[OOC] The Walking Dead: The Journey North [Chapter I]

[Anvil]

Ah ok. I did read the rules, I just didn't understand the number business. I assumed it was some kind of reference that I didn't get...

[AliceZaru]

<3 I put 69 on it <3

[tchtkrmkc]

When does this rp start already??????????????????

[Anvil]

I don't know. Whenever the original poster starts it...

[Anvil]

Oh and there are still a few people that need accepting or rejecting... I'm gunna assume free step hasn't been on recently...

[Wintergrey]

I'm going to make a new character since I don't like the old one. I dont think I can play him well.

[Anvil]

If you say so... I think we should cut down on the child and teen characters though XD we are gunna have a tonne of Lizzy's and carls at this rate. I'm a real situation, kids would never be given any power in the group what so ever XD

[Wintergrey]

nah she's gunna be in her 20's

[TheDoug850]

Anvil said
If you say so... I think we should cut down on the child and teen characters though XD we are gunna have a tonne of Lizzy's and carls at this rate. I'm a real situation, kids would never be given any power in the group what so ever XD

Hey, an athletic Eagle Scout with all sorts of wilderness survival supplies, and that is an expert on surviving in the wilderness who also has his own three melee weapons that he knows how to use would be able to hold his own and have some sort of power, even if he is a teenager. Especially when he definitely has more supplies than every one else in the group combined, and probably has more experience in the outdoors too. Just saying.

[RumikoOhara]

LOL More supplies, you need to read Karen's CS because as a Doctor she's quite well outfitted

Sorry, I don't have a problem with the eagle scout j supplies thing was funny

[Anvil]

I meant younger teens, say 14 years and under. Your character doesn't really count as they are almost 18. Leadership is more likely to fall to people of 20 above. My example would be glen from the show. He is probably the youngest adult, and he isn't given much control over group decisions and stuff. He is still respected by everyone, and he plays a valuable role, but it's not into any form of decision making. I meant more the people that have 8 and 12 year old characters. It's nothing against your character, it's just how things generally happen.

[Anvil]

I'm just saying, we have 3 people under 13 atm.

[The_JumperV2]

69

Name: Alex Matthews

Age: 31

Height: Six foot two

Weight: 187

Equipment:

1-Police flashlight
2-Cans of green beans
1-Hunting pack
4-extra flashlight batteries
1-roll-up sleeping bag

Weapons:

Glock 19

Gerber Gator Machete Pro

Marlin XS7

Previous Occupation: Farm-Hand

Appearance:

Bio: Alex was a young man who was on his way to work at a farm that he helped out frequently when the outbreak started. Once he arrived at the farm house he was working for that day the old man who owned the farm was boarding up the windows while his wife and grandchildren cowered in the living room. Alex's car pulled up next to the man and he was told the news of the outbreak. Two weeks went by with no word of what has happened so Alex took his truck and drove out to the city where it was utter chaos. Noticing the raiding and looting of the stores Alex got out of his truck to try and get food and supplies for the family. All he found was a police flashlight on the ground by the appliance store and a empty glock 19. He took the gun and the flashlight and headed back on the long drive back to the farmhouse. When Alex returned he found the house destroyed and several gruesome corpses on the floor. The two things he could get were the farmers rifle and a sleeping bag. After this Alex spent most of the last two years driving until the car he found ran out of gas. He eventually was stopped by a group of bandits who thought that Alex was harmless. When the bandits opened his car they were immediately shot. That was when Alex fully realized how f***ed he was and how f****ed the world was. He took the supplies from the bandits and latter found his way into a small town where he found his machete and many other supplies. At the end of one and a half years Alex found the group that he has been with since. When the idea to travel to Canada was proposed Alex was one of the first to jump at the chance for perfect sanctuary.

[Anvil]

(Just wondering, should we stop accepting apps soonish? We are getting a steady flow of them and the gm is still inactive...

[Anvil]

We have 15 characters at current total (if everybody gets accepted) that's quite a lot.

[RumikoOhara]

Most people who apply for RP don't even post half the time

Oh and here's a ittle something for the kids

Life’s gonna suck when you grow up,
When you grow up, when you grow up
Life’s gonna suck when you grow up,
It sucks pretty bad right now.

Hey! If you know the words, Sing along!

You’re gonna hafta mow the lawn,
Do the dishes, make your bed.
You’re gonna hafta go to school until you’re seven-teen.
It’s gonna seem about three times as long as that

You might have to go to war, shoot a gun, kill a nun.
You might have to go to war, when you get out of school.
Hey cheer up kids, it gets a lot worse.

You’re gonna hafta deal with stress
Deal with stress, deal with stress.
You’re gonna be a giant mess
When you get back from the war.

Santa Clause does not exist, and there’s no Easter Bunny,
You’ll find out when you grow up, that Big Bird isn’t funny.
(funny, funny, hahahahaha!)

Life’s gonna suck when you grow up,
When you grow up, when you grow up
Life’s gonna suck when you grow up,
It sucks pretty bad right now.

You’re gonna end up smoking crack, on your back, face the fact.
You’re gonna end up hooked on smack, and then you’re gonna die.

And then you’re gonna die-ie-ie-ie-ie.

[AliceZaru]

RumikoOhara said
Most people who apply for RP don't even post half the timeOh and here's a ittle something for the kids

Thats really..really..fucked up .-.

[Wintergrey]

That's actually really freakn funny. I laughed at that.

[RumikoOhara]

The Truth hurts

[Wintergrey]

69 please ignore my first character. This is the one I will be using for this RP.

Name: Astrid Bones

Age: 23

Height: 5' 10"

Weight: 135

Equipment: - Large school backpack with plenty of pockets
- Several t-shirts
- extra pair of jeans
- 1 half-empty lighter
- duck-tape
- one time use light-stick
- small tarp
- stuff stack blanket
- 2 large full water bottles
- 20 foot coil of thick paracord

Weapons: - Astrid engineered her own weapon. It is consisting of a steel rake with the head broken off, clipped to a survival knife that she found in some garage, so it looks like a spear. The knife can become unattached if needed.

Previous Occupation: Lived at home with her parents and younger sister. She worked at one of the local diners.

Appearance: Astrid wears a tang-top and jeans. Her tang-top is covered with a grey zip-up hoodie. She has a piercing through the top of her left ear, much like a pirate. Of course she also has piercings in her earlobes. Her shoes are black Nike running shoes.

Bio:
Astrid grew up in a small home in a small neighbourhood with her mom, dad, and younger sister. Her parents were very religious. So much to the point were he father would beat her for using the lords name in vain. Despite everything she had been raised to believe in she still never believed in God. Though she couldn't never bring herself to admit it out-loud to her parents.

When the outbreak occurred, her parents could barely keep themselves together. Her father especially couldn't. He raved at how this was God's punishment for the terrible things people had done. He told all of them while they were hiding in the house from Walkers that he believed their only salvation would be to kill themselves. He would start with his wife and then kill his children before moving onto himself.

After saying this, the whole family froze. This was too far even for her mom. She started to protest, but before the words could get out of her mouth her father brought up his shotgun and her head exploded on the back wall. Screams broke out from her sisters and her own mouth. They both couldn't believe their father would do something like that.

Turning towards the two of them, he reached out to pull her little sister away from her. Screaming again, Astrid tried to resist him, pulling her back. Reaching over his younger daughter Astrid's father shoved her back. Covering her head so that she wouldn't have to see her little sister die, she put her hands over her ears awaiting the inevitable.

There was a loud bang followed by her fathers slow steps towards her. Looking up fearfully she scrambled away. He was covered in blood, the blood of her family. Astrid bumped against something and quickly looked behind her. It was their front door. Jumping to her feet, she whipped open the door. Tripping over her own feet to get away, Astrid didn't realize that she had run right into a walker. She ran so hard into it that the both collapsed onto the ground, her ontop.

Rolling off of the Walker, as it struggled beneath her, she skinned her knee on the gravel. She pushed herself up onto her feet just as she saw her dad step out of the house. He glanced around quickly placing her before raising the gun. There was no where she could run fast enough. closing her eyes Astrid waited for the inevitable. The small click immediately followed by the bang, and then her death.

But she didn't. She didn't hear that small click. Opening her eyes she saw the Walker she had stumbled into ripping into her fathers neck. Backing away quickly she watched as her father reached out a hand towards her. A hand for help. Turning away Astrid began to run away. She couldn't bear to look at her father anymore. All she could hear was a gurgle from the blood stuck in her father's throat as he died.

After that Astrid traveled the country looking for safe haven, for a group that would show her kindness, and support her. Or just one that didn't want to rape her and leave her for the dead. She had run into too many of those.

Two years after the outbreak, Astrid was walking through the forest. She was completely lost. She had picked up some supplies from the last town, but was forced to run because of a hoard. Picking her way over a log, she stumbled and fell. Struggling to get up she saw a man with a gun aimed on her. Astrid raised a hand to show that she was friendly, but the man must have mistaken it as a hungry hand. The bullet tore through her right shoulder.

Screaming out in pain she collapsed on the ground. The man, realizing his mistake, ran off through the forest, swearing profusely. In and out of conciousness Astrid struggled to her feet and blearily made her way through the forest. Her shoulder hurt so bad that she had to slip off backpack strap and tangtop strap. This way the wound was exposed and nothing was irritating it. With her left hand pressed to the wound to slow the bleeding, Astrid made her way out of the forest.

Finally Astrid made it to a small house in the middle of the plains. She tried calling out for help, but her voice caught in her throat. She was to dehydrated to make a noise. Dragging her backpack on the ground, with her clothes covered in blood, torn and falling off she struggled onto the porch. Collapsing onto the deck she raised a weak arm and attempted to pound on the door. The pounding came out as a reach tap. Then sleep came and claimed her, dragging her from this world and into the next.

She passed out there were she was later found and rejuvenated to near full health. At this point she can raise her arm to a 90 degree angle, but no farther. She probably won't be able to ever elevate it much more.