t8z | Zachary Fisher

Holy crap I swear I've spent almost ten hours on this thing. Isn't his pose the most creative ever

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General

Name: Zachary Fisher
Nickname(s): Zac
Gender: Male
Age: 25

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Physical Appearance

Eyes: Icy blue
Pelt: White with black patches
Fur Length/Texture: Medium length, soft but scruffy texture
Nose/Paws: Charcoal
Tail: Longhaired, fluffy and tousled
Build: Slight
Height/Weight: 5’6”/130 lbs
Scars/Markings: Claw-marks on both shoulder blades

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Sexuality

Orientation: Unsure
Status: Single
Preferences: He appreciates confidence and intelligence in a cat. He wants someone he wouldn’t constantly have to worry about, yet he inexplicably finds himself drawn to helpless pretty faces. The main thing he notices is a cat’s looks—he values physical appearance very highly. He doesn’t have any specific visual preference, just so long as they’re aesthetically pleasing.
Extra: He’s very confused about his sexuality. He wants desperately to be straight and “normal,” but he occasionally experiences attraction to males that he buries and ignores. The issue of his sexuality is a huge object of stress for him.

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Misc. Info

Starter Weapons:
Lacrosse Stick
Kitchen Knife

Practical Talents:
Running (he is very fast over long distances)
Fortifying (he’s good at thinking of ingenious ways to protect a stronghold)
Grooming (animal hygiene, and possibly even styling other cats’ hair—his parents ran a pet salon)

Main Tasks:
Small Chores
Supply Runs
Farming/Livestock

Residence: Hotel

Utility: mod2amaryllis.deviantart.com/a…

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Personality

Positive = [Resourceful] [Compliant] [Soft At Heart] [Discreet]

Resourceful
He’s good at finding a use for everything. He likes tinkering with various objects to make weapons—for example, he’ll often convert any firearms he possesses as makeshift bayonets. He is also good at foraging and determining what food is safe to eat. His sharp sense of smell can sometimes detect sickness or rot, so he can avoid areas where disease might be festering.

Compliant
He’s not rebellious or ambitious. He has no trouble doing what his superiors command. No matter how degrading or difficult a task is, he’ll perform without public complaint. However, this does not mean he doesn’t bear any resentment for doing unpleasant tasks, but he will keep his unhappiness to himself until the chore is done.

Soft At Heart
He seems very off-putting at first glance, but deep down, he is very kind and emotional. He has a particular soft spot for women, especially mother figures. He will go against his better judgment to protect or please a girl in need. This doesn’t translate into him being flirtatious. He never approaches women with the intention of wooing them—he truly does just want the woman’s situation to be improved. There is no ulterior motive.

Discreet
If Zac doesn’t want to be seen, he won’t be. He’s very stealthy and withdrawn. He tends to keep to himself and only emerge from solitude when it’s necessary. He doesn’t seek out thrill, company, or reward. This makes him quite adept at surviving, as he will simply stay out of sight and stay safe.

Neutral = [Blunt] [Shy]

Blunt
When he does speak, Zac is frank and honest. He does not hold punches with his words. He doesn’t speak this way maliciously—he simply doesn’t have the social tact to be polite. He is also blunt with his actions. For example, if he was ordered to slaughter a hen for dinner, he’d just shrug and chop the thing’s head off right there. There is no ceremony with him, he simply does what needs to be done.

Shy
He did not have many friends growing up, and still doesn’t know how to make them. He has very little talent with social interactions. He will never approach someone to start a conversation. Even when he does speak with someone, he remains guarded and will always have trouble opening up.

Negative = [Distant] [Surly] [Cowardly]

Distant
After the deaths of his parents, he has resolved to remove emotional attachments from his life. He’s realized that this makes things easier and safer. Being alone, it’s easier to look out for yourself and do everything necessary to ensure your own survival. This made his transition into the Anonymity lifestyle very difficult. He is still getting used to the idea of relying on others and having other rely on him.

Surly
He can seem very grumpy when you first meet him. He doesn’t talk much and always seems to have a scowl on his face. He can often be found skulking around, looking pessimistic. Deep down, he suffers from a lot of emotional trauma, and the reaction often surfaces as smoldering anger. He’s quick to snap and slow to apologize. He won’t admit it, but he harbors a lot of self-pity that prevents him from having empathy for others.

Cowardly
Zac will always run from a battle if given a chance. The lives of his companions will be unimportant when compared to his own safety. He will never be the hero, and oftentimes he won’t even begin a fight—he’ll run before the action can start. He is also an emotional coward. He won’t ever tackle things that confuse him such as sexuality or the possibility of depression. He also won’t confront someone else if he thinks they may have a problem with him. He’ll let it sit and fester until the issue eventually gets buried.

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Likes/Dislikes

Likes:

Indie/folk music
Lacrosse
Animals
Horror movies
Tight spaces
Shoujo Manga

Dislikes:

Heights
Discussing sexuality
Bugs
Driving

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History

Childhood
“This part isn’t all too exciting, really. I was born in a hospital, same as everyone back in those days, and my parents were just about the most normal, boring pair of cats you could meet. As a toddler, we lived at a dinky little farm we inherited from my mom’s father, but I don’t remember those years much. My first memory is when we moved to Saint George, Utah. I don’t even remember where we were before, I just know that the drive was long. But right away when I got out of the car, the red rocks and the dry heat made me feel right at home. That’s where I mark the beginning of my childhood.

“It was a touristy town with a lot of things to do, but my parents didn’t want anything to do with that stuff. They were focused on the business they were opening: “Claws and Paws by Klaus.” That’s my dad. Klaus. A happy-go-lucky kind of guy who always wanted a pet salon named after him. Business was never that great, but I had the time of my life helping my parents out with all the little animals that came and went. They taught me at a young age how to groom and care for pets, and for a homeschooled kid without any friends, spending time with our “clients” was just as good as hanging out with other cats.

“My mom was a lot younger than my dad. Her name was Emily. She looked a lot like me, black and white and small, with curly hair that always bounced when she laughed. I guess you could’ve called me a momma’s boy. She was my teacher, my boss, and—as sad as it sounds—my best friend. It was the worst day of my life when I found out she was sick, even worse than when the world’s @#!*% hit the fan. My dad couldn’t even bring himself to work. We got on welfare, and all of the money went toward my mom’s medical bills. There were days when I didn’t get anything to eat—I’d have to sneak off to my neighbors’ houses to try and get a meal. I started to hate my house, even hate my mom a little. It always smelled horrible in her room, and the cancer made her gaunt and bald and unfamiliar. I stopped talking to her. I regret it now, of course, but I was just a little kid. I was scared.

“We had her cremated, and my dad and I hiked alone to the top of a mountain at one of the national forests down there. Was it Zion…? Bryce? I think it was Zion. The climb was way too hard for an eleven year old—my dad had to carry me on his back a lot of the way. I kept complaining about the height and how it was making me dizzy. I don’t think I quite understood what we were doing, I just knew I didn’t want to be on that mountain. He scattered her ashes off the top. My mom was something of a hippie; she always said she wanted “to go back to the earth” eventually. I remember thinking that watching her greasy ashes blow away on the breeze was one of the most disgusting things I ever witnessed. Sometimes I wish I could go back and punch little me in the face.

“My dad tried to keep the business for a few months after, but eventually he decided we couldn’t stay. He left all our furniture and only took our pictures and clothes and stuff. We drove for an even longer time than when we were first going to Saint George. That drive was @#!*% for me. It got colder and colder the further east we went, and I was carsick the entire way. Ever since then, I hate driving. I walk whenever I can.”

Zac and his family run a pet salon in Saint George, Utah
Zac’s mother passes away when he is eleven years old
Zac and his father move to Maine

Adolescent
“Once we got to Maine, my dad enrolled me in school and took up some kind of paper pushing job. He couldn’t teach like Mom could. It was a huge shock for me to suddenly be in an environment with so many other cats my age. For the longest time, I had no idea how to act or talk to them, so I just kept to myself. Junior high was hard, but it wasn’t like anyone bullied me. They let me do my thing and I carried on in peace, getting decent grades and keeping out of trouble.

“Highschool was a little different. I went into a school that combined with a lot of other middle schools, so there was suddenly a whole new mix of cats for me to get to know. I found others like me, who liked animals and manga and running. I met some teachers who actually tried to connect with their students, including the lacrosse coach. He would pull me aside every now and then in P.E. to ask if I ever considered sports—he said I was fast and had some good potential. He invited me to a couple practices, and I discovered how much I liked working on a team, running and strategizing as one unit. It got my mind off of how much I missed my mom, Saint George, and the salon. I started to feel like a normal teenager.”

Zac doesn’t make friends until high school, where he starts playing for the lacrosse team

Young-Adulthood
“I remember when stuff really started to get scary. I was sixteen, off for summer vacation and working as a lifeguard. For the past couple days, my dad had been hearing about weird happenings down south, but we didn’t think much of it. I was sitting on my guard perch at this outdoor pool. The chair was high enough that I could see over the wall and into the nearby park. It was a slow day, with just a few families splashing around in the shallows. I wasn’t really paying attention—my shift was about to end and the co-worker who would take over was running late. My eyes were lazily watching the hospital that stood right across the small park.

“I swear I heard them first. Faint growls and screams ringing out from the hospital’s direction. I remember the nervousness striking me right away—the air just felt tense and dangerous all of a sudden. After a few minutes, the pool-goers seemed to hear the same thing. They stopped playing and got out of the pool, looking over the wall in confused worry. Fear stabbed through me when bodies suddenly started streaming through the front doors of the hospital, all chaotic and moving in every direction. Was it a riot? Louder cries reached my ears as a few of the hospital escapees started running in the direction of the pool. I could only sit and watch in curious terror as I started to make out strange features—it looked like strange, bald boils covered patches of their bodies, and their eyes glowed an electric blue.

“The swimmers started to murmur and panic as they heard the weird cats’ guttural growls come closer. They got out of the pool and ran for the exit, but the gang of blue-eyed cats was insanely fast. They crawled over the gate, glaring at the families and the water in a way I can only describe as…hungry.

“The carnage was unimaginable. It happened so fast, there was no way for me to process it. The blue-eyed cats were ripping into the kids and their parents like they were lunch meat. There was blood everywhere, running into the pool, turning it red…they didn’t seem to notice me at first. I was just watching from my tower, frozen in fear. Once they got bored with their meal they starting flinging themselves into the water. They couldn’t swim, but they all were trying to get in the pool.

“I snapped out of my horrified trance and realized that one had started making its way toward my chair. I was just above the wall, and the other side was just a ten foot drop. The son of a @#!*% started attacking the base of my tower just as I jumped down onto the wall, and one almost grabbed my ankle as I tumbled over into the park. After that, I didn’t even think, I just ran. Ran and ran and ran, as fast as I could go. I never got tired, I never stopped to catch my breath. I kept going until I reached my house, where my dad was already waiting in the car. He asked if I was being chased. I didn’t know. We didn’t grab anything from the house, just started driving. All I had in the car was my lacrosse stick.

“We drove for hours. Every town we passed through seemed to be filled with the blue-eyed things, all of them just feeding and drowning themselves. My dad and I didn’t say a word to each other. I think we were both in shock at that point. It was like we had been thrust into a nightmare—it felt like it would just end at any moment, and everything would go back to normal. Of course, it didn’t. We kept traveling for about two days until we got into Ohio. There were a few others like us, families and travelers who were running from their homes. None of us knew where we were going. The radio stations and phone services were already dead, we had nothing to tell us what to do.

“Us travelers built up a sort of camp together, forming a caravan. We took lookout shifts and shared resources. It was weirdly nice to see the way everyone stepped up to help each other, like all the horror had made us realize that all the uninfected needed to band together. It was us against them.

“The caravan stuck together even when all of our cars ran out of gas. We stuck to the roads and kept away from the cities. The farther away from civilization we went, the fewer blue-eyes we saw. For a few weeks, we set up camp deep in the woods, hunting and foraging as well as we could. One day, one of the kids found a fresh stream—it seemed like a godsend, seeing as we were all suffering from dehydration. We all drank our fill, but I remember my dad insisting that he and I boil our share first. I was annoyed with him for making me wait, and almost drank some of the cold water anyway, but Dad must have already suspected that something was wrong.

“The first day after finding the stream, everything seemed fine. Life carried on as normal. Then my dad and I noticed a change in our companions. The blue started to shine in their eyes. Cats were twitching and seizing and they wouldn’t stop drinking. They kept asking for more water, some of them just stayed by the stream and poured mug after mug into their mouths. Dad and I knew what exactly what was happening. Among the tents we’d all set up, we skulked around snatching all the food we could find, trying to stay out of our companions’ notice.

“As we were finally sneaking away, one of the girls must have progressed faster than the others, because she started chasing us. When she got going, the others were riled up and followed her like a herd of sheep, all coughing and panting like they were completely parched. Dad and I ran as fast as we could away from the new blue-eyes, dropping everything but my lacrosse stick. Whenever one of the @#!*% got too close, I beat them off mid-sprint as best I could.

“We started running through the stream, realizing that water seemed to slow them down a bit. We moved further and further up, eventually finding the blue-eyed corpse that had started the epidemic. It was bleeding into the water, all bloated and stinking. We ran right past it, seeing where the stream was widening through the trees. Hope spread through me as I realized we’d found another road, with a cluster of abandoned cars. We quickly searched for one with some gas left in the tank, but the blue-eyes were chasing close behind. Just as they were breaking through the tree-line, I found an engine that’d start. I called for Dad—he was much closer to the horde than I was. I screamed for him, opening my door to jump out and help him to the car…when he fell. He fell to the pavement with the blue-eyes chomping at his heals. He reached out for me, begged me to retrieve him. I don’t know what came over me, but…I just stared at him. I didn’t get out of the car. All my mind could think about was the flesh-eating crowd of cats that would surely get us both if I tried to help.

“I drove away. I left my father to die. I didn’t cry or feel guilty at the time. I didn’t feel anything. I just drove.

“I found a little cabin to hole up in for a while. It had a big stock of canned food and bottled water in the basement. I put all of my energy into fortifying the place. I put boards over all the windows and barricaded the door—no one could get in or out. I stayed in there for months, surviving without any real purpose. There were plenty of books to keep me occupied.

“One day, for the first time, I heard a knock at the door. In the past there had been a few blue-eyes trying to get in, but this was different. It was an urgent, deliberate knock. Against my better judgment, I pulled some boards aside to get a look. An older tom was waiting outside. He looked surprised to see me. After talking through the window for a bit, I finally relented and let him inside. He shared some news—things had only gotten worse. There were more infected than not, and pretty much ever refuge had fallen prey to the epidemic. But then he shared rumors of one community that had not only survived, but thrived in the apocalypse. A hotel on an island in Ohio. He told me how lucky I was that I’d wound up so close.

“He stayed the night, and the next morning, he tried to convince me to accompany him. I hesitated at first, but the solitary half-life I’d built was slowly driving me insane. I knew I’d rather risk death by going back outside than stay on my own.”

The infection hits Zac’s town
Zac and his father run away from the infected
The two join a small group of travelers who are also running from danger
The group they’re traveling with drink from a contaminated stream
Zac escapes the infected horde, but his father falls behind and perishes
Zac finds refuge in an abandoned cottage where he survives for several months
Another survivor finds Zac and brings him to Anonymity

Adulthood
“It’s been over eight years since I first found Anonymity. The life here isn’t easy, nor is it safe, but it works. We’re kept alive and sane, for the most part. The worst thing that’s happened was an accident on a supply run. My first run.

“We went back to the cabin I’d stayed in for so long. I knew there was still some food left, along with a few comforts that would really come in use at the hotel. We got there and it didn’t seem like any Crawlers had taken residence. I was put on backup as the team searched throughout the house. I was left alone upstairs for just a moment, when a Crawler jumped out from the shadows behind me and clung to my back. The other scavengers were immediately there to help, but the creature had left enormous gashes where it grabbed me. I was kept in the clinic for the next few weeks to make sure none of the parasite spread out from the wounds.

“Otherwise, it’s been uneventful. Well…as uneventful as the zombie apocalypse can be. The horrors are real and dangerous, but I guess life finds a way. Still, I sometimes wonder just how long this precarious sense of “safety” can last…”

Zac’s first supply run leaves his shoulders scarred

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Relationships

Family
Neutral
Acquaintance
Friend
Close Friend
Crush
Love (romantic)
Love (platonic)
Respect
Fear
Dislike
Hatred

Family:

Klaus Fisher (FATHER) | |
“He was a great father and role model. I’m always going to be haunted by his cries for help…why did I drive away?”

Emily Fisher (MOTHER) |
“I loved her more than anyone, but I completely closed off when she got sick. I’ll always feel guilty that I wasn’t there for her in her last days.”

Outside Family:

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RP Sample:

From #The-Dawn-Eclipse
Shadowstar leaped gracefully to the top of the Highboulder as her warriors gathered beneath her, quiet murmurs sounding through the crowd like a ripple. She stood firm, head high and paws planted. For a moment, she gazed down at them in pride, eyes falling on each member of Shadowclan as she stood waiting for their chatter to die away. With a soft purr of welcome, she began, "Fellow warriors, new leaf has reached its end, and we begin our second green leaf as a unified Clan." She paused as a few triumphant yowls rang out, the fangs of her warriors flashing in the moonlight. "We have survived the Great Battle, we have fought back terrible disease, and we have emerged from the Great White unscathed. We have proven our strength and resilience, and we've given our enemies reason to fear us."

More howling broke out, and not a single warrior was off their feet as their faces turned toward their leader. Shadowstar couldn't stop the small smile that spread across her muzzle. She had come to love and respect her Clan as strongly as if they were her family. Their strength filled her with joy, and she allowed herself one loud cry of victory before swishing her tail to quiet her Clanmates.

"We no longer have any reason to fear this forest, or its inhabitants," Shadowstar called, taking a small step forward. She turned her head to the sky and hissed, "StarClan has carried us out of countless hardships, and under their silver light, we will surely prosper." She closed her eyes briefly, drinking in the cool scents of the night. Slowly, she turned back down to her warriors, her copper gaze narrowed. "I know that we will not fall. Not to disaster, not to our enemies, not to anything. We are ShadowClan, the strongest Clan in all the forest!" The night was filled with the voices of the queens, the warriors, the elders, the apprentices. No cat was unheard, and as their cries washed over Shadowstar, she could swear that the voices of StarClan rang out with them.

Playlist Sample:

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