The Walking Dead: Dead Among Us

Yeah, I created the replay this one is sort of based off of. The only problem is my roleplay was here, but it got put on another forum, and I'm not allowed to post links to other forums here. Anyways, I wanted to go back to RPNation so here I am! 


BEX said:
Just wanna say....
Cynthia X Ryan....


Cyan....


Rynthia
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Nah, Cynthia won't be having a romantic relationship in the roleplay.


She's mai Clementine.
 
Oops forgot to mention that. This is basically his rp. Except the summary is crappy. Inspired by SuperChocoMilk's original rp.
 

Name:


Tammie Wells


Tammie calls zombies: 'Monsters'


Age:


17 years of age


Appearance:





Tammie is 5'10'' an weighs 135lbs. She not super skinny, but she's built a bit. Tammie has grey eyes with thick eyelashes, but she rarely wears make-up. She has thin eyebrows, and long fine black hair. Even though her hair is fine, she never has to do anything to it beside washing it, because her hair always is straight and seems to fall in place. Tammie has bangs, but they're starting to outgrow. Tammie has curves, but at times she dislikes them. Sometime it's hard to fit into tight places.


Weapons:


Tammie has no idea how to use a gun or a sword, although she would like to learn. Her mother if gifted with the sword, and her sister, Olivia, knows how to use a gun. All Tammie has is a bat and a pocket knife, and she's good with both.


Personality:


Tammie is strong and brave. She's tough as a rock and doesn't show much of her feelings. And when she does, she feels vulnerable. Tammie takes after her mother who is strong and fierce. Tammie is sweet and caring, especially with her family. She protective and will not let anything happen to people who she's cares about.


Even though Tammie is the second youngest in her family, she knows how to take care of herself. She's smart and always uses her common sense, even if she's in a tough situation. When she is in a tough situation, her mind slows everything down and she thinks everything through quickly and then reacts quickly.


Tammie doesn't care for romance. She's never fallen in love or had a boyfriend. When she was younger, she did had a crush, but as she's aged, she realized that boys are stupid and only use girls. Tammie loves to be independent and doesn't like to lean on someone else, especially a man. And now that there is the apocalypse, romance is the last thing on her mind.


Tammie knows a few things about hunting and survival, because she mother had taught her what she knows, but Tammie doesn't know enough to survive to the point of where she isn't starving all the time or thirsty.


History:


Tammie has and amazing family. She's always grown up being super close to her sisters. But when the apocalypse first broke out, her family started to fall apart. And it all happened three days after the first person got infected.


Her mother was boarding up the windows, along with Kelly, the oldest.


Everything was okay for the first couple of days. They all were scarred to death, but surviving.


And then after three weeks, Kelly became anxious. She was hungry and needed food, so she snuck out of the house a long with Gina. They went to go hunt for food, like a deer, but it was already starting to turn dark. They were downtown, far away from the house that they hosted, when they shot a rabbit. Kelly fist-pumped the air and went to grab it, but a monster grabbed her arm. It crawled out from where it hid, and began to gnaw on Kelly's head. She screamed and begged for Gina to help her. But it was already too late, and Gina was too scared to help. So she ran. Gina ran hard, but she wasn't sure about her way back. She ended up getting lost and eaten as well.


Meanwhile back at the house, Tammie's mother couldn't find Kelly and Gina. And then she realized they were gone. She went outside, and screamed for them. Which wasn't smart. Tammie could hear the moans of the monsters, as they began to awake. Elaine couldn't find her children, but she looked until it was dark, which came fast. Olivia had to pull her sobbing mother inside. They boarded up the door, and Tammie wondering if her sister's would be locked out if thy ever came back. And then the monsters came out. Elaine could hear the cries of people, knowing two of them would be her daughters. Everyone wept that night, including Tammie.


Ever since that day, only Elaine went to hunt, while Olivia and Tammie guarded the house. It's been like this since then.


((Mind if I do family?))


Family.::.





This photo is outdated, but this is Tammie with her sisters. She has no brothers.


((From left to right))


Kelly is the oldest and most adventurous of the group, and she loves to drag her sisters along on adventures and crazy places. She's filled with curiosity.


Then there's Tammie who's the second youngest. She quietest of the group, but is the bravest. She's laid back and loves her family a lot. Tammie is also super tall.


Gina is the littlest and the youngest. She's shy and sweet. Gina has an amazing voice, and loves to sing everything.


Olivia is the second oldest and has a huge imagination. She's reads books all the time, and loves a good mystery as much as the next girl. She loves stories and sees the good in everything.





This is Tammie's mother. Her name is Elaine and she is an amazing women. Tammie has always looked up to her mom, who has managed to raise her children well, along with her full time job. As a teenager, she was wild an adventurous, an has learned a lot throughout her life. She's strong an Tammie has never seen her cry. She loves her mom with all her heart.


Tammie does have a father, but he died of a heart attack when Tammie was three. The only thing he remembers of her father was that he was tall and lanky, with blonde hair and glasses. He was quiet and loved to read, especially the newspaper.


Occupation:


She was a school student, and just finally got out of school. She worked at many places like McDonald's and Pizza Hut. Nothing to big. She also did babysitting.

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Name (First and Last): Blake Porter


Age:16


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Weapons: A Glock p19...and a small metal pole.


Personality: He's a pathetic boy, in his normal life, he flunked school, pissed off his parents and made no friends at all.


Smoking is the only thing that keeps his mind off of his troubles. Hes full of malice to his parents and anything related about them.


He loves animals and cherishes them above anything else. He loves the dog he has, it would the only thing he worked for in his life.


Hes mesmerized by science. Hes a care free guy and can think his way out of alot of things.


History:His father the owner of a multi-millionaire company that every first son of the owner, would be the new owner of the company.


He hated being rich he wanted to do things for himself not have a maid or a butler there to do it for him. When he asked his father for a dog he was 14.... his father said no....So being the boy he was he walked away from his father and worked for the dog anyways. He bought her after three months... She was a Pitt bull... and she was extremely over protective of the boy.


Occupation:A cashier.


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Name: Hannah Moliere


Age: 14


Appearance: Hannah is 5'6" and weighed 120 lbs the last time she checked though she's sure she had probably lost a bit of weight, but also gained some muscle mass from having various activities such as carving, running, hacking, pulling out weapons from zombie skulls, etc. She has long, blond hair that she keeps up with pieces of black ribbon. Her clothing is simple being that it's a short-sleeved white and black striped shirt and silver jeans. Due to not being into sunlight that often before the apocalypse her skin tone is a bit pale, though it's beginning to darken. One eye is light blue with yellow flecks in it that almost seem to glow in sunlight. The other eye is, or was, similar until she had a recent injury (Though it was before the outbreak.) involving very sharp piece of splintered wood entering her eye. Due to further fragmentation and the entrance point of the object her eyesight wasn't able to be saved and she has a very large scar on the eye now. Instead of showing it off she instead keeps it covered with multiple cloth bandages.
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Weapons: Hannah's current weapon of choice is the Fox 8.5 Inch Hitam Golok Machete her dad had bought a year earlier. She prefers the easy to lift weapon compared to any full size machetes and does just fine on her own with it. It also works as a tool if needing to chop away brush, flay skin, etc. Another weapon of hers, the Amazon Jungle Survival Knife is used mainly for utility purposes, which it is great for. Besides the normal blade, it has a saw-back ridge design making great use for whenever sawing is needed, though that hasn't come up too often for Hannah. On the butt of the hilt is a compass which Hannah is constantly using to travel. The compass unscrews revealing a compartment inside the round hilt which previously had many things such a matches in it. All she has left is a needle and thread, plus a safety pin.


Personality/History: As a child, Elizabeth was quite friendly and tried to be friends with all of her classmates. It always ended up good then, though some people made fun of her as the years went on and she declined a bit in terms of friendship but she was still as friendly.


Getting her work done on time and at the best of her abilities was a priority of hers. If need be, she redid her work just to make her grade even better and had the determination in everything she did. Her passions soon came out in fifth grade and she began to love artsy stuff. For her age she was very talented in painting and used it as a stress reliever later on. At the same time she found a passion for guitar and trained with her music teacher after school on most days. This ability only increased and now comes as easy as walking to her. If it was possible, she would kill for a guitar now so that she could play some of her favorite songs.


On the day all Hell broke loose in her area of town she stayed home and was sleeping. That quickly ended as she could hear her parents running around the house gathering supplies into containers. Her attempts to ask what was going on were ignored at first but soon she was told by her mom that they were being told to evacuate the city and that she'd explain everything later and sent Hannah to her room to get any clothes or items she wanted. Within 10 minutes they left in her dad's car and drove out of town with a little difficulty due to traffic and the likes.


Hannah still didn't understand what was going on until she saw them. These... things. They looked like humans but they weren't anything close to one. At first she assumed they were just sick people but wondered why there were so many of them together and why they marched closer so slowly, or why a bunch of them were covered in blood. Then they began to attack people... innocent people. Kids, parents, lone civilians. They all died. At least that's what she thought but they rose and attacked others. She would've known that last part had her dad not quickly rushed them out of the car and into the nearby forests.


It was nightfall when they finally took a rest. Her dad took the time to explain everything going on to Hannah and they set up camp. It took Hannah a little while but she finally managed to fall asleep. Sounds of groaning awoken her and she found zombies closing in on their camp. She called out "Mom, dad!" loudly which woke up her mom and dad, with her dad supposed to be taking turns watching the camp with her mom but he had dozed off. With a few curse words and handing a machete to Hannah he sent her and her mom off running, though they were hesitant. He told them he'd be fine and would catch up to them. She watched him hack away at zombies for as long as possible before turning back around to focus on where she was going.


After that, they never heard from him again. It devastated Hannah's mother and Hannah herself didn't cry at all. Instead her emotions just numbed out and made it hard to feel anything at all. She stayed strong for her mom and they moved on, eventually coming into contact with another group who took the two in giving them shelter and food. Her mother had never really been the same, but then again neither had Hannah. Occasionally Hannah awoke to the sounds of her mother crying and would go over to her to comfort her.


A few days later a mission for food had gone wrong and the three that were sent out to get it had managed to trail a horde to the group's safe haven. As it wasn't the most advanced security they easily managed to find their way in and began to come towards the group. A few volunteered, and the three that brought the zombies were forced, to fight them off while the rest of the group fled to safety. One of those people were her mom. Hannah tried everything she could to stop her mom from doing it but her mom's mind was set. Her determination, the one she passed on to Hannah, was there. A determination to make up for her husband's death in some way, even if it led to her own. Kneeling on her knees and kissing Hannah's forehead she told her to stay strong. "Stay strong and you'll survive, no matter what. You just have to stay strong..." Hannah knew what her mom was also saying with those words. Goodbye. Her mom wasn't planning on returning. She wasn't strong enough. She couldn't survive. Hannah gave her mom one last kiss back. "I will. For you, dad, everyone. I love you, mom." With that Hannah turned around and ran as hard as she could in both fleeing and pain. She didn't stop until it was possible no longer. She was still hardened from her losses but learned to accept it as the harsh reality of her new world. Death would be inevitable for all she loved, be it before or after hers. She just had to make the good moments count and hold onto them. She would stay strong.


A week later Hannah left the group and traveled alone. The possibility of joining another group of survivors if needed wouldn't bother her, but for now she just needed to be by herself. It was time to not only survive, but thrive. This world took what she held dear but she wouldn't let that stop her. Her old self might have died but a new one was born. One with a passion, one with something to drive her. She would make sure to take out as many of those bastards as possible. Her new art is painting in the blood of them.


Occupation: Student


((I just realized that we're actually supposed to be ON the highway to Atlanta, so do you want me to edit my history into having it going back to that moment, or maybe having her be heading that way in the actual roleplay or...? TFW you thought you read everything and really didn't read everything and thus write a bunch of random crap. xD ))
 
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Name Corporal Rachel Marie Alvarez


Age: 20


Appearance


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Height: 5'6


Eyes: olive green


Weight: 135


Hair: medium brown and slightly wavy. When in uniform her hair is tied into a sleek tight bun.


Weapons: M-16, combat knife. Also trained in hand to hand combat.


Personality: as a trained United States marine Rachel is an Integral, initiative and tactful soldier. When out of uniform Rachel is very reserved but not afraid to speak up to defend herself. She has a soft heart for her allies and friends when they earn her trust. She naturally doesn't trust many people especially since the apocalypse has happened and she has lost her remaining comrades and had to execute them herself when they turned she has been wandering alone. She is stubborn and brave but she doesn't want to be a leader of any groups because she feels guilty for the loss of hers.


History: Rachel's life has never been an easy walk in the park. At the age of four her mother abandoned her and her family leaving Rachel with her father and younger brother. As a child Rachel grew up without the motherly touch that she desired. She began to resent her friends that had the "perfect American family". School has always been difficult for her. Especially the mathematics. She would often hide and avoid doing any sort of arithmetic which would lead to near failing grades and a lot of stress amongst her family. Her father had a hot temper and would often yell and belittle Rachel and her brother. At times the situation may get out of hand over the stupid things Rachel has done as an adolescent which has often lead to verbal and physical abuse. She remembers one certain instance when she was thirteen and she had a D as a final mark on her report card and Rachel poorly attempted to hide that fact because she was too afraid and ashamed to show her father despite knowing what may happen to her. Her father ended up finding the report card hidden in her room and repeatedly beaten her with his fists leaving bruises on her body, but only on places that can be easily concealed and hidden. She knew she deserved her punishment but she didn't quite understand why it was such a harsh one. Upon that day, Rachel's relationship with her father was changed. It was like stepping on eggshells every second of the day. One wrong move and her day will be flipped completely upside down with either it would be extremely harsh ridiculing insults or severe beatings. If Rachel would accidentally burn the family meal or drop a glass he would call her "a stupid little c-" or a "Useless piece of s-". He especially favored "stupid cu-". The constant name calling became a norm for her. It wouldn't be an average day without be called that. However it has effected her mentally more than she knew as a teen. She became very socially reclusive in her later years in high school. At point in times in her teenage years she thought about disappearing off the earth. She felt she was destined to become a loser that she was told she was. And at one point, when she was at her weakest she broke Into her dad's gun safe and pulled out his 42 glock pistol she laid it on the bedroom carpet from where the safe was. She was sitting crosslegged Infront of the weapon and stared at it. Thinking about every single reason as to why she must pull this trigger. After two hours she wiped the tears from her eyes, believing she was ready to cut her life at the young age of sixteen. She slowly began to lift the pistol to the side of her head, her entire body was convulsing. She aimed the pistol directly against her skull.her skin was glistening with sweat. She sat there in that position for a good twenty minutes sobbing hysterically thinking; "Just get it over with Rachel. It will only hurt for a few seconds." She breathed in one last breath and wiped her sweaty forehead with her other arm. She clicked the trigger... And yet nothing happened. She forgot to click off the safety. Furious, Rachel dropped the pistol to the ground and collapsed onto the carpet and began sobbing heavier than before. "I can't even f- kill myself." she thought. Suddenly she hears the front door open and she panically puts the gun back in the safe and quickly locks the safe.


Later that night she thought about her suicide attempt and realized how lucky she truly was. She wasn't ready to give up yet. She has hit the weakest point in her life and pointed a gun at her head and just by luck and pure ignorance she was able to walk away. On that night she vowed to change. She wanted self strength and confidence but she would never be able to attain this if she continued living in this house. She began thinking about enlisting in the United States Marine Corps.


When she turned seventeen she spook to her first usmc recruiter. He asked what she would be interested in doing and she didn't really know. She did play the clarinet in band for six years but she never really enjoyed music very much despite how talented she was. The recruiter told her about the life of a meop (musician enlistment option program) and how they are able to travel the world and use the best instruments that is available and as well as how meops are promoted slightly faster than other soldiers. Rachel said yes and her life in the military slowly began.


After passing her auditions and graduating from basic training and her MOS School


(Military occupation specialty school) she was stationed in New Orleans Louisiana. The first few months was extremely rough. Running through the mud, climbing ropes and ladders at extreme heights, running until you are throwing up your last meal it was all worth it when she received her eagle globe and anchor. At that moment she knew she wasn't a useless piece of s-. She has achieved what she always wanted. To be proud of her self and prove to herself and everyone she is great. At her graduation her father gave her a hug and a smile and told her how very proud he was of her. She knew he was still a complete asshole but his harshness and beatings prepared her for this day and she wouldn't change it for the world.


Occupation: United States Marine MEOP.
 
Name: Tomasin Firestone


Age: 16


Appearance:


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Weapons: A .22 hand gun, and a small box cutter knife.


Personality: Tomasin is a very calm and collected teen, his ability to rationalize in even the most intense situations have kept his kind heart at bay. Tomasin is a very mature teenager, always doing what needs to be done before anything else. When it comes to survival, Tomasin considers Fun to be a major factor. Tomasin prefers to work things out with words, and not through violence and force. Tomasin is very rational, meaning if something needs to be done in order to go on surviving, he would do his best to make sure it was done with out robbing, killing, or tricking anyone, As long as the people them self needed the supplies. Under a thick coat of rationalization, Tomasin holds a kind heart, and a soul willing to help anyone in need.


History: Tomasin was born and raised in the large city of New York, it wasn't until his 10 birthday he truly saw the effects of his parents divorce. His mother, once a workaholic and a nature lover, now spent all her time in her room, working from her small office inside, and only coming out to cook once a day. His mother lasted only another year after that, her death only a year before the outbreak. Tomasin lived in a close aunt until the date of the outbreak.


(He will be having alot of flashbacks to revel more.)


Occupation: Student.
 
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