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[Proven Deadly]

At the top hotbar you'll see a button that says "Media." Click that and paste the YouTube video link there (make sure it's a lyric video or only audio and not the official video for copyright reasons).


 
Just past this into where you want the video to be:

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[Jinx]

Yay! I got it ^^ thank you!

 

[Proven Deadly]

Yep (:


I have my free character Lucy. I just posted her first post, so there you go if you want to jump on into that!

 

[Jinx]

Ok I'll try! But I'm at work so it's iffy.

 

[Proven Deadly]

It's alright, you can wait (: Take as much time as you need, I'll freeze Lucy for you.

 

[Jinx]

Aww thank you ^^

 

[Achilles676]

Nathan Bassett

GENERAL INFORMATION

"What's your first name? You can tell me your last name too, if you want."


"Nathan Bassett."


“How old are you?”


"I'm 21."


“What’s your gender identity?”


"Male."


“Did anyone survive with you? Friends, family, etcetera.”


"None that I know of."

PERSONAL INFORMATION

“Describe yourself. What are some of your traits, good and bad?”


"I've been told I'm a bit anti-social. I don't really like dealin' with people but I'm the protector type, try to help anyone that needs it."


“What are some of your fears?”


"Seein' my family and friends die. I couldn't live with myself if they died before me in any situation that could be helped. And I absolutely hate being restrained, not being able to move. It pisses me off to no end."


“What are your thoughts on… This? I mean the situation… You know… The ‘apocalypse’, if you will."


"Its... I don't know, really messed up. People eating' each other, Robbin' each other in stead of stickin' together like they should..."


"What was your life like before this? Occupation? Lovers? Family? Tell me your backstory."


"I worked on my family's cattle ranch all my life. I did track in high school. Not the best, but definitely not the worst. My uncle served in the Marine Corps during Desert Storm and taught me a lot about hand to hand combat. After high school, I went to college in southern Oklahoma for two years, becoming a certified gunsmith and armorer, and moving back home. I worked on our ranch and a few surrounding others, helpin' out as much as I could while working part-time at the town's local gun shop and range. I'm visiting Georgia to visit a college buddy."

SURVIVAL SKILLS

“What are your skills? What things are you good at?”


"I'm an amazing shooter and mediocre at close range fighting. I was on my high school track team, I can ride a horse, fix a car, fix a fence, and mostly any manual labor."


“What’s your weapon of choice? What tools or weapons are you good with?”


"I'm best with rifles, but give me any gun and I'll hit what I'm aiming' at. Other than that, I'm okay with knives."


“Okay, I think that’s about it. Anything else we should know about you?”


"No, not really. That's about it."

 

[Proven Deadly]

@Achilles676 Accepted! I'm not sure why but I'm fascinated with your character. He reminds me of a mixture of Rick/Daryl kind of (:

 

[EtherealDarkling]

Dominique Mathenson

GENERAL INFORMATION

"What'sYOUR last name too, if you want."


"You may call me Dominique, Dominique Mathenson or Nicki if you'd like.... I'm doing quite well, thank you for asking darling."


“How old are you?”


"I'm in my 20s sir, 28 to the dot."





“What’s your gender identity?”


Female is my 'identity' sir."


“Did anyone survive with you? Friends, family, etcetera.”


"I left my family behind long before this madness, I'm sure they're doing dandy despite my wishes."

PERSONAL INFORMATION

“Describe yourself. What are some of your traits, good and bad?”


"Instead of just going down the list, I start by saying that I'm no fool. I love myself too much to put my trust in anyone else. Everybody lies, everybody deceives,and everybody dies, anyone who forgets this fact gets burned, as I've come to learn over the years. Some call me bitter, cold, twisted, but all I have is myself. I can end up with nothing and still have that at least... Despite my aggression, I like to be alone and to think to myself; any moment of peace is a blessing for me. You could also say that I'm good at reading people, both from an observant and aggressive stand point. If something needs to be said, I'm the person to address the elephant."





“What are some of your fears?”


"The idea of not being in control disturbs me greatly, as does feeling irrelevant or dispensable. I am not trash."





“What are your thoughts on… This? I mean the situation… You know… The ‘apocalypse’, if you will.


"There isn't much difference between the real world and this new one, The world is still ugly even with all of its societal norms in place."


"What was your life like before this? Occupation? Lovers? Family? Tell me your backstory."


My father passed away when I turned 18 and my mother passed just a few years ago. I lived with my brother and 3 sisters until I could live by myself. I've seen how ugly the world could be... it has changed my perspective greatly on many subjects, but I'm struggling to do better.

SURVIVAL SKILLS

“What are your skills? What things are you good at?”


"I think practically and I don't like taking risks. Like before, I'm good at reading other people and knowing how to take care of myself."





“What’s your weapon of choice? What tools or weapons are you good with?”


"Knowing how to shoot a gun is a given. Any knives or small weapons are my go to as well."





“Okay, I think that’s about it. Anything else we should know about you?”


"Nothing juicy, mind you."


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[Proven Deadly]

Accepted! (:

 

[Faenwen]

@Achilles676[/URL] Accepted! I'm not sure why but I'm fascinated with your character. He reminds me of a mixture of Rick/Daryl kind of (:

It's the hat

 

[Proven Deadly]

It's the hat

Ohhhhh I see it now

 

[DrCompton]

Robert "Bobby" Compton

GENERAL INFORMATION

"What's your first name? You can tell me your last name too, if you want."


"Bobby... Well, Short for Robert, but I prefer if you call me Bobby. Uh, Compton's my last name, but I haven't gone by just my last name for a few years. So call me Bobby."


“How old are you?”


"25, I think. Yeah."


“What’s your gender identity?”


"What? Like... Do I have dick? Cause yeah, I do."


“Did anyone survive with you? Friends, family, etcetera.”


Shakes head.

PERSONAL INFORMATION

“Describe yourself. What are some of your traits, good and bad?”


"Ahh, I dont really know, I was never good at describing myself. I ain't book smart, uh, I barely graduated high school. Ive always been the "bad boy" I guess, I dunno, just because I like hard liquor and sex, its whatever. I'll admit I've got a problem when it comes to drinking, but we've all got our vices right? Its not like I get violent or anything, I just... I like to drink until I forget what I am, and I can't feel my face. But hey, don't let that fool you. Im a friendly guy, I tend to see the good in people, maybe I trust a little to easily? I tend to get... get distracted by the other sex, y'know? If you've got a nice rack odds are you can kind of talk me into anything, but... at this point in my life, Im pretty easily talked into anything. If it needs to be done, Im your guy."


“What are some of your fears?”


"Spiders. Honestly who likes those things? Uh, Fireworks, it makes me think that shit around me is about to blow up, been there, done that, have a t-shirt, literally. I do. Its tan. What else, uh clowns... those dolls that people pretend are talking? Like that one comedian with the old man? I fucking hate those things, cause of that Goosebumps book. I mean.. your average fears."


“What are your thoughts on… This? I mean the situation… You know… The ‘apocalypse’, if you will."


"Oh this blows. I am not down to be bitten. Not during sex, not during a fight, and certainly not by walking dead people. The only good thing about this? Is that liquor is a little bit easier to get too right now? But eventually thats gonna run out and that... thats really gonna suck if I had to do this sober."


"What was your life like before this? Occupation? Lovers? Family? Tell me your backstory."


"I enlisted in the Army at 18, wasted 6 years of my life before I met... well, I met someone. After a few deployments, a few explosions, and a few long nights holding a gun to my head and a bottle of jack in my other hand, I was set straight by that someone. They turned my life around, and I repaid them by letting a fucking corpse tear her to pieces. I was 373 days sober. Funny how watching someone being eaten kinda makes you want to drink huh?"

SURVIVAL SKILLS

“What are your skills? What things are you good at?”


"Uh, I use be a medic, so I fix people with injuries. Dont ask me to diagnose you, but I can split broken arms and legs. Uh, Im an alright shot, I never got Sharpshooter, but I hit the right number of targets to pass basic. Oh! And I love to fish, like get me a fishing pole, I'll get us dinner."


“What’s your weapon of choice? What tools or weapons are you good with?”


"I use carry an M4 in the Sandbox, but I haven't fired a weapon in a couple of years. Its like riding a bike though right? I prefer an M9 Beretta, but I can make do with most pistols. And I use play baseball, so I can swing a bat pretty damn well."


“Okay, I think that’s about it. Anything else we should know about you?”


"If someone knows how to make Pizzas, I'd would appreciate that. I love pizza. I miss Pizza."

 

[Proven Deadly]

I like hard liquor and sex

omfg I didn't even see this before... you're great


 

"If someone knows how to make Pizzas, I'd would appreciate that. I love pizza. I miss Pizza."

me in the apocalypse


He's great, by the way, he's like Chuck Bass. I love Chuck Bass

 

[Chaos8ringer]

(I am sorry for that picture.. that's the most accurate thing i could find, sorry for the amount of.. detail ^^" if it's too much just tell me)

Steve

GENERAL INFORMATION

"What's your first name? You can tell me your last name too, if you want."


L-lets just go with Steve. Yeah. That's what it would be called in english.. i guess. Don't ask about the last name, you wouldn't be able to say it anyway. And yes, it's greek. Just like me.


“How old are you?”


turned 23 a month ago


“What’s your gender identity?”


I'm a guy obviously.. don't you dare laugh at my.. manliness.


“Did anyone survive with you? Friends, family, etcetera.”


I have no idea, but i am going to find a way to go back home ASAP, i need to look after my family! Of course i had to take a vacation when this happens! Curse my luck!

PERSONAL INFORMATION

“Describe yourself. What are some of your traits, good and bad?”


My traits.. my traits.. eh. Well i'm a pretty flexible guy if i might say so myself. i put up with a lot of shit in my past, heck, till i was 15 and changed schools i was at the bottom of the foodchain being harassed, beaten and kicked for fun, actually seemed like a competiton now that i think about it, 'who can kick steve the hardest?' so i can take beatings, both mentally, and physically too. Well yeah, and i'm quite patient. My multi-job -is that even a word?- as a waiter/cashier/system manager/europe wide techsupport guy (i hate that part)/amateur construction builder/salesman also taught me to put up with idiots and keep my cool, and i am used to sleeping no more than 4 hours cuz, how else should i be able to put up with all that work?! Shouldn't be a wonder that i'm ALWAYS tired.. So yeah, never work for family or else you'll be in my position. And now that i think about it, oh god i hope those guys are dead already. Why are there so many idiots on this planet?! Uh.. i mean, yeah, i can be pretty hot-tempered too, and ill-mannered, heck, an asshole, blame the blood, but i know when i can vent on someone or something and when i should just shut up. Other than that, sometimes i can be pretty thickheaded too and just walk off and do my thing my way once i've got enough of everyone. I like being alone too, sometimes just sitting in a dark room, thinking and contemplating about everything. Also some people told me that i'm crueler than they would've ever imagined, i dunno what they're talking about though.


“What are some of your fears?”


My fears? Well, two things that freak me out. Never, EVER, harm friends or family. I'm the guy who lives for others, and if those others are taken away from me, i have no idea what's going to happen, so keep it that way. About my second, actual fear.. well, don't tell anyone, but i absolutely despise dogs. Like, keep those things away from me. In fact i don't like animals in general, besides their meat. I Love meat. But yeah, if i happen to meet a dog, i will probably try to play it cool, not because i don't want people to find out, but those creatures can smell your fear, and that's the worst thing you can do, never let them smell it. Only thinking about the possibility of undead critters is giving me the creeps.


“What are your thoughts on… This? I mean the situation… You know… The ‘apocalypse’, if you will.


This? To be honest? I was kinda expecting it. No not such an outbreak, but the end of the world as i know it. Yeah i might sound like a lunatic because of that, but i truly expected it. Did i take any measure of preparation? No, and i hate myself for that. Buuut, at least i finally have the chance to grow a magnificent beard without being yelled at by my boss/brother!


"What was your life like before this? Occupation? Lovers? Family? Tell me your backstory."


Hell-on-earth-turned-paradise. That's what it was like. My parents left my home country with my two older brothers and moved to germany. Shortly after that, i was born and raised there. Been a terribly calm and silent kid, my mother used to say. We had a Bistro/Bar, depending on the daytime, and my parents and my two older brothers ran it together, i was too young for that. Also lost that place to some freak accident and it went down in flames.


But yeah, at some point i turned 6 and got into elementary school. I remember my first day like it was yesterday. i've always been the big guy. Even at that age. So what had to happen? Those other snotty brats started fights. every goddamn break from class ended in a stupid fight between small kids. At some point, things started to take an interesting turn and i had my whole class coming after me. and it continued like that for the next what, 9 years? Never actually told my parents that i was getting beating at school, but who am i to fool them? They saw my ripped clothes and all the bruises, so i was told to not hit back and just walk away. Bad idea. Things went from bad to worse. I wasn't fighting back anymore and got even more beating.. Till i snapped. Okay now things are getting creepy. It seems like i actually made a stretcher case out of someone. And i can't remember a thing. When i 'woke up' i was just sitting on some guy, knees on his shoulders, my fist raised and a handful of people trying to drag me off of him, his face beaten beyond recognition, and i could see the bones of my knuckles. He was brought to the next hospital, but no one ever actually sued me or my parents, and i have no idea why but hey, better for me, right? So point is, i might look like a strong guy but i am actually good at getting beaten up and protecting myself. In gamer terms that would mean i'm the tank. (Yes, i AM a nerd, got a problem with that?!)


Now that i think about it i should mention that i had 5 near-death situations i think, including blood poisoning, suffocation, cardiac arrest, bloodloss, getting a god damn grazeshot from a friend of mine with his makeshift Bow (never let kids use youtube guides) on my neck! good thing i saw that arrow coming and tilted my head to the side. Wait, make that six, my cousin tried out his new handgun on a rock, i was leaning at a tree outside on the field, when he was about to shoot i made a step towards him and heard two 'pangs', of which the second one was located behind me. Checked the tree and yeah, i found the bullet on the height of my forehead stuck on inside the treebark. Still need to beat the crap out of him for that!


Other than that, after school i wanted to go to the university buuut things took a turn for the worst and it didn't work out, at all, so i ended up without a job. So days turned into weeks, weeks into months and months into 1 1/2 years. Then my brother came up, told me that he's gonna construct something and asked me if i actually wanted to earn myself some proper money instead of those part-time jobs i used to do. So, i agreed. And thats how i ended up with that hell of a job. I'm the general servant of my brother's company and kept taking on more and more jobs to replace expensive co-workers. Of course i had a rather hefty paycheck at the end of the month and also a say when it came to company-wide decisions but still, i'd never recommend ANYONE to work for family. Seems like my little brother is going to join in too in a year or two, once he hits age 18.


But yeah, besides that, about that lovers thing.. eeh. Well. I'm more of a one-night-stand kind of guy. Had 3 relationships and all went down the drain in the most spectacular ways. Though i do feel the urge to have someone by my side every now and then.. but that's secret, ain't gonna tell nobody about that!

SURVIVAL SKILLS

“What are your skills? What things are you good at?”


I know my way around a computer which is rather useless now i think. Other than that, i'm the sorta guy who pretty much got born into this body, so i can bring up a surprising amount of strength for some time, though i don't exercise anymore, which is obvious if you look at my belly, so don't expect too much endurance, just raw strength.


Besides this, i'm an amateur when it comes to constructions. I could probably fix up a makeshift wall or something, a makeshift cupboard, and i am putting an emphasis on "makeshift". Bad things about me.. well, i eat, a lot. I'm also not the fastest around, but that was never an issue because i can stand my ground, never did that with those freaks out there though.


I also know my way around a few weapon types. That's what you get when you have a gun fanatic as a cousin. Actual built a working replica of the old cowboy colt in his father's, my uncle's, workshop. Nearly blew my head off too because of a stray bullet, that idiot. But yeah, pump-action shotguns, old WWII rifles and handguns, those i can handle. Though don't ask me about maintenance, i only know how to aim and shoot. My best range with a rifle was around 400 M aiming at a head sized rock. Never tried more.


I also had some back trouble when i was a kid, so my doc told me to try and workout or something. An old friend of mine just happened to tell me about a wrestling club nearby and, well, i joined. My back got better in a few months and heck, i learned how to defend myself. I know how to grapple and i might've not done it for a few years, but my skills haven't rusted just yet.


“What’s your weapon of choice? What tools or weapons are you good with?”


A gun always sounds nice, but, to be honest, when those things get too close, no gun is going to save you. Also don't want to attract them, so i'd prefer something durable to crack skulls and move quickly. A crowbar? Knuckledusters? The classic Baseball bat? Something like that.


“Okay, I think that’s about it. Anything else we should know about you?”


I came here on Vacation, i just arrived, and i have no idea where i am or where to go, and just now those things popped up outta nowhere, dammit. Also i speak three languages fluidly: English, Greek and German. I'm also 6'0 Feet or 1.81 meters tall and weight 107 kg/236 pounds. And, uh, ignore my cursing. I do that in different languages, whatever comes in mind first.

 

[DrCompton]

Steve is a lucky guy.

 

[Chaos8ringer]

Lets hope he's lucky enough to get accepted..

 

[Proven Deadly]

Accepted! Sorry, I wasn't getting alerts for this page but now I am.

 

[Atom]

Jonathan

Jonathan Harrow

GENERAL INFORMATION

"What's your first name? You can tell me your last name too, if you want."


“Jonathan. Jonathan Nathaniel Harrow...that name is one of the only things I have left in this hellish nightmare that reminds me of who I am...”


“How old are you?”


“I’m...I’m forty-nine...getting old...and in this new world that’s not a good thing...I fear for children when the day finally comes...”


“What’s your gender identity?”


“Eh? Male...I’m too old to care about all those other fancy identities.”


“Did anyone survive with you? Friends, family, etcetera.”


“My son and daughter, twins. That’s all...we’ve got each other and that’s it...My son, Mason, he’s a good boy...does what he can to ensure we all get through this nightmare..and my daughter, Chrysanthemum, heh...she hates when I use her full name, prefers to go by Chrys, she’s such a sweet girl...if it weren’t for her brother protecting her I’d be afraid what this world would do to her...she’s too innocent, too naive..her soul is too kind for this hellish nightmare...”

PERSONAL INFORMATION

“Describe yourself. What are some of your traits, good and bad?”


“Me? Bah...I’m a wizened old man...I suppose that means I’ve got some experience in the world..but honestly what can an old engineer do in a world like this? The only thing I care about is the safety of my son and daughter for as long as I can manage to provide it. My son and daughter are all that matter to me and I will do whatever I need to do to ensure their survival. Honestly I’d say they’re my existence...I have no will to live beyond ensuring their survival...”


“What are some of your fears?”


“What do I fear? Not death. I fear what death will bring for my children, what will happen to them without me...but I know deep down that they’ll be able to survive without me...that is what I fear...that they don’t need me...But even so I will continue to do everything I can for them...”


“What are your thoughts on… This? I mean the situation… You know… The ‘apocalypse’, if you will.”


“It’d be arrogant of me to say I saw it coming, and completely idiotic. Who could have seen this coming? No...I won’t say that...but I knew something was coming, although I didn’t think it would be anything as bad as this. But just look back at the world prior to all this? Something had to happen, something had to change...it was just....what did happen was terrible...”


"What was your life like before this? Occupation? Lovers? Family? Tell me your back-story."


“Our life before all this? I suppose I’ll have to tell you..I know you won’t get it out of my children..they’re...well they don’t like to think about it...”


“Before all this, in my early early twenties, maybe even nineteen, it’s been so long now...I met a woman, a woman who went on to be the love of my live. Seraphine Lacroix, one hell of a woman I met when I was attending college in Columbus, Ohio state...go buckeyes eh? Anyways...I had been beginning my studies in engineering when I met her. And no, it wasn’t love at first sight like I’m sure you’re expecting. Hell, we hated each others guts for the longest time after we first met. We were both in the same major and let me tell you, she was very competitive, always aiming to get better marks than me, doing her best to show me up whenever she could. It was...well quite a shock when she first kissed me. I didn’t honestly see it coming at all. There’s quite a story behind it in fact...it is...bittersweet to reminisce upon such memories...but...here at this moment I will allow myself the pleasure of doing so...”


“You see, it was a particularly stressful day when it happened. A large project involving robotics was due and mine well...it wasn’t exactly ready. But as I was preparing it in the lab Seraphine was testing her own a ways away. Needless to say she’d once again managed to upstage me and decided to cast a smirk my way when she caught me watching. You see I’d dealt with her upstaging me so many times that it was beginning to really grind my gears. I was angry...and jealous...so I cut some corners on my own robot...I managed to get it finished in time for the actual graded testing. Hers of course went flawlessly. Mine on he other hand...it broke midway through and somehow managed to completely knock over a large glass cabinet full of supplies. Our professor was quite aggravated and, in the silence that followed it was quite hard not to hear Seraphine’s giggling no matter how hard she tried to hide it.”


“And so our profesor then decided that I and the one who thought it was so funny would be the ones to clean it up while everyone else moved to the other lab. Hah...the look on her face certainly managed to cheer me up though. That triumphant grin wiped off in a second. The personal victory I felt in that moment was glorious. And so the rest of the students proceeded to go and test their robots in another room. And so now alone with Seraphine we began arguing about what had happened. She blamed me for her situation, I blamed her for being such an arrogant bitch. Using that term quite surprised her I noticed, as the look on her face was one of shock and surprise. To be honest I was thoroughly confused by her reaction. I expected her to get angry and yell back or something. No...what she did was far more shocking. She walked up to my, slapped me, pointed her finger in my face and said to me, ‘Jonathan Nathaniel Harrow, you are an idiot.’ followed shortly by her grabbing the back of my head and pulling me into a rather aggressive kiss.”


“All in all the ordeal was quite shocking for sure. What followed was a rather weird relationship that could only be described as a roller coaster. We had our ups, we had our downs, but over the years I’m glad to say that I wouldn’t have wanted to be with anyone else. And then things finally evened out when our children were born. Twins, Mason and Chrysanthemum...they’re...they’re the only thing I have left at this point..”


“As for Seraphine...she was lucky...in a sense...she developed brain cancer and passed away about a couple months before all this went down...had her cremated too, it’s what she wanted...it’s...it’s still kind of fresh with my children...they never really had a chance to mourn and get over it...so I doubt they’ll want to discuss their past...”


“But...Mason was a military boy, went through four years of Marine Corps Junior ROTC in high school, and he was supposed to ship off to boot camp in a few months before all this went down. But I don’t see that happening now...Chrysanthemum was...she is...my innocent little girl, always so kind hearted and honest. She wanted to get into business after high school, had her whole college plans all ready. In fact she was waiting on her acceptance letter when all this hit the fan...”


“God....I....I can’t keep on talking about this...it pains me to think of what would have been...”

SURVIVAL SKILLS

“What are your skills? What things are you good at?”


“I was an engineer by trade, fixing things, building things, that’s the main thing that’s really useful out here now, I don’t need to worry about all the mathematics skills and whatnot now...they’re all irrelevant.”


“What’s your weapon of choice? What tools or weapons are you good with?”


“Weapon of choice? Well...I managed to rig up a nail gun to use CO2 tanks like a paintball gun so I suppose it’d be that. The things silent, ammo isn’t too hard to find if you check the right places, I mean who’s going to steal all the nails? And same with CO2 tanks, although I typically have to search large stores for that...there’s a danger in itself there...As for tools, well I suppose I could use any tool proficiently, at least the basic things.”


“Okay, I think that’s about it. Anything else we should know about you?”


“I’m not sure if it means anything really but...I’ve had this foreboding sense for awhile now and I can’t help but think that my days are numbered...”

Chrysanthemum

Chrysanthemum ‘Chrys’

GENERAL INFORMATION

"What's your first name? You can tell me your last name too, if you want."


“It’s Chrysanthemum Abby Harrow...but please call me Chrys.”


“How old are you?”


“I’m 19, going on twenty! Like it matters though...”


“What’s your gender identity?”


“I’m clearly female through and through.”


“Did anyone survive with you? Friends, family, etcetera.”


“Yea, my father and brother, but that’s it..”

PERSONAL INFORMATION

“Describe yourself. What are some of your traits, good and bad?”


“Describe myself? That’s...that’s difficult in a way..I can describe how I try to be I guess? Well...I always try to live day to day looking at the brighter side of things, and my friends would always say that I could find the good in anything, and that’s what I try to do. There’s good in everyone and I do my best to find it. And so I live day to day giving everyone the kindness they deserve, regardless of who they are or what they’ve done. My brother says I’m naive and hopeless but...I’m not ready to give up on this world yet...”


“What are some of your fears?”


“I used to be afraid if silly things like spiders and snakes but...well it all seems silly given what there is out there now...now I’m afraid of death...and losing my father or brother. Those two are the only things holding me up..I’m not sure what I’d do if I lost either of them. Although I’m also claustrophobic...and I’m not too fond of the night anymore...not now...and being alone really gives me a fright..”


“What are your thoughts on… This? I mean the situation… You know… The ‘apocalypse’, if you will.


“I want to wake up. Right now I want to tap my heels three times and be back home. This is a nightmare, it’s terrible and I just...I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle this...I already rely on my father and brother so much...”


"What was your life like before this? Occupation? Lovers? Family? Tell me your backstory."


“I...I...I can’t I’m sorry...it’s just...I...someone died...before all this...I had plans for my life...thinking back on all that just..it hurts...I’m really sorry...”

SURVIVAL SKILLS

“What are your skills? What things are you good at?”


“I’m well...not really anything...I can’t shoot, I’m too afraid to try to hit one of those things with even a pole, I don’t even want to be near them...or well...wait I know basic first aid! Yea that’s right I took a couple classes in high school. Nothing extensive but I can patch someone up halfway decent I suppose! Although I can’t do much without supplies so...kinda useless...”


“What’s your weapon of choice? What tools or weapons are you good with?”


“I don’t...I don’t use a weapon or any tools...I don’t know how to use any of that stuff...”


“Okay, I think that’s about it. Anything else we should know about you?”


“I’m not sure what else I should tell you really...”

Mason

Mason

GENERAL INFORMATION

"What's your first name? You can tell me your last name too, if you want."


“Mason Dane Harrow. I go by Mason.”


“How old are you?”


“I’m nineteen.”


“What’s your gender identity?”


“Male.”


“Did anyone survive with you? Friends, family, etcetera.”


“My father and my sister. No one else.”

PERSONAL INFORMATION

“Describe yourself. What are some of your traits, good and bad?”


“I’m blunt, curt, too the point, and I can’t stand bullshitting around. When something needs done it get’s done. I try to keep a more professional attitude when doing something that needs done. Keeps me alert and ready. I know it’s not really necessary or even sensible to be this way under the current conditions but...this will all end at some point. I’m not sure when...but I intend to see it to the end...and when that time comes there’s got to be someone that’s ready to bust ass and get things fixed again...probably more than one...so when that day comes I’ll be ready. Until then I’ll do what I can to protect my father and sister.”


“What are some of your fears?”


“Fears? I don’t have any...okay fine I do...but I don’t really fear them, more like I acknowledge their presence and face them down each day. Death and loss are my fears. Loss of my sister, my father, and my ability to actually make a difference...honestly I’d rather die than become immobile...I’d rather take a shot to the head than break my back and be paralyzed. It’s just how I am...the day I can’t get up and do something my self will be the day I’m ready to leave this world and that’s just who I am.”


“What are your thoughts on… This? I mean the situation… You know… The ‘apocalypse’, if you will.


“It’s FUBAR. A bit of a military term in a sense, although not a technical one, more like one that most soldiers notice. Fucked up beyond all recognition. And that’s really what it is. But as I said...it’ll end at some point...and I’ll make sure to make it that far...”


"What was your life like before this? Occupation? Lovers? Family? Tell me your backstory."


“Don’t ask me that...I’m sorry it’s just...memories...painful ones at that...sorry.”

SURVIVAL SKILLS

“What are your skills? What things are you good at?”


“I’m physically fit, not really at my peak though, more lean than muscular. The way we have to eat does that to me. I’d say I’m a basic marksman, got fairly good scores on a hundred meter firing range but...we were shooting pellet rifles. I’ve never actually fired a real gun. And you know how it is, you don’t know until you do it. But I do know how to aim, and I’m strong enough to swing a pole or something. So I suppose that counts.”


“What’s your weapon of choice? What tools or weapons are you good with?”


“Anything that’s heavy and can bash a head in nowadays. I’d much rather have a good rifle or a pistol but I’d be one lucky son of a bitch to come across one of those now...”


“Okay, I think that’s about it. Anything else we should know about you?”


“Not sure what else to tell you...”

 

[EvilFishy]

Oooo, may I? Omg...this is exciting...ACCEPTED!


I am very happy to see an older character to join mine, too, though I suppose Reid isn't all that old. Welcome to the club. (B^D)

 

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Oooo, may I? Omg...this is exciting...ACCEPTED!
I am very happy to see an older character to join mine, too, though I suppose Reid isn't all that old. Welcome to the club. (B^D)

Here I am...Waiting for acceptance... And I was accepted mere hours after posting... but never got an alert...


Sometimes I think they hate me...

 

[EvilFishy]

Here I am...Waiting for acceptance... And I was accepted mere hours after posting... but never got an alert...
Sometimes I think they hate me...

Or it could be my total lack of knowledge on how to do fancy posts and whatnot still.

 

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Annnnnnnn

Or it could be my total lack of knowledge on how to do fancy posts and whatnot still.

Nah, not your fault at all. I had the latest post and this thread watched. It should have notified me regardless of what you posted lol