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| 01 Nov 2013 03:45 PM |
( I know I've made something like this before, but i like it. And obviously it worked out, seeing that i have 950 posts. So. Ill just leave it at that. )
Tʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀsᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴɪᴛʏ, ʏᴇᴛ, ɪᴛ sᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ. Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ, ᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ'ᴠᴇ ᴅɪᴇᴅ. Jᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ. Wᴇʟʟ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ. Bᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴏ. Tʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ.
ZᴏMʙIᴇS Wᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍ: Tʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ.
Hᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ-
A small company, named- "Loak." started all this. It was all a mistake. Everything they did was a mistake. In a small office with 30+, they were all figuring out ideas for a new product. They were just starting. They had no clue. One man, joked about cannibels, but no one found him funny. He wanted the idea of a video game. A violent, detailed game, with Mutants. They ate you. They were normal, but they had, One more arm, or, 6 legs. They were also a grayish color.
When he got too detailed, he was pushed out of the office, for no one thought his idea was good. They didn't think he was serious, or good enough for this company. He didn't ever return. He then met with an old scientist. They became close friends, and when the man died, He was devastated. He would go down to the lab, and look around for anything he could do. One day, he got the idea of making his idea come to life. He worked on it for 18 years,but changed his point of view. He decided these creature could be rotten, and disgusting. When he finally finished, he only needed one thing. He just needed a person. He went down to the scientist grave, and stole it. He brought him back to the lab. And his best friend ate him.
The army is gone. They left. The marines, gone. Air force, gone. What will you do?
C-S
Name-
Age-
Gender-
Occupation-
Inventory- ( Can be empty. )
Group- ( Brothers, sister, Yes or no? )
Appearance-
Fear-
Strength- ( What are you good at. Remember this song. Nobodies perfect. )
Height-
Weight-
Bio- ( At least one sentence. )
Other-
=Rules=
-Nobodies perfect
-No god-modding. This will lead in everyone ignoring you. You have been warned.
-I decide things. I can make a time skip.
-No killing unless okay with character, But remember rule 2.
-No trolling. This will lead in you everyone ignoring you.
-You can make multiple C-S's.4 MAX.
-If you die, make a new C-S, Or play as a walker. Your choice
-No romance.
IF ANY OF THESE RULES ARE BROKEN, YOU WILL BE IGNORED. NO ONE LIKES WHEN PEOPLE RUIN THE ROLE-PLAY. I will post my C-S when others do. |
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abuca222
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| 01 Nov 2013 03:54 PM |
| Can I just be like... A zombie? |
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nemanjak
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| 01 Nov 2013 03:56 PM |
Well, that's rotten..
If there is a problem, but not a solution, why worry about it? - A lot of people but I patent it. |
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| 01 Nov 2013 03:56 PM |
(Okay, it's up now.) Name: Martin Ion Stanhope Age: 23 Gender: Male Occupation: A university teacher. Inventory: Martin carries a Adams Mk3 pistol, which he usually keeps in his back pocket, some airline peanuts, and some pocket lint. Group: Yes, brother, see next CS for who. Appearance:Martin is slightly tanned, white skinned with bright, thin blonde hair which is slicked to his left. He has very bright, blue eyes, and on his nose there are tiny freckles. His eyes start to turn green-ish at the end of his iris pattern. He has got a little less of an athletic build than his brother, but not by much. Martin wears a green t-shirt with a dark-green swirl-like symbol on the chest. He has dark blue jeans, with a yellow stitching pattern on the side. They have multiple pockets, two at the side and two at the back, the one on the left of which carries his pistol. He wears white, shoe laced trainers. Fear: Martin is afraid of heights and darkness. Strength: He has good hearing and eyesight, and although he is slightly weaker than his older brother, he is much quicker, being able to run for quite a long time. Being a university teacher, he is able to figure out things easily, if they aren't too advanced. Height: 6'0 Weight: 43 kilograms Bio: Martin was originally born in the UK, a few years after his brother, Vince Stanhope. When he left high school, he got a job as a university teacher at the same university he went to. After a few years, his parents decided to move somewhere in New York . So he and his brother came, too. Unfortunately, the co-pilot had been infected, and he died quietly, before lunging onto the pilot, making the pilot scramble, and accidentally rushing all over the buttons. The co-pilot devoured the pilot, and the plane went down, and crashed. Martin and Vince survived, while most of the others didn't. Wether their parents are alive or dead is unknown, but Martin and Vince have been relying on each other for the past couple of weeks. Other: Martin usually doesn't take much seriously, and likes to make jokes out of frightening situations, e.g a zombie horde approaching.
C + S Name: Vincent Ion Stanhope, though he prefers Vince. Age: 30 Gender: Male Occupation: A electronics engineer, and he also has some experience with vehicles, too. Inventory: A Series Alpha Magnum Model 3531, which he carries in his right pocket, a lemon-and-lime flavoured water bottle, and some chewing gum. Group: Yes,brother, see above CS. Appearance: Vince has dark brown hair, with greenish-brown eyes. He is a little less tanned than his brother, and with a little more of an athletic build, too, and he is much, much stronger and agile. He has his hair going just to his ears, with the near edge of his hair gelled upwards. Not spiked, but gelled upwards. He has tiny freckles underneath his eyes. He also has a slightly unnoticable chin stubble growing on his chin. Vince wears a plain, black hoodie which is slightly unzipped at the top, letting you see a yellow t-shirt underneath. His hood is usually always down unless he is trying to sneak. He wears a grey tracksuit with a black stripe going up at the side of his legs. His tracksuit knees are splattered with blood from the plane crash, as he unfortunately happened to land on the skull of a black-haired man. His hoodie is slightly scratched. His tracksuit laces are tied. He wears the same kind of trainers that his brother does, except they are black. Fear: Vince is afraid of heights, and fire. Strength: He is agile, strong, and has good focus. He doesn't have the endurance and skills as his brother, but if something electronic is broken, e.g a jeep, he could maybe get it working again. Height: 5'8 Weight: 43 kilograms. Bio: Vince was originally born in the UK, a few years before his brother, Martin Stanhope. When he left high school, he got a job as a engineer for electronics. He got the qualifications from the same university his brother went to. After a few years, his parents decided to move somewhere in New York. So he and his brother came, too. Unfortunately, the co-pilot had been infected, and he died quietly, before lunging onto the pilot, making the pilot scramble, and accidentally rushing all over the buttons. The co-pilot devoured the pilot, and the plane went down, and crashed. Martin and Vince survived, while most of the others didn't. Wether their parents are alive or dead is unknown, but Martin and Vince have been relying on each other for the past couple of weeks. Other: Vince also doesn't take much seriously and makes jokes out of serious situations, but he tends to be better at defense than offense. His brother is better at offense. |
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| 01 Nov 2013 03:58 PM |
C-S Name- Johnaton Charles Anderson, J.C.A. Age- 32 Gender- Male Occupation- N/A Inventory- Binoculars, map and picture of his fireteam. Group- No. Not yet. Appearance- Cut uniform, scars, bright blue eyes, military-cut dark brown hair. Fear- Height, Strength- Good with firearms, fast runner. Height- N/A Weight- N/A Bio- He was born in Chicago in 1981 to a middle-class family. Life was not easy nor hard. He went off to study law until joining the Chicago Police Department when he was 19. He later joined the US 75th Rangers when he was 27 and was later injured in a firefight during deployment. He was discharged, given a purple heart and sent back home. Other- N/As to make character more 'mysterious' if you'd like.
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| 01 Nov 2013 04:06 PM |
( Btw, Mario, This is different from the other one, so im making a different character. )
C-S
Name- Vicky Loop
Age- 29
Gender- Female
Occupation- Nurse.
Inventory- ( Can be empty. )Nothing much, she has a large bag of string, some pretzels, and a shovel. But, she also holds a med-kit.
Group- ( Brothers, sister, Yes or no? )No, But she needs someone.
Appearance- Chestnut brown hair, with a small hint of blonde. Freckles cover her face, top to bottom. Surprisingly, not a lot of her arms. She wears a light blue button up shirt, long sleeve, and a pair of long jeans. Her bangs hang over he forehead, and she mostly holds her hair in a pony tail.
Fear- Heights.
Strength- ( What are you good at. Remember this song. Nobodies perfect. ) Aiding someone's wounds.
Height- 5.10'
Weight- 130
Bio- ( At least one sentence. )Vicky was at her brother's wedding, Caleb, when the undead showed up, killing his bride, and most of the brides maids. They were all horrified. Her brother disappeared, but she doesn't believe he died. She doesn't want to believe it. She is a full of excitement, holding some danger in the past. She loves to make jokes, and is very sarcastic.
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( Also, Mario, Accepted. ) |
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| 01 Nov 2013 04:09 PM |
( Ultra accepted. you may start. )
Vicky
I hold onto my wound, and try to hold down pressure. I look behind me, too see papers flying around. I panic, and use all my energy to pull myself up, and run toward a coffee shop.
( BTW WE ARE IN NEW YORK, SINCE I THINK THERE ARE A LOT OF PLACES TO GO THERE. ) |
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| 01 Nov 2013 04:16 PM |
(Ah. Thanks. This still set in new york?) ~Martin and Vince~ We calmly, with our guns out, walk towards the huge city. It looked empty, although there were dustbins and the like spilled out everywhere. "The place looks looted." Vince said to Martin. "Well, something's better than nothing." Martin responds, as they walk in towards the city. |
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| 01 Nov 2013 04:17 PM |
Dale, Jake, and a young man named Sammy walk into a mall. The mall was dark, so Jake turns on his flashlight. "If we're lucky, the mall will have been locked once the infection started." |
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| 01 Nov 2013 04:22 PM |
Vicky.
I hold the white padding to my arm, and scan the shop. Blood covers the counters. I stare at the pictures of the first opening, or the days they were building it and think, 'Why? Just.. Why?' |
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| 01 Nov 2013 04:23 PM |
This needs work. Like, 3 hours of work
≈#MasculinistForEqualRights≈ |
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PawzKat
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| 01 Nov 2013 04:24 PM |
| [Can I just saying I'm using the,same character? I'm too lazy to get the vs, and remake it. c:] |
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| 01 Nov 2013 04:27 PM |
| ( Yep. Just start over though. ) |
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| 01 Nov 2013 04:30 PM |
~Martin~ While we're scanning the place, we come across an abandoned coffee shop. The coffee blatantly won't work, but there might be a few salvageables in there. I nudge Vince. "How 'bout we check over there?" I ask. ~Vince~ "Sure, maybe caffeinated walkers can eat us and make it more interesting." I say sarcastically, but walk with Martin anyway. |
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| 01 Nov 2013 04:32 PM |
Vicky
I walk closer to a seat, and sit down, exhausted. I'm so tired, and i know, I cant go to sleep. If i did, i'd be risking my own life. I close my eyes, but they open when i hear 2 mens voices. I panic ( Again. ) And jump over the counter, landing on my arm, and screech in pain, but stop, and run out the back, into the dark alley where i sit. |
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PawzKat
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| 01 Nov 2013 04:41 PM |
~Martin and Vince~ We kick open the doors, aiming our pistols at possible hiding places for walkers. "Stay on your toes." Vince whispers. After a bit, Vince spots something hiding behind the counter. He walks slower, and then quickly jumps out with his gun, only to see that is was a alive woman. "Oh. Phew, you're human." I say in relief, putting my gun back in my pocket. |
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| 01 Nov 2013 04:44 PM |
There's always that one dude who's like -
"IM IN DAH MILITARY! I HAVE AN M60 AND TOTALLY OP THINGS!"
A good zed roleplay needs weapon boundaries at least, in my opinion. |
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| 01 Nov 2013 04:45 PM |
Vicky
I am terrified as i see people. I look at my wound, show them my gunshot. "I was shot by some loser, looking for my stuff." I smirk. "I got nothing special." |
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soardlo
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| 01 Nov 2013 04:47 PM |
| (Will the other one be continued? I kinda wanted to continue my character as i only had a few posts with him. :/) |
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| 01 Nov 2013 04:49 PM |
Johnaton Charles Anderson-
As I silenty creep along what seemed to be Wall Street, I spot a police station. Wonderful. I silently jog over there, jumping through the broken windows. It seems like I've landed in the kitchen. The armory must be up ahead. |
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| 01 Nov 2013 04:50 PM |
~Martin and Vince~ "You 'aint gonna find meds in a coffee shop." Martin comments. "Also, we're not looking to steal from anyone. We just came here 5 minutes ago. I'm Martin, and this is Vince, my brother." I continue. |
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| 01 Nov 2013 04:52 PM |
Vicky
"I got meds. Im going to leave." I get up, slowly. I don't want to die today. |
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| 01 Nov 2013 04:53 PM |
~Vince~ "Sure." I say, as me and Martin go into the back of the shop. |
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