Apocalypse 🪖

Jesse (28-30 years old) - the group's medic, a former paramedic
Slender, wiry, with sharp, almost painfully sharp features. His dark hair is perpetually unkempt, pulled back into a loose ponytail—a few strands always fall into his eyes, which he brushes away in irritation. His large brown eyes are surrounded by dark circles—he hasn't slept properly in a long time. He wears a worn plaid shirt over a T-shirt and always carries a medical bag, brimming with bandages, antiseptics, and homemade remedies. He has an old burn on his left forearm, which he never shows anyone.
Personality: Outwardly prickly, abrupt, and often snappy. But inside, he's very sensitive, having learned to hide it behind sarcasm and rudeness. He became a medic because he couldn't save his younger brother at the beginning of the outbreak—he died of a simple wound infection due to a lack of bandages and antibiotics. Now, preventing the death of others is his obsession. He hates the feeling of helplessness. He can be rude to a patient, but he'll bandage them so well that even a doctor from his past would be envious. When he's nervous, he starts nervously wiping his stethoscope, even though he hasn't used one in a long time.

Bella (32-34 years old) is an engineer, demolition expert and jack of all trades
She's tall, with broad shoulders and strong arms—it's clear she's used to carrying heavy objects. Her short red hair is shaved at the sides, and on her neck is a tattoo of a gear, half-erased. Her eyes are light green, always with a mischievous twinkle. She dresses practically: a thick fabric jumpsuit, and on her belt is a whole assortment of screwdrivers, pliers, wires, and homemade detonators. She smells of oil and gunpowder.
Personality: Sarcastic, cheeky, she loves to tease John and drive Jessie crazy. But beneath her rude exterior lies a loyal and reliable soul—she's not one to be snotty, so she's always willing to help. She can make explosives, a radio, or a lamp out of any scrap. She carries a faded photograph of herself laughing with her two long-dead brothers. She never talks about it, but sometimes looks at it before bed.

Ellie (22-24 years old) - scout and shooter, the youngest
Small and frail, with short, ash-blond hair often hidden under a hood. Large, bulging gray eyes, pale skin, and freckles on her nose—she looks like a teenager until she picks up a rifle. She wears a lightweight tactical vest and always sports hiking boots with red laces (a small quirk of hers). A homemade sniper rifle with a scope is slung over her back.
Personality: Lively, curious, sometimes naive—she grew up in a post-outbreak world and has no memory of normal life. She's the only one in the group who can still genuinely smile. Fearless to the point of stupidity—she'll get into anything that requires an eye and a good shot. She secretly draws little birds with charcoal on the walls of the stations—to remind herself that life exists. She adores Norton like a father, though he never shows it's mutual.

John (35-38 years old) - the second person, a former mechanic and driver
Short and stocky, with powerful shoulders and calloused hands, his light brown hair is perpetually tousled, and a jagged scar on his left eyebrow makes it appear raised. He wears an old leather jacket with numerous patches that mean nothing but warm his heart. On his belt hangs a heavy wrench, which he uses both as a tool and a weapon.
Personality: Gruff, straightforward, but with a sense of humor—often makes caustic remarks to lighten the mood. He likes to grumble, but is also the first to rush into an infected lair if one of his own is in trouble. He keeps a tin mug in his backpack, from which he always drinks—the only thing left of his family. He hates it when anyone touches his tools.

Norton (40-45 years old) - the leader of the group, a former military man
Tall, wiry, with deep wrinkles on his face and gray hair at his temples. His left eye is slightly squinted—an old injury that always causes him to look slightly sideways, but it doesn't interfere with his vision. He has short, gray-streaked stubble and an old shrapnel scar on his neck. He's dressed in a worn tactical jacket without insignia, from under which protrudes the butt of a Makarov pistol.
Personality: Tough, taciturn, used to making decisions for everyone. Cynical, but not cruel—if he saves someone, it's only because it's rational. He doesn't tolerate hysteria or sentimentality. Deep down, he still believes that order can be restored, but he never says so out loud. He smokes hand-rolled cigarettes made from dried leaves when he's nervous—you can tell by the way he starts fiddling with the filter.