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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 18, 2016 22:57:56 GMT -5
(I might make a form for this eventually. Seems interesting)
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Post by susieq on Nov 19, 2016 1:02:57 GMT -5
( hey guys! anyone online? )
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Post by TheFunnyRobot on Nov 19, 2016 1:09:30 GMT -5
( hey guys! anyone online? ) (I am)
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 19, 2016 3:15:29 GMT -5
(hey hey hey im gerard way way)
(i wish)
(but hi im here)
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 19, 2016 3:17:21 GMT -5
[ Hola :u ]
Name: Ezekiel Jaime Zubia
Gender: Male Age: 30 years of age
Appearance: A lanky, lean man at the height of an intimidating 6'4" when not hunched over, in a typical lazy body posture; although skinny, he moves with controlled, powerful intent. A slender face, with sharp cheek bones, strong, prominent chin, and a pointed, hooked nose; his skin is muddy brown, with a reddish tone too it. Contrast against his dark skin, a mess of scars, large gash wounds, raw-pink in color, stretched across the right side of his face, raised and crisscrossing, reaching his jaw and the outward edge of the right eye, stretching out over his whole cheek. Although a mutilated face, Zeke still smiles wide and crookedly, showing off a shiny, left silver incisor. Although he gives big smiles, most don't actually meet his eyes, which are a stark, eerily light green. His hair, although beginning to grey at the roots, is an inky black, loose wavy curls, long enough to go past his ears. He is commonly covered in dirt, sweat, and grease, and is self-conscious about his facial scar to the point he wears a black gas-mask as often as he can. Personality: (Observant, sharp-tongued, loyal)
Backstory: Zeke was only a young adult, a teenager really, when the world was plummeted into chaos. He had lost his mother to the toxic gases and toxins released close by where they lived. the year he turned nineteen, a year after, his father was killed by thieves after whatever he had in his scavenging bag; Zeke found him, laying in a pool of his own blood on one of the common paths his father took back to their "home." His mentality after his mother dying in a slow, painful way, had already damaged his mentality, and once his father passed, found cold with eyes misted over, that had only sent him deeper into slight insanity and regular dissociation from reality; and receiving small dose of toxins didn't and won't help. The scars on his face came from a rather savage, brutal encounter he had with a thief with the structure of a wall, and had the upper-hand of getting Zeke pinned and have the access to slash and cut his face with a heavy-duty pocket knife. Only way he managed to escape was to get his teeth into the attacker's neck and bite, hard.
Important Gear: Zeke wears a pair of filthy dark blue jeans with a thick, but worn brown leather belt to keep it snug against his thin, bony frame and a pair of old black, army boots. He owns an old, worn, black leather pilot's bomber jacket, which was his grandfather's; underneath the jacket is usually the same white, dusty t-shirt with holes here and there, and a black tank-top underneath that. Along with all that, he has a black gas-mask with red tinted lens that he wears frequently to mask his face and protect him from as much toxic gases/toxins in the air. He owns a navy green duffel bag, where he stores anything he's found scavenging, bought, possibly stolen. He carries his hatchet strapped to the back of his jacket, always there and ready. Weapons: His main weapon is a heavy woodcutter hatchet, a thick wooden hilt and a dirty metal blade that appears better kept than he keeps himself.
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 19, 2016 4:12:28 GMT -5
(eugh started on updating my character form, but im just so tired i'm going to actually pass out rip)
(and yeah ik some of the wording is kinda weird, i'll get that fixed i promise just let me sleep ok)
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Post by alfred on Nov 19, 2016 17:07:35 GMT -5
(I might make a form for this eventually. Seems interesting) { Thanks for your interest, Sour Candy. c: And thanks for joining, ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 !
I do believe everything's up-to-date and all. Anyone online and looking to rp? Sorry for the absence yesterday. xp Also, susieq , I was wondering if we should swap ages? For the image I chose, Michael looks a bit older than Craig. Not that is matters really, I guess, but I was just wondering. If not, that's totally fine. c; }
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 19, 2016 17:16:36 GMT -5
(sorry if i seem annoying, but hi im here and ready to roleplay)
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Post by alfred on Nov 19, 2016 17:21:49 GMT -5
{ You're totally cool, Pete! I haven't even got to know you yet. All my charries are open, you could pick or I could just jump in with one. It'll take a while to post since this is a starter but I'll have a reply up soon. }
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 19, 2016 17:22:32 GMT -5
(you can choose one! i dont mind )
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Nov 19, 2016 17:30:20 GMT -5
》 This looks quite interesting. I think I'll join. C; 《
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 19, 2016 17:34:07 GMT -5
[ Hola everyone, thanks, automaton (∪ ◡ ∪) ]
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Post by alfred on Nov 19, 2016 17:51:23 GMT -5
{ yo, gryphon! it's no problem. i can whip up another starter if you wanted to rp. }
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 19, 2016 17:55:20 GMT -5
[ Sure, if you don't mind, I know starters can be a pain sometimes ! ]
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Nov 19, 2016 18:47:35 GMT -5
》I'll edit it more tomorrow.《 Name: Paul Rosenberg
Gender: Male
Age: Twenty-six
Appearance: Paul is a small, five-foot-five man with a slightly chubby kind of build. He has a little bit of a gut, even though he's constantly up and about, but he’s not too big. His hair is pretty short, a light blonde color, and his eyes are a soft shade of green. Paul has many scars scattered across his body, but most are on his arms and hands from working, and his skin is a light bronze. Paul is not an intimidating or physically remarkable person. He looks like a cuddly, friendly teddy bear, which he pretty much is. He often wears baggy clothes and is fond of long-sleeved shirts and sweatpants.
Personality: Timid, jittery and paranoid.
Backstory: Paul was only a preteen when everything fell apart and the world went downhill. His parents were both doctors, and due to this, he grew up constantly witnessing death and gore. His father was a good man, always trying to help a patient, even if he knew they wouldn't make it, while his mother was very cautious and only wanted to use supplies on people she was certain would live. At first, Paul was conflicted, but after being asked to save a couple’s daughter when his mother refused to help, he decided he preferred his father’s more generous attitude. However, when he was still only a teenager, his parents were taken by a vicious gang of men, but both put up such a serious fight that, in the end, they were accidentally killed. Since then, he’s mostly been on his own, and prefers to be alone when he’s not visiting patients. He trades his medical expertise for necessities like food, water and clothing.
Important Gear: Paul always, without a doubt, carries his medical bag around with him wherever he goes. He keeps basic first aid supplies, such as gauze, disinfectant, rubbing alcohol and bandages, and more serious equipment like scalpels and stitching twine inside it. Of course, these things are hard to come by, so he guards it with his life. Other than that, he likes to keep rubber gloves, an apron or lab coat, a face mask and other protective outfits on hand, all of which he keeps in a backpack. He tries not to advertise his profession too much, however, so he generally dresses as inconspicuously as possible.
Weapons: Paul's weapon of choice is a small, flimsy little pocket knife, though he isn't much of a fighter.
Other: Paul is an excellent doctor and, despite his frailty, isn't squeamish about blood. He enjoys helping others, although his lack of a backbone often gets him into dangerous situations.
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 19, 2016 20:40:16 GMT -5
[ 'Allo, is anyone on tonight? ]
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 19, 2016 20:42:40 GMT -5
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Post by TheFunnyRobot on Nov 19, 2016 20:49:28 GMT -5
hello everyone
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 19, 2016 20:59:03 GMT -5
[ Hola ! Um, would anyone be up to roleplay ]
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Post by TheFunnyRobot on Nov 19, 2016 21:08:44 GMT -5
[ Hola ! Um, would anyone be up to roleplay ] (I am! Would you like to start or me?)
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 19, 2016 21:15:14 GMT -5
[ Oh gosh, I'm rusty, do you have a better idea of how to start this genre of roleplay? If not I can give my best rap at it! (=゜ω゜)
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Nov 19, 2016 21:25:33 GMT -5
》Hi. :3《
{{ }}
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 19, 2016 21:28:45 GMT -5
[ Hello!! ᵔᴥᵔ ]
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Nov 19, 2016 21:33:25 GMT -5
》I have no idea how to start, but I'd love to rp.《
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Post by BB-8 on Nov 19, 2016 21:33:50 GMT -5
[ this seems super cool yo and I will def be joining later As far as plots go, I have a character who is the leader type, but cares more about "the greater good" than about indivual people so idk could lend herself well to some plot line about a corrupt group within one of the settlements? ]
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 19, 2016 21:36:29 GMT -5
[ I don't either really! Worried I'd do it wrong, but I can give it a shot if you'd want me too?
Also, hello Upsidedown! Hope you do join, hopefully the creator will be on and answer you ]
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Nov 19, 2016 21:48:14 GMT -5
》You don't have to if you don't want to, but sure.《
{{ }}
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Post by TheFunnyRobot on Nov 19, 2016 21:51:29 GMT -5
(Hi, sorry for the poof. I'm here now, though)
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 19, 2016 22:00:52 GMT -5
It was time to leave Merryville, Ezekiel decided as the morning air was thick with moisture, leaving it harder to breath and everything sticky. He had been staying here for about a month, at least, that's what he's assumed it's been; Zeke was never great at keeping time, especially now. Staying was a loose term though, being that there weren't really any welcoming people in Merryville that allowed Zeke to house with them for even a day. Even though sleeping on the ground outside every night is never fun, he came to the conclusion that many of the people here weren't in the right mind, way off than him. So, Zeke was packing up his useless junk into his pack, adjusting his gas mask properly, and with hatchet strapped tight onto his jacket, was on his way to leaving the settlement of "Merryville" -- "Yeah right, Merryville my keister," Zeke murmured underneath his gas mask, silently walking through the still and quiet settlement of shabby homes, dying crops. Although he'd say it was too quiet, even for being so early, to make it eerie and unsettling, Zeke pushed down the feelings of paranoia, and only quickened his pace. Without an idea of where he was going after this, he'd feel much more comfortable being lost in the gloomy, dusty landscape than here.
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 19, 2016 22:01:11 GMT -5
[ I tried guys :3: ]
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