Living In Wastelands An Apocalyptic Roleplay

Crystalline

Crystalline

Pessimistic Optimist

@W a s t e , @L u n a , @DeijiiChan , @Tsukaiza , @Volitaire ,

@storm3510 , @AiDee , @Kiosk , @Kal ♥[/font]

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So, here's the deal, guys.


Not everyone can be the awesome hybrids.


I'm going to be allowing 16 people into the RP to start off with.


8 of those people will be humans, and 8 will be hybrids.


4 of the eight will be male, the others female.


I like to keep it even, ya know?


Here are the Hybrids:


(Hybrids can transform into either a fox, dog, cat, or rabbit.)


(Open Female Slots = 1)


(Open Male Slots = 1)


(1)


Evermore Holloway


Crystalline♥


(2)


Alice Navo


AbraxasNine


(3)


Ciel


Amityvillager


(4)


...


(5)


Adrian Heller


W a s t e


(6)


James Wilson


The J


(7)


Jasper Black


roboblu


(8)


...


Here are the Humans:


(Open Female Slots = 1)


(Open Male Slots = 2)

(1)


Mariya Nagasaki


DeijiiChan


(2)


Shard


Veirrianna Valentine


(3)


~Reserved~


Aidee


(4)


...


(5)


Magus Aldricht


Tsukaiza


(6)


Hiroyama Masaru


Facethelight


(7)


...


(8)


...


For all those reserving spots, if you don't have a drafted sheet up within 48 hours of reserving, I'll give your spot away to someone else~


Also, if you don't finish your drafted sheet within 48 hours upon drafting, I'll also give your reserve away to someone else~


(Should they finish a decent sheet before you.)


Race against time!


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Now, with the character sheet, you can mix up the style.


From tabs to listing to whatever you want to do; I don't really care, honestly.


Just make it pretty, and make sure you include these details.


Items with a * by it are optional.


Appearance:


(Anime pictures only, please. If a hybrid, also include your animal appearance.)


Name:


(What is your character called?)


*Aliases:


(Do they have any nicknames?)


Age:


(16+. Children will be NPCs.)


Race:


(Human or Hybrid?)


Gender:


(Is your character male or female?)


Weapons:


(You may have up to three.)


*Likes:


(What catches your characters fancy?


*Dislikes:


(What does your character detest?)


Personality:


(What is your character like, personally? Must be a paragraph description.)


*Biography:


(What was their life like before all this? May be revealed later~)


Other:


(Anything else you may be forgetting?)


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~Evermore Holloway~




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Hybrid female spot for me, please! ^^






  • What you should probably know~

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    Name:

    Alice Navo

    Aliases:

    Alice has many aliases, used for different situations. 'Navi' 'Nin' and randomly 'Sparky'

    Gender:

    Female

    Age:

    17

    Race:

    Hybrid

 
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A d r i a n


H e l l e r

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Name:

Adrian Heller




Aliases:

N / A

Age:

22

Race:

Hybrid




Gender:

Male




Weapons:

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Adrian carries two of these lovely little semi-automatic pistols, each complete with built-in laser sight attachments and 21 rounds per magazine. He normally carries around eight magazines, four back-up magazines for each pistol.

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And, of course, his melee weapon is this beautiful sword, along with a nice carrier when not being used.

Likes:

> Killing walkers {as he calls them} <


> Being outside <


> Winning an argument <


> Close friendship <


> Venting anger <


> Working hard <


> Keeping himself busy <


> Feeling nostalgia <


> Knives <


> Cats <


> The sky at night <

Dislikes:

> The killing/abuse of non-infected animals <


> The killing/abuse of children <


> Leaving people behind <


> Exclusion <


> Idleness <


> Being alone <




Personality:

Adrian, after a long, long time of suffering, loss, and pain, has been molded into an angry person, filled with hate for the creatures roaming around and, in turn, natural unpleasantness towards the living as well. For reasons of his own, you'll find that Adrian is very spiteful towards most of the living, with sarcastic habits and bad-tempered attitudes. As long as he's conscious, he'll do his damn best to not show weakness; he's as hard-headed and stubborn as you can get 'em. He's very quick-tempered, and when you set him off, don't doubt that he won't try to kill you. With his guns, with his sword, with his hands, even, he'll try to hurt you. The blood-lust you'll see is nothing to joke about; when he engages combat with zombies or humans, he doesn't hold back, and that's mainly how he releases his suppressed anger - through violence, through blood. But, despite all of these qualities, friendship and showing kindness is quite possible, just only in the presence of certain and special people. His weaknesses, those listed in his dislikes, can cause him to hesitate or change attitudes {or if he sees/knows they're happening, send him into a frenzied rage}, and friends - well, they get to see emotions he doesn't show that often, to put basically. One of his downfalls is his unwillingness to let people or things go. He often gets himself into very dangerous situations, since he always puts his friends ahead of himself; because without his friends, and people he loves to surround him, life doesn't have meaning to him.




Biography:

To be revealed.




Other:

N/A
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  • Name: Mariya Nagasaki

    *Aliases: Butterfly

    Age: 21 ( Looks young for her age though )

    Height: 5'4

    Weight: 100+ lbs ( Why tell you~ )

    Race: Human





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  • Name:


    Ceil, just Ceil. She forgot the rest.





    Aliases:


    Foxtrot





    Age:


    17


    Race:


    Hybrid, fox.





    Gender:


    Female
 
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@Crystalline? He's all done~





  • Name: Magus Aldricht


    Gender: Male


    Age: 21


    Race: Human


 
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Appearance:

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Name:


Hiroyama, Masaru


*Aliases:


Sev


Age:


26


Race:


Human


Gender:


Male


Weapons:


A P99 pistol with a couple of magazines filled with hollowpoint




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*Likes:


Being around anything that can be considered "alive" under these new circumstances, other than that, steak and long walks on the beach obviously.


*Dislikes:


Other than things out to kill him, anyone that acts too cocky in ratio to their actual skill or knowledge, basically someone who acts like they're invincible, yet will be the one who perishes first


Personality:


Being a trained scout for the military he can be very stern and strict around people who he thinks should respect him, though when he sees that as pointless or he knows them, he lets his true feelings show. These feelings although, are mostly anger and hitting things at the situation of humanity closely coming to an end, and him thinking there's a slim opening of a door that they have to fit through to survive; speaking metaphorically. He knows how to conserve ammo, but in these situations, looting off others seems to be an important action to him, afterall, if people carry it, it probably means something. That being said, he doesn't shoot other survivors on sight, he's not a complete raider, he is a trained marine afterall, and one that isnt disrespectful, but if someone even attempts to fight him, he'll be going all out.


*Biography:


He was at a military camp preparing to fight these things, him and his squad were getting in the helicopter to try and save some civilians before this all went to shit. As they were flying in the city territory, far overhead, one of his teammates started to act...funny. Not the comedic funny either, the funny feeling you get as you watch your friend have a seizure during a helicopter ride high above the sky during a damn apocalypse. The others tried to hold him down as they wondered why he was reacting so badly, until they found out he had used toxins to commit suicide before they reached the destination, before they even got on the helicopter really, he thought it was instant but had to deal with the pain until his demise...


Which leads to much of the squad dying. As they tried to hold him down, it was a concealed helicopter, without the sun or anything shining through, just a little dim light inside the cabin, the darkness kept him powerful, and fended all of the others off, stunning them. During the confusion of getting back up, the infected marine tried attacking the pilot, and sadly enough the pilot didnt die from the monster, but rather himself, as he tried using his emergency pistol to fend him off, but the zombie had tackled him, moving his hand as he pulled the trigger with the barrel right to his chin. Masaru could barely focus inside the now spiraling helicopter, which the back ramp had lowered down as the pilots corpse hit the release on it. The marines that didn't hang onto something had flew out and died on the impact of the inertia impacting them into the concrete below.


Masaru was lucky enough to hold on with a couple others, but they were heading right for a tall building... Masaru had lost his strength at the last second as they were about to impact and he had flown out as-well, but the speed kept him moving forward and crashed through the glass of the tall building, the helicopter crashing through the floor about 2 floors above him, but bringing it down through multiple rooms and levels, ending up in the same one as Masaru...


He was the last one alive, the helicopter was shredded from the metal and the structures girders, what was left of his comrades was left on the upper floors in parts or in the helicopter as a splat of blood. He could just barely hear one last soldier screaming in pain, but getting quieter, he could barely move himself, he tried his hardest to crawl over to his comrade, but couldnt make it half across the room before the other soldier went silent. He really was all alone now, a member of a scouting squad of around ten or twelve at times...


He went from squad member seven...to one.





Other:


He's quite trained in light-firearms, such as pistols or smg's. Basically as armed as some stupid scientists or something
 
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Appearance:


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Name:


James Wilson


*Aliases:


Nurp


Age:


18


Race:


Hybrid


Gender:


Male


Weapons:


His primary weapon is a set of large, steel-tipped darts, along with his atlatl, essentially a stick with a hooked bit on the end to allow him to throw with more power and accuracy.

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He also carries a handgun for when he doesn't need to be subtle, just deadly, and he also has a large hunting knife for all sorts of different uses, including combat.


*Likes:


He enjoys sweet foods quite a lot. If you take him to a sweet shop, he's... well, like a kid in a sweet shop. He also enjoys hunting wild animals, although he has precious little chance to do that now that most animals are turned to zombies.


*Dislikes:


Onions. God damn onions. He'll eat them, seeing as he needs to take any food he can, but he'll absolutely detest every single bite of the meal. He also dislikes having anything lost. Be that a friend, a possession, anything, he'll be seriously pissed for a while after.


Personality:


He's mostly an honest, good guy. He will try to help people he meets, within practicality, and share his food with them. If he meets an uninfected dog or such, he would try to help it, fix up an injury of its, for example, but he knows he couldn't take care of it himself, so he tries not to keep pets. If he had to do something such as shoot someone dying in the head, he would be in tears for a short while after. If a friend of his died, he'd never forgive himself, getting into a cycle of self-blame. This happened once, and he nearly tried to kill himself.


He would never wilingly try to steal from someone, even if they're someone terrible, who tries to kill him even. He just feels too wrong about it.


Despite being such a moral person, he is certainly a coward. Even though he's a super-strong, super-fast hybrid, he would rather run away than face a couple of zombies. If he sees a person, he's very, VERY careful to make sure that they're not going to cause him trouble, usually stalking them for half a day or so.


*Biography:


To be revealed.


Other:


Stupid scientists...


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Name:


"Haven't the foggiest mate, but if I remember, I'll be the first to know."


*Aliases:


"Nah, none at all. Y'know, since I can't remember my name and all."


Shard


Age:


20


Race:


"Two eyes, one nose, ten fingers and ten toes."


Human


Gender:


"Well, last time I checked..."


Female


Weapons:


"Noise attracts many things... this is rarely a good thing these days."


Compound Bow and a tactical axe and a karambit.


*Likes:


"Usually I expect a drink bought first..."


Music, the rain, 60 to 70 degree weather.


*Dislikes:


"I swear to god you put that thing near me and I'll snap your neck!"


Spiders.


Personality:


"The cutest, most innocent thing this side of everywhere else. That said, eff off before I put a broadhead in your leg."


After numerous close calls and run ins with raiders, Shard has developed a natural tendency to be rude, confrontational and defiant to others. Still suffering from certain 'encounters' that had been had with raiders, Shard also has a strong distrust of males, and becomes violent if one attempts to touch her. Outside of those quirks, Shard is relatively easygoing and quick to laugh. Ingenuitive, she rarely doesn't have a backup plan incase everything goes sideways. Once she has befriended someone, she becomes fierce in their protection, as she is also somewhat overprotective of things she begins to deem hers. (Including friends) Shard is an amnesiac.


*Biography:


"So, I wake up in a pile of busted glass, no idea what's what. First thing I do is walk into a outdoor store. Guns everywhere, but the thing that stuck out to me most was the bow. Picked it up, and I realised I knew everything about it. So, before this? I guess I was into archery."


The above is mostly a lie.


What she doesn't speak of is the indeterminate amount of time she spent as a plaything at the abusive hands of raiders before she broke free of her bindings and killed them all by beating them to death with the chains that had once kept her prisoner to their sadistic whims.


After gathering what supplies she could, Shard desperately fought to stay out of a depression before trying to drive a rare, still functioning vehicle into a lamppost in a suicidal fit.


Shard flew through the window, but survived. Upon reawakening, she knew nothing of her life before her suicide attempt. Through a number of dreams Shard has regained only the worst parts of her memory through nightmares involving her former captivity.


Unknown to her, she was to compete in the next olympic games as an archer. Will slowly remember things depending on certain settings or comments made.


Other:


Multiple ear piercings, two rings in the left eyebrow, one in the right. Tongue stud and shark bites. Large amount of scars on legs, arms and back and stomach, many appear to be shallow, purposefully inflicted knife wounds or whip marks. Nothing fancy, like say, horns or wings. Would have been cool, but there was a lack of mad geniuses and an over abundance of stupid scientists.


Appearance:


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Name:

Jasper "Jazz" Black

Age:

18

Race:

Hybrid, feline

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Gender:

Male

Weapons:

Jazz was never trained in the art of combat; he doesn't know how to use a sword, or accurately fire a gun. He does, however, know sports, and is particularly fond of baseball bats, hockey sticks, and golf clubs. ... Especially baseball bats, hockey sticks, and golf clubs covered in barbed wire and rusty nails.

Likes:

Food, sleep, and pretty girls (he is, after all, still a teenager)​


Thunderstorms, to mask his scent and sound from roaming zombies

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His older brother Theodore, age 21

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Daylight, for obvious reasons

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Being in his feline form, as it feels safer than his human form

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Feeling clean and organized

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Honesty and sincerity

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Dislikes:

  • The night- although in cat form he can usually evade zombies pretty well

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  • Feeling trapped, lost, or confused

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  • People, due to a bad experience resulting in the death of his brother

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  • Fire, although it does keep zombies at bay

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  • Open spaces

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  • Loud noises

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  • Feeling dirty or grimy with sweat

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Personality:

Once upon a time, before the outbreak started and his world turned to hell, Jazz was a hard-working, friendly, and intelligent kid who did the best he could to survive- and succeed. He and his brother worked two, three jobs apiece to support their single mom, and never once uttered a complaint against the injustice of their situation (though they easily could have). Despite everything in life working against him, Jazz possessed the courage and ambition to keep moving forward. He had a future. He had goals, and friends, and a family to support. He had a life waiting for him, and would have been one of those "start from nothing" miracle stories you hear CEO's and presidents advertising at every available opportunity. Jazz could have done it. But fate had other plans.

After the outbreak, when Jazz and his brother first started living alone, the two strained to maintain their integrity, their drive ... their purpose to live. However, after bad turned to worse, Jazz found himself unable to remember the bright kid he used to be. Nowadays he is cold and mistrustful, with frayed wits and a heavily tarnished sense of sanity. Beneath the grime, sweet ol' Jazz may still exist, but it will take some major tender loving care to restore the teen to his charming, caring former self.

Biography:

As before mentioned, Jazz was happy, once, despite a rough childhood. His dad deserted the family shortly after Jazz was born, leaving his single mother (Amanda) to raise two young children on her own. The Black family did alright; Theodore and Jasper never had much, but they had what they needed to survive, and it was enough. Both boys started working at age 14 to help pay the bills, and the little family flourished. Amanda was eventually promoted, and the Black trio lived happily together for many years.

Jazz was intent on being the first of his family to go to college, and had just received a full ride to NYU when the plague exploded across New York. In some way or another, Amanda caught the virus within the first few days of the citywide panic; she was quick to go, though luckily Theo and Jazz were quick to catch on. They packed bags, grabbed a baseball bat (for Theo) and a hockey stick (for Jazz), and locked their mother in their apartment, understanding that the real mother they both knew and loved was dead.

After that, the boys' fight for survival took on a whole new level. They scavenged for supplies during the day, and found places to hide at night. Using their makeshift weapons, they fought off zombies and criminals, though using violence only when necessary. And after a few days on the run, the brothers began to notice a change in themselves; not only were they becoming harder, tougher kids, but they were also undergoing a physical metamorphosis. Theo put on muscle mass, his canines growing and sharpening, while Jazz became leaner and stealthier, his footsteps becoming effortlessly silent. In a few short weeks, and on the same day, the brothers discovered they had the ability to shape-shift; Theo, into an enormous, sandy-colored mutt, and Jazz into a ginger tomcat. They said little on the subject, too exhausted and weary to question any new aid to their collective survival.

Soon the boys attracted the attention of an all-male settlement on the north side of the city. Theo and Jazz were swiftly recruited into this "Brotherhood" of survivors, though beneath the surface, this seemingly-well-meaning band of men were more sinister than either brother could imagine.

Days turned into weeks, and the brothers became content in their new home. It wasn't perfect by any means, but the Brotherhood provided them with safety. Or so they thought. In the span of one fiery night, everything changed, leaving Jazz alone and without his brother.

The events of that night scarred Jazz so deeply and completely that, little by little, he began to lose his sanity. Meandering the streets alone, he grows hungry and tired, but forgets how to find food and shelter. He can't seem to get a grip on reality, muttering random phrases, singing snatches of old songs, and performing odd rituals that scare off any potential companions. It is a miracle that the hybrid has not been found and killed yet, but luck seems to be on his side- and somewhere deep inside, Jazz knows he has to find safety once again.

Of course, it would be easier if he only knew how to get there.

Other:

Jazz and Theo had a sort of mantra they always repeated; "Stupid scientists," one would say, staring off into the distance.

"Stupid scientists," the other would agree, and the brothers would continue on their way.
 
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Name:

Alice Delilia

*Aliases:

Al

Age:

19

Race:

Hybrid

Gender:

Probably a female. I would hope so.

Weapons:

Old Enfield used by her father, an MP5K, and her favorite machete.
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*Likes:

Fish, fruits, darkness, cute little furry things, guns, shiny stuff, the moon.

*Dislikes:

Vegetables, sunlight, dogs, loud noises.

Personality:

She can be a quiet girl, likes to keep to herself often. A bit sassy and cold, she doesn't like to hold conversation too long. She's analytic, passionate, and filled with energy. Most of the time she tries to keep a calm and cool demeanor, but sometimes something catches her eye and she can't contain the energy. If a dog comes around she will immediately flee the scene or grasp the closest person next to her. Alice has a lot of courage and isn't afraid to push her bounds. However, if she cannot do a certain task she feels defeated and goes into a moment of weakness and depression. Though she will never admit it, she enjoys long hugs at times. Petting her will make her tail go crazy.

*Biography:

She was already surviving out in the wilderness before the zombies came about, luckily she knew what it had to take. Her father taught her many skills like foraging and scavenging for food. Alice lived alone with her father in isolation for the rest of the world for most of her life. She was a skilled hunter and knew how to skin animals for food and hide. She may have incredible survivalist skills due to her father's care, but it left her a bit weak on the technological side. Phones, ATM's, electronic devices confuse her easily. The last time Alice saw her father was when he left their home to check on the city. He heard the radio go dark, so it was something serious. She never saw him come back. Alice went out into the city on her own to search for her father, just to stumble on the zombie horde.

Other:

She's Bi. Also, STUPID SCIENTISTS, CAUSIN' THIS APOCALYPSE AND WHAT NOT.
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Appearance:


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A tall slightly muscular man, dressed in scavenged leathers and rags. He wears a cowboy hat, on his back sits his rifle and bushaxe. He wears heavy boots, and sometimes a scavenged mask with built in sunglass lenses. The most notable thing is the necklace he wears. Its a weird one, but not as weird as the book he seems to always be reading.


Name:


Mishera


*Aliases:


The Lost


Age:


19


Race:


(Human or Hybrid?)


Gender:


Male - Human


Weapons:


An Bush Axe (a polearm, used to be a gardening tool, has a large blade on a four foot pole.)
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A beat up Mauser rifle, 8mm, 5 shot clip
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, and a modified shotgun named "Betty" 8 round, 12 gauge clips
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*Likes:


Peaceful times, a home cooked meal, good company and a good book.


*Dislikes:


unneeded violence, disrespect, zombies, liars, manipulators


Personality:


Mishera was in grade school before the event happened. A teacher had cornered the boy, with not pleasant intentions, because the boy looked feminine. However, being trapped in the ruins of the school had changed the boy. No home, No parents and a world as unforgiving as his heart was, forged his personality in a twisted way. Instead of being a typical loner, he decided he would help those he encountered in some way. Even if it meant he had to do without. However, there was a limit to his kindness and sometimes the only mercy he has is at the end of his gun.


*Biography:


After the event happened as a pervert teacher was about to make his move on the boy, He woke up in the rubble of the school to find his entire family and town gone in the blink of an eye. Years of foraging and fighting awaited the boy, which forced him to grow up hard and tough, but with a hint of kindness. He wanders everyday, looking for something to connect him to his past, another person, a book, anything that could make him feel not like a survivor, but truly alive and part of the planet.


Other:


Stupid Scientists


(I would like a human male spot, or to reserve one.)
 
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A d r i a n


H e l l e r

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Name:

Adrian Heller




Aliases:

N / A

Age:

22

Race:

Hybrid




Gender:

Male




Weapons:

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Adrian carries two of these lovely little semi-automatic pistols, each complete with built-in laser sight attachments and 21 rounds per magazine. He normally carries around eight magazines, four back-up magazines for each pistol.

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And, of course, his melee weapon is this beautiful sword, along with a nice carrier when not being used.

Likes:

> Killing walkers {as he calls them} <


> Being outside <


> Winning an argument <


> Close friendship <


> Venting anger <


> Working hard <


> Keeping himself busy <


> Feeling nostalgia <


> Knives <


> Cats <


> The sky at night <

Dislikes:

> The killing/abuse of non-infected animals <


> The killing/abuse of children <


> Leaving people behind <


> Exclusion <


> Idleness <


> Being alone <




Personality:

Adrian, after a long, long time of suffering, loss, and pain, has been molded into an angry person, filled with hate for the creatures roaming around and, in turn, natural unpleasantness towards the living as well. For reasons of his own, you'll find that Adrian is very spiteful towards most of the living, with sarcastic habits and bad-tempered attitudes. As long as he's conscious, he'll do his damn best to not show weakness; he's as hard-headed and stubborn as you can get 'em. He's very quick-tempered, and when you set him off, don't doubt that he won't try to kill you. With his guns, with his sword, with his hands, even, he'll try to hurt you. The blood-lust you'll see is nothing to joke about; when he engages combat with zombies or humans, he doesn't hold back, and that's mainly how he releases his suppressed anger - through violence, through blood. But, despite all of these qualities, friendship and showing kindness is quite possible, just only in the presence of certain and special people. His weaknesses, those listed in his dislikes, can cause him to hesitate or change attitudes {or if he sees/knows they're happening, send him into a frenzied rage}, and friends - well, they get to see emotions he doesn't show that often, to put basically. One of his downfalls is his unwillingness to let people or things go. He often gets himself into very dangerous situations, since he always puts his friends ahead of himself; because without his friends, and people he loves to surround him, life doesn't have meaning to him.




Biography:

To be revealed.




Other:

N/A
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Appearance:


"If you look beyond the hood, perhaps you"ll see.


Zacharias stands at 6'0, he has short dark hair. His eyes are a very dark green but each contain a yellow circle within the iris that makes them look incredibly eerie. A scar hooks over his right eye, the remainder of an injury he sustained during his apprenticeship. His clothes are the typical Ranger attire consisting of a dark hooded sweatshirt and dark cargo pants. He tends to wear his uniform unless he is in disguise.

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Name:

Zacharias Barton, reporting for duty

*Aliases:


Some have referred to me as "The Ranger"


Age:


I am 23 years old


Race:


I'd rather fight and die as a human then live as anything else.


Gender:


I am male


Weapons:


My weapons are of a new advanced design. The gauntlets on my arms that rest within the sleeves of my sweatshirt contain hidden blades. These are rarely used as I prefer to come my enemies at a distance. The weapon that makes me dangerous is my bow, a light weight but powerful design, it contains a button on it that allows me to switch the tips of my arrows while they are in the quiver. Anything from broad head, to narrow tip. I believe I even have a few grappling arrows left. I always keep a set of throwing knives in the pockets of my pants. They come in handy from time to time.

*Likes:

Loyalty

To watch the sunrise

Sitting in nature

Studying people

*Dislikes:


Treason


Immorality


People who take advantage of others


People who force others against their will to do as they want

Personality:

Zacharias is very hard to read, due to his acting skills it is hard to tell just what is going through his mind unless he tells you upfront. At his core he is a quiet and very serious person. He takes his orders very seriously and will pursue his tasks to their conclusions. He has a caring and kind personality but that is hidden under his grim nature. He has a high sense of morality and is disgusted by those who take advantage of others. He is loyal to a fault and will protect those he has deemed important to him. He has no idea that we he deems as someone being important to him is actually him caring about them.

*Biography:

Zacharias was born to Mack and Claire Barton in the Eastern part of the United States. His father was a retired Ranger, his mother a nurse. To become a Ranger, one must be recommended by a Ranger. So it happened, that upon Mack discovering his son's potential, he submitted his name to the Ranger Corps and Zacharias was accepted. He was sent away from his parents at the age of five to live with his mentor. A man by the name of Matt. Matt, one of the greatest Rangers of his time, trained Zacharias intensely. Demanding the best of him and forcing him beyond his limits. The two of them became one of the most successful teams the Corps had seen in a very long time. The missions they completed were vital to the safety of not just the United States but for the World as well.

Zacharias's apprenticeship passed and he was awarded the silver oakleaf that marked him as a full fledged Ranger. He became the next in a long line of Ranger's who served as a International Ranger. Interfering in problems both domestic and foreign, some consider him the best Ranger, others believe he was born to be a Ranger. Zacharias had never denied these sayings and yet neither does he encourage them.

Other:


I quite enjoyed being a Ranger, it was the best thing I ever did. However, that all changed with the experiments of those stupid scientists. Their actions caused millions of people their lives.

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