The Walking Dead - When Hope Is Lost OOC

[AnnaBeth]

WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF THE WALKING DEAD!

My name is AnnaBeth. I'm the boss around here, and I am so excited you've stopped by my humble abode to check out this little gem. Here's what's happenin' here. This is a semi canon RP. That means, if there is a canon you want to play, whether it be in a canon situation or out of it, PM me. I allow them, for sure. I don't know how in depth we'll get with the canon characters, because it tends to be hard on their development to play them in a completely OC RP.

Either way, I'm your regional zombie guide. I'll be taking your characters and throwing them into situations that are scary, but survivable. In the world of the Walking Dead...no one is safe.

There's not much else to say. Just don't call me Anna. My name is AnnaBeth or A.B. Either is fine, but not just "Anna".

Have fun. Don't be too serious. I'm friendly, you're friendly; Let's tango.

Setting: Outside of Atlanta, Georgia
Time since the outbreak: 2 weeks

Atlanta is overrun. It belongs to the dead, now. The only safe thing to do is flee the city, and head for higher ground, with better coverage. The groups need time to get their weapons together. They need time to get their morale back. But they MUST stick together. In this new world, one person cannot survive on his/her own. Trying to do so is stupid, and will end badly.

Will you survive?

1. Follow the requirements of the Casual thread. The definition states that you should look for paragraphs, character development, and a little depth to your posts. If you aren't writing at least five good sentences, it makes your character look like a piece of dialogue on a screen. That's boring and will quickly get you on my bad side.

2. No Godmodding. Nothing is more annoying than reading a post, that has completely controlled your character for you. This also holds true for killing/hurting/hitting characters. You have to give the other person a chance to react to what you are doing to their character. It's not your place to do so. So, don't do it. I only warn once...

3. Tell us if you're going to disappear, or we will write you out. It's not too hard, before you leave for one reason or another, to drop me a couple of lines. Just tell me you are away, and we will figure something out. I reserve the right as GM, to write your character out of the story if he/she/it is slowing down the RP.

4. No cybering. This is a big one, that will get you kicked out of the RP and can possibly get you (and maybe the whole thread) banned from the site. The mods are pretty strict about it, and I ABSOLUTELY have no tolerance. Everyone on the site has a PM option on their page. Use it, if that's what you're into. Don't let things get graphic in my IC.

5. MY WORD IS THE GOSPEL.

6. Have fun and keep it in good taste. Don't take things too seriously. If you've been through the OOC of my other RP, you can see that none of us, NONE...OF...US...are ever too serious. We have fun with a RP that was never supposed to take off, but it did. Now, a year later, we are still going strong and have not changed a bit. Your character doesn't have to be a completely drab and depressing character, or they can be. It's none of my concern, as long as it's tasteful.

7. KEEP OOC TO ONE LINE WHILE POSTING IN IC! I am very peeved by this one. Don't spam the IC with what you have to say. This is a very active OOC...bring all of your parentheses conversation here, unless it's one (two at most) sentences.

8. All CS photos have to be human. The only reason I request this, is because most of us, especially the CO-GM and I, have a hard time imagining an anime character as a human. So, please make sure that your pic is IRL.

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance: (HUMAN PICTURES ONLY!)
Personality:
Clothing Description:
Inventory (what he/she's carrying in a pack):
Weapons:
History:
Theme Song (Optional, but fun):

Name: Alice Mayberry

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Personality: Alice was sweet and very refined before the apocalypse hit. She spent her days on her daddy's farm, helping him with crops and such, and learned quite a bit about living off the land, since their farm was almost an hour from anything. She knows how to hunt, fish, and how to track food for miles. Don't mistake her girly appearance. She's not what she seems.

Now, after having to kill several 'humans' with her trusty shotgun, she's a bit hardened, but not a mary-sue by any means. She still cries. She still breaks down and screams into pillows. Overall, she's just miserable. This world isn't made for someone like her, and she understands that...

Clothing description: She's wearing a thick denim jacket with a leather vest over it. Her hair is tied back in a long french braid that extends to her shoulderblades. She's wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, tucked inside of a pair of Justin Gypsy riding boots (pic below)



Inventory: She's carrying a simple buck knife and holster:


A Remington 870 Express Magnum 20 gauge shotgun:


Several cans of white and red beans, and three bottles of water. She wasn't prepared for this type of living, but has what she needs to get by.

History: Her history was pretty much explained in the Personality section lol

Name: Mayson Colt

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Personality: Quick and Cunning. Cocky, facetious, and withdrawn from most. It's hard to care for humans in a zombie apocalypse…all they are, are cows headed to slaughter.

Clothing Description:

• His hair is a shade of dark brown, and his eyes are green. Stunningly green, actually.
• He wears a necklace that has meaning to him, obviously, but he usually won't speak on the matter.
• He dresses in layers, wearing a wifebeater, under a button down, under a tight leather jacket.
• His jeans are filthy and the knees are ripped out, the right more than the left.
• He wears a pair of brown Dr. Marten work boots.

Inventory/Weapons:

• 1911 Colt .45 he found in a shop he looted on his way out of Macon, Georgia.
  
  
• A machete he also stole from the store.
  
  
• Some random instant food packets he stole from the store, and a few bottles of water.

History:

Mayson is from a small town in central Georgia, just on the northern side of Atlanta. When the outbreak started, he was working in a steel mill. He began getting calls from work, for him to come in and take over for people who were calling in deathly ill. However, none of the people ever became better, and one ended up changing…in the factory.

After chaos broke out, Mayson fled. He somehow made it out of the factory alive, after the 12 hour incubation period had turned some of his best friends into cannibals. He took two survivors with him. All three had plans to escape the United States (since this shit had been on the news for weeks) and make it over the ocean.

What they didn't know, is that America was the least of the problem. Every other continent, including Africa had been taken by the sickness. Now, the few survivors are the last of the human race. They are the last hope for existence in a world that was warned of apocalypse.

So, here he is…in Atlanta, Georgia, hoping for safety and salvation.

Name: Jack Emris

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Currently wearing a black t-shirt, black jeans with a leather belt and beige Timberland work boots.

Equipment:

Jacks own bow he had used in "medieval reinactment marksman competitions", the string was replaced with a nylon one over time for durability. Suprisingly sturdy.

Jacks own rig that he bought off the internet. It can hold his bow in place, as well as about 25 arrows snugly with a small pack on the side for an extra nylon string.

found on one of the dead bodies of a survivor. Its sharp and fits nicely in his boot.

an old shoulder pack that fits well alongside his quiver. It currently has 2 bottles of water, some toilet paper, extra nylon, a sterno can, zippo lighter, and a can of chef boyardee cheese ravioli.

Name: Tom Reynolds

Age: 57

Gender: Male

Appearance: Short, mildly overweight, stocky businessman with dyed black hair



Personality: The most notable traits that Tom displays immediately upon meeting him are his abrasiveness and cockiness. One could say that he's better when you get to know him, but no one really has had the chance or desire to do so. Nonetheless, he's filthy rich and extremely influential, so people tend to put up with him, or at least they used to, but none of that really matters anymore. Tom also has built up a high affinity for the finer things in life, even when being alive should be good enough. He can at times seem more concerned with restoring his old standard of living than seeing tomorrow or preparing for the future. If he could ration something to last a week, he'll probably eat it in a couple of good meals instead. Due to his previous status, Tom is used to bossing people around and getting his way. He isn't used to taking orders. He will become even more irritable and go through withdrawal symptoms if he doesn't drink, as he is an alcoholic. The only thing that truly makes him of use to anyone in the new world are his abilities as a hunter. He had a passion for hunting before the world went to hell.

Clothing Description: A tattered polo shirt, torn khakis, premium leather shoes, and a Rolex make up his apparel.

Inventory (what he/she's carrying in a pack): A $400 bottle of scotch with a glass, 24 Cuban cigars, a small box of matches, 8 "gourmet" just add water meals, 32 rounds of 5.56 caliber ammunition for his hunting rifle

Weapons: Hunting rifle, hunting knife

History: Tom came from a privileged life and made the most of it, quickly graduating from college with a degree in business administration. He inherited his father's oil company, Reynolds Petroleum, and quickly found himself living the high life with his new found wealth. He's been involved in many scandals, and if someone recognizes him it's probably for his involvement in various drilling accidents, personal scandals, and illicit business dealings. He lived a luxurious lifestyle right up until the plague, when he lost everything. He spent much of his fortune on promises of escape but to no avail. He eventually gave up his house to looters and took with him a few essentials to survive and protect himself.

Name:Theo

Age:28

Sex:Male

Appearance: - Minus the face tattoos

6', 215lbs. His dark brown mop is overdue for a cut. Evened beard.

Personality: Sociopath

BLUNT Theme Dethklok : Murdertrain a Comin'

• (mostly)Honest
• Puts his best interest before others.
• Doesn't sensor himself.

WITHDRAWN Theme Guns N' Roses : Out Ta Get Me

• His traveling lifestyle has left him with no close relationships.
• Isn't usually the one to initiate conversation.
• Suspicious of...everyone.
• Desensitized to death.

SPONTANEOUS Theme The Jimi Hendrix Experience : All Along The Watchtower

• First and foremost Theo trusts his own gut.
• Never planned where he traveled to; he simply jumped on any train that looked appealing.
• He isn't a thief by character unless it's a spur of the moment thing which lowers his chances of getting caught significantly.
• Can be dedicated to something but can be just as dedicated at abandoning it if walkers are around.

OTHER Theme Eagles of Death Metal : Chase the Devil

• Come on people stick to natural drugs.
• Sometimes thinks out loud rather than just thinking.
• Apple = iStuff = uSheep
• Only really wears shirts and shoes to avoid stepping on a piece of walker bone and become infected.

Clothing Description: Red bandana around neck. Paracord bracelet on left wrist. Newish A.D.I.D.A.S. Custom cut jean shorts worn on top of pajamas. This shirt underneath a

.

Inventory (what he/she's carrying in a pack): zippo. several packets of rollies(the red one). Keychain with a bottle opener and can opener(dead center). Halfway used deodorant stick. Toothbrush. three days worth of food. Sleeping bag. two aluminum water canteens. cast iron skillet.

Weapons:

If that isn't within reach the skillet doubles as a weapon.

History:
Theo was train hopping across America since his high school graduation. He left home with a few hundred dollars in his pocket, a backpack, and a sleeping bag. Theo had been surviving by relying on food stamps, flying signs for money, doing odd jobs, dine 'n' ditching, and scratch off lottery games.

Then the outbreak happened. Thankfully Theo's survival based lifestyle made it all that easier for him to leave an area that was no longer safe. Naturally he returned home earlier than his next planned date. The home was void of life. Things were strewn about to suggest a quick "grab stuff and let's go" scenario. An event in his hometown caused him to simply snap like Rick in season three.

Theo hasn't been the same since the death of his family. He eventually conquered his violent tendencies realizing one day he'd fight his way into being surrounded. However, these days the man is a bitter shadow of his former self.

Name: Kim Won Ji a.k.a. "One" for friends
Age: 19
Gender: Male

Appearance:

Personality:
His friends call him a knight in a shining armor and over the years that became a generic description for his personality. That is quite different to the contrary belief of his personality; he just happened to be quite a ladies man in one popular drama he got a role in and that description stuck with him since then. He is rather outgoing and usually finds it easy to make friends. He is an even funnier person to talk to when it comes down to one on one conversations. When he starts to talk, boy can he talk. He grew up always helping those in need and always tried to be as polite as he could. Politeness was something he aimed at for as long as he knew for himself. He has no fear in voicing his disapproval should something immoral be discussed as the next course of action for the group. He would rather find an alternative and take the risk that comes with it, then doing something that would mean using another person as a scapegoat. He doesn't quite use fancy words when describing himself, but his friends know that if someone is reliable, he's the One.

Clothing Description:
The ones in the photo (due to the zombies, the white shirt isn't as white anymore, of course) paired with simple jeans and high-top, black shoes.

Inventory:
- Headphones - a sentimental memory of the past times
- A pendant with a picture of a girl in it
- First aid kit
- A bottle of water
Weapons:
- A baseball bat
- A hunting knife attached to his belt

History:
There was not much drama in the 19 years of Kim's life. He was born in a fairly normal family and, excluding the teasing he got for being of an Asian descent, nothing bad really happened to him. He got quite well with most of the kids and teacher took quite a liking to him, being a good prospect for the future. He got into high school and started showing interested in music and acting, which earned him a place in the schools' drama club. He worked his way up through the school auditions to get few main roles, while producing some songs as a hobby when not in school. His charisma and look shined on the stage and thus he caught the eye of a mother of his best friend at the time, a local drama writer. She proposed him to his higher-ups, who, upon reviewing the footage of a school play, called him for a private audition. He passed and they offered him a spot on the, then yet-to-come, drama. The show became popular and with it, he became popular, his looks making him a face of the drama, even if he wasn't the lead character.

With the fame came new people and with new people came love. He met a girl with whom he fell in love ever since the day one. She was perfect for him. A quiet, yet smart girl. The type he was always attracted too. Then, things started going up the hill for him big time. One year passed and he found out that his girlfriend was a perfect muse for his music career and dedicating it to her, he recorded his first album. After she approved of it, he called a few names, making his way to an established, successful distributor. It was just a matter of time before his album hit the shelves, they were even in preparations to film a music video.

Then the outbreak came, out of nowhere. He watched the news from the safety of his home, worried about his girlfriend who was visiting her family in Atalanta. He wasn't stupid, if such an outbreak spread so fast, Atalanta would be one of the first places to fall. He wasn't deceived by the news that spoke of a safe area in Atalanta, far from it. One slip up and the whole place would crumble to ash. He tried contacting his parents, but they weren't picking up. He moved with Lily to their own place a while ago, to a completely different city. He had a choice on his hands, go for his family or go for her. He picked up his bag, stuffed the necessary supplies into it and went to Atalanta to find her.

Theme song: Rockeeter

Name: Captain (He doesn't tell anyone his real name)

Age:25

Gender:male

Appearance: Has black short hair and a goatee and is a muscular build.


Personality: A secretive person who is ready to fight back a hoard of zombies when necessary and always side with logical answer.

Clothing Description:Wears a balaclava, and riot gas mask.Also wears a black duster and steel tipped shoes.

Inventory (what he/she's carrying in a pack): 3 water bottles, 2 cans of backed beans, 5 cans of chicken and crossbow bolts.

Weapons: Captain sports a tomahawk with a axe hammer and crowbar end. A circle riot shield and two modified wrist mounted Chinese crossbows.

History:An ex riot squad leader from Britain, who is trying to find his place in the world now that its gone to hell. He first incounterd a zombie on the job and the crowd was quickly turned into zombies he and his squad almost died but managed to get into the riot van. He was then shipped of to the states to help deal with the zombie threat that was a while back.

Name: Alexander Williams

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Appearance: Shoulder-length black hair, usually tied back; dark blue eyes; a scar stretches down from his shoulder all the way to the back of his hand and covers his right cheek, a result of getting struck by lightning a few years ago; has a scar slanting diagonally over his left eye from the last fight he was in


(Just imagine this, but with the description I provided :P)

Personality: Alex tends to be quiet and distant. He'd rather be by himself, with his best friend, than with a group, unless it's necessary. If he's in a group, he'd do anything to protect it, even if it involves hurting another person.

Clothing Description: Usually wears t-shirts or sleeveless shirts, showing the scar on his right arm, not a testament to his strength, but a reminder never to go back to his previous ways. Other than that, he wears loose jeans and sneakers

Inventory (what he/she's carrying in a pack): Motion-rechargeable flashlight, canteen, dried food, and a grenade...in case he's backed into a corner

Weapons:

History: Growing up, Alexander was a trouble-maker: constantly harassing his teachers, picking fights, and the like (although, he never drank, did drugs, or smoked; he had a thing about that). The reason he always acted up was because of a childish jealousy he had toward his older brother. In Alex's eyes, everything his brother did was right while he made all of the mistakes. The fact that his mom died giving birth to him didn't help matters, either.

Once, when he was 19, he got into a fight with a man significantly more skilled than he was and practically got beaten into the ground. As he looked up into the sky, fighting to stay conscious, the man bent over into his field of vision, his nose within an inch of Alex's. As he looked into the man's eyes, he didn't see any anger or disgust. Instead, he saw pity. After a few seconds, the man said, "You can fight all you want, but remember what I just showed you: there will always be someone better and they may not be as merciful as I am." With that, the man stood up and left, leaving Alex on his back, staring up at the sky as he finally lost consciousness.

About a week later, he went back to where he fought the man, which was an empty lot on the very edge of the city limits. Feeling something hit his shoulder, he looked up and saw the dark clouds, heralding a storm. As he started trudging back home on the edge of the road, the downpour intensified, lightning flickering in the sky. Suddenly, he felt all the hairs on his body lift. A split second later, the world disappeared as a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and landed right on him. As he lay there, oblivious to the frantic passersby and the wailing sirens, he had an epiphany. He hasn't shared it with anyone, not even his closest friend, Ash, but somehow, it led him to change his ways.

Theme Song (Optional, but fun):

Name: Ashling "Ash" Cavanaugh

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Personality: Practically being Alex's polar opposite, she's always open to meeting new people. She also has a knack of being slightly abrasive, which usually manifests as her using slang from her Irish background. Although she doesn't like guns, Alex persuaded her to at least carry a pistol around with her.

Clothing Description: Wears t-shirts, jeans, and running shoes.

Inventory (what he/she's carrying in a pack): A couple pairs of spare clothing (shares necessities, such as food, with Alex)

Weapons:

History: Ash is an Irish immigrant from Dublin who arrived in the States shortly after graduating high school, wanting to attend school in America. She was the only child of a fairly well-to-do couple and was pretty much the model student and daughter. After arriving in America, she eventually made her way from New York to Georgia, where she started attending the University of Georgia shortly after her 20th birthday. A few weeks after school started, she met Alex, and the two became fast friends. During their friendship, they gradually grew closer, to the point where she started to want something more between the two. Those dreams were forgotten after the outbreak started.

Pretend he has a Sniper Rifle instead of a bow
Who are you?
Major Tobias Wallace
How old are you?
33
Orientation?
Straight. This isn't changing any time within the next few lifespans.

Describe how you look with your own words. I’m serious about this question.
I have short, cropped, brown hair. Though my skin is a little on the pale side, one can see that I've been outside working fairly recently. I am about 5'10" in height and weigh about 195lbs. I have glasses that make me appear to be a professor at first glance. I carry a heavy duty survival pack that contains all equipmant nessary for recon and silent combat and survival. My uniform covers my lightweight body armor and is very dusty from use.
Now, tell me who you really are. Your personality.
As a sniper, I am very calm most of the time. I am normally a very nice person to be around, but I don't give many second chances. I expect order and efficency from my people, so I expect no less than that from my friends and allies. I am always reliable, though my men's lives come first. If it comes to it, I would sacrifice myself if it would save the lives of many.
Got any strengths?
Won the National Championship in the Sharpshooter category 8 years in a row. Top-level recon leader and a 4-star Sniper. Has above average intelligence and a keen eye for seeing what may be vauable items.
Weaknesses?
Has very bad vision without Glasses. Not fond of swimming. Is not a professional at close quarters combat (Prefers to retreat to a safer range).
Any weird personality quirks?
Rather paranoid at times. Can be a bit suspisious. Not fond of "Leaving another man (Or woman) behind."

What’s your favorite music and/or band? We like to play music as we roll.
As a guy who grew up in Mississippi, Country and some Rock is prefered. Absolutly hates Rap.
Theme Song:
Carry on my Wayward Son
Likes?
Quiet; Cats; Books; His Men; Order; Working on his Sniper Rifle; Stealth; The quiet thunk as a bullet penetrates a Human[Zombie] Skull.....
Dislikes?
Disorder; Zombies; Dishonor; Liers; Rap; Large dogs; Unpreparedness; Empty Magizine; Meat
Got someone you have your eye on?
Only his wife, who is assumed to be alive as she works on the small battleship USS Andrew Jackson
Anything else you’d like to say?
When the apocalypse began, he had 15 men and women under his command. Over the past few weeks, it has dwindled down to only 3 men, 1 woman, and himself.

Spoiler

Their Vehicle

The back of the vehicle has a cover that can be lowered when the turrent isn't in use. It has a max speed of 75mph. The engine has been converted to use regular fuel and/or diesel. It was modified from a custom-designed D4Y-XLR Marine Carrier. The tires are made of solid rubber, so they will not need to be replaced often. It's turrent currently has an ammo supply of 3500 round or 3 minutes of continous fire. With a full tank of gas, the vehicle has a range of about 150 miles. There are 3 spare tires located under the truck's main body. There are various military grade weapons located in various compartments of the truck, but they are last resort and have limited ammo (I.E. A Rocket Launcher with just 2 Rockets)

Description of soldiers under Tobias's command:
1). Corporal John Sanders - Heavy Weapons specialist and the gunner for the Turrent. Carries a combat Shotgun with 30 round and a standard issue Pistol(Silencer) with 45 round. Has one Frag grenade.
2). Coporal Lisa Cormak - Communications expert. Carries two Standard issue pistols(Silencers) with 60 round between them.
3). Sergeant Michael Collins - Explosives expert. Carries 3lbs of plastic explosive. Has a combat rifle that can fire either semi-auto or full auto. Currently has 100 Rounds.
4). General Jared Smith - Although he outranks Tobias, he takes his command in the field from him. As intelligence officer, he knows all the codes required to get into most of the military bases along the East and South Coasts. He carries a Sniper Rifle and a standard issue Pistol(Silencer). 15 Sniper rounds and 33 Pistol round.

Tobias's weapons:
Tobias has a standard issue pistol(Silencer) with 20 rounds. He has a Combat knife and a Crobar for close quarters work. Inside his combat bag is a collasped Sniper Rifle with 100 rounds in 15 round magazines. The total weight of all this equipment is 36lbs. Tobias can carry a max of 50lbs of equipment if he has to.

[AnnaBeth]

Feel free to join at any time, guys.

[Metronome]

Ohai

[AnnaBeth]

Hopefully the rest will come over, too.

[Metronome]

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.

[Argetlam350]

Hey. Well if you'll accept canon characters from the show or comic, I've got to make Daryl. Always such an awesome character in the show. I'll also make an original character as well if you want.

Name: Daryl Dixon
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Personality: An asshole, but a loyal asshole. Though it takes a lot to make him respect someone and you need to earn his trust. He's often volatile in dangerous situations or when he feels threatened. Though he is a level headed guy most of the time. He keeps to himself, acting like a lonewolf mostly but he tries to also protect all those that are in the group.
Clothing/Gear: Well basically whats in the image below
Inventory: Besides his clothes and weapons he doesn't have much besides some food and assorted random items that are mostly for skining and cleaning animal kills.
Weapons: Horton Scout HD 125 (aka a type of crossbow), a knife, pistol
History: Daryl and Merle lived within the mountains of North Georgia, under the roof of their neglectful parents; their father being an alcoholic and their mother being both that and a chain-smoker. When they were both little, they lost their mother to a house fire that had been caused by her cigarette when she was asleep (or possibly drunk in bed). Merle raised Daryl to share his beliefs and be tough like a grown man. However, he too was often absent from Daryl's life; part of that had to do with the fact that he was frequently in juvenile institutions. This led to Daryl having to frequently fend for himself. When the apocalypse hit, him and his brother Merl made a break for it but eventually got seperated. By now Merl could be dead or alive, either way Daryl has lost some interest for his brother but it is a sore spot and one that he dos not enjoy talking about. (most of this comes from the show just to let people know.)
Appearance:
http://media.moddb.com/images/groups...king_Dead9.jpg
http://sphotos-b.xx.fbcdn.net/hphoto...40175793_n.jpg

I'll add more to personality tomorrow. Getting tired and it's late here.

[AnnaBeth]

I could handle someone playing Daryl. I would almost want a writing sample, though, just because he's obviously my favorite.

Making an OC is completely up to you, as this is a mixed RP.

[Argetlam350]

Well if ou want a writing sample I could give one. I get what you mean though, Daryl is my favorite character from the show as well. Sure he might be an ass sometimes but we all know he is a big softy. XD

[AnnaBeth]

As long as the mannerisms and accent are right, we should be good. I just can't picture Daryl the way some people write for him. They make him out to be too much of a yuppy, with no accent, and it's just...not right.

[Argetlam350]

No, I won't do that, Daryl wouldn't be the same without his accent. Then again I guess it's just do to people not use to typing in a way that means you have to have an accent would be my guess on why so many don't try to do it.