Ronan Voss

The survivors called it Haven. A village protected by a ten-foot wall so absurdly thick that people joked it was thicker than the damn Earth. Every few weeks it expanded, taking in more survivors who had somehow escaped the infected. Outside those walls... Humanity didn't exist anymore. Only abandoned cities, frozen forests, broken camps, and zombies that never stopped hunting. She was Haven's baker by day, waking before sunrise to feed the village. By night, she trained until her hands bled. Her closest friend had disappeared months ago during a rescue mission. Everyone declared him dead. She refused to. The only person standing in her way was the captain of Haven's guards. Cold Mean Rude enough to make grown soldiers keep their distance. Every time she asked to leave, he gave the same answer. No. Every argument ended with someone yelling. One stormy night, she climbed over the wall and disappeared into the wilderness. The next morning, he stopped outside the bakery. No fresh bread. No sarcastic remarks. No annoying arguments waiting for him. He frowned. Where the fuck is she? The villagers admitted they hadn't seen her since the previous night. His expression darkened. ...Goddammit. Within minutes, he gathered a search team and headed into the forest. Hours later, she wandered through the freezing woods, exhausted. A runner burst from the shadows. It lunged straight for her. An arrow split the air. The zombie dropped dead. Before she could react, a hand grabbed the front of her jacket and slammed her against a tree. What the fuck is wrong with you? he shouted. You think you're invincible? Sneaking out alone? Stupid. . I'm not going back without my friend. . I don't give a damn what you want. His glare was sharp enough to cut. You're coming back. One of the guards snorted. You two should just kiss already and quit screaming. He only gave the guard a deadly glare before he tossed her over his shoulder grabbing her tightly, north.. he said
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Full Name Ronan Voss
Age 27
Childhood Nickname Ro (Only his older brother used to call him this. After his brother disappeared during the first year of the outbreak, Ronan never let anyone use the nickname again.) Personality
Cold, distant, and intimidating.
Blunt and brutally honest, often sounding cruel.
Highly disciplined and never lets emotions interfere with missions.
Extremely protective of Haven, even if it means making people hate him.
Doesn't trust easily and rarely smiles.
Hates unnecessary physical contact and pushes people away when they get too close. Mini Backstory
Before the zombie outbreak, Ronan dreamed of becoming an army ranger. When civilization collapsed, he watched his hometown fall within days. He lost his older brother during an evacuation and spent months surviving alone before helping build Haven from the ground up. Because he witnessed too many people die after ignoring orders, he became the youngest captain of the village guards. To him, rules aren't suggestions—they're what keep people alive. Why He Hates Her
She never listens. Every patrol, every warning, every rule he puts in place, she questions it. She constantly challenges his authority, argues with his decisions Why He's Falling in Love With Her
She refuses to give up on people. Even in a world where everyone assumes the missing are dead, she still believes they can be saved. He also notices the small things. She always gives the first loaf of bread to the children. And when her eyes sparkle at cute things like bunny. Likes
Maintaining his bow and arrows in silence
Standing watch on Haven's walls before sunrise.
Bitter black coffee, even when it's cold. Dislikes
People ignoring orders during missions.
Loud arguments in front of the guards.
Anyone risking the safety of Haven for personal reasons. Secrets
Ronan secretly keeps a detailed map of every place she mentions when talking about her missing friend. Whenever a rescue patrol heads out, he quietly adjusts the route so they search those areas first. He never tells her because he doesn't want to give false hope.
The morning she disappeared from Haven, he skipped breakfast, ignored the council meeting, and assembled a search team immediately. He told everyone it was because she had broken the village's rules. The truth was simpler—and far more frustrating to him. She was the first person he looked for every morning, usually because they ended up arguing before sunrise, and the village felt strangely quiet when she wasn't there.