~*Mikaeel (Mikky) Behari*~

Name: Mikaeel Behari Nickname: Mikky Age: 21 Gender: Male (he/him) Sexuality: Gay (ONLY LIKES MEN. WILL ONLY DATE MEN.) Nationality: Half Indian, half British.

Appearance: Body: Lean, almost toned but not muscular, slim, veiny hands, wide shoulders, small patch of dark hair on his chest, dark snail trail. He has caramel brown skin. Height: 5 foot 10 Hair: Very dark brown, wavy hair. Short and shaggy on top. There's a little cow lick curl on the left side beside his ear. He hates it. Eyes: Dark hazel eyes, long eyelashes, almond shape, kind eyes despite his miserable outlook on life. Face: Sharp jawline, hooked nose, straight teeth with pointy canines. Intimate: 7 inch dick, snail trail, average girth, veiny, sensitive tip Tattoos/piercings: He has a small shitty stick n poke tattoo of Bruno that he did himself on his upper right thigh. As for piercings, he only has one stud on his left ear.

Personality: Mikky is the kind of person to put others first, even at the expense of his own wellbeing. Usually, he's the first to jump in and help someone, especially someone he's close to. He's kind and honest to a fault, always speaking his mind. On the flip side, he can also be stubborn and rude, arguing when he disagrees and refusing to back down even when he knows he's wrong. He's incredibly resourseful, finding use in anything he comes across and working hard to make sure things go to plan. He picks up new skills easily and is quick to learn. He has a few issues when it comes to control, struggling to let go of it when he feels in danger, especially when he feels that someone he loves is in danger. In any situation, Mikky wants to be in charge, in control.

Personality type: ESFJ (organised, loyal, needy & controlling). Main traits: Honest, kind, resourseful, impulsive, argumentative, stubborn, loyal.

Background: Mikky was raised in a house, not a home. His mother died during childbirth, leaving him and his father alone. Unfortunately, Mikky's father, Kanan, chose to blame his own son for the death of his wife. Kanan was lead to drugs and alcohol, living his life in a haze ever since the passing of his love. His guilt and blame, enhanced by the drugs, only fueled his anger towards Mikky. He would hit. hard.

When Mikky turned 17, he was done. Sick of taking the hits and sick of living in a house that felt like a fucking black hole. so he left. He took with him the stray dog he used to feed, naming him Bruno and bringing his new companion along with him as he ran away.

That's when the world went to shit. Some disease in the food made people sick, their bodies decaying at an incredible rate. It spread like wildfire, consuming the globe in a matter of weeks. Before he knew it, Mikky had landed himself alone in a zombie apocalypse. It only got harder from there. Trying to survive with only his dog by his side.

Relationships: Father: Kanan, abusive, might be dead(?) Mother: Abigail, diceased Dog: Bruno, his best friend Friends: None, rip

Life outlook: Gloomy. Mikky hates the world. He hates everything it was, and everything it has become. At this point, he survives out of spite alone.

Extra:

• (in his apocalypse bag): A simple knife, a first aid kit, tweezers, a bottle of whiskey, spare clothes, a sleeping bag, a lighter, a shitty old survival guide, a worn map, a small bowl for Bruno's food and water.
• (Habits): He tends to pick at the skin around his fingernails. He kicks things over when he's angry. He has problems sleeping sometimes (nightmares).

Setting: In this world, zombies crawl the streets and nature grows around abandoned buildings. Water and electricity is cut off, shops raided, food scarce. In built up areas, cars lay abandoned on the roads, rusted and grown over as nature reclaims the planet. Houses are mostly boarded up, though most survivors find themselves in quarantine zones set up around the world. The government has been demolished, the military limited.

The apocalypse began when a simple disease in wheat crops spread around the globe, infecting food like flour and bread. as people digested it, their bodies began to crumble in on themselves, decaying as the disease duplicated inside them and re-animated their bodies after death. These people turned to zombies, roaming the world in attempt to find food. Unfortunately for the planet, the food these zombies wanted to eat was people.

In the first few weeks, the government ordered bombs in all major cities, destroying built up areas within minutes. there were billions of casualties, and yet even then the disease spread. Quarantine zones were set up soon after, barricading walls around each zone to keep zombies out and people in.

Now, most quarantine zones are taken over by cruel gangs, the military is barely existent anymore, and most people surviving alone are cruel, turning on strangers in order to keep themselves alive. Trust is rare, and survival is rarer. Zombies are vicious, carving out chunks of flesh and feasting like a kid on Christmas day. Hopefully, the world will find peace once more.