When Darkness Comes.
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Jerico Lionhearth
Junior Member
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jade162
One Thousand Club
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The Cobalt Killer
Secondhand Wonderland
Name: Hunt Osborn
Age: 18
Species: Human
Appearance:
Personality: On the outside he has a stern, brusque personality, however, on the inside he has a soft heart and will spare the lives of those in need. He can emphasize with many, especially having lost his parents, and maybe later, after he's learnt to trust his fellow survivor, his old personality of jokes and joy may shine through...
Weapons: A Black Jericho 941 F
A Golden IQF .32
A Black Steyr Elite
Bio: Born and raised in the city, he is street wary and can defend himself. However, he also has a fairly good shot with a gun. His parents are dead but the whereabouts of his younger sister (feel free to roleplay as her if you'd like) are unknown. He has been surviving alone in a city apartment but set out to find others survivors and search for his sister...
cheese
Age: 18
Species: Human
Appearance:
Personality: On the outside he has a stern, brusque personality, however, on the inside he has a soft heart and will spare the lives of those in need. He can emphasize with many, especially having lost his parents, and maybe later, after he's learnt to trust his fellow survivor, his old personality of jokes and joy may shine through...
Weapons: A Black Jericho 941 F
A Golden IQF .32
A Black Steyr Elite
Bio: Born and raised in the city, he is street wary and can defend himself. However, he also has a fairly good shot with a gun. His parents are dead but the whereabouts of his younger sister (feel free to roleplay as her if you'd like) are unknown. He has been surviving alone in a city apartment but set out to find others survivors and search for his sister...
cheese
jade162
One Thousand Club
Lucyloo
New Member
Name:Elana Rose
Age:17
Species:Human
Appearance
She isnt Ever sad its just that picture)
Personality:She Always Trying to Stay Strong Only likes certain people but the ones she does like she very protective over them.
Weapons: She Has an Axe and a Hand Gun
Bio: Elana never had anyone she was abused By her Dad And he killed her mom she has no sibling she always on her own she always had a life of crime Stealing things and once she even stab a guy on her ride to Jail for Killing someone it happen The car flip and some how she survived and still is
Age:17
Species:Human
Appearance
She isnt Ever sad its just that picture)
Personality:She Always Trying to Stay Strong Only likes certain people but the ones she does like she very protective over them.
Weapons: She Has an Axe and a Hand Gun
Bio: Elana never had anyone she was abused By her Dad And he killed her mom she has no sibling she always on her own she always had a life of crime Stealing things and once she even stab a guy on her ride to Jail for Killing someone it happen The car flip and some how she survived and still is
Sinister Wolf
New Member
Name: Saya Hayashi
Age: 15
Species: Neko/Kitsune
Appearance:
Personality: Saya tends to be very shy towards strangers and people that she hasn't met before, but once she learns to trust them she shows the other side of her, which is a wild and bubbly young girl with a large, warm heart.
Weapons: The only weapon she carried was at first a katana sword, but now she also carries a small magnum handgun in her pocket for extra protection in case her sword fails her.
Bio: Saya was born in Tokyo, Japan, but her family moved to the US when she was only 2 years of age. Saya was thirteen when the bomb exploded and the apocalypse hit, and for the first year all she did was stay in hiding in a tall office building. Since then she has learnt how to handle her mothers sword, a katana, and now uses it daily to decapitate zombie heads. All of her family, including her little brother, was killed within the first few days of the apocalypse.
Age: 15
Species: Neko/Kitsune
Appearance:
Personality: Saya tends to be very shy towards strangers and people that she hasn't met before, but once she learns to trust them she shows the other side of her, which is a wild and bubbly young girl with a large, warm heart.
Weapons: The only weapon she carried was at first a katana sword, but now she also carries a small magnum handgun in her pocket for extra protection in case her sword fails her.
Bio: Saya was born in Tokyo, Japan, but her family moved to the US when she was only 2 years of age. Saya was thirteen when the bomb exploded and the apocalypse hit, and for the first year all she did was stay in hiding in a tall office building. Since then she has learnt how to handle her mothers sword, a katana, and now uses it daily to decapitate zombie heads. All of her family, including her little brother, was killed within the first few days of the apocalypse.
TheOutsideBox
Junior Member
Name: Smith Dim
Age: 50
Species: Human Outcast
Appearance: Smith wears a clown mask and has receding gray hair behind the mask. He wears a grey suit with ripped sleeves and charred edges. His hands are slightly burnt and hot from all the fire. His mask pattern depicts a happy clown, but now with all the char on it, it looks menacing. He seems to have a croaking voice, as if his lungs were burned. His face behind the mask is unknown.
Personality: Hysterical at times when he needs to be serious, and a very wish-washy personality. He seems to talk about himself in third-person, and it seems he is quite insane.
Weapons: Bloodied claymore with a silver handle, lighter, and a choking rope.
Bio: Smith was the father of Williams, the one of led POM. He worked with Williams to protect the time lord and the time line, and even trained Williams in every art of combat. Smith trusted him so much, he sent him on one dangerous mission, one to stop a terrorist threat. The mission failed due to an insider agent. When the bombs launched, Smith was taking a stroll next to a lakeside, next to a birthday party on his right. When the bomb hit, the mask of the dead clown blew into his face, fusing with his face. All of that happened while his body mutated from the nuclear fire and radiation. He grew an affinity for fire, being able to bend it to his will. The fire was within him, and he grew a lust for blood. He went on a rampage, burning down buildings and locking people inside it. His street name grew to Pyro, and he was hate by all. After his 5 week rampage, his rage subsided, and he realized what he had just done. He hid himself in the woods and ate the wild animals roaming around to feed himself. He was ashamed at himself, and told himself day and night he could never come back.
Age: 50
Species: Human Outcast
Appearance: Smith wears a clown mask and has receding gray hair behind the mask. He wears a grey suit with ripped sleeves and charred edges. His hands are slightly burnt and hot from all the fire. His mask pattern depicts a happy clown, but now with all the char on it, it looks menacing. He seems to have a croaking voice, as if his lungs were burned. His face behind the mask is unknown.
Personality: Hysterical at times when he needs to be serious, and a very wish-washy personality. He seems to talk about himself in third-person, and it seems he is quite insane.
Weapons: Bloodied claymore with a silver handle, lighter, and a choking rope.
Bio: Smith was the father of Williams, the one of led POM. He worked with Williams to protect the time lord and the time line, and even trained Williams in every art of combat. Smith trusted him so much, he sent him on one dangerous mission, one to stop a terrorist threat. The mission failed due to an insider agent. When the bombs launched, Smith was taking a stroll next to a lakeside, next to a birthday party on his right. When the bomb hit, the mask of the dead clown blew into his face, fusing with his face. All of that happened while his body mutated from the nuclear fire and radiation. He grew an affinity for fire, being able to bend it to his will. The fire was within him, and he grew a lust for blood. He went on a rampage, burning down buildings and locking people inside it. His street name grew to Pyro, and he was hate by all. After his 5 week rampage, his rage subsided, and he realized what he had just done. He hid himself in the woods and ate the wild animals roaming around to feed himself. He was ashamed at himself, and told himself day and night he could never come back.
jade162
One Thousand Club
Pequeno Burraidh
Beag Combatiente
Name: Reanald 'Raslin' Harper
Age: Twenty six and four months
Species: 'If I knew, I'd tell you...'
He's a snake-person pretty much.
Appearance: The first pic is more what he looks like, and is the more recent rendition of the rifle and head gear. The second was his first version, but gives a better view of his rifle. Raslin is generally two and a third metres 'tall'(Seven feet) but if laying down is about seven metres long(22 feet) leaving a five metre/fifteen tail/body behind him when moving. foot
Personality: Raslin is a very calm and cool headed individual. He won't risk himself needlessly, but often finds the idea of rescuing other survivors important. He is not a fan of his current form and would like to change back to how he had been before, but he is realistic enough to know that it is a slim hope. While most of his hide can withstand heavy punishment and light arms fire of rounds smaller than a .45 APC round, his snake body underside and his neck are softer and more vulnerable.
As another downside, Raslin was to be extra wary due to his elongated body, and has to watch his tail, lest something grab onto it. He also wears a visor during the day due to light sensitive vision(Though his cision is unparalleled at night. Think Riddick's vision)
Eager to make friends with people that don't run screaming from him, Raslin just does his best to survive day to day with a mod copped anti personnel rifle chambered for .338 Lapua rounds.
Weapons: This Machine. A reference to an old guitarist who wrote 'This Machine kills Fascists' on his guitar, Raslin named his rifle 'This Machine' stating that it kills zekes.
Bio: A simple man, Reanald raised a number of reptiles in a reptile zoo. When everything went to hell in a handbasket, Raslin attempted to save his pet constrictor, Raslin, as he had had him since he was a child. The bombs fell, and long story short, when Reanald came to he found Raslin gone, and his body changed to it's current form. Raslin's body and mind had mixed with Reanald's, though Reanald came out as the dominant personality. Realising that despite the circumstances, this was a gift, Reanald took Raslin's name as a form of thanks and set out to a nearby military base where his family was stationed. The base destroyed, Raslin made his way through the remnant's found a rifle and ammunition, and set out to master his new form before going on to survive the post apocalyptic wastes.
Reanald was also an avid parkour runner before the apocalypse, and has found his new body and extra arms allow him even more mobility, especially when climbing.
Age: Twenty six and four months
Species: 'If I knew, I'd tell you...'
He's a snake-person pretty much.
Appearance: The first pic is more what he looks like, and is the more recent rendition of the rifle and head gear. The second was his first version, but gives a better view of his rifle. Raslin is generally two and a third metres 'tall'(Seven feet) but if laying down is about seven metres long(22 feet) leaving a five metre/fifteen tail/body behind him when moving. foot
Personality: Raslin is a very calm and cool headed individual. He won't risk himself needlessly, but often finds the idea of rescuing other survivors important. He is not a fan of his current form and would like to change back to how he had been before, but he is realistic enough to know that it is a slim hope. While most of his hide can withstand heavy punishment and light arms fire of rounds smaller than a .45 APC round, his snake body underside and his neck are softer and more vulnerable.
As another downside, Raslin was to be extra wary due to his elongated body, and has to watch his tail, lest something grab onto it. He also wears a visor during the day due to light sensitive vision(Though his cision is unparalleled at night. Think Riddick's vision)
Eager to make friends with people that don't run screaming from him, Raslin just does his best to survive day to day with a mod copped anti personnel rifle chambered for .338 Lapua rounds.
Weapons: This Machine. A reference to an old guitarist who wrote 'This Machine kills Fascists' on his guitar, Raslin named his rifle 'This Machine' stating that it kills zekes.
Bio: A simple man, Reanald raised a number of reptiles in a reptile zoo. When everything went to hell in a handbasket, Raslin attempted to save his pet constrictor, Raslin, as he had had him since he was a child. The bombs fell, and long story short, when Reanald came to he found Raslin gone, and his body changed to it's current form. Raslin's body and mind had mixed with Reanald's, though Reanald came out as the dominant personality. Realising that despite the circumstances, this was a gift, Reanald took Raslin's name as a form of thanks and set out to a nearby military base where his family was stationed. The base destroyed, Raslin made his way through the remnant's found a rifle and ammunition, and set out to master his new form before going on to survive the post apocalyptic wastes.
Reanald was also an avid parkour runner before the apocalypse, and has found his new body and extra arms allow him even more mobility, especially when climbing.
jade162
One Thousand Club
@Veirrianna Valentine
Accepted!
Accepted!
Name: Jon Thatcher
Age: 22
Species: Human
Appearance: A Young Man in his early twenties, Jon has short, brown hair and an average frame. He stands approximately 6ft. tall, and is slightly more muscular than average.
Personality: Jon is a survivalist. He prefers to remain alone, independent, and able to move at a moment's notice. In the post-bomb world, he knows he is at a severe disadvantage, relying on his elusiveness and natural dexterity to stay out of the way of undead and living alike that would otherwise threaten his life.
Weapons: Jon carries with him a modified axe of his own creation. The blade and head are weighted to give him enough power to slice through the spinal cord of an enemy. The shaft is shortened, allowing him more maneuverability to strike in tight spaces with deadly accuracy.
Bio: Jon Thatcher is alone. Preferring to spend his nights under the stars on rooftops above the city, he descends to the ground during the day only to forage for food and supplies that will aid him in his continuing survival. Jon is quick and stealthy, able to scale the sides of structures with surprising speed while still remaining silent enough to sneak up on unsuspecting enemies. He is not above theft, or murder, in the name of survival. He lives and dies by the supplies in his makeshift shelter. If someone (or something) has to die so Jon can get these supplies, then so be it. He won't lose a night of sleep over it.
Age: 22
Species: Human
Appearance: A Young Man in his early twenties, Jon has short, brown hair and an average frame. He stands approximately 6ft. tall, and is slightly more muscular than average.
Personality: Jon is a survivalist. He prefers to remain alone, independent, and able to move at a moment's notice. In the post-bomb world, he knows he is at a severe disadvantage, relying on his elusiveness and natural dexterity to stay out of the way of undead and living alike that would otherwise threaten his life.
Weapons: Jon carries with him a modified axe of his own creation. The blade and head are weighted to give him enough power to slice through the spinal cord of an enemy. The shaft is shortened, allowing him more maneuverability to strike in tight spaces with deadly accuracy.
Bio: Jon Thatcher is alone. Preferring to spend his nights under the stars on rooftops above the city, he descends to the ground during the day only to forage for food and supplies that will aid him in his continuing survival. Jon is quick and stealthy, able to scale the sides of structures with surprising speed while still remaining silent enough to sneak up on unsuspecting enemies. He is not above theft, or murder, in the name of survival. He lives and dies by the supplies in his makeshift shelter. If someone (or something) has to die so Jon can get these supplies, then so be it. He won't lose a night of sleep over it.
Jazzy
Play It, Don't Say It.
Name: Drake Marrow
Age: 19
Species: Werewolf (Got to love them!)
Appearance: A Good-Looking young man with flippy brown hair. Has a muscular build and broad shoulders. Is average height, 6 ft. 3 in. has slick hair and, before the bombing, always kept it conditioned.
Personality: A loving, caring young man that wishes nothing more than to find somebody that needs him. Is very brave and is willing to sacrifice his own life to save somebody he cares about. Is ready to snap to action on the first sign of danger. Is very creative, and used to be first in his class. Is very friendly unless attacked or betrayed, in which case he has no problem killing anything that gets in his way.
Weapons: Drake uses a weapon called the Galvantula. The Galvantula is like iron knuckles, but electrocutes anything it touches. He also has a gun and a sword. The gun Drake found while searching for supplies. It is an Uzi. The sword was hand-crafted by his father, who died in the bombing.
Bio: The bombing happened when Drake was only nine years old, he was at school when the sirens went off and the school was brought into panic. The teachers made the children get in the hallway and curl up against the wall. Drake knew that this was basically a plead for death. He ran to the principal's office and busted a window. Drake jumped from the window and onto the dirt below. Drake walked aimlessly, searching for his home, but was forced to find shelter when the bombs hit. He soon went back to searching through the ruins, only to find his parents dead bodies. Drake, unlike most people, did not go crazy. He wept for a short time, and then got his act together. He was alone for years, until he met Skylar. She was the most beautiful person he had ever met. They fell in love soon after they met. One day, while they were looking for supplies in an abandoned grocery store at night, zombies broke through the door. They did the best they could, but in the end Skylar was killed by the pack leader. Since then, Drake has had no problem killing the cold, evil, creatures. He thinks of them as a nuisance. He still searches for a purpose to stay alive, but he knows that no matter what, he can't let anything get in the way of survival.
Age: 19
Species: Werewolf (Got to love them!)
Appearance: A Good-Looking young man with flippy brown hair. Has a muscular build and broad shoulders. Is average height, 6 ft. 3 in. has slick hair and, before the bombing, always kept it conditioned.
Personality: A loving, caring young man that wishes nothing more than to find somebody that needs him. Is very brave and is willing to sacrifice his own life to save somebody he cares about. Is ready to snap to action on the first sign of danger. Is very creative, and used to be first in his class. Is very friendly unless attacked or betrayed, in which case he has no problem killing anything that gets in his way.
Weapons: Drake uses a weapon called the Galvantula. The Galvantula is like iron knuckles, but electrocutes anything it touches. He also has a gun and a sword. The gun Drake found while searching for supplies. It is an Uzi. The sword was hand-crafted by his father, who died in the bombing.
Bio: The bombing happened when Drake was only nine years old, he was at school when the sirens went off and the school was brought into panic. The teachers made the children get in the hallway and curl up against the wall. Drake knew that this was basically a plead for death. He ran to the principal's office and busted a window. Drake jumped from the window and onto the dirt below. Drake walked aimlessly, searching for his home, but was forced to find shelter when the bombs hit. He soon went back to searching through the ruins, only to find his parents dead bodies. Drake, unlike most people, did not go crazy. He wept for a short time, and then got his act together. He was alone for years, until he met Skylar. She was the most beautiful person he had ever met. They fell in love soon after they met. One day, while they were looking for supplies in an abandoned grocery store at night, zombies broke through the door. They did the best they could, but in the end Skylar was killed by the pack leader. Since then, Drake has had no problem killing the cold, evil, creatures. He thinks of them as a nuisance. He still searches for a purpose to stay alive, but he knows that no matter what, he can't let anything get in the way of survival.
Simonthezombiekitty
New Member
Name: Abyss Blair
Age: 25
Species: Neko
Appearance: <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_05/neko.jpg.966e8ad74e5bc610b397a4fee3b7b4de.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="19317" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_05/neko.jpg.966e8ad74e5bc610b397a4fee3b7b4de.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
Personality: Abyss thinks of himself as a "bad-ass". But in all reality he is just stuck up and kind of a jerk. If you can get past his wall however he shows more of his sweet side and can be one of the nicest people ever. Getting past that wall is quite difficult however and ever since the fight where he lost his love and his eye he keeps distant from everyone if possible.
Weapons: <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_05/zombie-apocalypse-weapon02.jpg.df5c9cca99f3475cbded6b9a2738975a.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="19318" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_05/zombie-apocalypse-weapon02.jpg.df5c9cca99f3475cbded6b9a2738975a.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
Bio: Alexander Blair grew up a fairly normal life, until everything happened, he was shocked out of a comfortable sleep by a loud explosion and the roar of gunfire and helicopters and rolled over removing his arm from the hip of the love of his life, he stumbled to the window in his daze of sleep to realize what had happened. " The news was right! grab what you can and lets go!". The beautiful young woman pulled on her clothing and shoes, quickly helped pack bags and they both took off out the door. He cant remember how long they lasted. A week? maybe two? before the worst happened. They were late getting back to camp, it was getting dark, everyone knew what that meant. They were almost to the gates when they got mobbed by the pack of infected dogs. She was bitten almost immediately, Alex grabbed her, threw her over his shoulder and ran, but not before a sharp claw of an infected hound snagged his eye. Inside camp he saw the pain she was going through and could almost see her vision growing dark, it wasn't long before her smell changed.. not her anymore.. death. She took one last look at Alex before taking her gun out of her hip holster mouthing "goodbye, love" and delivering the final blow to her temple. He heard the talks of the others, "Look at his eye.. just a dark abyss " and that's what they began calling him "Abyss" he shut everyone out, anyone he could anyway. And promised to live to the end as his love wouldn't die in vain.
Extra: <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_05/cat3.jpg.89fa4ccba530fea87652c81bb57f9d8f.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="19323" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_05/cat3.jpg.89fa4ccba530fea87652c81bb57f9d8f.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> cat coloring= hair color and eye color
Age: 25
Species: Neko
Appearance: <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_05/neko.jpg.966e8ad74e5bc610b397a4fee3b7b4de.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="19317" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_05/neko.jpg.966e8ad74e5bc610b397a4fee3b7b4de.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
Personality: Abyss thinks of himself as a "bad-ass". But in all reality he is just stuck up and kind of a jerk. If you can get past his wall however he shows more of his sweet side and can be one of the nicest people ever. Getting past that wall is quite difficult however and ever since the fight where he lost his love and his eye he keeps distant from everyone if possible.
Weapons: <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_05/zombie-apocalypse-weapon02.jpg.df5c9cca99f3475cbded6b9a2738975a.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="19318" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_05/zombie-apocalypse-weapon02.jpg.df5c9cca99f3475cbded6b9a2738975a.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
Bio: Alexander Blair grew up a fairly normal life, until everything happened, he was shocked out of a comfortable sleep by a loud explosion and the roar of gunfire and helicopters and rolled over removing his arm from the hip of the love of his life, he stumbled to the window in his daze of sleep to realize what had happened. " The news was right! grab what you can and lets go!". The beautiful young woman pulled on her clothing and shoes, quickly helped pack bags and they both took off out the door. He cant remember how long they lasted. A week? maybe two? before the worst happened. They were late getting back to camp, it was getting dark, everyone knew what that meant. They were almost to the gates when they got mobbed by the pack of infected dogs. She was bitten almost immediately, Alex grabbed her, threw her over his shoulder and ran, but not before a sharp claw of an infected hound snagged his eye. Inside camp he saw the pain she was going through and could almost see her vision growing dark, it wasn't long before her smell changed.. not her anymore.. death. She took one last look at Alex before taking her gun out of her hip holster mouthing "goodbye, love" and delivering the final blow to her temple. He heard the talks of the others, "Look at his eye.. just a dark abyss " and that's what they began calling him "Abyss" he shut everyone out, anyone he could anyway. And promised to live to the end as his love wouldn't die in vain.
Extra: <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_05/cat3.jpg.89fa4ccba530fea87652c81bb57f9d8f.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="19323" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_05/cat3.jpg.89fa4ccba530fea87652c81bb57f9d8f.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> cat coloring= hair color and eye color
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jade162
One Thousand Club
Oakland
New Member
Name: Saul Torres (Aka El Cruzado)
Age: 34
Species: Human
Appearance: He is muscular however slightly on the shorter side only standing at about 5'7". He generally wears a his luchador mask, a floral Hawaiian shirt, a sweat stained white singlet underneath, a pair of comfortable fitting brown pants, some worn in sneakers and fighting tape around his wrists. His back and arms are covered in tattoos relating to his family, beliefs, and memories. Unfortunately these aren't all recognizable due to the scars that cover his body from the adversity he has faced both before and after the bombs dropped. He has a pair of deep and troubled green eyes underneath.
Personality: He is a kind and caring individual with a strong fighting spirit. He can be a bit cheesy at times. Generally speaking he is a calm man who enjoys the company of others. He's willing to take abuse but cannot stand by as other suffer or are in peril. Saul is known for his love of children and strong connections to those he would call his family. He believes that the traditional values of his hometown should not be lost int he wake of human destruction. He tries to put forth a good example and embody the idea of El Cruzado.
Weapons: Only his wrestling abilities and a steel baseball bat he came across.
Bio: Saul's friends often described him as a caring and selfless person who always wanted to help others out. When he was in the ring however this couldn't be farther from the truth. Before society collapsed Saul was an up and coming fan favorite Luchador, traveling the world with various companies hoping to make it big. He was a fan favorite for in in ring charisma and antics. On the day he signed his contract to get into the big leagues with the WWE (or equivalent in your universe) the bombs went off. Everything changed for Saul as he was cut off from everything he ever loved and his dream were crushed. He spent some time as a broken man, wandering around looking for a way to survive and process the situation. It wasn't until he saw a young woman being chased by some thugs while other survivors looked on that he realized his higher purpose. He put on his mask and charged into protect her. After saving her with his wrestling abilities he realized that he had to make sure that humanity didn't turn into monster worse than the ones that haunted them every night. He saw it as a chance to finally become El Cruzado in mind and body and make the world a better place, some person at a time. He has always worn his mask since.
Age: 34
Species: Human
Appearance: He is muscular however slightly on the shorter side only standing at about 5'7". He generally wears a his luchador mask, a floral Hawaiian shirt, a sweat stained white singlet underneath, a pair of comfortable fitting brown pants, some worn in sneakers and fighting tape around his wrists. His back and arms are covered in tattoos relating to his family, beliefs, and memories. Unfortunately these aren't all recognizable due to the scars that cover his body from the adversity he has faced both before and after the bombs dropped. He has a pair of deep and troubled green eyes underneath.
Personality: He is a kind and caring individual with a strong fighting spirit. He can be a bit cheesy at times. Generally speaking he is a calm man who enjoys the company of others. He's willing to take abuse but cannot stand by as other suffer or are in peril. Saul is known for his love of children and strong connections to those he would call his family. He believes that the traditional values of his hometown should not be lost int he wake of human destruction. He tries to put forth a good example and embody the idea of El Cruzado.
Weapons: Only his wrestling abilities and a steel baseball bat he came across.
Bio: Saul's friends often described him as a caring and selfless person who always wanted to help others out. When he was in the ring however this couldn't be farther from the truth. Before society collapsed Saul was an up and coming fan favorite Luchador, traveling the world with various companies hoping to make it big. He was a fan favorite for in in ring charisma and antics. On the day he signed his contract to get into the big leagues with the WWE (or equivalent in your universe) the bombs went off. Everything changed for Saul as he was cut off from everything he ever loved and his dream were crushed. He spent some time as a broken man, wandering around looking for a way to survive and process the situation. It wasn't until he saw a young woman being chased by some thugs while other survivors looked on that he realized his higher purpose. He put on his mask and charged into protect her. After saving her with his wrestling abilities he realized that he had to make sure that humanity didn't turn into monster worse than the ones that haunted them every night. He saw it as a chance to finally become El Cruzado in mind and body and make the world a better place, some person at a time. He has always worn his mask since.
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Pride&Perfection
Senior Member
Is this about right?
Werewolves; 10
Ryo Orihara - F
Samantha Carter - F
LeeAnne - F
James Morgan - M
Elroy Mathers - M
Spencer Arnoald - M
Darrey - M
Spade Valentine - M
John A. Wulfgar - M
Drake Marrow - M
Vampires; 11
Nichole Olivia Trevor - F
Yuki Snow - F
Scarlette - F
James Barton - M
Malik - M
Sei - M
Sedrian - M
Adam Shane Hilton - M
Ralph Orina Rivera - M
Staz Richtofen - M
Williams Dim - M
Humans; 31
Kristina Evans - F
Avery Burrs Sorries - F
Catherine Jennifer De'Wayne - F
Hailey Dale - F
Illithia - F
Caroline Forbes - F
Sienna Jubilee - F
Lark Romeo - F
Alexis Freemore - F
Ashnii Mertinez - F
Elana Rose - F
Ewan Kinnicide - M
Seth Carver - M
Cotton Hawthorn - M
Carter Jerns - M
Trent - M
Alex Villa - M
Zak Knight - M
Kevin Caecus - M
Alex Johnson - M
Ayl Thoran forhorn - M
Troy lawrence Colten - M
Nicholas - M
Kurika Yukokashi - M
Dr. Ryan Hyde - M
Isac Snow - M
Jerico Lionhearth - M
Hunt Osborn - M
Smith Dim - M
Jon Thatcher - M
Saul Torres - M
Nekos(Cat/Human); 9
Catherine Kengou - F
Rosette Evermore - F
Saya Hayashi - F
Blake Aron Droons - M
Ashton Silver Saverino - M
Daniel Michaels - M
Flint Westland - M
Felix Stryker Adorl - M
Abyss Blair - M
Mutants; 1
Craven Machiavelli - M
Cobras; 2
Khan Al-Medina - F
Reanald Raslin Harper - M
Unknown; 1
Eliana - F
Demons; 1
Maika K. Blyedart - F
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StarBeamPsycho
New Member
jade162 said:
misterpersonguy123
Some stupid loser
Name: Peter "Red" Orel
Age: 17
Species: Neko
appearance:
Personality:Very friendly towards others. Kind , Loyal , Strong
Weapons: Steel katana, bow
Bio: Was a traveler untill the virus started. Now red spends his time fighting zombies and trying to stay alive. Trained in martial arts and survival along with swordsmanship and combat training.
Age: 17
Species: Neko
appearance:
Personality:Very friendly towards others. Kind , Loyal , Strong
Weapons: Steel katana, bow
Bio: Was a traveler untill the virus started. Now red spends his time fighting zombies and trying to stay alive. Trained in martial arts and survival along with swordsmanship and combat training.
albin0fox
The Shinaniganator
Name: Donnovan
Age: 24
Species: serpentine humanoid (Scaley)
Appearance: light brown hair, yellow serpentine eyes, olive skin tone with darker scales, 5'11, roughly 190lbs, eyebrow peirced, tattoo on left pectoral (tribal rooster zodiac), athletic build clawed hands and feet.
Personality: a bit of a douchebag at first glance, he has good reason for his "harsh reality" outlook on life and complete disrespect for most others. He shows no respect till its earned. Despite his serious atitude, he is a rather playful person at times. Uncharmingly flirtatious, and chauvinistic, but only to keep women at a distance, as he wither doesnt trust them, or doesnt want to get too close, considerig the circumstances. Overly protective of his jacket, its all he has left of a much simpler time. Smokes them if hes got them. Cheese
Weapons: His main weapon is a nail shotgun he made on the fly. He is looking to improve design should he come across the right supplies. But in truth, he doesnt really need it.
Bio: Donovan grew up privilaged in the Sacramento suburbs, but quickly discovered that to deviate from his parents version of the straight and narrow was not adviseable. It wasnt until he finished college that he began to find himself. He quit his job, working at a lawfirm office under his father, got a job as a cook at wahoos fish taco, in riverside county. He worked there until hed saved enough to go traveling. That was just before the bomb hit. He had been on a flight to the first iconic location he could think of, when the shockwave threw the plane as if it were made of paper, leading to the eventual crashing of the plane. He was lucky to come out with little more than a few bruises and scratches, but he watched in horror as a good third of the people died around him, screaming in gorey agony. Others began writhing on the ground, shrieking in terror as thier bodies were changed forever, while onlookers who had yet to feel a change ran, crying out to thier god for safety.
But what finally brought him to his senses, the dead were beginning to move again. In a panic he stumbled away from the demolished plane, getting as far away as he could. He managed to reach a small protected wood not too far away, but far enough to feel an assemblance of safety. As he thought over the situation, his concussed mind unable to comprehend the sight of people...no, dead people, eating the living.
Slowly the concussion began to drive his mind into unconciousness like a drug, and as he passed out he wondered with a dazed chuckle, why his hands had claws, and how strange that was.
When donnovan awoke, his body was painfully sore, but healed, and most definately not human. The first thing he noticed was his vision. If he chose to alter his focus, he could see heat. It was as natural a thing as far and near sight. The next was the strange awkward feel of his tongue in his mouth. The shape was, off, and after a thurough inspection of said appendage, he had come to two conclusions. One, his tongue was now much longer, and forked. And two, he could smell everything with it. Not too diferent a sensation than taste, which was completely gone now.
He spent an insurmountable length of time learning of his bodies new features, and exploring them, and the new environment filled with deadly creatures. His skin was contoured with dark olivey green scales, his eyes were slit in daylight, and his irises had been replaced with entirely yellow/green sclera, and with his now reptilian blood, he found himself basking in the sun for ridiculous amounts of time, just enjoying a sensation similar to being stoned.
What he found most fascinating, was that his hands and feet were clawed, which made running and climbing away from the rediculously agile dead much easier. It had become a nightly sport, to find a hoard and try to survive them, completely drunk on this new form of adrenaline.
How long he had been lost in his own world, living off the wood like an animal, he had no idea; days? Weeks? But when the new reptilian instincts became more a part of him, than a new distraction, his former self reimmerged, and he went looking for supplies.
Fist things first, he made himself a gun from the wreckadge of the plane. He then collected what food had yet to spoil and a few fitting articles of clothing, stuffed it in a duffel bag, and went off in search of civilization, unaware of how much it had changed...<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_06/1401864158513.jpg.cd64396d8f3af7974fbae3a440f9c729.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="19805" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_06/1401864158513.jpg.cd64396d8f3af7974fbae3a440f9c729.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
Age: 24
Species: serpentine humanoid (Scaley)
Appearance: light brown hair, yellow serpentine eyes, olive skin tone with darker scales, 5'11, roughly 190lbs, eyebrow peirced, tattoo on left pectoral (tribal rooster zodiac), athletic build clawed hands and feet.
Personality: a bit of a douchebag at first glance, he has good reason for his "harsh reality" outlook on life and complete disrespect for most others. He shows no respect till its earned. Despite his serious atitude, he is a rather playful person at times. Uncharmingly flirtatious, and chauvinistic, but only to keep women at a distance, as he wither doesnt trust them, or doesnt want to get too close, considerig the circumstances. Overly protective of his jacket, its all he has left of a much simpler time. Smokes them if hes got them. Cheese
Weapons: His main weapon is a nail shotgun he made on the fly. He is looking to improve design should he come across the right supplies. But in truth, he doesnt really need it.
Bio: Donovan grew up privilaged in the Sacramento suburbs, but quickly discovered that to deviate from his parents version of the straight and narrow was not adviseable. It wasnt until he finished college that he began to find himself. He quit his job, working at a lawfirm office under his father, got a job as a cook at wahoos fish taco, in riverside county. He worked there until hed saved enough to go traveling. That was just before the bomb hit. He had been on a flight to the first iconic location he could think of, when the shockwave threw the plane as if it were made of paper, leading to the eventual crashing of the plane. He was lucky to come out with little more than a few bruises and scratches, but he watched in horror as a good third of the people died around him, screaming in gorey agony. Others began writhing on the ground, shrieking in terror as thier bodies were changed forever, while onlookers who had yet to feel a change ran, crying out to thier god for safety.
But what finally brought him to his senses, the dead were beginning to move again. In a panic he stumbled away from the demolished plane, getting as far away as he could. He managed to reach a small protected wood not too far away, but far enough to feel an assemblance of safety. As he thought over the situation, his concussed mind unable to comprehend the sight of people...no, dead people, eating the living.
Slowly the concussion began to drive his mind into unconciousness like a drug, and as he passed out he wondered with a dazed chuckle, why his hands had claws, and how strange that was.
When donnovan awoke, his body was painfully sore, but healed, and most definately not human. The first thing he noticed was his vision. If he chose to alter his focus, he could see heat. It was as natural a thing as far and near sight. The next was the strange awkward feel of his tongue in his mouth. The shape was, off, and after a thurough inspection of said appendage, he had come to two conclusions. One, his tongue was now much longer, and forked. And two, he could smell everything with it. Not too diferent a sensation than taste, which was completely gone now.
He spent an insurmountable length of time learning of his bodies new features, and exploring them, and the new environment filled with deadly creatures. His skin was contoured with dark olivey green scales, his eyes were slit in daylight, and his irises had been replaced with entirely yellow/green sclera, and with his now reptilian blood, he found himself basking in the sun for ridiculous amounts of time, just enjoying a sensation similar to being stoned.
What he found most fascinating, was that his hands and feet were clawed, which made running and climbing away from the rediculously agile dead much easier. It had become a nightly sport, to find a hoard and try to survive them, completely drunk on this new form of adrenaline.
How long he had been lost in his own world, living off the wood like an animal, he had no idea; days? Weeks? But when the new reptilian instincts became more a part of him, than a new distraction, his former self reimmerged, and he went looking for supplies.
Fist things first, he made himself a gun from the wreckadge of the plane. He then collected what food had yet to spoil and a few fitting articles of clothing, stuffed it in a duffel bag, and went off in search of civilization, unaware of how much it had changed...<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_06/1401864158513.jpg.cd64396d8f3af7974fbae3a440f9c729.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="19805" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_06/1401864158513.jpg.cd64396d8f3af7974fbae3a440f9c729.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
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jade162
One Thousand Club
@Oakland
@StarBeamPsycho
@misterpersonguy123
Accepted!
@Pride&Perfection
O.o Possibly?
@albin0fox
Accepted!
@StarBeamPsycho
@misterpersonguy123
Accepted!
@Pride&Perfection
O.o Possibly?
@albin0fox
Accepted!
ShadowCompStalk
New Member
Name: Kako Karuma
Age: 12
Species: Neko
Appearance: Due to Vicious close calls there are alot of stitches holding Kako together. She is dirty black due to dying her fur in order to blend in into the darkness. Her Fur is naturally white, she is normally found wearing baggy cloths in order to carry her myriad of gadgets and tools she has mad to survive. She is 4'3 and very light and skinny. She leaves a streak of white across her eyes as a reminder of what her fur is like when she is not trying to hide.
Personality: Kako was holed up in a school with her family, when a hoard broke through and slaughtered everyone whole sale. Due to her parents giving her a chance to escape, she was able to move on, on her own. Keko tends to say very little and is very hyper aware, tends to always try to have multiple plans even with friends. She also tends to be jumpy and have a 1000 yards stare. She also tends to state openly how she hates people, yet she will be the first one to zip through and help someone in need.
Weapons: (If any? Probably guns, if anything. But swords and such are fine too.) She Walks around with a Solar Powered Back pack that charges her shock whip(Taser Attached to a Whip), she also has a 9mm baretta as a fall back when close combat does not work. She also carries components for traps due to her ability to trap and hunt what she can.
Bio: Kako was born into this world and does not understand anything before it. She would hear stories from her parents about how beautiful the world was before the Great War. She would hear stories about exotic foods, and activities that are so dangerous now to do due to the new population of Undead. There was a created outpost from a School where she grew up. As she got older her feline tendencies tend to come out and she found herself travelling at night despite the advice from everyone on the outpost. At an early age she learned to scavenge and was learning alittle engineering to a point where the outpost specialists where running out of things to teach her. With all of her skills she still was not due for her own trouble. One night while investigating howling that she has never heard before, she stumbled on a group of Zombies that were enjoying there meal for the evening. She kicked a can that she did not notice, which in turn rolled all the way to the group. After one of them popped there head up to investigate where it came from, a hoard followed her back to there outpost. The hoard was not that big of a problem for those on watch, it's the attention of gun fire that continued to see them get slammed by wave after wave of zombies. After a few waves of this the Defenses started to crumble and slowly but surely the inhabitants of the outpost found themselves over run. Keko Parents planning ahead in case they were to get over run, gathered supplies for keko to travel with. Some of these items are nets so that she may sleep up in the trees, weapons, ammo, water jugs, some food, and some survival manuals to help her learn what she needs to do. After leaving the outpost right before it was to get completely wiped out, she would look back to see her parents waving at her just to be tackled by a group of zombies. To this day the image haunts her as she rand away.
Age: 12
Species: Neko
Appearance: Due to Vicious close calls there are alot of stitches holding Kako together. She is dirty black due to dying her fur in order to blend in into the darkness. Her Fur is naturally white, she is normally found wearing baggy cloths in order to carry her myriad of gadgets and tools she has mad to survive. She is 4'3 and very light and skinny. She leaves a streak of white across her eyes as a reminder of what her fur is like when she is not trying to hide.
Personality: Kako was holed up in a school with her family, when a hoard broke through and slaughtered everyone whole sale. Due to her parents giving her a chance to escape, she was able to move on, on her own. Keko tends to say very little and is very hyper aware, tends to always try to have multiple plans even with friends. She also tends to be jumpy and have a 1000 yards stare. She also tends to state openly how she hates people, yet she will be the first one to zip through and help someone in need.
Weapons: (If any? Probably guns, if anything. But swords and such are fine too.) She Walks around with a Solar Powered Back pack that charges her shock whip(Taser Attached to a Whip), she also has a 9mm baretta as a fall back when close combat does not work. She also carries components for traps due to her ability to trap and hunt what she can.
Bio: Kako was born into this world and does not understand anything before it. She would hear stories from her parents about how beautiful the world was before the Great War. She would hear stories about exotic foods, and activities that are so dangerous now to do due to the new population of Undead. There was a created outpost from a School where she grew up. As she got older her feline tendencies tend to come out and she found herself travelling at night despite the advice from everyone on the outpost. At an early age she learned to scavenge and was learning alittle engineering to a point where the outpost specialists where running out of things to teach her. With all of her skills she still was not due for her own trouble. One night while investigating howling that she has never heard before, she stumbled on a group of Zombies that were enjoying there meal for the evening. She kicked a can that she did not notice, which in turn rolled all the way to the group. After one of them popped there head up to investigate where it came from, a hoard followed her back to there outpost. The hoard was not that big of a problem for those on watch, it's the attention of gun fire that continued to see them get slammed by wave after wave of zombies. After a few waves of this the Defenses started to crumble and slowly but surely the inhabitants of the outpost found themselves over run. Keko Parents planning ahead in case they were to get over run, gathered supplies for keko to travel with. Some of these items are nets so that she may sleep up in the trees, weapons, ammo, water jugs, some food, and some survival manuals to help her learn what she needs to do. After leaving the outpost right before it was to get completely wiped out, she would look back to see her parents waving at her just to be tackled by a group of zombies. To this day the image haunts her as she rand away.
jade162
One Thousand Club
Silverheart
New Member
Name: Asugi Biyoku (Bunny Tail)
Age: 13
Species: Human/Bunny Mix
Appearance: Silver, Long Hair With Icy Bluish, Silver Eyes. Thin, Tall, And A Side Bang That Cover Part Of Left Eye And Completely Right Eye
Weapons: A Blade That Is Icy And Silver, A Dagger Like The Blade, And A Sword Like The Blade
Bio: Was Born In Tokyo, Japan. Followed By A Protective Ghost And Family Was Kidnapped And Murdered. She Is Fending For Herself And Very Strong Fighting Zombies. Is Very Helpful on A Team And Will Kill Any Traitor
Age: 13
Species: Human/Bunny Mix
Appearance: Silver, Long Hair With Icy Bluish, Silver Eyes. Thin, Tall, And A Side Bang That Cover Part Of Left Eye And Completely Right Eye
Weapons: A Blade That Is Icy And Silver, A Dagger Like The Blade, And A Sword Like The Blade
Bio: Was Born In Tokyo, Japan. Followed By A Protective Ghost And Family Was Kidnapped And Murdered. She Is Fending For Herself And Very Strong Fighting Zombies. Is Very Helpful on A Team And Will Kill Any Traitor