Realistic or Modern We Are the Apocalypse (w/ a twist)

[thewildspirit514]

• Your Character Sheet
• Your Character Sheet
• Cursed One Types
• Cursed One Types

• Below you will find my character sheet for my character. You may use it for your own character sheet, but you can use any type that you'd wish. Once I look over your character, I will give you a "LIKE" and that will be your acceptance into the RP.
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  In the next tab you will find some of the types of Cursed Ones that have already been created. Use them as a reference if you want your character to be the same type.
  
  
  
• These are the types of Cursed Ones that have been documented so far.
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  The Walking Grave

  
  
  
  Name: The Walking Grave
  
  
  Fear: Loneliness/Abandonment
  
  
  Rarity: Rare
  
  
  Basic Appearance: Extremely thin, white skin, fangs, and rib cage-like protrusions coming out of back
  
  
  Things that can be changed: Eyes, hair, and any other physical appearance
  
  
  Mindless or In Control: Can be either
  
  
  Abilities: The bone protrusions upon their back can transform into long arms with wicked claws. These claws can cause massive damage and can block attacks. Their main use is to carry the corpses of those that the Cursed One wants with them. The strength of the arms are nearly impossible to get out of. The have almost an unlimited amount of arms that they can grow and shrink at will. These arms can also reach up to 15 ft away.
  
  
  While their strength and speed are increased, The Walking Grave is more speedy than strong.

 

[thewildspirit514]

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  Name: Callum Evert
  
  
  Nicknames: Cal, The Walking Grave
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  Age: 8 (physically), 18 (years alive)
  
  
  DoB: October 18th
  
  
  Race: Cursed One (formally Human)
  
  
  Hair Color: Black
  
  
  Eye Color: Black w/ red circles
  
  
  Height: 3' 8"
  
  
  Weight: 20 lbs.
  
  
  Fear: Loneliness/Abandonment
  
  
  Other: Callum is very skinny due to barely eating anything for the last 10 years, so he's almost looks like a walking corpse. His skin is very pale (almost white). Upon his back are protruding bones likes a reverse rib cage and 10 long, thin arms with each a rotten corpse or skeleton within its grasps. His clothing only consists of a pair of shredded shorts that are too big for him. They are held up by a dirty, old rope.
  
  
  
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  Past Self: Callum was a very gentle child who loved his family with all of his heart which would find himself butting into situations to help his family. Despite the current state of the world, Callum remained positive and helpful to his mother and father. He would always try to make friends with the other kids in his community, but they always thought of him as too soft and never really paid him any attention. Due to the lack of friends, this laid a seed of his greatest fear in his mind.
  
  
  Current Self: All everyday emotion completely abandoned Callum and he became an emotionless doll. However if he does feel any emotions it's set to max. Those emotions are usually despair, rage, and jealousy caused by those who show him kindness and then leave him. If someone does show him kindness, he follows them and wants to be with them like how a duckling would follow its mother. Not only would he go to the extreme in defending them, but also wish to spend ever waking hour (and not waking hour) right next to them. Anyone that tries to abandon him will see him break down into despair and rage. This is that person's last chance to stay with him. If said person still tries to leave him, his emotions suddenly switch off and he does either one of two things: kills them and carried their corpse with him for all eternity, or he holds on to them with one of his arms and never lets them go, causing said person to slowly die of starvation.
  
  
  
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  Callum was born 20 years after the world ended and became cursed. He was born to his mother (Heather) and father (James) inside of one of the many communities that humans huddled inside to protect themselves from the outside world. It was a well fortified place that protected them from the various Cursed Ones that tried to attack them or enter. Growing up, Callum was loved by both his mother and father very much; even to a point where his mother smothered him. Of course at such a young age he was completely dependent on his parents.
  
  
  Within his community he was just another child trying to to grow up. Despite the smallish size of the community, Callum remained in the background within the social circles of his peers and elders. He did try making friends, but they never really paid any attention to him. Thus, his only ties were his family. When he wasn't in school, Callum would either pass the time drawing or helping his mother around the small house they lived in. Due to the shortage of food, Callum's growth and weight gain were stunted; making him smaller and thinner than average. Despite these living conditions, Callum was a very happy child.
  
  
  However everything went downhill when his father died from a Cursed One attack when he was outside the city. To make matters worse, his mother then died two months later from food poisoning. Callum was crushed. When the rest of the community found out that he was now an orphan, they decided to leave him on his own due to his small size and unlikely chance of survival to adulthood. Left by himself after only knowing how to depend of his parents, Callum began a downward spiral into loneliness and paranoia.
  
  
  One girl in the community (Helen) however took pity on him and regularly visited him to keep him company and give him food. She became his new pillar and the one who he depended on. The grief of his family's death would occasionally come back to haunt him, but Helen would always cheer him up with games or stories. She grew to replace his parents in a short amount of time.
  
  
  Four months after his mother's death, a horde of Cursed Ones attacked the community. There sheer number overwhelmed the protective walls and the guards that tried to shoot them back. They wouldn't stand a chance. As the Cursed Ones rampaged through the community, Helen hid Callum inside a tiny bunker that could only fit him. He screamed for her to come back as she ran to find a place for her to hide. While inside the bunker, Callum tried to remain as calm as he could so that fear wouldn't turn him into a Cursed One. All around him he heard the roars of the Cursed Ones and the screams of the humans. Hours passed before silence rang out and Callum climbed his way out of the bunker.
  
  
  He was met with utter destruction with buildings flattened and bloody corpses everywhere. His only thought as he hurried through the carnage was to find Helen. He screamed for her until his throat was hurt, but he couldn't find her anywhere. After an hour of searching he finally found her as a broken, bloody corpse on the ground.
  
  
  At seeing her corpse, Callum was filled with despair and could only scream and wail. As he sat there the overwhelming thoughts of his fear reached the surface: he was completely alone. There was nothing nor anyone that he loved with him anymore. He was abandoned. When those thoughts and fears consumed Callum, he transformed into a Cursed One of loneliness and abandonment.
  
  
  He couldn't leave his loved ones - the ones that belonged to him and only him - behind. Using the grotesque arms that could grow out of his back, Callum gathered up Helen and his parents' bodies so that they would always be by his side.
  
  
  
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  Basic Cursed One Abilities: Like all Cursed Ones, Callum is not only immortal, but he is also extremely fast and strong. He can also regenerate his body.
  
  
  Unique Abilities: The arms that Callum can grow from his back are extremely nimble and long. With wicked claws at the ends, they can slash through almost everything. Their grip is something that is nearly impossible to get out of. Callum can grow as many has he needs, each time needing more the more corpses he collects.
  
  
  
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  Heather Evert

  

  Heather Evert was a kind woman who loved her son and husband very much. She loved her son so much that she smothered him and always made sure he didn't need her help with anything. It could be argued that her smothering is what started Callum's fear, but she only won't what was best for her son. She was a devoted wife and helped her husband make ends meat by selling quilts and knitted clothing to the community. When her husband died, she was heartbroken, but kept going for Callum. Two months later she died from food poisoning.

  James Evert

  

  James Evert was a serious and driven man who wanted to only provide the best for his family despite the world they lived in. He was a loving husband and father who worked as a guard to make ends meat. At times he could be rather stern with Callum, but he wanted his son to grow up into someone who could walk on his own when the time came for him to do that. One day as he was patrolling around the border of the community, he was attacked by a Cursed One and died before he could defend himself.

  Helen

  

  Helen was one of the teens who lived inside of the community. She was considered by some to be rather boyish in her actions and mannerisms, and constantly found with some of the others in the community. When she heard about a kid who was left by himself after he lost his whole family, Helen went to see him herself. Finding Callum in the state that he was, she took pity on him and took it upon herself to look after him. Callum became like a little brother to her, and she protected and comfort him whenever he needed it. When the Cursed Ones attacked the community, Helen hid Callum inside the bunker in his home while she ran to find a place to hide herself. She never made it.

  
  
  
  

 

[Nudge]

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  Name: Mona
  
  
  Nicknames: Mona Lisa
  
  
  Gender: Genderfluid
  
  
  Age: 23
  
  
  DoB: Nov 20
  
  
  Race: Human, Scavenger
  
  
  Hair Color: Dark Brown
  
  
  Eye Color: Light Blue
  
  
  Height: 5'6"
  
  
  Weight: 120
  
  
  Fear: Being at a loss/Not knowing what to do and Forgetting something
  
  
  Other: Mona has large burn scars on their hands and forearms due to their crazy experiments and not caring for them selves during dangerous situations. Their nose is slightly crooked from some scuffle and never healed in the right place. The top of their left ear is cut off cleanly, and those who do know them like to joke that they did it to themselves. Mona sports wiry muscles and an intense resting face, although their personality is quite the opposite.
  
  
  
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  Mona is extremely devoted to learning all they can about just about everything. They are usually quite smart and flexible in their thinking, as they try to keep open minded about all things, but they are remarkably stubborn about lugging around random junk...For sentimental value of course! They are a collector of sort, art, pottery, books, and anything shiny can be found in their nearly bottomless pit they call a pack. Their attachment to objects and need for knowledge stems from their history, which you will learn about in another tab. When not examining and tinkering with their...Treasures....They are looking for food and more junk. They are usually quite kind and almost motherly in a way but if you get in the way of them and something they sees as important, they will not hesitate in being quite savage.
  
  
  
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  Mona was born long after the world went crazy, their father never present and their mother selling herself for some food and other things like that, but never neglected Mona. In fact, Mona was never lacking in affection, from their mother or her clients... Mona's mother was quick to take business elsewhere after her clients started asking about her child, and Mona spent life after 10 years old mostly alone, scavenging near their makeshift shelter for food and shiny things. After a while, Mona realized they didn't feel exactly female at times... And sometimes not exactly male, as others would quickly point out that they looked a bit like both. They announced one night, quite proudly by the way, to their mother that they were sometimes one, sometimes the other. Their mother took it well, and never stopped giving Mona affection and Mona quickly realized that she was getting quite thin and pale, while Mona them self was quite healthy. When questioned, Mona's mother would wave it off.
  
  
  Their Mother was gone longer and longer, and their mother looked more and more sickly. One day, the Cursed Ones started coming too close for comfort to their home, and Mona had to leave their childhood things, all their books,all their toys, all their little insignificant at the time trinkets. Because of this, Mona now becomes attached to things, all having a special place in their heart. Everything is precious.
  
  
  Mona's mother died when they were 12. She was practically a skeleton, a battered skin and bone doll. Mona left with their mother's prized possession, her metal armband. It wasn't anything pretty, but Mona made it for her when she was 8, and a little junior scavenger. Mona started losing their short term memory, just little things, and some long term things are hazy still. The trinkets they picked up all have memories. Their possessions are their brain.
  
  
  
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  Mona's prized weapon, a rifle made of different things they found along their travels. It maximizes heat from the sun and stores it for later use, and can use it to either power bullets to be faster and pack more of a punch, or fire a weak heat based attack. It's a flamethrower with bullets.
  
  
  
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  Miriam Albany
  
  
  A soft spoken woman who would do anything for her child. She started selling her body to survive and after having Mona had to work even harder for food and shelter. She never had a stable relationship, and wanted to protect Mona from the world's evils, although cannot anymore due to dying of a combination of starvation, exhaustion and sickness.

 

[thewildspirit514]

@Nudge


Accepted!

 

[Hoax]

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  Name: Dana Wildman
  
  
  Nicknames: Red, 'cause of her hair.
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  Age: 20
  
  
  Race: Human (Hunter)
  
  
  Hair Color: Dyed red
  
  
  Eye Color: Sea green
  
  
  Height: 5'9
  
  
  Weight: 138 lbs
  
  
  Fear: Failure
  
  
  
  
  
  Other: Dana has a large tattoo spanning from one side of her back to curling slightly around her waist. It's inked in jet black, though looks dark grey due to fading over the years.
  
  
  Her hands are calloused from years of labor, and are almost always covered in little scrapes or bandages wrapped around slender fingers. She puts little thought into clothing, so her usual attire is just whatever she has on hand plus her signature boots. End-of-the-world couture.
  
  
  
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  Smirking and casual threats, that would be Dana in the simplest terms. Raised by one of the more aggressive hunters out there, she absorbed his manipulative and survival-oriented way of thinking. Seduce, lie, cheat. Use whatever means necessary if it means profit and keeping your blood where it is. Dana isn't afraid to fight for what she wants, but due to her upbringing what she wants tends to be less than easy.
  
  
  Of course that doesn't mean she has no heart. The faux-redhead has boundaries and unspoken lines even she won't cross, like a personal code. She has a hard time admitting and realizing it, but Dana doesn't like who she is. What Ben made her into. Going through life in purely survival mode is exhausting and lonely, and she's starting to get pretty sick of it.
  
  
  
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  Brought into the world the same moment her mother left it, Dana was found half-dead by a group of Hunters. Their leader wanted nothing to do with her, but the others insisted they take her in until she could take care of herself. He reluctantly agreed, but said that if she was a nuisance he would off Dana himself.
  
  
  By the time the child was three she had started to mimic her care-givers. Repeating curses, hitting things with sticks, etc. By four she had started to observe people fighting, repeating the actions sloppily and trying to sneak attack people.
  
  
  Finally Ben noticed. He took Dana's training into his own hands, deciding she would be a new member for his group once taught. She learned quickly, eager to please and even more to prove herself once she was old enough to know what that meant. But Ben... Ben was not good with children. He trained her progressively harder as the years went by, getting more and more likely to punish failures. If she was so talented she shouldn't be messing up, right?
  
  
  Dana still went through that "rebellious" teen phase, but hers included getting tattoos and stabbing her "father" in the leg. She doesn't like to talk about those years, things went mildly downhill.
  
  
  Now she's 20. No longer tied down to him but still deeply a Hunter, Dana roams from place to place doing jobs. She still meets her old group every so often, but tries her best to avoid Ben if possible.
  
  
  
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  Ben McMillan
  
  
  Father figure and consistent jerkwad, Ben raised Dana into the Hunter she is today. He's much like the apocalypse itself; Old, merciless, almost always covered in dirt or blood. While she still feels some uncomfortable parental connection to the man, Dana has ultimately left him behind.
  
  
  

 

[thewildspirit514]

@KaiaWolf


Accepted!

 

[LlamaInDeHouse]

Name: Marco Adams


Appearance:

Age: 16


Family: Little sister(alive) mother(dead) father(dead)


Nicknames: Quiff-o


Race: Human (scavenger)


Tools/weapons: hammer, steampunk-like goggles.


Hair: Brown


Eye Color: Brown


Height: 5'4


Weight: 133 lbs


Fear: Death


Otherating Kailey, looking for his little sister.


Gender:Male


Name: Kailey Helens


Appearance:

Age: 15


Family: Mom(dead) Dad(Dead)


Nicknames: Flower Crown, Blue girl


Race: Human(Scavenger)


Tools/weapons: Metal glove, spear


Hair: Dyed Blue


Eye color: Bright Blue


Height: 5'2


Weight: 121 lbs


Fear: Spiders


Other: Dating Marco, looking for his little sister.


Gender:Female