If you'd wanna start interacting with other characters now, the farmstead. Otherwise, you'd more or less have to write scenes for your character all by your lonesome until they meet the group as they travel, which would be much later.

I'd allow a non-farmhand who's reached the farm that afternoon/the next day after their car broke down or something like that if you don't want a farmhand character, though.

How was my response post?

I'm pretty interested in how this is gunna pan out.

@czechmate46 Accepted, though I'd prefer you remove the "picture ___ from ____" references and just add more description.

@Onlythepie
I liked it! I'll have my post up sometime tomorrow. In case anyone wants an early start, since we've two new players, my post will end with the farmer sending the men and women back to their respective bunks for the day.

Nice posts guys.
@DeadBeatWalking How would you like me to coordinate the arrival of Henry with the body of "pete" and the discussion with Farmer Tackett about what happened?

@czechmate46 It's funny both our character's lives were wrecked by fires.

Sorry for not getting a timely post up. I really like how you're handling him, though, thanks.

@OnlyThePie Huh, yeah, I didn't notice that until now. Although I'm not sure if funny is the right word to use haha.

Alright, I am almost done with my guy. I just need to have a personality and an appearance for him.

Writing a post now. Decided to let events unfold so I'd have a lot of media to work with.

Appearance
Nathan stands gracefully among others at the small height of 5' 9". His luxurious, straight, medium-length brown hair is gelled back to reveal a skinny, friendly face. Darting amber eyes (for his father), set elegantly within their sockets. He has a medium build body, even known he does eat more than other men, thanks to his high metabolism. A scar can be seen on his right finger due to a knife cut that he got while cooking up something for his mother. It can still be seen, but it happened years before he moved to Eastport and it doesn't bug him that much.

He always wears a light green dress shirt under a navy blue coat and white pure wool flannel pants. On his feet, a pair of brown loafers is seen and under them is black wool socks to keep his feet cool during Marine's winters. However, he also has a black Bollman Collection Homburg that he rarely wears.

Name
Nathan Campbell.

Age
Thirty-Three.

Speech Color
Sky Blue (00aeef).

Personality
Nathan is described as a calm, reserved person with skills that need those things for people. He doesn't pick fights or bullies anyone above or below them as he was taught that way by his mother. Because of that, he can't really stand up for anyone or even his self. If he is insulted by someone, he just takes it and acts calm in front of them. Some could even say that he is weak and that he isn't really a friend, that you would go to for help or protection. During the outbreak, Nathan will have to face them head on in order to gain trust among any group he comes in contact with. Despite that, Nathan is a kind, little man who will have to adopt to the plague.

Traits
Positive
Local - You are knowledgeable of Maine's landscape, including towns and shortcuts (+1).
Intelligent - You are well-read and knowledgeable (+1).
Chef - You can prepare food better than most. (+2).

Negative
Weak - You are not as strong as most (-1).
Reckless - You are the type to take unnecessary risks out of convenience (-3).

History
In the late 1800s, the Campbell family moved from England to America, looking for a better life in the New World. Before Nathan was born, his father-an African-went to England for a better life and options. At the age of twenty-one, he taught his self English, writing, math, and history. And during all of that, his teacher helped him out when he first came to the school and soon they feel in love. Years after they met, the newly married couple moved to America within the same month.

The married couple were finally happy with together in New York City. However, when America entered The Great War, his father enlisted in the army to protect his family for the German threat, even known he was faced with hate by his own countrymen due to his skin color. During his time at the front line, Emily discovered that she was pregnant and tried to tell him. Sadly, the father never got the happy news as he was shot in the head by a German sniper near the end of the war. Later in the week, she got the news of his death and cried for days.

After Nathan was born, she raised him by herself until the child got older enough. "Born as a mixed person isn't that difficult, if you don't tell people that your father/mother was African or your skin color wasn't black" his mother used to tell him that when he started to get bullied at school, since he told them about his father. Thankfully, Nathan's skin color was white and he was told to never mention about his father besides the fact that he died in the war and didn't get to know him that much. And the fact that the family was forced to move away from his hometown helped with keeping that secret safe.

Now at the age of thirty-three, the highly intelligent man traveled all over Marine with his cooking skills. Looking for a job somewhere quiet and peaceful, he found it at Eastport. However, during his first week in the town, the disease started at Marine.

I didn't even realize but I basically remade Leonard. bahaha, next time I need to read through the characters posted.

@The Grey Warden We're both campbells. Hahaha, who woulda thought

May I still be allowed to join? Just curious before I spend time into my CS.

May I still be allowed to join? Just curious before I spend time into my CS.

Still no cap! We're always accepting.

Sorry for the absence, I've been away from electricity and all that for a few days. Hoping to see more posts soon!

I'm gonna be honest, this ended up kind of being more boring to me than I thought it would. I think I'm gonna drop out. Feel free to write Henry out, It was fun while it lasted, and thanks for having me!

FUCK! My computer was a dick, and decided not to post my IC. @DeadBeatWalking Do you mind if I write Henry out?

Name:
John L. Roberts

Age:
49

Appearance:
Standing at the reasonable height of five feet and nine inches, John is a lean man of pale skin and dark hair. His eyes are a dull gray-brown, not unlike two chips of flint, though they are somewhat distorted behind thick glasses. He keeps his raven-black hair well-maintained, though it is streaked with gray and beginning to bald. The true pride of John's appearance, of course, is the rather impressive goatee that he carefully trims and landscapes each day.

Perhaps even more striking than the facial hair to the first glance, however, is the pronounced limp with which he walks painfully -- a relic of the days of the Great War. He has a tendency to grimace and mutter under his breath with every few steps, but stalwartly reject any sort of assistance offered.

John usually dresses in simple clothing, porting in general jeans, a cotton shirt and practical boots under an old-fashioned brown duster.

Personality:
John is a somewhat gregarious man in general, fond of friends and lively conversation. He prefers to listen more often than he speaks as a general rule, but could not truly be described as solitary. Generous with his money when he still had it, he has since become a bit more closely-guarded.

John maintains a number of different dispositions dependent on the scenario -- if one were to find themselves waiting in the room with a loved one on the operating table, no doubt they would be surprised at the, well, surgicality (no pun intended) and solemnity with which John goes about the task. He takes to surgery as a man takes to breathing, as a habit more than a practice or a hobby.

History:
John Louis Roberts was born in Eastport, Maine in the year of 1885, to a reasonably wealthy family. His father had managed to distinguish himself a bit whilst fighting for the Union in the Civil War, and had since managed to hold down various odd-jobs as John's mother held down the home.

John led a rather normal, if perhaps not quite idyllic, life for the times. Always an intelligent boy, he exemplified a certain strong work ethic that propelled him to Harvard College at the age of eighteen, where John went into the medical practice. After graduating some years later, he acquired work at a Boston hospital.

John was thirty-two years old when America officially entered in to the Great War, and enlisted voluntarily despite being somewhat older than the average draftee. He managed to weasel his way into a position as a field medic after basic training, and proved to be rather good at it indeed. In early 1918, however, John took a number of bullets to the leg while attempting to retrieve an injured man from the battlefield and was himself rushed from the front-lines. He soon received medical leave and returned home, though not without his own share of shell-shock from working with men in various stages of death -- and nearly becoming one himself.

When John returned home he found himself traveling to his home-town of Eastport, where he established a reasonably successful medical practice -- tending in large part to various small check-ups, though with the occasional surgery that helped to keep his wits sharp. He managed to find himself on the good side of much of the town due to a number of factors, among them his veterancy; his generally amiable attitude; and the low costs which he charged for his services.

However, when the Great Depression reared its ugly head, John found that he perhaps should have charged a bit more after all. His meager savings lasted only about a year and a half before John was forced to sell his livelihood. Though it brought him considerable guilt, John cashed in his favors with a local well-off farmer -- and old friend via the local church -- by the name of Tackett. In exchange for providing general medical aid to farmhands and animals alike, John managed to secure himself a few hot meals a day and a roof over his head until he would be able to support himself once more -- which, with the advent of zombie apocalypse, perhaps will not be for some time more.

Speech Color:
Olive.

Traits:
Savant - John is a very skilled surgeon. - 5
Doctor - 4
Intelligent - 1
Local - 1
Veteran - 2

Churchgoing - -2
Bespectacled - -1
Lead-Footed - -2
Lame - -1
Shell-Shocked - -2

FUCK! My computer was a dick, and decided not to post my IC. @DeadBeatWalking Do you mind if I write Henry out?

Go right ahead!