Realistic or Modern | End Of DayZ | [Rules & Character Creation]

[Waffels]

 
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- For when the dead live, the living shall die; And so it is -
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---------------RULES---------------
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1. Keep it In-Character when you post in the RP section.
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2. You are not god. You can't act as one. (Dodging all bullets and CQC Hits from Infected, etc...)
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3. You can't hit every shot you take. No gun is 100% accurate.
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4. No Over-Powered characters. (No Dual-Wielding-Katanas survivors, or Pr0-Qu1ck-Sc0p3rs, etc...)
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5. Do not copy characters from other RPs.
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6. Do not one-line, by the love of god. Give at least some details on each post.
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7. Never kill another Player-Made-Character without his own permission.
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8. Do not Power-Game other characters. (Forcing them to do/say something without it's creator's permission)
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9. Do not make up information about the lore or the infection without talking to the GM first. (Me)
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10. If you are going OOC in an actual RP post, write it like this: (OOC: I don't even know, lol)
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11. If you want a Military Character, send the Application to me via PM. If it gets approved, you post it here. (Tired of everyone being a spec ops)
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12. Be realistic in all cases. You can't be a skinny teenager carrying a mountain backpack filled with magazines, food and water.
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---------------CHARACTER SHEET---------------
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Name:


Age:


Old-Occupation: (What you worked with before the apocalypse)


Personality: (Friendly? Gross? Idiot? Be creative!)


Equipment: (Your gear. Weapons? Vests? Backpacks? Etc...)


Items: (Water bottles? Magazines? Bullet cases? Food? Etc...)


Strengths: (At least 2)


Flaws: (At least 3)


Background History:


Appearance: (Image and Written Details (please, no anime pics. Be realistic))

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If you have any doubts, feel free to post it here or ask me via PM.
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[Waffels]

@bunnyfudanshi @DrCompton @HumansArentReal @The Chosen Undead

 

[Little gasmask]

Name:Benjamin Twither


Age:39


Old-Occupation: Geography teacher


Personality: He is a very jooly folk. He always stays optimstic. But that is his group face, when alone he is a depressed and lonly.


Equipment: Not much. Only double barrled shotgun and a bayonet knife.


Items: Food, some food and map


Strengths: Due to stuying geography he can easily located rivers and lakes. Also given some soil he can identify where it came from(wg near a lake, in a jungle etc...)


flaws: Not the most fittest person, is colourblind so mind have some difficulty finding his way and has constant mood swings when alone.


Background History:Ben was born on a farm so he has some experince with soil. Later in his life he studied abroad and his subject of choice was geography. At around 37 Ben had eveything, a decent job, kids and a wife. All of it has been lost to the virus.


Appearance: 

 

[Best Trekkie.]

Name: Gerald Valfore


Age: 35


Occupation: Civilian Defense Force, VIA, a lower ranking police organization.


Personality: Very VERY solitary.


Equipment: Lee Enfield rifle, Bullet resistant vest, and an Alice pack.


Items: Medpack, One shot of morphine, One MRE, One ammunition case for .30 caliber rounds (holds 55 rounds).


Strengths: In great physical shape, and intelligent.


Flaws: Distrusts ANYONE, HATES being followed, and relies on himself to get things done.


History: Ever since he was a kid Valfore wanted to be part of the civilian defense force. He joined at the age of 23, and had just seen his father die in a car accident. When the apocalypse happened he was one of the men defending the White House. He still feels guilt for not saving the president in time before he turned.


 Appearance: Black hair, Jade green eyes, and white/tan skin.

 

[Best Trekkie.]

hello?

 

[theas]

Name: jalene charlie abana


Age: 17


Old-Occupation: architecture intern (unpaid, mind you)


Personality: jalene, or charlie as she prefers, is a rather reserved person until she sees that you show interest in her and her story. she's intelligent but lacks in academics simply because she is just too lazy to memorize shit like the quadratic formula or the square root of pi. she figures she won't need it anymore, anyways. stubborn as she comes, charlie knows how to follow instructions if she trusts the instinct and wisdom of the instructor. she is drawn to fair play and despite the hell she has seen in the past two years she is not yet swayed by negativity. she admires those who are level-headed, who commands with democracy and fair play, as that is how she sees herself. charlie is rather strong both mentally and physically but is not so great emotionally. but after a little while of mourning or after an emotional occurrence, charlie is able to check herself and get her head back in the game. she is resilient and adaptable to change, something that has been wired in her growing up. she has a hard time trusting people but at the same time can give all the trust in the world. just depends on who it is. she tends to push her limits and abilities because she knows that if she just works hard she can accomplish anything. she can sometimes be lazy though. she is a little passive aggressive to those she feels cannot handle the truth or those who react irrationally, but is honest with her feelings with those she feels can handle the truth. 


Equipment: being a fan of survival stories and a little paranoid, when doomsday came charlie was ready. or, a little close to ready. charlie carries a casual northface backpack which has been her best friend ever since. it packed more than she expected, but being only a small teenager she wasn't able to bring with her everything she thought she needed. charlie isn't a fan of guns despite it's necessity in a situation as such, which is why she keeps a simple glock 17 gen 2 with her. it isn't the most reliable thing in the world but it has saved her life at least twice. because of the scarcity of bullets and the fact that she only uses it in times of dire need, charlie also carries with her a swiss army knife she took from her stepfather on the day the infection reached the city and a 15 inch metal bat she got for her 11th birthday. she also has various kitchen knives both for cooking and killing purposes. she picks them up as she finds them on her way. she also wears a small adidas knapsack bag on top of her backpack (ooc- yes this is possible, this is what i had to do my entire freshman-sophomore year for wrestling) which is the most uncomfortable thing for her armpits but she does it since hey, to survive. 


Items: having picky and somewhat pretentious parents, charlie was able to keep her brita bottle filter water bottle that her mother got her for christmas one year. she was glad that she wasn't too picky about it, or else they'd probably have returned it. she has one filter replacement left, and is currently on the search for another filter, or another filtered water bottle. charlie has two magazines left for her glock which she is saving for as long as possible no matter how heavy her bag gets. she has with her a pack of cucumber, pumpkin, and sweet pea seeds she found outside an abandoned home depot. she has never planted them since she has never stayed anywhere longer than three months but she keeps them just in case a time comes. she currently has four cans of tuna since they are small and not so heavy. charlie has five or six bags of snapea crisps (she can't remember how many she has) as they are her go-to snack and extremely light to carry. she keeps with her an airplane blanket rolled up on the outer strings of her backpack as well as a neck pillow she has tied on the little amount of space left on said strings. she has various packs of gum, mints and candy as that keeps her from thinking she has eaten when she gets hungry. she has several packs of trail mix, some beef jerky, and preserved fruits. they are scattered inside her backpack and her knapsack where she keeps most of her food. charlie also carries with her a 3 foot rope which is way too small for usage but it's sturdy and there may come a time she needs it. she keeps with her her toiletries because she hates the way her teeth feel unbrushed. and because she's a girl she keeps various amount of pads and underwear for that time of the month. she has various other small stupid shit but this paragraph is long already and i'm tired (it's almost 1am for me lol)


Strengths: charlie is a quite above average in terms of physical ability for her age. being a hyperactive kid, she loved sports and it carried with her into her middle school and high school years. she is determined to stay fit because she just likes to look at herself in the mirror and feel proud. she can only achieve this by her strength of endurance and determination. if she wants something, she'll get it. if there's an obstacle, she'll find a way around it no matter how long it takes. charlie has a very good sense of direction and instinct which she has acquired by having an asian mom who enjoyed throwing things at her. she is a quick thinker and a quick learner, as that is how she could survive in her household. her strength mostly is her brain, which she is the most proud of--something you can easily tell after getting to know her for awhile. 


Flaws: let's keep this simple. charlie's main flaws are her sentiment, stubbornness, and over-analyzing of literally anything. she holds value to everything and (almost) everyone. she gives a lot of chances to those she cares about even though they don't deserve it. it can end up badly for her, but in the end she always learns a new lesson. she is quite the stubborn bull and learns most of her lessons the hard way. she tends to justify herself a lot but in time she can realize her faults. just give her her space and time to figure it out for herself. she doesn't like following direction unless the person can prove to her that their way is 100% correct and that they are unbiased and fair. the over-analyzing is rather self explanatory. she has missed some opportunities because of it, and has gotten herself into emotional messes in the past as a consequence. she is working to fix all these things though, as the first step to change is self-awareness which she has achieved to an extent. 


Background History: charlie was 15 when the infection started. she was just a month away from her birthday, and it wasn't the best birthday gift. when her parents heard of the infection they immediately took her out of school and kept her home. they were very vigilant, her step-father on the verge of paranoia in her opinion. she hated it before as it led to many false accusations, but when the infection began she couldn't be more thankful. immediately they stocked up on as much non-perishables as they could, but they were only able to make one run as the infection ravaged through their city after only a few days. charlie wanted to be with her friends, it was less painful seeing them die than her family but of course, she would never be able to see them again. her family managed to leave the city as they decided to head north, the less populated areas of the west coast. for a few months they were able to survive off living in their car, and eventually an RV they picked up, but after a year.. after a year that's when things went south. on their way to the neighboring state of montana, a rather large herd swept through the highway. they were driving on. charlie's stepfather stayed to do what he could, encouraging charlie, her mother, and one and a half year old brother to flee. they weren't able to get very far as the herd separated charlie from her family. there were no screams which indicated that they could have been alive, but she was never able to find out. they were gone for good. from then on it was just her and the supplies on her back. it took her several months to adjust being on her own, and several months to get over the loss of her family. she spent two weeks crying after losing them, any sixteen year old would after being placed in such a terrifying situation. until now she has trouble thinking about that day and those she once loved without tearing or choking up. she has the year on her own venturing along the border of canada and the states. she has absolutely no idea where she is going but the city and state markers help her a bit. she is currently on the northern border of montana and washington, but she doesn't quite know that. 


Appearance: i am pretty lazy right now and because i based her characteristics and background on certain aspects of myself (lol no creativity), i'm just gonna basically make this character me. pictures at @thea_ysabelle on instagram or i guess my profile picture sorta works? lol. anyways, charlie (unlike me) is 5'2". she is fairly slim as she constantly works out to maintain her cardio and to just look good in general. her hair is a dark brown which she mistakes for as black, yet her friends and family insist is just dark brown. her eyes, like most brunettes, match her hair. her hair is shoulder length which she cuts regularly as she does not want her hair to interfere with fighting or attacks. she wears fitted green cargo pants, a pair of worn nike free run 5.0s, a vintage bomber jacket she found in a thrift store in oregon, her mother's company's jacket, and a cap similar to that of mac demarco. she has three pairs of plain shirts that she changes weekly. they vary from maroon, navy blue, and black. she also wears glasses and she hates herself for not taking care of her eyes better. she feels disabled as she cannot see clearly just 6 feet away from her. it's one of her greatest weaknesses, and she hopes to find a living optometrist one day. 

 

[Best Trekkie.]

messed up whoops

 

[idalie]

 
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[SIZE=18.666666666666664px]“Be happy while you’re living, for you’re a long time dead.”[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Name:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Archie Murdoch McKeegan[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Age:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]28[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Old-Occupation: [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Logger (Chokerman)/Woodsman[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Personality:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Archie McKeegan is a tough, lovable and stubborn character. Brought up in the distant highlands of Scotland during his youth, McKeegan holds the traditional values of his homeland close, alongside that of his bloodline, clan, and a fierce will to ride this little ‘Ending of the World’ out to the finish line. Optimistic, if not an excellent mood booster, the boisterous Scotsman is hardly one to fall into a pessimistic pit unless either mauled by cannibals or eaten by the infected. Even then - the upside is not having to think so much about where the next meals coming from. Although an incredibly steadfast, tenacious persona, with an anger large enough to dwarf most men, Archie is truly a kindhearted survivor if ever there was one. Even with the rising suspicion of other humans and remnants of their existence in the new decimated climate, McKeegan is surely nicer than a few. Especially with his own lack of turning upon others, to assure his own survival. In fact, to have made it thus far without sacrificing himself for someone is quite a feat, yet it caused him to reshape himself into a more battle-hardened, rough and diligent endurer. Never one to complain, but rather go hungry and have others fed. Nothing in his opinion should be taken for granted, and nothing should be seen as permanent. Perhaps some lingering resentment festers, after the death of many groups and even the slow guilt and worry that eats away at his gut, not knowing how his family back in Scotland are doing. To be isolated and alone. Nonetheless, this Scotsman has a good memory for plants, mushrooms, and berries. During his years as a logger for the big American companies, the avid outdoorsman found his knowledge put to good use. Lucky as they come, lumberjacks are known to be some of the best little charms for any group, already having to survive one of the most dangerous jobs in the world, thanks to machinery and unsteady forests or surroundings. Either way, he knows his way around, and can effectively work in forested areas.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Equipment: [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]- Swiss Army Knife (Gifted from father to son)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]- Large, but somewhat worn and frayed canvas backpack - salvaged from a camping shop in the beginning.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]- 16 Gauge Double barrel shotgun (Alongside its leather slip)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]- 8 Rounds of 16 Gauge Shells[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]- Old wood axe[/SIZE]
 


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Items: [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]- Water Canteen - Capacity: 0.95L (Currently full)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]- Sewing Kit[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]- Fishing line and hook[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]- Dried rations (Enough for four days)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]- Sleeping bag[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]- One hundred feet of 550 cord rope[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]- Binoculars [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]- A bottle of Scotch saved since the beginning for a ‘Special occasion’. Whatever that might be.[/SIZE]
 


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Strengths:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]- [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Physically weighing 201 lbs, at the height of 6'4" the Scotsman isn’t lacking in strength, nor stature. His job in a labouring industry required most men to keep fit and avoid slacking. During his spare time, Archie was also known to hit the gym, even participating in the highland games Caber Toss. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]- [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Another strength, stemming from his hard work, and area of expertise was amazingly fast reflexes and lack of falter. If a man got caught beneath a tree or machinery, it was by reaction time you could save them. The same is said for various such things as scrambling out the way of falling trees, or over log piles to attach hooks to lug them off by. This somewhat ties into his sharp eyes, and knack for hunting. [/SIZE]



[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Flaws:[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]- Easily angered by sensitive topics, which leave him in a foul and unlogical mood. Usually bordering upon violence, which may break out unless handled delicately. A large, angry Scotsman is never a good thing in any situation.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]- Stubborn and too aloof to admit his flaws, even in the face of adversity. This, and his pride are two of the main weaknesses you might find in his personality. Forever denying both facts, and generally too sarcastic and humorous to get a straight answer about the topics.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]- Due to his absence in school, Archie has bountiful common sense, and intelligence about the land, map reading and identification - even hunting. Although, he is in fact dyslexic. This was only diagnosed during his college years, leaving him with a basic reading level and an extremely practical approach to most situations.[/SIZE]



[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Background History:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Born in the depths of Scotland's Highlands, a small town named Dumfries. It was a traditional little hamlet, made up of nostalgic men and women, festivals strong and clan ties stronger still. The eldest of four siblings, Archie has always been a protective figure, even back when, due to the nature of which he interacted with his brothers and sisters. Protecting them from bullies, and the occasional suitor who made them cry. He’d forever been the one to seek adventure, lacking abilities in the intellectual world, he turned to the mechanical labouring one (much to his father's delight). Apprenticed first to a local carpenter, he decided it was time for a change around the age of twenty-two. Working hard, to leave and move to America for the logging industry, and long lost family. Both of which he found to be an amazing journey - so much so, he stayed. Four years, of undisturbed peace and the joy of hopping lumberyard to lumberyard without a care in the world. Rarely making trips home, but often sending and receiving letters or Skype calls to keep up with the family back home in Scotland. Even then his accent had faded, but those infamous cuss words remained quite the same, as some of his old colleagues could remark. If they managed to survive in any case. McKeegan was twenty-six, by the time the infection hit. Remembering vividly the fall of humanity, watching horrors one should never see - yet so did everyone else whom had managed to come this far. No one was special, no one had a particularly gruesome story to tell. After watching homicide, turn quickly into genocide, cannibalism, plague; who could be phased?[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The only question which remained for Archie was the welfare and state of his family. A burning guilt, of how he should’ve made more effort to see them - and then the comforting thought of well… Scots don’t go down without a fight. Be it bloody and vicious, it was in their veins. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]After civilisation had vanished from the world, men reverting back to beasts, or those clinging onto their humanity, McKeegan met various groups all trying to outlive the plague. Many didn’t. In the end, he preferred a more solitary existence, rather than those who tried banding and rebuilding. For, in the beginning, he knew those people were dreamers. What the world needed was clans, fighters, they needed to stop thinking about the past, trying to recreate it. One should know, that to evolve again, one must be ready to first devolve. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]For a long amount of time, Archie took to the forests as his guides. Keeping himself safe, finding and feeding off the land. Venturing out into the cities and towns only for necessities one might need.[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Appearance: [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Tall, with broad chest and shoulders starting the foundation for his well-built frame. Tattoos decorate his right arm, from shoulder to wrist in varying patterns, all containing different meanings. Sandy, brownish locks of thick hair, uncut and rough, reach the nape of his neck whilst a thick beard encases a strong and sturdy jaw. Set beneath his brows, sit eyes of deep, smouldering  hazel, flecked by green and grey - only accentuated by the curving cheekbones of his face, offering a more bear-like appearance than anything else. Angular nose, somewhat slightly crooked from fighting gone wrong and lack of medical attention, alongside all the little scars which litter his body. Large calloused hands signify his life dedicated to a laborious job, and his ability to survive such a new climate of hostility. His attire mostly consists of threadbare jeans, holes in the knees and held up by knotted rope, over which a long sleeve shabby thermal t-shirt is worn, which is usually covered by a thick, real leather jacket. Normally, smeared with filth and dirt, from lack of facilities during the apocalypse, and general hunting and hiding techniques which require one to mask their smell and look through camouflage. [/SIZE]


 

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[DrCompton]

Julian "Jules" Compton


Age


 25


Old-Occupation


 Police Officer


[SIZE= 18px]Personality[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 18px] [/SIZE]On the edge of losing his sanity


Equipment: 


-9mm Beretta Pistol


-Police Ballistic Vest, very worn, ceramic plates discarded.


-SWAT Backpack, also worn, but durable enough.


Items


 Two magazines for the pistol, 1 with 8 rounds, the 2nd empty.


A canteen half full of water, and two additional plastic bottles both full.


A small can of pepperspray, almost empty


a can opener


3 cans of beans.


a metal spork, probable his most prized possession 


Strengths


+A decent shot with his pistol, however he only aims for the chest since thats what he was trained to do.


+In above average shape


Flaws


-Slowly starting to lose his mind, due to stress and loss


-A poor leader


-Not book smart


Background History


Jules was your high school jock stud, playing football good enough to get a college scholarship to a small school. While he played four decent years in college it was obvious that the college level would be the highest he would go when it came to football. He returned to his home city and applied for the police force, becoming a cop at the age of 22. Shortly after getting accepted to the  Dallas Police Department, he was married to his high school sweetheart, who stuck with him through college.


Fast Forward to the start of the apocalypse a year later; when the calls started coming in about drugged up people attacking others and biting them, Jules knew he was in for a long night. He just didn't realize the nightmare would never end. Jules remembered his partner mentioned about the scary posts on Facebook, but the major news outlets hadn't reported anything so he just thought it was some joke. When they pulled up to the first call, Jules realized it wasn't a joke. The next 10 hours of Jules' life were the longest hours of his life. The various police departments in the DFW Metroplex, united under guidance of the Dallas Police Chief, tried their hardest to keep control over the city, but it seemed that for every one Zed they killed, they lost 10 cops. For 10 long hours, the police fought for the city, but by 4 AM, the headquarters had been overran, and at the point Jules had to get to his family.


Most people today will tell you that the bandits are more dangerous than the Zeds. Jules could have told you that from day one. When he got to his house, he saw the door was kicked in already. He pulled his pistol and entered his house. He heard her screaming, and then the gunshot followed by silence. The next voices he heard were men, talking about how she was still warm enough to be used. The next minutes that follow are a blank in Jules' mind, he only remembers waking up covered in blood, the bodies of the men who'd killed and raped his wife were a mucky mess, a lead pipe that one of the men had brought with them, covered in bits and pieces of skull and brain near them.


Appearance

5'9"


175 Lbs


Reddish-Brown hair, dark brown eyes.

 

[Waffels]

@Little gasmask I'll have to say. Your sheet isn't the greatest things of all. You need a lot mor of details and character development. I'll say No, but if you edit it and make an improvement, I might approve you.


@Mr Kraz You disrespected Rule #11, and the only rule in the actual RP Page. I had to make another thread because you posted without permission, and nobody removed your posts. I'm sorry, but I'll say No.


@thea ysabelle Wonderful sheet, personality and details. Approved.


@HumansArentReal Marvelous. We're getting a bad ass viking-like survivor. I'm liking this already. Approved.


@DrCompton I mean, you almost broke Rule #11, but you are ok. I'll say yes, but only because your character is beautifully developed. Approved.


Listen up guys. I'm waiting for @bunnyfudanshi to make it's CS, so we can start this already. Do not post in the Actual RP page YET. I'll confirm when it's ready to go. For now, just keep yourselves up to date with this page. I'll most likely post something when we're starting it.


Keep in mind we still are open for more characters, so if someone wants to join still, no worries.

 

[BunBun]

Name: Pandora Everstein






Age: 26


Old-Occupation: Regular dead beat sales clerk in a mom-pop operation


Personality: Violent and self absorbed, the past two years were harsh yet thrilling for her. She loves to manipulate people against each other and is amazed that this group somehow has not succumb to her ways and actually took her in. Maybe life in the post apocalyptic world isn't all cut throat as it seems.


Equipment: Satchel. A machete and leg holster on her left leg. Two H&K USP Matchs and a hand grenade she stole from her old gang (will use it when the time comes).


Items: Satchel of necessity such as jar full of "creme de HUAH", red eye liner, eyeshadow, small bottle of rubbing alcohol, power bars, two metal canteen with her last supply of water, fold-able map, two small cases of ammunition, watch with built-in compass and in her boots a giant leg holster with a machete she snatched from her ex-bandit gang member. AND! Two H&K USP Matchs to make her feel like Lara Croft from Tomb Raiders.


Strengths: Enthusiastic over maiming strangers like her games, female that can dupe a man that has not seen one of her kind in a while and rob him blind; knows bandits and how they act.


Flaws: Can't see far off without squinting, her sight fuzzy when doing long range and making her head hurt for a bit. Left handed so slow on her reaction time on her right. Great at distracting but not so much in escaping, she can get a bit carried away.


Background History: In her "warped" mind, she has herself believe that all her life had built up to this moment in time. All the late night watching horror, gore and post apocalyptic movies, the Resident Evil and survival games, her crazy uncle Lu and his crazy talk of gnomes in his lawn and making her shoot them when she was under his care. All of it led to her survival while the world was crumbling. She was quite happy that her existent now had meaning.


Before the virus spread it was all routine and bleak living. "It was like not dying" she once said. Raised by a detached but good parents, she turned her outlet from sweet homely girl to rebellious to gain something else that was missing. It didn't seem to float for her parents and the next moment, she saw them pray for her to get rid of the "sickness" and revert back to the "girl they used to know". Offended, she fell deeper into her punk attitude and going into more unnatural things for a girl at that time such as gaming, going out, smoking and shooting. It was all good and fun until at the age of 18. Her parents had scraped enough money and shipped her off to catholic school. She detested it: her school, family and kids. She persevered though and as she hit her twenty's, she came to become a bleak nobody yearning for some more excitement in their life.


Pandora wanted something ripped out of a movie or game she played and it came finally in the form of a virus that wiped out the world. She was prepared though and quickly gathered supplies and a truck. Somehow, along her travels she befriended a group of bandits and for a year and a half stayed with them until she felt she could do things solo and so she siphoned their gas and left them with all their things in tow. The only one she would miss would be AJ but he was an ass to her and harassed her every moment he could. Now currently, she is on route to anywhere and everywhere.  


Appearance: Gothic and alternative clothing adorn her from her neck down, covering her pasty white skin. Her once vibrant red and flame orange hair has now dulled and crudely cut into a catastrophic mess. Not tall in nature (only at 138 cm), she wears these complex dominatrix boots to give her height, make her stylish in an apocalyptic world and comfort as they were the last thing she purchased post new Z-world (they have been worn enough times that she can walk, run, dash, defend without hurting her but it has been worn so much that it has holes in soles and frayed). Her once long and painted nails have turned to chipped, different sized nails with dirt and grime under her nails. The only thing she partakes in that is remotely sanitary is her piercing which she keeps clean from infection. Because of her prior life, she had adopted tribal look to make her feel somewhat inside her RPG games, even going so far as to mixing in ashes of zombies she has killed to make her blend in... scent wise (calls it "creme de HUAH"). Her arm contains a tribal mark done by her last boyfriend who she had the honors to kill (cheated on her and was turned unknowingly, what irony). Her eyes aren't strong enough but she can see just fine. Only in far off distance can she not see.

Spoiler

(imagine it black and more worn out from her use of it as a weapon)

Adam Jr. (AJ) Dwaight was her best friend and leader of the BanditZ (unoriginal, I know.... don't rub it in)

@TheWolffe Is she accepted?

Watch this if you don't mind crude humor and such. Just thought it would be funny... I'll take it down if after a while.

 

[midnightrose]

[SIZE= 18px]Name: Megan armada[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 18px]Age: 19[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 18px]Old-Occupation: student[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 18px]Personality: She has major trust issues and isn't friendly at first. She tends to warm up once she gets to know you.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 18px]Equipment: Two hunting knifes and a simple backpack [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 18px]Items: She has two water bottles and one empty one. She has two cans of peaches and one can of beans. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 18px]Strengths: She has a high pain tolerance, pretty good at carrying heavy things[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 18px]Flaws: Can't run for more than an hour because she has a hard time catching her breathe, doesn't get enough sleep due to nightmares so she almost always tired , doesn't eat much so she's skinny[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 18px]Background History: Megan grew up with a single mom. Her dad left when she was 5. Her mom began to drink a lot and started using drugs. When Megan turned 10 her mother began to hit her for the slightest things. Everyday after she got home from school her mother would beat her till she past out drunk. Megan has been hit with anything and everything , beer bottles, lamps, etc.. Megan has scars on her back , arms and legs. When this all started her mom didn't make it a day. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 18px]Appearance: [/SIZE]


light blue hair ussally braided light blue eyes and a lip piercing scars on her back arm and legs.

 

[(sic)]

Bump so I won't lose this

 

[Waffels]

Ok. I'm finishing up the last plot details, so I might as well take a look over here.


@bunnyfudanshi You are definitely Approved. Your character looks overly interesting in the Apocalypse scenario.


@midnightrose I will give ya the benefit of the doubt. You see, you need to develop the character a little more, and I need to remind you, that this RP requires details in its posts, so we can all have a joyful time. You are Approved.