The Downfall

[Rayleonarde]

((B-But...that'd hurt! Anywho, I'll get to making a sheet. Sorry for any inconvenience.))

[Farewell]

((Don't worry It's perfectly fine))

[Rayleonarde]

Name: Rayleonarde "Ray" Blackburn


Age: 19


Sex: Male


Species: Raccoon (lab created).


Anthro/ feral: Anthro


Height: 6' 2''


Weight: 170


Appearance: Thin, sickly looking.


Attire: Dirty cloth wraps primarily for enduring sandstorms. A small rucksack with a simple silver bell on a pole carries all that Ray needs


Weapons: Cobbled together Lee-Enfield, Kukri knife.


Personality: Nervous, easily panicked. Can be very clingy, if someone shows him kindness. If he is attacked, Ray is more prone to running than fighting. Ray is also more inclined to submit than fight back.

[Farewell]

Zaida huffed seeing the weak buildings had collapsed from the sand storm, sighing she thought before walking north her breathing calm under her gas mask and her tail swaying up and down lightly.

[Chains]

I had my shirt over my snout trying to keep any crap from getting in my lungs.
"So, any particular place we are going?" I ask

[Farewell]

"Nope, just somewhere safe to be... If we can find one if not then we continued to travel and just cross are fingers that there will be hope in the future..." She says soothingly showing she was not worried about it but deep down grew sick just mentioning it

[Chains]

"Oh, I see." I say a little worried.

[Farewell]

Zaida held the 1M11 as she walked her tail sometimes brushing on objects they past by before she stopped looking at some buildings... "Hmm" but also grew cautious that there can be other living lathing so around.

[Chains]

"I...  I can't help but be scared." I said looking around.

[Rayleonarde]

A rather quiet jingling carried through the decrepit and destroyed buildings, as Ray moved through the destruction, keeping his wits about him. He had his Lee-Enfield rifle clutched against his chest, tape holding most of the firearm together.

[Farewell]

Zaida. "Even before this the world was a scary place I don't blame you" she said kicking rumble of her path.

[Chains]

"I'm just not the scared type." I say "I'm supposed to be a trained bounty hunter that isn't scared of anything." My tail swaying back and forth.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray stepped on top of a pile of rubble, and spotted two furs speaking to each other. He hid up against a burned out car, and watched, the silver bell atop his pack glinting in the sun, almost like a sniper scope.

[Farewell]

"Everyone is scared of something now please be quiet in trying to concentrate and your fox yapping isn't helping." She says soothingly and quietly while her ears twitched and she pulled a machete out. "Shh.."

[The Past]

Name: Geoffrey

Species: Cinnamon Black Bear

Age: 21

Feral, anthro: Anthro

Sex: Male

Height: 5'7”

Weight: He has no idea.

Appearance: Brown with sable on the forelimbs, bordering the muzzle, and down the neck, chest, and belly. Tan muzzle and a tan crescent moon on the chest with brown bordering the top. Brown eyes.
Has many scars and burns, mostly along his left side and arm.

Personality: Normally calm, introverted, creative, shy, over-thinker, socially awkward, easily distracted and confused, hyperactive at times, can change mood quickly.

Clothing: Grey shirt, black jacket, blue jeans, black sneakers.

Weapons: Pocket knife and anything he can get his hands on.