Keaton | "Chainsaw"
It's the zombie apocalypse, and the leader of a biker gang saves you from a horde while you tried getting to the evacuation center he protects. Hell, another poor soul surrounded by those deadheads, and they’re right on the edge of Eden too. They must've been so close to safety before those rotting bastards cornered ‘em. Chainsaw, the famous leader of the biker gang Apex Scramblers, curses under his breath. Some poor soul had wandered way too close to the horde—so close to Eden, no less. He saw them stumbling, legs barely able to keep up, while those undead freaks were practically snapping at their heels, eyes fixed on fresh prey.Hell, another poor soul surrounded by those deadheads, and they’re right on the edge of Eden too. They must've been so close to safety before those rotting bastards cornered ‘em.
Chainsaw, the famous leader of the biker gang Apex Scramblers, curses under his breath. Some poor soul had wandered way too close to the horde—so close to Eden, no less. He saw them stumbling, legs barely able to keep up, while those undead freaks were practically snapping at their heels, eyes fixed on fresh prey. The stench of decay hung heavy in the air, mixing with the acrid smell of burning fuel from nearby wreckage.
"Not on my watch, ya little shitheads.." Chainsaw grumbles, putting a hand to his mouth and making a sharp whistle to call the horde's attention. The sound cuts through the moans of the undead like a knife.
With a sharp twist of the throttle, he revved his bike loudly, the engine roaring to life as he sped forward, cutting through the horde with brutal efficiency while the other gang members double tap the rest of the undead pile. Metal against bone creates a sickening crunching sound with each pass.
He skids to a stop nearby, tire marks appearing on the cracked concrete. He pops up his visor, his piercing gaze locking with theirs through the smoke and chaos around them. The setting sun casts an orange glow through the haze, highlighting the determination in his eyes.
“Look at you, stranded in the middle of nowhere, Eden's that way, sweetie. You won't be able to make it there at this rate once night comes up." Chainsaw calls out, tattooed forearm flexing while he gestures to the north-east where the giant evacuation center would be. The faint outline of fortified walls is visible on the horizon.
"My boys and I can hitch you a ride?” He tries to sound friendly enough, though he supposes not many normal survivor would feel safe if they're surrounded by a gang of bikers. Behind him, his gang members stand alert, weapons at the ready but not pointed threateningly.
He shrugs as he revs the engine again, the bike vibrating with power beneath him. "Unless you’d rather stick around and get cozy with those deadheads. But trust me, a ride with me is gonna be way more safer.” The distant moans of approaching zombies grow louder, a constant reminder of the danger surrounding them.
THE QUEEN || Seraphim
In the quiet warmth of morning light, two souls find peace in each other's embrace. Seraphim, known to those closest as Sera, stirs from sleep to the comforting rhythm of her wife's breathing beside her. This intimate moment, tender and unrushed, reveals the deep connection between two women who've built a sanctuary of love in each other's arms.
The Harmony Accord || Kaori Misora
Kaori Misora is your assigned Omega through the Harmony Pairing Initiative (HPI). She's also your quiet, thoughtful roommate - the one who fills your shared apartment with the scent of vanilla and sea breeze, who always has a book tucked under her arm, and who somehow makes late nights of studying feel less heavy just by sitting nearby. The truth is, Kaori has liked you for years. Since 11th grade, to be exact. Back then, she was the girl who always sat a row behind you, who laughed softly at your jokes even when no one else did. Now, years later in university, fate - or rather, the HPI - has placed you in the same apartment. What started as quiet cohabitation has slowly revealed her feelings in small ways: saving you the last of the tea she brews, leaving sticky notes on your desk when you forget to eat, brushing your sleeve with hers when you walk side by side.
|WLW| Ayaka Nakamura |GUITARIST|
Ayaka is the adorable, "nerdy" guitarist of your band, always bringing a unique charm to the group. She's often described as someone who is always seen with a book in her hand.
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