Character Sheet Skeletons :) Post your characters first onto the OOC until accepted please!

Hello one and all! As the title says I am creating a walking dead type story line. I will not allow any main characters so please don't ask. I will have my character sheets below everyone needs to fill out. I will accept you as soon as I see them. Here is my plot line below and a set of rules as well :)

Name: Ashely (Ashe) Stephens
Appearance:

Age: 23
Gender: Female
Where you from?: Dallas, Texas
Personality: She is a caring person. She does not care for killing the zombies but she does if she has to. She knows they are no longer human but that still doesn't make her feel sorry for the pain they had to go through to turn into the zombie form. She fears death but she knows she can't live forever.
Back Story: She is always been a tough girl. When she was 14 her step dad stared raping her and drugging her. She was not happy for a very long time until she finally went to the cops at the age of 17. Her step dad was sent to jail and than she thought she was able to move on as if nothing happened. Until the outbreak...her mother was the first person she knew that died from it. She didn't have to kill her mother but it was almost down to it.
Weapons: AR-15 with silencer for big mobs only. 9mm glock. Metal base ball bat she made a belt for to hold it on her side.
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Other: Fear of heights. Also has this tattoo on her back

Name: Isaac Bellamy
Appearance:

Age:19
Gender: Male
Where you from?: France, recently moved to the US, Cleveland.
Personality: Secluded but friendly, will help those in need.
Back Story: Isaac moved across by himself, he was sent by his parents to experience life on his own. Not having heard news from them, he fears the worst. Living in an apartment on his own, he has plenty of supplies and has barricaded himself in for months on end, using the fire escape by his window to get in and out - as it is easily defended. Some others populated the building, but be doesn't know how many. He has only killed one zombie so far, and rather enjoyed it.
Weapons: Falcon (Falchion blade)

Rifle, 7.62 mm, Sniper Weapon System, M24 (7 magazine) With detachable silencer or flash suppressor add-on.


Vehicle: Choosing to opt out of fossil fuel using vehicles ( Not that it matters now, damn it! ) Isaac has a bike.

He does know how to drive a car though.
Other: Isaac hates deep water, and thus has a fear of drowning.
Tattoo: A snake wraps around his right forearm with the words "Lutter pour la liberté" written inside.
Other: Isaac does not actually speak much French, his mother was French and his father was British. He was brought up speaking English.

Note:
(I most definitely DID NOT edit a silencer onto my rifle.)

Accepted :) welcome to Walking Dead!

Name: Wilson Taggart | Age: 25 | Gender: M

Appearance: Glasses, greatcoat, gloves, boots, scarf similar.
Hair may have grown longer and unkempt, hat may be different [stocking-cap, surplus helmet with a cross on it, flat-cap] or simply not there.
Also included would be a medium backpack, improvised pack-frame, bedroll-pack, and a butt-pack.

Where you from?: Prairie Du Chein, Wisconsin (pronounced "Prairie Doo-Seen", gotta sneak a 'lil French-Eskimo into your dialect)

Personality: Careful and precise, despite a reckless fatalist attitude. His altruistic tendencies have generally meant a good reputation. His wary shrewdness however stems from a long history of people who take advantage of his generosity.

Back Story: Factory-worker and trained first-responder; Taggart is also a bit of a military-reenactor, not only fascinated with various collections, but also the how and why it was used and designed in order to get a better understanding of history while also learning some useful survival-skills.

Weapons: Customized Mosin Nagant, straight-bolt with side-slung scope, butt-pad, slip-on shotshell-holder (5 loops, 10 rifle rds, in pairs), dat bayonet, and full accessories [cleaning-kit, mag-pouches, rifle-sling attached to butt-pack instead of rifle], and about a dozen stripper-clips, a 3/4 length #3 fire-axe, and a folding-shovel.

Vehicle: Well, there was a car. But that ran out of fuel in the first month. Ended up 'liberating' a horse + carriage from an abandoned Amish farm that didn't get the warning in time.

Other: A bit of a history-buff/survivalist. Is moderately deaf and severely blind on the left side. Stocks a rather surprising amount of medical supplies. Enjoy our cuisine, I did mention he knows how to cook, right?

Name : Karen White
Appearance :

Age : 27
Gender : Female
From : Yahzoo Mississippi
Personality : Karen's personality has had a major shift since the outbreak where she was once viewed as passive she now stands her ground defending her point of view. As a doctor she has had to become more fatalistic because of the virus that has devastated humanity. She is a fighter as a doctor and a person finding it difficult to let go till all hope is lost.
Backstory : Karen was born in Yazoo City to Mr Johnathan Wife and his wife Pearl. The last of three children Karen was the only Girl 9 years younger than her middle brother Arthur and 12 years younger than her brother Herbert she was the baby of the family an pampered accordingly.
Her oldest brother was her hero and her middle brother her best friend.
Her brother Herbert was a Coast guard Captain and her brother Arthur a Gunnery Sergeant in the Marines when Karen graduated high school at the age of 16.

Karen was one of the happiest girls she knew that is till the day when she received word that her parents had died in a car accident, she was just 18. She was consoled by her brothers who asked her to finish school as her mom and dad had wished that she do.

Karen did finish med school and was on the path to become a surgeon but for the death of her older brother Herbert who was trying rescue oil men trapped on an oil rig during a hurricane.

Karen dropped into a depression and almost gave up medicine completely till the town corner of Yazoo City who was a friend of her father's managed to talk her into becoming his assistant. She did this till the day they began appearing.

She was ordered by the authorities to use her skills as a doctor at an evacuation center in Baton rouge. She did as she must till they began over running the city and killing any unlucky enough to encounter them unprepared.

She along with 20 other survivors managed to board a barge tug that had two barges still loaded with some supplies and headed south on the river for the gulf of Mexico where they were to make the inter coastal waterway and try for the east coast ports where they might find help.

They almost made it to the gulf when they were attacked by pirates and boarded. Karen seeing how brutally the pirates treated those they captured dove over the side and swam for the river bank.

She managed to avoid by luck being found by the dead or the pirates until she stumbled across a small group of Army reservists. There were 8 of them and they had two and a HUMVEE as their vehicles. They them selves had been attacked by feral humans and had a wounded man whom they were sure was going to die.
Karen told them she was a doctor and they in a stroke of luck told her they had medical supplies.

At first Karen was amused an then grateful when she found out that they had a large surgical kit except that it was the sort left over from WWII. The primitive kit proved useful and sturdy if not as delicate as she were used to and it did save the man's life.

They were headed north to St. Louis where there was at last reports a large assembly point the army had set up.

After weeks of travel and horrors they finally arrived near St. Louis only to find the assembly point over run. Karen and one of the others she'd been traveling with were the only survivors to make it out of there in a HUMVEE that had everything she could save aboard.

It was one night after a brutal encounter with a small group of the dead that her companion shot himself leaving her alone.

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Name: Magnolia Lovissa
Appearance:
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Where you from?: Fayette, Iowa
Personality: She tends to adapt depending on who she hangs out with - she's not fake, just a survivor. She cares about humans as a whole, tends not to judge anyone from experience, and if she likes - or, god forbid, loves - anyone, her love is deep and hard to lose, even if she tries to let you go. A huge adrenaline junkie, she lives for the risk - and when there was none, she'd use other methods to get her high.
Back Story: Growing up in a small town with a corn farmer as her father and an attorney for a mother, Magnolia spent a lot of time alone before she got her license at sixteen - but once she had it, she was never at home. She made friends with what parents call 'the wrong crowd' at school, and most of her free nights were spent by the dam on the river in a little hollow in the limestone cliffs - perfect for having a campfire, or things less legal, without being seen - or at her friends' houses, blowing smoke with her buddies. Once she was eighteen, she bought a bike and took off, determined to see as much of the country - or world if she could afford it - as she could, mostly roaming across the United States, sometimes renting an apartment or calling on friends to crash with so she could work for a few weeks and get her cash moneyflow up again. After exploring much of the west coast, she'd headed east, having been in NYC for about two months before the outbreak hit.
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She has a couple of triggers - one of which being people grabbing her arms/wrists, from a time when she'd been a child walking home from school and been grabbed from behind, tied up, and left in a garage for three days, and another being - well, most of them are about people being behind her. If you walk up behind her and say 'boo', she won't yelp - she'll punch you in the gut, and that's getting off lightly. When she's triggered, her brain shuts down and gives in to self-defense, even when it's unnecessary. She always apologizes profusely when any such event happens, but beyond getting tied up, she refuses to share the reason she's so jumpy - she refuses to tell what else happened in the garage.

@noxlux Quite a lot of firepower on your cs. I would only keep a few of the guns (max 2) on your character at all times and the rest in your car please. Other than that you are accepted.

@themadhatter420 Of course, I only have two weapons, so that works fine for me :)

@themadhatter420 she only has two weapons, she is telling you what they are, those aren't two extra weapons xD

@noxlux

*face palm* i didnt see the ";" symbols. xD sorry about that ignore my post xD

@themadhatter420 haha, no worries :)

Name: Hunter Monroe

Appearance:

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Where you from?: A small country town in NY state.

Personality: Hunter is someone who respects people for the actions they preform. He is a practical thinker and likes to think things out, this does not mean he always does though. He is normally very trusting of people, but once any form of trust is lost he treats all as potential enemies.

Back Story:
Hunter served a short time in the national guard, and by short he made it through basic training before a training accident sent him home. He lived at home with his younger sister who took care of him until he was well enough to start working again. He soon took up a job at a local book store, he didn't know much on books but he learned how to find things in them. Which for him was kinda dull.

He was at work when things started getting bad, he's heard reports on the TV but nothing really. When his manager didn't come in, or the substitute manager then he knew something was a bit off, plus half the rest the staff was gone. So it was really him and one other person. Well watching TV waiting for customers to come in he heard a shot, he was use to gun shots, everyone in his town either Hunted or did target shooting. But a firearm going off In town? That made him question something. He heard another one, but this one went through the stores window. After he took cover one of the infected crawled its way inside, He ran out the back door to his truck and back to his sisters house.

Getting home he had no luck finding his sister, her car was home but she was no where in sight, He tried going into town again but every time he tried it seemed things were worse. He would wait in the house for 3 weeks for her to come home. With out luck or food he was forced to move on. He gathered some supplies he did have and started on the road.

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Other: He is always hoping to meet up with his sister again, though he has accepted the fact that she is more then likely dead. He still has a slight limp from the accident in basic training, He's able to run with it but if he isn't paying attention he will do a slight limp with out noticing it.

Name: Hayley Dawson

Appearance:

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Where you from?: New York City

Personality: She's sassy, has a foul mouth on her, and doesn't know when to shut up. She tends to get herself into trouble with these ways. She's afraid of new people, and new relationships, and really only wants to stick to what she knows. However, what she knows…is pretty much gone.

Back Story: She's headstrong, and before the outbreak, lived on and off the streets. The only home she ever had was the couch of her best friend Ryder (pictured with her above). He lived in a simple shoebox apartment in the middle of Manhattan. He was rich, by default, having mostly trust fund money from his parents to make his life glamorous. However, he spent most of his time and money attempting to make HER life glamorous. For that, she could never repay him, but she always gave him her time. They ran off for a while, with nothing but money, a bag of clothes, and a couple of plane tickets. They were headed for the West Coast, when their plane was forced to land on emergency in Cleveland, OH. Someone on the plane had threatened another passenger with violence if they didn't move out of the way to the bathroom. In a matter of seconds, however, that panic, lead to a blood bath. The person had began snarling, and snapping, after appearing dead in the middle of the isle. The pilot was made aware, and the person was covered with a sheet. Not long after his death, however, he sat straight up, and chaos broke out. It was the single most terrifying moment of Hayley's life. Ryder protected her, kicking the man at the emergency exit. Before they were forced to open the door, and kill everyone, the pilot made the decision to land. Problem? The chaos in the sky was only the tip of a bigger problem. The chaos on the ground was widespread. As they exited the plane, Hayley and Ryder were separated, and she was carried off to a holding area, while he was left behind to run for safety. The only thing she remembers of his last moments with her, was all of the blood, from those around them. Now, it's her mission to find him, if it takes the rest of her short life.

Weapons: She has her carry-on backpack, which she has stuffed with various supplies along the way, including weapons. She carries a blue handled machete (hooked at the end), several decent sized pocket knives, a large Buck knife, and a Mossberg Maverick 88 tactical shotgun she reluctantly lifted off a dead cop outside the airport. Along with the shotgun, she managed to lift three 15 round boxes of 3 inch 12 gauge 00 buckshot from his vest.

Vehicle: None
Other: She's on a mission, and probably doesn't care about making friends. She has an unfortunate self harm addiction, that could pose a problem in this environment, and other than the knowledge she has accidentally learned about her shotgun, she knows nothing about weapons.

@AnnaBeth

Accepted :) sorry for the delay