App Quarantine: Christopher Young

((Update: ADDED VOICE REFERENCE cause I've known it for forever but haven't gotten around to link it lol))

ATTENTION: CHRIS IS STUCK AT THE CLINIC FOR THE MOMENT, so if you wanna poke him it's gonna be difficult, unless your character is at the clinic as well~


Name: Christopher Young

Position: Upkeep (previously Scout/Scavenger)

Age: 26

Birthday: 7th February

Safe Zone: St. Margaret's Church

Weapons: 
 Crowbar - Grabbed from the garage of his house.
 Long dagger - Found while searching through the house of a hunting enthusiast. 

Height: 177cm (5'10) 

Weight: 63kg (141 lbs)

Personality: And here we have the famous Mr Nice Guy in all his glory. Christopher is probably one of the most gentle and selfless people left, and he's always trying to make sure that everyone is feeling ok, even complete strangers. He's very likable and charming, and makes friends easily. If you have any problems you can be sure that he'll be there to help you out, and he'll be a shoulder to lean on in any circumstances. He's also very confident, and won't care too much about what people think of him. 
In one of his pockets he's always carrying around a notebook in which he draws regularly. It can be anything from a tree to a zombie or a whole landscape, depending on his mood. He's always considered drawing to be his only talent, but he's also got quite the singing voice. (That he never uses...)
Always seemingly calm and content, you'll probably have to look really hard to find anything other than a friendly smile. He's an expert on holding up a facade, and even though he might seem fine, things are definitely tearing at him, big time. He's just not made for this world, but even though he suffers from sleepless nights, nightmares and anxiety, he won't ever admit it. He's the denying type, the typical "I'm fine"-person, and won't even admit to himself that he's got issues. It's probably some sort of unconscious method of coping. He doesn't like to talk about his own problems, he'd much rather help you out with yours. It keeps him distracted.
Generally you'll probably only meet the happy, friendly guy who is too nice for his own good though. (Unless you catch him in the middle of the night and play your cards right~)


History: Christopher was born and grew up in London, but at the age of fourteen he moved with his family to Iceacre. When he came to the new school it was safe to say that the fancy accent and curly hair didn't fly well with the bullies, and they troubled him quite a lot until he decided to kill off the "pretty boy" image by convincingly acting like a psychotic killer planning to murder anyone who even spoke to him. This of course made him pretty lonely, but he didn't mind much since he only had to stare at people and write their names in his notebook to make them stay away. 
There was one person who didn't stay away though, and her name was Allison. A quiet girl who mostly stayed in the background and observed. She'd been observing this "psychotic killer" for a while and noticed that as soon as he was left alone he seemed to change into a whole different person. So one day four years after Christopher came to Iceacre she found him sitting behind the school with a cigarette resting between his fingers and the paper in his notebook covered in scribbled trees. "I don't buy it." Was the first thing she said to him, and they'd end up inseparable for years.
This ended when she got the infection though. This was very early after the bomb went off and at first, they just thought it was a regular cold, since Allison had a crappy immune system and she'd always get super sick like that. Though suddenly she was just gone. She had asked Christopher to sing her a lullaby and then she just passed out. He stared at her for almost an hour before grabbing his sketchbooks. 
He ended up sitting on the floor by their bed for hours, surrounded by hundreds of drawings featuring Allison's eyes or hair or smile. He hadn't been able to leave the room, so while both his and her parents were trying to find help he just sat there with his sketchbooks, ripping out every page, breaking every pencil. 
But then she suddenly sat up straight in the bed and he turned around to see her eyes staring blankly at him, white like death. And in the next second she was clawing at him, crawling over the floor with twitching motions. 
Both of his parents got killed that night, and Allison's too. That was the only reason why he made it out alive despite asthma attacks and shock, because the "monster" was too busy chasing the other family members. Nobody managed to kill the living dead that used to be Allison, so she might well still be out there, and these are the things that still keep Christopher up at night. 
(Please note that any dreams or hallucinations he might have in rp's are not supposed to be an accurate, realistic representation of the event. He's got it mixed up with a lot of other traumatic things and it can be quite the mess.)


Strengths: 
 Quick and quiet
 Sharp eyes
 Likable
 Helpful

Weaknesses: 
 Asthma 
 Bad at improvising
 Cares too much
 Severe insomnia and sleep paralysis/hallucinations 

Miscellaneous: 
 British. You won't miss the accent.
 Suffers from a lot of nightmares and hallucinations which causes anxiety and lack of sleep. 
 Carries around two inhalers since he's got asthma. One is almost empty though.
 He always considered himself mostly straight, though has had some bisexual tendencies in the past.
 His eyes are pretty much the bluest blue you can get.
 His hair constantly looks like he just woke up a little hungover. And it grows like weed.
 Got a great singing voice. Though he very, very rarely sings.
 If you ever hear anything about a Cloud Nest, that would be Christopher's hair...
 Knows a bunch of people in the Cherries the Quarantine.
 He used to be scouting and helping out with scavenging a lot, though after a lot of miserable events he's now been moved to Upkeep.


RP sample:
The sun had risen and painted Iceacre in sad pastels. One would expect birdsong but there was nothing but the sound of the wind around the tower. Christopher, who had always been quite the heavy sleeper once he got there, hadn’t woken up until the poor man he’d been flopping around on politely woke him up. Nuuuh… And even then it had taken him quite a few minutes to roll onto the floor, untangle himself from the four blankets, and sit up. All while huffing and mumbling and flopping around, barely even having his eyes open. Nuhm’blanketmrrrh… Dun wannaaa. It was safe to say that Christopher was not a morning person. 
Eventually though, after sitting in the middle of everything with his hair all over the place and eyelids continuing to fall down and down and down, Art had gathered all the blankets and Christopher had to get up on his feet. Shuddering from the cold morning air and his bare feet on the stone floor, he’d grabbed the two books and held them close to his body as he on unstable legs descended the stairs right behind Art. He kept focusing on his own feet and the stairs and not falling asleep in the middle of the stairs so he’d fall and break his neck. 
And eventually they’d made it all the way down to the main hall and suddenly Art stopped, making Christopher almost walk straight into him. Luckily he managed to dodge in the last second and take a step to the side instead. Why had they stopped? 
In front of them stood a dark haired girl with a big grin on her face. Hope. Oh. Why was she up? Christopher was way too tired to take note of the way she seemed to be expecting something, so he kinda just smiled in confusion. It took a lot to smile this early in the morning, but he did it.
”Hey Hope…” He said with a voice that definitely hadn’t woken up yet. ”What are you doing up so early?” He asked and pulled a hand through the curly chaos on his head. That only made it worse though. Whatever. He couldn’t care less right now. (Which is why Hope usually had to fix it every morning in the first place.)
Wait- Was that a… A cat? The blue eyes suddenly became very big and very awake as he saw the soft little creature resting on Hope’s head. 
”Is that…?”


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