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| January 3, 2012 at 10:09 pm #11223 | |
 Alec Feldherr | I have always wanted to do this Name: Age: Description: Weapon/s: Bio: Skills: Other: It’s 2012. As the world’s population increases, food and water supplies are dwindling. As a response to this crisis, scientists from all around the world developed artificial food sources. These food sources were fine for a few weeks until one person had an allergic reaction. He died. The chemicals in the food released toxins in the bodies, which reanimated them. The snowball effect happened and the world became full of them, some being stronger, faster, and smarter than others. Hope you enjoy! |
| January 3, 2012 at 10:16 pm #11261 | |
| Alec Feldherr | Name: Julian “Jules” Whitaker Age: 14 Description: Tall, Thin, Brown hair, red eyes, white, deep voice (for his age) Weapon/s: a wooden baseball bad with hammered in nails and a pistol. He only uses the pistol when necessary, because he doesn’t know how to use it properly Bio: Julian loved zombie video games. He was an expert in zombie knowledge and is just bright in general. When the outbreak came, he moved his family to an apartment building. One of the smarter zombies got in and infected his parents, who infected his sister. He had to fight and kill them all. Skills: Intellectual Other: He’s REALLY depressed. Ya know, cuz’ he had to kill his family. He also calls killing zombies a game. |
| January 4, 2012 at 1:58 am #12300 | |
 Megan | Name: Medea (like the play) Cheshire Age: 15 Description: She’s 5’8″ and looked older than she is. She has long wavy brown hair and sky blue eyes. She usually wears dark skinny jeans and a My Little Pony shirt. Do not be fooled. She is no one to be f*cked with. Weapon/s: Medea has a bright blue guitar (Fender Jaguar) with a blade on one side like an axe. She also strangles people with guitar strings, and the tuners contain poison. Bio: Medea saw her parents get infected by zombies, but instead of killing them she ran. She ran away with her little sister Imogen in search of a place without zombies. There had to be an end to this horror. Soon it became apparent that her little sister had been infected, but Medea didn’t leave her. One day they came by a town of humans and they found out what Imogen was destined to be. They killed her in front of Medea’s eyes. Medea then went on a rampage, killing everyone she could in that town. When someone shot her in the arm she knew her only hope was to run away. She did. Those people are still looking for her Skills: Trickery Other: She acts happy and fun everyday, but inside she’s dead. |
| January 4, 2012 at 2:00 am #12315 | |
| Alec Feldherr | (My Little Pony fan? Me too!.) |
| January 4, 2012 at 2:09 am #12384 | |
| Megan | (Hah, yeah. But the shirt has a bit of a deeper meaning than that.) |
| January 12, 2012 at 8:07 am #28532 | |
 Katie | Name: Fae Fightmaster Age:17 Description: 5’ 5’’, dark brown red hair with a white streak on one side. She usually wears a purple and black hoodie, a red pizza john shirt, and dark jeans. Also a tan military style hat, and an army surplus pack Weapon/s: a hatchet for close range, an AK 74, Bio: Fae lived with her dad (Major Conrad Max Fightmaster) on army bases her entire life. He taught her everything about bombs and fighting. When the zombie’s came, her dad was sent to Africa to fight back. She learned that he was turned. She took her dad’s truck and has been looking for a scientist to join her so that they can cure the zombies or something. She thinks of this as a crusade. Skills: can turn most anything into a bomb Other: Fae’s scared of heights, isn’t good at science or math(just literature, fighting, and bombs). |
| January 17, 2012 at 3:58 am #34955 | |
 Danielle | Name: Michael Martin Age: 20 Description: About 5’11, slightly built but only since joining the army. Dark hair that used to be buzzed, but is now growing, along with a full mustache and goatee that he tries to shave often. Bright blue eyes. EDIT: Dressed in a tattered army uniform. Basically green camo. Weapon/s: Assault rifle, pistol and ammunition from army. Knife for close combat Bio: Michael is a native of Canada and was part of his local installment of the Army Reserves. Never expecting that Canada would ever be invaded, his small town was overrun with zombies. He was sent out to fight off the first wave, but sadly lost his best friend in combat. The rest of his family fled while they could, seeking refuge across the sea. Michael planned on leaving with them, when he remembered one of his sisters was in America, where the infestation was worse. With his zombie know how and military training, Michael set forth to bring his little sister back home with her family. Skills: Army trained, obviously. Knows about zombies from extensive video gaming. Other: Has ADD, but don’t let that fool you, he’s actually very smart when it counts. |
| January 17, 2012 at 7:32 pm #35348 | |
 Pastel | Name: Dexter (Dex) Tyler Age: 19 Description: White blonde, messy hair that’s a bit on the long side. 6’2″ with a lean frame. Toned, but lacking muscle. One grey and one green eye. Usually has a smile on his face. Wearing a dirty white t-shirt, a dark green button down, and jeans. Weapon/s: Throwing knives, and a semi-automatic pistol Bio: Dex was in prison when the first wave hit. He’d been planning on breaking out since the food supply changed and things started getting bad on the outside. Who had the time to baby-sit a bunch of criminals anyway? He barely escaped when the infection got on the inside. He’s now headed back to his hometown to find out what’s left of his family. Skills: lock picking, thief, hot-wiring Other: Optimistic, and usually cheerful. He has trouble keeping company because of his history, which has made him quite secretive. |
| January 25, 2012 at 3:26 am #42016 | |
 Angela | Name: Rhiannan “Rhi” Shields Age: 16 Description: brown hair, brown eyes, 5’5, slightly muscular from training with her brother, wears a army training uniform that is a little big for her Weapons: a set of throwing knives and a bow and arrow Bio: Rhi lived with her parents and brother, who recently joined the army. Just before the outbreak she went to visit her brother at his base, while she was there the infections had started to rapidly spread. She stayed on the base after finding that her parents were infected. A few days later the base was broken into and her brother was infected. The only memory she has of him and her old life is his old army training uniform. While leaving the base after the attack she was able to grab a projection map of where the infestations are likely to happen due to the distribution of the artificial food. Skills: map reading, making weapons and tracking Other: She wants to fit in so she involves herself in other peoples business and tries to create tension between them
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| February 2, 2012 at 7:46 am #47720 | |
 Mariam | My first RP, so if I do anything wrong, please tell me! Thanks Name: Trianna “Wolf” Abasi Age: 17 Description: 5’4. Short black hair, but startling, sharp grayish-blue eyes. Not very muscular. Has a semi-healed wound on her leg. She’s wearing black scuffed up combat boots and a fake leather jacket which is old and torn. Her faded jeans are ripped from where she fell on the glass. Weapon/s: Small hunting knife and poorly made molotov cocktails which she made whilst in the store. Bio: She is of Kenyan origins, but her family had moved to the US before she was born. Both her parents died when she was a child, and she grew up with an adopted family who abused her. This made her a person who suppresses all but the most powerful emotions. She only had one friend in high school who nicknamed her Wolf because of her untamable short hair. This friend was turned into a zombie and nearly bit her as she escaped the school (narrowly). She now bares a long scar on her leg where she fell on a long shard of glass. After escaping the zombie infested school, she barricaded herself in a small, deserted store. Skills: She knows first aid, and can hold her own against moderate fighters. However, she is more into stealth rather than hand to hand combat. Other: She is quiet, but assertive when she speaks. She is on the most part a loner and acts difficult when when working with others. After her only friend was zombie-fied, she feels unable to function around other people. EDIT: She also swears a lot.
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| February 3, 2012 at 4:34 pm #48287 | |
 missanthrope | Name: Mockingbird |
| February 3, 2012 at 7:33 pm #48380 | |
| Angela | (how do we start one of these? this is my first time doing one of these and it looks like we have enough people to start but i dont know. any suggestions?) |
| February 3, 2012 at 9:52 pm #48456 | |
| missanthrope | OOC: Just go for it. The best way to start is by puting your character in a position where they are likely to run into someone else. For example, if someone were to come, say, visit the museum… |
| February 4, 2012 at 4:31 pm #48737 | |
| missanthrope | OOC: Alrighty then, I’ll start. Mockingbird whistled through the museum on her usual rounds, proping up stuffed animals and singing to the mummies. All was well in the land of the Mockingbird. For now at least. |
| February 5, 2012 at 5:43 am #49119 | |
| Mariam | Trianna woke to a sharp pain in her leg. Her cut had decided to act up again. She got up slowly, like a dog who has had too many fights and looked out the window. Judging from the angle of the sun slanting into the attic, it was late morning. She felt her stomach grumble, telling her to go get something to eat. But first she scanned the outside world for any sign of movement. Nothing, not even a breath of wind to rustle the rubbish below. |
| February 5, 2012 at 7:06 am #49136 | |
| missanthrope | Mockingbird quickly found herself a companion. The revenant was a young man, no more then twenty and previously well-dressed. Mockingbird played with him for a little while, moaning at him and droping out of his way when he lunged. They played like this for maybe ten minutes before her attention was drawn away. Something smelt, sounded, felt… different. Alive. OOC: from now on, I will refer to her as ‘M’ because Mockinbird is long and I am lazy. |
| February 5, 2012 at 12:51 pm #49182 | |
 Beckie | OOC: May I join? I used to be involved with RPs quite a lot but I just haven’t for some reason, I’d quite like to get back into it Name: Estella De Montfort Age: 18 Description: Long blonde hair, tied in a ponytail, so bright it’s nearly white. Boringly grey eyes and very pale skin. She blushes easily and it shows even more easily. 5’8″ and skinny, not muscular hardly at all. Weapon/s: She’s not strong but she can sure wield a bow, and shes not too bad at close range with a knife either. Bio: Grew up in the forests of Northern France where she learnt to wield weapons, she moved to America when she was 13 and struggled to fit in, 5 years on (other than the accent) you wouldn’t notice she wasn’t American born and bread. She wears latest fashions and likes nothing better than to just hang out with her friends. It will be a struggle for her to slip back into the way she used to be with the fighting and having adventures as she has repressed the urges to do this for so long. Skills: she will be able to fight, with a little practice to get her skills back up. Other: Nope Estella woke up in an empty house. Her family were long gone, it had been a struggle to kill them once they had turned but she had reminded herself that they weren’t them any more. Her Mother was not Laurel anymore, Her father not Jaques and her little sister was not Victoire. They weren’t themselves anymore, she had to remember that. It helped her from feeling guilty and now, a few weeks later, Estella didn’t shed a thought to them before grabbing a bowl of cereal and heading out. She took her bow just in case, she wasn’t as good as she used to be but she was still better at that than anything else she had in the house and she needed to be able to protect herself. She decided to go the Museum, she was searching for things that might help her to finish these creatures for once and for all and she had searched the Library, maybe the museum would help. |
| February 5, 2012 at 4:18 pm #49206 | |
| missanthrope | M heard them moments before they turned the corner. She wiped out her scythe and leapt onto the roof of a nearby tattoo parlour. Cautiously, she peeked over the edge.
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| February 5, 2012 at 5:54 pm #49246 | |
| Angela | Rhi woke from her restless sleep and looked at her watch 7:02 AM. She then scanned the dimly lit forest around her. She had picked to set up camp in a tree that night, not to far from the old base but also not close enough for anyone to detect that she was there. She looked down at her clothes, for the first time after the battle she assessed her wounds. Not as bad as she had anticipated but nothing like the wound of having killed her brother, the image still fresh in her mind. She needed a walk so she collected her things, hoped out of her tree and headed for town, careful to go around the base. Maybe someone was still alive in town, but she didn’t count on it. |
| February 6, 2012 at 12:50 pm #49747 | |
| Mariam | Munching on an energy bar, Trianna’s eyes drew back to the window. She could’ve sworn she saw movement further down the street. A flash of color against the smog filled sky. Somewhere above the museum maybe?
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| February 6, 2012 at 3:46 pm #49760 | |
| missanthrope | False alarm. Again. There was nothing but the dead here in this town, maybe the whole planet. M hopped down from her hiding place and made her way back to the museum, a wake of her favorite playmates trailing behind her. OOC: Some zombies are smarter and/or faster than others, right? |
| February 7, 2012 at 3:29 pm #50343 | |
| Angela | Rhi walked through the forest careful to go around the base. All she needed was to find another person but then again after what happened she was lucky if the town was still intact at all. She stopped for a minute and opened her bag, she had left so quick after those things, she didn’t even want to think their names out loud, she had forgotten what she grabbed. A metal bow, thank god she had some brains to grab a weapon, some knives that had belonged to her bother, some energy bars and a rolled up scroll. She didn’t want to know so she took the bow, arrows and an energy bar out of her backpack and walked out of the forest and into the town. She walked down the street. Was that a light on in one of the shops? She headed down the deserted road towards the shop, careful to watch her sides. |
| February 7, 2012 at 4:19 pm #50357 | |
| missanthrope | M ducked in between a couple of buildings at the sound of footsteps. Her playmates, maybe five of them, crowded in and she shushed them, pushing their gnashing teeth gently away with the bill. These were her collection of harmless dead, who had lost either one or several limbs to disaster. Only one was mostly intact, and she had no teeth. |
| February 8, 2012 at 6:44 pm #50922 | |
| Mariam | SNAP. The noise of wooden board cracking. She had been practicing her knife throwing for nearly 2 hours now to pass the time. She was getting better, closer to the bulls eye that she drew with some ink she found in the counter downstairs. It was quite an accomplishment since 2 weeks ago she could barely get it to stay in the wall. Throwing away your weapon in combat was a dumb idea, but she didn’t plan on being in combat with that slinking beast she saw hiding in the shadows. She would be torn apart immediately. |
| February 9, 2012 at 1:27 pm #51340 | |
| Angela | Rhi kept walking down the road when she finally reached the shop she tried to open the door but it had been barricaded. She knocked loudly. “Hello?” she knocked again “Anyone here?” |
| February 9, 2012 at 2:52 pm #51350 | |
| missanthrope | M crept out from the building, fascinated by the sound of a living voice. “Hello?” she imitated it, sounding like a late echo, “Anyone there?” |
| February 10, 2012 at 6:27 am #51765 | |
| Mariam | Trianna nearly leaped out of her skin when she heard it. How long has it been since she last heard a human voice? She hurried downstairs.The windows and door has been boarded up so there was no way whoever was out there was getting through there. |
| February 12, 2012 at 2:00 am #52461 | |
| missanthrope | “Who’s there?” M called back in a perfect imitation. “Hello? Anyone there? Who’s there? Hello?” She ran through her new repertoire curiously. The sounds of the living where different, very different, from the sounds of the dead. Chirpier, brighter, more defined. |
| February 12, 2012 at 6:31 pm #52594 | |
| Angela | Rhi almost screamed at the sound of a human voice. “Hello! Can you let me in somehow i need to get out of here!” Rhi yelled. She then heard the horrible sound. I few zombies peeked their heads out from around a building and sounded like they had been gurgling nails. “Help! If you don’t let me in soon the zombies down the pad will see where noise is coming from down the street!” |
| February 13, 2012 at 6:43 am #53642 | |
| missanthrope | M fell silent and followed the voice to a girl banging on a door. She remained hidden, “Help!” she repeated in the girl’s voice, “If you don’t let me in…” and her voice trailed off into her customary imitations of the dead. She ran through the dialogue again, blending it and changing it to match the way the dead spoke. The result was unintentionally terrifying. |
| February 13, 2012 at 1:26 pm #53703 | |
| Mariam | Trianna heard the girl yelling. She also heard stranger noises, like an undead one that was wasn’t…. quite dead. The sound sent a chill straight into her bones. Why should she help her? Well, she can’t fight all those creatures by herself. How the hell is she supposed to do help her without letting those creatures in? An idea sparked in her mind. She called out: “Go around to the left side of the building!” Not waiting for a reply, she ran to the back room, grabbed a packet from a shelf and raced upstairs to her window. Whilst kicking the window open she ripped open the packet. Out of it fell a long piece of thick rope. Briefly thanking her luck for leading her to a convenience store, she than threw the rope out of the open window. |
| February 13, 2012 at 7:13 pm #53805 | |
| Angela | Rhi heard the girl yell to her to run to the left side of the builing. So she sprinted to the other side. A few momonets later a rope fell out the window. Rhi climbed the rope as fast as she could, thankful she had the army training. |
| February 14, 2012 at 6:18 am #54272 | |
| missanthrope | M withdrew, even she could not deal with the undead in numbers to numerous. She would watch these strange creatures from afar, study them, and then act accordingly. |
| February 14, 2012 at 3:08 pm #54358 | |
| Mariam | Wolf pulled up the rope as the girl let go and immediately shut the window. Outside, she saw a wave of smog begin to roll over buildings in the distance. As soon as the heard the click of the lock she turned to look at the girl she let in. The first thing she noticed were the muscles on the arms protruding from an army uniform. Immediately she came to the conclusion that this wasn’t a girl she would win in a fight, no way near. Uncomfortable with this knowledge, she comforted herself with knowing that if the girl attacked her, she still had the advantage of being in her own territory. |
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