Where does one post their CS?

Here in the OOC or through PM to Azseth.

Is there an age specification for any of our characters?

Name: Beatrice “Triss” White
Group: None, will update if this changes.
Age: Thirteen
Occupation: Student

Family life:
- Mother: Maria Connors, deceased after giving birth.
- Father: Aaron White, left the city with Triss, deceased.

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Appearance:



Triss, while being fairly young is still quite strong, having developed her skills and strength in competitive rock climbing and in track and field events. She stands at around five feet tall which while being no where near the average male RA, gives her surprising agility and speed to outrun and outmaneuver them.

If visible, she has a few scars on herself from encounters on her journey, be it from the RA or other people, though the more prominent one is a bite mark just above her left shoulder of human origin. Her hair is just between a deep and a light brown with slight flecks of red scattered about within it and her storm grey eyes show an unquenchable fiery determination to push on. She weighs in at about 97-100 pounds with an average, yet more toned build to her.

Blood type: O -
Immune: Yes

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Gear:
Triss is never seen without her New York Yankees ballcap or her military surplus backpack. She carries a bloodstained wooden baseball bat in her hand at most times and a small folding knife clipped to her belt, more as a tool than a weapon. Other than that, she travels quite light, having only the clothes on her back along with her light parka in her bag. Her usual clothing consists of worn out jeans that look like they've seen better days, a white (used to be white anyways) tank top, light hiking boots and her ballcap. She would also have clip on cleats on her bag, able to be attached to her boots rapidly if needed.

Along with the parka in her bag is a mountain climbing thigh harness, about 100 feet of light rope (Strong enough to support her body weight easily) wrapped up tightly and neatly and a grappling hook with folding arms. To finish off, she carries a rather unimpressive first aid kit scavenged from various sources and an aluminum water bottle clipped to the outside of her bag. A small AA battery powered MP3 player and earbuds is usually found in her pocket, for the few down times she gets.

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Bio:
Beatrice was born into a fairly well off family, living what was probably just above the average American life. She started playing sports when she was only four years old, starting with soccer in the elementary school league and moving up the competition as she got older. Though her mother died just after Beatrice was born, her father loved her dearly and raised her as a single dad for eight years, before he met another woman that would eventually step in as Beatrice’s step mother.

In these eight years, her father raised her to be less of a “girly” girl and more of a tomboy, playing more sports like football and baseball, as well as getting into competitive rock climbing. She was second to a boy two years older than her at the time, in both speed climbing and endurance climbing on open mountain courses.

After her father started dating this new woman, Beatrice became a very quiet person, and while she still actively trained and competed in her sports, she was not the same person. The counsellors called it survivor’s guilt, as the new woman reminded her of the fact her life had been what killed her mother. She became more reserved and rarely interacted with either her father or stepmother.

When the Rising started making news headlines globally, Beatrice started to worry, but life went on normally. At least for a little while.

Then one night, all hell broke loose. Beatrice woke up to screaming. A man screaming. Her father screaming. She grabbed her baseball bat and slowly opened her door. Down the hall, her stepmother was biting into her father’s bicep. Beatrice took all the guilt of killing her mother and slammed the bat as hard as she could into her stepmother’s neck with a sickening crack, killing her instantly. Her father nodded to her and they began collecting their things, before running out the door. A few other cries of pain echoed through the night, but they kept running.

A week later her father started getting sick.

Two weeks later, he was biting into the shoulder of his only child before she put him down.

Now that was both her parents she had killed.

Not sure if yall do face claims but just in case I'm claiming Blake Lively for Marni

Name: Leon Murray
Group: Walkers
Age: 25
Occupation: Office clerk
Family life: Single
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green/Blue
Weight: 175lbs
Picture: Click!
Blood type: O+
Immune: Yes

Gear: Since it's almost winter, Leon travels in heavy coat, a black jumper, camouflage trousers and hiking boots. He also has a backpack in which he carries essentials such as a toothbrush, toothpaste, a brush, a book, and other items related to hygiene and keeping his sanity intact.

Also in Leon's possession is a fire axe he'd managed to salvage from his office, and he'd used it to cut his way through his co-workers and out to safety, sort of.

Bio: Leon was born into a fairly normal family. Two parents, two siblings. Nothing stood out during Leon's childhood. He went to school, played with friends and had a general good time. But he did spend most of his free time watching TV and playing video games, but so did most kids his age, so nothing was too alarming about what he was doing.

After leaving school with fairly average grades, he got a job at a local insurance company, and ended up behind a desk, at a computer screen for eight hours a day. He was the literal meaning of the term "9-to-5". Leon didn't mind though. He made enough money to get by and provide for himself. He had the bare essentials. An apartment, food, clothing, a bed, a TV. Everything a grown up needed to survive.

Leon felt something was wrong as soon as he heard the first reports on the radio. But he treated that day as any other. He got up, showered, dressed, ate breakfast and headed to work. The reports about the "dead rising" on the radio became more frequent as he drove to work, but he just dismissed it as conspiracy theorists having a field day.

He headed to his desk and the first three hours of the day were as normal as any other. Before he went to lunch, Leon went into the bathroom, but nothing would have prepared him for what was inside. A mutilated corpse. Blood was spattered all over the floor and the walls. There were a few, what looked like, bite marks all over his neck and torso. The crimson liquid seeped from each opening.

As he turned on his heel and made for the door, he heard a blood-curdling scream from the hallway. Leon burst out and what met him was a scene of pure chaos and brutality. His co-workers were... eating each other. It almost resembled what he'd just seen in the bathroom, with blood covering almost every inch of flooring and walls. He couldn't believe it. It was normal when he'd left his desk. It was almost as if somebody had flipped a switch and everything had gone to Hell.

Leon dashed for the exit. Luckily, the psychos were busy eating prey they'd already got their hands on to notice him. But as he was a couple of metres away, he was cut off by approximately four of his newly-turned co-workers. Leon turned once more and sprinted for the opposite hallway, hoping they weren't following him, or were at least too slow to catch up. But, again, he was cut off, so he dived into the janitor's closet and barricaded himself in with whatever he could find in there.

The fire axe that was held onto the wall had not been taken, so Leon grabbed it before anybody else could and tried to think of a plan to escape. He looked up. A window! Leon could hear the undead moaning just outside, and they were scratching and clawing against the door. He propped the bucket against the wall, stood atop it, smashed through the window with his axe and then hoisted himself through it, just as they broke inside.

He'd got about a hundred metres down the alleyway before he realised he'd actually got a pretty large cut along his thigh from cutting it on a piece of glass. Leon gritted his teeth, made it to his car and drove as far as he could, until he ended up in the country, and out of gas.

Leon tore off his sleeve, wrapped it around his gash and carried on his way, hoping to find salvation.

Personality: Leon has an every-man-for-himself mentality after witnessing the horrors of the end, but will happily work with others if it means he won't end up zombie chow. He is friendly to most, but it's normally because he doesn't want to be shot on sight. He's spent most of his adult life alone, so prefers to work by himself instead of in a group but, like before, will do so if it means something good will come of it. But he's slowly drifting away, mentally and physically, after months and months of walking on his own and staying in isolated places are beginning to take their toll on him.

Name: Marni Jenkins
Age: 24
Occupation: Was a naval medic, though she had given up the military life and gone for something a little more glamorous in the banking field.
Family Life: Marni was an only child, her parents living on a strict budget. When she joined the Navy she moved away from home. She’s not sure if her folks are dead, though it seems likely. Originally from Colorado.
Status: Single. There was this thing with a guy but he couldn't commit to the whole...being alive thing. yeah...Single. Definitely Single.
Hair: Sandy Blonde
Eyes: Hazel Green
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 165lbs
Group: Walker
Appearance: Marni, being a vain woman, took great care in her appearance before the outbreak. Now she tries her best to maintain a certain standard, it’s just harder to do without running water. Still her wavy blonde hair is braided back and pulled into a pony tail she likes to think of as ‘sporty’ (albeit a little shorter than she like…the ends a touch scorched) , her skin a little more weathered than it had been 9 months ago. Her physique has benefited from this whole process, where Marni was ‘fit’ before she would be categorized as ‘athletic’ now, with strong arms and a tight abdomen, who has to do cardio when they run this much? And can we talk about squats? Her ass is perfect and rock hard now… Mostly from climbing and dashing upstairs… But really, this is better than crossfit.

Her military duds are lasting the best in this world so she can been seen in her navy camo and black pea coat. Her last name stitched onto the front pocket reads “ENKINS” .

Photo:
Blood Type: O-

Immune: Fairly safe to say she is considering her exposure rate.

Gear: Marni has her standard issue military duffle bag with all the things that ought to be in there. Three changes of NWU’s (navy camos, with white crew neck undershirts, thick tall socks and cover (hat) ) along with her standard issue pea coat and her medic kit. She has a few MRE's left since they taste…Not that great. Oh and her Beretta M9 (Big hand gun).

She has her basic tool kit, her fire starting kit, a length of rope and various pocket knives. And a compact mirror…

What?! A girl has to be able to keep herself tidy…

Bio: Being an only child in a very tight budget household Marni was typically buying her clothes at second hand stores, or saving her allowances up for special sales at the outlet malls. She always wanted to be glamorous and beautiful, and she knew there was no way that would happen with her parents strict budgeting. She loved her folks, but they were so happy just going out for hikes in the mountains near their home in Denver, or being one with nature. Sure she learned how to build a fire, make a smores toasting stick and fish and hunt and camp. But who wants to pee in the woods with the bears!?

As soon as she turned 18 Marni joined the Navy and was trained as a corpsman. The income was much better than anything else she might have hoped for with no degree and her job came with a workout plan that would keep her looking fine.

After two tours and patching up men who probably would never survive Marni did not sign another contract and instead took her talents to the glamorous world of banking. Alright. It wasn’t as glamorous as Marni had hoped, but she did get to wear makeup every day, and high heels and tight skirts.

Picking out the perfect outfit was always an art for Marni. The shoes had to match the earrings and the purse, but not so much that it was tacky or too matchy matchy. Perfecting this art sometimes made her run late to work…

Searching for the mate to her Adorable Buckle tan heel with the peach colored bow and liner was certainly making her run late today. Where was the thing!? The heel peeped out from under her duffle bag and Marni lunged for it, prying it out with a victorious cry.

Really! Under the duffle! How had that happened? Really she needed to get rid of the ugly thing, taking up valuable closet space that could be used to home something much more important, like those thigh high leather boots she had been eyeing…

Tugging the shoe on Marni gave the duffle another look before heading out the door. She was around 30 minutes late as it was.
Speeding to work she listened to her ipod on shuffle rather than the news, which had been rather boring of late anyway. Parking in the back Marni was surprised to see she wasn’t the only one hustling in through the back door. Her friend Tara was meandering towards the bank as well.

“Hey girl!” Marni called as she closed her car door with a bang! Tara turned slowly to look at her. Marni slung her purse over her shoulder and clicked up the sidewalk to the waiting Tara and the back door. “Can’t believe you’re running late too! Maybe Mark won’t get so mad if we’re both …” Marni had finally looked up from putting her car keys away to see Tara’s face. She didn’t look too good, sweating and pale.

“Woah…Are you alright?” Marni asked. Tara nodded. “I think I might have the flu to be honest, but if I miss more work I’ll get written up. Shouldn’t have gotten that boob job last Christmas, it really ate into my sick days.” Marni nodded sympathetically. “But your girls are so perky now! Totally worth it!” Patting her friend on the back they made their way inside.

Luckily Mark was nowhere to be seen so Marni and Tara were able to hustle into their own offices and no one would be any the wiser to their tardiness.

An epic bidding war on a Prada purse had Marni running late for her lunch break as well and she looked up surprised to see what time it was. Normally Tara would have come to haul her off to some soup and salad joint.

Maybe she had bit the bullet and gone home sick?

Shuffling into Tara’s office Marni knocked once before entering without waiting for permission. “Hey girl you still he—“ Marni cut herself off when she saw Tara, who was …Not herself. She was staring and panting and groaning, her makeup had been sweated off and really…She was drooling.

“Tara?” Marni asked. Had she had a stroke?

That was the last coherent thought Marni had about her friend before Tara was rushing her, grabbing her arm and yanking her further into the office. “Tara! Ouch! What is wrong with you?” Tara groaned and Marni watched in horror as her friend bared her teeth and opened her mouth, leaning towards Marni’s arm.

Instinct kicked in and Marni ripped her arm away from Tara, punching the bitch in the face with her free hand. Tara’s head snapped back and she stumbled, clumsy. Marni grabbed the door handle and slammed Tara’s office door shut, holding the knob tightly and looking around in confusion. Tara seemed to have had some sort of break down, snapped and gone cannibal. She needed someone to call the police, a doctor. Somebody.

Only… Tara was throwing herself at the office door, and the loud shrieks she was making and the thumps was drawing attention. As vague expressions and other ill looking coworkers peered out (like how Tara had looked only hours ago. Under the weather, not deranged) Marni realized they were all sick. None were quite to Tara’s level yet but…

Marni had her purse already, her keys. All she had to do was get to her car and drive home. The image of that duffle bag she had been planning on getting rid of appeared in her mind. She needed to get out. Instincts said she had to flee.

So she did, bolting for the exit and not looking back as Tara broke through her office door to get at her best friend.

Marni changed out of her tight skirt and adorable tan heels and into her combat boots , blue jeans, and a polo. Time for a road trip. Time to head back to Denver and figure out what was going on.

Marni never made it to Denver. Her car ran out of gas before she ever crossed the county line. It didn’t matter, she’d just keep trekking west with her duffle bag and her berretta.

Personality: Marni can be chatty, amusing, and likable. She is a social creature and loves compliments and shiny things. But there is a part of her that is very selfish in the need to stay alive. While she wants to look smashing, she doesn’t want her head smashed in. She can make friends fairly easily but isn’t the type to stay behind and fight honorably with her comrades. She’ll doctor up an injured ‘friend’ but the first sign of illness and she’ll flee. Self-preservation is high on Marni’s list.

@OneWayOut@Corporal Lance @Polyphemus @Vandy@Sterling @Augmented@ChaoticFox @Blizz@ArkmageddonCat

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Az

Read it, writing it.

Rah.

Az

Read it, writing it as well. Busy day.

Read it, writing it as well. Busy day.

@Azseth Done and sent!

@ChaoticFox PMd you back.

Az

Currently, finding the motivation to finish up my character sheets is akin to enjoying taking cold showers. Christ. Maybe some tea will get me back on the straight and narrow.

@Halcyon No rush.

...JUST HURRY THE FUCK UP!!

...ignore that. I'm tired.

Haha.

We need to get our other RP going too!

Az

@Halcyon No rush.

...JUST HURRY THE FUCK UP!!

...ignore that. I'm tired.

Haha.

We need to get our other RP going too!

Az

*Takes a caffeine pill*

Turbo mode activated! Haha!

My flashbacks are almost done! I shaln't saturate this wonderful place with those filthy details though.

Filthy details? That sounds so potentially enticing...

Az

Is the CDC really THAT intimidating!??!?

Az

Is the CDC really THAT intimidating!??!?

I'll take a guard position, if'n ya please. Only if others have someone in for me to guard, if not I'll make an engineer that came in a few months after THE END OF THE WORLD. I'll try to have all my characters in by tomorrow sometime, I'm feeling a bit better so hopefully I'll be able to focus. Need to finish what I have yet to finish, though.

@OneWayOut@Corporal Lance @Polyphemus @Vandy@Sterling @Augmented@ChaoticFox @Blizz@ArkmageddonCat

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Az

Gotcha, I get off work at 3:00 tomorrow so expect everything sometime after that. Father Jason Dubois is going to be my main, pretty excited with how this is coming along. May make a CDC character, not sure yet.

If anyone want to find my character, be it in her current state or otherwise, in the past, feel free to leave a mwssage