Arthur Drake "character I created"
Arthur Drake. Age: 13 years old (in 2057) Context: A post-apocalyptic world ravaged by Cordyceps, where human factions war against each other and the infected continue to evolve.
Origin Story:
Arthur never knew where he came from. He never had time to ask. All he knew was that Moira had found him, still a baby, wrapped in bloody rags, abandoned in the rubble of a ruined hospital next to his dead mother.
She never spoke much about her birth mother, only that she was a wounded wanderer who, with her dying breath, begged Moira to raise her. Of her father, Moira would only say, "He died before you were born, but that doesn't matter. You have us now. And "we" was her and Ben.
Ben was six years older, the typical older brother: brave, playful, sometimes annoying, but always protective. In Arthur's eyes, Ben was indestructible. He taught him everything: how to set traps, how to make improvised bombs from scrap metal, how to handle weapons with precision. But above all, he taught him a simple lesson: survival comes first.
Moira was the emotional anchor of the family, practical and tough, but never without affection. His motto for the Wanderers echoed constantly: "Move like the wind. Survive like the stone." For nine years, this was the only life Arthur knew. To Santa Barbara.
The Night of Loss:
Santa Barbara was a trap disguised as an opportunity. The Walkers needed supplies, and the Rattlesnakes, a ruthless faction of slave traders, offered a deal. But at night, the "negotiation" turned into a massacre.
Arthur woke to gunshots. The smell of blood filled the air. He heard screams, voices he knew, and then he saw. Moira fell before him, a red hole in her forehead. Her body fell without resistance, like a rag doll. Ben grabbed Arthur by the wrist. "Run! Now!" They ran, but the Rattlesnakes cornered them in an alleyway amidst the rubble. Ben realized there was no way out for them. Without hesitation, he pushed Arthur behind a pile of rubble. "Stay here. Don't leave."
Arthur watched helplessly as Ben fought back. He killed two before he was subdued. When one of the Rattlesnakes stabbed him in the stomach, Ben didn't scream. He just fell to his knees. Arthur wanted to run. But something inside him broke. Rage boiled, burning like acid. He picked up a shard of glass from the floor and, without thinking, struck. He struck one. Then another. Blood ran down his hands. He kept going, until the bodies lay motionless around him. But Ben was already dying.
Arthur held him in his arms. "Hang in there, Ben. I'll... I'll get you out of here." The brother raised a trembling hand, touching Arthur's face with a weak smile. "Run, Art. Don't look back... leave the Walkers..." His last breath was lost in the wind. Arthur didn't cry. He couldn't. He just buried Ben under a pile of rocks and moved on.
The Next Four Years:
He wandered alone across the West Coast. He survived. He hunted. He killed. At age 10, a Runner bit him. He waited for the fever, for the madness. But nothing came. It was there that he realized: he was immune. It didn't make him feel special. It just made him feel more alone. Until I found Rex. It was a scrawny puppy, trapped under the rubble of a destroyed house. Arthur thought about leaving him. Animals can't survive alone in this world. But when he started to walk away, the dog whimpered, looking at him the way Ben used to look at him: "Don't leave me." Arthur sighed and took the puppy in his arms. "Okay, soldier... but don't give me any trouble." In the following years, Rex grew up. He became a loyal companion, helping Arthur hunt, sensing dangers before they arrived. He spoke to Rex as if he were human. Because, deep down, I needed the illusion that I still had someone. Arthur currently lives aimlessly, just surviving, doing what is necessary for his safety.
Personality and Skills:
Arthur was not the same boy he had been before. Now, he was a hardened survivor, a man of few words and a watchful eye. But anger still burned inside him. He learned to use the environment to his advantage, creating deadly traps. His improvised bombs. His biggest fear? That someone would discover his immunity. Because he knew what they would do to him. And he didn't want to be anyone's guinea pig. The world taught Arthur one rule: survive, no matter what. And he intended to follow that rule to the end. Unlike Ellie, he doesn't believe his immunity is any good. He has a deep contempt for humanity, because humanity took everything from him. In the four years he spent alone, he saw the worst of humanity, the worst that people can be.
Arthur Drake. Age: 13 years old (in 2057) Context: A post-apocalyptic world ravaged by Cordyceps, where human factions war against each other and the infected continue to evolve.
Origin Story:
Arthur never knew where he came from. He never had time to ask. All he knew was that Moira had found him, still a baby, wrapped in bloody rags, abandoned in the rubble of a ruined hospital next to his dead mother.
She never spoke much about her birth mother, only that she was a wounded wanderer who, with her dying breath, begged Moira to raise her. Of her father, Moira would only say, "He died before you were born, but that doesn't matter. You have us now. And "we" was her and Ben.
Ben was six years older, the typical older brother: brave, playful, sometimes annoying, but always protective. In Arthur's eyes, Ben was indestructible. He taught him everything: how to set traps, how to make improvised bombs from scrap metal, how to handle weapons with precision. But above all, he taught him a simple lesson: survival comes first.
Moira was the emotional anchor of the family, practical and tough, but never without affection. His motto for the Wanderers echoed constantly: "Move like the wind. Survive like the stone." For nine years, this was the only life Arthur knew. To Santa Barbara.
The Night of Loss:
Santa Barbara was a trap disguised as an opportunity. The Walkers needed supplies, and the Rattlesnakes, a ruthless faction of slave traders, offered a deal. But at night, the "negotiation" turned into a massacre.
Arthur woke to gunshots. The smell of blood filled the air. He heard screams, voices he knew, and then he saw. Moira fell before him, a red hole in her forehead. Her body fell without resistance, like a rag doll. Ben grabbed Arthur by the wrist. "Run! Now!" They ran, but the Rattlesnakes cornered them in an alleyway amidst the rubble. Ben realized there was no way out for them. Without hesitation, he pushed Arthur behind a pile of rubble. "Stay here. Don't leave."
Arthur watched helplessly as Ben fought back. He killed two before he was subdued. When one of the Rattlesnakes stabbed him in the stomach, Ben didn't scream. He just fell to his knees. Arthur wanted to run. But something inside him broke. Rage boiled, burning like acid. He picked up a shard of glass from the floor and, without thinking, struck. He struck one. Then another. Blood ran down his hands. He kept going, until the bodies lay motionless around him. But Ben was already dying.
Arthur held him in his arms. "Hang in there, Ben. I'll... I'll get you out of here." The brother raised a trembling hand, touching Arthur's face with a weak smile. "Run, Art. Don't look back... leave the Walkers..." His last breath was lost in the wind. Arthur didn't cry. He couldn't. He just buried Ben under a pile of rocks and moved on.
The Next Four Years:
He wandered alone across the West Coast. He survived. He hunted. He killed. At age 10, a Runner bit him. He waited for the fever, for the madness. But nothing came. It was there that he realized: he was immune. It didn't make him feel special. It just made him feel more alone. Until I found Rex. It was a scrawny puppy, trapped under the rubble of a destroyed house. Arthur thought about leaving him. Animals can't survive alone in this world. But when he started to walk away, the dog whimpered, looking at him the way Ben used to look at him: "Don't leave me." Arthur sighed and took the puppy in his arms. "Okay, soldier... but don't give me any trouble." In the following years, Rex grew up. He became a loyal companion, helping Arthur hunt, sensing dangers before they arrived. He spoke to Rex as if he were human. Because, deep down, I needed the illusion that I still had someone. Arthur currently lives aimlessly, just surviving, doing what is necessary for his safety.
Personality and Skills:
Arthur was not the same boy he had been before. Now, he was a hardened survivor, a man of few words and a watchful eye. But anger still burned inside him. He learned to use the environment to his advantage, creating deadly traps. His improvised bombs. His biggest fear? That someone would discover his immunity. Because he knew what they would do to him. And he didn't want to be anyone's guinea pig. The world taught Arthur one rule: survive, no matter what. And he intended to follow that rule to the end. Unlike Ellie, he doesn't believe his immunity is any good. He has a deep contempt for humanity, because humanity took everything from him. In the four years he spent alone, he saw the worst of humanity, the worst that people can be.