Th{o}se who lived died, those who died became the undead.

[emptychronicles]

"It’s the end of the world.

It’s exactly what you thought it would be. Those who lived died, those who died became the undead. They were the perfect monsters. They had no brains, no humanity. They felt no hunger, but they killed. That was all they did. They never starved to death. They just liked the feel of munching on a human’s arm. Charming. Everyone is dead—except us, of course. We’re alive. We plan to stay that way.

Welcome to Jade’s Convoy, where we pick up the living and roll over the undead. Living on wheels is hard. We have to constantly find fuel, food, water, all the essentials to keep us going. We have a large, custom-made SUV that’s plated with armor and ballistics, courtesy of our resident braniac, Lucian. Don’t hide away from him. He’s made of cotton candy deep down. (Hey!) What? It’s true, isn’t it, Lucy?

Okay, so, of course, the SUV isn’t the only thing we have. This is a convoy, after all. We also have a Nissan Xterra 4wd, driven by Lucian himself, and an Earthroamer XV-LT, stolen from some dead rich people, but of course. Feel free to add your car to the convoy! We won’t bite… but the zombies do! Now, don’t tell me I’m lying, because I’m not.

Now, our goals? Easy. Survive. Hard. Yes. Cruisin’ ain’t easy in a land of man-eaters. We have to stop at every shop, every station we see for fuel, food, water, all them essentials humans need to survive. You think it’s cakewalk? Of course not! You think the stores are still well-stocked? Yeah, right. This is reality! Most shelves have been wiped clean by wannabe survivors that are probably already dead or undead. You’re lucky if you find a stocked shelf, even moreso when you find a stocked store, but both are extremely rare. Truth be told, guns and ammo are a much easier find. Just mug the nearest corpse and voila! No time for manners. This is life and death.

So, you think you can survive this apocalypse? If yes, then radio us our location, or stop our convoy if you see us. We accept anyone and everyone, just as long as you aren’t some lame-*ss prick that decides to take over the convoy. Not cool. Now what? You coming in or not?"

...In Short...
Basically, it’s the zombie apocalypse, and you just found yourself in the path of the famous Convoy that has been broadcasting their location all over the radiowaves. They’re your last hope of survival, really. Not a lot of people are still alive… nor dead. Most are just walking the streets, ready to sink their teeth into you. Fancy being a zombie’s breakfast? No, I didn’t think so.


*Rules*
*All website rules apply*
*No perfect characters, powerplaying, metagaming, or similar unwanted stuff*
*This is semi-literate, of course. That means a minimum of four sentences per post. I understand low muse posts, but I’m sure you can pull it off*
*No killing other characters without their permission. Besides, if you kill someone, you’d probably get kicked out of the Convoy… unless you kill a zombie. Killing the enemies are always fine*
*Keep it realistic. No fully-stocked mini-marts that you can rob to your delight. They’re all probably robbed clean. There will be untouched grocery stores later in the RP*
*No OoC fights. No flaming. No whining*
*Cussing is allowed in-character*
*No 'Meet Me's on your form*
*I will add more when I remember them*
*You can either be immune or vulnerable. Immunes are unaffected by the virus, even when bitten. Vulnerables are affected by the virus when bitten.*


-Rules of the Convoy-
-Okay, so first of all, no violent infighting. I understand a little brawl, but absolutely no killing or seriously injuring a convoymate. Doing so will get you both kicked out of the Convoy-
-No leaving other people behind. We save what we can as much as possible-
-No gluttony. We’re all starving here! Taking more than your share will result in being the Convoy prisoner… that means you get to ride with Lucy, who’s about the meanest guy you’ll ever meet—sort of. Breaking this rule five times will get you kicked out of the Convoy-
-Pets are allowed, but make sure they are house—er, convoy trained. I don’t want them dirtying up the cars-
-Please do not wander off without permission. We will search for you, of course, but that will mean risking everybody else’s lives-
-Treachery and/or betrayal will result in death at our hands-
-Share what you find. Do not be selfish-
-Try not to get bitten. We have been able to fight off the infection before, but we cannot guarantee anything-
-Vulnerable or immune, you are allowed to join the convoy-
-I will add more rules that I see fit-


{ The Form}

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Who are you?
How old are you?
Orientation?

Describe how you look with your own words. I’m serious about this question.
Now, tell me who you really are. Your personality.
Got any strengths?
Weaknesses?
Any weird personality quirks?

What’s your favorite music and/or band? We like to play music as we roll.
Likes?
Dislikes?
Got someone you have your eye on?
Anything else you’d like to say?


||-->> Jade and Lucian <<--||



Who are you?
"I'm Jadelyn Katherina Tarver, Jade for short."
How old are you?
"I'm nineteen years old."
Orientation?
"I'm straight as an arrow, straight but not narrow, subject to change when I see fit. Okay. Fine. I'm bisexual. You happy?"

Describe how you look with your own words. I’m serious about this question.
"I have long and wavy raven-black hair with different-colored streaks. My skin is quite pale for someone who's been struggling to survive, and I have my fair share of scars here and there. My eyes are blue-green, framed by lush lashes and eyeliner. Yep. I keep my stock. 5'7" in height. My body build is all-curves, busty and very feminine. Full, medium, full, if you catch my drift. I have a thing for black clothes. Makes me look cool. Anywho. I'm not all monochrome. I have a few reds, blues, greens, and violets."
Now, tell me who you really are. Your personality.
"I have a pretty macabre way of thinking, actually. I'm a morbid person, both masochistic and sadistic. I have an opinionated view on life, and I'm known for being outspoken about it. I'm not afraid to defend my views from anyone, so there's that. I'm compassionate, sure, but never take advantage of my pity unless you want out. I hate being treated like dirt, or like a kid. I can stand up on my own, but I prefer having companions on a trip. I can be snarky and rude, but only to people that I hate. I'm kind to the people that I like. My anger-issues are legendary, I have a very short temper, and my mood swings are something to watch out for. Trust me, you'll know when I'm pissed, sad, or happy."
Got any strengths?
"I drive the SUV, and I've been practicing since I was a kid, so I'm talented at that. I love my katana. It's gotten me out of some really tough spots. I also have a talent at traveling on uneven ground."
Weaknesses?
"I hate traveling on flat surfaces when I'm on foot. Makes me feel like a sitting target. I hate heavy weapons. I can carry them, sure, but I can't handle them well. Spears, too. Don't even."
Any weird personality quirks?
"I have slight OCD. I hate stains on my clothes. As I've said, I have a macabre outlook on life. Blood isn't new to me."

What’s your favorite music and/or band? We like to play music as we roll.
"Nine Inch Nails, Evanescence, Paramore, Ed Sheeran, and My Chemical Romance. I'm betting a lot of money that they're all goners now. Then again, I don't have money, as it is no longer necessary in this world."
Likes?
"Music. Guns. Killing zombies. My convoy. Certain people. Lucian. My pets. My katana. Dark clouds. Seeing zombies suffer. Thunder. Lightning. Books. Seeing a tornado."
Dislikes?
"Cockroaches. Heavy weapons. Spears. Zombies that just won't die. Zombies. Certain people. Lucian. Un-housetrained animals. Ants. The bright, hot sun. Superstorms. Being in the path of a tornado. Traitors. Summer."
Got someone you have your eye on?
"Nobody at the moment."
Anything else you’d like to say?
"I drive the SUV. I have a Desert Eagle and a Steyr Aug. I'm looking to expand my collection. And to find more ammo. My Steyr Aug is low, but my Desert Eagle has several spare mags. I'm vulnerable to the virus. I've been bitten before, but thankfully I survived."

***


Who are you?
"Lucian Jeremy Tarver."
How old are you?
"I'm twenty-five years old."
Orientation?
"Straight."

Describe how you look with your own words. I’m serious about this question.
"My hair is light, straight, shaggy and sandy-colored, contrasting my sister's raven and wavy locks. Then again, she dyed her hair black. It was originally brown, like mine, but wavy. My skin is fair, not too tan but not as pale as my sister's. My body is lean and well-muscled, and I stand a good 6'0". I have a couple of scars here and there, the most noticeable is the inch-long one beneath my right eye, which, by the way, are hazel in color."
Now, tell me who you really are. Your personality.
"I usually keep to myself, very unlike my younger sister's personality. I don't speak out what I think. I'm opinionated but I usually shut myself up. The thought of sharing what I think doesn't really appeal to me. I come out as anti-social, and in ways it's true. I don't really talk to others very much, only when needed, or when things get too awkward. I like acting like everybody's big brother. I'm genuinely caring and compassionate. I think before I act, but sometimes I think too much that it annoys even me."
Got any strengths?
"I'm good at hand-to-hand combat, handy with long-range weapons too. I prefer battle on even ground, thank you very much."
Weaknesses?
"I cannot battle on uneven ground, unlike my sister, who seems to adore the thought of jumping and balancing and falling and stuff. I am easily distracted. I sometimes think too long and end up putting myself in danger. I also have anger issues."
Any weird personality quirks?
"Apart from being slightly anti-social? Hmm. I'm bipolar, like our dad, who I killed myself when he turned."

What’s your favorite music and/or band? We like to play music as we roll.
"Nine Inch Nails and My Chemical Romance."
Likes?
"Music. Traveling. Running over zombies. Raiding stores."
Dislikes?
"People who just won't shut up when I need my peace of mind. People calling me 'Lucy'. My anger issues."
Got someone you have your eye on?
"Nope. None yet."
Anything else you’d like to say?
"I'm immune to the virus. That means I can get bitten and not turn into the undead. However, if a whole hoard eats me, then I'm dead. I won't turn. I'll just be dead. I have an Uzi, a .45, and an AK47. The Uzi is running low on ammo. Gotta find some soon."



IC Here.

[OiHarkin]

Who are you?
"Dr. Anthony Michael Curwen. M.D."

How old are you?
"Thirty one. I feel about sixty with everything that's been going on."

Orientation
"Are you coming on to me? Bit personal, but fine, I like men. Not that this should be an issue with the undead holocaust currently ongoing."

Describe how you look in your own words
"Hair of flaxen gold, rugged good looks... Oh, fine. Less poetic, more clinical. Caucasian male, early thirties, strong cardiovascular response indicative of regular intensive exercise. Hair color: blonde. Eyes: brown. Distinguishing features, scars or tattoos: None. I've filled out enough patient admission forms to basically do my own from memory, and I'm not sure whether that's impressive or just sad."

Tell me who you are, your personality
"Are you sure you're not coming on to me? Okay, fine. I'm pretty used to being the smartest person in the room - since leaving med school and going to work primarily in prisons, it tends to be true. I try to crack jokes fairly often to lighten the mood in tense and dark situations. It's a survival instinct from dealing with life-or-death situations basically every day and that's pretty much the only thing about my old life that's survived the zombie apocalypse. I do have quite a strong caring instinct, like most medical professionals, and end up being the... I don't know 'funny gay uncle' of the groups I end up in. But I like to think there's steel in me. You don't survive long working in prisons without it."

Got any strengths?
"I think 'qualified medical practitioner' qualifies in a situation like this. I can handle myself okay in a fight, I know which end of the gun goes bang, but my main selling points to the group would be the fact that I'm smart and the guy with the stitches."

Weaknesses?
"Insomnia, I suppose. I've always been a light sleeper and even a little caffeine after noon leaves me awake the whole night. With the threat of shambling corpses ever-looming, I don't often get much shut-eye and most days I'm not really at my best."

Any weird personality quirks
"I'm not at all squeamish or disgusted by stuff like blood and guts. But I do prefer to keep my clothes clean and presentable. I like to think that one day this will all be over, that we'll be able to rebuild civilization, and I'd rather we don't descend into unwashed, scruffy savages before that point."

Favorite Music?
"Green Day - pre-American Idiot thank you very much - Bowie and Queen."

Likes?
"I collect little pre-apocalypse trinkets - just baubles, nothing big that would weight the convoy down. Toy cars, jewelery, trashy paperbacks. Stuff that reminds us that the world used to be a place we lived in. I love the earplugs that keep that MCR crap out of my ears. I also like keeping myself presentable - and badgering the others to - and trying to keep us civilized in these rough times."

Dislikes?
"Jade and Lucian's music. Nothing against them personally, but when they start blasting Helena for the eighteenth time in six hours I begin to worry that humanity deserved eradication... I'm also not a fan of bandits and raiders, the people who enjoy this mess we're in a bit too much, like they've just been waiting for something like this to happen so they could turn savage and start being dicks to their fellow man. It's the end of the world, it shouldn't be fulfilling your fantasies..."

Got someone you have your eye on
"Right now, I'm more concerned with keeping the convoy alive thanks."

Anything else you'd like to add?
"I've managed to salvage together a makeshift clinic out of the medical supplies we've been able to get thus far. It's not great and it doesn't cover all our needs, but I can patch up most of our boo-boos okay. I do have a sturdy old Beretta, with a couple of spare mags still since I'm not prone to using it. Also, I've actually never been bitten yet so I have no idea if I'm immune or not. And I don't particularly want to find out thank you.."

[emptychronicles]

Welcome, welcome. Accepted, but of course. That is a very interesting character you have there. C:
Would your character be interested in driving the Earthroamer, or would you just ride with Lucian or Jade?

[Sir Beowulf]

I am rather interested, I shalt create a fine 'pocalypse version of Karl Shanks, Badass Cowboy, Cowboy Badass.

[emptychronicles]

I am deeply grateful of your interest, Sir Beowulf, and I look forward to seeing your application form. -bows-

[Sir Beowulf]

(Instead of the beanie, Karl wears a fancy desperado cowboy hat.)

Who are you?
"Th' name is Karl Shanks."
How old are you?
"Twentee-four."
Orientation?
"Really? Ah'm straight as a ruler."


Describe how you look with your own words. I’m serious about this question.
"Well, ah'd say ah look pretty good, no braggin' or anythin'. Ah've got a fan-cee goatee ah really should shave. Ah'm fairly muscled, ah worked on a farm fer a while 'fore all this zombie shit. Ah've got dark red eyes and pitch-black iris's. Other than that, ain't much else t' say 'bout me. Ah've got a bit of a farmer's tan as well, workin' in the sun, y'see. But nowadays looks don't really matter much when yer' lookin' for goodies and dodgin' zeds all along the way."
Now, tell me who you really are. Your personality.
"Muh personality? Rough and rowdy, thas' the way ah like it. You come some crazy dare-devil shit, y' call on me, that's muh specialty. Ah don't give much a damn about risks, ah get it done. Y' could say ah'm rude and impatient, but ah make up for it as being a good ol' joker. Tends to relieve the stress of bein' in a zed 'pocalypse. Ah tend not t' reveal muh true emotions, they tend t' get in the way when you're fightin' fer yer life."
Got any strengths?
"Ah'm a great fighter. Send me in any sit-choo-ashun and ah'll beat it. Thas' sorta my goal to beat every challenge put on muh plate. Ah'm fairly skilled will guns, boom head shot."
Weaknesses?
"Ah take plenty o' risks, see? Ah don't give a damn if it'll cost me, Lady Luck tends to shine muh way. People also tend t' think ah'm stupid, cuz' of muh accent and where ah grew up. They're true, ah ain't good at any math or doctoring."
Any weird personality quirks?
"'splosions. Yup. Lots've 'em. Ah love 'em."


What’s your favorite music and/or band? We like to play music as we roll.
"Country, muh friend."
Likes?
"Ah like girls who c'n take charge and ah can fight with, not sissy pansies who sit back and let th' men fight. Ah also like playin' some good ol' football, though, ah ain't had much time t' play, seein' as there's zombies crawling around th' world."
Dislikes?
"Gays. Thas' right ah said it. It's immoral and ah don't like it. Yuh can't tell me what we was born with. Guys have the dicks, girls have the holes. Ah also don't like electronics very much. They tend t' just be confusin' and shit."
Got someone you have your eye on?
"Jade's kinda cute, buh ah wouldn't see gettin' into a whole kaboodle with 'er. She seems t' have a preference t' girls, y'know?"
Anything else you’d like to say?
"A'nope. Well, ah'd be what y' could call the groups 'Resident Badass'."

That's all she wrote. Not literally of course, Karl's a guy. Y'know what I mean. Metaphors.

[Metronome]

Question: How long has the zombie virus been going from the start of this RP?

[emptychronicles]

Welcome to the convoy, Sir Beowulf. Your CS is very amusing. I almost fell off of my chair. I tend to do that a lot. Cx

- - - Updated - - -

The zombie virus has been out and about for about one year and one month. It took four of it to affect the whole world. C:

[Metronome]

Perfect >:3 These are a couple of copy pastas. Anything I need to add?

Name: Orren Lafrie
Age: 22
Gender: Male

Personality: He's kind of an asshole until you get past his outer shell. And even then, he remains distanced and disconnected. He's afraid to get too close to people, because he's grown too used to everyone he knows being taken away from him. He's got a bad habit of using his temper to push people away, and to convince himself and others that he gives fucks about no one. But underneath the charade, there's a softer side to him. This is shown most clearly by the devotion he puts into taking care of Dylan. Beneath his shouting and bitching, he's as good of a friend a guy could have.

Clothing/Gear: Orren currently wears an old, tatters leather jacket, a grey shirt, and black jeans. He was never really one for colorful clothing, not that he ever had the option. He wears a pair of tennis shoes that he's had since the beginning of the breakout.

Weapons: He usually uses an old farming scythe he found also found in that barn they stayed in for a little while. Orren secretly loves the irony of it. He also carries a handgun, but as learned to only use it when absolutely necessary.

Inventory: Orren carries a beat up rucksack that has canned food they managed to scavenge, one half used roll of gauze, a jar of God knows how old moonshine that he found in the barn (used strictly to clean wounds), a small pocket knife that's more of a tool than a weapon, and a little ham radio that hasn't worked since he found it.

Other: His use of profanity is like a colorful art, a woven tapestry of slurs and an swears that could cover the whole continent.

Appearance: Orren's a bit of a shorty, only standing at 5'5". He has black hair that contrasts with his pale complexion. His eyes are grey-blue. Orren's build could be described as willowy; he was never very muscular. Even after months of fighting zombies, he still lacks any noticeable muscle build. As far as facial expressions go, Orren only has one: pissed off. The guy never smiles.

History:
Orren grew up in a broken home with parents that clearly hated each other. They were always poor and always tense. A guy could almost feel the tension inside of the house. Finally, when Orren was 10, his parents got divorce. His mother got first custody of him, only to lose him months later for child abuse charges. Orren was then packed up and sent to live with his dad.

Orren's dad wasn't a bad man. He did everything he could to make sure Orren had what he needed. However, after years of failure with his job and with life in general, he became something of an alcoholic. Orren tended to end up taking care of him instead of the other way around. However, Orren loved him all the same. When the first of the zombies came and invaded their house, Orren's dad was passed out on the couch as usual. Orren tried desperately to wake him up, but there was no hope. He was forced to leave him father, his home, and everything he ever knew.

Not long after going on the road, all by himself with hardly any supplies, he was attacked by a bat wielding maniac. As it turned out, that maniac would later become his best friend.





Name: Dylan House
Age: 23
Gender: Male

Personality: Dylan has always been a tad bit eccentric. At first glance, he's a friendly, goofy, fun loving guy. But those who know him more personally know much better. Dylan has a tendency to have episodes of complete, abysmal psychosis. He becomes violent, dangerous, sometimes even murderous. He used to take medication for his condition, but since the end of the world began, he's run out. The only thing that has been able to stop his maniac bouts is his best friend, Orren. Something about Orren, shouty as he is, has managed to keep Dylan under control. He only really lets lose on walkers anymore, having a little bit more fun than he should. Orren figures it's a good form of therapy.

Clothing/Gear: Dylan wears a purple coat, a grey shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of beat up purple converse. It's easy to tell that purple is his favorite color.

Weapons: Dylan's weapon of choice is a trusty, metal baseball bat. In fact, he refuses to even carry a gun.

Inventory: Dylan also carries a backpack, but with less important shit in it. His has spare clothes and a couple blankets and towels in it.

Other: Dylan, like Orren, has a foul mouth. However, his cursing isn't typically used with the intent to insult like Orren's is.

Appearance: Dylan is tall and lanky, standing at 6'3". However, he has grown a bit more muscular since the breakout. He has shaggy, dark brown hair that Orren is always on his case about. He has an olive complexion and chocolate brown eyes. Dylan's face usually bares some form of a smile, be it goofy and friendly, or completely psychotic.

History:
Dylan grew up in the lap of luxury. His parents owned House Coffee company and made more money every hour than most make in a month. However, as they say, money can't buy happiness. Dylan's parents were never around when he needed them. Instead, he was raised by house maids. Dylan's mental condition went unchecked for years until he finally lashed out and attacked a man. Luckily, Dylan's parents were wealthy enough to get him out of trouble.

Dylan was given medication to keep him under control, but his parents still couldn't give him the time of day. Eventually, he moved out and never looked back. Dylan found a job as a stock clerk for a grocery store. He never really gained any friends at his job because he had a tendency to make other, normal people nervous. He was happy to live in a piece of shit apartment and scrape by each month. When the virus broke out, he had no problem leaving his home and going on the road. One might think it was just a little too easy for him.

However, once he ran out of medication, things changed. Dylan was flung into a fit of maniac rage that lasted for several days. He didn't sleep, didn't stop to eat, he just rampaged. He killed survivors and walkers alike. It was in this state that he met Orren, covered in blood and brandishing his bat. However, Orren managed to talk him down and get him under control. Afterwards, Orren took Dylan under his wing, showing him the care and human compassion that he lacked throughout his life. They soon became the bestest friends ever.

[emptychronicles]

Ooh, a couple of foul-mouths to join the Caravan. This will be epic. C:< A chorus of curses.
I can see Jade having a crush on Orren. xD

Anywho.... Accepted! And thank you for joining. C: