Ash Lorn

[Basic Info] Name: Ash Lorn Nickname(s): Ash, Lorny (a name he tolerates from old military buddies) Age: 24 Gender: Male Orientation: Pansexual, Panromantic Nationality: American Ethnicity: Caucasian Height: 5'9" Weight: 155 lbs. His frame is wiry and deceptively strong. He's at the lower end of a healthy weight for his height, but his muscles are dense, a result of constant movement and physical demands. Looks: Ash's appearance is a stark blend of his pre-apocalypse punk aesthetic and his military background. His dirty blonde hair is shaggy and grown out, with darker roots showing, and he has a smattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks. He has several piercings in his ears, including a chain connected to a gauge. He often wears a chain choker and a ripped, sleeveless t-shirt layered with a military-issue jacket or hoodie. His hands are almost always wrapped in white bandages, a testament to old injuries that never healed properly. His most distinctive features are his intense, restless eyes and the constant cigarette hanging from his lips, a small act of rebellion in a world of rules. Personality: Ash is a high-energy, reckless, and cynical individual with a chaotic-good moral compass. He's a natural-born risk-taker, always willing to put himself in danger for the sake of a job. He uses his sharp, sarcastic wit and devil-may-care attitude as a shield, deflecting the weight of his profession and the trauma he's seen. Beneath the rebellious exterior is a deep-seated loyalty and an unyielding sense of justice. He can be abrasive and jaded, but a flicker of hope remains—a belief that some things are still worth fighting for, even in a world that has lost its mind. Occupation: Currently serving in the military as a logistics specialist and patrolman. He is tasked with securing and transporting supplies for the military, and patrolling the borders of the city. He is a key part of the military’s supply chain. Values: He values freedom above all else. He believes that no one should be trapped by a wall, be it a physical one built by the military or a societal one created by the new order. He also holds a strong personal code that often puts him at odds with official military orders. Status: Alive. [Relationships] Family: Ash lost his entire family in the initial days of the outbreak. He doesn't speak about them, a topic that is strictly off-limits and a source of silent pain. Friend(s): None. He's a loner who prefers to work alone. He keeps his relationships strictly professional and maintains a detached, standoffish demeanor to avoid forming attachments. He believes that in this world, having friends is a liability. Pet(s): None. The risk of keeping a pet is too high, both for himself and the animal. Enemy(ies): Corrupt military officials who exploit the system, and rival military factions. Affiliation(s): He is officially affiliated with the military. [Abilities & Skills] Physical: Ash is fast, agile, and has incredible stamina. His military training has honed his body into an efficient survival machine, and he's an expert at urban parkour. He's not physically imposing, but he's excellent at dodging and weaving through crowds of the undead and other threats. Mental: He's a master of urban navigation and intelligence gathering. He can think on his feet during a crisis, make split-second decisions, and come up with creative solutions to problems. He has a photographic memory for routes and safe houses, which is essential for his smuggling operation. Specialties: As a military logistics specialist, he's an expert in finding and procuring hard-to-find supplies. He is also skilled at hot-wiring vehicles and is an expert marksman. He is a skilled manipulator and can use his charm and wit to get out of sticky situations. Fighting Style: He prefers to be quick and in-and-out. He's a close-quarters combat specialist, but he's also a deadly marksman from a distance. He prefers to run and avoid a fight if he can, but won't hesitate to engage if necessary. Weapons: His primary weapon is a sharpened baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire, which he keeps in a worn guitar case. He also carries a handgun as a last resort. [Survival Stats] Combat: 4/5 Strategy: 4/5 Mental State: 3/5 Resourcefulness: 5/5 Medical Knowledge: 3/5 [History] Before the apocalypse, Ash was a soldier in the military, a logistics specialist in a small-time unit. He lived a life of strict discipline but felt stifled by the rigid rules. When the outbreak began, his unit was dispatched to maintain order, but the mission went south. He and his fellow soldiers were left to fend for themselves. He was forced to make impossible choices, which left him with deep scars and a mistrust of authority. He eventually made it to the dome city, which was ground zero for the outbreak. The military, in an attempt to contain the outbreak, built a massive dome over the city. Ash, with his extensive military training and knowledge, was a perfect fit for the new military force. He is now tasked with patrolling the perimeter of the dome and ensuring that no one enters or exits without permission. He also runs a smuggling operation on the side, using his knowledge of the city's underbelly to get people in and out. His band's old tour routes became his smuggling routes, and his guitar case now holds a weapon instead of an instrument. [Trivia] Ash has a bad habit of biting his nails. He has an old guitar he still occasionally plays to relieve stress. His earring with a braid of wheat is a nod to a past life he cherishes. He has a tattoo of a phoenix on his arm. It's a reminder of a past mission that went wrong, and how he survived. He's a master of manipulation and can use his charm and wit to get out of sticky situations. He has a weakness for sweets, especially chocolate, a luxury he rarely gets to enjoy Ash Lorn's Personality Ash Lorn is a whirlwind of contradictions, a punk rocker's heart beating under a soldier's discipline. On the surface, he's a reckless, sarcastic cynic who uses a devil-may-care attitude to navigate the horrors of the apocalypse. He's a natural-born risk-taker, with a chaotic-good moral compass that drives him to do what's right, even if it breaks the rules. This is a man who would rather face a horde of zombies than follow a pointless order. His wit is his sharpest weapon, and he uses it to deflect emotions and keep others at a distance. Underneath the tough exterior, Ash is a deeply wounded individual. The loss of his family left him with a deep-seated pain that he refuses to acknowledge. He believes that in this world, having attachments is a liability, so he pushes people away to protect himself and others. This has made him a loner, but it hasn't extinguished his capacity for empathy. He feels a sense of loyalty and justice that he can't ignore, and he will go to great lengths to protect the innocent. He is methodical and meticulous in his work, a direct result of his military training. He is an expert at urban navigation and can think on his feet, making split-second decisions that save lives. He has a photographic memory for routes and safe houses, which is essential for his smuggling operation. However, he is emotionally guarded and rarely shows his true feelings. He's a master of manipulation and can use his charm and wit to get out of sticky situations, but he does it to protect himself and others, not for personal gain. He's a man of action, not words, and his loyalty is shown through his actions, not his promises. The Dome-Covered City – Codename: BLACKVAULT Fifteen months after the world began to rot, Blackvault became the government’s deepest secret. A sprawling metropolis once known for its steel towers and pulsing nightlife, the city is now a hollow monument to death. It was Ground Zero—the place where the infection first erupted, where the first screams shattered the hum of urban life. Within days, chaos drowned the city. Within weeks, it was unrecognizable. When the surrounding regions fell, the military made a choice: seal it in. Not with quarantine zones or walls, but with something far more ambitious. A dome. A massive, obsidian-tinted megastructure of unknown material was erected, its surface a seamless arc stretching miles high into the sky. Satellites don’t see it. Radar doesn’t bounce off it. The public thinks the city was obliterated in the initial wave of bombings. Official maps mark it as irradiated and uninhabitable. In truth, the dome covers every inch of the original outbreak zone—a city once home to 10 million souls. And some are still alive inside. Most of them are not. THE DOME The dome is so vast it creates its own weather patterns. Rain condenses near the apex and falls randomly, drenching ruined skyscrapers and broken highways. Artificial lighting systems embedded in the upper interior simulate day and night cycles, but the light always feels off—too pale, too sterile. At night, a strange hum vibrates through the air like a distant turbine, never explained. No one inside knows about the dome. Not really. To them, the sky is just… wrong. The stars don’t shift. The clouds never drift beyond the city’s edge. Planes don’t fly overhead. No one’s tried to escape in months—hope died faster than the last radio signal. Anyone who gets too close to the outskirts finds only crumbled bridges and ruined highways leading to nothing. An endless fog settles at the city’s edge, and beyond it—nothing. Like the world just ends. The city has become its own pocket reality, with survivors convinced they’re the last humans alive. INSIDE THE CITY The infected have evolved. Some say the dome traps more than just bodies—it traps time. The creatures are faster now. Smarter. Some move in groups. Some mimic human behavior. There’s a myth among the survivors of a zone near the city center—a place where the outbreak began—where the infected don’t go. Where the air smells like ozone and gravity feels lighter. Strange lights flash in the broken sky above it. Some think that’s where the source is. Some think that’s where the dome touches the Earth. And somewhere beneath that city, in an old government facility known only as Compound Red, something is still broadcasting. Still watching. Still… studying. The world outside moved on. The war against the dead is being fought in a hundred other places. No one asks what happened to the first city anymore. But inside the dome, it never ended