Description

"Losing someone you love is like losing a part of yourself, and
no matter how much time passes, you will never be whole again."

Nickname
✦ Kat

Age
✦ 23

Birthday
✦ March 18th

Ethnicity
✦ Italian/American

Sexuality
✦ Heterosexual

Species
✦ Genetically Changed

Role
✦ Survivor

Face Claim
✦ Mila Kunis

"The only thing I can do is keep moving forward."

Abilities

✦Pyrokinesis
Kat usually demonstrates her ability by creating a small fire from her fingertips or in the palm of her hand, she may also be able to create fireballs or directed streams of flame with a little more practice.
Kat doesn't necessarily have to make flames, she can make her skin hot to the touch, which was actually the way she discovered her ability when she was attacked by group of looters.
She is not hurt by the fire she creates, and she seems to be resistant to flames or heat that she did not create herself.

Likes
◆Pizza ◆Basketball◆ Rain ◆Dancing◆Swimming◆Music ◆TV shows◆Stargazing

Dislikes
◆ Bugs◆ Cold◆ Pain ◆ Lies ◆ Crazies ◆ Waking up early◆ Silence ◆ Being told what to do

Strengths/Talents
◆ Fast learner◆ Persistence◆ Independence ◆ Vulnerability
◆ Tracking◆ Cooking◆ Shooting◆

Weaknesses
◆ Impatient ◆ Impulsive ◆ Short tempered ◆ Stubborn◆ Trusting ◆

Personality
✦ Adaptable✦Reserved

With Kat, there is always something more than what meets the eye. Even though everything about her screams vulnerability, don't let that fool you. Kat is easy going, but has short temper underneath the calm surface; and should some poor souls attempt to provoke her, she will strike back with full force. She is not one to hold a grudge though. She easily forgives, forgets and moves on. Kat is filled with contradictions. She want security and comfort yet seeks new adventures. She can be impulsive and reckless sometimes, because she will jump at a suggestion of something new before she weighs the advantages and disadvantages.

She never gives up. Kat is determined to reach her goal no matter what, and she is able to re-survey a situation and take a different approach if necessary. This makes her very adaptable and versatile. Kat's stubborn streak is what gives her independence. Freedom is so important to Kat that she will actually make decisions based on the amount of freedom that is given by the choice she had made. As a result, sometimes a good opportunity is turned down because of it's high commitment need, but this is her choice and she like to do things her way. Kat treats others the way she wants to be treated and lives life based on a 'live and let live' policy. Since she doesn't like to interfere with other people's plans, this makes Kat so agreeable with others.

She is and excellent conversationalists with a good sense of humor, though sometimes her humor is the raw truth, but Kat always speaks her mind and doesn't hold anything back. What she says is what she means. Kat doesn't like mind games, she likes straightforwardness and expects it in return. Before the virus struck, Kat was an optimistic girl, who expressed her feelings openly and believed that no matter what has happened, something good was just around the corner. Now Kat will say she feels okay or everything is alright even when it's not. This is an easy way out, the one thing that Kat does not like to analyze are her feelings so pretending everything is okay is a good defense mechanism for not having to take a closer look at her feelings.

Many people do not know how sensitive Kat really is, she hides it well. As a result, she is often emotionally hurt when the wrong things are said, she takes things too personally sometimes. Kat avoids talking about her emotions and many people never really know how she really feels. Kat has an amazing ability to get along with people and she works best in a group rather than when she is alone, however Kat will not take orders. Even though Kat is a social butterfly, she always needs time for herself and that should be respected.

"Man may have discovered fire, but women discovered how to play with it."

History

It was not much after midnight when Regina Woods was admitted to the hospital because of contractions. Her due date was still five weeks away, and that worried her. Since she had suffered from two previous miscarriages in the last two years, she was very scared for her twins. After the doctor reassured her that it was normal for twins to be born between the 36-40th week of pregnancy, she was wheeled to the delivery room. At 4:25 am, Katherine Amelia Woods and Keaton Parker Woods had been born, though a bit small but healthy.Even though Kat was ten minutes older than Keaton, it was him who started to walk and talk first, but Kat hasn't fell too far behind.

Since the very young age both of the twins proved that they could be very crafty and prone to stir up trouble if you turned your back on them. One day when their father was at work and their mother was preoccupied with the laundry they decide to go on a adventure. they took their puppy backpacks, which they filled with snacks, and snuck out the back-door. They had gotten to the playground when the weather turned bad. Since both of them were afraid of thunder, they were scared to walk back home, so they curled up inside the wooden playhouse. At the same time, their mother came back into the living room where the twins were supposed to watch cartoons, and realized that they were nowhere inside. She was on the verge of calling the police when she remembered the playground not that far from their house. She took an umbrella, and without even bothering to lock the doors, rushed to the playground. She almost collapsed with relief when found them hugging each other with runny noses and teary eyes.

By the time they had started school, their parents were almost always fighting, whether it was about not bringing out the trash or how Carter (their father) spent so little time at home. 'I work for the military, and you know that it's not up to me when I'm home or not,' their father would shout. Then their mother would yell something back, and when they realized that Kat and Keaton were there, they would just close the door and keep arguing though not so loud anymore. They were nine years old when their parents divorced. Since they had divided custody and their father had to move because of his work, they would only meet every other month. They liked spending their time with their father, because every time he would take them camping and teach them something new. The first time they learned how to build a fire with using only sticks and rocks, then how to follow tracks and identify the animal that had left them. Since they now only lived with their mother , some older kids at school picked on them, telling them that their dad left because of them. Short tempered as Kat was, she got into a fight with them. They got suspended for two days and their mother couldn't take time off from work so she brought them to the antique shop she worked at, with a condition that they don't touch anything. Kat found the old Russian man, Boris, who owned the shop scary at first. But when he gave them cookies when their mother wasn't looking, though he clearly heard when she said that for punishment they couldn't have any, she couldn't help but smile at him. Since neither of their grandparents were alive, Boris became their grandpa figure. For their eleventh birthday, Boris gave them each a present. Kat got a beautiful heart pendant, which you could open and put a small picture in it, while Keaton got a pocket watch. When Boris told their mother that both the watch and pendant belonged to his parents, she wanted to give them back, but he just shook his head and with a thick Russian accent said 'Since I don't have children of my own, they are closest to being my grandchildren. I want them to have it.' It devastated them when Boris died from cancer six months later.

A year later their mother married her boyfriend, Tom O'Neill. Tom worked as a firefighter, and since Keaton was at the age when all he would talk about were superheros, being a firefighter was relatively close to the superhero image in his eyes. So it came as no surprise that he became attached to their new stepfather fairly quickly. It took a bit longer for Kat to warm up to him, since she thought that he wanted to take her daddy's place, but once he sat her and Keaton down and told them that he wasn't planning on replacing their father in their hearts, she felt relieved. They were all pleasantly surprised when little Jeremy was born, since Regina was told that she wouldn't be able to have any more children.

Jeremy was the first to go. He had always been a sickly kid, even as a baby he was getting a cold easily.Something to do with his weaker immunity. So they didn't worry much, because why would they? In a day or two he would he would be better, like always. But it wasn't like always. His cold wasn't getting better, and the news started talking about the new virus that infected a very big number of people. He got worse and they rushed him into the hospital, by the morning he was gone. To make matters worse, Keaton couldn't travel home because the campus was under quarantine. It was the first time that Kat hated that they decided to their separate way and he was now at a far away college instead of being home like Kat was. If he was home, he would for sure know what to do, after all he was the more level headed of the two. If he was home she could be stronger, now that their mother and stepfather were sick. Now that she felt that tickle in her stomach that meant she might be sick too. Their stepfather was next, followed by their mother just a few hours after. She was sobbing when she called him on the phone, his voice was weak when he answered as if he already knew. They stayed all nigh on the phone, until they both passed out from the fever.
She was surprised when she woke up the next day. She wasn't feeling as ill as the day before, though she was still weak. It took three more days for her to recover completely, on the second day of her recovery her father called. He told her to try to get a hold of Keaton and try to somehow meet up, and go to California where it's safe. She called but every time it went straight to voice-mail. She was sure that he also survived, she didn't now how but she was sure that she would feel it if he wasn't. No matter what, she will find him and then they will be together again.

Family
Carter Woods ❂ 54 ❂ Father ❂ Alive
Regina O'Neill ❂ 47 ❂ Mother ❂ Deceased
Tom O'Neill ❂ 50 ❂ Stepfather ❂ Deceased
Keaton Woods ❂ 23 ❂ Twin Brother ❂ Unknown
Jeremy O'Neill ❂ 10 ❂ Half-brother ❂ Deceased
Dean Matthews ❂ 24 ❂ Ex-Boyfriend ❂ Unknown
Samantha Walters ❂ 23 ❂ Best Friend ❂ Deceased

"We never quite thought we could lose it all."

Username
✦beauty-in-chaos

Nickname
✦Chaos or Gaga

Other
✦ N/A

Character Dialogue
✦#ffa270

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Katherine Woods's Story

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#2014-06-09 22:47:57, as written by Emily3456

“Memory's are all that matter in the end.”

Weather Forecast: Cloudy, Heavy snow; Possible rain

Location: Near Milwaukee, Wisconsin

Temperature: Hi 10° | Lo -2°

Date: February 10th

Time: 6:34 AM

Diary Entry 1#

It's been so long since I've seen another Human. I can feel my social skills and mind slipping. It's been two months I think. I don't know, I stopped counting the days a long time ago. If someone had told me earlier that I would be one of the last few alive, I would have laughed in their face. The World was once so full, it seemed impossible that so many people would be gone so fast.

They had even ran out of room to bury the dead. The last hospital I went to - after the End - at first I was so confused, there was no one in there. No dead. Not in any of the rooms. The Voices told me they turned into Monsters. I knew they were lying. When I got to the court yard all of the bodies were piled up real high, almost to the top of the building.

We don't know who did it. The Voices are getting scared, but I'm not. No no no. I'll protect them, they can trust me.

There's a girl walking through my town. She's been here for a few hours. The Voices told me she was bad, so I trapped her in the cellar. They want me to kill her. I think I might. They say she's tainted, that she'll try to hurt us. I don't know what to do. I want a friend. Maybe she can be my friend.

In time.

- H. H

The sun would soon begin to peak above the horizon, signalling the start of a new - frigid - day. The wind whipped every which way, throwing around small snowflakes in different directions. The trees shook with the wind, making the forest seem like it was shivering from the cold. The only noise came from the wind.

The high way near the large cluster of trees was littered with unmoving cars and the occasional body that had been picked over by the wild life that has taken over recently, however, what lay within the cars was much worse than what was outside. The rotting bodies of the once sick were locked within. The deceased withering away.

The silence was deafening.

It's been two months since mankind crumbled and the last broadcast, promising hope, stopping airing. Two months since The Virus wrought the world and turned it inside out. Two months since billions died. Two months since the world seemingly ended. Two months. Two months and this is the world we were left with. Because none of them were strong enough to pull through it was now up to us to fix things - to rebuild and start over.

We were left with a rotting, death filled, crazy inhabited wasteland, and told that we had to keep going. It wasn't fair, but this was all we had left. This silence. Our story takes place here, lately, though there are few survivors, there have been rumors of a colony in California. This colony is accumulating survivors, keeping them safe and giving them a place to call home. They want to start over, to rebuild the world.

What we must do is simple. Survive, get to the colony in California, and take as many other survivors with us as we can. We are starting out in Milwaukee, Wisconsin we will make our way to California. Some of us are alone, some of us are not, some may be searching for lost loved ones.

It does not matter, we all must survive, and to do so we need each other.

Soon we will all be united together, a group of able bodies and strong minds. We will get to California, or we will die trying.

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#2014-06-22 19:54:53, as written by beauty-in-chaos

"I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape."

― Charles Dickens

The smoke coming from under the car's hood wasn't a good sign. "Oh, no. Please, don't do this."Katherine all but begged the truck as if it would actually help, as the car started to jerk, then stop all at once. She leaned against the steering wheel with a sigh. "This is just my luck." There was a yip coming from the back seat from the black Labrador, Loki, who seemed to be agreeing to her statement. She had found him in a small apartment, few towns over. The poor thing had been left alone, his owner probably died in a hospital since there were no signs of anybody dieing inside. Luckily, Loki wasn't starving since the cabinet where the dry dog food was kept had been left open. He was about one year old and well trained, from what Katherine could tell, and since she was a dog lover leaving him there was out of the question.

There was nothing she could do; the car engine was dead. She took her backpack from the passenger seat and got out of the car, then opened the door to let Loki out, too. "Come on, boy. We are going to have to walk." Loki jumped out and stretched, before he run to sniff around. Katherine fastened the backpack on her back, and took a woolen hat from her jacket pocket and put it on. She also had matching gloves, but apparently they weren't fire proof and since at that time she wasn't in that much of a control of her new found ability, she had accidental burned them. Since then she stared practicing how to control it and she found out that if she concentrated to warm her hand up just a bit she didn't even need them anymore. After Loki relived himself he came back to Katherine's side and patiently waited for her to start walking toward the town.

Oh how Katherine used to love snow. As kids, she and Keaton would be outside all day making snowman and having snowball fights with the neighborhood kids. They didn't mind that their cheeks and noses were red from the cold, it was like it didn't even bother them. Their mother could only lure them inside with hot cocoa and freshly baked cookies, but even that didn't last long, they would shortly go back outside with their tummies full. But now the snow didn't bring up those happy feelings it once did. The cold seemed to seep deep into Katherine's bones, the wind howled and moaned as if it was mourning the people that had once lived in this new ghost town. The snow covered streets that were not that long ago full of people stood empty; it was so eerie that Katherine expected some kind of a monster to jump out from one of the back alleys.

Aside from the wind, her own footsteps and the occasional bark from Loki, everything was silent. She kept looking around, feeling as if eyes were following her every movement, which was probably just her imagination. At least she hoped, she wasn't looking forward walking into crazies or worse, those guys. After all it wasn't that long ago that she had escaped the group of looters that had attacked her. About three weeks ago, she had woken up in a warehouse of sorts after she had been knocked out by one of them when they sneaked up on her. When they tried to have their way with her, the panic and anger that she was feeling somehow triggered something in her. One moment she was trying to push away the face of the guy that was towering over her, and the next he howled in pain when her palm connected with his face. It was hard to tell who was more surprised by her new found ability, her or the guy who now has a burned hand print on his face. In the confusion she managed to steal their car and escape, but there was no telling when they will find her after all they didn't really look like the forgiving and forgetting kind of guys.

Next to her, Loki whined and nudged her right hand before licking it. "I know, buddy. I'm hungry, too."Katherine scratched him behind his ear, than looked around searching for a store. It had been about a day since they ate the last remains of their food supply, which wasn't much to begin with, and even though she kind of got used to very small amounts of food in these two months, she still needed to have more energy to walk since now she doesn't have a car anymore. "Let's go check that store out. Maybe we'll find something for you at least" The store wasn't in a very good condition. The door and the windows were broken and there was glass and trash all over the floor. Some of the shelves were turned over, and it was obvious that looters had been in here, if the empty shelves for alcohol beverages were any indication. Loki was one lucky dog, since it seemed that since the world went to hell, nobody seemed to bother to stock up with dog food. Katherine took a couple of cans of some kind of stews and and two smaller bags of dried dog food, since the bigger bags would've been way heavier for her to carry. She finished putting them in her backpack when suddenly there was a sound of glass shattering from the front of the store. Katherine ducked behind one of the shelves just as Loki started to growl, alerting her that they had company.

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Katherine Woods

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a character in “Contagion: After The Ending”, as played by beauty-in-chaos

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