Realistic or Modern Scroungers [Death-by-zombies simulator]

[Lorsh]

Alright, fellas. There is something very important that I have to say; making your characters look "cool" should not be your focus. Please don't be edgy. You are not ex-special forces. You do not have a sword. You do not have dual pistols. You are literally just some shmuck who got told to go gather supplies, and who is probably going to get eaten alive relatively soon.


NAME:


AGE:


GENDER:


APPEARANCE [Try not to use anime]:


PERSONALITY:


HISTORY:


REQUESTED WEAPON(S):

 

[LordCameron]

NAME: Dame Mortimer Primum


AGE: 53


GENDER: Male


APPEARANCE Silver haired and moderately overweight. Has a rather magnificent mustache and beard.


PERSONALITY: Boisterous, self-centered, enjoys chatting with others about the latest news. Trusts absolutely everything said or written unless large amounts of contradictory evidence are shown. Exalts bravery in others, but would rather not go through the trouble himself.


HISTORY: Mortimer enjoyed inheriting a successful business in his youth of selling pocket watches. Deciding to retire in luxury he moved to Goodhill where he quickly became the talk of the community for his extravagant parties.


Only several months after arriving in Goodhill he was of course caught up in the bothersome situation where the dead seemed to think they didn't belong in the ground anymore. In light of the massive waves of death, Goodhill began to make inquiries into his family tree and discovered, that due to the fortunate demise of 784 other people, he was now the Duke of some obscure royal family.


Obscurity did not dissuade him, his first royal act was to declare himself a knight for he had always liked the idea of being one. Unfortunately for poor Mortimer, he had remembered only vaguely the details on knights (such as who could appoint them) and so he wasn't quite sure of the proper title. He remembered his mother saying that a knight was to be addressed as Dame, and so Dame he chose for his moniker.


Thus far he has not met anyone who has been cruel enough to dispel him of this notion, and with him drawing the unlucky straw, he may never know.


REQUESTED WEAPON(S):


Swordcane-- Jammed , the blade can no longer be pulled out, not for lack of trying.


Gardening shears-- The only sharp thing he could find in the house.

 

[short for time]

NAME: Kayth Ford Brudder


AGE: 29


GENDER: Male


APPEARANCE: A taller gentleman with shouldered brown hair. Fairly slim with pale complexion.


PERSONALITY: Fair-mannered, intuitive, selfless, trustworthy, pessimistic.


HISTORY: Kayth moved to Goodhill when he was only ten and that is where he lived until he moved out, to another home in Goodhill.


While his father died when he was twenty-two, his mother had passed just a week after the tragedy of undead came along. Kayth lived a small slightly in the shadows as he didn't need to do much to survive with all of the supplies. The only thing that kept him close to the ones he loved was a pair of old glasses without lens he seemed to wear around making him seem odd to wear only the frames.


Kayth hasn't been one to fight for his life and an unlucky straw would most likely end him.


REQUESTED WEAPON(S):


A wooden baseball bat.

 

[Lorsh]

[both of you are accepted. Perhaps we could start soon, just so this gets bumped. Though, initial RP could just be making preparations to leave.]


[Just so you guys know, you can be slightly more generous to yourselves when it comes to weaponry if you want. I'm fine with firearms as long as they're civilian-type ones.]


NAME: Sherry Flanagan


AGE: 27


GENDER: Female


APPEARANCE: Sherry is a rather lanky woman standing at 5'10, with bedraggled brown hair and brown eyes. Her features are quite disheveled and her outfit is often unkempt and stained with mustard. Her apparel at the moment consists of a dark green jacket, gray cargo pants, and a pair of old hiking boots. A tan boonie hat rests atop her head.


PERSONALITY: Sherri usually likes to think she knows what she's doing, even if it isn't the case. She is a part-time watchtower lookout for the settlement, but she's not nearly as important or skilled as she thinks she is. She has the tendency to be irrationally cautious, and can quickly lose her cool when things go awry. She isn't a pants-shitting coward, but her aim tends to get shaky when she grows nervous, and she generally becomes less proficient under pressure. She's also not keen on dying for any reason, and would rather bail than take serious risks. She feels a slight moral obligation to obtain supplies for the rest of the group, but this only goes so far, since she generally places herself before others.


HISTORY: Sherry lived in Goodhills with her parents and younger sister before the dead rose when she was 22, and she still does. Her father survived the outbreak and continued to work as a male nurse for the community, living three years before dying of a heart attack. Her mother was a lot less lively since then, and Sherry has since looked after her. Her relationship with her sister became strained since the outbreak, and they didn't often speak to each other unless it concerned their mother. Sherry sometimes served as a lookout for the community, and developed a slight authority complex due to being permitted to carry around a gun- despite her primary job actually being a gardener.


When she was chosen, she made an effort to convince the leadership that she'd be better off staying behind to keep watch, but she was far from being considered "veteran militia", and this appeal was denied.


REQUESTED WEAPON(S): A lame .22 rifle with a magazine capacity of 5 shots, bolt-action.

 

[WolfyWhale]

NAME: Luke Donavan


AGE: 23


GENDER: Male


APPEARANCE: he is average height with longish dark brown hair with the front part of his hair being longer than the back and he is often pushing the front out of the way of his eyes. The back part of his hair almost reaches his shoulders. He has hazel eyes, has no acne or freckles. He wears a zip up hoodie with some jeans and sneakers.


PERSONALITY: Shy, Alert, Observant, Quiet, Loyal.


HISTORY: Luke moved to Goodhill at the age of 9 and pretty much grew up there. When he grew up he was rather poor and ended up in a cheap apartment. Luke was hoping to make some money by working for a tech company out of state and be better than his parents who were in prison for many years for multiple cases of thefts and stabbing that Luke didn't know about until he was 20 years old. He was supposed to leave 3 days after the outbreak. At least money doesn't matter anymore he often thinks to himself. He also still wonders about his parents who are most likely dead.


A week before the outbreak Luke was working at some cheap fast food place to make some money before he moved. He dozed off one day on the job then the manager came out and yelled at him to start working so Luke told him that he quit and left the establishment but before that happened he took some money from the register while no one was looking. Luke then went to the store and bought some groceries and paid his rent. After the outbreak he was happy he bought those groceries.


REQUESTED WEAPON(S): A small foldable pocket knife.

 

[Lorsh]

[Looks good enough to me. 'Cepted.]


[When do you guys think we should start? Think we ought to tarry longer?]

 

[Lorsh]

[You guys are free to make your first post.]

 

[bobgod]

NAME: Thomas "Tom" Dixon


AGE: 42


GENDER: Gender Fluid - Pronouns xhe xhem xhey


APPEARANCE:

Multiple layers, while hot can hopefully scathe off bites form Zombies.


PERSONALITY: Tom Dixon is usually a very charasmastic type of guy, or so he tries to be. However he couldn't talk himself outta the supply run, so now he needs to rely on his minimal skill to make it through the day alive. Typically rather reluctant at first, Tom will attempt to smooth talk opponets, and then stab them in the back when they aren't looking. Not only this, but Tom is a power seeker, always looking for more.


HISTORY: Born near their current base, Tom lived his whole life in the area, working as a sales firm at some random business. His life was rather dull, never got married but dated a girl who became his fiance before the virus, but alas she is dead now. (Being born near the base I would appreciate if my character has prior / more knowledge about where to go.


REQUESTED WEAPON(S): Tom most likely has a .22 pistol, with minimal ammo, and a trench knife.

 

[Lorsh]

...charasmastic.


Accepted.