[OOC] The Walking Dead: Los Angeles

[Dixie Fiend]

I'm here. I was planning on tumbling into the group after the day had gone by. I'll begin wrapping up Mark's evening now, may take me half an hour or so.

[Nallore]

Just got home i'll be posting soon.

[Wired]

Conell is officially ready to meet up with the group. :)

[Wired]

Hmm, wondering whether Conell should run up on them in this cluster fuck of a situation or wait a little longer...

[StuartM]

Wait until we are on the road mate

[Midna-Phobia]

Would I be able to join?

[StuartM]

Post a character sheet and yeah, also read the other character sheets 👌

[Midna-Phobia]

Name: Raven Victora Sutter
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Family: Mother, Father, Brother all unknown. Boyfriend; deceased

Personality: Raven was a very fun-loving kind and compassionate girl before all of this started, where she always thought about others first and put their needs before her own, though this often led to people taking advantage of her kind-hearted nature, especially once the outbreak happened. Since then she has become colder, less led by her emotions. She doesn’t trust easily and keeps mostly to herself and is unwilling to put her life on the line, or risk it for others. If she thinks someone is an immediate threat to her life she will put them down, living or otherwise. If they present a potential to be a liability later down the track she is very likely to either move on or remove the problem. However, as the saying goes a leopard can’t change its spots.

Bio: Growing up Raven was taught hunting, tracking, camping and survival skills at a very young age by her father, who had wanted a boy. So when her brother came along, when Raven had turned six, he became the centre of their father’s world. She tried for the next eight years to earn her father’s respect and admiration and shunned all of the lessons in being a wife her mother tried to teach her and surpassed her brother in everything they were taught mostly to being so much older. But it didn’t matter to him. At fourteen she ran away from home and joined a travelling circus.

There she found everything she’d learned proved to be almost useless except for horse riding and archery. However she quickly took to most of the things taught to her and became quite skilled in almost all of the traits, eventually getting her own act as a trick pony rider who shot targets. She even had a long term boyfriend, Tyler, who ended up becoming her partner. The circus had been travelling to Los Angeles when the outbreak occurred.

When the outbreak occurred she took her horse, her bow, as many arrows as she could carry and fled with Tyler, the pair making their first stop at a camping outlet where they picked up a lightweight tent, water and any other camping supplies they could get their hands on. He died trying to save her from a group they met a week into the outbreak who had been attempting to kill him, rape then kill her and steal their horses and equipment. He had managed to take out two of the four before he’d gone down and she’d taken out the last two.

It was at that point she’d lost all hope in humanity and decided she didn’t need anyone else, that she could survive on her own. However Raven suffers from a naturally low immune system, meaning that no matter how much she doesn’t want to have to rely on others she had to. She got really sick and a new group took her in, raised her back to full health. They had been attacked by a group of walkers a few days later and her first act had been to get on her horse and ride off, leaving them to their fate.

She is currently on the road once again, trying to make her way out into the countryside, maybe the mountains. Anywhere remote enough that humans and, hopefully, walkers couldn’t make it out to.

Job Before The Outbreak: Circus acrobat
Disability/Fear: Naturally low immune system.
Weapon of Choice: Bow and Arrow

[Merbella]

Woo more girls! I was starting to get worried we were gonna get overrun by boys (says the girl with the male main character haha)

[Dixie Fiend]

I thought this RP revolved around surviving, and zombies though... Not cheesy teenage romances... Lol..

[Merbella]

Well what's the point of surviving without love hu? <3

[Wired]

It must be love, love, love.

[Wintergrey]

"If its habitat is not sufficiently favorable, or nurturing, the cell will choose immortality, in other words, self-sufficiency and self management. On the other hand, if the habitat is favorable, they will choose to reproduce — that way, when they die, they hand essential information and knowledge to the next cell, which hands it down to the next cell, and so on. Thus knowledge and learning are handed down, through time."

The point of survival quoted from Morgan Freeman in the movie Lucy.

[Dixie Fiend]

Prepare for the greatest application we've ever seen.

[FiSHYHD]

Character Name:
Lola Eleanor Bean.

Character Age:
24

Character Appearance:
Lola Bean is just Lola Bean; with dark hair usually run through with a flat-iron to get the unusual kink of wayward curl free from the coil-y bound waves of frizzy hair-hell, decorated by grown out highlights, giving the improper illusion of naturally, sun-kissed hair. Big hazel eyes, rimmed by thick lashes and dark-circles, exposing the sullen exhaustion of a long night prior to being woken by a slew of birds outside a bedroom window before the sun can meet those grassy hills of morning.

Lola Bean's pride and joy are her eyebrows, though anxiety provokes her to pluck the tiny hairs into a shape that sometimes makes it seem like she's asking you a silent question, her least favourite is the splash of uneven freckles that dot her cheeks and nose. She has no real reason for it, she just does and sighs when she finds a new one every summer.

Lola Bean is of average height and size, she wasn't meant for Hollywood, all though the dream lingered like the sour aftertaste of burnt coffee.

Character Gender:
Female.

Family Relations:
Rachel Bean: Missing, assumed deceased.
Katherine Bean: MIA.
Father-Unknown: Deceased.

Character Personality:
Lola Bean, a former Toddler in Tiara turned Beauty Queen, the retro drab queen of the trailer park and the sassiest sass-muffin on the block. More painted then a celeb-u-taunt during the Oscars; a woman not afraid to file her perfectly done manicured nails into claws. Born and raised with little but always dreamt of more, vanity isn't just skin deep, it's right down to a Starbucks groomed soul.

Lola Bean is a survivor, morality can be questionable at the best of times and with an unusual love for the colour pink she follows the mantra of the three F's, a tough cookie with a soft middle.

Biography:
Lola Eleanor Bean is the oldest Daughter to Rachel Bean. At first, life could have been considered picture perfect, her mother who always seemed a few shades away from being the absolute housewife– to those hot-ironed rolls stacked in her hair to the way she'd make lunches for them before school, to her father who would work long hours, briefly patting them on the head when he arrived home from the office, a younger sister to dress up, despite only being fourteen months apart in age. Life was shattered when her father decided he'd had enough of her mother's nature and decided to run off with a woman– Lola never did know the specifics of who her father "ran off with", just that he'd gotten himself a new wife, and a new family and had no need for the old one. Lola couldn't blame him, after living with her mother as long as she had she couldn't fault her father for wanting to get out and never wanting to come back.

If there was anything about Rachel Bean, it was her need to be the original copy, the very best and her daughters were nothing more then the low-class carbon copies of herself. From boyfriends to husbands both Lola and Katherine got a full understanding early-on that not everyone was meant to be a parent, least of all one who cared more about their well-being then the lives of their children.

At the age of sixteen Lola Bean dropped out, trying to make her way in the world, only to fail and go back, much to her mother's pleasure and the months that followed of smugness, and the trailer park really never was the same after that, those pink flamingo's looked on with judgement in their painted on eyes. It drove Lola Bean insane.

Once she was old enough to try again, and once she had enough education to pack up her tiny life in her beat up 1960 Cadillac Deville– her pride and joy, she hit the road. Lola Bean lived in her car, what few jobs she managed to get she spent those pay checks on a tiny laptop, mooching off wifi in local coffee shops that didn't shoo her away, showers at the local gym who didn't realise she lived in her car and as she drove from place to place, further and further away from her life she eventually forced away contact with both sister and mother.

Eventually, Lola Bean found herself in Los Angeles, the city of fallen angels, there she settled in– a hovel to hide from her past, passive-aggressive and guilt-filled when in contact with either her sister or mother. She found her passion, writing– specifically as a low-key columnist by the name of Miss A, giving advice to women and their problems.

It was here she found the apocalypse, which greeted her with open arms, rotted teeth and scratching nails.

Job Prior to the Break-Out:
Columnist-Writer for Women: Alias being Miss A.

Disability or Fear:
Lola Bean has a series of triggers, more of which can become a heavy hindrance; generally created by being groomed to react a certain way under particular circumstances. One being unable to control the instances around her– having control stripped or forced from her hands, it can lead to both anxiety and neurotic based tendencies, such as plucking at her brows, chewing the skin around her lips or full blown anxiety attacks which can cause hyperventilating and prevention of movement, where her mind and body seem to shut down until she's able to calm down and move.
Another is a fear of dark, tight places, claustrophobia as it were.

Weapon:
An aluminium baseball bat, for now. It's unrealistic to use such a weapon to beat back a horde, but enough to get away and pound some heads in until she's able to get her hands on something more... zombie-based productive.

"Terminus"

[StuartM]

They both have a point - Merbella and Wired. Love is another way of understanding hope, and what's the point in continuing to live in hell if you have no hope of positivity? More understandable as, what's the point of fighting to survive with nothing to fight for ? You need something to fight for. And love is something that can strive you to survive. What's the point in living without hope? So yes. Thats why there are romances. Not cheesy teenager romances. Romances that keep you alive. You need something to survive for. How about them apples?

[Dixie Fiend]

Yeah, yeah, but these are some stretched answers. I never said romances are wrong, or unusual in a zombie-apocalypse setting, the thing that I find unusual is that almost everyone is making relatively clear efforts to pursue a romance. And almost everyone is also playing near-perfect looking characters that are generously beautiful, lol, which makes their OOC efforts more forward.

Hope can spring from anything, and whatever anyone chooses to believe in. It doesn't necessarily mean people need to feel hope from love and strive to pair up despite the chaos, immediately at least.

And personally, the socialization and pursuing of a romance feels more like a cheesy teenage romance in this situation than anything else - seeing as that I can bet that people who just met each other will be claiming love and sucking face within a week or two in-character, having really awkward intimate encounters, and more lol.

But, even as what I said might not be warranted, don't take it to heart. I'm not here to boss anyone around or tell them how they need to RP, I feel it's less of what justifies romance, and more of following the rules(the rule of, have fun) and being courteous of other Roleplayers. Sorry if I spoke out-of-line before.

[Wired]

Nice character FiSHY!

Some good points Plasma, I've yet to be in a Walking Dead RP where romance wasn't a prevalent factor strangely enough. Apparently the apocalypse makes people really want to bone. Anyway, no worries with Conell and cheesy romances. He's way, way to mentally unstable to support someone else properly.

[Nallore]

Fishy and Midna accepted and I literally just woke up I'll be posting in a few minutes.

[Dixie Fiend]

Lol, it seems most of us are on the same sleep schedule xP