Fight The Dead, Fear the Living: A Walking Dead RP (OOC)

[Ambrose]

Gotcha, I edited the post with the gun and included specifics, let me know if that's acceptable.

[Spiritdragon]

I'm sorry Chanda, I'm usually better at posting than this. I'm in the middle of writing a research paper and its screwing me up. But I'm bound and determined to post tonight!

[Chanda]

Ambrose: Good. In the future, you don't really need to list any specifics until the gun is actually dropped as loot. It's sort of like an "item description" like in videogames.

TEAM SPIRIIIIIIT: Don't worry about it, gurlfran. I've been a bit behind lately as well.

EVERYONE: Skull and Stephanie have officially dropped. Haven't heard from Gray in FUCKING EONS, might kick him out soon.

With this in mind, I'm reopening auditions. The deadline for round two is next Thursday at midnight. Only a max of three will be taken.

[Spiritdragon]

Awesomesauce, fresh meat! I mean, new friends!

[RainTheifAustin]

If you're still taking Auditions I wil be posting a CS soon.

[RainTheifAustin]

Name:Russel Napier

Age:twenty-two

Gender:Male

Appearance:Tall, slender and slightly tanned. His hair is brown as are his eyes.[http://www.deviantart.com/moreliketh...6256#/d14uon4], he stands at Five foot, three inches and weighs about one hundred twenty pounds. He has no tattoos or birthmarks and he is neatly groomed in the ways of facial hair. He has no real blemishes and his hair is long, typically kept at shoulder length, but he tends to let it grow sometimes. He likes does not workout extensively, but he does keep himself fit and he likes to make sure he has plenty of stamina for scavenging runs.

Clothing/Gear:Some seemingly older styled gentlemen wear with a pair of reading glasses. He also has a small pouch that fits onto his belt that holds his tools. A shoulder satchel that would be used by mail couriers, but this particular one has no signs or marking indicating a postal service and it is made of leather. He also has a watch/compass combo bracelet. http://browse.deviantart.com/?q=Stea...tches#/d34rmi6, he carries two changes of clothes which are extremely similar, one being a black variant of main attire and the other being a duster coat version of his main attire.

Weapons: He wields a skinning/gutting knife made by Case that has a damascus blade and a stag handle. He also has a one-handed farming sickle.

Inventory: A can of beans, and a can of creamed corn, a three quart canteen, a harmonica, a small bag of pipe cleaners[seven], and a Case "Hobo"(This is the real name, not a degrade, or slander.) Pocket Knife.{A "Hobo" knife is pocket knife built with only three "blades" and is bult to be seperated into three utensils. It holds a spoon, a fork and a knife.} All Items are placed inside his satchel, the bigger things inside the main pouch, the smaller in the notepad pockets that line the front.

Personality:A quiet yet friendly soul who believes that survivng will take more then, "a bucket of bullets and several armed men." He helps all those he can, in good times or bad, and his nature is not due to kind parents or benevolent church going, it is for the exact opposite. He doesn't like to act as a leader, but more of an adviser, giving aid, instead of leading it. He never likes to start squabbles, but if he feels something is going in the wrong direction he will put in his word.

History: His years as a child were hard, he was born and only for the first three years of his life, raised in Genoa, West Virgnia. Shortly after his third birthday his parents were killed by a drunk driver and he was sent to an Orphanage due to the lack of close family. He eventually got himself thrown adopted, but then ran from the family when they attempted to lock him inside a basement for several weeks, he knew right away that these so called, "parents" were not good people and that he would not be staying with them. The family called the authorities and he was taken into a juevenile detention center and when he was released he was placed into the Foster care system. From that point on he began spending much time in foster homes learning how not to be towards people. His foster parents were usually the same type of people everywhere he went, either a couple of grumpy, evil, old people who wanted to use the foster care money to buy themselves what they wanted, or he was sent to farmhouses where a he would then be forced onto a tractor or into a barn to do work from dawn to dusk. The work wasn't all that harsh, but the living conditions usually were.

Once seventeen he obtained a job working as an apprentice in a gunsmith shop and worked himself black and blue trying to get the money for a place of his own. He eventually reached his goal and bought a small abandoned shack outside the city limits of Lincoln Nebraska. He lived there for years, hunting, fishing, gunsmithing. He kept a decent salary after opening his own gunsmith shop in Lincoln and used the funds to build himself a small farm, he grew a personal garden that held all kinds of vegetables. He was decently happy, but alone aswell. He had no one except his Boxer Samantha, who he just called Sam. He loved that dog and cared for it with everything he had, but was heartbroken when the breakout occured, his precious Sam was eaten on the streets when he was closing up shop, all he had on him was his personal rifle and a pocket full of shots. He tryed to save his dog, but a decent sizd swarm moved around the corner from an alley and started for him, he made his way to his Cabin, where he grabbed what he could and stayed held up for a few days. He was seemingly safe, until a the the undead residents of Lincoln started for the farmland to the west, and they eventually made it to his cabin, in a cunning attempt to escape he took all the meat he had stored in his game freezer and chucked it out his front door while tailing it to his atv and heading west. He ran out off gas just outside of York Nebraska. Fromt there he moved on foot following the road into Grand Park Nebraska and then past it. He is currently held up in a small office building for the Cottonwood Federal Waterfowl Production Area, just two and half miles outside Betrand Nebraska.

[Valtyr]

Name: Evelynne "Eve" North

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Appearance: Standing at five feet and eight inches she only weighs faintly over one hundred pounds; a slender figure she has maintained after years of cross country jogging in high school. Eve has long, dark brown hair with a delicate natural wave that seems to shimmer in contrast to her porcelain skin. She has light blue eyes, a gentle face and light pink lips that rarely smile. She is nicely figured for a woman though hardly well blessed in the chest region though by no means is she flat; her sides sporting a slight curve down to her hips. Long, strong legs from years of running. Tattoo of two flowers on her right side.

Clothing/Gear: Eve often wears snug jeans and a form fitting t-shirt to keep as mobile as possible; having stayed alive this long from her ability to flee and avoid danger rather than confront it. She has a police issue utility belt with thigh holster she scavenged off a dead police officer; a 9mm beretta handgun, zero bullets, three spare cartridges, handcuffs, a kbar knife sheathed along the small of her back, and a taser low on battery. She usually wears snowboarding goggles around her head like a headband, putting them over her eyes whenever she gets into a violent situation to avoid getting splatter in her eyes and being unable to see. She carries a small backpack on her back filled with medicines she has pilfered in run down towns, canned foods two pairs of changes of clothes, a few bandanas, rope, a few packs of cigarettes, three boxes of matches, a couple bottles of water and spare room for miscellaneous items she finds on the way. She also carries a wooden baseball bat; stained red mid way up and a few chips of wood missing.

Weapons:
-Empty 9mm Beretta
-Kbar military knife
-Wooden Baseball bat

Inventory:
-9mm Beretta
-Three empty 9mm cartridges
-Kbar Military Knife
-Police Issue Utility Belt
-Wooden Bat
-Medicine (Pain Killer x 7 pills, anti-biotics x 20 pills, adderol x 3 pills)
-Rope
-Cigarette's
-Matches
-Handcuffs
-Taser (30% battery)
-Goggles
-Canned food (Canned beef x 1 can, canned peaches x 2 cans, pumpkin pie filling x 1 can, tuna x 3 cans)
-Two bottles of water

Personality: WIP

History: WIP

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Had to sort of wrap it up, have to shower and head out but will finish later will be slightly elaborate hopefully lol

[robtheguru]

Name:Russel Napier

Age:twenty-two

Gender:Male

Appearance:Tall, slender and slightly tanned. His hair is brown as are his eyes.[http://www.deviantart.com/moreliketh...6256#/d14uon4]

Clothing/Gear:Some seemingly older styled gentlemen wear with a pair of reading glasses. He also has a small pouch that fits onto his belt that holds his tools. A shoulder satchel that would be used by mail couriers, but this particular one has no signs or marking indicating a postal service and it is made of leather. He also has a watch/compass combo bracelet. http://browse.deviantart.com/?q=Stea...tches#/d34rmi6, he carries two changes of clothes which are extremely similar, one being a black variant of main attire and the other being a duster coat version of his main attire.

Weapons:A 357. Magnum Smith&Wesson, Lever-Action rifle with a long barrel, extended tube, mahagony stock and a small 5x power scope with sturdy front sight combo. He also wields a skinning/gutting knife made by Case that has a damascus blade and a stag handle.

Inventory:Thirteen 357. Mag rounds[six loaded, seven spare] A can of beans, and a can of creamed corn, a three quart canteen, a harmonica, a small bag of pipe cleaners[seven], and a Case "Hobo"(This is the real name, not a degrade, or slander.) Pocket Knife.{A "Hobo" knife is pocket knife built with only three "blades" and is bult to be seperated into three utensils. It holds a spoon, a fork and a knife.}

Personality:A quiet yet friendly soul who believes that survivng will take more then, "a bucket of bullets and several armed men." He helps all those he can, in good times or bad, and his nature is not due to kind parents or benevolent church going, it is for the exact opposite. He doesn't like to act as a leader, but more of an adviser, giving aid, instead of leading it. He never likes to start squabbles, but if he feels something is going in the wrong direction he will put in his word.

History: His years as a child were hard, he was born and only for the first three years of his life, raised in Genoa, West Virgnia. Shortly after his third birthday his parents were killed by a drunk driver and he was sent to an Orphanage due to the lack of close family. He eventually got himself thrown adopted, but then ran from the family when they attempted to lock him inside a basement for several weeks, he knew right away that these so called, "parents" were not good people and that he would not be staying with them. The family called the authorities and he was taken into a juevenile detention center and when he was released he was placed into the Foster care system. From that point on he began spending much time in foster homes learning how not to be towards people. His foster parents were usually the same type of people everywhere he went, either a couple of grumpy, evil, old people who wanted to use the foster care money to buy themselves what they wanted, or he was sent to farmhouses where a he would then be forced onto a tractor or into a barn to do work from dawn to dusk. The work wasn't all that harsh, but the living conditions usually were.

Once seventeen he obtained a job working as an apprentice in a gunsmith shop and worked himself black and blue trying to get the money for a place of his own. He eventually reached his goal and bought a small abandoned shack outside the city limits of Lincoln Nebraska. He lived there for years, hunting, fishing, gunsmithing. He kept a decent salary after opening his own gunsmith shop in Lincoln and used the funds to build himself a small farm, he grew a personal garden that held all kinds of vegetables. He was decently happy, but alone aswell. He had no one except his Boxer Samantha, who he just called Sam. He loved that dog and cared for it with everything he had, but was heartbroken when the breakout occured, his precious Sam was eaten on the streets when he was closing up shop, all he had on him was his personal rifle and a pocket full of shots. He tryed to save his dog, but a decent sizd swarm moved around the corner from an alley and started for him, he made his way to his Cabin, where he grabbed what he could and stayed held up for a few days. He was seemingly safe, until a the the undead residents of Lincoln started for the farmland to the west, and they eventually made it to his cabin, in a cunning attempt to escape he took all the meat he had stored in his game freezer and chucked it out his front door while tailing it to his atv and heading west. He ran out off gas just outside of York Nebraska. Fromt there he moved on foot following the road into Grand Park Nebraska and then past it. He is currently held up in a small office building for the Cottonwood Federal Waterfowl Production Area, just two and half miles outside Betrand Nebraska.

I'm not a GM or anything but you do seem to have a few errors in regards to the creation rules. I mean you may have sorted something out with Chanda or just been in a rush but just incase it looks like you haven't read these:

-Appearance: (In at least one decent length paragraph, describe your character's physical appearance. Body build, eye color, hair color, skin color, tattoos, scars, birthmarks, facial features, etc. A picture is acceptable, but avoid anime/overly cartoony images and make sure to denote differences between the picture and your intended appearance in text.)

-Weapons: (No lethal ranged weapons [guns, bows] allowed at character creation, period. There's more leeway with melee weapons, but still keep it within reason; samurai swords aren't exactly something you scavenge from your local department store, after all. I also don't want to see people rolling out with ten knives strapped to your chest; we're aiming for at least a certain degree of realism here.)

I've underlined the points in particular that you'll probably end up having to change but obviously its up to Chanda lol.

[Stein]

Name: Evelynne "Eve" North

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Appearance: Standing at five feet and eight inches she only weighs faintly over one hundred pounds; a slender figure she has maintained after years of cross country jogging in high school. Eve has long, dark brown hair with a delicate natural wave that seems to shimmer in contrast to her porcelain skin. She has light blue eyes, a gentle face and light pink lips that rarely smile. She is nicely figured for a woman though hardly well blessed in the chest region though by no means is she flat; her sides sporting a slight curve down to her hips. Long, strong legs from years of running. Tattoo of two flowers on her right side.

Clothing/Gear: Eve often wears snug jeans and a form fitting t-shirt to keep as mobile as possible; having stayed alive this long from her ability to flee and avoid danger rather than confront it. She has a police issue utility belt with thigh holster she scavenged off a dead police officer; a 9mm beretta handgun, zero bullets, three spare cartridges, handcuffs, a kbar knife sheathed along the small of her back, and a taser low on battery. She usually wears snowboarding goggles around her head like a headband, putting them over her eyes whenever she gets into a violent situation to avoid getting splatter in her eyes and being unable to see. She carries a small backpack on her back filled with medicines she has pilfered in run down towns, canned foods two pairs of changes of clothes, a few bandanas, rope, a few packs of cigarettes, three boxes of matches, a couple bottles of water and spare room for miscellaneous items she finds on the way. She also carries a wooden baseball bat; stained red mid way up and a few chips of wood missing.

Weapons:
-Empty 9mm Beretta
-Kbar military knife
-Wooden Baseball bat

Inventory:
-9mm Beretta
-Three empty 9mm cartridges
-Kbar Military Knife
-Police Issue Utility Belt
-Wooden Bat
-Medicine (Pain Killer x 7 pills, anti-biotics x 20 pills, adderol x 3 pills)
-Rope
-Cigarette's
-Matches
-Handcuffs
-Taser (30% battery)
-Goggles
-Canned food (Canned beef x 1 can, canned peaches x 2 cans, pumpkin pie filling x 1 can, tuna x 3 cans)
-Two bottles of water

Personality: WIP

History: WIP

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Had to sort of wrap it up, have to shower and head out but will finish later will be slightly elaborate hopefully lol

What Rob said to Rain kind of applies to you as well.

I see that it's a work in progress, but just a heads up so you know.

[RainTheifAustin]

I apologize greatly I must have passed up the leathal long range weapon section and I am extremely sorry for the pic being slightly cartoony but the guy I had do it for me says that was the best he could do. I am not trying to look like a new rper here, im just in a hurry, ive got so much going on right now. Thank you for the help. I really hope to join this rp, in the four years of my rping I have yet to experience a good "Zombie" RP.