Velvet except her hair is half shaved short and her clothes is a black T-shirt with a torn up bomber jacket and a pair of sweatpants tucked with some ruined tennis's shoes... oh and she is also six months pregnant.
Backstory: At first glance Juliet Travis doesn't look like much, just some poor kid who found comfort in a needle. What most people don't know despite her terrible life choices she had persevered things that make the two year apocalypse look like a cake walk. Born in Jersey to a uncaring mother and a missing father she learned to live by herself by the bare minimum. When she turn fourteen a strange man in a suit dropped by her mothers house and gave her an envelop stuffed with money before drugging Juliet and taking her away. After the realization that her mother sold her into slavery she was already shipped off to some eastern European country for an unknown fate. She had only two choices survive as a slave or take her chances at sea. She choose the lateral and swam back to shore almost dying in the process. Once she came too in the hospital bed she see's her mother trying to poison her before she could talk, of course she used the wrong amount of adrenaline and actually gave her a boost in the scuffle. Now with her mothers blood on her hand she lived a life on the road traveling from town to town finding herself with a foot in the grave on every stop. From corrupt sheirfs to cannibal cults she seen everything ten times over and even though she turn to a needle to survive and cope with the horrors that anyone can see she still kept on walking from town to town. Why'll doing so she was forced to do something she wasn't proud of to feed her habit. She learned how to use a gun she stole from a cartel member but prefer the sneaking apoach and became an expert in stealth. As the apocalypse began she didn't take notice at first but now without any dealers around she was forced to see the reality she was forced into, thankfully she was used to seeing babies insides used as a garrote or cops killing unarmed men women and children for their own benefits. Cause to her, the apocalypse is just another Monday grind for Juliet Travis.
Pre apocalypse age 65, post apocalypse age 67
Melee weapon: Kitana sword
Secondary: butterfly knife
Fire arm: Personal Uzi with Yakuza decoration.
Skills: bladed weapons
Special: Combat endurance
Traits: criminal, always vigilant, decent shot, drag racer, bum knee, guilt motivated, hard to kill, had a daughter, should NOT be crossed
Looks: a bold Asian man from japan. Has a few wrinkles on his forehead and a few life threatening scars that predates the apocalypse, also has multiple tattoo. (A oni mask on both of his upper arms. Cherry blossom creeping up his arm. Koi fish on chest. Samurai on his back.) He has a blue prisoner jumpsuit with a white Blazer jacket over it. His shoes would include white prison shoes (but during the winter months he would be wearing snow boots.) Under his jumpsuit he would wear a tank top covered and stain in mud and blood.
Back story: Watashi wa Tōkyō Nihon de umaremashita. Chichi to haha wa watashi no imōto ni shūchū suru node wa naku, watashi o sodateta koto wa arimasen. Karera wa watashi o aishita koto wa arimasen. Watashi no kazoku no subete wa watashi no imōto o nozoite watashi o kiratte imashitaga, kanojo wa kurushī kodomo jidai no watashi no yuiitsu no nagusamedeshita. Kanojo ga kōtsū jiko de nakunattatoki, watashinochichi wa haha to haha o watashi no kanashimi de maemotte junbi shimashita. Watashi o taiho suru mae ni, kare wa yasashi-sa no shunkan o misete kuremashita. Suramu machi o saru no ni 1-kagetsu-kan ikinokoru tame ni jūbun'na okane o watashi ni ataete kuremashita. Nan'nen mo no ma, watashi wa tanin no yasashi-sa ni yotte ikite imashitaga, watashi wa ikinokoru tame ni odorokubeki koto ga takusan arimashita. Aru Ni~Tsu, yūjin ni shukketsu shita hito ni kidzuki, kin'iro no tokei ga kūfukudearu koto ni kigatsuitanode, watashi wa sore o torou to shimashitaga, kare wa ikite imashita. Kare wa ketsueki shokku kara dasshutsu suru mae ni, kare no senaka no isha no meishi o toridashita. Sono otoko o isha ni hikizuridasuto sugu ni watashi wa suramu machi ni watashi o nokoshite sugu ni hatarakimashita. Watashi no 17-banme no tanjōbi ni sūkagetsugo, watashi wa sukuwa reta kimyōna otoko ga watashi no mae ni araware, kare no jinsei o sukuu shigoto o watashi ni teikyō shita to shinjite imasu. Yakuza no ran'nā to shite no shigoto. Kōsoku oinuki to doraggurēsu no tame no watashi no ai ni jikan ga tatsu ni tsure, watashi wa tsugi no gōtō no tame no untenshu ni shōshin suru tame ni watashi o michibiite kuremashita. Sore wa yoko ni natte shimai, watashi wa keisatsu to tatakau koto o yoginaku sa reta nodesu. Watashi wa dono yō ni nigedashita no ka wakarimasen ga, watashi wa hitori de okane o kaeshite mo, watashi wa fukusū no sentō sutairu to jōto tekunikku de kunren o ukemashita. Soko kara watashi wa buki no sentō, jūki no toriatsukai o manabimasu. Watashi ga 30-dai mae ni nattara, watashi wa fukusū no mokugeki-sha, raibaru, kyōmi no aru shokugyō-teki tāgetto o korosu yakuza no saikō no asashindeshita. Sono subete ga furoridakīzu no hogo azukarisho de shōnin o korosu yō meiji rareta. Kore wa kumichō jishin kara kita. Nagai tabi no ato, watashi wa bijinesu no tame ni Tōkyō o otozurete ita amerikahito no ryokō-sha ni atta. Kanojo wa kono burunetto no kami,-me no tame no koi ao no iroai o motte ite, watashi no ainotameni kanojo no warai o wasureru koto wa dekimasen. Nanrakano riyū de watashitachiha otagai no tonari ni suwatte ryokō o shimashita. (Chuckles)Sore wa, uchū no yō ni watashitachi ga issho ni natte hoshī to omotte ita. Sūjikango, watashitachiha sūjikango ni otagai o sukoshizutsu shiriatta-go, Tekisasu e no 2-kai-me no setsuzoku hikō o norikiru made ni, watashitachi wa sudeni buranchi o tabete imashita. Watashi no hikō wa Washinton ni keiro henkō sa re, kanojo wa sono hikō no ma ni watashitachi wa ikutsu ka no nomimono o motte ite,-betsu no mono ni michibiita. Sore wa watashi ga katsute motte ita mottomo romanchikkuna gogodatta. Watashitachi no o wakare o ittara, watashi no mokuhyō wa kakurete itanode, kī ni okura remashita. Watashi wa gaikoku hito ni aribai o setsuritsu shinakereba naranakattanode, watashi wa yakuza no shiten no shigoto no ikutsu ka o ie kara nise no tegami o tsukuri, jibun no mokuhyō o surudoku mimamotta. Sūnengo, watashi wa saishūtekini mokuhyō o mitsukemashitaga, odoroita koto ni watashi wa onaji josei ni futatabi aimashita. Watashi no mokuhyō wa dokoni mo ikanakattanode, watashi wa satsujin no tame ni iku mae ni yoru to no kankei o sai kōchiku shimashita. Mondai wa, anchisukiru ga intāpōru de kare o mite ite, darekaga kare o mita kotodatta. Sekyuritigādo no kazu nimokakawarazu, kare ga hogo shite ita saishū-tekina ikari ga arawareru made, seikō shimashita. Kanojo ga don'na dairinindatta to shite mo, watashi wa kanojo o koroshitadarouga, sore wa onaji joseidatta koto wa wakatte ita. Sūjitsugo, watashi wa watashi no tejō de byōin de me o samashita. Watashi wa chūcho shite kara 30-nen o sugoshite inai koto o kōkai shimasu. Dairinin to watashi wa watashi no musume o mita koto wanaito mōshiwake arimasen.
(I was born in Tokyo Japan. My father and mother didn't raised me instead focused solely on my sister. They never loved me and I never knew why. My entire family hated me except for my sister, she was my only comfort in my tormented childhood. When she died of a car accident my father preform seppuku and my mother through her grief had my uncle who was a lead investigator framed me for it. He did but before arresting me he showed one time moment of kindness by giving me enough money to survive a month and leaving me in the slums. For years I lived off the kindness of others but for the most I did many terrible things to survive. One day I noticed a man bleeding in an ally, he had a golden watch and I was starving. So I tried to take it but to my shock he was alive. He pulled out a business card for a back ally doctor before passing out from blood shock.
When I dragged that man to the doctor he worked right away leaving me alone in the slums once again. After a few months on my seventeenth birthday I met the strange man that I had saved appeared before me and offered me a job for saving his life. A job as a runner for the Yakuza. As time went on my love for the high speed chase and drag races I participated in lead me to become promoted to be a driver for the next heist. It went sideways and I was forced to fight off the police why'll the rest surrender. I don't know how I got away but once I returned with the money alone they had me trained in multiple fighting styles and assignation techniques. From there I learn unarm combat, firearms handling and of course Kenjutsu. Once I was in my early thirties I was the Yakuza's best assassin killing multiple witnesses, rivals, and occupational target of interest. That all led up to me being ordered to kill a witness in protective custody in the Florida Keys. This came down from the kumichō himself. After a lengthy trip I met someone, an American tourist who was visiting Tokyo for business. She had this brunette hair, a deep blue shade for eyes and for the love of me I can't forget her laughter. For some reason we we sat next to each other for the entire trip.
(Chuckles) It was like the universe want us to be together. After a few hours we talked then after another few hours we got to know each other a bit and by the time we board our second connecting flight to Texas we were already having brunch. My flight was rerouted to Washington and she was heading there, so during that flight we had some drinks and one thing led to another. That was the most romantic afternoon I had ever had, in a bathroom stall. Once we said our goodbyes I was sent down to the keys were my target was hiding. I had to establish an alibi in the foreign national so I did a few of jobs for the Yakuza branches set up a fake letters from home, and kept a keen look out for my target.
After a few years I finally found my target but also surprisingly I met that same woman again. My target wasn't going anywhere so me and her rekindled our relationship for an evening before I went in for the kill. Problem was Interpol had guards watching him and someone tipped them off. Still despite the number of guards I was successful, till the final angent who was protecting showed up. If she was any agent I would have killed her but it turn out to be the same woman and I hesitated. After a few days I woke up in the hospital with hand cuffs on me. I still don't regret that I spent the next thirty years because I hesitated. What I regret is that I never got to meet my daughter the agent and I had gave.)
Hello everybody Wombag1786 here
So it's been a while, some shit happened and I was forced to put these story's under for awhile but in any case the next chapter for the main series should be out soon.
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