Human Sacrifice

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Wolf is very quiet but manipulative. he doesn't tend to speak his mind, but he thinks badly of a lot of others.. however when confronted he will savagely defend himself, and often gets hurt in the crossfire. hes very protective of those he loves and will recklessly put himself in harms way to protect them, even if his life was in danger. he will fight until he can't stand. he has low self-esteem and often questions why he was bought into the world and for what purpose. whatever that is, he still doesn't know. even though he is very guarded towards others, his reasoning behind it is that he has difficulty trusting others after past events. he sees the worst in others, and will be quick to judge off of first impressions. aside from his hostility that he feels for strangers, he can be caring and humorous on rare occasions. he can be sweet, but he isn't easily swayed and ordered around. he tends to hide his more caring personality from the world and will only fade into that conscience around those he trusts as he fears hurting them. he values his own life very little, and figures it is better carrying out the orders of others than to lead his own life as he feels he would have no clue how to lead it.


Wolf enjoys,
Swimming, peace and quiet, Cuddling [secret], summer weather, creatures with dark fur, and his two dogs. He dislikes, repetitive questions or sounds, snow, rain, and being insulted or downgraded.


He was a parkourist before the world went to sh!t. He used to parkour with his 'best-friend' Connor, before the two got split when their group was attacked by hostile humans. He is all alone now, and plans to keep it that way. He has a cold heart now due to losing his past lover during the raid. He will never forgive Connor for what he had done.


He has two dogs, One was his past lovers, Her name being Sheena. A Pit-bull Boxer mix, And his purebred Belgian shepherd, Big-Foot.



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@?Lost_In_Paradise?


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"My name is Meredith. Meredith Caine. I'm nineteen. My favourite food is canned peaches. Hmm. Anything else you want to know? Because I think you have to get to know me yourself. If I had to say, I'd think myself a tiny bit agressive. I mean, I carry a sword. It's not hard for me to overreact and stab something I shouldn't. I used to like computers. I love my sword... I'm very, very afraid of fire and small spaces. That's all I'm going to tell ya. I mean, I just met you. Bit creepy."





{That was in charector. You'll learn more about her in-roleplay.}
 
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♥Lost_In_Paradise♥ & Meredith


There is no character sheet, It slightly hard to explain. You create a paragraph about your character like Their name then picture then you can describe their past, age, talents, pets, etc. Everything that is important about your character. I'll post mine as an example, then you guys can change your above posts into your paragraphs. Sound good?(:
 

Adeline Rose


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"My name is Adeline Marie Rose... I am 19 years old, born and raised in Manhattan, New York. I used to have a nice family... Two twin brothers who barely reached the ages of 3, and my beautiful parents, Evan and Clara. We went camping every summer to a place called the Indian lake. My dad barbecued hamburgers like he always did, while I played with my little brothers in that cool, spring water my mother used to loved. But that was before the outbreak, when everything was somewhat normal. I can hardly even remember their faces. It's all a distant memory now."


"They came in hordes. Sprinting and crawling across the ground like animals. It seemed we were the last to know of the virus that hit New York... My parents were dead by the time I could scream. I tried to get my brothers out of that bloodbath, but Johnny tripped over a tree branch. He was gone in seconds at the clutches of those monsters. Liam died shortly after. I was the only one that got out alive, and I regretted that more than anything."



Before the outbreak, Adeline was a carefree and outgoing girl. She had a fiery passion for exploring new things, and was described as 'curious as a cat'. She was the life of the party, always being the first person to cheer someone up when they were down. She looked at the positive side of things, and tried to help others see that side too. But, that was when humans didn't crave flesh. After her family died, Adeline drew further and further into herself as she spent her days alone. Her cheery demeanor evaporated into a more untrustworthy and quiet one. Adeline hardly speaks now, and the only thing she wants from life is to survive. Of course, she has a secret longing to find another survivor. But she would never admit that, now would she?


(Just for fun.... Here's her theme song:


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"Hey. Name's Jordan-Alec Carr. Not that it really matters, considering how this world it now. I'm pretty much alone - my mom and dad are gone, and I have no idea where my brother Ben went off too. I think he's dead. But then again - he could be alive. Mom and dad enjoyed camping out, they were outdoor kind of people, and to be honest, I kind of enjoyed it too. But turned out to be disastrous, 'pparently the outbreak's borders where closing in on where we were camping, which happened to be a hour or so away from the house. So you probably can imagine what happened next. After that, I drove my dad's car even though I was still on my learner's, and drove outta that hellhole. The things caught up a day later. They're pretty slow at walking, and I don't think they can run or jog. They're pretty terrifying looks-wise, though."





Jordan, or Alec, and if you really want to annoy him, Jordan-Alec, is 17. He is rather serious and has a lame sense of humour. His jokes are cringe-worthy enough to possibly make you laugh, but he doesn't really have a reason to tell jokes anymore. He's very athletic, with his parents being outdoor people he's gone on a lot of hikes, entered a lot of track races and swims during his leisure time. Despite this, he's pretty lost and really can't do anything productive without instructions from another he respects, and when he has no clear goal he tends to wander around until his brain thinks of something. This flaw has lead him into a lot of dangerous situations, and his reaction time is not as high as an athletic human being's meant to be. His seriousness and concentration when set with a task makes up for it, but he knows he can never be a leader.


Perhaps it was the outbreak, but Jordan's once flirtatious and fun personality broke and he now tends to be quiet serious and stoic and sarcasm is something that's registered in his vocabulary again and again and again. He has a soft spot for desserts, yet he doesn't have much access at all to them, and cats, one which he found a stray kitten while travelling by himself. It's name is Benedict, named after his brother. Jordan dislikes sour food, the cold, and the
things, with all his might. He enjoys anything athletic, and now light more than anything.





EXTRA:


Benedict.


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His backpack's contents:


- Flashlight (halfway to dying).


- One Coca Cola can.



- 3 band-aids.



- 2 pills of Panadol.



- A steak-knife.



- One can of baked beans.



- A quarter-full water bottle.



[this is the left-overs from his camping backpack, plus a few things he gathered at his house once he got back]

 
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Hello Mate?....The name is Arnold Short. I am 48 years old and I live on my own...after the world changed. My wife and my son both died by.....Those things. I am living alone in a Cabin in a Remote, place near the city. Those things are Flourishing in the city...wasnt safe there. Thats how i ended up in the mountains with my dog "Bo". Shes the only family i have left sadly.


Arnold, or Arnold Short ,for full name. He is a Musky and Dirty looking man, that is kind and brave. He is very good at forgetting things....and loves to travel but he has problems with his leg. He dosent like, humour and you can make him seriously angry. He is very tall and fat figure and he is 6ft 3. Arnold has a beutiful wife an kid.....until the virus came.


Arnold's only family now, is his dog "Bo" wich is a young Siberian husky. Arnold has know clue how the whole virus happened or what causes it. He is a highly trained man, from being a Seargent in the National Guard.



Bo


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His Bag Items:


Can of Spam [1]


Musket ammo [4]



Dog food [3]



Family pictures [1]



Hunting Knife [1]



Old Musket strapped on back [1]






 

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"My name is Tabitha Rowe and I'm seventeen years old."



Tabitha was working a high school internship program at the local hospital when it happened. She'd been standing behind the pharmacy counter, delivering some files from the doctor she was assigned to when a bloodcurdling scream echoed down the hall from the E.R. One was quickly followed by more. An injured trauma patient had changed, bitten and torn up by one of them. Now he had turned.


"I don't think I'd ever moved so fast in my entire life when that thing made its way down the hall, E.R. nurses stumbling all over the place in front of it... I leapt over the counter and down the opposite hall to the emergency staircase in what had to be a good five seconds off my fastest time."


Before the world fell apart, Tabitha was the star of the girl's track team. She ran hurdles and had been since middle school. Besides that she made good grades, kept up with what was going on, ran into a bit of a problem with alcohol and the law a few months ago but nothing major.


"Let me off with a warning... Don't really have much more to say about that."


Her personality has shifted into a state of constant suspicion. Though she hasn't run into any other survivors yet, she doesn't know if she wants to. Apocalyptic television shows and movies have her thinking they'll all be pillagers, if there's anyone else left.


"What if they kill me for my stash or, geeze, I don't know."


Before escaping the hospital that first day Tabitha, or Tabby as her mom used to say, managed to empty her school backpack and grab these things from a second floor storeroom.


• 3 large packages of gauze


• 2 rolls of bandages


• 1 tube of Neosporin


• 1 box of Tylenol


• 1 sterilized package of small surgical instruments (scalpel, scissors, etc.)


• 1 bottle of rubbing alcohol


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(Is it still okay if I enter?)


"My name is Sara Delila."


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"Um, I don't really know what to say... I'm 23, 5'9", I like alternative music, writing, anime + manga, drawing, especially people, photography, and non-biting, quiet dogs."


"My parents were killed by the monsters, and my older brother is still out there somewhere. I'm hoping he's trying to make his way to me, trying to find me, and that he doesn't think I'm dead. I've been living in my parent's house, never having the courage to leave the house. I'm going to leave our house for the first time today, going to try and find him, my brother."


"I'm kind hearted, always willing to help people with anything (except for anything involving blood or injury. I can't stand blood). I usually never get it when people are playing a joke on me or being sarcastic. I don't scare easily, but I am afraid of heights and bees. But I'm not afraid to fight, for myself or the people I care about."



"I'm wearing black jeans and a black tank top with a dark red jacket and dirty red Converse All-Stars. And I carry my dad's rifle w/4 cartridges.



In my bag I have:



1 Roll of gauze and the special tape.



1 Flashlight w/ 2 double A batteries.



1 Fire-starter.



1 Bottle of water (my last).



1 Jar of pickles.



1 Can of chilli.



1 Small pocket knife w/corkscrew/nail file/bottle opener.



1 Extra shirt.



1 Exrta pair of blue jeans.



1 Cotton blanket.



1 Digital camera w/2 fully charged double A batteries.


 
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