Harper Lewis || Age: 19 || Sexuality: Straight || Taken || Lower class (slave)
Preferred ships: Any
Bio: (Bio was written by player) Quiet, that was one of the only things people could say about her if they didn’t actually know Harper. Even before her mother and younger brother died, Harper was a quiet and private child. The few years that she attended school before her mother decided to home school her was filled with time spent alone; never really having many friends or any at all for that matter. At home she wasn’t much different, she was always soft spoken, except for the rare occasions that something got her riled up though she tried to avoid bringing any sort of attention to herself. Her father had been out of her life since the birth of her brother, running off with some woman after having an affair. The only man Harper had ever had to look up to was her mother’s brother who often lived with them, though he was often drunk. She grew up in this rather broken home, locked away inside herself, until the Chaos took over and she ran.
If you were to ask her how exactly her mother, uncle and brother died, Harper would not tell you. It wasn’t that she couldn’t or didn’t remember, she just simply did not want to acknowledge anything about her life before now. Looking back wouldn’t help her. Everything before she met Katie was simply like something out of one of the stories Katie told her, a very terrible story. Since then they have been inseparable, taking the same last name and passing themselves off as sisters. There is nothing that Harper would not do for the other girl, going to great lengths to help them both, knowing that without Katie, she probably would have gone insane at the loss of her family.
Natalie Strange || Age: 21 || Sexuality: Straight || Taken || Lower Class
Preferred ships: Any
Bio: (original character. Bio was created by the player) Originally born with the last name Stern in Boston, Massachusetts, Natalie changed her name to Strange in an attempt to move on after the plague claimed the lives of her parents and little sister. She left the city along with other survivors, and headed for what was left of New York, which was slowly becoming what is now known as Acirema. She was shuffled into the lower class upon her arrival, and spent the last two years in the gates as a slave. Upon her twenty-first birthday, she was released into the middle class and has spent the last several months working in the hospital to earn points.
Natalie is a quiet person usually, but isn’t afraid to talk to people and try and make friends. She chose the job at the hospital because she enjoys taking care of others and wanted to be a doctor when she was younger. She’s currently trying to make the best of her life in her middle class apartment, and while it’s not the best, she realizes that things could be worse. Natalie has a history of slipping supplies and medicine through cracks in the gates, but has only been caught and whipped by the government once.
Roxanne Chambers || Age: 20 || Sexuality: Bisexual || Taken || Lower Class (Owned slave)
Preferred ships: Any
Bio: Unlike her brother, Roxanne is a bit of a spitfire, the push to his complacency. She loved her childhood, adoring her entire family, and just generally being happy. She was forever bothering Joshua, like any annoying younger sibling, always begging for a bedtime story from his never-ending arsenal of them, or dragging him outside to see fresh air every now and again. Roxanne was a bit more of a troublemaker, and prankster, a cheeky bite to her that is endearing when she’s younger, but provided her with a bit of trouble once she started going to school and found herself in other social situations. However, other than a couple minor incidents, she had a relatively normal upbringing, like most people, until everyone started getting sick.
Their father’s death wasn’t quite so hard on her as it was for Joshua, but she hated her mother for all the pressure she placed on her brother’s shoulders. She recognized that he was doing what he thought was right for them, and she agreed with him wholeheartedly. She didn’t understand why her mother continued to be so difficult with him, and would always defend him when Joshua would disappear into his room to work out plans for the next days. Nothing she said ever really made a difference, so Roxanne always made it a point to spend time with her brother, to support him in whatever decisions he made, to show him unwavering loyalty. She knew that the only reason they had survived for this long was because of her brother’s tireless and selfless effort, and she’d be damned if she let their mother ruin that for him. Her death was a relief in Roxanne’s eyes, and though she missed her mother, her real mother that had raised her before the plague, she knew that the only person she truly needed anymore was Joshua.
When they were thrown into the Gates in Acirema, Roxanne had much more trouble adjusting to their new lifestyle than Joshua did. He was lucky enough to escape in only a couple months, not sustaining any real major damage, from that awful life. She was glad for her brother, who didn’t deserve to be tainted by the darkness that lived in the Gates. He was one of the few good people left in the world, and though he was older than her, Roxanne was determined to protect him from that. Her mouth, on the other hand, got her in quite a bit of trouble initially, which eventually died down as she learned to keep quiet and keep her head down. It didn’t stop her from getting a few punishments here and there, but she remained quiet for her brother, whom she knew was working to get her out. He bought her out of the Gates a little after her 18th birthday, and since then they’ve been living quietly together in their small apartment. She works to help bring in points, but Joshua never treats her anything other than her younger sister. However, as time passes, Roxanne has grown complacent, safe from a life of punishment and hard labor, and she has begun to fall back into her habits of sarcasm and cheeky humor, which can prove to be problematic for her brother. If it’s seen that he can’t keep a handle on her, to make sure she knows her place as a slave, she’ll be punished, or worse, taken away from him.
Summer Smythe || Age: 23 || Sexuality: Bisexual || Taken || Upper Class
Preferred ships: Chemistry
Bio: Summer grew up with everything, rich and entitled, the eldest of the Smythe siblings, standing strong beside her brother and sister throughout the plague and chaos that wracked the country. The death of her Mother hit Summer harder than her siblings, and being the eldest she made sure the burden fell heavier on her own shoulders than any of theirs. Her own Mother’s replacement with Sawyer’s when her Father re-married, haunted Summer, leaving her confused, troubled, broken, for longer than she’d ever admit. As they grew older, the Smythe family only grew stronger, ascending to their rightful place as a tower family, highly renowned with the government and notorious in the city for their wealth and power. Summer took all this in her stride, growing stronger for every bit that her Mother’s death had made her feel weak, pouring her frustrations into her pursuit of status. She takes pride in keeping the lower class firmly in their place – a tribute to where she believes Sawyer’s Mother ought to have stayed, leaving the memory of her own, untainted.
As they grew from children, Sebastian became her greatest ally, both of them being, ruthless, unforgiving and possessing that same innate drive for superiority. With only a few years between them, they preside over the city below together, each having their own conquests and special interests, but occasionally coming together to re-establish the Smythe family as one of the most elite of the elite. Their dislike for Sawyer also unites them, although Summer blames the girl herself less, and focuses more on her Father’s decision to remarry to begin with. She tolerates Sawyer to a greater extent than Sebastian, though she sees that having her around is her brother’s cross to bear, just as what her Father did is her own, and given the chance to remove her from the situation, she likes to think she wouldn’t hesitate. Summer stays firmly away from X, any liking she had for that kind of punishment was soured by her own previous sexual assault as a teenager, although she still buys slaves for sex and frequents the brothel on a regular basis.
Now twenty-three years old, Summer feels she is above most of the drama of Acirema, leaving the petty games to her younger siblings and seeking out much bigger trials for herself. She can be harsh and unforgiving, but the fair share of loss she has experienced in her own life keeps her human beneath it all. She has no regard for rules or boundaries, knowing full well the position of her family exempts her from the constraints of the average citizen. It takes a lot to get Summer truly riled, but if someone succeeds and she sets her sights on their downfall, she will stop at nothing until she has her way.
Tyler Macy || Age: 19 || Sexuality: Up to RPer || Taken || Lower class (owned slave)
Preferred ships: Any
Bio: Tyler as raised in Manhattan, an only child with wealthy parents. She lived her whole life comfortably, never having much need to want anything. Her parents were both lawyers who met at the sam firm, got married and were positive they were living perfectly before they budgeted in a perfect daughter. Even though they worked quite a lot, Tyler was the center of their universe. She can’t remember a time in her childhood where she was ever unhappy, her life littered with small gifts on the weekend, the best clothes, trips to Europe and Disney World and everything she could have ever imagined. Because of the cushion of her lifestyle, the plague and chaos were somewhat of a hard blow to her emotionally. At first, only 9 years old, Tyler was confused as to what was happening in the world, but she trusted and cared for her parents enough to assume it would be like all other problems: handled while wool was pulled comfortably over her eyes.
Tyler didn’t know that her father ever even had the plague. He got it and was cured as soon as Toxin 17 came out and the girl didn’t even flinch. It wasn’t that she was oblivious, just trusting. It was the same trust that allowed her to let her parents guide her through the chaos unharmed, and the same trust her father had when he allowed a lone walker to stay with them. That walker wound up killing both of Tyler’s parents while they slept, taking all of their food and supplies. Tyler was 16 by that point. She had been outside of the building they were staying in, simply sitting by herself in the night air and had no idea of what had become of her parents sleeping just inside. Her world was torn apart at the discovery. No longer was there the shelter and comfort she had always had. Everything was gone.
It was then that Tyler heard of Acirema. She ran there immediately, knowing it wasn’t all that far away. It would be something that could be somewhat like a home, now that hers was gone. Once again, her family’s genetic ability to be far too trusting, lead her to the same trap that all other orphans fell into at Acirema. Tyler became a slave, tossed into the gates and told to fend for herself, obey or be beaten, and accept her fate. At first she was angry, her semi spoiled attitude causing her to lash out at anyone that came around or tried to tell her what to do, but after a couple too many whippings she stopped, knowing that her parents had tried their whole life to keep her safe and she wouldn’t take that for granted by getting killed. Just a few months later, she was bought by Darren Coin. He liked that she seemed quieter because he didn’t want to be bothered with discipline. He already had a slave girl, and the other girl helped Tyler adjust to her new life. It wasn’t easy though. Darren makes both of his slaves work at the brothel full time. Selling her body to the customers there to give him the points. He give them food and a house and a shower, which is more to be said for those in the gates, but like the loss of her parents, Tyler quietly mourns the loss of her dignity. After living with Darren for almost 8 months now, she’s used to the lifestyle but definitely not happy in knowing this will be the life she lives until he has no more use for her.
Rayne Kennedy || Age: 20 || Sexuality: Bisexual || Taken || Lower Class (slave)
Preferred ships: Any
Bio: Rayne had a relatively normal upbringing until the plague hit. Her parents were normal people, her father a teacher, and her mother a homemaker. She had no siblings, but she had a dog, and pretty much everything she could ask for. When the plague began to spread, like every other family on the block, she and her family holed up in their house and tried to wait it out, even though they had no idea how long it would last. Miraculously, they somehow all made it through the first wave, but by then, any food and supplies they had by then were running low. Rayne’s parents made the decision that they would have to move, and so they packed up their car and began to drive, trying to find something, anything out in the world. For a year and a half, they lived like this, moving from place to place until Rayne’s mother fell ill from the plague. They stopped in an abandoned town, breaking in to one of the houses and watching her slowly waste away. Not long after, Rayne also got sick, and her father was at a loss of what to do. He had heard rumors of a cure, but he couldn’t fathom leaving his wife and only daughter. However, he had no choice, and he set off, in search of a cure that may or may not exist.
For almost a week, Rayne and her mother lay in bed, trying to hang on to that last bit of life, but by the time her father returned with two bottles of Toxin 17, his wife had already succumbed to the illness, and Rayne was on her last stretch. The toxin cured Rayne, and she slowly grew back to her health, but both she and her father were devastated by the loss of her mother. During the Chaos, she struggled to stay strong for her father, who was grappling with his own depression, despite how hard he tried to hide it from his daughter. Once more, they began to move around to different places, trying to survive. The plague had taken its toll on Rayne, her limbs stiff on cold days, and not as much stamina as a child her age should have. Most days, Rayne stayed in whatever building they’d stolen into, while her father went out in search of work. One day, he didn’t come home. Hours after he was supposed to return, she ventured out to look for him, and she found his body in the street, a bullet hole through his chest. The shopkeeper whose store stood across the street told her that he had tried to stop a mugger from attacking a woman and had received a bullet for his troubles.
The shopkeeper took her in, looking after her, even when he had nothing to spare. When the new government came to power, the shopkeeper attempted to claim Rayne as his child, but they looked nothing alike, and she was torn away from the man who saved her life and thrown into the Gates. She never heard from him again, and found out only months later that he had died of a heart attack. When she was 18, Rayne was bought by an upper-class family to be a personal servant and caretaker for the mother who was bedridden from the plague. It was simple, easy work, and the woman treated her well for the most part. She had a warm bed, two warm meals a day, and no hard labor. However, like everything else in her life, the good didn’t last. The mother died several weeks ago, the damage from the plague too much for her body, and her son took over as the head of the household. At 24, he was a grown man, and he’d always made creepy advances towards Rayne, though he never acted on them while his mother was still alive. It was only two weeks after her death that he stole into her room and attempted to rape her, but she had been ready, stashing a small knife to protect herself. When he attacked her, she buried the knife into his arm, to save herself. Embarrassed for getting bested by a girl, the man relinquished his claim on her, citing that he had no use for her now that his mother was dead. Rayne didn’t think getting out would be so easy, but she went back to the Gates without complaint, thankful to have escaped that house, even it meant her simple life came to an end. She didn’t know that her previous owner had reported her to the government, requesting that a punishment be administered for attacking him.
Reagan Berry || Age: 20 || Sexuality: Bisexual || Taken || Lower class (slave)
Preferred ships: Reagan/Chemistry
Bio: Reagan grew up with her Mom in a small town just outside of New York. Ever since she can remember it was just the two of them together, and when the plague settled, that didn’t change. Somehow they made it through, stealing food from abandoned stores, local houses and avoiding the illness that wrecked the nation - up until Reagan was nineteen years old. Three days after her birthday, her Mother fell sick, a week later she was dead, and for the first time, Reagan was totally alone. For a year, she got by, settling into the solitude that became her life after she buried her mother beside the ruins of the church, in what used to be their small town. A few weeks after her twentieth birthday, life changed dramatically again for Reagan, when out of nowhere LeRoy Berry appeared at the house he had left her mother in, the one that she was still living in, and told her he was her Father. From there, after some convincing from LeRoy the two of them started their journey back to Acirema, Reagan grew hopeful for the promise of this new and better life, for the sisters that she had never met, though something inside her was haunted more and more every step she took away from the place she had laid her mother, her confidant, her best friend, in the ground.
Three days away from their destination, disaster struck, lone survivors attacked the two travellers, bandits looking for food and information, and LeRoy gave his life so that Reagan could escape and go back to Acirema to be with her sisters – his final gift to the daughter her never knew. Lost and alone, Reagan hid out for a while longer, going back as soon a she dared to lay to rest the other parent she hadn’t even known she had for so long. Finally found she Acirema, completely bewildered when she was stripped of what little possessions she had and thrown into the gates. LeRoy had told her of their upper class life, their apartment, her sisters, yet the big steel fence and the starving dirty children were a far cry from any of that. Terrified and confused, haunted by the death of both her Mother and Father, Reagan sets out into this strange new world, hoping to find her sisters, and everything she lost – a home, a family, a life.
Katie Lewis || Age: 18 || Sexuality: Up to RPer || Taken || Lower class (slave)
Preferred ships: Any
Bio: Katie was what any person would consider a golden child. She was born in a small town, daughter of the football hero and his home coming queen girlfriend. They were high school sweethearts, stayed in the town they were raised in and had Katie who was doted on and worshipped by every old woman her North Carolina home town had ever considered a resident. At only eight years old, she was already a heartbreaker. Long, golden curls framed her face and wide blue eyes that stared innocently at anyone who spoke to her. They used to whisper about how she’d be just like her mother, winning over all the boys but choosing only one, the cheerleader heartbreaker with a head fit for a tiara. But then those same innocent blue eyes watched her mother fall ill. The plague hit young Katie’s home town as it did everyone else’s. Her father stayed by her mother’s bed side every night. They had always been desperately in love and fiercely loyal. Katie would watch them from the doorway, afraid to come too close. Their eyes were always feared with tears, hands clutched together. Soon after, her mother’s hand fell from her father’s and Katie knew that was it. Even at 8 years old, she knew that would be the last day their golden life was ever the same.
Rather than doing what most parents did, and trying to build what was left of his life, and hold on to the piece of his wife he had, Katie’s father lost it. He spent a couple weeks tearing through the house, drunkenly sobbing over all photographs, clutching his letterman jacket she wore in high school. On the fifteenth day he took his own life. Once again, Katie was watching from the doorway. WIth her mother gone, he never really noticed what she did. After her father’s death she was whisked away by an elderly neighbor. Mrs. Lewis. She was a widow and she looked out for Katie until the chaos hit. She was too weak to travel when people said run, and instead locked herself and Katie in the basement, reading her books. Katie’s favorites were the Chronicles of Narnia, and at a young age, she convinced herself that Mrs. Lewis wrote them just for her.
The Chaos took over, the world fell apart, and the small peace Katie found with Mrs. Lewis was torn away when a rioter burned the old woman’s house down. Katie ran and ran and ran as long as her tiny legs would carry her. Some where far away from home, she bumped into another girl named Harper. Harper didn’t seem to know much, either that or she didn’t talk. Katie decided to take Harper with her. She introduced herself as Katie Lewis and at night, told Harper all the stories Mrs. Lewis used to tell her. The two became inseparable. They travelled together through the chaos, two little girls playing out the adventures from their stories until the reality of the world caught up with them. Acirema sounded like it could be magic, but the girls quickly learned that all that glitters is definitely not gold. Now, Katie is a slave. She’s bold when she needs to be, a survivor with her father’s restlessness and her mother’s heart. She’ll do anything to protect the girl she considers her sister, but doesn’t go looking for trouble if she doesn’t have to.
Erin Flanagan || Age: 18 || Sexuality: Bisexual || Taken || Lower class (slave)
Preferred ships: Erin/chemistry
Bio: rin grew up in a small family consisting of her brother Rory, and her parents. She was more of the quiet and unspoken child compared to the two, but as a whole, the family was happy and got along with each other well. While growing up in the Flanagan household, Erin found fascination in nature and writing, and spent most of her days outside and exploring, while writing her discoveries down in a journal. She always dreamed of having a big adventure as a small child where everything would change in the world, and when the plague struck- that was exactly what happened. It was hard to stay strong as a small child during this dreaded time, and Erin clung to her family as much as she could hoping that they would all survive, but both Rory and Erin lost their parents in the struggle to survive through the dark times.After the loss of their parents, Rory and Erin worked as hard as they could to get by, but without anyone supporting them, it became difficult, and nothing prepared them for the life they were thrown into- Slavery. Erin tried to keep a positive outlook that things would get better, and one day they would be free, but as time went on she lost that hope- what they had now was the best it was going to get.
Bio written by player.
Emily Chang || Age: 21 || Sexuality: lesbian | Taken || Upper class
Preferred ships: Emily/chemistry
Bio: Emily didn’t remember her Father. As a child she spent hours, days, whole weeks searching, searching inside herself, through the old suitcases of faded photographs, trying to find a trace of him there, one small thing to hold onto – something she was always denied. She had been just two years old when her Mother left the man she could never recall for the exponentially richer, more powerful Mr Chang. Emily grew up in relative comfort, inside the family, yet somehow always on the outskirts, always conscious that she only half belonged there, that a half of herself would always be misshapen, unknown.
The settling of the plague didn’t change life so much for Emily. She watched Mr Chang grow more powerful, her Mother and herself dragged up by default, along with her half brother, Mike. From their cushy upper class apartment, she watched through increasingly jaded eyes as the rich got richer and the poor got poorer, she saw the plight, the suffering of everyone below, she watched them erect the gates, watched children her age be locked away, forced to work until they bled; she watched it all until she couldn’t bare to look anymore.
Time made her bolder, and Emily learned to disconnect herself the suffering of others around her, she learned to act stronger for every bit she was weak, to push herself into the things that scared her most, learning to walk a fine line between pleasing her Mother and Mr Chang, and upholding her own morality. She doesn’t actively seek trouble, but if pressed she’s quickly abrasive, defensive, yet she avoids conflict and given the chance to close her eyes and walk away she will take it – nothing so far in her life has seemed worth a fight. Looking from the outside in, Emily has it all – the attentive parents, the hard working brother, the perfect life, yet away from prying eyes, she also has a dark secret, one that she will do anything to protect.