Zach

• Weapon: Broken Mic Stand
• Explanation: It's a shattered piece of plastic, the far end being just jagged/sharp enough to pierce his enemies.

Excitable, Stubborn, Jokester, Mischievous, Loud, Cheerful, Disorganized, Ignorant, etc.

Zach was just getting into the otaku culture, a newly bloomed weeaboo amongst the crowd of many at the local anime convention. Well... as local as one could get for Zach, seeing as he lived in upstate Florida. He had to travel to Miami to attend the assembly of fans for their yearly celebration of anime and cosplay lifestyle.

He strived for excellence on his most recent report card in order to gain such a pristine experience. His mother and father however, they dreaded the whole ordeal. But they did what made their son happy, and it was to attend this four day event. Zach even got to miss school... he was thrilled.

Spending the four best days of his life wearing some vocaloid attire he managed to purchase in the dealer's room, even carrying around a real microphone for added effect. He looked so cool.

It wasn't until he returned to his hotel room, hands filled to the brim with all kinds of goodies and Japanese snacks he's somehow accumulated over the course of his final day. Parents already prepared to pack their belongings, suit cases zipped tight and ready to be loaded in the car for travel. It'd be a few hours worth back home, and Zach was already missing con life greatly.

However his parents were nowhere to be seen, dropping his belongings on the spare bed in order to search for their whereabouts. His phone wasn't connecting, so he simply drew it to poor hotel wifi. Surely a lot of con dwellers were sapping up the service; it wasn't until he peeked into the bathroom that he saw his parents completely zombified.

Making funny offhand comments about how happy he was to see their dedication for the cosplay craft and that it felt great to be accepted. Although, it didn't take long to realize they were very much not in costume; that everything from the sudden sickly tint to their skin and the beady yellow eyes boring into his skull that this was very much real. Grabbing a quick plastic sack from his many shopping bags and shoving what he could into its contents before darting from the hotel center.

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He spent a good few weeks on his own, terrified, dirty and absolutely starved. Easily startled by the sudden movement of tattered brown fur wiggling itself into a nearby dumpster. This is when he found his road companion, a dog baring a red collar with an etched out name and number attached. His phone died ages ago and every device he'd come in contact with since had been dead and gone just like the rest of the world. Calling his new canine friend Naruto after a very strong and powerful fox demon infused boy he knew well from the anime he'd watched numerous episodes from months before.

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Years into his travels alone along the bare wastes of Florida, not a soul in sight that lived and breathed like a normal human ever graced his vision. He and Naruto were the only remaining survivors, or so he thought when he jokingly hitched a thumb out to catch a ride whilst blabbing to the mutt. A van pulling up with multiple children stocked inside asking for a lift. Obviously Zach agreed and tumbled in to a disgruntled bunch ...a few held kind smiles and they all ultimately adored his dog. And finally for once, he's not alone anymore.

Also he twerked..... really hard on the beach... like Nicki Minaj.... :)
History written by ioma

Roleplay Group: Zildren