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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Jan 1, 2017 17:15:43 GMT -5
The
Walking
Dead
this is the better version because the front page (hopefully) doesn't crash every time you try to use it. ahem. but to all newcomers welcome!
A Quick Overview: This roleplay takes place in the Walking Dead universe in Washington state, 4 months after the outbreak. Groups are currently being formed and in search of a safe haven said to be located somewhere in the small Washington town of Edgemont. p.s. there's a cult of zombie worshipers somewhere in the vicinity so do with that information what you will.
Joining Form:
Name // age // gender // weapon // group (group one, two, or loner) ❝short description (1-2 sentences or faceclaim)❞ → screenname
Group One Characters
Abuela Zubizarreta // 81 // female // handgun & knife // leader of Group One ❝a short woman of 5' with thick prescription glasses and twin braids of wispy white hair reaching just past her shoulders.❞ → ʰᵒᶰᵉʸᵇᵃᵈᵍᵉʳ ღ
Emilio Zubizarreta // 18 // male // handgun // Group One ❝a pudgy young man just barely taller than his grandmother at 5'3" with short dark brown, nearly black, hair and dark green eyes.❞ → ʰᵒᶰᵉʸᵇᵃᵈᵍᵉʳ ღ
Ingrid Wiesel // twenty // female // bow and arrows // Group One ❝face claim: India Eisley; 5'9" in height❞ → мαgηιfιqυє
Mason Reynolds // thirty-four // male // handgun // Group One ❝face claim: Paul Wesley; 6'3" in height❞ → мαgηιfιqυє
Eliza Allen // 35 // female // Machete // group 1 ❝Face Claim: Ayase Eli (Love Live character) → Ayase Eli
Group Two Characters
Hester Scoresby // 19 // female // hunting rifle & hunting knife // Group Two ❝a rather tall young lady, standing at 6'1" with short brown hair (usually kept in a ponytail) and tanned skin spotted with moles. She takes pride in her lean but well-muscled physique.❞ → ʰᵒᶰᵉʸᵇᵃᵈᵍᵉʳ ღ
Soraya al-Farashatan // 20 // Female // Group 2 // Two-pronged fish spear Soraya’s lithe figure stands at 5’5” with skin of a rich bronze. Her thick long hair hangs past her shoulders in a plume of midnight curls and waves that whether left free to the will of nature or woven into as neat a braid as she can manage drapes behind her like polished obsidian. Soraya’s sloe-shaped upturned eyes are two pools of coffee, which would be warm and welcoming if they weren’t offset by her thick low-set eyebrows that give her a look of perpetual judgement and discontent. -servalstrike
Javier Martinez // 22 // Male // Baseball bat // group two Face Claim: Tom Payne (Paul Monroe "Jesus" Actor) → Ayase Eli
Loner Characters
Nagini // eighteen // female // hunting knife // loner; cult member ❝face claim: Ruby Rose; tattoo of a cobra curls up her left forearm; 5'8" in height❞ → мαgηιfιqυє
Didion Murphy // 25// Male // Loner // Rifle face claim: Brad Kroenig -servalstrike
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Jan 1, 2017 17:16:24 GMT -5
{ there! that's much better! }
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Post by mags on Jan 1, 2017 17:44:03 GMT -5
Ingrid Wiesel // twenty // female // bow and arrows // Group One ❝face claim: India Eisley; 5'9" in height❞ → мαgηιfιqυє
Nagini // eighteen // female // hunting knife // loner; cult member ❝face claim: Ruby Rose; tattoo of a cobra curls up her left forearm; 5'8" in height❞ → мαgηιfιqυє
Mason Reynolds // thirty-four // male // handgun // Group One ❝face claim: Paul Wesley; 6'3" in height❞ → мαgηιfιqυє
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Jan 1, 2017 17:48:52 GMT -5
{ added! do you want to post your reply now? }
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Post by mags on Jan 1, 2017 17:49:14 GMT -5
ingrid wiesel — group one
(short, short, short reply hehehe if u can't tell, ingrid loves emilio. he's a SWEETIE.)
Driving honestly sounded like a good plan. If they could make it work, having a car could mean the difference between life and death. Survival and..well. Whatever came of becoming one of the undead. But she knew that finding a car was not even half of the battle that rested before them. No, that was the easy part. It was what came afterwards — finding a car that would actually start, one that had enough gas to get them where they needed to be — that would be tricky. And of course, they would need to work quickly. Always on guard. Always ready for anything.
Ingrid shifted her weight from one foot to the other, flicking her gaze downward before mustering a response to Kameko’s inquiry. It was a bit strange, Ingrid’s timid demeanor. Certainly out of the ordinary. She needed to get out of her own head. You’re not going to die. Not today, not tomorrow, not for a long while. She repeated those words to herself numerous times until she finally found herself relaxing again, and only then did she meet Kameko’s gaze once more. Did she drive? She certainly could, yes. Up until the beginning of this chaos, she drove herself around quite often. She was a fast driver — her family often said too fast — but she hadn’t ever gotten a ticket. Had never gotten into an accident. A hint of a smile began to form as she remembered her life before everything went to hell. She’d had lots of friends. An apartment in Seattle. An amazing boyfriend. Her life had been good. She wanted it back. More than anything in the world, in the entire universe, she yearned for her life back. On more than one occasion, she had found herself wondering if all of this was simply a bad dream. Something from which she could escape.
She wanted to wake up. But alas, she knew that wasn’t happening. She was trapped. There was no escaping this nightmare.
”I can drive, yeah,” she replied with a simple nod, exhaling softly as she spoke, ”you?” She assumed that Kameko’s reply would be the same, as most people she encountered knew how to drive. Ingrid only hoped that Kameko could drive well. But there wasn’t time to worry about that now.
Her lips pursed for a moment as she contemplated keeping her next question to herself. She didn’t want to appear weaker than she probably already did, but after a second more of consideration, she decided to speak.
”Kameko,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper, though it still managed to echo throughout the small, stone room, ”are you..um. Are you scared at all?”
Ingrid’s mother had raised her to be honest and forthcoming with her emotions, to never hold anything back. Sometimes, this proved to be an asset, but other times..well. Her transparency often got her into trouble.
Her attention was drawn over her shoulder as Emilio’s voice rang throughout the church once more, and Ingrid huffed a small chuckle as he spoke. He was always so friendly. Outgoing. Like a little, cuddly teddy bear in a human body. Her blue eyes flicked between Emilio and Abuela as Emilio continued to speak, and she nodded in reply.
”I’m ready when you guys are!”
I’m as ready as I’m gonna get.
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Post by mags on Jan 1, 2017 17:49:56 GMT -5
{ added! do you want to post your reply now? } ( way ahead of u bro ;D )
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Post by servalstrike on Jan 1, 2017 18:03:22 GMT -5
Soraya al-Farashatan // 20 // Female // Group 2 // Two-pronged fish spear Soraya’s lithe figure stands at 5’5” with skin of a rich bronze. Her thick long hair hangs past her shoulders in a plume of midnight curls and waves that whether left free to the will of nature or woven into as neat a braid as she can manage drapes behind her like polished obsidian. Soraya’s sloe-shaped upturned eyes are two pools of coffee, which would be warm and welcoming if they weren’t offset by her thick low-set eyebrows that give her a look of perpetual judgement and discontent. -servalstrike
Didion Murphy // 25// Male // Loner // Rifle face claim: Brad Kroenig -servalstrike
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Post by servalstrike on Jan 1, 2017 18:03:44 GMT -5
(The new page looks good!)
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Post by koi on Jan 1, 2017 19:35:53 GMT -5
[ hi babbies! i got a little sidetracked by nausea and chest pain but i sweat it out and i'm back now :') i'll get my forms up soon ]
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Post by mags on Jan 1, 2017 19:43:09 GMT -5
( KOI DONT DIE i love u too much )
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Post by servalstrike on Jan 1, 2017 20:10:28 GMT -5
(Oh no koi what's wrong? are you sick again?)
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jan 1, 2017 20:34:39 GMT -5
[ i'll probably still hang around and spam the page (with art); sorry for dropping again hon, i just didn't want to get too far in because i was going too disappear and...you right, i only rped one day for this week this thing has been open. ]
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Jan 1, 2017 20:43:09 GMT -5
{ it's fine briar. there's no point in sticking around if you know it's not gonna work out
take your time koi. don't stress <3 }
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Post by koi on Jan 1, 2017 20:46:27 GMT -5
[ i think i had some sort of muscle spasm? i just had pretty severe chest pain under my sternum for like. an hour or two it was Extreme. not saying i blame cullen but i blame him ]
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Post by servalstrike on Jan 1, 2017 20:46:51 GMT -5
(yea briar no worries edit: D: aw koi! you poor thing this is all cullen's fault!)
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Post by mags on Jan 2, 2017 12:20:23 GMT -5
( good morning, lovelies <3 )
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Jan 2, 2017 12:53:20 GMT -5
{ morning friends, companions, and best buddies alike! how are you guys today? }
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Post by mags on Jan 2, 2017 12:56:59 GMT -5
( hi, hon!! i woke up w a nasty cough/sore throat this morning :/ but other than that, im doing ok!! wbu?? )
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Jan 2, 2017 13:02:15 GMT -5
{ gross. it's getting to be that time of year where everyone is sick and dying >-< i'm good. i just rolled out of bed not too long ago so i'm currently fighting the urge to go back to sleep like a big baby }
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Post by mags on Jan 2, 2017 13:09:12 GMT -5
( do it. sleep. sleep is the best thing on the planet. )
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Jan 2, 2017 13:10:42 GMT -5
{ i can't. i've slept enough already. i don't waste the whole day sleeping ;-; }
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Post by mags on Jan 2, 2017 13:22:18 GMT -5
( i suppose thats a good point!! what are you up to today? )
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Jan 2, 2017 13:36:59 GMT -5
{ not much. just putting around the house doing this and that going to take care of some dogs later. wbu? }
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Post by mags on Jan 2, 2017 14:00:31 GMT -5
( i'm mostly resting today!! i think my dad's gonna wanna watch the rose bowl game so i might do that w him c: )
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Post by servalstrike on Jan 2, 2017 15:41:30 GMT -5
(Hey guys!)
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Jan 2, 2017 19:48:51 GMT -5
{ i'm gonna wait for koi to reply for kameko before working on something for emilio in the meantime i'm gonna write up hester's reply~ }
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Post by koi on Jan 2, 2017 20:10:47 GMT -5
[ i forgot i had to reply!! i feel bad ill get that done rn ]
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Jan 2, 2017 20:15:24 GMT -5
Hester Scoresby Group Two
Unlike Markias, Hester’s got less luck in finding a working car. Working implying two things: keys in the ignition and a tank full a’ gas. Locked doors were another issue entirely. The walkers lured off by her cherry bombs were already returning, having found nothing to chomp they teeth on. Slow and stupid, but now she could see their numbers, swelling up something awful thanks to the bombs. More ‘n more kept coming, leaking out from between buildings and onto the street. Truth be told, if Markias hadn’t found a car so quick, Hester wouldn’t been so keen on getting the hell outta dodge. So the second he pulls up next to her, grinning and singing like the whole damn world grinning and singing right ‘long with him, Hester’s ready to split.
“Quit your singing, you idiot!” She snaps, smiling all the while as she hauls herself into the passenger seat ‘longside him. “Alright, time to think.” Walkers were already shambling straight towards, groaning and biting the air like that’d be enough to scare ‘em outta the car. They numbers had grown surpassing ten, twelve, thirteen. A whole load a’ them making they way downtown, walking just fast enough, faces past and they’re food-bound. “Hit the gas will ya!” She yelps as a walker slams fleshy, rotting hands against her window, looking to shatter it to shards and take a bite outta her. “Okay, plan. Plan, plan, plan. I ain’t wasting no more bombs so you can get that thought outta your head right now. No more noise. No more distractions. We drive straight to Edgemont and…”
And then what? And then a welcome party would be standing in the streets, waiting to haul them in with open arms, lead ‘em to safety and offer them up a fine meal of meat and potatoes? Where in the name of Samhain even was this safe house? Edgemont and safe house were the only words Hester’d been hearing for weeks now. But Edgemont weren’t gonna spring up around them with neon signs pointing to safety! Or were it… Hester shifted in her seat, antsy and itching, laying her rifle ‘cross her lap and staring out the windshield with a frown drooping her features something fierce. “Maybe we can just live out the rest a’ our natural lives in this car,” she offers with a smile that meant it were a joke, but only half a joke. Something ‘bout Edgemont made Hester fidgety. People kept whispering that the whole damn thing were a trap, a show to lure unsuspecting folks like them in. But she didn’t think that were the worst thing that could happen.
Even the whole damn thing did turn fraud, least that meant it had been real. What mattered was that at some point there had been a place called Edgemont and it had been offering safe haven to folks in need. The worst possible outcome? It had never existed to start. What if the whole rumor had been just that? A rumor. A rumor to give folks hope and keep ‘em going, one day at a time. What if there weren’t even no Edgemont? No, she seen it on the map. ‘Course Edgemont were real. She glances over at Markias, driving and singing like there ain’t walkers busting on every available space of the car, looking for a snack. What did he think a’ the whole thing? Did he think the safe haven were real? Or was he just ‘long for the ride?
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Jan 2, 2017 20:16:00 GMT -5
[ i forgot i had to reply!! i feel bad ill get that done rn ] { s'alright koifish <3 i forgot too >^< how are you feeling today? }
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Post by servalstrike on Jan 2, 2017 20:54:15 GMT -5
Soraya: (Group 2, on the road again, without briar i'm just making her get her butt to the car) Soraya hated the swell of walkers that had been drawn in by the noise of the bombs going off. Turning to look over her shoulder she could see them swarming the streets. She didn’t even have to look to know that their numbers had grown, she could smell them. The wretched stench of decay seemed to clog every pore of her skin. It made her eyes water. Already being drawn to the only living creatures in the immediate area. Which, unfortunately, was them. Soraya hobbled down the street towards the car Mark had gotten his hands on. Hobbled. Actually hobbled like some kind of old lady, it made her feel more and more useless. If she had not been distracted by the hot pain that pounded in her leg or the wave of flesh-biters heading their way she would have knocked Mark on his a*s for his damned singing. If for nothing else than just the joy of knocking Mark on his a*s.
She got to the car just in time to pry open the door and haul herself in before the cold clammy hands of the dead started banging on her window. Soraya yelped in surprise and tucked her legs against her chest, she hadn’t realized how fast they’d been moving, or how slow she’d been. She took a deep breath and let it out through her nose before she glared at the walker and slammed her hand on the window right back. She snarled something in her mother tongue at it before pulling herself away from the window again. Refusing to look into the thing’s eyes. Soraya had heard that if you looked into the eyes of a walker you would see yourself as a walker. She had yet to test the theory but with her poor condition she wasn’t about to jinx herself by asserting her dominance to the undead.
Turning her head she looked between Mark and Hester in front of her. “To Edgemont,” she repeated after Hester. Aw yes the promised land. The land of milk and honey where they would find sanctuary and peace and live out the rest of their lives picking flowers and singing songs. Soraya or course didn’t believe any of that but there had to be somewhere in the world that wasn’t overrun with the dead. She had no other leads so for now she would let herself believe that Edgemont could be that place, for now at least. She had no other plan. At least if they had a plan they could keep themselves moving forward, even if was to some imaginary palace on the edge of the world. Something had to keep them moving and alive.
At Hester’s next comment Soraya cocked her head and arched her brows. “If that is the plan I would like a better car.” She appeared entirely serious in that statement. Furrowing her brows she leaned back into her seat. “In all honestly it wouldn’t be so bad. It would be a like a house on wheels and we could take it to areas less populated by the dead as we so please.”
Looking out the window she could see how outnumbered they were, even by what might have seemed like so few walkers to a bigger group. “We should get more people to join our group. If Edgemont isn’t...there then we can’t keep running around like this. With enough people we could even make our own Edgemont.” It sounded like such a pleasant idea. Find more people and settle down on some farmland, they could all protect it from walkers together. Her mouth twisted as a new, less innocent, notion rose through the muck of her thoughts. She couldn’t filter the words before they came stumbling out of her mouth. “What about repopulating the world? Is that our duty now or something? Just start...having kids.” Soraya wanted to gag herself but the words just kept bubbling up before she could stop them. “What if we don’t find others? Is it just supposed to be us and Mark Lias?” Out of nervous habit she started running her fingers through her thick hair her face turning red at the concept of conception.
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