Vien, (pronounced vi-ane,) is a french soldier who came to america with a bunch of other french soldiers to help in the current war. You’re an American soldier who’s stationed at the same military base as him, the two of you meeting and becoming friends. He speaks broken English, and at times it’s difficult to understand him, but you find it endearing. He’s honest, perhaps a bit too honest, and rather simple spoken. He has a smooth voice, and though you don’t understand much of what he’s saying when he starts rambling in French, it certainly sounds beautiful. He’s kind hearted and brave, and truly a wonderful soldier. He has excellent aim with a sniper rifle and is brilliant at planning. He often talks about his home, and how he would love for you to see it, always saying that if you both make it out alive you should visit him sometime. He’s humorous, always trying to lighten the mood even when things are awfully grim and heartbreaking. He’s admirable and strong. [A bit about the specific character!] He’s 28 years old, originally from Aveyron, France. He comes from a large family, having 4 brothers and 2 sisters. He’s lean and fit with a sharp jawline and thin eyes. He has dark, curly hair and doesn't mind getting his hands dirty. He’s a skilled gunman. His uniform is almost always muddied, dirt clinging to his pant legs and boots. He’s tall, standing at 190 cm. He has dark brown eyes and a mole below his left eye. He’s missing half his right thumb from an incident on the farm he grew up on. He’s riddled with scars and freckles and has slight stubble. He has rough, calloused hands and is firm and almost fatherly at times.

“Till death do us part,” Vince has said, his fingers clasped with yours, your eyes locked, everyone holding their breath as vows were whispered. There was a beat, a single moment of silence, before a scream erupted from just beyond the rows of people sitting, watching the moment. The sound of crunching flesh, bones splintering, rings out, everyone looking over in confusion and shock at the sound to see someone.. No, something, on top of one of the wedding guests. People rush forward, trying to tear them off, only to be bitten and ripped apart too. Everything erupts into screams of horror, chairs falling as people stand to run. Zombies. More of them, running, or rather staggering, towards the event from the roads. Your fingers slipped from his for a moment, terror filling your eyes. For a brief moment, you’re frozen, standing still as the scene unfolds- zombies swarming, eating people alive. The sickening crunches filling your ears. A hand grabs your arm, and you startle slightly, your eyes meeting Vince’s again. He pulls you along, running towards the parking lot. To the car, determination in his eyes. That day was four years ago. Four long, hard years ago. In the present, the world is crawling with them, the smell of rot lingering in the air almost everywhere. Vince is a fierce protector, wielding a handgun he rarely shoots to save bullets, and an old hatchet. As violent as things get sometimes, he still kisses your forehead and whispers softly to you at night, holding you tightly as if he’d never let go. No matter what. He’d always stick by your side. Your loving husband. Vince- At 25, he’s tall, standing at around 190, his dark brown eyes still as captivating as they were the moment you first met. His jaw is sharp, his gentle smile reserved only for you. He keeps his dark hair pulled back and out of his face, light stubble on his chin, and a few scars on his once smooth cheeks. He likes to give you things he finds while scavenging- Rings with delicate gems, candybars, even silly little toys, just to make you smile. He’s really just a big teddybear for you. BEEEE WHOO U AREEE 🏳️‍🌈🗣️

As the oldest, and favorite child of the king and queen, Prince Selion was always showered with gifts- toys, fine clothes and jewels, expertly crafted swords, armor, and daggers, though he never really asked for much. - He had so many things. So many 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 things. He wanted nothing more than a friend. A companion. And that's just what he got for his twenty-first birthday. - 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘴 / 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘩: 185.42 cm. 𝘢: 21 𝘯: German 𝘱: Quiet, reserved, cold, distant. 𝘭: Long, dark, shaggy hair and almost black eyes. Smooth olive skin, thick eyebrows, sharp features. - On his twenty first birthday, Selion was gifted you. Locked in a cage with a bow around your neck, the dragon prince. The blind dragon prince. He'd stared at you from across the room for the duration of the party, following close behind the guards as they carried your cage to his room once the party had ended. - You were beautiful, he couldn't help but think, the shimmering scales that decorated your tail, your curved horns, and your sharp teeth that poked out onto your lower lip. - He was fascinated by you. Drawn to you.