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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Jul 31, 2016 21:41:37 GMT -5
so, i was having a conversation with a friend when i complained about wanting more western rps. you know, all i wanted was some gays in cowboy hats. and since zombies are allowed again, why not combine the two? the little genre rp that could, right? course, you dont gotta have a gay character to join, lol. we're pretty open here. just make sure you have fun, or we'll have to hurt you. the apocalypse
Humanity was having a grand old time, really. Technology was advancing to the point that intelligent, human-like AI robots were being created. Then everything went to hell. No one is really sure where the disease came from, but one day, people started going mad. Friends, family, they started to act less and less like themselves. They were... empty. And had a strange obsession with red meats. Then they started to eat each other. If you survived a mauling by some miracle, you became one of these monsters, too. Real life zombies! As society began to collapse, most modern technology became obsolete. Motorized vehicles were all left to decay in cities quickly being overrun by nature. Now, most people ride about on mount animals such as horses, using knives and old-style looking guns. Technology akin to steampunk is, still hard to come by, but much easier to maintain. The most notable example of this would be the life sized, very human, automatons. Some are treated as people, others as mere servants, although there is no doubt they act human as can be. Whether they have real intelligence or true emotions is up to you to decide.
the west The wild, wild west has returned. Seeing as large settlements attract more attention from the zombies, towns are kept pretty small, and most people carry around a variety of weapons to protect themselves. It's a dangerous time. The largest settlement in the west is a town by the name of Farbranch. It's still pretty small, although it seems to be bigger because it's where many wanderers stop by before continuing on their way. And you can bet some outlaws hang about here. After all, laws are for naught in these new times. Good luck surviving, my friends.
the zombies Our zombies here are a mixture of various kinds. We've got a little bit of warm bodies, some 28 days later, some of your classic zombie. The infection is spread exclusively through biting, hence why those left alive after a mauling from infected can "rise" again. Interestingly, they are not entirely "dead" (usually not entirely alive either) or mindless. They are still people, just people with an insatiable desire for human flesh. The longer a zombie goes with out eating, the more the hunger takes over. At a certain point, they become void of emotions, and that intelligence being reserved for tricking people. However, if a zombie can keep themselves fed, they can remain pretty human-like. These infected are then, of course, discriminated against, preferring to hide their condition. Zombies can be identified by motor tics, pallor, blood shot eyes, and wide, shockingly black limbal rings. And the whole trying-to-eat-people thing.
to join You wanna join in on this insanity? Yay! This is a jump in, so just have a post with a little tidbit about your characters and hop on in. OH and please, if you have any plot ideas, SHARE. |
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Post by The Blue Adept on Jul 31, 2016 21:44:40 GMT -5
HYPEEEEEEE
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Jul 31, 2016 21:45:54 GMT -5
oh my sir, ur icon is so aesthetic
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Post by amberice on Jul 31, 2016 21:47:01 GMT -5
Quick reserve for automaton saloon owner. My computer is being cruel, so I've gotta poof for a bit
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Post by The Blue Adept on Jul 31, 2016 22:05:42 GMT -5
right? it's the pinnacle of class i know. gotta represent resident dad76
hope u clear up ur comp trouble dude :c
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Post by amberice on Jul 31, 2016 22:21:22 GMT -5
It's randomly restarting on me now and I have no idea what I've done to offend it
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Post by The Blue Adept on Jul 31, 2016 22:41:51 GMT -5
you must give it a sacrifice
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Post by amberice on Jul 31, 2016 22:42:36 GMT -5
I keep forgetting those goshdarn sacrifices!
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Jul 31, 2016 22:55:27 GMT -5
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"Conquest"
Constance "Connie" Falk
An intimidating height of 6'2 is something that Connie undoubtedly is thankful for. Ever heard of the four horsemen of the apocalypse? And how does one get to be victorious, to "conquer"? They're smart, they're a strategist. Connie is dangerous with her talent to memorize that layout of an area and how to use that to her advantage. In much the same manner, she's an adept manipulator, although she would argue the opposite. She's only being sociable when she probes for info and reasoning. She's also a huge nerd for anything weird or unusual. Her weapon of choice is a bowie-knife, although she carries a total of five knives, and three guns. Of course, her prized possession is her dark tan stetson. |
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Jul 31, 2016 22:56:52 GMT -5
I'm real ready for this
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Post by amberice on Jul 31, 2016 22:57:24 GMT -5
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HER FACE
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Post by The Blue Adept on Jul 31, 2016 22:58:55 GMT -5
there she ISSSSSS
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Jul 31, 2016 23:06:47 GMT -5
ARE U PROUD OF ME AMBER
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Post by The Blue Adept on Jul 31, 2016 23:08:20 GMT -5
lord i cannot code as good as u so my lil intros are gonna be crap i apologize in advance
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Jul 31, 2016 23:11:36 GMT -5
That's fine my man, I just like to make things look nice cx
I have no clue how I wanna start with her whoops
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Post by The Blue Adept on Jul 31, 2016 23:14:15 GMT -5
i also like to make things look nice but im a lot less good at it LMAO
boyo thats gon be a problem
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Post by amberice on Jul 31, 2016 23:16:08 GMT -5
"Seven"
Seven was once what one might consider a top-of-the-line automaton, sleek and modern, with a gleaming metal exterior to hide the mechanical components of his body. However, an apocalypse can make it hard to get repairs and he's looking far more worn, with mismatched parts and exposed gears and tubes in his chest, though he usually keeps that covered with a red pinstripe vest. His head is worn and weathered, a solid curved plate of metal forming most of his head, while a polished wooden jaw has taken the place of the original metal one. His eyes are small blue lights that protrude slightly from the rest of his face. Friendly and inviting, he's always willing to offer a room and a drink to someone in trouble, though only the first night is free. He also acts as a bouncer when he needs to, because who wants to get into a fistfight with a man made of metal? |
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Jul 31, 2016 23:16:29 GMT -5
R u gonna have a zombie?
I might have to make an automaton romero???
OR BECK I might have beck, beck would fit in this scenario pretty well
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Post by amberice on Jul 31, 2016 23:16:45 GMT -5
(I am so proud of you, you have no idea.)
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Post by The Blue Adept on Jul 31, 2016 23:21:20 GMT -5
i think i will, but ill have to think em up on the spot or make em up later oops
its dat BOI
beckkk its been so longggg
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Jul 31, 2016 23:26:13 GMT -5
Idk about you, but I find all my best characters are ones that were made up on the spot so I say go for it dude
Or not, because I really have no clue who else to have haha
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Jul 31, 2016 23:29:54 GMT -5
AHHHHH I FIGURED OUT WHY I LOVE THE LOVELY PLANET SOUNDTRACK SO MUCH AND WHY IT REMINDS ME OF BO EN SO MUCH
BECAUSE IT FREAKIN IS BO EN HOW DID I NEVER READ THAT
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Post by amberice on Jul 31, 2016 23:35:23 GMT -5
(just go for it! Make that beautiful undead beast!)
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Post by The Blue Adept on Jul 31, 2016 23:40:28 GMT -5
i have no idea what im doing oml
u soLVED THE MYSTERY
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Jul 31, 2016 23:51:58 GMT -5
The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the zombies were making awfully hideous noises. Ah, what a time to be alive!
A grunt escaped the young woman's lips as she kicked at the door of the SUV she was trapped in. With infected swarming around the outside of the vehicle, pushing the thing open wasn't exactly a possibility. "Any of you damned things sane?" She screeched, mostly in exasperation that they were the opposite. At this point, most infected one would cross paths with would be far, far too gone to the hunger. With another grunt of effort, the door was hinged open enough that Connie could throw her entire body at it, knocking not only the door open, but any zombies pressing on it, out of the way.
Laying on the ground, the moment of vulnerability left a whole slew of grossly pale and gnarled hands grasping for a hold of anything on or of her person. Moving to lift herself up, she felt cold skin wrapped around her leg. The fire shot off quicker than the creature had time to react to, growling in guttural pain as it cradled the remnants of its bloody hand to its body. Oh boy, Connie was not sticking around for the aftermath of that. She shoved the gun back into its holster, adjusted the pack over her shoulder, and took off sprinting out of the small suburbia. Thank god for brain washing, she could find her way out of this once child-friendly utopia with ease.
"C'mon pal, we better get out of here." The woman slung herself up on to the pristinely white stallion. Just like the good book described. "Farbranch better pay real nice for these parts."
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 1, 2016 0:03:04 GMT -5
i am writing too much so rip me
AHHH IM NOT READY YET
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Post by amberice on Aug 1, 2016 0:04:41 GMT -5
(I'll wait to introduce Seven, I've gotta go to sleep now. G'night!
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 1, 2016 0:08:22 GMT -5
goodnight dude!
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Aug 1, 2016 0:08:56 GMT -5
I'm ready for the beautiful beautiful writing my friend
Gnight dude!!
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 1, 2016 0:22:08 GMT -5
"Side-Striped Josie"
Josephine Rosa Digger
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Josie is, in her own right, one of the more well known crooks in the wasteland, with her name plastered on the wall of just about every saloon in the area. She has quite a reputation and gang behind her, but her appearance leaves her a bit unsuspecting. Standing at an even 5'2", she's a whole lotta danger trapped in a short and stocky body. Wearing her cowboy hat low, she has dark red hair that is rather curly and pulled into two pigtails draped over the front of her shoulders and extremely freckled tan skin. Her eyes are brown and her brows are full and dark. A bandanna sits around her neck over a button up tucked into her jeans and a native-patterned fabric tied around her waist. Also situated at her waist is a nice burgundy Smith & Wesson Schofield pistol.
For her widespread reputation, Josie is a quiet lass. She doesn't talk much, and only when she feels absolutely necessary. It always seems like she's an impossible person to read, and keeps her emotions and opinions largely under wraps. She has no problem killing anything that crosses her path, but she is not devoid of morals and always seems to be willing to listen to a victim's story before ending them. Josie has no problem holding her own, but almost always has someone at her back. She is loyal and headstrong, but her respect is hard-earned.
Kain Eddel
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Kain is a resident farmhand in Farbranch, but acts a bit more like a mercenary than anything else. He always seems to end up with some kind of errand or chore to run, even though his primary job is helping run one of the larger farms and fending off the mindless zombies that like to show up. He doesn't seem to mind what the other folk have him do as long as they give him good money for it, but he always seems to have some trouble killing. He's most interested in gardening but never seems to get enough time to do it. A good-natured guy, he's quite tall and lanky at an even 6 foot with lightly tanned and freckled skin, short and mussed dusty brown hair, and kind blue eyes beneath dark brows. Most often you'll see him with a bit of straw sticking out of his mouth and a lazy grin. Down to earth and sweet, Kain is up for making friends with just about anyone he can, although does not fare well when provoked and getting stuck in situations he doesn't know how to deal with. It isn't strange to see him panic from time to time, but he tries his best.
"Slicker"
Ambrose Cannary
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A rather mysterious and peculiar person, or rather, zombie- Ambrose remains a sort of urban legend within the wasteland, and most people who catch wind of his 'legend' don't usually know it's him when they meet, or they're not around long enough to figure it out. Slicker is an unfortunate nickname and sort of persona that he assumes when he's robbing people blind and potentially tearing their throats out for dinner. Really, he doesn't PREFER murder, but the zombie stomach wants what it wants. For the most part, Ambrose has retained his humanity rather nicely, but it's not strange to find him zone out or hyper-focused on a hunt. In actuality, he tries rather hard to be social and interact with people, but it's a bit tough with his nasty looks. Most of him is hidden beneath a flat-brimmed hat, long poncho, and about a million bandages wrapped around half of his face, but his creepy eyes are still on full display to the public, and a not-so-healthy toned flesh. Having been chewed on when initially turned, he's missing a leg that is now replaced by a nice make-shift mechanical one, but he is also unfortunately missing a few chunks of his body here and there that he kind of wraps up and pretends don't exist. Although initially friendly or minding his own business, he's a tricky fellow that is good at getting what he wants, and if what he wants is your flesh then good luck. |
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