The Always Winter

[king5ter]

Here's a template to create your character. All those marked with an asterisk are mandatory:


Name*:


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Age*:


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Backstory:


Most-worn outfits:


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Dialogue Colour*:


If I like your character it means they're approved.

 

[king5ter]

Name*: Damien Lopez


Gender*: Male


Age*: 16


Sexuality*: Bisexual


Appearance*: Tall, short and spiky brown hair, blue eyes, pale white skin, small ears, long nose.


Personality*: Serious, angered-easily, melancholic, wise, selfless, caring.


Backstory: Unknown. Mysteriously appeared one day and refuses to talk about his past.


Most-worn outfits: A small leather jacket with a scarf and wooly hat.


General Mood: Serious, sad.


Dialogue Colour*: "Well hello there."

 

[Sora San]

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Name*: Sora


Gender*: Male


Age*: 18


Sexuality*: Bi-Sexual, but more into girls


Appearance*: Strong, Average Looking, not huge in size, but not small either


Personality*: Im quite shy. I also have a slight drug addiction, so I have my space-out moments, and I love a good fight.


Backstory: My parents died at a young age, and since the coming of the winter, I have suited up with weapons and I have stayed hidden and quite. I scrounge for drugs whenever I can, as I have an addiction due to some depression issues, and I am a lone wolf of the sorts. I didn't have many school friends before the start of the whole nuclear problem, and for now, it has remained the same. I am very open to talk about my problems to people though, and I have always been good at helping people with their problems, just not good at helping myself out.


Most-worn outfits: I wear baggy jeans, and huge hoodies, as it's what I feel most comfortable in.


General Mood: Shy and Quite.


Dialogue Colour*: "Black. A colour that although is not beautiful, has a lot of powerful meanings"

 

[Wolfcoon]

Name*: Dante Nekaf


Gender*: Male


Age*: 17


Sexuality*: Straight


Appearance*:<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_10/f4debbbde3229b8ed18bfb5a96a48417.jpg.edaeb953e24564de5a211320985f607f.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="31044" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_10/f4debbbde3229b8ed18bfb5a96a48417.jpg.edaeb953e24564de5a211320985f607f.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Personality*: Quiet around others and seems to always complain about the absense of Arizona's. He's an insomniac and apathetic about anyone he doesn't properly know.


Backstory: All Dante ever tells anyone about his past is fragments of it. Knowing he currently above his classes and he liked to read old greek myths.


Most-worn outfits: A black jacket that has seen better days.


General Mood: Always tired


Dialogue Colour*: "What do you want?"

 

[Sweet Sacrifice]

Name*: Thomas Caxon


Gender*: Male


Age*: 17


Sexuality*: Gay


Appearance*:

Personality*: Hyper, friendly, kinda shy at times,


Backstory: Thomas comes from a family in London and they were always kind to him. When the winter struck, he lost them all. He was alone, fending off mutants with his one knife that was wearing down. He was alone and running out of time. He had always been a loner, so this was no change. All his life he has battled depression and he still struggles. With his family gone, it hasn't helped.


Most-worn outfits: Black hoodie with a blue v-neck underneath. Skinny jeans, black sneakers


General Mood: Easy-going and happy


Dialogue Colour*: "Hope is all we have."

 

[DarkSong]

(You need a few girls, so I've made a character.)


Name: Amelia Shay


Gender: Female


Age: 17


Sexuality: Bi.


Appearance:

Personality: Tends to keep to herself. Does what it takes to survive in the world she lives in. Has a few trust issues, though nothing serious since she seems to warm up to people in time. However, this does not mean that she'll be entirely open with you. She's a smooth talker, has gotten herself out of tricky situations with simple words. Lying is easy, in her opinion, and necessary as well.


Backstory: Amelia has been through hell. But then, who in this world hasn't? She doesn't like pity or sob stories, so she keeps her story to herself.


Most-worn outfits: She usually has a warm coat on with two holes for her thumbs to go in. It has a fluffy hood and is lined with fur. She wears a worn pair of jeans, along with boots.


General Mood: She has a careful mood for everything she does. She tries to remain cautious, though doesn't manage that when under pressure.


Dialogue Color: The color of spring leaves...

 

[Julieta]

Name*: Violet Shefield


Gender*: Female


Age*: 19


Sexuality*: lesbian


Appearance*:

Personality*: Outside she seems happy and always have a smile on her face, sometimes sarcastic and mean. She is actually depressed and traumatized from what happened few years ago. She has recurrent nightmares causing her insomnia.


Backstory: She never met her father, the only person in her life was always her mother. Since she was little her mother taught her how to protect herself and to never fell sorry about killing the remnants. Two years ago she joined "The Gang" after her mother died. She has never said a word about how her mother was killed but she recurrently dreams about it.


Most-worn outfits: A huge old army jacket.


General Mood: She mostly look tired, but she is always smiling.


Dialogue Colour*: "Black is my favorite color."

 

[king5ter]

If you want to start roleplaying feel free. I know we haven't got a lot of players at the moments but we've got enough to at least get started. I'll make a starting post.

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Name*: Kurt Huron


Gender*: Male


Age*: 17


Sexuality*: Straight


Appearance*:

Personality*: Shy, and socially awkward, Kurt doesn't like talking to people. He mostly just sits in the corner, and reads. He also has a slight bit of paranoia, making him be the one who takes the longest watch during the night.


Backstory: He hasn't told anyone about his life before all of this so far, and doesn't plan on it. Although, he did get the English Longbow he uses from his uncle, a Western Civ teacher who was fascinated with Medieval England. He also has a kitchen knife, and a dozen arrows, in the quiver he carries on his back.

Most-worn outfits: A darker green hoodie, and jeans.


General Mood: Quiet, and friendly if he decides to speak with you.


Dialogue Colour*: "Oh just leave me alone, will you?"

 

[Busen]

Name*: Busen Braxton.


Gender*: Male.


Age*: 17 Years old.


Sexuality*: Bisexual.


Appearance*: In the case of ever meeting this character in a radiated zone, he will


most likely be wearing his regular clothing; being grey as concrete and featuring no


skin exposed. He would never wear more than he could run with, and seeing him with


anything else than a quiver, his bow and gasmask either coupled with his belt or on his


face did only mean one thing; he was moving from his current spot he could call home.

Personality*: Whilst Busen is more of a held-back person than most, he is friendly if caught and will try to become friends with who he meets; however that might sound. Timid will be one of his main characteristics and if a choice between fight or flight was given, he would much rather try to run than stay and take the confrontation. In a casual setting, his mood will usually stay positive and attitude being fairly forwards-looking and hopeful for better days to come.


Voice: His voice could, if requested by himself; turn into a deep and slow affectionate tone with a hint of a French accent. Though his normal talking voice could be said out to be somewhat 'Americanish' and firmly on the edge of squeaky.


Skill-set: When it comes to abilities for the young male, his main traits is; highly creative, agile and fast thinking. Though lacking in strength and usually needs to use more brainpower to complete tasks that could be easier done with some muscles. Another disadvantage would be his need of food from his small athletic frame, thou as this was a fact; so was his fortune not to loose lots of water through running or becoming exhausted was a rarity.


Backstory: Born and raised in a vault outside New York, he would seem to have had a good first few years as the protective layers of dirt sealed all radioactivity; including any monstrosities, outside. The safe-and-sound system of the bunker would be in highest of fashions, atleast what a rich family with two kinds could afford, one that happened to be Busen's own. This shelters for people were expensive, and as good as they seemed for the two hundred inhabitants; it wasn't enough, as sure as the night would come at the end of the day, it was also be true that the end came to everything; the dugout was no exception.


It started with just a flue, and a regular containment, secure and rehabilitate procedure was set in place. But as the patients who ventured out to gather supplies, came back and were sick; the station shut the supply runs off. But the damage was already dealt. The sick, soon became deceased; and thrown into a body disposal room. This room wasn't anything more than a sealed off room, with a single metallic door. The room would've been sprayed with gasoline from sprinklers, if the colony didn't run low on that already. So they just left it there. Soon enough, reports from janitors would come. They mentioned banging, knocking or even scratching from within the door of the containment room.


As the 10th report came in, a search team was to be put into the act as a checkup. When they reached the door, they stacked up beside it. One of the men, wearing riot uniform and assault rifle of some sort took the handle and pulled it down before shoving it open. Then went to the side of the door and let his team go in, after all three of the opposite side of the door had gone in; into a seemingly dark room, with no bodies to be found. The flicked their flashlights on one by one and scanned the room, the one outside would look into the room aswell; pointing the barrel of the gun in and sway it around to look for himself. Four beams were now present, but didn't spot more than a dry blood splatter in the middle of the floor; they didn't pay much attention to this.


The flashlight was turned on by an easy gesture with his thumb, illuminating the three riot geared personnel inside. He leaned into the room, and before he could react; a dark feature went down quickly to the gun and pulled the gun upwards and into the room above the door, out of sight of the now shoved back soldier looking person. He sat on the other side of the corridor and watched in as the three inside turned towards him, aiming.


Then, from behind; one by one of those flashlights disappeared to the sides and when it was only one left, unaware of what had happened behind him, yet turned around. Looked upon a vile creature one head taller than the armoured person. The sat back soldier out in the fully lit corridor looked at the now stiff soldier all alone in the darkness, with a monster not to be described by words; as they wouldn't be powerful to give the reader a fair judgment.


A loud bone cracking noise was heard, and a hole in the mans back was made from within the room. The arms of that person fell limp to the sides, with the gun only being held up by the band around his shoulder; and the flashlight attached swinging side to side. The, now being only a lifeless body was thrown to the side. And when the monster walked forwards to the last team member. It would growl a deep, vibrating noise whilst it spoke "You,Humans…" and afterwards chuckled for itself.


The lights went out and the infection began to spread, rapidly. The monsters was sure to ambush the first few, but went on an on-slaught after a while. Killing or infecting 'almost' everything in their way, this was all; but a family, of two parents, and two sons. One had the name of, Busen…


Dialogue Colour*: "Bonjour madamé, what is your name~?"

 

[Kainzor99]

Name*:Kaine


Gender*:Boy


Age*:16


Sexuality*:Straight


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Personality*:Half the time kind and forgiving.The other half keeps to him self lonely depressed.


Backstory:Being a new yorker at heart,he knows most of the streets by heart.His past was horrible before the winter.But all of that meant nothing to him now.He dabbles in slight par core and if he finds a sniper he'll never let it go. But the zombies weren't the only problem he had to deal with. Hes constantly resisting the urge to let all of his rage out. If he breaks he may end up thinking he can beat down zombies with his bare hands.Which will ultimately be his death.Don't bring up about his past or he may just give you a glare and stop talking.Hes not all bad,he trys to be kind which may also be his downfall. That being said hes no hero.If someone he doesn't know is gonna die and he needs to climb a building. He'll climb in a heart beat.


Most-worn outfitsrange hoodie hood usually always up,with blue jeans.


General Mood: Either kind or dark whichever he feels like.


Dialogue Colour*:'Theres room for my sniper to fit between us...Oh what did you want again?'

 

[Hi Im Red]

Name*: Devon Kree


Gender*: Female


Age*: 17


Sexuality*: Heterosexual


Appearance*:


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Personality*: Devon has seen a lot of things before she came to New York, which has made her feel there is no end to what hell has happened. And wit no end in mind she figure why the hell not try and go out guns blazing. After all, it is her favourite ideal death. She loves to run, and she loves to curse and hide from what scares her (which isn't much) and she defiantly loves her gun.


Backstory: All the way from Tennessee, Devon has brought her skills an her gun to New York figuring the colder it got the less of the Remanats she would meet. However being caught up in all the mischief in New York she can't seem to bring herself to keep moving forward.


Nothing else is very known about Devon, she likes to keep personal life out of her life and no one questions it.


Most-worn outfits: Normally runs along the lines of cargo pants, thin scarves, oversized shirts, camo print jacket, goggles headbands, combat boots and a gun strapped over her shoulder.


General Mood: Unknown, she is quite unpredictable.


Dialogue Colour*: "Don't touch me, don't touch my gun and we will be okay."

 

[Allina Auburn]

Name*:Lacey May Kilmor


Gender*:Female


Age*:12


Sexuality*:Hererosexual


Appearance*: Younger Version of this:

Personality*:Lacey is determined she has watched everyone she loves die and she doesn't want the same fate but this doesn't make her ruthless and she would put others always infront of herself. Lacey is very intelligent and hates being looked down upon by the others and hopes that one day they won't belittle her or treat her like a useless child.


But Lacey is still only 12 so she is vulnerable she doesn't have that much experience surviving without her parents and hates it when people tell her to suck it up.


Backstory:


Lacey lived with a kind mother and father and her Older brother but they had some trouble financially they were always in deep debt and this made her parents fight and argue and one night her father shot their mother in rage and yelled that Lacey was next so her older brother ran away with her in the dark of the night but to their misfortune the apocalypse hit quickly they had no weapons but luckily her brother had seen a blacksmiths and looted it grabbing a whole lot of weapons they stayed in an abandoned warehouse with many others but one night zombies corned it and killed everyone but Lacey got away by scrambling up a drain pipe to the roof and jumping into a haystack she hid there for two nights but then the gang heard her heavy breathing and took her in unwillingly.


Most-worn outfits:

General Mood:


Bold and strong spirited in most situations


Dialogue Colour*:


"The colour of my hair,"

 

[Verrici]

Name*: Ryan Johnson


Gender*: Male


Age*: 18


Sexuality*: Closeted Homosexual


Appearance*:

Personality*: Ryan is pretty cocky and likes to show off like a normal eighteen year old boy. He loves being in the spotlight but that often makes him look like an idiot; he always tries to look smooth. Though under the bad-ass shell he has he is actually quite sweet. He doesn't like to tell people he is into guys because he thinks people will think less of him because so.


Most-worn outfits:

Dialogue Colour*: " Is it hot in here . . or is it just me. . . "

 

[king5ter]

Guys a starting post is up, feel free to post.

 

[Uncultured]

Name - Salem Krevenskey


Gender - Male


Age - 19


Sexuality - Straight


Appearance - *Imagine photo with no eyepatch*

Personality - Salem has a problem with taking life seriously, something that often rubs people the wrong way during intense situations, as he will make wisecracks and joke around as things get serious. He is too aloof and uncaring which can be off putting to other people, but he refuses to change his outlook or his attitude as he cares little about the opinions of others. He enjoys being alone, and for the most part, he's the lone wolf type and rarely puts in effort to get to know people because he doesn't care enough to get to know people. He is intelligent but more so, he is clever and he is a quick thinker and talker who is very good at working things out diplomatically instead of resorting to violence. This trait is born out of a survival instinct though, he isn't afraid to kill or fight to survive and prosper.


He is selfish and has a streak of greediness within him, he makes a living finding old technology and weapons and selling them to merchants he finds in small settlements and as such he sometimes puts his own business pursuits over other people. He maintains a cheery and aloof character at most times but internally he can be a very different man.


Deep down he is more somber than he would appear outwardly, often falling into marose states of depression, seeking out ways to entertain himself as he goes through the frozen tundra that is the world. He drinks when he finds alcohol and when under the influence he can be a drunk asshole at times. He is also reckless in his pursuit of goals and straightforward in his problem solving methods, a trait that causes him to be slightly predictable.


Backstory


He knows little of his parents who died when he was young in an expedition on the surface, his parents were good people though and the village came together to raise Salem. The underground, subway dwellers that he was raised around raised him up as their own giving authority to the statement that it takes a village to raise a child. He was never an orphan really, the city was his extended family and they made sure he was provided for as he grew older. Unfortunately for him the city was not destined to become his home for the remainder of his life, as the city was attacked in force by a large band of cannibalistic raiders who pillaged the underground village, killing all but a few who had managed to survive by escaping the onslaught. Since that time he has roamed the wasteland from town to town, abondoned city to abandoned city, looking for things to do and looking for artifacts and weaponry to sell off. He is literally motivated by boredom and greed and little else as he roams the frozen tundra that is the world. He has no intention of ever stopping as he goes from place to place finding adventure and old treasures of the lost world. He is a self described adventurer and explorer and his life revolves around the nomadic pursuit of places to see and things to do.


He has been shaped by the things he has seen while roaming through the wasteland, he has killed eleven men, nine of which have been out of self defense and each one weighs on his psyche, he has done what he has done to survive but even so, he feels survivors guilt from being the only one to escape the village and from the eleven men he has ended as he has made his way across the wasteland.


While roaming the wastes he has acquired a canine friend, a half wolf, half dog mutt that he found wounded on the road. The half breed wolf was a pup, the runt of the litter who had been left alone to die, Salem took in the animal and kept him alive and in return the wolf is fiercely protective of Salem and defends him from harm while also helping Salem hunt down packs of caribou that have moved from Canada to the US as the temperatures dropped.


Most-worn outfits

Also owns gas mask in case he is in a place contaminated by radioactive dust, he usually wears a bullet proof vest and owns a black balaclava that he wears while outside (full wool face mask for cold temperatures).


General Mood


To those around him he seems calm, wisecracking and aloof almost all of the time, and while he can be in such a mood on many an occassion, he can fall into deppressive slumps once he runs out of things to keep his mind on.


Dialogue Colour


"I have a computer that I found in the old city, charger's in tact as well, you can get a good price for it, price is forty nine millimeters and a new pair of boots"

 

[kallecroft]

Name*: Roderick (Rick) Llewellyn


Gender*: Male


Age*: 16-years-old


Sexuality*: Bisexual (hetero preference)


Appearance*: Short auburn hair, right side shaved, pushed forward in the style of a fohawk. Pale white skin, black tattoo of a Celtic dragon on the shaved area of his head. About 5'10" (1.7m), medium build.


Personality*: Easy going yet persistent, but often is perceived as stubborn as a result. His voice is hardened from the experiences he has been endured. Has difficulty trusting others and has a low tolerance for mistreatment of other group members. When it comes to talking about family, he has a weakness and avoids the topic as much as he can. To others, he may often seem distant in terms of expression and emotion.


Backstory: Rodrick Llewellyn was born in Brooklyn, New York and since has been taught archery and shooting, along with the Russian language. His father, was an ex-member of the MI6 in the UK, but resigned soon after his induction for he suffered many anxiety attacks when he entered the field, which he hadn't experienced during training (the attempts to reconstruct society amid the ruins was more than he believed he could handle beforehand). He took a dangerous and treacherous sail to New York and met Rodrick's mother in an underground journalism academy, where the optimistic would gather as much information as they could to organize their story for whenever they hoped the world would be put back together, and after four years collecting and scavenging, he got married to her and had Rodrick, teaching him skills that he wished to learn (which at the time was mostly inspired by characters in novels the journalists took from abandoned homes and bookstores). Rick served as a messenger using the underground tunnels throughout the city (many of which collapsed later) and one time the subway tunnels (it went horribly, it was his first encounter with a Remnant). His father was the one who contracted a disease in result of the radiation, and the specific strain thrived on cold weather. At the age of twelve, half of the underground journalists were killed by raiders and the strain of disease. The rest fled at a later date, forced to leave behind Rick at thirteen when their shaft was bombed in a scavenger attack. Rick managed to survive through the New York tunnels, but lost everything he had. He spent two and a half years alone, scavenging and pilfering anything he could fit into a dufflebag and backpack and sleeping in different places every night. Prior to the loss of the group, he may have trusted easier than he does now, and he even might've had a softer voice, innocent, protected. But in the years on his own, he had seen things he wished his parents had exposed to him earlier. The creatures, they were nothing he hadn't seen, his parents' disease turned them into the same blood thirsty monsters out there, but somehow they were nothing in comparison to the pain and suffering of those he could not help along the way. In honor of those he had lost, a Celtic design in the shape of a dragon was tattooed on the right side of his head. Recently, he met with a group of people in his age range, different stories, different face, but all the same experiences. He still has trouble trusting them, not just in fear of betrayal, but also in fear of loss.


Most-worn outfits: Insulated green jacket, heavy black cargo pants, fingerless yellow climbing gloves, a portable Geiger counter on his left shoulder, a black wool hat, and a gas mask around his neck. Large white compound bow around back with a quiver filled with arrows. He wears a messenger bag slung over his shoulder so the bag hangs across his chest and on the left side (he abandoned the dufflebag a long time ago), and on his backside, he has two 50 caliber pistols on the back of his waist, available for easy and fast access when needed, though usually he lacks the ammo.


General Mood: Focused on a common goal, but trusting toward specific group members.


Dialogue Colour*: "When all seemed lost, I found a truth, and I knew what I must become."

 

[Forlorn]

Name*:


Susan Wright


Gender*:


Female


Age*:


18


Sexuality*:


Definitely straight, questionable if she is bi due to her personality


Appearance*:

(paler with a fuller face)


Personality*:


Susan is cocky, mischievous, and manipulative. While it is unknown whether she is a psychopath, it is highly unlikely due to her odd affinity for animals. Her signature is her malicious grin which she sports regularly. One will learn not to be fooled by her arrogance, for she is extremely intelligent and tactical.


Backstory:


Little is known except that her parents were drug addicts. It cultivated her malice and distaste towards most humans.


Most-worn outfits:


black hoodie and tight ripped jeans


General Mood:


seemingly Arrogant and mischievous


Dialogue Colour*:


*v*