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Setting and Plot
Within the United States, there are multiple safety zones in which one could take shelter in from the outbreak. Safety zones are meant to keep the infected out, and for those who are attempting to survive this whole thing to resume somewhat normal lives as before. One major safe zone is held up in Chicago, Illinois at Cook County Jail. So far, only three Pack members are remaining who are defending this safe zone. They do what they can to protect the people who have chosen to stay under their protection.




About the Wolves / Shape-Shifters

How They Came To Be:
Back in the early 1900's, the government had finally created a stable "virus", if you will, only administered by injection. It would turn the average soldier into an almost-unstoppable killing machine. The idea of werewolves was brought to life, injected into the brave, willing soldiers to make the change to their lives permanent, because of course there was no cure for what they were given. The new power these soldiers held was kept under tight lock and key, no one spoke of it or even slightly hinted at it. The empowered soldiers were referred to as "The Pack". The first Original Pack was made in the Navy Seal branch, but soon the other branches began to complain, and not too long after that every branch of the military had twelve of their very own Pack members at their disposal. When a member of the pack was KIA(Killed in Action), a new member was "made".

Over the years, the first Pack members who survived the wars they were put through have since died of sickness or old age. Those of their descended offspring have also had children of their own now. The werewolf strain somehow attached to the Original hosts' DNA and was passed down through the generations. These children who have managed to retain this gene were either made to join the military or trained how to control their "other half". A few cases have been found throughout the US and UK of kids just shortly after their eighteenth birthday making the change--RARELY does a child make the change before then. In some instances, younglings who have been put through tragic events become so emotionally overwhelmed it pushes the β€œvirus” to activate in them, causing them to shift at younger ages. Very few of these younglings who are put through the change early in life make it-- 99% of them die because the shift is so overwhelming for their small frames. The government kept a constant watch on these kids, and if they thought they might screw up somehow and leak the secret, they were terminated.
Shape-Shifter Description:

Shape-shifters normally tend to be about half the size as their human selves, quite a bit larger than your average grey wolf. Placing humans beside the wolves, a wolf’s shoulders would come up to the mid-stomach area of a fully grown man averaging at about 6ft. They have exceptional hearing, sense of smell and eyesight, even in their human forms. The actual transformation between human and wolf is quite painful, but some have managed to master the change so much that it's hardly painful at all and happens within a matter of seconds. Initially, one breaks every bone in their body as their "other half" fights it's way out of it's human form. Bones reforming into that of a wolf, they "shed" their skin to be replaced with fur and acquire a tail. How such a large wolf could fit into their human forms, we still haven't quite figured it out yet. Overall the initial transformation is not easy, and is very disconcerting and confusing. With the wolf’s eyes, however, they differ depending on pack rank. Alpha’s eyes glow a deep red, members of a pack have light golden-yellow eyes.. Betas eyes are a bright orange, an in-between color of the average Member eye color and an Alpha's. Omegas, also known as lone wolves, have a bright shade of violet color for eyes. For those who have taken an innocent life, their eyes have been permanently changed to electric blue. Every wolf has their birth-given eye color in human form, and only glow just before the change, and throughout the time that they are in their wolf forms. (-->See Here for an example<--) The ONLY Alphas, are the highest ranking officers in the pack. If the original Alpha is KIA, then the next high ranking officer will become the next Alpha if no other Alpha is to be made.

Pack Behavior:

In their wolf forms, shape-shifters show the general behavior of their titular animals, though they retain their human intelligence, memories and character, up to and including showing their human eyes. Pack members are also telepathically linked with each other, enhancing their coordination during hunts and fights but allowing little to no privacy at any time. The Alphas of two different packs are able to communicate telepathically, and can control what thoughts they share, while the subordinates of different packs don't show this ability.
The dominant male/female, the Alpha, can force the other pack members to obey his/her orders against their will just as they can in their human forms as commanding officers. A Beta can also do this, though he/she can't command his/her own Alpha/Commanding Officer. Even if it's implied, it is unknown whether this characteristic is also extended down the pack ranks.
Rules[b]

[b]Respect The RP Creator and Admins:
Sure, sometimes we make weird calls or say something that's not quite PC. Realize that the admin's have a hard job, the job of telling you that you are wrong and you need to change something. We don't like doing it but we have to sometimes. That also means that when things come too heavily into question, you need to let us deal with it. You can make our jobs easier by reading these rules and adhering to them. We promise, you'll like us a lot more if you do. We also encourage and welcome discussion on why an admin made a certain call. If you talk to us like people and not like we're your most hated high school enemy then there's a rather good chance you'll change our minds on some things...
*Wolves of the Apocalypse Admin: LoneSilverWolf
Same Forum, Same Rules: You are in a sub-sector of the RolePlayerGuild forums. The Forum Rules and CoC are the over-arcing rules. Know them, love them, abide by them.
No dirty/sexual content: Absolutely no sexual content allowed. Romantic situations are always welcome in your story-telling, however they will remain completely innocent. Anything more touchy-feely than a kiss will be given an Inappropriate Content Warning.
Respect Your Fellow RPer: This involves basic netiquette.
* Don't yell at someone (USING ALL CAPS LIKE THIS IS YELLING EVEN IF YOU DON'T MEAN IT TO BE). Use exclamation points, bold, italics, whatever you want to make your point but don't yell in all CAPS. It's just simply rude.
* Realize we have people who identify with different religions, maybe a lack of religion, sexual orientations, locations, races, ages and whatnot. We don't expect you to be perfect but we do expect you to show a little maturity.
* If they do something in the RP that you think is wrong or illegitimate, ask them why they did it and if they'd change it. Discuss in the OOC or Private Message what the problem is. If a resolution can't be gotten to, ask myself or an admin to step in and we'll help you fix the problem. (It's usually good practice to STOP the RP if this happens, that way you don't have to go back and say "Ignore these posts" or go back and edit them.)
* Don't be childish. If myself or an admin asks you to fix a mistake, change something that isn't right or whatnot, just do it please. Don't make a fuss about it.
No "Bunny-moding": This means taking over another player’s character. Usually this kind of thing happens innocently enough but ends in major fights over what actually is happening. "*Vrynn attacks Corey with a vicious slash to his face and Corey drops to his knees in pain*" This is bunny-moding. Instead of allowing Corey to react to the attack, Vrynn assumed she hit him and told him how he was going to react. This is not acceptable RP. Never assume you know what the other character will do. (Sometimes, someone gives you explicit permission to run their character while away. This is the only time bunny-moding is acceptable.)
No God-moding: This one should be pretty easy. God-moding is when a character is able to do whatever they want, whenever they want with little or no consequences. People cannot dodge bullets. This is not allowed. This is also important for character creation as there are certain limits within this RP that must be adhered to, despite the fact this is a fantasy fiction RP with werewolves in it.. still, no god-moding.
No OOC in RPs: Most of the RPs we have going on have their own OOC (Out Of Character) thread that corresponds. If you have random chatter to contribute that doesn't involve the RP, take it to these threads where you can spew randomness, embed videos, and generally be dorky to your hearts content. Having unrelated chatter in the middle of the RP threads is distracting to all the players, including you. When you need to say something out of character in the middle of an RP, such as to ask a question about a character's action, always use double parenthesis ((Like this.)), or "OOC: (insert what needs to be said here)." to speak OOC. This helps differentiate the chatter from the RP.
No Double Posting: Basically, this means let the other characters/players have a chance to react to you before you try continuing what is going on or just walk away from the conversation altogether. If you have two or more characters that you're RPing with but forgot to post as one, there is an [Edit] button on the bottom of your post. Use it. Don't double post. If more than 2 days have passed and nobody has responded to you, or if you know factually that your RP buddy is gone for a long while, then it is okay to post again.
All RPers, new and old, have room to improve our story-telling and interaction abilities so here are some tips to keep in mind to help everyone improve..

Roleplaying Tips:

Clarity: Be clear about what is happening in your posts and try to make sure the other RPers understand. They will be acting on what they think you meant. Other RPers will post responding to the new posts and a long line of actions can form alarmingly fast. Confusion can cause massive problems if not cleared up quickly and can cause a lot of disruption to the RP as the line of actions may be undermined. Try to minimize confusion as it breaks the flow of the RP by being very precise with actions and their intended effect. (Remember, it's bunny-moding to force it to affect the other character, best to tell them what you want to happen and let them react accordingly.)
Collaborative Story: Remember that everyone else has an equal part in the RP's story. Give them time to do the things they want, don't change the story radically without asking others (Especially if you've made a large post. Changing it then having people go back to re-read it can be bothersome) and always leave room for their stories.
Consistency: Have your character act in ways that are typical of them. It sounds like common sense but it's often overlooked. While RPing an inconsistent character you're not really RPing just one character but many. In short it can lead to confusion. It can be helpful to write down the major personality quirks your character has and refer to that from time to time to remind yourself how your character should react in certain situations.
Drama:The point of every story is the emotion it makes the reader feel and every RP is basically a story. The general tips of good RPing are the same as good writing. One that stands out above all else is try to have a good taste of drama in your character and their actions. How to include drama? A heated argument between two characters is dramatic. A character hanging on for dear life as other characters struggle to save them. In other words any situation that the reader genuinely believes your character might die is dramatic. Any deep emotional interaction between characters is dramatic. Don't be afraid of "non-action" because those are the times when you get to reveal your cool or misguided past and either gain sympathy, empathy or maybe even jealousy or hatred from the other characters.
Respect the other characters: Respect the other characters and what they can do and what they have been through. Remember that no character is the 'main character' and that each character is probably something it's player is attached to.
bBe aware of your IRL situation: Keep in mind what your work schedule, sleep schedule and time zone is compared to other RPers. If you find that you're having to force yourself or someone else to stay up too late or you want to RP with someone who is never on at the same time as you, consider changing your strategy. Sometimes you just have to accept that you can't RP with certain people due to these very real time restrictions. This also goes for double-posting. Give the other players time to respond and never expect someone to respond to you quickly. Give it up to a day just in case someone was called away for a chore or a phone call before you post again.
When in doubt; Rewind!: If the situation is too muddy and everyone is fighting over what should have happened, that couldn't be right, how dare you etc... then just throw up a vote. If 75% of the players in an event agree that rewinding to an earlier point and replaying the situation is for the best, then please do. We want to have fun, not create problems.
Character Creation Form

:: Personal Information ::

Full Birth-Given Name: Give us your whole, real name. If you changed it from the name given at birth, please provide that as well.
Preferred Name // Nickname: Provide the name you would rather go by.
Sexual Orientation & Gender: Gender is obvious, but as for S.O., you are either Heterosexual (interest in the opposite sex), Homosexual (interest in the same sex), or Bisexual (interest in both sexes).
Years Since My Birth: Self-explanatory. Please keep your age 18+.
Also Knowing: Tell us a little more about yourself, anything extra that you may wish to share with us.

:: General Information ::

A Secret Told to No One: Who is your "crush"? :o
My One and Only Reason For Existing: Your significant other's name would go here.
Those Who Brought Me Into This World: Your parent's names.
Those Made To Survive This World Alongside Me: Do you have any siblings? If not, just erase this completely from your character form.
Faithful Furry Companions: Do you have a pet that you've managed to keep alive with you? (Please be sure that you only have one animal, if you choose to allow your character to keep one. There can be exceptions, if your character has a larger animal and a small animal.. ask me first, please, thank you)

:: Other Information ::

Song That Best Describes Me: What song best describes you? Is there a song out there you favor that seems to have been made to fit you perfectly?
Weapons Carried on My Person at All Times: Any weapons carried on you at any given time, please list them here.
Here's the Story of My Past and How I Have Survived This Long: Give us a background history on where you came from, what's gone on in the last year since the outbreak first began and how you've managed to make it this far.
How Some People Might See Me: Tell us about yourself. What is your personality like? (please write a good, decent paragraph.. no one or two liners please. -___-)
Standing Before a Mirror, I See: In a decently descriptive manner, tell us what you look like. Give us a well-written description as if you were trying to explain your appearance to a blind person!
The Beast Within Me: Describe to us what your wolf looks like, if you have one. And please.. we need to keep the number of wolves down that aren't military, so.. please, if your character isn't military and you want it to be a shape-shifter, please ask. For those who wish to roleplay a military character, know the lingo and how things are done in the military before you make your character of service. And remember to describe their eyes.. where they rank in the pack, if any. (β€œAlpha’s eyes glow a deep red, members of a pack have light golden-yellow eyes.. Betas eyes are a bright orange, an in-between color of the average Member eye color and an Alpha's. Omegas, also known as lone wolves, have a bright shade of violet color for eyes. For those who have taken an innocent life, their eyes have been permanently changed to electric blue. Every wolf has their birth-given eye color in human form, and only glow just before the change, and throughout the time that they are in their wolf forms. ”)
Photographed Picture of Myself: Pictures of both your appearances, meaning in human form and wolf form! Do not give us drawings or an anime version of yourself. We want to see your true, beautiful/handsome face. :3 (If there is an issue, and you would rather hand draw your character, then please talk to either myself or an admin about your predicament.)
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List of Our Members and Their Characters

A Tattooed Girl :: Owner
* Genevieve Lily Devereaux :: 24-years-old :: Female :: Navy Seal :: Shape-Shifter :: Page 1
* Caidan Ryder Beckett :: 27-years-old :: Male :: Civilian :: Human :: Page 1
* Allison Riley James :: 24-years-old :: Female :: Army :: Shape-Shifter :: Page 1

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* Drake Forester :: 26-years-old :: Male :: Ex-Seal :: Human :: Page 1
* Alexander Hogsten :: 37-years-old :: Male :: Antagonist :: Shape-Shifter
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Goodbye may seem forever, farewell is like the end..
but in my heart’s a memory, and there you’ll always be...


:: Personal Information ::

Full Birth-Given Name: β€œMy full name is Genevieve Lily-Marie Devereaux.”
Preferred Name // Nickname: β€œI don’t use my real name. I go by JoJo "Rogue" Devereaux.. Genevieve Lily-Marie was the name my parents gave me and I don’t want to remember that time of my life--although a few of my brothers call me Tiger Lily. In the Navy, I am known as Petty Officer (2nd Class) Devereaux.”
Sexual Orientation & Gender: β€œI am a heterosexual female.”
Years Since My Birth: β€œJanuary 18th, 1990 is the day I was born. Sometime around 1 o'clock in the afternoon. For those of you who can't do the math, that makes me 24-years-young.”
Also Knowing: β€œI am from the Navy, and I take pride in my other family. Something that I don't really tell many people.. before the Navy, I was apprenticing to be a tattoo artist. I loved tattoos, still do. My adopted mother and father both had tattoos practically all over their body.” Oh, and the cell that I remodeled." Rogue smirks.

:: General Information ::

A Secret Told to No One: β€œI don’t really believe in letting feelings override my priority.. my job. I am dedicated to serving my country, not looking for some love-sick puppy dog.”
My One and Only Reason For Existing: β€œI don't have anyone left..”
Those Who Brought Me Into This World: β€œI’d rather not remember my parents names, but for the sake of a back story, my mother’s name was Mariah and my father’s name was Jack. I have a different last name then I had at birth.”
Those Made To Survive This World Alongside Me: β€œMy kid brother, but.. he didn't make it so far.”
Faithful Furry Companions: β€œNo, I don't have any furry friends.. just me.”

:: Other Information ::

Song That Best Describes Me: β€œA song that describes me best
Weapons Carried on My Person at All Times:
* Handgun: M11 Sig Sauer P228 (9mm)
* Assault Rifle: M4A1 SOPMOD semi-automatic with suppressor (5.56mm)
* Tactical Weapon: Benchmade Marc Lee β€œGlory” Combat Knife
Here's the Story of My Past and How I Have Survived This Long: β€œI’d rather not start off from the very beginning, but if you must know.. around the time of my 13th birthday my mother and I were having a normal β€œus” day and suddenly a car pulled up in front of the house. I had recognized it to be my father’s. My deadbeat father that no one liked, not even his own family loved him anymore. He was a drunk, and never seemed to do anything right though my mother often said I was his greatest accomplishment.” Rogue gazes down, taking in a deep breath then continuing on with her story. β€œHe had a gun and a bottle in his hand, yelling and screaming for my mother and I to come outside. To keep things short, my father was in the process of forcing me into his truck when my mom tried to interfere and pull me back when he shot her point blank in the face. Her body hit the ground with a loud thud and the sound of blood gurgling in the back of her throat echoed in my ears--a sound that still haunts me to this day. He then shoved me into the passenger side of his truck and we drove off. I was in shock for a good thirty minutes. Thirty minutes of straight driving through the backwoods of my country home, and it finally hit me. The pain was too much, and it consumed me. The emotion overwhelming me forced me to scream out in both agony and anger, and that’s when I felt it. The quickest shift I’d ever experienced, as my skin shredded and bones reformed. Where once sat a small little girl was replaced with a pure black wolf about the size of a fully grown dog. I didn’t really have time to process what had just happened, all I knew was that I could feel this new power coursing through me and it felt amazing. My anger took control and I attacked that murderous bastard. The truck ended up crashing into a tree and I flew out the front of the window, luckily not hitting anything or even getting too hurt in the process. I got up quick to race over to him who was now hanging halfway out of his open door, sinking my teeth into his shoulder and yanking him out of the driver’s seat. As I tore into him, he continuously tried to claw me off of him but to no avail. I held onto his neck until he stopped struggling, and with everything in me, I waited until I heard his ragged, struggle for a last and final breath before he finally slipped away. Once I knew for sure he was dead, I fell away brokenly and all the shock and emotion of it all was crashing down on me--there was more agonizing pain, and that’s when everything went black. I woke up in the hospital a few hours later.
Weeks later, I was put into the Foster Care System because I had no remaining family that was willing to take me in. It wasn’t long after that, that I was adopted out. I spent a few years with that family, almost all the way up until my 19th birthday. Shortly before then, I had finally decided that being a β€˜special individual’, as the government liked to refer to us in front of civilians.. I wanted to join the service. I set out on my journey to become a Navy Seal. I joined by the time I was 19, and have since been in service since. I am 24 years old now, and I don’t ever look back on my past. What’s the point of dwelling on a dark past when you can gaze into a brighter future?”
When I came up on Cook County Jail, there were a few guards and a couple of average human military among a grip of civilians.. I decided it would be a good idea to hunker down and stay safe. Having a place to rest your head at night without having someone on watch was probably the best thing. That and the hot showers-- well, showers in general, lets just leave it at that.”
How Some People Might See Me: "I'd think others would see me as a semi-quiet person, one who doesn't particularly enjoy speaking up for herself which by default makes me an excellent soldier. I am well disciplined and am a great leader, when it comes to being a SEAL. As a regular person though, it goes without saying that about 98% of the people who meet me instantly love me. I am a real people person once I warm up to someone, and am very friendly upon meeting new people but can be super shy at times as well. Once you get to know me, I'll be one of your most trusted and loyal friends. Or, at least I hope I can be. I expect a lot of myself, and put others needs before my own. I am very family-oriented when it comes to my brothers and sisters of the service. I'm definitely different. Some might even say I'm difficult. They're right, because truth of the matter is I'm complicated."
Standing Before a Mirror, I See: β€œTo be honest, I look quite young for my age. I am approximately 5’9½” tall and weigh 143.8 lbs. My body is toned and I stay in shape by running every day as soon as I wake up, and of course the training exercises that I still keep alive with Harper, even though there is no one else but the two of us to really continue on with it. My brown hair has grown fairly long in the past 8 months. I figure there really isn’t anyone I have to keep it short for, meaning superior officers, so I grew it out. It is now almost down to my lower back. I have dark brown eyes that are almost a golden brown color in the sunlight. I have straight, white teeth due to having braces as a young kid and always brushing my teeth, of course. I have a few scars under my uniform from being shot several times, and once even stabbed in the arm. That was a great day--NOT.”
Tattoos and Accessories:
* Right Side of Body: β€œI have promises to keep
and miles to go before I sleep.”

* Lower Back: To The Fallen
* Upper Back/Shoulder Blades & Right Arm: Wolves
* Chest: ”Can’t wrap your arms around a memory”
* Right Forearm: β€œNot all those who wander are lost.”
* Whole Left Side of Body: Personally Drawn Designs
The Beast Within Me: β€œMy β€˜other half’, Shadow, is approximately 4ft tall at the shoulder and weighs about a good 165 lbs or so. I have dark, pitch black fur in my wolf form and used to have yellow eyes when I was with my pack, and once the last member of them died off they turned violet for a short period of time before Harper made me his Alpha. Now my eyes glow red before I’m about to lay down a serious ass-beating.”
Photographed Picture of Myself:
When all geared up..

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:: Personal Information ::

Full Birth-Given Name: β€œMy name?....alright, but if you effing laugh I swear to god I’m going to slap the shit out of you. It’s Navarro Ethan Harper. Happy?”
Preferred Name // Nickname: β€œAnything but Navarrro. Or Nav...Only my good friend Nellie can call me that. I SUPPOSE you can call me V--IF you know me. If you don’t, it’s Staff Sergeant Harper to you.”
Sexual Orientation & Gender: β€œI’m a straight guy. Do you really need to ask my gender? Are you blind? And what’s with the orientation thing? You hitting on me or somethin’?”
Years Since My Birth: β€œIt’s been 27 years since I was born--Birth Date March 15th, 1986.”
Also Knowing: β€œWanted to join the Marine Corps since I was a kid. My dad was a Marine, my grandfather was a Marine, and goddamnit I’m a marine too--OORAH!”

:: General Information ::

A Secret Told to No One: β€œI got a crush sure. I ain’t namin’ names though. You’d be better off pullin intel outta me--so in other words, you’re fucked.”
My One and Only Reason For Existing: β€œYou laugh I swear I’ll kill you. My cat, Mila. She is one of my reasons for existing anyway. My other reason is a good friend of mine, Daniella. I call her Nellie though. If it weren’t for them two, I’d probably have said β€˜Screw This’ to the apocalypse.”
Those Who Brought Me Into This World: β€œJohn and Marissa Harper--both of whom are dead.”
Those Made To Survive This World Alongside Me: Petty Officer Second-Class Genevieve Lily-Marie Deveroux--she’s the only sister I got, my sister in arms. We met during a rather heated Joint Op--that girl is bad-fuckin’-ASS.”
Faithful Furry Companions: β€œMila is my furry companion. I’ve had this girl for about...2 years now? I bought her as a kitten to keep me company in my down time. She's my best friend--and funnily enough, has a piss ass attitude towards most people. She likes Deveroux though!"



:: Other Information ::

Song That Best Describes Me: β€œβ€˜The Ballad of Serenity’ describes me pretty damn well. I know it’s a song from a TV show, but it don’t make it less true. You can’t take the sky from me.”
Weapons Carried on My Person at All Times:
*<Assault Rifle>FN SCAR-L Mk 16 CQC [shotgun attachment and scope] (.556 mm)

*<handgun>M45 MEU SOC [Tactical Flashlight attachment] (.45 ACP)

* Combat Knife

Here's the Story of My Past and How I Have Survived This Long:
β€œSo you wanna know how I survived? You wanna know about me, a bit of who I am? Well alright then, I’ll tell you. I’m a Force Recon, born and bred--like my dad before me, and his dad before him. I still don’t know what happened to him though. He was called out on a mission, came back in a pine box--KIA, but nobody told me how. My mother was crushed, heartbroken even. Me and her, we got through it though. I was 9 and she was 37. Anyway, we were there for eachother, and with the two of us against the fuckin’ world, well….we got close. She was my best damn friend, and though I never stopped thinkin’ about dear ol’ dad, I was able to move past it insomuch as anyone CAN move past such a thing. I still wear his tags around my neck when I’m not in the field. Sort of a memory to him, ya know? They won’t let me take em in the field though, told me if I get killed they might mistake the names and serial numbers...what the fuck ever. You’d think they’d see β€œKIA” in the system and no the diff, but whatever.

Anyway, I knew when I stood lookin at that casket, watchin’ my mom stare at the flag over draped over the coffin, that I’d follow in his footsteps. That I’d do what I always knew he wanted me to do--I’d join the Marines, and I’d do him proud. EVERYTHING I do, everything I’ve done to get here where I am today, is to honor his memory. He was a do or die man, and while I still don’t know what the hell he did, I DO know he saved a lot of lives out there. And he died fighting. So if I can honor his memory, I damn sure will. *Turns gaze up to the ceiling, letting out a soft sigh* I know he’s watching me, from somewhere. And watching over me. In fact, he’s with my momma now, ya know--hand in hand. Thanks to the end of the world. She didn’t survive the infected...the walkers, the zombies, whatever the hell you call em.

*sighs again, this one much more bitter, learning head back against the chair.* That was my goddamn greatest failure. I failed my mother. I failed to keep her alive, to look out for her, like my dad always told me to. THAT is something I gotta live with. It ain’t my only failure, I’m Force Recon but I’m also human. But it was my biggest. I just hope as she’s watchin’ me from above with my dad, she forgives me for not being able to keep her alive. I umm…*swallows, hands balling into fists* I sure did a fuckin’ A job keepin’ myself alive, though. Heh, go figure that one out, yeah?

Anyway, 17 I early enlisted into the Marine Corps and I was top dog in bootcamp. *smirks a little* In fact, I got top scores in marksmanship, was told I had outstanding teamwork and leadership skills. But I’m most proud about my marksmanship. That right there--I know how to put a bullet in somethin’ and I do it well. After bootcamp I was stationed overseas--in Alaska, go figure that shit out. Everyone else, they go to Germany or bumfuck Egypt or whatever. Me? I get sent to cold ass Alaska. Don’t ask me why, cause I sure as hell don’t know, but almost nobody was happy about that one. So I was a good little Marine, followed orders, upheld the Marine code, oorah, and at 20, tried out for Force Recon--guess what? I fuckin’ made it. Training was hell, about the only tougher is Navy fuckin’ SEALs. For the record, swimming is a bitch. I didn’t grow up in no water state, so I ain’t no natural born floater, though my Drill Sergeant called me a floater several times in training. Different meanin’ though. So you might wanna know what I do, huh? I slip behind enemy lines. I collect intel, I see how many guys there are, how many gotta be killed, I sabotage if need be, I do whatever it is I’m told to do--and I get the job done. Me an’ my team, we kick ass like all Marine’s do. We’re the first ones in, we report to the cleanup crew. And sometimes we get to do some major fun BLACK shit, let me tell ya--well, better not or I’d have to cap your ass.

Now I *can* tell you how I met my best friend. She’s like a sister to me, and if somethin’ were to happen to her, I honestly don’t know how I’d take it. Not well, that’s for sure. She’s the best goddamn thing that’s happened to me--my sister in arms. She’s alright for a SEAL anyway *chuckles softly, faraway look in eyes* She’s a good girl. It was a joint-field op--SEALs were on standby waiting for OUR asses to get some intel so they could make their fuckin’ raid. Well, shit hit the fan, the damn bad-guys knew we were commin. It was a fuckin’ ambush, and my squad was getting the shit kicked out of us. Navy SEALs to the rescue. Petty Officer Second-Class Genevieve Lily-Marie Deveroux….she saved my sorry ass that day. Took a goddamn bullet to the ass--the ASS I tell ya. I was limpin’ tryin to hightail it out of there with my squad, got cornered by 5 fuckin guys, shootin’ at me--cut off from my boys and fuck. Then I hear the sound of an M4, I see two of the bastards go down, meanwhile I’m in hand to hand combat with another of em--WITH A SHOT-UP ASS! Deveroux comes storming out of nowhere, throws her knife at one of the other guys about to cap me while I’m fighting his buddy, and then shoots his friend. I snapped the SOB’s neck that was fighting me, and she helped haul me to safety. If she hadn’t been there that day, I’d have been fucked. From that moment on, she and I were best of friends--always stayed in contact, wrote letters, sent emails, talked on the phone. Spent time together in our downtime--when we were in the same area.

As fortune would have it, we’d meet again shortly after the outbreak. Ironically enough, it was another joint op too. Only shit hit the fan (doesn’t it always?). Long miserable story cut short, there was a zombie mob, a few fuckups, and she and I were one of few survivors. Another few fuckups and bad luck, it was just me, her, Mila, and Daxx. We decided it was for the best if we formed our own pack--and I got the one scar I go out of my way to show off--the one on my hand. She bit fucking HARD though, let me tell ya...felt like I got shot. That girl plays *rough* *gives a small wink and a smirk.* Anyway, we eventually found Cook County prison, and decided to play the good guys, helpin defend the civilians. Ain’t we special? Seriously though, it’s what we did before the outbreak, so hell...ain’t much diff except most of the world has gone to shit. You wanted to know earlier who my secret crush was? if you can’t guess after this story, you’re deaf or fuckin’ stupid. Take your pick.

How Some People Might See Me:

β€œHow some people see me huh? Shit, I don’t know. I’m Recon and we are used to bein’ pretty quiet. I don’t talk TOO much, but I’m sociable. I think people see me that way. I don’t think they’d see me as the majorly outgoing type but I’m no pariah either. I DO think people see me as the tough guy, Alpha dog that most Spec-Ops are. They don’t realize that we Recon guys avoid combat most of the time. Anyway, I think people see me as competitive, a team player, a leader. Wouldn’t be Spec Ops if I wasn’t, would I?

Standing Before a Mirror, I See:

β€œSo in other words you want to know what I look like. That’s fine, but there IS a picture...oh you want both?? Is this some kinda psych test or somethin’? OH give me the inkblots! I LOVE the inkblots! I once saw a….*coughs, clearing through* Nevermind. Onto my looks, right. So I am pretty effing short for a guy--about 5’9.” I’ve got brown eyes, short cropped brown hair (we ain’t called Jarheads for nothing), and...shit, what else can I tell you? A few tattoos. I’ll show you some of those too. I’m Marine to the CORPS baby! Of course I got tats! I’ve got a wolf tattoo oh shit hang on

The Beast Within Me:



β€œMy wolf, I jokingly call him Snowball, stands at about 4’3” and weighs in at around 170 lbs--maybe a bit more. To be honest, never decided to weigh myself in wolf form….might be kinda fun to do, if I can find a working scale. Anyway, description--yeah. Got sidetracked there. I have orange eyes--I’m the right hand to Deveroux, after all. Heh, she’s definitely the Alpha though. I may be a bit bigger and outweigh her...but that doesn’t mean much. She is one tough wolfie! Got kinda sidetracked again, didn’t I? So, all white fur, orange eyes, and some mean fuckin’ teeth. Don’t get on my bad side, yeah?”

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:: Personal Information ::

Full Birth-Given Name: β€œMy name is Lucinda Julianne Clarke.”
Preferred Name // Nickname: β€œI’ve gone by many names. You’re lucky to learn my real name, you know. Anyway, call me Cinda--I *hate* Luci.”
Sexual Orientation & Gender: β€œI’m a bisexual female--one reason I made such a great spy. I knew how to play both sides….”
Years Since My Birth: β€œMarch 10th, 1981. I’m 33.”
Also Knowing: β€œI’ve done fieldwork for the CIA for years; I’ve gone by many names, seen a lot of places. And yet, I’ve no place to call home.”

:: General Information ::

A Secret Told to No One: β€œI don’t have one.”
My One and Only Reason For Existing: β€œSimply put, I want to survive as long as I can. Who knows, maybe I’ll find my sister one day--if she’s still alive.”
Those Who Brought Me Into This World: β€œGrew up in an orphanage with my sis. I don’t know my birth parents. Never was adopted, either.”
Those Made To Survive This World Alongside Me: β€œI have my sister...well, maybe. If she wasn’t killed by the zombies...her name is Marissa Leanne Clark.”
Faithful Furry Companions: β€œSadly, I never owned any pets. The Orphanage didn’t allow them, and my life as a spook was too unpredictable for that.”

:: Other Information ::

Song That Best Describes Me: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4yUM1kVg40c
β€œOut of the Shadow” by Iron Maiden describes me pretty well...and all of us living in these times.”

Weapons Carried on My Person at All Times:

* MP5SD (9mm)

*Five-SeveN with Tactical knife and silencer (5.7Γ—28mm)

*LHR Combat Knife


Here's the Story of My Past and How I Have Survived This Long:

β€œMy training, pure and simple. Not to undermine my wolfish secret or anything, but I’ve spent a lot more time in human form. I know how to survive. I’ve been trained to infiltrate, to slip into a country with zero support, do what I have to do, and slip out without anyone even knowing I was there. Of course, I also have training in more...violent measures for survival. I used to be a member of the Army--four years later, I was in Delta-Force; i was the first woman to ever be recruited by the group. After serving in Delta doing various counter-terrorism ops, among other more β€œblack” projects, the CIA recruited me. I spent a few years at Quantico, was trained in The Farm, and I became a working Field Agent. You might wonder what I did, what my missions where...let’s just say, I’ve killed my fair share of people. It’s a wonder my eyes aren’t blue….

I don’t talk much about my past beyond that. I grew up in an orphanage with my sister. You wanna know what happened to my parents, well...you’re asking the wrong girl. My sis might’ve told you, but I won’t. They’re dead, that’s all that matters. I got along well enough in the orphanage though, just me and Rissa, as I called her. We weren’t the most popular where we grew up, got picked on by the other children. We never did get adopted--and my sister, being a year older than I am, left the orphanage first. When I was able to leave at 18, I managed to find her, she kept close tabs on me, even kept in contact. Soon as I was able to leave, I spent about 3 months living with Marissa….and then I joined the Army.

From there, well...it was the usual stuff. Excelled in bootcamp, made promotions rather quickly, ended up seeing combat in Iraq, proved myself...was offered a spot in Delta, and accepted...then operated in various ops around the world. Believe it or not, I was a sniper for the Delta Force, and those are some top spots. Yeah, I was that good a shot. Anyways, I was later recruited, as I said, but the CIA where I learned...other things. More covert things...Anyway, my last mission was in Afghanistan where I was...well I can’t tell you that. But I was overseas in the sandbox, only not as a soldier. I was dark, if I got caught, government would deny that they even knew my name. I’d completed my mission, and came home just in time to witness the end of the world. Of course, my sis never knew what I did, she thought I was army Spec-ops. Had to tell her that, she wasn’t even allowed to know I was Delta Force, let alone involved in the CIA as a spook. After the outbreak, I tried to find Rissa, but she wasn’t at home. All I saw was blood. So much blood...could’ve been walker blood, I suppose. Might’ve been hers too. I don’t know.

Ever since I saw the inside of her house that day...I wasn’t the same. The one person left on the planet I cared about, probably dead. I vowed to find out what happened to her though. Every time I kill a walker, I look at their face first, just to be sure. JUST to know if it’s her or not. I wonder what I’d do, if I found my sis among the walking dead...could I do it...could I end her life again? I hope it doesn’t come to that...

How Some People Might See Me: β€œI’m dedicated, loyal, and short. I don’t hesitate to do what I have to to finish a mission. Any mission. Back when I was a field agent, before all this shit went down, I was one of the best. That’s not me being a narcissist, that’s me being honest. When it comes to survival, I do what has to be done. And I will do *whatever* I have to do, to find my sister. I just hope she’s still alive, and not one of...of them…”

Standing Before a Mirror, I See: β€œI’m rather pale skinned and I have very light blue eyes. My hair is short and black, not quite down to my shoulders. I often cover the bottom of my face whenever I walk; makes my breathing harder to hear and I don’t like people knowing who I am. Call it old habits. I’ve lived my life in the black, hiding my identity, blending in. Had to, or my sister would’ve been killed by some fucking asswipe terrorist a long time ago...I’m not overly tall, either, only about 5’ 4” and I weigh in at about 130.

The Beast Within Me: β€œMy beast, if you insist on calling her that, has bright violet eyes, grey and white fur, and is rather small for a wolfie, standing at 3’ 11” at the shoulders. I call her, Verelle...



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**Thats what im wearing^^ Along with black tinted goggles.**
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Full Birth-Given Name: Drake Forester
Preferred Name // Nickname: Drake
Sexual Orientation & Gender: Male, Heterosexual
Years Since My Birth: I am 26 years old, my birthday is June 14th.
Also Knowing:
I'm an Ex-Seal and was apart of the evacuation team for Miami. Everyone knows we weren't that successful. Unlike alot of Ex-military, I've accepted defeat, and have dropped all the military lingo. My personal treasures are Rosie, my German Shepard. My Aviators I wear when relaxing. The necklace I always wear, even though it is a bit girly, and a friends pistol that I've borrowed....

:: General Information ::

A Secret Told to No One: "I havent seen a living person in..forever."
My One and Only Reason For Existing: "Does Rosie count?"
Those Who Brought Me Into This World: Bryan and Brooke Forester...God bless their souls
Those Made To Survive This World Alongside Me: I had some.......Devin my older brother (Little known fact, Devin is still alive!) and *sighs* Sarah.
Faithful Furry Companions:

:: Other Information ::

Song That Best Describes Me: "Has to be Hard to Breath by B.O.B."
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Here's the Story of My Past and How I Have Survived This Long:
"You want my story? Go to hell- Oh wait, forgot we are already here. You wanna story? I'll give you mine."

**Switched writing to third person**
Born and Raised in Oklahoma, Drake was the quarterback for his high school team, The South Moore Lions. After high school, he attempted to head to college to play for the Sooners, but hurt his leg in the process, causing him to have an occasional pain in my knee, which he have to take pills for once it begins hurting. Instead, he joined the military a year before the outbreak, and was a Navy Seal, which surprisingly helped his leg a lot. As the years progressed, he moved to Miami, and that’s when the outbreak started. He was the leader of a small group to battle the undead so the survivors could leave the city. The last project was to escort some civilians to the airport, but two herds trapped us on the road. He managed to get a group of his men and survivors into a Starbucks. He turned his back to the window, he was trying to keep some civilians calm, and an infected jumped through the window, sending some glass down my back, cutting through my clothes. He would've been bitten if it wasnt for his best friend, Dylan, who killed the fucking creature. Him, Dylan, Two girls and their Mom, along with their dog all escaped into a military jeep, and survived for a few weeks and finally the girls were killed by some raiders. Dylan, Drake, and Rosie, the dog, all headed to Oklahoma where Drake found out my sister was trapped in New York. Dylan promised to protect his family, and he headed to New York to find his sister.

He managed to convince a helicopter pilot to fly him in, who hovered over a building, gazing over the city. A bandit shot through the window, killing the pilot and sending the helicopter to the ground. The copter got caught in telephone wires, and slammed into a building were Drake and Rosie escaped through the hole in the wall. The two made their way to Citi Field, where the safe location was held, with a horde on their tails. Drake battled the undead protecting his sister inside, when a police helicopter flew infront of the field, blowing a hole into the defenses of the military barricade, letting the undead inside. Retreating to find his sister, Drake found her, bleeding from the throat. An undead attacked her as she saved a childs life. Drake blamed himself, and nearly killed himself if it wasnt for Allie's pistol, and Rosie of course. Instead, Drake headed towards Oklahoma once again, this time finding the Safe Area evacuated. He found a notice that the safe zone was evacuated to a aircraft carrier, and was docked off of Texas. He found a list of safe zones, some checked marked "Evacuated" and others with an X stating "Gone". He choosed to make his way to the Cook County Jail in Chicago.

How Some People Might See Me:
Normally, I am normally in an alright mood. You know happy, observant, and head strong. I am normally joking, unless stressed or thinking about something. I hold a grudge, and am hardly forgiving. The angriest I get is once someone mentions my younger sister, Sarah. Lately Ive been....... on edge. I can tell it myself.

Standing Before a Mirror, I See:
I stand at 6’7, light blue eyes, short brown hair, spiked up in the front. I have a muscular body, a scar across my arm. I’ve fail to keep my beard short, so it is rugged, longer than I like it, and prickly. I have a painful looking scar across my back. I've got no tattoo's, was gonna get one before the world went to hell, but never got around to it.
The Beast Within Me: N/A
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Of course, accepted. :) Good to see you, my friend <3 :D
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Glad to see you :D Gonna have a swell time with this roleplay :D

You would't mind if I made a second character correct?
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Glad to see you :D Gonna have a swell time with this roleplay :D You would't mind if I made a second character correct?


Haha no not at all! I actually would prefer people have two, but am totally cool with just one :)
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Full Birth-Given Name: Alexander Hogsten
Preferred Name // Nickname: Mr. President
Sexual Orientation & Gender: "I'm male. Really? It's a zombie apocalypse and your asking if I'm gay or straight? I'm obviously straight, so don't you even think other wise."
Years Since My Birth: 37
Also Knowing: Mr. President is the outcome of insanity in a zombie apocalypse. He has problems determining what is real and fiction. His past was a tough one, being raised as a Mercenary was hard work, even harder surviving till the age of 37. His nick name comes from an old joke about how he should've run for president before the outbreak happened.

:: General Information ::

A Secret Told to No One: "I suppose my revolver counts?"
My One and Only Reason For Existing: "Shotty"
Those Who Brought Me Into This World: "Sarah and Marshall, God curse their souls."
Faithful Furry Companions:


:: Other Information ::

Song That Best Describes Me: " Monster By Skillet"
Weapons Carried on My Person at All Times:



Here's the Story of My Past and How I Have Survived This Long:

How Some People Might See Me:
"I've been alone since the apocalypse, so I've grown antisocial, so I'm judging that I'm quiet. In the past I had large anger problems, so im sure those are still there. I have a bit of an unfair and cruel side, just don't get on my wrong side. People used to like me once they got to know me, but lately I havent kept them around long enough."

Standing Before a Mirror, I See: " Around 6'2, 210 pounds I am muscular, but im not beefed up. My legs are the strongest part of my body, so they are wide. My arms are and chest are on alright size. My eyes are green, my skin white, bruised, and scarred. Most of that is probably from past battles. My hair is kept short, and my beard is left trimmed.


The Beast Within Me:
"Around 4'5 and 180 pounds, my eyes were a red, but are now a dark electric blue. I keep my claws sharp, and my wit sharper. In this form of myself, you can call me Timber.
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may I join kind sirs?
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may I join kind sirs?


*ma'am..
Yeah, you can join, just be sure you character(s) is detailed
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Sure thing manapool1--just fill out a CS :)

WOW, she ninja'd me! GABBY YOU NINJA!!!! XD
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Sure thing manapool1--just fill out a CS :)WOW, she ninja'd me! GABBY YOU NINJA!!!! XD


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Where'd all the wolfeh's go?? :( :(

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Aroo? ._.
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Sorry Lone. Dropping the RP. Personal reasons. Do whatever tf you wanna do with my chars, Gabby, idc.
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@A Tattooed Girl Hey! I just came here from the interest check, pretty damn interested. I'll start writing a character sheet.
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@Wade Wilson We will actually be starting the RP in a new thread, but feel free to PM me your character! We will be trying to get at least one to two more members!
btw.. nice name.. I <3 DP (:
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