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Post by alfred on Nov 20, 2016 2:22:12 GMT -5
gene.
He'd been closer than he thought and he couldn't be more fortunate. Spotting a group of three just outside of Merryville, he slowed to a halt, gripping his knees and looking back as he caught his breath. Just as expected, the patrol was nowhere within sight. They were probably hunkered in some alley, watching as he crossed the line into claimed territory. Dropping his head, he wiped sweat from his brow and straightened his posture. He could be upset he'd lost his rucksack a while back but, in all honesty, he was just glad to be away. Everything he'd gathered could be replaced, things probably not even worth the effort in trading.
Clearing his throat, he fitted his gas mask back onto his face, figuring he'd lost enough time as it was to the toxins in the air. Striding forward, he made to pass the group and enter Merryville, hoping for enough currency in his pockets to at least buy himself a bottle of water. He'd have to go back out for the pack in the chance it was still there and he wanted to be ready when he did.
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 20, 2016 2:28:09 GMT -5
[ Sounds like a pretty good idea, Auto :3, and I'll probably end up making one, just give me time !
I go by griff or gryph, griffy, your pick haha, also I'll get onto replying in a snap ]
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 20, 2016 2:31:45 GMT -5
Carefully watching the strange figure move towards the town through the sights of his crossbow, Sterling cursed at himself for being so damn paranoid about everything out to get him and quickly, to prevent accidentally dry firing, aimed his crossbow at the ground and with a small click he fired it, sending to bolt into the hard packed ground. Sighing, he pulled the bolt out with a grunt and threw it back into his quiver, but still keeping the crossbow in hand. This is ridiculous, he thought, but he knew he couldn't help but be so nervous. His ears trained back on the conversation the other two were having, wanting to leave and make his way to another settlement but again, something told him he shouldn't for a reason that eluded Sterling. Setting his backpack on the ground before him, he carefully strapped his crossbow back onto the loops and hitches on said backpack, hearing the clicks of the carabiners as he attached the weapon to the pack.
(not much sorry, didn't know what to do)
(and i would've made a female charrie, but im not very good with girl characters :/ )
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 20, 2016 2:42:49 GMT -5
Zeke grunted, giving a small nod. "Zubia, if we're trading off last names too," he said. Now, that made Zeke snort out an unattractive laugh, scars scrunching and stretching with a wide grin. "I ain't feral enough, nor close to becoming a moral-less thief to want to kill someone who has yet to come at me." Watching as Alfred rummaged into his bag, surprised to see the man pull out food. Food, relatively clean, fresh, good looking food. It made his mouth water, but he kept himself from salivating like a starving mutt that he is. "I feel awkward taking anything from you just meetin' you, but, if you see it as a token of truce, I'll take a small half of it, gratefully," Zeke said, thankful sounding. This action itself made him temporarily forget the stench of the air, the thick gross mugginess of the weather, and the antsy feeling to bounce as quick as he could from here. Things never felt right, but Merryville had a certain badness to it all on it's own. That is, until the young man behind him set off a bolt from his crossbow into the ground. Turning around quickly, eyes wide, pupils constricted, hatchet already pulled out, swearing out loud he said, "What was the reason for that kid? I ain't old enough for a heart attack but you d*mn near gave me one." Turning back towards Alfred, is when he noticed a new figure walking to get into the town of Merryville, gas-mask and all. It made his left fingers twitch, that held tightly onto his mask, and his knuckles on his right to whiten as he tightened them on the hatchet. "I forget as the day goes along, so do more people come along," Zeke murmured, mainly to himself, as he quickly with one hand, strapped his gas mask back on, red tinted lenses giving off a light glint, behind them green eyes watch the new figure. Zeke believed it was time to depart, feeling suddenly too open.
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Post by alfred on Nov 20, 2016 2:56:21 GMT -5
gene. Passing the group, Gene kept a careful eye on them, somewhat put off by they're tense postures and awkward glances. He'd nothing to defend himself with but the blade on his belt, his crowbar back with the pack he'd abandoned. If they were there to do Merryville or newcomers harm, he'd most likely end up in a ditch, hopefully revenged by Merryville's resulting outburst. Nevertheless, he continued, jumping back as one man fired a shot off into the ground. It was hard to miss, the telltale whisp of the fletching seizing his attention.
"Jesus," he breathed. Staring hard at the man who'd pulled the trigger, he quickly came to the conclusion that it'd been a mistake. Just some boy trying to play soldier and fumbling with his weapon. He wondered if he even knew how to use it. Lowering his hands from their defensive position, he continued on, careful to tread farther away from them.
{ i suppose this'll just wind up as a passing encounter. cx i've got to go soon anyways. sorry. }
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 20, 2016 3:11:28 GMT -5
(bye!)
Sterling finally broke his silence. "To prevent dry firing." Sterling said, slinging the pack around his shoulders and turning back to the small group of two. "Don't want my crossbow breaking on me." Sterling seriously doubted these dudes knew that dry firing could seriously damage both a bow and a crossbow, much like any gun. Although really it depended on the situation, Sterling didn't dare to risk it. He shook his head and sighed, lifting up his visor just to brush a stray strand of dark brown hair out of his eyes. He was feeling what the taller man was feeling, that it was time to depart. His eyes, although lingering on the pieces of bread the man - Alfred? Sterling thought he picked up that name - was holding, and feeling a growl echoing through his stomach, he didn't dare say much else. Instead, he just clicked his visor shut and brushed down himself out of habit, getting ready to leave this conversation. It was nice and all, but he had to make his exit.
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Post by BB-8 on Nov 20, 2016 3:19:01 GMT -5
Name: Francesca "Frankie" Belle Gender: Female Age: 25 years old Appearance: Frankie "literal puppy" Belle is a taller-than-average (5'9") girl with a warm, brown skin tone and enough freckles to cover a family of ten. She quite likes them. Her hair is a rusty sort of brown, naturally curly, and often pulled back in some manner to be kept away from her face. Her eyes are dark brown, easily read, and usually brimming with the emotion that she refuses to voice aloud. Personality: Sarcastic, Thoughtful, Awkward Backstory: Besides living through the post-apocalypse, Frankie has lived a rather mundane life. Her father either died or left early in her life- she isn't sure which -and currently helps her mother in Milton. She's quite the photographer, her camera being her most prized possession. Important Gear: Frankie wears two layers of tighter clothing, then a few of looser clothing. Two scarfs hang around her neck of brighter colors, and she carries more than a few bags around. Finally, her gas mask is specially fitted using similar tech as the settlement's greenhouses. Weapons: A machete, a few knices, and an axe. Other: Helps grow things in Milton, a hobby photographer. ![](http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nhE1J-i0Pyw/U6ktgQNwJVI/AAAAAAAABUc/tT-4QG1kw-0/s1600/Jade-022-web.jpg) faceclaim of jade thompson her gear (via an uncolored rendering lol) ![https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/39/6a/23/396a2327d0c4bb64297927f831a7672b.jpg](https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/39/6a/23/396a2327d0c4bb64297927f831a7672b.jpg)
Name: Aquarius Ayres Gender: Female Age: 30 years old Appearance: Aquarius, 5'10, has wide shoulders and a powerful build. She looks like she could hurt you, and she both would and could. Bleached white-blonde hair cuts off at her shoulders, her skin almost the same shade of pale. Her skin doesn't often see the sun without heavy coverings. Her brows are dark, and her eyes a striking, pale blue. Personality: Guarded, Calculated, Confident Backstory: Aquarius likes to shroud herself in a simple life story. She had a perfectly normal life, went into the military, at some point her parents both died, and now she simply wants to make everyone's lives better. Even if that means sacrificing others for the greater good. Whether this is the truth or not, who knows for sure. Important Gear: A military gal, she wears a jumpsuit and camo poncho-type thing, along with mask. Weapons: An incredibly talented maskman, Aquarius has always been particularly interested with bows. So, with the help of a mechanic friend, she created her very own hard-light/condensed energy bow. And yes, she is highly effective with it. Besides that, she carries an old styled pistol and a few knives. Other: She seems to have an aversion to individual people, but is a charismatic leader when it comes to larger crowds. She tends to run more special-ops type missions. ![](http://images.amcnetworks.com/amctv.pt/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/hacf2_mackensie_portrait-co1.jpg) faceclaim of mackenzie davis her gear: ![https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/76/97/99/769799e04617b6c3313770817296c4d8.jpg](https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/76/97/99/769799e04617b6c3313770817296c4d8.jpg) an idea of what her bow looks/functions like: ![](https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/f4/2f/43/f42f43bee29808911e14887b7c00964f.jpg)
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Post by BB-8 on Nov 20, 2016 3:19:28 GMT -5
dang sorry for all the pics lol ill probably add one more character but im super tired so, tomorrow
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 20, 2016 3:23:33 GMT -5
(0.0)
(i... could... add... pics... of... sterling's.... gear...?)
(im going to have so much fun with this o m g)
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Post by BB-8 on Nov 20, 2016 3:24:29 GMT -5
btw i promise my next character will be a dude lol
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 20, 2016 3:28:16 GMT -5
[ Goodnight or... day? Auto!
Oh wow, 0.0 I'm horrible at finding pictures for my characters, at least now a days haha, ]
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 20, 2016 3:35:09 GMT -5
(if somebody knows where the GOOD LUCK helmet is from i will s c r e a m sterling's gear is kinda... full of references so i might just draw him up eventually lol)
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 20, 2016 3:43:58 GMT -5
Name: Sammie Reyes Gender: Female Age: 19 years Appearance: A very soft looking girl, full figured, with a standing height of 5'3". Her skin is the color of wheat, lightly tanned, golden, with light brown freckles all over her body, mainly a splash of them across her face, like a mask. No apparent scars, just a few nicks on her hands, legs, and arms. She has an oval shaped face, still with baby-fat, giving her soft cheeks, no prominent chin, and a soft button nose, with a slight arch to the bridge of it. Alongside the splash of freckles on her face, there's also a smooth mole on the right cheek, that matches perfectly to where her dimples fall whenever she smiles or frowns with plump pink lips, that are either chapped or constantly being bitten. Underneath thick black eyelashes are round, heavy-lidded looking eyes; they are hazel in color, a light brown, with a lighter green around the pupils. Her hair is long, wavy, thick and wild, reaching to about the middle of her back. The color of it is mainly brown, but with small streaks and parts that are either a dark or light blonde. Brushed or not, it always looked messy, and she usually keeps it in one or two braids if it's getting in the way. Her fingernails are always ragged and bitten off, since Sammie has the nervous habit of biting off her nails to the point they would bleed. Around her neck is a necklace, made of turquoise, in the shape of a bear, which she keeps very close to her, underneath her shirt.
Personality: Compassionate, hot-tempered, pessimistic
Backstory: She was very young when the world went to sh*t, but she remembers it all too well of how the years were afterwards. She had been living with her grandmother since both her parents had been killed by the disaster, and she had somehow managed to survive. Her grandmother and her got along living just fine, somehow finding a safe place out of the way of the crashing cities. Even so, at the age of fourteen Sammie was left alone, as her grandmother, already too weak, succumbed to the poisonous air rather quickly. After that, Sammie packed up what she could with a rather small, red and black backpack from her childhood days, and left before others would find them.
Important Gear: Sammie's main get up is baggy looking army camo-pants, securely tied around her small waist with a thick brown leather belt, along with dirty and ragged, tan colored army combat boots, which she's managed to fit in due to wearing heavily thick socks. She wears a worn and dirty dark, dark green t-shirt, discolored with lighter patches, tucked into her pants. She wears a puffy, thick navy green jacket, and a soft, but worn darker navy green fur aviator hat, or stuffed in one of the large pockets inside the jacket. A small, tan colored respirator is either around her neck or on her mouth and nose at all times, along with her beat up backpack.
Weapons: Besides a small pocket knife she keeps in her pocket, Sammie owns a pair of black, leather and spandex tactical gloves, with bits of sharp metal pieces on the three middle knuckles.
Other: May look cute and unassuming, but Sammie has a wicked temper, and isn't afraid to fight someone with only her fists, close and physical. She has a bit of a sailor-mouth, and isn't very ladylike at all. Sammie's occupation, one could say, is that she herself deals with toxins and poisons; she has a great knowledge of poisons, how to use them, and if she can find the ingredients, knows how to make them. She uses them to dip her weapons in, if needed, or to drug someone, inflict a painful death. Although, without the ingredients, she can't do much with what she knows. She's a wanderer, doesn't really settle down anywhere, especially in settlements; they give her bad vibes.
![]() ![]() ![]() ![](https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51-6DtrLJ3L._SY300_.jpg) Her gas mask/respirator
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 20, 2016 3:50:13 GMT -5
[ Sadly I don't know :T that'd be cool, especially if you can draw gear! I'm not much for drawing weapons or gear yet... and I'm not sure if we should continue this roleplay for tomorrow/next time or? ]
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 20, 2016 3:54:45 GMT -5
(eh, i dont mind. we could...? maybe not too far tho)
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 20, 2016 4:04:43 GMT -5
[ Alright! Last post for me, then. It's two in the morning and I'm too old for this young staying up, haha ]
Zeke watched as the stranger before them, acknowledged them as well, but continued on his way into Merryville-- for only God knows why, being it's a sh*t hole in his opinion. Turning his focus back on the young man, and lifting his gas mask up, stared intently. "Well excuse me, but in my opinion it seemed you got a skittish trigger finger kid-- eh, what's your name, anyways?" Zeke asked, even though his eyes were back on watching the stranger fade ever into the distance. "Felt like I've been stuck with you forever and I don't even know your name." Obviously, Zeke was just picking on him, just a little, but before he scouted off, away from this crazy town, he'd at least like to know the first guy he bumped into. At least, maybe if they'd run into each other again, as Alfred had suggested earlier on. Sniffing, his nose wrinkled and he couldn't help but cough and hack up something akin to black bile, but with a tint of red too it. With a large heave, he quickly slid the gas mask back on, lungs stinging, throat on fire.
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 20, 2016 5:14:46 GMT -5
(literally spent the last hour procrastinating for no reason on replying by... reading fanfiction. Go me.)
Sterling just stood there, feeling annoyance seep into his core as he watched the other fade off into Merryville. Skittish trigger finger... tuh! It wasn't skittish, it was just in case. And again he didn't want to ruin his perfectly good crossbow by dry firing it. If he loaded a bolt, he had to fire it. Whether it was at his tar- ah, whatever. Nevermind. Even though he had a slight urge to shoot something at the other guy, Sterling just shook his head is disdain and turned heel towards the exit of town, hearing all fade to an eerie quiet as he made his way towards the true exit of the town. His breaths became like roars again, each footstep like thunder in the silence that surrounded him as he trudged out of the town.
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Nov 20, 2016 8:13:24 GMT -5
{ it would be appreciated, gryphon. x3 is there a nickname you go by? thanks for taking the time to edit your form, pete.
also! i've temporarily closed this. just till things calm down a bit.
and i might also add a section on the front about occupations. there's a few here who work closely with the settlements. mercy does repairs, gene scavenges for the venders, and i think paul is a doctor for the settlements. if you want, we can build relationships and whatnot between those more widely known. like, maybe paul needs an escort between settlements. gene might do trading with another's character. etc, etc. just a thought. } 》That sounds great to me! :3 I'll have my starter post ready in a bit.《
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Nov 20, 2016 8:33:23 GMT -5
》Hope this is all right; I wasn't too sure where to throw him in. Also, I'll probably make a female character soon, too. C:《
{{ Merryville was one of Paul's busier settlements with its increasing number of sick and injured residents. It seemed like every time he came back, the number had tripled or even quadrupled. His eyes and limbs felt heavy after pulling several all-nighters, as heavy as lead, and he stumbled a bit as he reached the settlement's exit. He yawned widely, paused when he heard multiple voices, then came to a stop. Nope, they definitely weren't his imagination. Maybe it was his guide? Cautiously, he creeped closer to where the voices were coming from, slouched over even further than usual. He didn't really want to be robbed, kidnapped or murdered today. Using what he could as cover, he peeked around at them, his eyes wide. Oh, no, way too many people. He swallowed nervously, his hands sweaty. But he had to get to the next settlement; he couldn't be late. Paul had patients to care for. Even as he yipped in fear at a crossbolt fire, he knew he couldn't let his patients wait any longer than they had to. "E-Excuse me," he called quietly to the group. "B-but would one of y-you happen to be my guide to the next s-settlement?" He did see a few familiar faces, of course, but he was so terrible with names. He just hoped they weren't all secretly bandits or something. }}
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 20, 2016 12:19:11 GMT -5
[ Good morning everyone ! Lessons, trust me, I have done so much procrastination due to fanfiction, I understand. I'll try to make a starter for my girl, and I'll try to reply to you war! ]
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 20, 2016 14:09:26 GMT -5
(good morning!!)
(i like how everyone is freakin out about sterling's crossbow fire when in reality it's really only a click and a small burrowing noise xD)
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Post by BB-8 on Nov 20, 2016 14:25:40 GMT -5
Good morning my pals
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Nov 20, 2016 14:26:48 GMT -5
(good morning!!)
(i like how everyone is freakin out about sterling's crossbow fire when in reality it's really only a click and a small burrowing noise xD) 》Thanks, Gryphon! :3 Paul jumps at literally everything. xD《
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 20, 2016 14:27:47 GMT -5
(good morning!!)
(i like how everyone is freakin out about sterling's crossbow fire when in reality it's really only a click and a small burrowing noise xD) 》Paul jumps at literally everything. xD《
{{ }}(i can see that lol)
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 20, 2016 15:08:49 GMT -5
[ alright, I am back! Yes, hello everyone I am also a chicken sh*t so I would probably jump at anything that fires projectiles haha ]
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 20, 2016 15:11:04 GMT -5
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 20, 2016 15:24:53 GMT -5
[ Here are my replies! ]
Zeke watched as the man just shook his head, and walked passed silently, leaving. "Alright, fine, don't answer me, I didn't really even wanna know," he said, scowling as he adjusted his gas mask, swallowing hard as the feeling of fire inside his throat subsided to a dull ache. "Was just bein' proper." Putting his hatchet strapped onto the back of his jacket, he was about to leave when a short man, with blonde hair, appeared, timidly speaking to him. Turning his focus to the small man, red tinted lenses of his gas mask giving off a blank stare. Due to the long exposure to the toxic air beforehand, Zeke didn't bother to remove his mask this time, just instead would speak louder, more clearer. "A guide?" Zeke spoke, as clearly as he could as his voice came out muffled, lower through the mask. Stepping closer to the man, almost towering over him, Zeke studied him intently before saying, "Which one? Cause right now you're on the outskirts of Merryville settlement, and the others are about five or six days away by foot."
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 20, 2016 15:25:29 GMT -5
[ Hey Lessons, hows it going?
I gotta make a starter for Sammie, aaargguhhg ]
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 20, 2016 15:27:20 GMT -5
(I'm assuming I can still join since I showed interest before? If not, that's fine.) Name: Jamison Osborne Gender: Male Age: 26 Appearance: Jamison has an unkempt beard and dirty hair. His face is covered in soot and dirt, and his eyes are mildly bloodshot. He almost always has a constant tired look about him, as if he never gets any sleep. He is not very strong, and is in fact rather scrawny. Personality: Unstable, Fearful, Alert. Backstory: Jamison was just a standard man before doomsday. Had a decent job, a family, and a home. Now he wanders the wasteland of what used to be the world, rarely trusting anyone he meets. Sleep constantly evades him as he stays alert for anyone who decides to wander too close to wherever his camp is at the time. He rarely gains entry to settlements, mostly due to those living there referring to him as "insane" or "dangerous". And they're mostly right. The end of the world can change a man. Important Gear: Jamison wears a thick coat with plates of scrap metal attached to it, creating makeshift armor. His mouth and nose are covered by a scavenged half-face respirator that muffles his voice slightly. He usually has a few "scrapnel" bombs on him, self made explosives that while not packing much power explosion-wise, spreads sharp shards of metal and screws in a large radius. Weapons: The only weapon he carries is a self-made spear. A long stick with a sharpened piece of metal on the end, nails stuck through the end of the stick for another method of attack, and it is decorated with small pieces of broken glass tied to the stick. Other: He specializes in scavenging. He knows where to look for food, water, and sometimes even medical supplies. (I hope this form is good enough, I'm not exactly the best at making characters...) (Oh also, I found a picture of what his "armor" would look like on his coat: except instead of on a leather coat like that, it would be on something like this: ![](http://i65.tinypic.com/5n0qo9.jpg) )
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 20, 2016 15:32:53 GMT -5
[ I believe since you already showed interest and commented here, you still can :3 ]
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