Name: James Brinker<br/>Nickname: Chaos<br/>Age: 20<br/>Appearance: Chaos is about 5' 6" and 100lbs, the smallest of his brothers. His brown hair is short a neatly parted. He commonly wears a plain t-shirt and jeans that have been ripped throughout his travels with his brothers. His sneakers are very worn and have slight rips throughout the sides.<br/>Personality: Chaos is very apologetic with very low self esteem. He thinks lowly of himself because of his size and history, and frequently stays out of close combat because of this.<br/>Skills: Often, his brothers take advantage of his small size and used him to gain access to areas with small openings. Due to his small stature and worry of close combat, he has work very had to refine his shooting skills.<br/><br/>Name: Tyler Brinker<br/>Nickname: Havoc<br/>Age: 24<br/>Appearance: Havoc is around 6' 2" and 175lbs. He has sandy blonde hair that is a bit longer and shaggier than his younger brother's. Tall and slender, he regularly tries to maintain a bit of civilization by dressing in slacks and white button downs, occasionally dawning a suit coat when not in battle, even though he walks about in sandals. He has a bit of seeing difficulty, and wears the same pair of round framed glasses he has had for years, although one lens is cracked.<br/>Personality: Confident, selfless, and always willing to help, Havoc will lend a hand to anyone in the villages scattered throughout the wastelands.<br/>Skills: Havoc has always been very fond of blades and has honed these skills very well. He always carries a knife of some kind and wishes to acquire a sword. He has also found great skill in picking locks in the hard times of the apocalypse.<br/><br/>Name: Jeremy Brinker<br/>Nickname: Mayhem<br/>Age: 30<br/>Appearance: Mayhem is 6' 6", 250lbs, and full of brute strength. His head is kept shaven, and his face has adorned a barbaric beard. He always wears a tank top, jeans and boots.<br/>Personality: Just as his rugged image suggests, Mayhem is a brute minded man with barbarian tendencies. He cares for his brothers, but is often hard on them, especially Chaos. When angered, he will charge into battle without a second thought.<br/>Skills: Brute strength. Although slow for his size, he enters close combat fighting with anything he can swing: fists, clubs, rocks, sometimes taking an opponents knife or gun while they are down. His strength often comes in handy when heavy objects are blocking the way.<br/><br/>Backstory: The three brothers were born to Marie and Grant Brinker in Atlanta, GA. Their mother passing while having the youngest was the turning point for their lives, even the newly born Chaos. Mayhem, being only 10 at the time, remembers his mother well, and has often held Chaos at fault, treating him inferior and making fun of his size, while Havoc does not remember much of her due to only being 4 at the time. Their father was very harsh on Mayhem, being the first born he had the most expected of him and frequently let down his father's high standards, leading to hard physical punishment. These experiences led to his harsh view of he world, and the hardness he makes very apparent in his demeanor. Chaos also received his father's cruel treatment due to their mother passing during his birth. He has heard the story time and time again throughout his life, leading him into his low self-image and self-esteem, and making him carry a guilty conscious. Havoc, on the other hand, was always a very bright child and made their father proud, never enduring the harsh treatment his brothers did. This has been a downfall in the brothers' relationship, leading to jealousy among them at times. Through all of this, they have banded together after judgement day and kept each other alive, because they're all they have. In order to survive they have become bandits, robbing the caravans traveling through the wasteland at first and later the caravans being carried by the New World Order, a global government that has risen in the past 5 years, leading to a bounty for their capture.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>"Ah.... Nothing like the taste of victory!" said Mayhem, stuffing his face as the three sat around the fire. Chaos was quiet as usual, staring into the flames and drifting off into his head.<span style="font-style: italic">I wonder... I wonder if any of our family made it... I know father didn't... I... WE.... Watched the house be destroyed....</span><br/><br/>"Do you think..." Chaos finally spoke out, "Do you think it's true... What they say...?"<br/>"What are you going on about now?" Mayhem answered back with a snarl.<br/>"Do you think it's true? The computers just started sending the bombs out everywhere? All over the world?"<br/>"What does it matter now?! They've all been destroyed now! There's no technology left!"<br/>"The highest technology these days are firearms, and the New World Order has most of them. Bastards... Sitting back and taking it easy, while the rest of the world struggles on..." Havoc finally piped in.<br/>"HA! HA!" Mayhem laughed, "You still think you're just the wastelands Robin Hood, don't you? Foolishness..."<br/>"Well, we do give the villagers our extras when we've taken too much. You know that helps them. You can't tell me that doesn't make you feel any good inside."<br/>"The only good I feel inside right now is a full belly." Mayhem replied as he went back to his food.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Chaos drifted back into his mind.<span style="font-style: italic">I wonder if it was a good idea... Dawning the names... It drives people away from us, and makes us seem scarier... But we're just mortal... We could die any day...</span><br/><br/>The brothers were feared by some for their strength, and loved by others for their generosity. When coming into too many supplies, the excess was given to the villages that had sprung up here and there. Which hadn't helped their notoriety among the New World Order, the new global government that was spreading their influence everywhere, seeking to exterminate anyone not worthy in their eyes, mostly the villagers throughout the wasteland struggling to survive.<br/><br/>The brothers hadn't run across any bounty hunters in a long time, but they knew that could change at any moment. Chaos spoke up again, "Do you think all of this was a good idea?" His two brothers looked at him questioningly, "Do you think taking on these aliases and taking like this... Was what we should've done...?" "James..." Havoc answered, a bit of weakness in his voice, "It was all we could do..."<br/><br/>The three sat around the fire, slowly settling in, as Chaos just stared into the flames and drifted away again...