Last Survivors - a zombie apocalypse RP(Closed)
Jan 5, 2017 14:11:28 GMT -5
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jan 5, 2017 14:11:28 GMT -5
Attention: This RP is closed for now. We'll probably open again at some point, but I'm not sure when at the moment. Feel free to check in again in a bit!
Welcome to Last Survivors.
This RP's a bit simpler than some others I've seen - there's not a lot you have to know. So don't be afraid to jump in! :]
Intro
The year is 2017, and the dead walk the earth. 2 months since the initial outbreak, and now they've taken over everything. Our homes, our streets, our cities, our world. They've taken our whole lives, and there's nothing left. Nothing left.
Nothing.
Except for us.
We are the survivors. We are the lucky ones. The ones who, for one reason or another, have chosen to stay on this rock instead of letting it swallow us whole. Not all of us will make it. Hell, if we're being honest, I don't think any of us will. So many people gave up after the scientists declared it an 'extinction level event'. They think it's the end. I'm a fool for going against that, but I have to be.
This can't be the end.
This won't be the end, not for us. Not for everyone. They think I'm gonna let some dead idiots push me around. This isn't their world, it's ours. And we're gonna take it back from them, one house, one street, one living person at a time.
Rules:
Basic RP structure:
The RP starts in an abandoned big box store(like Target, Walmart, etc) that my character Sawyer boarded up for herself. Approaching the store, breaking in, etc. should be the first line of RP for your character.
Zombies, other humans, food, water, and supplies are the main challenges in this world. Most plots will revolve around one of these.
Don't worry too much about asking permission before starting relationships with other characters - whether or not anything develops out of an initial encounter will depend on the compatibility of the two characters and their RPers' willingness to go along with it. It should be spontaneous and organic.
Joining Form:
Name|Sex/Gender|Age|Physical description|Personality description|Backstory(optional)|Other(optional extra info goes here - special skills, favorite weapons, pets, LGBTQ+, accents, race, etc)|Screen name|Faceclaim(optional) <spoiler><img src="insert link"></spoiler> (replace < > with [ ] )
Characters:
<Raintalon>:
Sawyer Hale|Female|22|She's got wavy, dirty-blonde colored hair that she usually keeps in a messy ponytail or loose with a side part. Clothes are usually a tight-fitting T-shirt with normal or maybe ripped jeans. She's got one pair of tough brown leather boots, and a worn denim jacket that she'd only part with if she was dead. Maybe not even then.|Sawyer is a social butterfly, and a cowgirl at heart. At only 22, she's scrambling to adapt to the new world. She's an adrenaline junkie who has always been up for dangerous, extreme-type jobs. Having helped out on her parents' farm a lot from an early age, she's not very squeamish. She's somewhat hesitant to lead and though she likes to call the shots, she's not too good at getting people to follow her.|Grew up on a farm, went to college, worked as a bartender until the apocalypse hit. Her parents and friends are either dead or missing.|She's got a mild Southern accent.|<Raintalon>|
Ryker Lane|Male|27|Tall, dark-haired man who is good looking, yet somewhat intimidating on first glance. He's got almost nothing on him - he only carries a canteen for water and a long saw blade axe as a weapon. He keeps his clothes simple, usually wearing sturdy hiking boots, jeans, a polo or T-shirt, and a green-brown field jacket. He also wears a chain necklace with three military dog tags attached to it.|Ryker is a naturally soft-hearted man, hardened by the apocalypse and his pre-apocalyptic life. He's suspicious of people and is pretty strongly an introvert, but will step in to help if he can. He's not good at working in a team and tends to go against the grain of established leadership, sometimes upsetting group hierarchy. He's quite socially awkward and can come across as a bit weird.|Mostly unknown history, was in the military at some point|He's got a dog with him, a Belgian Malinois with a supply-loaded service dog vest.|
Benjamin Halroy|Male|25|He stands at 6'0, lightly on the short side of average. He's got slightly grown-out dark brown hair that he keeps combed if he can, and light, penetrating blue eyes. He's often cold, so he usually wears several layers of clothing. A thin, simple shirt, maybe a simple button-up over that, and then a simple hoodie or hooded jacket. If he's not cold, he'll just wear the undershirt/button-up shirt combo. His lined, dark-shadowed eyes lead one to believe he's a bit older than he actually is. The only thing that betrays him as new to the apocalypse is his many injuries and bleeding hands that are a result of his body's hasty attempts to adapt to the harsh new world.|Prematurely hardened by the apocalypse, Ben comes across as cold and defensive. He won't hesitate to defend himself and is distrustful in the extreme. Tough as nails, he never hesitates or acts afraid of whatever problems the world's presented him with. He's hypervigilant, paranoid, and skilled, and has adapted to the apocalypse in a shockingly short time, perhaps at the expense of his mental health and stability.|Will be revealed through RP||<Raintalon>|
Archibald "Colt" Beckett|Male||Colt is tall, about 6'3, with a muscular build that he couldn't have acquired in the 2 months since the apocalypse broke out. He's got light, ice-blue eyes and dirty blonde hair that he keeps longer on the top than the sides. He has a denim jacket that he usually wears over sturdy button-up shirts.|Calculating, hot-tempered, and devastatingly intelligent, Colt is a force to be reckoned with in the post-apocalyptic world. He's naturally extroverted and prefers to seek out groups rather than surviving on his own. He has a gift for strategy, and considers himself nearly unbeatable at chess and other, similar games.|TBD|He hates his given first name and insists on being called by his chosen name - Colt.|<Raintalon>|Faceclaim(optional) |
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Seth Jarrett|Male|32|At 5'9", Seth is a fairly average height and has a scrawny build, with a surprising lack of muscle mass for a survivor. Of course, he would still be considered strong in a normal society, but in the apocalypse his build is reminiscent of a fourteen-year-old boy. He has light blue eyes with some brown near the centers, and very dark brown hair that nearly always looks windswept, partly due to the uneven edges that give away the fact that he cuts his own hair now. The roots are a sandy blonde colour, betraying the fact that his "dark and mysterious" profile is partly his own idea. He wears soft textured black shirts that he keeps tucked into his black jeans, an old purple belt, and a black leather jacket that adds to the strangely un-scarred air his appearance casts. In addition, he has a sewn-in place on his jeans where he keeps a gun, and he has a pocket knife in his pocket and a scar on his jaw.|Seth acts significantly younger than he is, more like a rebellious teenager with the benefit of experience than anything else. He has a reckless streak that often gets him into trouble, causing him to rashly make decisions that seem very stupid. At the same time, he has a gift for sliding out of tough spots, which is the main reason he's still alive, even though he's conspicuously lacking in friends. One side of his personality that could seem to contradict the others is that he's actually something of a wuss, being much better at thinking about a thing than actually doing it. He has a kind of addiction to rule-breaking, even without any purpose, and is the kind of person who shop-lifts regularly just because he knows he can. He has a hard time thinking about the needs of others, and even if it bothers him when his greed and/or stupidity gets someone else hurt he's good at faking carelessness. His general motto is to keep smiling, because it's either that or locking yourself in a room and never being able to come out.|His history is shady, a fact not helped by his tendency to lie, but it's doubtful that there isn't some bloody patches along the way. Some of the things he knows how to do, in theory anyway-lock picking, fighting techniques, rudimentary hacking, etc-make it hard to trust him.|®Hawkpath®|
Reese Torres|Female|19|Short, with a relatively compact build, Reese has medium dark skin and black curly hair that she keeps tied back and out of her face. Her eyes are a dark, chocolate brown that would be pretty if they were brighter, something hunger has robbed her of. Freckles dot her cheeks, thicker on the left side near her nose. She is fairly strong, and usually wears a band T-shirt, elderly pale jeans, and whatever she can find in the way of a jacket. She also has black tennis shoes, and ammunition but no gun.|Reese is a true jack-of-all-trades, with the ability to do okay at a lot of things but at the same time almost always worse at them than the next person. She is naturally friendly, but suspicious, with a pessimistic attitude that could annoy some. She has the tendency to be very blunt, saying exactly what's on her mind with a lack of manners but an honest tone, and likes to have a small group of very close friends that she would die for. Intensely loyal, she strongly dislikes anyone messing with anyone that's a part of that group, and has a sort of "greater good" mentality that makes it possible for her to do things others can't, like shooting a friend. She considers it her duty to do these things instead of the others, as if by darkening herself she's sacrificing her own soul for the purity of theirs.|She enrolled in the police academy at 18, mostly to escape family issues but also because she liked the idea of protecting civilians. Her average results tended to annoy her, and she had pretty much sold her entire life to the program by the time the apocalypse hit, leaving her lost and confused, without purpose. That was a dark time for her, and for a while she didn't even want to survive, only being able to keep the will to live because of the adrenaline of the moment, plus the added training her academy days had given her.|®Hawkpath®|
Opal Chernova|Female|25| Very, very slightly on the tall side of average, Opal has the awkward build of a person who was slightly out of shape a short time ago, and suddenly lost a lot of weight. Her eyes are a clear blue reminiscent of the ocean, and her light-ish brown hair is cut unevenly to around her chin, although it's quite wavy and sticks out at interesting angles. She wears long sleeved plaid shirts and typically sweatpants, unless she's being formal for some reason, in which case she borrows something from one of her friends. In addition to this outfit, she has a baby sling she wears so that she can carry Hades around with her. She has a small, detailed paw print tattooed behind her right ear.|Opal is quite awkward socially, and tended to be quiet at parties and other events. Before the apocalypse she was a professional gamer, and always felt better somehow if she was playing someone else, even if she was playing with someone in the same room as her and consequently could see her. She likes to play and 'waste time' far more than do anything too serious, and has an almost phobia of reality in general, the game you don't get to save. Opal is quite high-energy, however, and has an extremely bright one-track mind once you get her hooked, with a natural talent and interest for physics and chemistry despite her low grades. She has a bit of a sweet tooth, and absolutely adores carbonated drinks, despite the sugar and caffeine tending to make her act rather manic at times.|She has a large cinnamon male ferret, Hades, who is completely evil and is allowed loose in her apartment.|®Hawkpath®|
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Rowan Black|Female|26|Rowan is a relatively average height female, standing at about 5'8. Her figure shows small signs of mal-nutrition and dehidration. Her skin itself shows obvious signs of a deep tan that has since grown dull and smeared with dirt. She has long copper colored hair she likes to try to keep in a neat french braid and her intelligent bright green eyes pop out on her shallow face. Rowan's outfit consists of a nice pair of flexible jeggings and a loose white (now dusty brown) wool shirt that's tucked into her pants. On her feet she has a pair of brown leather North face ankle boots. Letting almost any observant person know that when the apocalypse began she must've been on some outing in town and ever since she clearly hasn't been able to change her foot wear. On cold days or nights, she has a black carhartt that she wears for warmth. Around her waist she has a brown leather belt with a holster that holds her ruger pistol. She's also got a large butcher knife that happened to be in arms reach when the chaos started.|Rowan is a very snappy, serious person who always views situation's with a grim disposition. She tends to be a bit rash, but if you've got a stupid idea, she has no problem bluntly voicing her opinion about it. Rowan herself isn't rude, she's just blunt beyond her own realization. She is, however, extremely stubborn and refuses to let the 'Infects' touch her. This is one reason she is unusually clean for being in an apocaypse. She refuses to smell like death and body odor. She's going to shower and keep clean no matter how many Infects try to attack her while she's cleaning. They don't own her. Rowan is very voiced and opinionated so no one ever has to worry, if you insult her, she'll let you know.|Rowan, before the apocalypse, was actually a waitress. Her father was a police officer, thus the reason she is very handy with a gun. With blades she'll just slash and stab until it's not moving. Rowan was indeed out in town when the chaos began. She has no idea where her family is or what's happened to them, she only hopes they are still living.|Rowan is a un-naturally talented shot, she almost never misses with a gun in her hand. If she could get her hands on a rifle she would be a bit more comfortable, but pistols are easier to carry. She loves animals, but hasn't managed to get one for herself. Straight, she is american, but to occupy herself, she talks in a British accent. It's just an odd quirk or hers.|DimeStorePoet|
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Lacey Raggard | Female | 21 | Of a slightly below average height and muscular build, Lacey stands at 5 feet 4 inches. Her hair, usually covered by a weathered black baseball cap with no logo, is regrowing from recently having been shaved off completely, and is of a plain brown color. Her skin is slightly tanned from years of outside activity, and her eyes are a hardened hazel Her nose is small, and button-like, and her pink lips are full and thick. Usually, Lacey can be seen wearing boyish, loose cargo pants tucked into military combat boots and a dark T-shirt or tank top. She is of European descent. | Hot-tempered, angry, and sarcastic, Lacey is used to travelling alone, and is quick to disclose her solitary nature to acquaintences. Luckily for her, she has always been active, and depends little upon technology. Although young, she is skilled in the art of survival, and consequently is exceedingly independent. Even since the apocalypse has decimated all remnants of her perfect, schedule-oriented life, Lacey continues to set a routine for herself. She is a bit of a health nut. Fearless, and even a little reckless, Lacey faces danger head on. Typically, she has a selfish mentality, and on the rare occasion that she becomes involved with a group, will sacrifice others with little to no remorse, to keep herself safe if given the choice. | Lacey grew up in the suburbs. Her family, consisting of a mother, father, and little brother, was exceptionally happy and trouble-free for the majority of Lacey's life. She was a model student throughout school. At the start of her senior year of high school, however, her younger brother Andrew was diagnosed with leukemia at the age of nine. As their relationship was exceptionally strong, the illness affected her almost as much as her brother. The diagnosis marked a significant change in her outlook on life. Lacey began shaving her head to support her younger brother, and dropped out of every sport and club she was involved in. After a year and a half, Andrew lost his battle with cancer, and Lacey began to isolate herself. Her parents' marriage fell apart, and her father left town with no notice or explanation. Her mother subsequently made an attempt on her own life, and although it failed, the overdose landed her in a coma. With nowhere to go and nothing to live for, Lacey signed up for the military, and was waiting on her first deployment before the apocalypse hit. Since the end of the world, she's spent her time scavenging, and living as healthily as possible. | Lacey is exceptionally skilled with melee weapons and carries a bowie knife. | Qtip
Charlie Amerson | Male | 26 | At first glance, Charlie seems like a boring, average guy. He stands at an average height of 6'0", is of a relatively average build, with average hazel eyes and shaggy, rusty red hair. Charlie's cream-colored face is anything but clean-shaven, bearing a full, scruffy, ginger beard, which he keeps trimmed up when he can. He has a very confident air about him, and walks with the posture of a born leader. Charlie wears a pair of relatively tight black jeans, and though unseen under his thick denim jacket, which is covered in various patches, a black, long-sleeved shirt, and a bulletproof vest at (mostly) all times. His footwear consists of dirty, brown steel-toed boots. Charlie's facial expression remains serious at all times, though his smile is more than a little charismatic. When necessary, he uses that to his advantage, along with his overly-manipulative tongue. | Charlie is often able to win the trust of even the most wary of survivors, and he uses this to his advantage on a frequent basis. He's very flirtatious, sometimes even without meaning to be, and can easily make new friends. His intentions, however, are typically not all that admirable. Charlie has a complex for leadership, and will take harsh measures to be the alpha in any group. Subsequently, he doesn't listen well to orders, and often develops a strong sense of resentment towards authority figures. If granted the position of alpha, however, Charlie is an amazing leader, and tends to find a way to satisfy most, if not all, of his group's members. | After his father abandoned the two of them when Charlie was a young boy, he and his mother lived together for most of his life. Although she cared adequately for him, she would often bring strange men into their home. Most would stick around for a few weeks or months, ordering Charlie and his mother around, and then leave. He developed a resentment for authority figures, especially males, as a result, and found in himself a desire to lead as a young teenager. Although bitter, Charlie used his anger as motivation, and graduated high school at the top of his class. He left his home town to join the police academy in New York City in hopes of eventually becoming a homicide detective, and served his city faithfully for a number of years before the apocalypse broke out. He presumes that his mother is dead, and has, for the last few months, simply been attempting to survive. | Charlie carries a hunting rifle as his weapon. | Qtip
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Sasha Drey|Female|22| Sasha is a beautiful young woman, who appears to be in her late teens or early 20's with white skin, sparkling blue-green eyes, and a buxom figure. Her most distinctive feature is her long beautiful crimson hair that reaches down to her thighs, with a single hair strand sticking out from the top. Her hair also has loose bangs covering her forehead and side bangs framing her face. |irst and for most Sasha is a very prideful person. Not only for her Russian culture but also for her skills in survival. She has a flaring temper that was her key to surviving. However, she never attacks a person unless they attack her first. Once she knows she is safe and can trust people, she's a sweet and caring person with a soft spot for animals and children. |Sasha is a Russian visitor to (Where ever we are America?) and never left because of the outbreak. She quickly learned what she had to do to survive mostly because she was trained by her parents to live in the wild and hunt with different types of weapons. Her life before is something she does not talk about|Sasha has a thick Russian Accent for the most part, but it's the alluring kind of accent, not the hard, rough one. She also is pansexual and loves using the crossbow and traditional bow. They are silent and deadly.|deathlover|
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Belle Friesenhahn | Female | 18 | Belle Friesenhahn is a caucasian female who is around 5'6" in height (about average). She weighs in at about around 120 pounds due to the scarcity of food since the outbreak of the apocalypse. Her ribs show through some clothing but not all. Her hair is dark brown and tied off in a braid or ponytail most of the time as she likes to keep it out of the way. Belle has a very straight figure, so not many curves. Her face is heart shaped and her eyes are a deep brown. She wears a red plaid long sleeve shirt with skinny jeans and your typical cowboy boots. She never goes anywhere without her hat, as it belonged to her father and is a prized possession of her's. Belle's weapon of choice would be a Colt Python with a six inch barrel. Although she will take a knife for a quieter weapon rather than the gun| can I describe through rp? | Belle was living on her family's land of 1,000 acres while she did online college along with stock shows and other agricultural activities. When the outbreak first began she was away at a stock show in Fort Worth, TX and when she returned she found her family dead. She later on led a rag tag group of survivors but as she went through a rough psychological phase, she ended up killing them all herself. | Belle normally has a Glock 43 and a Colt Python somewhere on her person, as well as a hunting knife or at least something sharp | gυмвαℓℓ ωαттєяѕσи |
Lee Everett | Male | 14 | Lee is a Caucasian male, standing around 5'4" and quite thin. His face still hold a little bit of a child like innocence (maybe it's the dimples) and is slightly narrow. The first thing you notice about his face are Lee's eyes. They are icy blue, and seem to read what happens around him. His wavy blonde hair can cover some of his eyes when he doesn't find the time to cut his hair or ask someone to. If he ate more, Lee would look like the fighter type due to his broad shoulders, but he tends not to eat more than two meals a day. He normally wears a Letterman jacket that belonged to his older brother with skinny khaki colored jeans | Lee is never one to ever open up about anything, if you ask him about his past, he will change the subject or give a smart a** reply. He is often one to observe rather than speak, but if you are to actually get him to talk much, he could either try to 'Get away' again or stand by you. Lee is more likely to take a tactical approach to a situation before even thinking about jumping the gun. He hates being looked down upon for his age, getting his hair ruffled, or ignored. | N/A | Cousin is Belle Friesenhahn | gυмвαℓℓ ωαттєяѕσи|
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Solaine Deviant|Female|18|Solaine is definitely an eye-catcher. With bright hazel eyes, long, shiny black hair cascading down to her hips, and her white teeth contrasting brightly with her sun-browned skin, she is very attractive. But with high cheekbones, a an athletic build with a slight hourglass figure makes her look exotic. Her native American and French ancestry have given her naturally light toffee-colored skin which along with a tan forms the perfect shade, and a lithe, slim build that makes her light and fast. She wears a teal tank-top underneath a black leather jacket, and a pair of black skinny jeans along with grey sneakers and a fossilised sharks-tooth necklace.|Solaine is brutally honest and not afraid to get in trouble. If she does something wrong she'll own up to it, but only if her deed is discovered and someone asks her if it was her. But she lives in the present and deliberately forgets her past, so don't remind her of past mistakes or she'll either give you the finger and walk off or hit you with a heavy, blunt object. She's pretty resilient and stubborn, and can stand high levels of pain before she finally gives in. She won't hesitate to injure or kill anyone that threatens her, but that doesn't mean she enjoys killing because she actually doesn't like to, but she's hostile and wary of strangers, and her hard life has taught her that you can never be too careful. She's an expert in sarcasm, dry humor and always has an insult up her sleeve, and often seems cruel and harsh. She tends to have huge mood swings, one minute being quiet and friendly, the next threatening to bash your head in with her mallet. She has a kind of soft side, but it went into hiding when the walkers started to spread around, and her family was killed, so who knows who may bring it out again? Solaine is always prepared for anything, and afraid of almost nothing. Although she's uncaring and does crazy things sometimes, she's a loyal friend and wouldn't betray her friends for anything, even under the threat of death, so you can mess with her all you want, but don't mess with her friends or she will be after you. She can be a dangerous opponent or a valuable ally.
|She had a pretty average life and a loving family, her father never drank or gambled, her mother was gorgeous inside and out and both parents earning enough money for the family to live in luxury, well, enough luxury for them. But when the walkers were born, her whole life was turned upside down. Being naturally fierce and having learned a bit about survival, Solaine survived the masses, although her family did not.|Solaine is quite skilled with jumping, dodging and running, she can scale smooth walls, just because of the strength she has gathered in her legs which give her a higher leap than most, and has trained herself to have fast reactions.|Katzooooooop
Ferret Briar|Female|14|Ferret is small. There’s no doubt about that. She’s kind of skinny, with extremely long brown hair with blonde highlights that falls past her hips and she usually leaves out. Her eyes are usually pale, greyish blue with a brown ring around the iris, but seem to change color, but always keep their shade in the blue color chart.Her skin is lightly tanned and a small scar in the shape of a crescent sits on her collarbone, which is usually covered by her jacket, which is leather patterned with animal print on the outside and softer, fluffy fabric on the inside. Her jacket covers a black t-shirt with a lion lying in snow, surrounded by trees and snowflakes. Her pants consist of black and grey striped sweatpants and she wears black converses to top-off her casual outfit. Along with a silver chain with a round pendant with a moomin standing on it's head engraved in the center, the last thing her best friend ever gave her before the apocalypse. (Look up Moomintroll you will fall in love I promise)|Submission is key. Ferret will never back down from a fight or let an insult go, she teases people in a friendly way, but if she ever gets in an argument she will remain stubborn until her opponent gives in. She’s inclined to be sarcastic and snappy, but has a great sense of humour and knows exactly when to crack a joke. She has a pessimistic, negative side, but she always manages to make a joke out of it and laugh it off.Originally she was a bit of a nerd, so she’s quite intelligent. She enjoyed watching sci-fi movies and playing sci-fi games with her best friend, so they were ready for the alien apocalypse. Not so much walkers, but aliens? Definitely. |She had just started highschool when the walkers struck, and was already studying to be a veterinarian, so she knows a bit of first aid and can use it on humans, but it’s better for animals.|She is literally in love with her mallet, and I’m not talking one of those teeny-weeny ones you get in stores, I’m talking about a huge one that takes great arms strength to wield, but she’s managed it. She also carries a large butcher's knife and a pistol with an ammunition belt that she managed to nick from her dad’s gunlocker. She’s very attached to her pistol (It’s a Glock 43, if you wanted to know) as it reminds her of her dad, so steal her butcher's knife and mallet, sure, she’ll be ok, but stealing the pistol is a deathwish. As well as hurting or scaring her cat, Ember. Ember is a grey, orange and cream tortoiseshell she-cat with greenish yellow eyes, that comes to Ferret’s call and follows her everywhere. Take my advice; don’t touch the cat.|Katzooooooop
Jack Coleson|Male|19|Jack is tall, standing at 6’3”, with dark tanned skin and a tattoo of a lion surrounded by poison ivy, sitting on his upper right arm. Jack has a jawline that could cut diamonds and a small stubble on his chin that stretches along his jaw and stops at his hairline. He has black hair shaved in a rough crew-cut that is usually just a mess, unless he bothers to comb it. His face almost always wears a smirk. His dark blue eyes are to die for, and he has attracted many girls, but he’s always either used them to get what he wants or ignored them entirely until they gave up. Wearing a grey hoodie, and black shirt, a pair of blue jeans and black boots adds to his 'strangely attractive apocalypse survivor' look.|Jack isn’t arrogant, as his facial expression suggests, but he is more quiet and reserved, only speaking up when need be. He has a tendency to back out of a conversation entirely or just stop listening altogether if he isn’t interested. He can be extremely flirtatious at times.|Just normal person with a dead family.|He uses a semi-automatic rifle which he raided from a store, and has two ammo-belts crossing over his chest. About five knives sit in his belt, three on the right side, two on the left.|Katzooooooop
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Welcome to Last Survivors.
This RP's a bit simpler than some others I've seen - there's not a lot you have to know. So don't be afraid to jump in! :]
Intro
The year is 2017, and the dead walk the earth. 2 months since the initial outbreak, and now they've taken over everything. Our homes, our streets, our cities, our world. They've taken our whole lives, and there's nothing left. Nothing left.
Nothing.
Except for us.
We are the survivors. We are the lucky ones. The ones who, for one reason or another, have chosen to stay on this rock instead of letting it swallow us whole. Not all of us will make it. Hell, if we're being honest, I don't think any of us will. So many people gave up after the scientists declared it an 'extinction level event'. They think it's the end. I'm a fool for going against that, but I have to be.
This can't be the end.
This won't be the end, not for us. Not for everyone. They think I'm gonna let some dead idiots push me around. This isn't their world, it's ours. And we're gonna take it back from them, one house, one street, one living person at a time.
Rules:
- Follow the forum rules. Keep it PG-13. I know it's an apocalypse RP, but we don't wanna get this place deleted. Remember you can use some of the milder swear words. "Damn", "Hell", and "Idiot" are ok now, the F word is not. If you're not sure you can look it up or ask me, I remember most of them. Substitutions are ok too, if your character has a real sailor's mouth on them. Just don't make it too obvious and don't try to bypass the filter.
- LGBTQ+ characters welcome.
- This isn't intended to be a crossover RP, but you are allowed to base some/all of your character's traits off a fictional character if you want. If you do this, make them human(if necessary) take off any superpowers, and rename them. Also they should be loose adaptations of said character so you can fill them in with some original traits as the plot goes on.
- This is a semi-literate RP. I won't bite you for grammar/spelling errors, we all make them, but please don't use excessive shorthand. I wanna be able to read your writing without my eyeballs burning out. ;-)
- Zombies can be referred to as any number of things, but act as if the characters don't already know what a zombie is from media. Zombie apocalypse shows/books don't exist in this world, so have them refer to them as roamers, walkers, biters, etc., but not zombies.
- Read all the rules, obviously. I'm not gonna have a code word, but if you break the rules I will call you out on it.
- RP style can be just about whatever you want it to be. Long, novel-worthy RP posts are fun to read, feel free to write them if you want, but it's definitely not a requirement. Do try to keep your RP posts over a single sentence though, whenever possible.
- Keep the RP true to the genre. No OP equipment. There's not gonna be a whole group of survivors fully outfitted with body armor and flamethrowers. It's just not gonna happen, as cool as that would look. Plus, setting zombies on fire is a really bad idea.
- Don't give your character so many skills that they're unstoppable. It's no fun if they're never in any real danger and never make mistakes.
- Some characters will come off a little unoriginal at first, which is understandable since they haven't had any real development. Don't be scared to start simple and branch out as you grow your character through the roleplay.
- No mary-sues or gary-sues. All characters have flaws, don't be shy with assigning some.
- Dyed hair and other temporary physical attributes are fine, but remember, this is an apocalypse. It's not realistic to have a blonde character who is able to keep herself consistently a flaming redhead as the story progresses. Instead, you could make her complain about her blonde roots, and be constantly on the lookout for stray boxes of dye.
- Don't start giant plots that require big changes/the cooperation of a lot of other members' characters without organizing it with everyone else first. This doesn't include plots that don't HAVE to involve other characters. For example - you don't have to ask before making your character attracted to another member's character, but it is up to the other member whether or not their character feels the same way/wants to pursue the relationship. This goes for regular friendships, too. Work together, but be spontaneous. :-) Also, although you should always ask permission before killing off/seriously injuring another member's character, you are welcome to do either of those things to your own characters at any time.
- Like my replies so I remember to come back, however sometimes I lose muse and may poof away for a day or two if I'm busy. Feel free to RP with others if this does happen.
- I try not to delete people for inactivity, but if you're gone for more than a week without explanation I will move the RP along without your character.
- Have fun!
Basic RP structure:
The RP starts in an abandoned big box store(like Target, Walmart, etc) that my character Sawyer boarded up for herself. Approaching the store, breaking in, etc. should be the first line of RP for your character.
Zombies, other humans, food, water, and supplies are the main challenges in this world. Most plots will revolve around one of these.
Don't worry too much about asking permission before starting relationships with other characters - whether or not anything develops out of an initial encounter will depend on the compatibility of the two characters and their RPers' willingness to go along with it. It should be spontaneous and organic.
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Sawyer Hale|Female|22|She's got wavy, dirty-blonde colored hair that she usually keeps in a messy ponytail or loose with a side part. Clothes are usually a tight-fitting T-shirt with normal or maybe ripped jeans. She's got one pair of tough brown leather boots, and a worn denim jacket that she'd only part with if she was dead. Maybe not even then.|Sawyer is a social butterfly, and a cowgirl at heart. At only 22, she's scrambling to adapt to the new world. She's an adrenaline junkie who has always been up for dangerous, extreme-type jobs. Having helped out on her parents' farm a lot from an early age, she's not very squeamish. She's somewhat hesitant to lead and though she likes to call the shots, she's not too good at getting people to follow her.|Grew up on a farm, went to college, worked as a bartender until the apocalypse hit. Her parents and friends are either dead or missing.|She's got a mild Southern accent.|<Raintalon>|
Ryker Lane|Male|27|Tall, dark-haired man who is good looking, yet somewhat intimidating on first glance. He's got almost nothing on him - he only carries a canteen for water and a long saw blade axe as a weapon. He keeps his clothes simple, usually wearing sturdy hiking boots, jeans, a polo or T-shirt, and a green-brown field jacket. He also wears a chain necklace with three military dog tags attached to it.|Ryker is a naturally soft-hearted man, hardened by the apocalypse and his pre-apocalyptic life. He's suspicious of people and is pretty strongly an introvert, but will step in to help if he can. He's not good at working in a team and tends to go against the grain of established leadership, sometimes upsetting group hierarchy. He's quite socially awkward and can come across as a bit weird.|Mostly unknown history, was in the military at some point|He's got a dog with him, a Belgian Malinois with a supply-loaded service dog vest.|
Benjamin Halroy|Male|25|He stands at 6'0, lightly on the short side of average. He's got slightly grown-out dark brown hair that he keeps combed if he can, and light, penetrating blue eyes. He's often cold, so he usually wears several layers of clothing. A thin, simple shirt, maybe a simple button-up over that, and then a simple hoodie or hooded jacket. If he's not cold, he'll just wear the undershirt/button-up shirt combo. His lined, dark-shadowed eyes lead one to believe he's a bit older than he actually is. The only thing that betrays him as new to the apocalypse is his many injuries and bleeding hands that are a result of his body's hasty attempts to adapt to the harsh new world.|Prematurely hardened by the apocalypse, Ben comes across as cold and defensive. He won't hesitate to defend himself and is distrustful in the extreme. Tough as nails, he never hesitates or acts afraid of whatever problems the world's presented him with. He's hypervigilant, paranoid, and skilled, and has adapted to the apocalypse in a shockingly short time, perhaps at the expense of his mental health and stability.|Will be revealed through RP||<Raintalon>|
Archibald "Colt" Beckett|Male||Colt is tall, about 6'3, with a muscular build that he couldn't have acquired in the 2 months since the apocalypse broke out. He's got light, ice-blue eyes and dirty blonde hair that he keeps longer on the top than the sides. He has a denim jacket that he usually wears over sturdy button-up shirts.|Calculating, hot-tempered, and devastatingly intelligent, Colt is a force to be reckoned with in the post-apocalyptic world. He's naturally extroverted and prefers to seek out groups rather than surviving on his own. He has a gift for strategy, and considers himself nearly unbeatable at chess and other, similar games.|TBD|He hates his given first name and insists on being called by his chosen name - Colt.|<Raintalon>|Faceclaim(optional) |
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Seth Jarrett|Male|32|At 5'9", Seth is a fairly average height and has a scrawny build, with a surprising lack of muscle mass for a survivor. Of course, he would still be considered strong in a normal society, but in the apocalypse his build is reminiscent of a fourteen-year-old boy. He has light blue eyes with some brown near the centers, and very dark brown hair that nearly always looks windswept, partly due to the uneven edges that give away the fact that he cuts his own hair now. The roots are a sandy blonde colour, betraying the fact that his "dark and mysterious" profile is partly his own idea. He wears soft textured black shirts that he keeps tucked into his black jeans, an old purple belt, and a black leather jacket that adds to the strangely un-scarred air his appearance casts. In addition, he has a sewn-in place on his jeans where he keeps a gun, and he has a pocket knife in his pocket and a scar on his jaw.|Seth acts significantly younger than he is, more like a rebellious teenager with the benefit of experience than anything else. He has a reckless streak that often gets him into trouble, causing him to rashly make decisions that seem very stupid. At the same time, he has a gift for sliding out of tough spots, which is the main reason he's still alive, even though he's conspicuously lacking in friends. One side of his personality that could seem to contradict the others is that he's actually something of a wuss, being much better at thinking about a thing than actually doing it. He has a kind of addiction to rule-breaking, even without any purpose, and is the kind of person who shop-lifts regularly just because he knows he can. He has a hard time thinking about the needs of others, and even if it bothers him when his greed and/or stupidity gets someone else hurt he's good at faking carelessness. His general motto is to keep smiling, because it's either that or locking yourself in a room and never being able to come out.|His history is shady, a fact not helped by his tendency to lie, but it's doubtful that there isn't some bloody patches along the way. Some of the things he knows how to do, in theory anyway-lock picking, fighting techniques, rudimentary hacking, etc-make it hard to trust him.|®Hawkpath®|
Reese Torres|Female|19|Short, with a relatively compact build, Reese has medium dark skin and black curly hair that she keeps tied back and out of her face. Her eyes are a dark, chocolate brown that would be pretty if they were brighter, something hunger has robbed her of. Freckles dot her cheeks, thicker on the left side near her nose. She is fairly strong, and usually wears a band T-shirt, elderly pale jeans, and whatever she can find in the way of a jacket. She also has black tennis shoes, and ammunition but no gun.|Reese is a true jack-of-all-trades, with the ability to do okay at a lot of things but at the same time almost always worse at them than the next person. She is naturally friendly, but suspicious, with a pessimistic attitude that could annoy some. She has the tendency to be very blunt, saying exactly what's on her mind with a lack of manners but an honest tone, and likes to have a small group of very close friends that she would die for. Intensely loyal, she strongly dislikes anyone messing with anyone that's a part of that group, and has a sort of "greater good" mentality that makes it possible for her to do things others can't, like shooting a friend. She considers it her duty to do these things instead of the others, as if by darkening herself she's sacrificing her own soul for the purity of theirs.|She enrolled in the police academy at 18, mostly to escape family issues but also because she liked the idea of protecting civilians. Her average results tended to annoy her, and she had pretty much sold her entire life to the program by the time the apocalypse hit, leaving her lost and confused, without purpose. That was a dark time for her, and for a while she didn't even want to survive, only being able to keep the will to live because of the adrenaline of the moment, plus the added training her academy days had given her.|®Hawkpath®|
Opal Chernova|Female|25| Very, very slightly on the tall side of average, Opal has the awkward build of a person who was slightly out of shape a short time ago, and suddenly lost a lot of weight. Her eyes are a clear blue reminiscent of the ocean, and her light-ish brown hair is cut unevenly to around her chin, although it's quite wavy and sticks out at interesting angles. She wears long sleeved plaid shirts and typically sweatpants, unless she's being formal for some reason, in which case she borrows something from one of her friends. In addition to this outfit, she has a baby sling she wears so that she can carry Hades around with her. She has a small, detailed paw print tattooed behind her right ear.|Opal is quite awkward socially, and tended to be quiet at parties and other events. Before the apocalypse she was a professional gamer, and always felt better somehow if she was playing someone else, even if she was playing with someone in the same room as her and consequently could see her. She likes to play and 'waste time' far more than do anything too serious, and has an almost phobia of reality in general, the game you don't get to save. Opal is quite high-energy, however, and has an extremely bright one-track mind once you get her hooked, with a natural talent and interest for physics and chemistry despite her low grades. She has a bit of a sweet tooth, and absolutely adores carbonated drinks, despite the sugar and caffeine tending to make her act rather manic at times.|She has a large cinnamon male ferret, Hades, who is completely evil and is allowed loose in her apartment.|®Hawkpath®|
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Rowan Black|Female|26|Rowan is a relatively average height female, standing at about 5'8. Her figure shows small signs of mal-nutrition and dehidration. Her skin itself shows obvious signs of a deep tan that has since grown dull and smeared with dirt. She has long copper colored hair she likes to try to keep in a neat french braid and her intelligent bright green eyes pop out on her shallow face. Rowan's outfit consists of a nice pair of flexible jeggings and a loose white (now dusty brown) wool shirt that's tucked into her pants. On her feet she has a pair of brown leather North face ankle boots. Letting almost any observant person know that when the apocalypse began she must've been on some outing in town and ever since she clearly hasn't been able to change her foot wear. On cold days or nights, she has a black carhartt that she wears for warmth. Around her waist she has a brown leather belt with a holster that holds her ruger pistol. She's also got a large butcher knife that happened to be in arms reach when the chaos started.|Rowan is a very snappy, serious person who always views situation's with a grim disposition. She tends to be a bit rash, but if you've got a stupid idea, she has no problem bluntly voicing her opinion about it. Rowan herself isn't rude, she's just blunt beyond her own realization. She is, however, extremely stubborn and refuses to let the 'Infects' touch her. This is one reason she is unusually clean for being in an apocaypse. She refuses to smell like death and body odor. She's going to shower and keep clean no matter how many Infects try to attack her while she's cleaning. They don't own her. Rowan is very voiced and opinionated so no one ever has to worry, if you insult her, she'll let you know.|Rowan, before the apocalypse, was actually a waitress. Her father was a police officer, thus the reason she is very handy with a gun. With blades she'll just slash and stab until it's not moving. Rowan was indeed out in town when the chaos began. She has no idea where her family is or what's happened to them, she only hopes they are still living.|Rowan is a un-naturally talented shot, she almost never misses with a gun in her hand. If she could get her hands on a rifle she would be a bit more comfortable, but pistols are easier to carry. She loves animals, but hasn't managed to get one for herself. Straight, she is american, but to occupy herself, she talks in a British accent. It's just an odd quirk or hers.|DimeStorePoet|
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Lacey Raggard | Female | 21 | Of a slightly below average height and muscular build, Lacey stands at 5 feet 4 inches. Her hair, usually covered by a weathered black baseball cap with no logo, is regrowing from recently having been shaved off completely, and is of a plain brown color. Her skin is slightly tanned from years of outside activity, and her eyes are a hardened hazel Her nose is small, and button-like, and her pink lips are full and thick. Usually, Lacey can be seen wearing boyish, loose cargo pants tucked into military combat boots and a dark T-shirt or tank top. She is of European descent. | Hot-tempered, angry, and sarcastic, Lacey is used to travelling alone, and is quick to disclose her solitary nature to acquaintences. Luckily for her, she has always been active, and depends little upon technology. Although young, she is skilled in the art of survival, and consequently is exceedingly independent. Even since the apocalypse has decimated all remnants of her perfect, schedule-oriented life, Lacey continues to set a routine for herself. She is a bit of a health nut. Fearless, and even a little reckless, Lacey faces danger head on. Typically, she has a selfish mentality, and on the rare occasion that she becomes involved with a group, will sacrifice others with little to no remorse, to keep herself safe if given the choice. | Lacey grew up in the suburbs. Her family, consisting of a mother, father, and little brother, was exceptionally happy and trouble-free for the majority of Lacey's life. She was a model student throughout school. At the start of her senior year of high school, however, her younger brother Andrew was diagnosed with leukemia at the age of nine. As their relationship was exceptionally strong, the illness affected her almost as much as her brother. The diagnosis marked a significant change in her outlook on life. Lacey began shaving her head to support her younger brother, and dropped out of every sport and club she was involved in. After a year and a half, Andrew lost his battle with cancer, and Lacey began to isolate herself. Her parents' marriage fell apart, and her father left town with no notice or explanation. Her mother subsequently made an attempt on her own life, and although it failed, the overdose landed her in a coma. With nowhere to go and nothing to live for, Lacey signed up for the military, and was waiting on her first deployment before the apocalypse hit. Since the end of the world, she's spent her time scavenging, and living as healthily as possible. | Lacey is exceptionally skilled with melee weapons and carries a bowie knife. | Qtip
Charlie Amerson | Male | 26 | At first glance, Charlie seems like a boring, average guy. He stands at an average height of 6'0", is of a relatively average build, with average hazel eyes and shaggy, rusty red hair. Charlie's cream-colored face is anything but clean-shaven, bearing a full, scruffy, ginger beard, which he keeps trimmed up when he can. He has a very confident air about him, and walks with the posture of a born leader. Charlie wears a pair of relatively tight black jeans, and though unseen under his thick denim jacket, which is covered in various patches, a black, long-sleeved shirt, and a bulletproof vest at (mostly) all times. His footwear consists of dirty, brown steel-toed boots. Charlie's facial expression remains serious at all times, though his smile is more than a little charismatic. When necessary, he uses that to his advantage, along with his overly-manipulative tongue. | Charlie is often able to win the trust of even the most wary of survivors, and he uses this to his advantage on a frequent basis. He's very flirtatious, sometimes even without meaning to be, and can easily make new friends. His intentions, however, are typically not all that admirable. Charlie has a complex for leadership, and will take harsh measures to be the alpha in any group. Subsequently, he doesn't listen well to orders, and often develops a strong sense of resentment towards authority figures. If granted the position of alpha, however, Charlie is an amazing leader, and tends to find a way to satisfy most, if not all, of his group's members. | After his father abandoned the two of them when Charlie was a young boy, he and his mother lived together for most of his life. Although she cared adequately for him, she would often bring strange men into their home. Most would stick around for a few weeks or months, ordering Charlie and his mother around, and then leave. He developed a resentment for authority figures, especially males, as a result, and found in himself a desire to lead as a young teenager. Although bitter, Charlie used his anger as motivation, and graduated high school at the top of his class. He left his home town to join the police academy in New York City in hopes of eventually becoming a homicide detective, and served his city faithfully for a number of years before the apocalypse broke out. He presumes that his mother is dead, and has, for the last few months, simply been attempting to survive. | Charlie carries a hunting rifle as his weapon. | Qtip
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Sasha Drey|Female|22| Sasha is a beautiful young woman, who appears to be in her late teens or early 20's with white skin, sparkling blue-green eyes, and a buxom figure. Her most distinctive feature is her long beautiful crimson hair that reaches down to her thighs, with a single hair strand sticking out from the top. Her hair also has loose bangs covering her forehead and side bangs framing her face. |irst and for most Sasha is a very prideful person. Not only for her Russian culture but also for her skills in survival. She has a flaring temper that was her key to surviving. However, she never attacks a person unless they attack her first. Once she knows she is safe and can trust people, she's a sweet and caring person with a soft spot for animals and children. |Sasha is a Russian visitor to (Where ever we are America?) and never left because of the outbreak. She quickly learned what she had to do to survive mostly because she was trained by her parents to live in the wild and hunt with different types of weapons. Her life before is something she does not talk about|Sasha has a thick Russian Accent for the most part, but it's the alluring kind of accent, not the hard, rough one. She also is pansexual and loves using the crossbow and traditional bow. They are silent and deadly.|deathlover|
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Belle Friesenhahn | Female | 18 | Belle Friesenhahn is a caucasian female who is around 5'6" in height (about average). She weighs in at about around 120 pounds due to the scarcity of food since the outbreak of the apocalypse. Her ribs show through some clothing but not all. Her hair is dark brown and tied off in a braid or ponytail most of the time as she likes to keep it out of the way. Belle has a very straight figure, so not many curves. Her face is heart shaped and her eyes are a deep brown. She wears a red plaid long sleeve shirt with skinny jeans and your typical cowboy boots. She never goes anywhere without her hat, as it belonged to her father and is a prized possession of her's. Belle's weapon of choice would be a Colt Python with a six inch barrel. Although she will take a knife for a quieter weapon rather than the gun| can I describe through rp? | Belle was living on her family's land of 1,000 acres while she did online college along with stock shows and other agricultural activities. When the outbreak first began she was away at a stock show in Fort Worth, TX and when she returned she found her family dead. She later on led a rag tag group of survivors but as she went through a rough psychological phase, she ended up killing them all herself. | Belle normally has a Glock 43 and a Colt Python somewhere on her person, as well as a hunting knife or at least something sharp | gυмвαℓℓ ωαттєяѕσи |
Lee Everett | Male | 14 | Lee is a Caucasian male, standing around 5'4" and quite thin. His face still hold a little bit of a child like innocence (maybe it's the dimples) and is slightly narrow. The first thing you notice about his face are Lee's eyes. They are icy blue, and seem to read what happens around him. His wavy blonde hair can cover some of his eyes when he doesn't find the time to cut his hair or ask someone to. If he ate more, Lee would look like the fighter type due to his broad shoulders, but he tends not to eat more than two meals a day. He normally wears a Letterman jacket that belonged to his older brother with skinny khaki colored jeans | Lee is never one to ever open up about anything, if you ask him about his past, he will change the subject or give a smart a** reply. He is often one to observe rather than speak, but if you are to actually get him to talk much, he could either try to 'Get away' again or stand by you. Lee is more likely to take a tactical approach to a situation before even thinking about jumping the gun. He hates being looked down upon for his age, getting his hair ruffled, or ignored. | N/A | Cousin is Belle Friesenhahn | gυмвαℓℓ ωαттєяѕσи|
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Solaine Deviant|Female|18|Solaine is definitely an eye-catcher. With bright hazel eyes, long, shiny black hair cascading down to her hips, and her white teeth contrasting brightly with her sun-browned skin, she is very attractive. But with high cheekbones, a an athletic build with a slight hourglass figure makes her look exotic. Her native American and French ancestry have given her naturally light toffee-colored skin which along with a tan forms the perfect shade, and a lithe, slim build that makes her light and fast. She wears a teal tank-top underneath a black leather jacket, and a pair of black skinny jeans along with grey sneakers and a fossilised sharks-tooth necklace.|Solaine is brutally honest and not afraid to get in trouble. If she does something wrong she'll own up to it, but only if her deed is discovered and someone asks her if it was her. But she lives in the present and deliberately forgets her past, so don't remind her of past mistakes or she'll either give you the finger and walk off or hit you with a heavy, blunt object. She's pretty resilient and stubborn, and can stand high levels of pain before she finally gives in. She won't hesitate to injure or kill anyone that threatens her, but that doesn't mean she enjoys killing because she actually doesn't like to, but she's hostile and wary of strangers, and her hard life has taught her that you can never be too careful. She's an expert in sarcasm, dry humor and always has an insult up her sleeve, and often seems cruel and harsh. She tends to have huge mood swings, one minute being quiet and friendly, the next threatening to bash your head in with her mallet. She has a kind of soft side, but it went into hiding when the walkers started to spread around, and her family was killed, so who knows who may bring it out again? Solaine is always prepared for anything, and afraid of almost nothing. Although she's uncaring and does crazy things sometimes, she's a loyal friend and wouldn't betray her friends for anything, even under the threat of death, so you can mess with her all you want, but don't mess with her friends or she will be after you. She can be a dangerous opponent or a valuable ally.
|She had a pretty average life and a loving family, her father never drank or gambled, her mother was gorgeous inside and out and both parents earning enough money for the family to live in luxury, well, enough luxury for them. But when the walkers were born, her whole life was turned upside down. Being naturally fierce and having learned a bit about survival, Solaine survived the masses, although her family did not.|Solaine is quite skilled with jumping, dodging and running, she can scale smooth walls, just because of the strength she has gathered in her legs which give her a higher leap than most, and has trained herself to have fast reactions.|Katzooooooop
Ferret Briar|Female|14|Ferret is small. There’s no doubt about that. She’s kind of skinny, with extremely long brown hair with blonde highlights that falls past her hips and she usually leaves out. Her eyes are usually pale, greyish blue with a brown ring around the iris, but seem to change color, but always keep their shade in the blue color chart.Her skin is lightly tanned and a small scar in the shape of a crescent sits on her collarbone, which is usually covered by her jacket, which is leather patterned with animal print on the outside and softer, fluffy fabric on the inside. Her jacket covers a black t-shirt with a lion lying in snow, surrounded by trees and snowflakes. Her pants consist of black and grey striped sweatpants and she wears black converses to top-off her casual outfit. Along with a silver chain with a round pendant with a moomin standing on it's head engraved in the center, the last thing her best friend ever gave her before the apocalypse. (Look up Moomintroll you will fall in love I promise)|Submission is key. Ferret will never back down from a fight or let an insult go, she teases people in a friendly way, but if she ever gets in an argument she will remain stubborn until her opponent gives in. She’s inclined to be sarcastic and snappy, but has a great sense of humour and knows exactly when to crack a joke. She has a pessimistic, negative side, but she always manages to make a joke out of it and laugh it off.Originally she was a bit of a nerd, so she’s quite intelligent. She enjoyed watching sci-fi movies and playing sci-fi games with her best friend, so they were ready for the alien apocalypse. Not so much walkers, but aliens? Definitely. |She had just started highschool when the walkers struck, and was already studying to be a veterinarian, so she knows a bit of first aid and can use it on humans, but it’s better for animals.|She is literally in love with her mallet, and I’m not talking one of those teeny-weeny ones you get in stores, I’m talking about a huge one that takes great arms strength to wield, but she’s managed it. She also carries a large butcher's knife and a pistol with an ammunition belt that she managed to nick from her dad’s gunlocker. She’s very attached to her pistol (It’s a Glock 43, if you wanted to know) as it reminds her of her dad, so steal her butcher's knife and mallet, sure, she’ll be ok, but stealing the pistol is a deathwish. As well as hurting or scaring her cat, Ember. Ember is a grey, orange and cream tortoiseshell she-cat with greenish yellow eyes, that comes to Ferret’s call and follows her everywhere. Take my advice; don’t touch the cat.|Katzooooooop
Jack Coleson|Male|19|Jack is tall, standing at 6’3”, with dark tanned skin and a tattoo of a lion surrounded by poison ivy, sitting on his upper right arm. Jack has a jawline that could cut diamonds and a small stubble on his chin that stretches along his jaw and stops at his hairline. He has black hair shaved in a rough crew-cut that is usually just a mess, unless he bothers to comb it. His face almost always wears a smirk. His dark blue eyes are to die for, and he has attracted many girls, but he’s always either used them to get what he wants or ignored them entirely until they gave up. Wearing a grey hoodie, and black shirt, a pair of blue jeans and black boots adds to his 'strangely attractive apocalypse survivor' look.|Jack isn’t arrogant, as his facial expression suggests, but he is more quiet and reserved, only speaking up when need be. He has a tendency to back out of a conversation entirely or just stop listening altogether if he isn’t interested. He can be extremely flirtatious at times.|Just normal person with a dead family.|He uses a semi-automatic rifle which he raided from a store, and has two ammo-belts crossing over his chest. About five knives sit in his belt, three on the right side, two on the left.|Katzooooooop
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