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Post by The Blue Adept on Nov 20, 2016 21:08:11 GMT -5
[ hellooooo im the friend ]
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 20, 2016 21:09:09 GMT -5
(HEY HEY im finally off mobile)
(will post something soon~)
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Post by alfred on Nov 20, 2016 21:10:24 GMT -5
{ haha. yo! welcome to don't panic. cx
i'll get a reply up, sour candy. TWD's on and i'm emotional. ;~; }
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 20, 2016 21:25:52 GMT -5
{ haha. yo! welcome to don't panic. cx
i'll get a reply up, sour candy. TWD's on and i'm emotional. ;~; } (I've never watched TWD o3o)
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Post by The Blue Adept on Nov 20, 2016 21:44:15 GMT -5
thanks! itll take me a bit to type stuff up, but im glad to be here yo
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Post by The Blue Adept on Nov 20, 2016 21:48:37 GMT -5
although i have a question. if robots/androids are a thing, would cyborgs be possible too or is that a no?
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Post by alfred on Nov 20, 2016 21:54:40 GMT -5
{ haha. yo! welcome to don't panic. cx
i'll get a reply up, sour candy. TWD's on and i'm emotional. ;~; } (I've never watched TWD o3o) { I might be biased but it's one of the best shows on television right now. I'm a mess this season. }
although i have a question. if robots/androids are a thing, would cyborgs be possible too or is that a no? { That's cool. c; }
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Post by The Blue Adept on Nov 20, 2016 21:57:14 GMT -5
nice niceee less for me to change lol
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Post by alfred on Nov 20, 2016 22:25:54 GMT -5
He began to lower his weapon. "Fine...I'll believe you. For now." Jamison set his spear on the ground, but still within range, just in case. He went back to starting his fire. He scraped the two rocks together until sparks lept on to the branches. After a few tries, the wood started to crackle and turn black. He took off his respirator and blew gently on the burning branches, the embers glowing brighter. He quickly secured it back onto his face as he added more wood to the fire. Gene watched him carefully, lowering his hands. "Great. That's great." Looking off into the distance, he nodded toward the horizon. "I'm going to go now," he warned in the case the man would attack him just for moving. Starting forward, he steered around the stranger and his fire, pausing momentarily as his conscience got the best of him. Pursing his lips, he looked back. "Why don't you stay in the settlement?" He asked. It was odd seeing someone staying so close to the settlement without actually entering it. Most would prefer a little protection over none at all.
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 20, 2016 22:34:14 GMT -5
Jamison looked up at Gene. "Too many people 'round there," he sighed. "Since everything went to hell, you can't just walk up to every person you see and not expect anything bad to happen anymore." He turned his gaze towards Merryville. "I believe it's safer to just avoid everyone. But I try to stick somewhat close to people, in case I need something in a pinch."
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Post by alfred on Nov 20, 2016 22:40:13 GMT -5
Gene listened, nodding since the man couldn't read much from his mask. "Sure, that's smart," he said slowly, still thinking, "Merryville's not so bad, though. They're established, at least. More than you can say for others." He thought back to the team of bandits and other failed settlements. All had either died off or turned rouge. The four in this area were the only he could think of that were, in the least, hospitable. Shaking his head, he let the subject drop. "Suppose it's whatever, though." He stood still for a moment more before clearing his throat and turning away. "Alright, see you."
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 20, 2016 22:49:07 GMT -5
"Bye," replied Jamison, turning his gaze back to the fire. He pulled out a can of soup and began to open it with a small piece of metal. As he pried open the lid, he realized that he was running low on food rations, and that he would have to scavenge some more soon. He carefully balanced the can on the pile of sticks in the fire, waiting for his meal to cook. As he waited, he thought about how the man in the mask hadn't immediately tried to kill him. "Guess not everyone is dangerous these days..." he muttered to himself.
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 20, 2016 22:55:47 GMT -5
(poofed again sorry)
Sterling let out a relieved sigh as he exited Merryville finally, after the embarrassment from the conversation earlier with that tall, mauled dude earlier put him in the right direction. At last, he was out, and was going to head probably either to Bel-Ridge or Milton, depending on which was closer. But the heat was starting to get to him, and he headed for the shade of the sparse trees scattered around. He didn't know what he was going to do there, but he knew he needed to at least go to one of those places and do something. Do something with his probably vastly shortened life, due to the toxin. Sterling shook his head to rid his mind of those thoughts, as he tended to be overly-existential sometimes.
(someone can just stumble upon him or smth idk)
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 20, 2016 23:02:27 GMT -5
(poofed again sorry)
Sterling let out a relieved sigh as he exited Merryville finally, after the embarrassment from the conversation earlier with that tall, mauled dude earlier put him in the right direction. At last, he was out, and was going to head probably either to Bel-Ridge or Milton, depending on which was closer. But the heat was starting to get to him, and he headed for the shade of the sparse trees scattered around. He didn't know what he was going to do there, but he knew he needed to at least go to one of those places and do something. Do something with his probably vastly shortened life, due to the toxin. Sterling shook his head to rid his mind of those thoughts, as he tended to be overly-existential sometimes.
(someone can just stumble upon him or smth idk) (A wild Jamison appears) Jamison jumped as he thought he saw something move in the distance. Not letting his previous encounter lower his guard, he quickly grabbed his spear and faced the direction he saw movement. Briefly forgetting his food, he slowly moved forward, spear in hand and alertness in his eyes.
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Post by The Blue Adept on Nov 20, 2016 23:25:38 GMT -5
Name: C17 Gender: prefers male Age: Unknown Appearance: C17 is an android, and a very humanoid one at that, although mostly seen that way by his face. His chrome tint isn't as shiny these days, and most of his LEDs have faded, but the bolts and cables all remain in proper order, save for a long gash across his face and chestplate, amongst other scratches. He speaks with a mostly dead-pan robotic voice. Personality: Clever, Independent, Curious Backstory: C17 was an assembly-line bot, created for training soldiers, and built sturdy for the purpose. Though he didn't see much action due to a small flaw in his AI, which made him a bit too self-willed and all too often refusing to follow orders. Because of this, he was shelved before the initial disaster for tweaking, but no one really got around to it because of the rather important apocalypse. In the ensuing chaos, C17 was activated as part of an emergency protocol and took his chance to escape, and has been wandering by himself ever since. Important Gear: C17 wears a lot of covering layers to keep his mechanical parts from view to avoid being scavenged for parts and to keep himself safe from the weather. He wears a coat over a beat-up zipper jacket that falls to his knees, with the hood up and dark tinted goggles over his eyes. He wears cargoish pants for the many pockets, boots, and carries a backpack and a few other smaller bags. Gloves and wraps go down his arms and hands. He always seems to have just the right tool. Weapons: Other than his metal fists, C17 doesn't have much except the scrap he's picked up. He has an old baton and a small pistol. Other: C17 is a bit of a loner with no real purpose, but does most work as a scavenger, and providing info where he can if there's a good price for it. He also has a bit of thievery under his belt for good measure. Inspiration for C17, but with a more humanoid face Inspiration for C17's gear Name: Honora Ocampo Gender: Female Age: 27 Appearance: Honora wouldn't immediately strike one as intimidating, at least concerning her height. She's roughly 5'6", average, with a lean and built body and tanned skin. Her auburn hair is about shoulder length, and kept back in either a bun or a ponytail. Her eyebrows are dark and her eyes are dark brown and almond shaped, her face round. She has a few battle scars, but none immediately visible. She has very sharp reflexes and always seems to be ready for action. Personality: Responsible, Disciplined, Stubborn Backstory: Honora didn't known much of her parents, even before Moros. They died from an accident when she was quite young, too young to remember them properly, and was eventually adopted by two well-meaning military men. Because of this, she grew up disciplined and favoring justice and force, and was raised to be a soldier herself. She didn't detest it, but found herself thriving under such motivation, and became revered within her squadron. After Moros hit, work was tougher, more dangerous, and she was more inclined to help her community than strangers, and relocated to Bel-Ridge where she now does work out of, with Artemus as her partner and trainee. Her morals are situational, and she's a tough woman to face. Important Gear: Honora is decked out in a full military ensemble, with thick-cotton shirt and pants, body armor, a pack-vest, and sturdy and reliable combat boots. Under most of her gear she wears a double-breasted coat and a light wrap around her neck, with her gas mask either on her face or resting around her neck. She has supplies for a long journey, including medicine. Weapons: Among her ensemble of weapons, there are at least 5 knives, one pulse rifle, and a pistol. Other: Honora works as a sort of scout/courier for Bel-Ridge, relaying information and helping transport traded material from the different settlements. She does diplomatic work, and scouts for any signs of trouble. Honora's facelaim, Charice Pempengco Inspiration for Honora's gear and coat Name: Artemus Hayes Gender: Male Age: 24 Appearance: Of the many mysteries of Artemus, his appearance seems to be the biggest one. In fact, it's easy to mistake him for an android at first glance. Much of his body is very mutilated, with many organs and limbs entirely replaced with mechanical counterparts. His face has not been seen before, but underneath the helmet he wears it's quite scarred, almost entirely missing the left half which has been clumsily replaced with synthetics. He is still very tall, standing at around 6'2" and with a sturdy and built physique. Personality: Reserved, Altruistic, Steadfast Backstory: Artemus was young when Moros first hit, and he and his family were not adequately prepared to react. His family survived the initial problems, but as they traveled on to different settlements, searching for respite, they began to slowly die off. Left with just his mother and sister, Artemus struggled to keep himself safe. Then, as if things couldn't get any worse during the apocalypse, there was an accident while he was with a group of scavengers, involving an explosion that crippled him. While barely managing to keep him alive, two strangers dragged him as close as they could to Bel-Ridge, where he was subsequently 'fixed', but separated from his family. Indebted to them, he agreed to become a soldier, where his enhancements were best fitted. Important Gear: Much like Honora, Artemus wears extensive military gear, with body armor and vestpacks, his body comfortably covered by heavy black fabric and straps. Among the most prominent of his gear, he wears a motorcycle-esque helmet, with a dark tinted faceplate stretching from his chin to his forehead. Although there is a respirator built in, due to his inhuman 'deformities', Artemus is almost entirely immune to the toxin. Weapons: Artemus carries a few knives, a pulse rifle, and a rather fancy spear that normally appears as a small, 3 foot rod that extends out to his full height, and very sharp-tipped. Other: Artemus does much of the same work as Honora, but does more of the scouting than the talking. He has a bit more trouble when it comes to ignoring the problems of strangers. Inspiration for Artemus' helmet A close example of his gear
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Post by The Blue Adept on Nov 20, 2016 23:26:24 GMT -5
well that only took me 20 years to complete. hope its okay!
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 21, 2016 0:59:29 GMT -5
[ Hey! Sorry War! I didn't mean to poof, my birthday was today and I kind of got swept away by my family. Anyone online? Hello if so! ]
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Post by The Blue Adept on Nov 21, 2016 1:54:56 GMT -5
yo happy birthday!!!!
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Post by susieq on Nov 21, 2016 2:12:29 GMT -5
( sorry i didnt log on yesterday i was really busy >< ill be more active now)
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Post by susieq on Nov 21, 2016 2:21:11 GMT -5
( happy birthday!! )
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Post by TheFunnyRobot on Nov 21, 2016 2:38:45 GMT -5
Happy Birthday!!!
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 21, 2016 3:03:11 GMT -5
(poofed again sorry)
Sterling let out a relieved sigh as he exited Merryville finally, after the embarrassment from the conversation earlier with that tall, mauled dude earlier put him in the right direction. At last, he was out, and was going to head probably either to Bel-Ridge or Milton, depending on which was closer. But the heat was starting to get to him, and he headed for the shade of the sparse trees scattered around. He didn't know what he was going to do there, but he knew he needed to at least go to one of those places and do something. Do something with his probably vastly shortened life, due to the toxin. Sterling shook his head to rid his mind of those thoughts, as he tended to be overly-existential sometimes.
(someone can just stumble upon him or smth idk) (A wild Jamison appears) Jamison jumped as he thought he saw something move in the distance. Not letting his previous encounter lower his guard, he quickly grabbed his spear and faced the direction he saw movement. Briefly forgetting his food, he slowly moved forward, spear in hand and alertness in his eyes. (whoops got distracted)
A noise alerted Sterling's attention, and dragged him out of the previous state of blank he had been in. Pricking his ears for any more sound, his fingers winded down to the latches holding the crossbow to his backpack and gently began unwinding them. He quiet utterly silent other than that, however, as he did not want to give away his location to whoever was stalking him. No, that would mean certain death, although it depended on who it was. But Sterling, being the paranoid, trust-issue-riddled person he was he certainly wasn't going to take any risks any time soon when it came to his guard. So his other hand found their way winding around a crossbow bolt as well, knowing even by itself it was a good defense.
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Post by alfred on Nov 21, 2016 12:14:38 GMT -5
{ 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; } { also, maybe once susieq get's on, we can bring in michael and craig to respond to sammie, ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 ? } { Morning! Anyone on?
Your forms look great, The Blue Adept . I'll add them in a bit. Happy belated birthday, ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 ! }
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 21, 2016 12:22:13 GMT -5
(I'll be online later lol)
(what time zone does everyone live in btw? im pst/pdt)
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Post by alfred on Nov 21, 2016 12:27:36 GMT -5
{ Alrighty. c; I'm eastern so exactly on the dot with the forum time. }
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 21, 2016 12:31:14 GMT -5
(I'm here but at school) (Also I'm in pacific standard time )
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 21, 2016 12:37:58 GMT -5
(A wild Jamison appears) Jamison jumped as he thought he saw something move in the distance. Not letting his previous encounter lower his guard, he quickly grabbed his spear and faced the direction he saw movement. Briefly forgetting his food, he slowly moved forward, spear in hand and alertness in his eyes. (whoops got distracted)
A noise alerted Sterling's attention, and dragged him out of the previous state of blank he had been in. Pricking his ears for any more sound, his fingers winded down to the latches holding the crossbow to his backpack and gently began unwinding them. He quiet utterly silent other than that, however, as he did not want to give away his location to whoever was stalking him. No, that would mean certain death, although it depended on who it was. But Sterling, being the paranoid, trust-issue-riddled person he was he certainly wasn't going to take any risks any time soon when it came to his guard. So his other hand found their way winding around a crossbow bolt as well, knowing even by itself it was a good defense. Breathing as quietly as he could through his respirator, Jamison continued to creep forward towards the figure. Paranoia was starting to take over again; He viewed his target as only a threat to him. He gripped his spear tighter in his hands and tense, ready to spring forward to attack. (I'm not really at my best right now, sorry)
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 21, 2016 13:37:49 GMT -5
[ Hello! Thanks for the happy birthday wishes ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ I'm also at college, just stopping by to say I might be on later tonight! --- I'm mountain time so posting this it's about 11:38 am ]
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 21, 2016 15:00:43 GMT -5
(I'm here kinda)
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Post by alfred on Nov 21, 2016 16:10:15 GMT -5
{ same! just waiting for a good place to jump in at. i think we need something, an overall plot that brings our charries together. ideas, ideas. }
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