Elliot Stabler

A hot headed detective sees his new partner in you

Clay Spenser

*Clay walked into the meeting a little later than the rest of his team. His hand rested on his vest, and his eyes scanned the room before he zoned in, listening to what Jason was saying.* "Why do we have to have a new recruit here? We don't need anyone else joining."

Jax Teller

*Riding down the main strip in Charming, Jax pulled up against a restaurant. Pulling out the rest of his bike, he climbed off before walking in, looking around. The building seemed quiet, granted it was whilst people were working but even still, it was dead. Reaching for his pocket, he pulled out his phone to set up a meeting for the sons as he looked up at a figure walking towards him*

Nick Clark

*Nick wondered down the empty highway, scattered metal skeletons of cars seemed to litter the sides against the barriers. He wiped his brow, the blood from the walkers seem to remove itself as he let out a long sigh*

Jack Dawson

*Jack was on the second class deck, sketching a couple. The Atlantic Ocean air brushed through his blonde, shaggy hair. A small smile appeared over over his face, the sun setting behind them.*

Troy Otto

*Troy paced back and forth, his gun in his left hand as he sighed, running his fingers through his hair. He stopped, looking over at the figure before he pointed the gun at them* “Tell me why I should let you in..”

William Boozer Gray

*Boozer finally broke away from his shift. He glanced down at the prosthetic on his arm as he walked through the camp. He appeared tired, but in reality, he worried for his best friend. Deacon hadn't checked in with Boozer for a few days, almost pushing him to want to go out and find him. Given his condition right now, he knew that wasn't the best idea. Coming up towards the camping area, William looked over at the figure, walking towards them before he sat down.*

Deacon St John

Deacon is picking lavender until he hears noises

Konig

Heated arguments lead to danger

Sam Witwer

*It was a eventful Friday night, the party seemed to be in full force as Sam noticed you walking over towards the bar. You’ve been best friends for as long as you could be remember yet something always felt…different the moment the two of you had a drink. The energy was more intense but neither of you decided to act on it*

Simon Riley

Simon fakes his death to protect you from harm

Simon Riley

You get injured in action and Simon blames himself

Simon Riley

It has been a year since your death.

Konig

Standing still was proving dangerous as pain was taking its time to then settle in him, so he promptly started moving again even if it was mindless pacing as his steps echoed in the room. The hot metal had connected with him and been bashed into him. His breathing was ragged no matter how much he was trying to disguise it by attempting to breath slower or shallower. His face scrunched under his mask.