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Ryan Anderson

"You either hang onto your morals and die, or do everything you need to survive."

0 · 329 views · located in Post-Apocalyptic America

a character in “Contagion”, as played by Spence

Description



â˜Ŗ Ryan Anderson â˜Ŗ
"I think that most people would rather face the light of a real enemy than the darkness of their imagined fears."





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Age
27

Gender
Male

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Physical Description
Ryan is described as being very tall and burly. Standing at 6'5", his height and size can intimidate others. His strength gives him a rather filled out form, but he is not regarded as being overweight, just muscular. His height helps spread out his weight. His facial features are described as being angular - high cheekbones, a strong jawline, a straight nose and full lips. He has slightly curly, dark brown hair that almost looks black, giving him a childish look not often seen in a grown man because of its untidiness. His eyes posses the color of an icy blue. Ryan also has a slight beard, which often ends up being shaved, but considering the circumstances, there isn't any time for shaving.

When the outbreak occurred, Ryan wore a musky-brown jacket with a black t-shirt underneath with worn jeans and old sneakers. He also was carrying a backpack.


Personality
Ryan is usually described as brooding and stubborn, but also very kind and compassionate. He always puts other's safety, humanity and welfare before anything else, and goes to great lengths to protect them from what he sees as danger. He often over analyzes situations and has a tendency to overreact, especially in situations where other's safety is potentially at risk - evident in many of his decisions.

He isn't a naturally friendly person, and he'll often treat people at first with disdain and generally be cautious of any socialization; however, after getting to know someone, he'll adopt a friendly and more caring attitude towards them. He possesses a radical realistic outlook on situations, and is nothing but practical when he deals with danger. Most of the time, Ryan is very serious and takes every angle into consideration of a situation. He is often annoyed with people who are constant optimists, as he continues to put a realistic aspect on things.

Ryan is naturally quiet and reserved for the most part, always keeping his cool. And no matter what the situation, he rarely loses it. He is also is rather laid back most of the time and is easy going. He prefers not getting involved in situations unless it affects him or the group directly. His general demeanor is somewhat anxious, calm, collected and intelligent.



Equipment

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Glock 17 (Pistol)

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Standard Hunting Knife



Likes Dislikes
✔Normalcy Selfish people✘
✔Shelter/Safety Absent-minded people✘
✔Humor The virus✘
✔Guns (Supply of weapons) Food and water shoratges✘
✔Music Death/Loss of a loved one✘


ImageThe Outbreak
"Ryan, come look at this." Ethan's voice quivered. He stared at the TV as the images on the news flickered across his face. His fingertips tightened around the remote.

"C'mon, Ethan," Ryan replied as he exited the hallway, running his fingers through his auburn hair. "I ain't got time for this. We're already late anyways-"

"Ryan," he paused, gulping as he did. "This is serious." Ethan's eyes never left the television as he stared with a look of intent and concern

Ryan made his way in front of the leather couch where Ethan sat. He sat down on the armchair next to his younger brother, eyebrows knitting together in confusion as he squinted at the TV.

"Local authorities have issued a biohazard warning to the citizens of Clarke County." Stated a young, spiffy looking blonde haired woman holding a microphone in front of a gathering crowd.

"Biohazard? Haven't had one of those before-" Ryan was instantly cut off by the spokesperson as soon as he began.

"The authorities have stated: This is not a warning. Please find a safe zone of any sort nearby. Please stay calm as we continue to-"

There was a shrill scream of a young woman in the background. The crowd dispersed, people running in all sorts of directions. The news anchor turned to look, horrified at the sight before her. Ryan heard her scream as well.

The camera shut off.

"Shit." Ryan mumbled in shock. He hadn't witnessed anything like that on the news before.

Ethan turned towards Ryan, tears welling up in his eyes. "Ryan," A tear escaped his left eye. "I'm scared."

Ryan's pulse increased. "What in the Hell is going on?" He though with shock. All he knew was that he had to get Ethan somewhere safe like they said. And fast.

"C'mon, Ethan." He grabbed his younger brother's hand. "Grab any sort of weapon you can find." Ryan grabbed both of their jackets, quickly throwing Ethan's to him.

Ethan looked around the small room and grabbed his baseball bat, leaning against the side of the couch, still dirty from practice earlier that day. Ryan nodded towards him as he found a weapon of his own that had once been concealed inside the wooden cabinet next to the door.

Ryan grabbed Ethan's hand again, pushing his way out of their apartment door and into the hallway. They ran towards the exit stairs and headed down into the lobby. There, fleeing people pushed their way through the exit doors. Mass destruction clouded the outside of the building as citizens made their way out into the bustling streets.

"Ethan, stay close to me." Ryan squeezed Ethan's hand in fear.

There was a screeching moan in the distance.




So begins...

Ryan Anderson's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jessica Stahl Character Portrait: Hayley Kennedy Character Portrait: Alexander "Lex" Romanov Character Portrait: Ryan Anderson Character Portrait: Angelina Naomi Smith Character Portrait: Evan Manno
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James Winter Monroe

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It's been nearly a week since the first biters started showing up, at first only a few, but as soon as they hit the cities... It didn't take long for the military to step in and start evacuating civilians. That's how I ended up in Zone 14, but not as a civilian, I escorted a convoy of trucks across the Texan border and into the stadium. It's not looking good here, too many people and not enough supplies to keep everybody fed for more than another week or two. We've lost contact with Zone 13 and the last air drop scheduled didn't come. I fear the worst is already upon Zone 14, how much longer can we pretend this place is safe?

Winter snapped his journal close, standing from the metal foldable chair that sat in front of a small table in the tent he had been assigned to. Tucking the small notebook into his back pocket he placed the pen he had been using behind one ear, rubbing his cold hands together. Even with his long sleeve shirt and thick pair of jeans, the fall air still made him shiver as he ran a hand over his head and then his eyes, rubbing the sleep away. Grabbing the heavy coat draped over the back of his chair he shouldered it on quickly and pulled up the hood as he zipped up the front.

Ducking outside through the tent's flap he squinted against the weak noon high sun that dared to peek out from behind a heavy rain cloud. It hadn't started raining yet, but the dark and forbidding skies were keen to release the water at some point. The stadium was at it's busiest, people bustling around like ants as food rations and supplies were handed out by men and women in army uniforms at tables. Beside each table stood two heavily armed guardsmen, their suspicious eyes looking out for any who may try and get doubles and also looking for any who showed signs of sickness.

Just like the many others around him, Winter searched for the shortest line, stepping in behind those who were also waiting. Feet shuffled forward slowly and people were served, though it seemed like forever, until Winter had come to the front of the line. Digging into his front pocket he pulled out his ration stamp card and slid it across the table. The woman there glanced over it and then nodded to a boy standing next to her, he disappeared for a moment and came back with an EMR package and a bottle of water, the woman stamping his card. "Next!" She called out, handing Winter back his card.

"See you tomorrow, Julia." Winter gave a charming smile as he picked up his food and water, winking as he scooted past the man next to him, stepping out of line. A shoulder bumped into his, causing his stuff to fall to the ground, the quickly walking person who had ran into him barely batting an eye as they stumbled on. "Well excuse you..." He muttered, glaring over his shoulder as he bent down to grab his stuff, brushing the dirt off.

((OOC:Hey y'all, I finally decided to post, I was tired of waiting. I tagged all the characters who have been accepted (I don't have the power to accept those who haven't, sorry) in hopes to get this thing going. Hopefully you haven't lost interest and will join me...Pretty please, with a cherry on top? Any questions can and should be posted in the OOC.

Thanks much,
Paint))