Flynn Stryker

Name: Flynn Stryker

Age: 27

Gender: Male

One of Flynn's fondest memories before the virus was when Feather had coaxed him into playing dress-up with her. Normally he wouldn't have an issue with it, but she had pulled out two dresses her size and he would feel bad if he had ripped one of her favorite dresses. That's how she convinced him to wear a mask, so he could be her savior instead of fellow princess. Once he had put it on, he'd felt Feather's burning black eyes boring into his skull, and the smile on her face widened. Her words etched into his head for ages to come, "I think you should keep that mask on more often." And he listened to her, because his love for his sister outweighed any amount of embarrassment he could possibly feel from wearing the mask. In order to make it even though, he took the biggest pink bow he could find in her dress-up box and tied it around the fluffy feathers of her head. "I think you should wear this bow.." And she did, every day of every week of every month. And each day Flynn saw the poofy pink bow bouncing around in his workshop, he couldn't help but smile.

After-

He's been coming home from work when he'd heard the news. There was destruction everywhere, and his heart pounded in agony, fearing for his sister and his parents. He'd hurried through the panic and screams to the quiet of their wooded home. The lock on the door was still firm, so Flynn breathed in relief and unlocked the door calmly in order to tell his family of the news. He didn't expect to see his parents, drooling blood and facing down the fearful gaze of his baby sister. Without a thought, he grabbed the sledgehammer he'd left the day prior and swung. It came to him voluntarily, and the sickening sound of his parents skulls cracking from the impact was blocked by his numbed mind. Without another thought, he scooped the shivering Torchic into his free arm and bolted from the home, the twitching bodies of his parents abandoned in the place he had once called home. He had whispered soothing words to his sister until finally the shivers that racked her body had come to a halt. She had been silent for the next hours passing, only the sound of distant screams playing in their ears. He had taken a trail away from the city, more focused on finding somewhere safe to place Feather and soothe her from the horrors she had seen then anything that could possibly be there. Eventually they were able to rest and Flynn explained to her why what happened had happened. It took her a second to understand that the people who had tried to consume her were not her parents, but just husks of what they had been; however, she understood that now it would be just her and Flynn against something they may not be able to beat. Flynn assured her that he'd never let a thing touch her as long as he lived.

They traveled wherever they could, scavenging for supplies and for a possible place to live. This continued on for several months until Feather begged Flynn to take her back to their old home. She gave the argument that perhaps there were other people in the cities that could help them and give them a place to stay, so Flynn reluctantly brought them back to their old home. It was there that things turned ugly. There was a little scuffle near the city that normally would be a breeze for the two to get through, but one of the zombies had been a student from Feather's class. She choked up in the middle of the fight, and while Flynn drove back the rest, her fellow student got threw and bit her. The virus ran its course in her little body, and Flynn was forced to watch as his sister writhed in agony, unable to save her from her inevitable death. her last words to him were "kill me", and with her body in his arms, he did just that. He'll never forget the sound of her last breath or the feeling of her blood seeping into his feathers, which haunts him in his dreams to this day.

Personality: He's a quiet guy, preferring to go on solo missions when searching. He has a hard time opening up to others, but he gives great philosophical advice when asked. He loves to laugh, and sometimes laughs quietly when alone to take away the urge to laugh or joke around when in the presence of others. He can quickly get a temper if asked about his sister and will get violent if pushed too far.

Hobbies: Painting, whistling with grass, and crafting weapons in his free time. 

Likes: Warmth, being close to others (if he has a mutual friendship with them), playing games to get his mind off of things, and helping others through his words. 

Dislikes: Nightmares, being alone with his thoughts, messes, being asked about his mask, 

Extra: He dislikes taking off his mask, but will if it's extremely hot. His pants sag and he has no shirt because a predicament that occurred while he and Feather were exploring. (He evolved with no change of clothes, so he had to steal some off of a Snorlax. You can imagine how well that went.) Once he gets new clothes that actually fit, he will be a happy camper. q U q

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