It took everyone by surprise. No one had any idea how it had happened, and before we knew it, every city in North America had been infected, and that was just the first week after first infection. The United States military did their job, and did it well for a while, but by the second week any hope of military help was a pipe dream. Two weeks is all it took to tear down the monumental civilization we had built as a collective race. Two weeks. By the time all of this happened, everyone had settled into either roving bands, small communites, or they had opted to try and survive by themselves, trying their own special way to protect themselves from the things many called 'Walkers' or 'Lurkers'. Mindless, undead beasts, shells of their previous human lives, pursuing survivors with a relentless determination only matched by their penchant for showing up where you would least expect it. If you got bit, or scratched by them, you would turn into one of them after a small period of time. That's all everyone knew for now. But, despite there dangers, Walkers were not the biggest problem befalling humanity. Bandits and thiefs were an even bigger problem, something that almost every person would have to deal with eventually. The only real hope of surviving for a longer time than everyone else, would be to band into a small tight knit group, and hope to wait out the storm.

You are a survivor who has made his way to a town called Enid, in the heartlands of Oklahoma. A small community, of about 40 people, has sprung up, using a small gated residential area as their fort. The walls, and single gate, had both been reinforced with pieces of wood, along with barbwire in order to stop any Walkers that might enter. You may of arrived for safety, you may of arrived to find people they wouldn't kill you, and you may of arrived to simply steal as much as you can before getting out. You approach the gates of the community, and after a moment, were let in by armed guards, who seemed just as worn and tired as you. People walked the streets and conversed with one another, and interacted with everyone. People ranged from old, to young, from white to black, all kinds were here, showing a wide range of diversity for such a small community. Due to the small size of the community so far, every person had their own house for lodging for now, located down the many streets of the gated community.



Rules:
1: No autohitting/killing, godmodding, powerplay, that sort of general roleplay thing. Not everybody gets along, but please have respect for your fellow roleplayers.
2: Actions have consequences. I will not outright kill characters, no dumb deaths here, but I do believe in having a little danger.
3: Please contact me if you are going to disappear for an extended period of time. I don't penalize for inactivity but I do like to know if I need to continue without you.
4. Player freedom is my #1 priority above all else. You can do whatever you like. There are no rails to this story, but I'd appreciate if things were kept to a certain degree of realism.

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Recommended Bio format:

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Appearance:

Weapons(Nothing too farfetched):

Personality:

Short History:

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Member List:
Ispep / Derek Gantz / Page 1
STATUS: Alive, in Last Hearth

Clockykiller / Max Aiston / Page 1
STATUS: Alive, in Last Hearth

User / Dr. Charles Richardson / Page 1
STATUS: Alive, in Last Hearth

smarty0114 / John Wallace / Page 1
STATUS: Alive, in Last Hearth

GoyaVive / Hugo Truman / Page1
STATUS: Alive, in Last Hearth

Savo / Sven Pike / Page 2
STATUS: Alive, in Last Hearth

Epsir / George F. Walsh / Page 2
STATUS: Alive, in Last Hearth

DrowsyPangolin / Vincent Cross / Page 2
STATUS: Alive, in Last Hearth

Name: Derek Gantz

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Weapons: Derek's primary weapon is one of his own creation, based on a weapon from a game he used to play though with a few design tweaks. It is comprised of a foot and a half long ironwood handle, a circular saw blade, a small yet high-powered motor, hooked up to a motorcycle handbreak at the handle which acts as the switch for the motor, and some steel for reinforcements.


His secondary weapon is a makeshift sawed-off shotgun with one barrel, which needs to be reloaded after every use and often backfires, causing the gun to break into pieces and require reassembly. More often than not, he uses makeshift ammunition for this weapon, such as rock salt or coin shot.

Personality: Derek has an ISTP type personality, along with Antisocial Personality Disorder. Due to these two traits, he is usually seen as a loner, and can act coldly or even cruelly towards people around him, though he will still aid his comrades, if only because they may be of use to him later. Because of his overconfidence, he often acts recklessly and comes off as cocky, though he very rarely lets down his guard, even around those considered to be his friends. In a fight, he starts calm, but his composure may begin to deteriorate as he loses himself in the heat of combat. Despite his cold demeanor, Derek can be quite the romantic, with both the ladies and the men.

History: Derek was a big gamer before the shit hit the fan, even though he certainly doesn't look it. Aside from this, he was also viewed as a bit of a "Nutcase" by those around him, as he was preparing clothing and equipment for the coming apocalypse. Now that the apocalypse has come, he's the one laughing at the others for not being as proactive as him.

Name: Max Aiston

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Appearance: long dark brown hair with light brown tips, golden-Brown eyes, usually wears a tan hoodie with dark green hood and dark green stripes on sleeves, gray jeans ,a mouth guard, and dark green steampunk goggles.

Weapon: a hatchet

Personality: fierce when fighting, kind of quiet, but thoughtful

Short history: Max lived with her parents, but when she was 15 her parents got infected by the walking dead. So she went into a revenge like mode and wanted to fight and save Her parents somehow even though deep in her mind she knew it wouldn't happen. After the next 2 years she's been fighting off the dead. She hoped one day she could find a group and help her fight off the zombies and cure the infection somehow.

Name: Dr Charles Richardson

Age: 38

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Weapons(Nothing too farfetched): M1 Grand, Bayonet Knife, M9,

Personality: a mean harsh man of very few words, calm, solitary, drinker, dark, creepy, "insane", over powering, intelligent, stubborn, aragont, gambler.

Short History: a man of multiple personality's he was never know as a nice guy, he was often seen during childhood ripping wings off live flys and the legs off spiders. the full suit is seen as a sign of his wealth and a way of him saying he is better than the rest of you. parents died at a young age in mysterious circumstances, he was interviewed and showed signs of smiling at the funeral, he was taken down to a physic unit for tests on insanity. we dont know the verdict as yet again the doctor died in mysterious curamstances. he was spat out from all this into a world where rules are bent and peaple change for better or worse.

@Clockykiller, accepted, but one problem. The infection has only be going for about two weeks at the current time, not two years.

@User, Accepted!

@Ispep, I'm liking the look of it so far! Nice creative weapon!

Sightles said
@Clockykiller, accepted, but one problem. The infection has only be going for about two weeks at the current time, not two years.@User, Accepted!@Ispep, I'm liking the look of it so far! Nice creative weapon!

Ok my bad

Yeah, I usually don't disappoint. More is on the way, and I just put the appearance up.

When will we start rp?

I'm going to wait for 5 accepted bios before we start. As soon as Ispep is finished, that'll be 3 bios. Once we have 5 bios, I'll make the intro post in IC, and then the RP will officially start.

Ok x3

How peculiar, a roleplay that takes place in a town where I was born :P

Will get an app later today if I can.

Savo said
How peculiar, a roleplay that takes place in a town where I was born :PWill get an app later today if I can.

Wow, I'm actually quite surprised. I was born in Alva, Oklahoma, only an hour and a half drive from Enid!

Well, there's the basic sheet. I may add more, if I become so inclined and inspired.

I changed my profile pic like it? It's Clockwork he he ........your time is up >:3 JK

Ispep said
Well, there's the basic sheet. I may add more, if I become so inclined and inspired.

Awesome, accepted! I really like what you did with your character!

Like I said, I don't usually disappoint.

Name:John Wallace

Age:17

Gender:Male

Appearance:

Weapons(Nothing too farfetched):John's has made a rule of keeping two weapons with him at all times. This way he doesn't get encumbered but he always has something. He tends to always keep 1 melee weapon and a gun so that if he runs out of ammo he doesn't die. His current weapon is a shotgun along with a kitana he found in some dude's house.

Personality:John is a smart kid with a curiosity that could kill 1,000 cats. Before this all started he was carefree and fun, often making everyone laugh within five minutes of him entering a room. However, the dead people roaming the streets has turned him into a colder person, one who uses sarcasm as a weapon.

Short History:John lived in a small town, just north of Enid, with his mom. His mom was the the town mayor so they didn't spend a lot of time together. But they did when they could. John was forced to abandon his mother when the infection reached their town. He heard about Enid and made his way there, hoping that they'd be a safe haven like everyone said they were.

Let me know what you think:



Name: Hugo Truman

Age: 61

Gender: Male

Weapons: Hugo always carries around his hand-made spear.


Personality: Fatherly and talkative. Hugo is always ready to tell a story about his youth, or at least a "friend's" youth.

Short History:

A cadet thrown out for smoking pot on boot camp, a fisher who almost drowned, a mechanic who prefers walking to driving. Hugo's life has been a wide and varied one, and depending on how much he likes you he'll tell you a different version of it. For the last few years he was a janitor in a preschool. The pay wasn't great, but that didn't matter because he didn't need much money. He liked having kids around but never was able to have any of his own. And it probably was because he never settled down, although in a couple of occasions he considered it. But now that didn't matter. Summer had started. His work year had ended. And apparently, the rest of the world had too.

@Smarty0114, accepted!

Sightles said
Wow, I'm actually quite surprised. I was born in Alva, Oklahoma, only an hour and a half drive from Enid!

Kind of wished I still live there, its pretty nice there... Other than the fact that some of my classmates were racist, that I could do without.

Well, I'll be making an app soon, should be pretty easy since I'm going to do a what-if scenario for myself.