@josephb
Thanx dude. Using it for my post.

so wait, are we on coastal highway then?

@Aerandir
I do not know. He did not answer that question.

I may end up sticking around for a while, now that I think about it. Not going to be fluffing up my posts very much, though.

Name:

Rowena 'Moden' Leigh

Gender:

Female

Age:

27

Birthplace:

Glasgow, Scotland.

Appearance:



Personality:

Aloof, impatient, strategizing, understanding, merciful, logical, prefers dark humor.

Occupation before the breakout:

Dog trainer, specializing in attack and police training while attending college.

Skills:

Dealing with animals, more specifically dogs and horses. Medicine and botany.

Fears/incompetencies:

Being left alone. Geese. Bad at building intimate relationships with people. Has an addictive personality.

Equipment:

One large duffel bag. Two .44 Desert Eagles. Ammunition. One envelope opener. One pocket knife. One broken rusty pipe. One 10 pound dumbbell. One canine unit by the name of Themistocles (Alaskan Malamute, male, alive). One flare. Three glowsticks. One can-opener. One package of plastic eating utensils. Three med kits. Three packages of sanitary wipes. One medium sized bag of dry dog food. Six cans of random soup. Two loaves of bread. One photo album. One jade rosary.

Group:

On her own with the dog.

History:

Rowena was born of a one-night-stand between her Scottish mother and American father. The only reason she was brought to America two years after she'd been born was because her mother was looking for the man. Unfortunately, she didn't find him. Just sunk her teeth into the nicest and richest man she could find as soon as she could so that Rowena could have a life of some kind. The divorce happened when Rowena was eight years old and after that, the men just came and went like the news. Nothing interesting.
Her neighbor's father got her interested in guns, training her carefully until she was able to hold her own with a weapon. The man took her out to the farm he owned, out far in the countryside, teaching her how about wildlife and the plants that grew in the nearby forest. Every now and again he'd let her watch as he treated and cared for his horses. But it was the dog that Rowena grew most fond of. It was a skinny thing that ran faster than anything she'd ever seen. That sparked her interested in dogs, pushing her to take up training them on the side.
Eventually she left home and started post-secondary education as well, Themistocles given to her as a congratulatory gift when she was accepted into her program of choice. Rowena was close to finishing up her program when the outbreak started,uprooting all her efforts and sending her life into turmoil. She'd travelled back home only to find her mother dead and her step-father gone, a note of 'be safe mody' on the floor being the only comfort she had. So after a second rage-filled breakdown she began preparing herself and Themistocles for the worst, heading out into the storm in hopes of finding survivors.

@Aerandir yeah.

@Acromantula accepted.

@josephbok

And I'm not gunna post as I did only two before, you can push us to the group and move on,

@josephb Thanks for the acceptance. Would it be possible for me to get a quick rundown of what's happened so far? I'm thinking of putting my character in the sewer system by a construction site, so she could meet the others halfway while out on a supply run.

@Aerandir No worries, I'm going to be working on a post tonight anyway.

@Acromantula There's two groups at the moment. One who escaped Dana Point which are heading down the coastal highway, they've just survived a very small horde. They're just north of San Clemente high school which is the other group. It's up to you who you want to bump into first. :)

@josephb Alrighty, thanks.

@Acromantula I'm gunna pet the doge

Only could get a short post up, there wasn't really I could write for now.

@josephb Are you still accepting? This looks like an interesting RP!

@Wobbles Yeah we're still accepting, if you do make a character though. Either make a new group entirely or put him in the San Clemente group. :)

Name: Theo Martin
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Birthplace: Forks, Washington
Personality: Theo is hot-tempered, short-fused, and ill-mannered. He makes decisions in the heat of the moment, and more often than not those decisions come back to haunt him. He's snappy, and suspicious towards strangers. He lashes out at the slightest provocation. Although he has (many) drawbacks, he can be thoughtful, tender, and unselfish – when he wants to be.
Occupation before the breakout: Sophomore in highschool, spoiled brat of an only child.
Skills:

• Good with his hands. Knots, makeshift shelters, fixing broken knick knacks, etc.
• Relatively strong. He can't take on a full grown man and win, but he can hold his own in a fistfight.
• Cold tolerance. He can get by in a t-shirt and jeans when most have to bundle up.
• Emotional numbness. Maybe not quite a skill, but he never loses his head to all the horrors. Crying doesn't keep you alive.

Fears/incompetencies:

• Impatient. Walks fast, talks fast, thinks fast. Doesn't take time to consider options.
• Triggerhappy. He figures walkers can't hear for shit, so why be subtle?
• Queasy. He can't stand the sight of wounds, blood, etc – thus, the less walkers he sees, the better.
• Fears fire. Housefires, bushfires, any kind of uncontrolled fire scares him silly.

Equipment: Pistol, a molding loaf of bread, empty water bottle, scissors, the keys to a Lexus with no gas, and an iPod with one working earbud.
Group: San Clemente group.

History: Theo was born and raised in Forks, Washington where it rained, and rained, and rained. His mother hated it. His father tolerated it. But they stayed, because that's where the work was. Not that they needed the work – by all definitions, they were rich. They had a nice property, Theo went to the best private school that could be had, and his mother drove a Lexus. Every day before he would slosh his way to the bus stop, his mother would kiss his head and tell him someday they'd go somewhere where it was always sunny and never rained, ever. He believed her.

The years went on, and they stayed. Theo got rowdy, and after the third trip to the principal's office, his father said that if he would promise to not get in trouble, he'd buy him the gaming platform he'd been begging for. For the next five years, Theo's parents sedated him with iPhones, video games, and expensive clothing. But no matter how much they gave him, he still wouldn't sweep the floor, or take out the trash, or stop backtalking his mother. They blamed it on puberty, on the school's degrading social eloquence, on the fact that his father was never home, but always away on trips to the oil company – but never on Theo. After completing his sophomore year in high school, the three of them took a trip down to California. They spent a week in Dana Point, and Theo's mother loved it – so the three of them went to tour San Clemente High School, as a possibility for Theo.

Unfortunately, they never got the chance. The infection took everyone in sight – the walkers had no feeling, no remorse. Theo's father sacrificed himself for his wife, but Theo couldn't do the same. She was torn apart by the walkers, and Theo took their car and ran. It ran out of gas halfway between Dana Point and San Clemente, and Theo walked the rest of the way. By my first post, he will have just arrived at the school.

@Soldierman66Would be Very interesting if our characters meet up.

@AerandirIndeed

I'm so sleepy I'm dropping my phone on my face typing this. I'll reply tomorrow morning goodnight

@alexfangtalon I'll try and get a post done in the collab as soon as I can. Right now I'm sitting here falling asleep and have writer's block XD