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[Peacemaker .45]

Sorry but these two are denied. They are too vauge and you posted them in a few IC posts without being accepted. DELETE THE POSTS IMMEDIATELY!

Sidenote:Them beards tho. #AllBoutThatBeardLife (I kid obviously. I can't really dictate what characters you add in lol.)

I was so confused for a second... I was like bruh... these are characters I’m introducing soon.

 

[Rumble Fish]

Name:
Zelda Williams
Sex:
Female
Age (minimum of 18):
35
Appearance (Realistic picture ONLY/face claim and short description):

As life had been fairly brutal to Zelda, it would not be uncommon for one to mistake her for a zombie upon first glance. Pale skinned and with extremely dark eyebags with a skinny frame, it is fair to say that she is a sight for sore eyes. Zelda is roughly 5'9 ft tall and weighs roughly 9 stone.
History (Two paragraph minimum):
For Zelda, the Apocolypse started long before the undead rose. Up until two years before, her life was close to perfect. Herself a successful doctor with a loving husband, Mark and a wonderful son, Jason life was good but things began to unravel rapidly when Zelda was hit with two tragedies in close proximity to each other. She had lost her mother to a sudden heart attack and not long after, she lost her second child in a miscarriage. The emotional pain was extreme and Zelda hit the bottle hard to try and null the pain of losing two of the most important people to her. Her habit caused a rift in her marriage, job and (worst of all) her relationship with her teenage son.

Despite a number of attempts to change her ways, Zelda could not curb her drinking. But this became the least of her problems as the dead rose. Despite her efforts to save them, both Mark and Jason perished within the first week of the Apocolypse, leaving the woman alone. At the time of the outbreak, the family had been in a hotel and Zelda and some other survivors had managed to hold themselves in the restaurant area. But things quickly became heated within the survivors as others began to turn and an ongoing fight for leadership caused a lot of hostility. During this, Zelda had kept herself in the bar drowning her sorrows, causing her to miss the event of the restaurant being broken into by the Undead other than when she took what she could and took off. She spent the next weeks wandering aimlessly in a daze, unable to come to terms with what had happened and that both Mark and Jason were gone and the unbearable guilt she felt for letting it happen. It was not until she met the Mountaineers that things started changing. Becoming their medic, due to her medical knowledge and experience as a doctor. But only on the condition that she tries to sober up.
Strengths (List at least 3):
Doctor,
Focused when sober and gives her best,
Loyal to the right people,
Protective,
Dedicated to her group,
Still has a glimmer of hope to keep her going
Weaknesses (List at least 3):
Alcoholic,
Paranoid,
Often has suicidal thoughts,
Self loathing
Personality (1 paragraph minimum):
Zelda is an aloof and irritable woman, primarily due to her own personal problems and tendency to drink and is not the easiest to work with. But despite these issues, she tries to do the best for the group though is distrusting to strangers. She is loyal to Mack and will stand by him regardless. If Zelda grows to like somebody, she becomes protective of them up to the point of putting herself in harm's way for them. This ties into her own self-loathing and suicidal tendencies as she will put herself into dangerous situations which puts herself at extreme risk due to a lack of care for her own safety. Zelda does still hold the hope of redeeming herself and having peace, but it wavers from day to day. She keeps her cards close to her chest and does not like revealing her feelings to other people, only becoming fully open when intoxicated which is also where she is at her most unpredictable.

Weapon:

Clothing:
Jeans,
often goes without a shirt but will at times wear an oversized black t-shirt originally belonging to her late husband, Mark,
A thick black jacket for outside

OPTIONAL:

Nickname:
Zed

Peacemaker .45
If you feel that anything needs tweaking or outright taken away, give me a shout​

 

[Megeara]

Name: Rynn Marshall
Sex: female
Age: (minimum of 18)
24

Appearance
Rynn is a short woman standing at 5'2 amd 125 pounds. She has dark brown hair and green eyes. Her arms normally decorated by her watch and leather braclets. Her high cheek bones give her a defined look but yet under stated. She Is a toned women. Being a fitness trainer befpre everything she was small but strong. Her hands were a little messed up from fighting class. Having classic black and white tattoos up her arms. Each has their owm story.
History:
Rynn grew up all over the world with her military father. He taught her how to fight and shoot and take care of herself. She spent many nights alone in their house. They moved so much so she never made friends in high school or anywhere for that matter. But school. School was her heaven. She loved to learn
She loved to read and loved science. Being a nerd and all she was alone.
Her mom, well Rynn never knew her. She left when she was 1. Rynn let go of that rage a long time ago accepting that she wpuld never come back. Her father rose through the ranks and they settled yet again in Virginia at Joint Base Fort Myer-Henderson Hall Arlington. As her father became more important. Rynn became less. She didnt walk at her graduatiom . She didnt want ths possibility of her father not being there and being sad.
Rynn and her father drifted apart when she moved out to her owm apartment. But living alone. Being alone was so much more real now for her. She had no one.
So Rynn got a job as a trainer at a local gym and applied to college at Virgina state. She could send a letter to her father but it would have been thrown away. As Rynns life moved on she occasionally had dinner with a few class mates but was let down and plans cancled again later. So Rynn gave up on people. But then there was Simon.
Simon moved in across the hall and Rynn met him walking into the building and he helped her with her grocery bags. He was charming and sweet.
Small market dates and coversations over coffee turned into spending the night and weekends together.
6 months later Rynn was sitting at a small coffee shop doing her home work for her med classes at Virgina state Med school. She wanted to be a Doctor. Her phone rang. It was Simon. She smiled down at her phone and answered to a frantic and scared Simon telling her to get home. She stood up quickly and grabbed her bag asking why? Then there was silence and static. Rynn quickly ran down the street two blocks to her apartment.
She ran in and her apartment was destroyed. Blood everywhere. Simon dead. Rynn stood there in the door way hearing people running out of the building. The news was on. The dead are rising. It kept saying. Telling people to evacuate. Rynn knelt down crying and grabbed a couple leather braclets off him saying she loved him and ran in her room packed a bag grabbed some money and ran out lf her apartment to her car.
She was headed inland to West Virgina. To the moutains away from everything.
Strengths (at least 5)
Endurance
Medical treatment and knowledge
Hand to hand combat
Rock climbing
hunting
hand guns

Weakness
Her emotions
Her big heart
Relationships
Trusting someone
taking a risk.

Personality
Rynn is a quiet intellectual woman. She works out 5 times a week and eats extreamly well. She runs marathons and does yoga all the time of she isnt studying or at Clinicals to be a doctor. She only had Simon in her life beforw that awful day of the out break. She was a lonely woman and got used to it. Trusting someone was very hard for her. But once she did. She was loyal to a fault.
Weapons
Her fist.
a military combat knife
and a 45 revolver she stole from a police car.
Clothing:
A grey loose fitting tank top and a white and grey flannel. Dirty light blue jeans with Leather brown boots. Her wrist has Simons braclets on them with a few antique rings.

Fears
Losing people

Character Quote.
"Living. What is Living when it isn't with someone to enjoy it with?"​

 

[Peacemaker .45]

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Name: Rynn Marshall
Sex: female
Age: (minimum of 18)
24

Appearance
Rynn is a short woman standing at 5'2 amd 125 pounds. She has dark brown hair and green eyes. Her arms normally decorated by her watch and leather braclets. Her high cheek bones give her a defined look but yet under stated. She Is a toned women. Being a fitness trainer befpre everything she was small but strong. Her hands were a little messed up from fighting class. Having classic black and white tattoos up her arms. Each has their owm story.
History:
Rynn grew up all over the world with her military father. He taught her how to fight and shoot and take care of herself. She spent many nights alone in their house. They moved so much so she never made friends in high school or anywhere for that matter. But school. School was her heaven. She loved to learn
She loved to read and loved science. Being a nerd and all she was alone.
Her mom, well Rynn never knew her. She left when she was 1. Rynn let go of that rage a long time ago accepting that she wpuld never come back. Her father rose through the ranks and they settled yet again in Virginia at Joint Base Fort Myer-Henderson Hall Arlington. As her father became more important. Rynn became less. She didnt walk at her graduatiom . She didnt want ths possibility of her father not being there and being sad.
Rynn and her father drifted apart when she moved out to her owm apartment. But living alone. Being alone was so much more real now for her. She had no one.
So Rynn got a job as a trainer at a local gym and applied to college at Virgina state. She could send a letter to her father but it would have been thrown away. As Rynns life moved on she occasionally had dinner with a few class mates but was let down and plans cancled again later. So Rynn gave up on people. But then there was Simon.
Simon moved in across the hall and Rynn met him walking into the building and he helped her with her grocery bags. He was charming and sweet.
Small market dates and coversations over coffee turned into spending the night and weekends together.
6 months later Rynn was sitting at a small coffee shop doing her home work for her med classes at Virgina state Med school. She wanted to be a Doctor. Her phone rang. It was Simon. She smiled down at her phone and answered to a frantic and scared Simon telling her to get home. She stood up quickly and grabbed her bag asking why? Then there was silence and static. Rynn quickly ran down the street two blocks to her apartment.
She ran in and her apartment was destroyed. Blood everywhere. Simon dead. Rynn stood there in the door way hearing people running out of the building. The news was on. The dead are rising. It kept saying. Telling people to evacuate. Rynn knelt down crying and grabbed a couple leather braclets off him saying she loved him and ran in her room packed a bag grabbed some money and ran out lf her apartment to her car.
She was headed inland to West Virgina. To the moutains away from everything.
Strengths (at least 5)
Endurance
Medical treatment and knowledge
Hand to hand combat
Rock climbing
hunting
hand guns

Weakness
Her emotions
Her big heart
Relationships
Trusting someone
taking a risk.

Personality
Rynn is a quiet intellectual woman. She works out 5 times a week and eats extreamly well. She runs marathons and does yoga all the time of she isnt studying or at Clinicals to be a doctor. She only had Simon in her life beforw that awful day of the out break. She was a lonely woman and got used to it. Trusting someone was very hard for her. But once she did. She was loyal to a fault.
Weapons
Her fist.
a military combat knife
and a 45 revolver she stole from a police car.
Clothing:
A grey loose fitting tank top and a white and grey flannel. Dirty light blue jeans with Leather brown boots. Her wrist has Simons braclets on them with a few antique rings.

Fears
Losing people

Character Quote.
"Living. What is Living when it isn't with someone to enjoy it with?"​

Before I accept you, I just want to make sure that this RP’s for you. We’re a really active RP. We have a plot going at the moment, with so far one established group that has their own way of life. As I said, we’re very active. We post a lot. And, we are looking for dedicated writers.

If you think you can post a lot, and be dedicated to the RP, then you’re welcome to join. But we have a long term vision and a plot going on now. We plan to continue this story for months, even over a year or two. I just want you to consider that to make sure you really want to join this and that it’s right for you. We’re not writing a story to just shoot zombies. Look into the Gen Info thread if you haven’t, it’ll help a lot. Just get back to me when you figure it out

 

[Megeara]

yes i post like 5 to 7 times a day. I'm a very active and dedicated writer with a passion for things like this. Im so happy to be accepted

 

[FireMaiden]

Name: Salem Mathers
Sex: Female
Age: 22
Appearance:

Salem stands at five feet, six inches tall; cutting a toned hourglass figure. She has long, mid back dark brown hair she's looking to cut shorter for safety reasons, and pretty dark brown eyes holding flecks of grey. She's covered in small scars and other injuries because hey, you really can't avoid getting hurt when the world's like this. She doesn't have any tattoos or piercings; and Salem kinda wished that she had gotten at least one of something.
History: Born to a teenage mother out in North Carolina, and a West Virginia native visting on spring break, Salem hasn't had what you would call a typical upbringing. For the most part, she was raised as a sister, not a daughter; so her grandparents were her parents and her mother was her sister, and it was just kinda confusing. The truth came out when her mother got sick, and needed a blood transfusion. Her parents weren't the best match, but low and behold, Salem was. There was a long, detailed talk once her mother recovered, and it took time to get use to the truth. Well, it would have if the whole zombie thing didn't happen. Salem doesn't really know how long it's been, the days run together now, but she was 16 when she had to kill her family because they got infected.

It was shortly after that, while wandering around, that she was picked up by her first group. A rather small group made of military personal and younger people like her. Among the group, was Dalton. A bit two years older than her, but they hit it off. They worked well together, kicking butt and taking names. Anyway, they were with this group for years, traveling up to West Virginia. About two years ago, the group was attacked, and unfortunately, Salem and Dalton were the only survivors even though Salem was severely injured. She pulled through, but a while later, Salem found out she was pregnant. It was...a shock, to say the least.

And of course, you should know how long that takes. A few days after Addilyn was born, Dalton took off in search of supplies, but he didn't return. Two months later, once her supplies were nearly gone, she had to move. She was finally strong enough again, and has been on the move ever since.
Strengths:

• Fast
• Great Aim
• Agile
• High Pain Tolerance
• Hardworking
• Stealthy Stuff
• Smart
• First Aid

Weaknesses:

• Addilyn
• Deep Water
• Un-Trusting
• Stubborn
• Confrontational
• Mouthy
• Cynical

Personality: When everything started, Salem was a frightening young girl who had never held a weapon in her entire life. She was kind, caring, hated the idea of taking someone's life even if they were a monster. I guess that's kinda how everyone is at first. She held a naive optimism that everything would get better and it would all blow over in a matter of days. That of course didn't happen. Over the course of the few years she's grown colder. You do what you have to survive, and since it's not just her, she has purpose. Salem is devoted to keeping Addilyn alive, no matter what. She's steered clear of other groups for the most part, not trusting them with her or her child's safety. Salem is someone who never gives up, she's head strong, opinionated, very stubborn but Salem shouldn't be taking lightly. She's smart, something that's sometimes over looked because of her blunt, sometimes standoffish nature.
Weapon(s):

• AR-15 Assault Rifle
• GLOCK 17
• Ka-Bar Tactical Spork (It's a real thing)
• Herbertz Bowie Survival Knife With Compass in the sheath

Clothing: Salem wears a loose grey cotton t-shirt with a swoop cut neck, and little pocket. Light blue skinny jeans, an army green jacket, lace up black leather boots, and a brown belt with her holster and sheath attached to either side. She also has a pink scarf, which securely tied around Salem, is the least bulky thing that she could do to carry Addilyn safely.
Nickname: Mom, S, Sal, Em
Fears: Losing Addilyn, Drowning, Claustrophobic
Character Quote: You know, I gotta say it, getting stabbed hurts less than giving birth.

Spoiler: Addilyn Mathers

Addilyn is probably the only baby around. I mean, having kids in a time like this isn't really the best idea, but sometimes it's unavoidable. And by that I mean Salem nor her boyfriend could find any Plan B, and so here she is. Reguardless of what they might have felt at first, Salem while being young, is glad she kept Addilyn. She gets her blue eyes from her dad, who took off days after Addilyn came into the world. Salem doesn't know where he is or what happened to him. But really, she's still mad at him.

 

[Peacemaker .45]

Name: Salem Mathers
Sex: Female
Age: 22
Appearance:
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Salem stands at five feet, six inches tall; cutting a toned hourglass figure. She has long, mid back dark brown hair she's looking to cut shorter for safety reasons, and pretty dark brown eyes holding flecks of grey. She's covered in small scars and other injuries because hey, you really can't avoid getting hurt when the world's like this. She doesn't have any tattoos or piercings; and Salem kinda wished that she had gotten at least one of something.
History: Born to a teenage mother out in North Carolina, and a West Virginia native visting on spring break, Salem hasn't had what you would call a typical upbringing. For the most part, she was raised as a sister, not a daughter; so her grandparents were her parents and her mother was her sister, and it was just kinda confusing. The truth came out when her mother got sick, and needed a blood transfusion. Her parents weren't the best match, but low and behold, Salem was. There was a long, detailed talk once her mother recovered, and it took time to get use to the truth. Well, it would have if the whole zombie thing didn't happen. Salem doesn't really know how long it's been, the days run together now, but she was 16 when she had to kill her family because they got infected.

It was shortly after that, while wandering around, that she was picked up by her first group. A rather small group made of military personal and younger people like her. Among the group, was Dalton. A bit two years older than her, but they hit it off. They worked well together, kicking butt and taking names. Anyway, they were with this group for years, traveling up to West Virginia. About two years ago, the group was attacked, and unfortunately, Salem and Dalton were the only survivors even though Salem was severely injured. She pulled through, but a while later, Salem found out she was pregnant. It was...a shock, to say the least.

And of course, you should know how long that takes. A few days after Addilyn was born, Dalton took off in search of supplies, but he didn't return. Two months later, once her supplies were nearly gone, she had to move. She was finally strong enough again, and has been on the move ever since.
Strengths:

• Fast
• Great Aim
• Agile
• High Pain Tolerance
• Hardworking
• Stealthy Stuff
• Smart
• First Aid

Weaknesses:

• Addilyn
• Deep Water
• Un-Trusting
• Stubborn
• Confrontational
• Mouthy
• Cynical

Personality: When everything started, Salem was a frightening young girl who had never held a weapon in her entire life. She was kind, caring, hated the idea of taking someone's life even if they were a monster. I guess that's kinda how everyone is at first. She held a naive optimism that everything would get better and it would all blow over in a matter of days. That of course didn't happen. Over the course of the few years she's grown colder. You do what you have to survive, and since it's not just her, she has purpose. Salem is devoted to keeping Addilyn alive, no matter what. She's steered clear of other groups for the most part, not trusting them with her or her child's safety. Salem is someone who never gives up, she's head strong, opinionated, very stubborn but Salem shouldn't be taking lightly. She's smart, something that's sometimes over looked because of her blunt, sometimes standoffish nature.
Weapon(s):

• AR-15 Assault Rifle
• GLOCK 17
• Ka-Bar Tactical Spork (It's a real thing)
• Herbertz Bowie Survival Knife With Compass in the sheath

Clothing: Salem wears a loose grey cotton t-shirt with a swoop cut neck, and little pocket. Light blue skinny jeans, an army green jacket, lace up black leather boots, and a brown belt with her holster and sheath attached to either side. She also has a pink scarf, which securely tied around Salem, is the least bulky thing that she could do to carry Addilyn safely.
Nickname: Mom, S, Sal, Em
Fears: Losing Addilyn, Drowning, Claustrophobic
Character Quote: You know, I gotta say it, getting stabbed hurts less than giving birth.

Spoiler: Addilyn Mathers

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Addilyn is probably the only baby around. I mean, having kids in a time like this isn't really the best idea, but sometimes it's unavoidable. And by that I mean Salem nor her boyfriend could find any Plan B, and so here she is. Reguardless of what they might have felt at first, Salem while being young, is glad she kept Addilyn. She gets her blue eyes from her dad, who took off days after Addilyn came into the world. Salem doesn't know where he is or what happened to him. But really, she's still mad at him.

I liek, I accept

 

[FireMaiden]

I liek, I accept

Aw ye

 

[Emotional Enigma]

Name: Calliope McCallister (Pronounced - KAL-LIE-YO-PEE)

Sex: Female

Age: 25

History: Calliope was an activist in many movements throughout high school but this led to a lot of bullying from her classmates and often made her self conscious, thus keeping to herself mostly. She enjoyed being by herself though; she found things to do for a party of 1 like reading and writing. When Daniel was born her family became a little tensed with her father, being a doctor, his attention was limited. Instead of attending her soccer games, he began attending Daniel's elementary school concerts. Her and her mother weren't very close either. Though her family was middle/high class in society with a big house, they suffered a lot of family issues. Calliope's mother was always found at the bottom of a bottle and Calliope always had to swallow her anger often resulting in fights. Her father was rarely home but when he was, he gave the home warmth. As Daniel grew up, Calliope's disdain for him lessened. Once graduated from high school, Calliope even enjoyed taking him out to the park to play soccer.
Calliope was enjoying her 18th birthday when everything began. When her home full of family received a knock on their door and her birthday caroling was interrupted. She was so happy moments before hearing the rib shattering scream that made her blood run cold. Calliope did everything right, she always followed the rules, so watching her mother tumble to the floor in a bloody mess and her family disperse in panic paralyzed her. She watched her father cower over her mother in protection only to be torn into by another human being, a dead human being. People scattered throughout their large house knocking over pictures and shoving her little brother Daniel. He was so scared, his green eyes were alive with terror but his voice couldn’t reach Calliope in the chaos. Her aunt screamed on the phone, her uncle pulled a knife out of a drawer in the kitchen. All this upheaval and still she couldn’t move. When she could finally feel her fingers and toes again, numbed by panic, she pushed through people running about her once lovely home. Her hands latched onto Daniel and she ran with him in her arms upstairs. She shut the door to her room and began shuffling around her room. She searched for her varsity soccer duffel bag and started shoveling clothes inside. Calliope still hadn’t grasped what was happening but she knew she had to get Daniel away. He was standing in the middle of her room roaring with tearful terror. Smashing and screaming could still be heard from downstairs. Calliope stuffed everything that would fit into the bag and grabbed her brothers hand. They escaped her family home out the back but the images of people bloody and mauled will never be erased from her mind. They never looked back. They only walked forward, scavenging and sleeping wherever they felt safe.
Now, Calliope and Daniel can be found walking through wooded areas near Clarksburg, Western Virginia. She has accumulated a lot of valuable items such as medications, array of knives, bottles of water, and snacks. At first when they left the family home, there was chaos everywhere. People were running down the sidewalk, cars lined the streets trying to escape, she even witnessed people looting homes. As soon as disaster struck, it looked as if everyone just wanted a "Get out of Life" free card. Daniel grew up fast throughout the ordeal.

Strengths: Calliope did soccer throughout high school and yoga in college, so her she has high endurance and stamina in her legs. She has high determination since she now has someone to fight for; Daniel. Calliope also is a great scavenger and is very quick on her feet.

Weaknesses: Calliope didn’t heal from the loss of her family, so she is mentally weak and due to her accompanying party, prone to high anxiety and compartmentalization disorder. She also suffers from a slow reaction time for no apparent reason and is often malnutritioned because she gives most of the food to Daniel, thus making her weak.

Personality: Calliope loves nature and is usually a carefree spirit but since the massive event of her family loss she has since been anxious and drawn into herself. The only time she is herself is when she is trying to cheer Daniel up. She does not like authority figures because she refuses to believe someone else may know what’s better for her and Daniel than herself. This leads to a lot of sticky situations. She has since lost a lot of her humanity, ignoring people in distress for fear it could put Daniel in danger. She used to be such a happy girl.

Weapon: Metal baseball bat, standard issue combat knife.


Clothing: Green cargo pants tucked into black hiking boots, frayed, dark orange tank top and stained pink jacket. She has different clothes in her bag for colder weather.

Optional:

Nickname: Spitfire

Fears: She fears getting close to people only to watch them die. Losing her family was the worst pain she’d ever felt and never wishes to feel it ever again. She also fears for Daniel since he is the last thing she cares about.

Character Quote: “Once more into the Fray…”

 

[Emotional Enigma]

(Secondary Character)

Name: Daniel McCallister
Age: 14
Brief personality description: Daniel is happy-go-lucky and not as tough as his sister. He doesn't like having to always be right by her side but he is at a point where he understands why it's necessary. Because he was still young when their family event happened so he has matured well beyond his years.

History: Daniel grew up with a loving family from his perspective. His father always tried to make it to every one of his science fairs and concerts. After some bullying in elementary school however his father signed him up for boarding school in the UK but seeing as his sister had gotten close to him, his father waited. After his sister graduated high school and went to college, Daniel was shipped off to boarding school for a year. He got to experience horseback riding, playing the piano, and much more so he has developed an array of skills and also believes one can find always find happiness.
He was at his sister's birthday party when the family even happened. He witnessed it all, he saw all the blood and his sister's frozen features. He saw his aunt yelling on the phone desperately. He yelled to Calliope but his efforts were fruitless for her; she had already lost herself. Everything had happened so fast, too fast for him to follow. The last he could figure was that he and Calliope were leaving. He wanted to go back, he wanted to try and save his family but Calliope was strict in telling him no. Daniel could see the fear in her eyes. He had only see that look one other time; when she left him to go to college.

Strengths: He is very good at math, science and has a technological finesse. He has a faster reaction time than his sister as she seems to need more time processing incoming information than he does.

Weaknesses: Has a tendency to withhold information not knowing it's importance. Can act elitist sometimes and prone to have a smart mouth which can lead to sour situations.

Weapon: 2x4 metal pipe, pepper spray, garlic powder


Clothing: T-Shirt, jeans and running shoes

Nickname: Danny

Fears: Losing his sister, watching more people die, dying himself.

Character Quote: "It'll all be okay when it's over, and if it's not okay then it's not over".

 

[Peacemaker .45]

Emotional Enigma welcome to the RP! We’ll work on getting your character in. It will be a bit difficult though since she is in one specific place for the time being

 

[Emotional Enigma]

Emotional Enigma welcome to the RP! We’ll work on getting your character in. It will be a bit difficult though since she is in one specific place for the time being

Just let me know =] I'm pretty flexible and can always just edit the information of where she is. I understand though about just jumping in so I can wait until there's like a new chapter or a new event. Take your time ~

 

[Peacemaker .45]

Just let me know =] I'm pretty flexible and can always just edit the information of where she is. I understand though about just jumping in so I can wait until there's like a new chapter or a new event. Take your time ~

So currently, the only characters out would be my own characters. They’re in a town called Sutton. All of the places in the RP are actual places in West Virginia, which is why I used Google Maps for the RP. I do it as a sort of a realistic approach to the RP. If the town your character is in is made up, I suppose we could work around that. If you want to change it to a real one, I’d suggest heading over to The Dead Hills - General Information and looking over the maps and picking a place that shows up on it. (Do keep in mind that West Virginia is a very desolate state in the US, and some towns are maybe 100 people or less.) You don’t have to change the town, we can work around it. But if you do want to, the maps can help.

You do have the option of being part of the group all of our characters are in, the Mountaineers. If you want to write that in for the character, go ahead. That would be the easiest way of getting your character in at the moment. We’d just have to work on ranks and stuff, since the group has an interesting way of operating.

I’m just throwing some options out there for you. It’s all up to you. I don’t want to have to make you wait. So just let me know

 

[Lava]

Name: Holly Smith

Sex: Female

Age (minimum of 18): 19

Appearance: Holly stands at 5'6", she has a toned, athletic body and is very lithe and flexible. She has very small brown eyes, black hair that falls to her shoulders and brown freckles all over her body. Her face is very square shaped and slightly longer that usual, her lips are very thick but quite small, her nose is long and flat and a smattering of brown dots adorn it's bridge.

History: Holly was born somewhere in America. Both her mother and father had fled North Korea and her hevily pregnant mother had given birth to her in some run down motel room. She was sick, and didn't make it through the birth. After her death her father decided that he couldn't live without her. He took the helpless newborn to a government run foster facility and was reported dead by his own hands the next morning. Holly of course never really knew much about this, all she knew was that her parents had died when she was a baby. She was adopted at a very young age. A young couple who couldn't have kids of their own had taken her into their home. For a while, she was all they cared about, until, by some crazy miracle the couple bore a child of their own. This child was perfect. Her name was Hope, and all throughout hers and Holly's childhood, she was absolutely the favorite. Her parents couldn't help but be thankful for a child of their own, but they did not think how showing this might affect Holly, who had worked out pretty quickly that she looked nothing like her blonde, blue-eyed sister.

Holly was very resentful because of it. She tried to like her younger sister at first, but as she grew up, she always seemed to come seccond. They both started gymnastics at the same time, but Hope had more gold medals than her, they both got good grades at school, but Hope made more A's than her, they both enjoyed art class but Hope was the teachers favorite.

So Holly gave up.

She stopped gymnastics, she stopped caring about school, she started hanging out with the bad influences, the pyros and the junkies. She began down a destructive path that ended in her being estranged from her family and out of school by the age of sixteen. Being an independent girl, she had herself a couple jobs to sustain herself. She was living with two roommates and working at a nursery and part time as a shelf stacker at a big supermarket chain. If it weren't for getting the job at the nursery, she mightn't have straightened herself out. She began learning a lot about gardening and plants. She became really interested in nature and bought all kinds of books about them to study. By the time she turned 18 she was ready to get her horticulture apprenticeship and began studding.

Unfortunately, at her peak, was when the world ended. Holly was half way through her first year as an apprentice when the dead began walking. She was out with a group of workmates camping about 20 kilomiters west of where the mountaineers now situate their base. She and two boys and one other girl came back from their trip to find a ghost town. They were immediately all split up. She and a boy called Kevin Hardy were split apart from the other two. Hardy, luckily, was a hunter and had with him a Ruger American hunting rifle in hand

The two of them were able to escape the city and retreat back to the trees in their friend's rig, a monster 4wd Landrover that ran like a dream. Both of them were upset when it ran out of fuel, as they had decided not to go back to town unless they were going back for bullets or supplies.

Recently, Holly and Kevin had been observing the comings and goings of the mountaineers and wanting to join. Holly wanted to stay and kevin wanted to go. It was too bad that fate had other idea. A single mistake killed him. He found a bottle of rum in an abandoned hut out in the woods, and subsequently passed out on his watch. Holly woke up to screaming, and had to dispatch three stray zombies that were gnawing on his flesh.

I guess the choice was made for her.

Strengths (List at least 3): Flexible
Good at climbing up things and fitting in very tight places, useful for escape
Logical
Good at making informed decisions and thinking with her brain and not her heart
Plant knowledge/great survival skills
Knows most things in her current area that you can and can't eat, good at making shelters, good at fires, cooking animals and hunting

Weaknesses (List at least 3): Physically weak
Not very strong when it comes to hand-to-hand
Endurance
Cannot take very many hits before becoming useless
Night Blindness
Has a harder time seeing at night or in the darkness than others, her eyes also adjust slower than most.



Personality: Holly is mostly used to talking to one other person with the occasional passer by survivor, so she is a little... rusty... with social cues. She can go very long amounts of time without saying anything at all in a conversation. She thinks carefully about her words and actions before she does them and is very methodical and calculating when it comes to making friends. She is practiced at letting herself close up as she makes a brutal yet logical decision. It takes someone who knows her very intimately to really crack through the barriers she puts up.

In casual conversation, Holly's weapon of choice is her sarcasm. When she feels comfortable she can talk a lot, especially if it is about something she is interested in, but until she gets to that level of comfort, which may take days or hours depending on the person. It takes a lot to actually anger Holly enough to get in someones face. She sees anger as a weakness that got some people she knew killed so she tries to contol it best she could and think things through. Usually she goes very quiet, and slowly clenches and unclenches her fists a lot.

Weapon: (Kevin's) Ruger American hunting rifle, (Stolen off corpse) police issue hand gun, Hunting knife

Clothing: Wearing currently: White blouse, netted shirt, grey trackie pants, sneakers, a mens sleeveless denim vest (Pictured above). Other clothes: Red mens T-Shirt, blue jeans, knee high white socks, black belt, a few pairs undergarments

OPTIONAL:

Nickname: Hols

Fears: Being alone in pitch blackness

Character Quote: "..."

 

[Emotional Enigma]

So currently, the only characters out would be my own characters. They’re in a town called Sutton. All of the places in the RP are actual places in West Virginia, which is why I used Google Maps for the RP. I do it as a sort of a realistic approach to the RP. If the town your character is in is made up, I suppose we could work around that. If you want to change it to a real one, I’d suggest heading over to The Dead Hills - General Information and looking over the maps and picking a place that shows up on it. (Do keep in mind that West Virginia is a very desolate state in the US, and some towns are maybe 100 people or less.) You don’t have to change the town, we can work around it. But if you do want to, the maps can help.

You do have the option of being part of the group all of our characters are in, the Mountaineers. If you want to write that in for the character, go ahead. That would be the easiest way of getting your character in at the moment. We’d just have to work on ranks and stuff, since the group has an interesting way of operating.

I’m just throwing some options out there for you. It’s all up to you. I don’t want to have to make you wait. So just let me know

Clarksburg is in West Virginia lol it's smack dab in the middle. If I changed the position, where did you want me to change it to? I chose Clarksburg since it was in the middle of the map and I can change her to fit into the group of the Mountaineers =]

 

[Peacemaker .45]

Clarksburg is in West Virginia lol it's smack dab in the middle. If I changed the position, where did you want me to change it to? I chose Clarksburg since it was in the middle of the map and I can change her to fit into the group of the Mountaineers =]View attachment 387391

Oooooooooooooh it didn’t sound familiar to me LOL MY BAD

You can leave it as is then LOL but we’ll just have to work on getting you involved. I’d rather get you in sooner as opposed to later. We’re in a good time to get someone in since nothing really big is going on.

 

[Peacemaker .45]

Name: Holly Smith

Sex: Female

Age (minimum of 18): 19

Appearance: Holly stands at 5'6", she has a toned, athletic body and is very lithe and flexible. She has very small brown eyes, black hair that falls to her shoulders and brown freckles all over her body. Her face is very square shaped and slightly longer that usual, her lips are very thick but quite small, her nose is long and flat and a smattering of brown dots adorn it's bridge.

History: Holly was born somewhere in America. Both her mother and father had fled North Korea and her hevily pregnant mother had given birth to her in some run down motel room. She was sick, and didn't make it through the birth. After her death her father decided that he couldn't live without her. He took the helpless newborn to a government run foster facility and was reported dead by his own hands the next morning. Holly of course never really knew much about this, all she knew was that her parents had died when she was a baby. She was adopted at a very young age. A young couple who couldn't have kids of their own had taken her into their home. For a while, she was all they cared about, until, by some crazy miracle the couple bore a child of their own. This child was perfect. Her name was Hope, and all throughout hers and Holly's childhood, she was absolutely the favorite. Her parents couldn't help but be thankful for a child of their own, but they did not think how showing this might affect Holly, who had worked out pretty quickly that she looked nothing like her blonde, blue-eyed sister.

Holly was very resentful because of it. She tried to like her younger sister at first, but as she grew up, she always seemed to come seccond. They both started gymnastics at the same time, but Hope had more gold medals than her, they both got good grades at school, but Hope made more A's than her, they both enjoyed art class but Hope was the teachers favorite.

So Holly gave up.

She stopped gymnastics, she stopped caring about school, she started hanging out with the bad influences, the pyros and the junkies. She began down a destructive path that ended in her being estranged from her family and out of school by the age of sixteen. Being an independent girl, she had herself a couple jobs to sustain herself. She was living with two roommates and working at a nursery and part time as a shelf stacker at a big supermarket chain. If it weren't for getting the job at the nursery, she mightn't have straightened herself out. She began learning a lot about gardening and plants. She became really interested in nature and bought all kinds of books about them to study. By the time she turned 18 she was ready to get her horticulture apprenticeship and began studding.

Unfortunately, at her peak, was when the world ended. Holly was half way through her first year as an apprentice when the dead began walking. She was out with a group of workmates camping about 20 kilomiters west of where the mountaineers now situate their base. She and two boys and one other girl came back from their trip to find a ghost town. They were immediately all split up. She and a boy called Kevin Hardy were split apart from the other two. Hardy, luckily, was a hunter and had with him a Ruger American hunting rifle in hand

The two of them were able to escape the city and retreat back to the trees in their friend's rig, a monster 4wd Landrover that ran like a dream. Both of them were upset when it ran out of fuel, as they had decided not to go back to town unless they were going back for bullets or supplies.

Recently, Holly and Kevin had been observing the comings and goings of the mountaineers and wanting to join. Holly wanted to stay and kevin wanted to go. It was too bad that fate had other idea. A single mistake killed him. He found a bottle of rum in an abandoned hut out in the woods, and subsequently passed out on his watch. Holly woke up to screaming, and had to dispatch three stray zombies that were gnawing on his flesh.

I guess the choice was made for her.

Strengths (List at least 3): Flexible
Good at climbing up things and fitting in very tight places, useful for escape
Logical
Good at making informed decisions and thinking with her brain and not her heart
Plant knowledge/great survival skills
Knows most things in her current area that you can and can't eat, good at making shelters, good at fires, cooking animals and hunting

Weaknesses (List at least 3): Physically weak
Not very strong when it comes to hand-to-hand
Endurance
Cannot take very many hits before becoming useless
Night Blindness
Has a harder time seeing at night or in the darkness than others, her eyes also adjust slower than most.



Personality: Holly is mostly used to talking to one other person with the occasional passer by survivor, so she is a little... rusty... with social cues. She can go very long amounts of time without saying anything at all in a conversation. She thinks carefully about her words and actions before she does them and is very methodical and calculating when it comes to making friends. She is practiced at letting herself close up as she makes a brutal yet logical decision. It takes someone who knows her very intimately to really crack through the barriers she puts up.

In casual conversation, Holly's weapon of choice is her sarcasm. When she feels comfortable she can talk a lot, especially if it is about something she is interested in, but until she gets to that level of comfort, which may take days or hours depending on the person. It takes a lot to actually anger Holly enough to get in someones face. She sees anger as a weakness that got some people she knew killed so she tries to contol it best she could and think things through. Usually she goes very quiet, and slowly clenches and unclenches her fists a lot.

Weapon: (Kevin's) Ruger American hunting rifle, (Stolen off corpse) police issue hand gun, Hunting knife

Clothing: Wearing currently: White blouse, netted shirt, grey trackie pants, sneakers, a mens sleeveless denim vest (Pictured above). Other clothes: Red mens T-Shirt, blue jeans, knee high white socks, black belt, a few pairs undergarments

OPTIONAL:

Nickname: Hols

Fears: Being alone in pitch blackness

Character Quote: "..."

I like! Welcome to the story

 

[Emotional Enigma]

Oooooooooooooh it didn’t sound familiar to me LOL MY BAD

You can leave it as is then LOL but we’ll just have to work on getting you involved. I’d rather get you in sooner as opposed to later. We’re in a good time to get someone in since nothing really big is going on.

Alrighty then! Did you want to me to draft up an intro or just wait until you give me the go-ahead? =]

 

[Peacemaker .45]

Alrighty then! Did you want to me to draft up an intro or just wait until you give me the go-ahead? =]

If you want to get an intro going to establish your character in the RP, go ahead! Up to you

I suppose I can try and get us heading that way towards your character. Though I’ll have to think of a reason why to

 

[Emotional Enigma]

If you want to get an intro going to establish your character in the RP, go ahead! Up to you

I suppose I can try and get us heading that way towards your character. Though I’ll have to think of a reason why to

OKay, take your time, it's really no rush =]

 

[Peacemaker .45]

OKay, take your time, it's really no rush =]

I’m just waiting on someone. But we have a 2 day wait for people at the very most. We skip their turn otherwise.


I think I neglected to put that down somewhere... I probably should

 

[Lava]

I like! Welcome to the story

Yay!!
So my character was gonna go right up to the mountaineers herself, so I can just do that to join in?
Up to you of course!

 

[Emotional Enigma]

I’m just waiting on someone. But we have a 2 day wait for people at the very most. We skip their turn otherwise.


I think I neglected to put that down somewhere... I probably should

I made an intro and put it into the IC =] Thanks a bunch for accepting ~

 

[Cosmosis]

Dylan, you should know better. To the OOC. Now.

I’m just waiting on someone. But we have a 2 day wait for people at the very most. We skip their turn otherwise.


I think I neglected to put that down somewhere... I probably should

As for you other two, Welcome! I hope you both stay around. I'd recommend reading up a bit on where we are as of now. If there are ideas, me and Peace would love to hear them! Just put em in a PM or the OOC. Please, don't reply here though. We do have an OOC for ya know... OOC. Lol.
Lava Emotional Enigma

 

[idalie]

Name:
Przemysław Wawrzaszek

Sex:
Male

Age:
31

Appearance:

Standing at 6'2" the mechanic is strong, albeit strong for a survivor. With a slimmer physique, tattoos drawn up from arm to wrist on left and right, he makes for a rather typical Greasemonkey. Hair cropped short, undercut and shaven at the sides with a Selleck-tache and heavy stubble highlighting a jaw and cheekbones strong enough to make a middle-aged woman weep. Two blue eyes highlight his Slavic descent akin to the wisps of Polish that cling to his words from being brought up bilingual, although a second-generation immigrant. Rather scarred up, often dirty, when given a scrub he seems almost alluring.

History:
Tesla is the only son of his parents, who arrived in America as teenagers and promptly divorced after they had their child. His name being about as unpronounceable in the English speaking country as someone with their mouth stuffed with drawing-pins. Of course, this led to some marginal bullying, accompanied by his parent's destitution and odd European habits. His Uncle, nevertheless, had arrived in America years previously and owned a workshop downtown for cars for which he helped buy Przemek school supplies and Christmas presents through. He'd spend countless days after school, with his mother working two unqualified jobs, in the mechanics and developed a knack for all things from cars to motorbikes, and even enjoyed pulling apart lawnmowers for the hell of it. Unsurprisingly, Tesla dropped out of school at sixteen to pursue an apprenticeship with his Uncle, garnering the nickname from his close friends after he began growing a moustache as a joke which made him appear like the renowned Slavic scientist -- even down to the blue eyes.

Throughout his life, Tesla has gone through many jobs and evens studied to become an electrician as well as a mechanic, always trying to further himself and managing to cobble together almost anything from a pile of scrap. When the apocalypse hit, Tesla had been doing some simple repairs to a radiator; nobody coming in for work that day which made him question the epidemic quarantine to stay inside. It was of course, when he had to beat his Uncle's head in using a wrench that Tesla realised the world wasn't the same as it had been. Of course, his first port of call was his ex-girlfriend although since she wasn't home he continued to kidnap her dog, a small mute terrier, and hasn't felt remorseful since.

Moving on and getting favours from group to group who needed a mechanic, Tesla sheltered in an old radio station which he managed to get running through the backup generators to try and get in contact with other survivors. Unfortunately, weeks on from hiding out in the radio station, he'd found himself in quite the predicament.

Strengths:
+ Can fix anything from electrics to mechanics (anything being a slight exaggeration but he wouldn't have it anyother way)
+ A sweet-talker through and through, he's the man you should look out for when it comes to haggling for prices or otherwise.
+ Athletically he looked after himself and is a good long-distance runner
+ Survival runs in his blood faster than he does, and is quite the self-preserver.
+ Got a good eye for guns and unsurprisingly is a good driver if you need a getaway

Weaknesses:
- Non-commital means it takes people who are very special to him, for Tesla to stick around for longer than a year at most. He's the sort of person to vanish into the night on a whim.
- Full of himself and has quite the ego, Tesla might be a laugh but he certainly can get on your nerves.
- Doesn't take things seriously for the most part, and can be insensitive to death.
- His cooking, even if it be pasta, is enough to kill a small tribe of pygmies from how godawful it is.
- Women are oft a weakness he won't be able to get rid of his in his lifetime.

Personality:
This sonovabitch doesn't care if you've witnessed genocide he's in the apocalypse for a tough ride out to the finish. Although he laments the loss of his Uncle and that of his parents, friends, and other relatives, he seems to have become very detached from memories before the pandemic as a way of coping. He's not remorseful if he kills a man in cold blood for threatening him and won't take shit from nobody. Overall, he adapted to the world ending better than most. He even enjoys it, even if the mundane survival from day to day has worn off from the initial novelty. One can't help but see the freedom they were given the moment society collapsed. A sarcastic, egotistic prick with a soft spot for children and animals, he's not the bad guy you're looking for -- even if he seems it with his curt, cutting and loud opinions. Although never quite feeling as if he belongs, or feeling as if he belongs too much means Tesla is a disappearing act at certain points. Very dark humoured since everything started dying left, right and centre, with a questionable amount of medicine and illegal substances.

Weapon(s):
- Anything from his toolbox, favouring a red wrench.
- An old six-shooter revolver of his Uncles kept above the mechanic's safe, with only four bullets left.

Clothing:
Wears a pair of thick, patched jeans and a vest which has seen better days. Over this is a dark green woollen jumper and long leather trenchcoat with big, steel-toe-capped boots. A beanie is usually on his head and a red bandana tied about his neck (including dark goggles for welding) to cover his mouth with. In addition he wears fingerless gloves.

OPTIONAL:

Nickname(s):
Tesla, Przemek, Polack (derogatory)

Fears:
- Having his dog eaten by the undead

Character Quote:
"It's not worth doing something unless you were doing something that someone, somewhere, would much rather you weren't doing."​