[OOC] Of Mice and Men and Zombies

[Irisity]

Sorry I haven't been around! I'm making a character now :)

[Mr_pink]

Interested in this, might have an app up later.

[Irisity]

Name:

Lisa Ingrid (though she goes by Ellie)

Age: 16

Appearance:

Ellie is a small girl at only 5'4" with a petite frame. She has a round blue eyes and dark brown hair (usually up in braid-buns or just braids). She has a button nose and thin lips with chubby cheeks. Freckles line her arms and her neck. She has a slight limp to her left foot from an occurrence in New York. She's small enough to reach into tiny spaces and has tiny wrist and hands that can squeeze into small places as well. She, sadly, has a resting bitchface and tends to avoid staring at people or gazing on accident.

Personality:

Ellie is generally quiet and keeps to herself. She likes to keep herself busy and goes mad if she can't find anything to do. Whenever she can, she studies her English. She's a hard worker and sucks up to the boss whenever she can, because she knows she'll need to. On the outside, she looks like a shy little girl ready for a husband to swoop her off her feet, but she clawed her way to America and to survive in this country and to this job and she isn't about to throw all her hard labor away for a marriage. Ellie is a sly and she knows it. She doesn't obviously manipulate people; she's low key about it. She wasn't always like that, though. Back in Germany, she was a sweet little girl. Though she is not against throwing others under the bus for her betterment, she does hesitate to maim or kill. She avoids the men as much as possible, and when she is around them, she does her best not to speak or imitate a southern accent, for fear they might attack her for being German.

History:

Ellie was born in 1918 as the war was coming to a close and Germany was quickly withering under the glare of the Allies. Her mother died during childbirth and for the first two years of her life she lived with her aunt, but her father came home from the war soon enough to raise her. Though he was a former soldier, he did not believe in killing and taught these beliefs to his daughter very early on. As the German economy wrecked under the supervision of the Versailles treaty, things became harder and harder for their little family. Ellie's father would try to gamble in money for them but lost it more than half the time. Finally deciding that Germany was no place for Ellie in 1930, her father taught her English and sent her away to America in 1933 to look for American family. He knew she would be shunned for her nationality, but with bread costing over a thousand notes a loaf, where else could he send her? America was a land of immigrants, even German immigrants, and if she never found their family, she could always find a nice German neighborhood to settle in. They would accept her there. When Ellie arrived in America, she stepped off in New York City and expected a free and happy life, even though her father wasn't there to live it with her. She should've never even dared to think that life in America would be happy. She could barely understand their ugly northern accents, and since the war, many German neighborhoods had been purged and other ethnicities and nationalities had taken them over. The months in New York, she grew a hard shell and a stone heart. Germans were hated; Germans were scum. Desperately trying to search for her American family, she moved to Maine thinking they might be there. She found the farm and found work there as a maid and a cook.

Speech Color:

How surprising. It's DA70D6

Traits:

Positive:

-Agile +1
-Clean cut +1
-Bilingual +2
-Sprinter+2
-Intelligent +1

Negative:
-Lame -1
-Churchgoing -2

Regarding her limp: One night, while Ellie was trying to find a place to stay (as she was homeless for most of the time and slept in the parks or under bridges), she encountered a few Polish kids and had to hide in a different part of town she had never been into before, so she was out of her element. She made the mistake of passing by a bar full of drunkard men and caught the attention of one. He cornered her, but he was so drunk he was lurching from side to side and almost toppled down a few times. He pinned her down and as she was twisting and turning to get away, she twisted her knee and since she couldn't efford medical treatment (not like any doctor would see to her) it never set right, causing her limp

[Mr_pink]

Unfinished

Name: Ronald "Ronnie" Bourke - The Quick Mick
Age: 27
Appearance:
Ronnie stands at 5 foot 11 and has a lightly muscular physique. His hair is a light brown, almost strawberry blonde and is kept at a medium length. Matching his hair, he has a rather large and bushy beard that he trims almost ceremonially. His skin is pale and his eyes are a piercing blue. He bears the mark of a broken nose, a memo from his time as a young boxer. Along with the broken nose, he also has a large scar that travels up and along his left leg from his car crash, which is also the reason he walks with a limp. He has two outfits, his farmhands overalls and a shirt and dress trousers for special occasions.
Personality:
The main word to describe, Ronnie would be nostalgic. He is constantly wallowing in the past and longs to reclaim his former racing glory. Ask him to tell you about his past and he'll regale you for hours on end, ask him about his future and all you'll get is a shrug and a grunt. He is a lot less feisty and abrasive than his younger years, and prefers more to sort situations out democratically than he does with his fists. Being raised Catholic, Ronnie has staunch views on how to act and treat women. While the slightest bit prejudiced as most people were at the time, Ronnie really has no problems with those of colour.
History: (A brief synopsis of your character's life.)
Ronnie was born in Ireland, on a small farm just outside of Derry.
Speech Color: Bright Green - a2d39c
Traits:
+Boxer +1
+Farmhand +1
+Motorist +2
+Carpenter +2
+Craftsman +1
-Churchgoing -2
-Lame -1
Total = 4

[Little Bill]

@Irisity If you can explain how a 14 year old Ellie travelled around America without ever being in danger, she's accepted. After all, she's a small teenage girl travelling alone.

@Mr_Pink Looking good! All Ronnie needs is a history and he's accepted.

[Error]

Girl chars allowed?

[Irisity]

@DeadBeatWalking I never said she wasn't in danger. She did get into a lot of danger both on and off the boat; hense the incident in New York that caused her leg injury. I could go into more detail on that if you like

[McHaggis]

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[Little Bill]

@McHaggis D'oh! My bad. Anna's accepted.

@Irisity Details would help, I was wondering about the leg thing myself.

@Error Yes.

[Irisity]

@DeadBeatWalking One night, while Ellie was trying to find a place to stay (as she was homeless for most of the time and slept in the parks or under bridges), she encountered a few Polish kids and had to hide in a different part of town she had never been into before, so she was out of her element. She made the mistake of passing by a bar full of drunkard men and caught the attention of one. He cornered her, but he was so drunk he was lurching from side to side and almost toppled down a few times. He pinned her down and as she was twisting and turning to get away, she twisted her knee and since she couldn't efford medical treatment (not like any doctor would see to her) it never set right, causing her limp

[Error]

Name: Clara "Blonde" Richardson
Age: 25
Appearance: Standing 1 meter 70. She has long golden blonde hair that cascades down her back or front that is normally tied up in a rough pony tail help together by a piece or wire, string or straw that has been tied around it. She has deep blue eyes that often look you up and down, he cheeks are covered in cute looking freckles that mainly sit under her eyes. When she smiles it lights her face up and shows a ever present mischief in her eyes. She wears a workers shirt that has been tied up in a bunch behind her to stop it from hanging too low and a denim jacket over the top of that. On her legs she has denim trousers and black ankle high boots. On her head she has a black Stetson hat, on her side she has a bull whip used for cattle and horses.
Personality: Aragont is a great word. She isn't one to sit down and take shit, she prides herself on how she can out ride any and all boys on the ranch. She doesn't expect any special treatment and will spit in your face if you try to give her any, she acts like any boy on the ranch, drinking with them, gambling with them, heck if you impress her she may even go into fucking with them. She can roll with the punches even if she puts herself at risk.
History: Born and raised in America, California to be exact. She was never into all the dress up, she never wanted a dolls house. Heck when she was born she came out with a hoe in one hand and a trowel in the other. Born to the parents of Charles and Clara Richardson, her mother died in child birth and so was left for the father to take care of her, she had a happy life, her father could never settle down, moving from one job to the next until she arrived at this farm. Her father loved it as there were enough whites here to make any 'Coons a minority that could be handled. They spent 18 years there where she grew up and became a member of the team, any new guys meet her and any old guys know not to hit on her. Aside from that there isn't much to say about her. She hates blacks and anyone not white, messes around with the guys with pranks and so forth that is often dangerous. Given she has had a very southern up bringing she doesn't have a mind as open to blacks or any other race than the northerners do, instead she is very well convinced that as a white human she was some how better than everyone else. Her farm-life also helped her in other ways, growing up around the guns and cyotes you seem to learn alot about shooting very quickly especially as her father was a veteran of the war. She also learnt from a young age to ride horses and some how gained a gift to be able to ride them even if they haven't been broken and tame them by her mere present.
Speech Color: Colour
Traits: Clean Cut, Jokey, Sharpshooter, Reckless, Farmhand, Local, Agile, Racist, Whisperer (Horse's),

[Error]

Name: Clara "Lady""Freckles""Blonde" Richardson
Age: 25
Appearance: Standing 1 meter 5. She has long golden blonde hair that cascades down her back or front that is normally tied up in a rough pony tail help together by a piece or wire, string or straw that has been tied around it. She has deep blue eyes that often look you up and down, he cheeks are covered in cute looking freckles that mainly sit under her eyes. When she smiles it lights her face up and shows a ever present mischief in her eyes. She wears a workers shirt that has been tied up in a bunch behind her to stop it from hanging too low and a denim jacket over the top of that. On her legs she has denim trousers and black ankle high boots. On her head she has a black Stetson hat, on her side she has a bull whip used for cattle and horses.
Personality: Aragont is a great word. She isn't one to sit down and take shit, she prides herself on how she can out ride any and all boys on the ranch. She doesn't expect any special treatment and will spit in your face if you try to give her any, she acts like any boy on the ranch, drinking with them, gambling with them, heck if you impress her she may even go into fucking with them. She can roll with the punches even if she puts herself at risk.
History: Born and raised in America, California to be exact. She was never into all the dress up, she never wanted a dolls house. Heck when she was born she came out with a hoe in one hand and a trowel in the other. Born to the parents of Charles and Clara Richardson, her mother died in child birth and so was left for the father to take care of (More of that later), she had a happy life, her father could never settle down, moving from one job to the next until she arrived at this farm. Her father loved it as there were enough whites here to make any 'Coons a minority that could be handled. They spent 18 years there where she grew up and became a member of the team, any new guys meet her and any old guys know not to hit on her. Aside from that there isn't much to say about her. She hates blacks and anyone not white, messes around with the guys with pranks and so forth that is often dangerous.
Speech Color: Colour
Traits: Clean Cut, Jokey, Sharpshooter, Reckless, Farmhand, Local, Agile, Racist, Whisperer,

@Error

@DeadBeatWalking Done

[Error]

Name: Charles "Doc" Richardson
Age: 50
Appearance: A very tall man, standing at 1 meter 7, short brown hair is forever stuck to his face as he walks around on his walking stick, he has one eye, one being biological the other being made of glass. He wears a monocle, not because he needs it but because he thinks it makes him look smarter. The one eye he has is a light brown going grey over time. In terms of clothes he wears a grey waistcoat with a gold chain connected to his pocket watch in his top pocket. A white smart shirt and red jacket over the top. He has grey trousers and black leather smart shoes.
Personality: Crude and miserable. He cares not for there endless ramblings and problems, sad from when he arrived home from war to the day he will die. He hates life as a whole, cant imagine how all these kids can live knowing that great men died for them to live, men better than him. A real sour puss but has a heart none the less, if you have a problem. A real problem then he will try to help you the best he can.
History: Born in California aswell, he had a long and boring childhood
Speech Color: Color
Traits: Doctor, Cyclops, Old, Shellshocked, Lame, Lead Footed, Decorated, Sharpshooter, Archer, Motorist, Naughtical, Interegent, Thick Skinned, Firestarter, Racist, Craftsman, Fisherman, Local

[Little Bill]

@DeadBeatWalking One night, while Ellie was trying to find a place to stay (as she was homeless for most of the time and slept in the parks or under bridges), she encountered a few Polish kids and had to hide in a different part of town she had never been into before, so she was out of her element. She made the mistake of passing by a bar full of drunkard men and caught the attention of one. He cornered her, but he was so drunk he was lurching from side to side and almost toppled down a few times. He pinned her down and as she was twisting and turning to get away, she twisted her knee and since she couldn't efford medical treatment (not like any doctor would see to her) it never set right, causing her limp

@Irisity

Cool, add that to her sheet though. As for the homelessness thing, that's fine and all, though I assume she was doing a Mulan/Arya Stark thing and pretending to be a boy because, let's face it, realistically being a small 14 year old girl wouldn't help your chances of not being assaulted or murdered.

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Name: Jack “Mad Jack” Campbell

Age: 38

Appearance: Height: 5’10”, Weight: 175lbs. He has brown hair with peppered grey throughout. He received a glasgow smile during the war. ( A cut that curls from the corner of the lips to the upper or lower cheek, upper in this case. ) He has brown eyes, and a bent nose. Broken from a fight. Low cheekbones and a square jaw. He often has a a few weeks worth of beard growth. He has large bags under his eyes, and crow's feet along the corners of his eyes.

Personality: Mostly a loner, though he often seeks the comfort of alcohol with a close group of friends. When he's not seeking solitude, he can be helpful often he puts on the facade of being cheerful and outgoing. He dislikes the loud people, and enjoys the company of books though he can hardly read. He also is fascinated by weapons and has a natural talent for shooting.

History: Jack grew up on a farm in Montana, he worked hard and was always outgoing. He never really got the opportunity to go to school due to having to stay home and work. He spent most of his time hunting when not working. He was one of three boys, the oldest. His mother died after the birth of his youngest sister Esmeralda. His father a devout man emeged himself in worship and work. Jack took most of the responsibility on the farm with his father allowing his brother and sister to go to school and get and education.

1914 war broke out, and he volunteered. And left the next week, his father was angry with him and never forgave him. Boot Camp was tough but he managed to plow through it. He was put into the infantry. He was the best shot in his platoon, and was made the designated marksman of the company. After three years America entered the war, and he fought across france and killed his own share of men. In a hand to hand skirmish, he was cut badly across the cheek. Later in the day his best friends were hit by enemy artillery. Being the last one left alive, he charged across the muddy field his bayonet fixed. narrowly being killed by bullets he landed in the trench and began to fight. He killed six of the germans and took the other eight as prisoners. Afterwards they gave him the moniker “Mad Jack” He survived battle after battle, and eventually was sent home when the war ended. He was numb on the inside, his father hated him still and his brother and sister didn’t recognize him. He left the service and helped out on the farm for another year before leaving and moving into the mountains.

He found that the thrill of the hunt was gone and it had become too easy. He stayed isolated only returning to town for a drink and to stock up on other essentials. He smoked a pack a day, and drank a fifth of liquor between two days. Though he could easily drink more. The following years he managed to get married which ended in divorce, he had two children with the woman. He started to work at a local copper mill. His family moved to Maine to be with her new lover, leaving him alone again. His life was colorless and his drinking increased. He spent most of his savings drowning out the darkness in his life.
Speech Color: Maroon
Traits: Veteran +1, Sharpshooter +2, Hunter +2, Shell Shocked - 2, Addict (Alcohol ) -2, Smoker -1
oker -1

[Little Bill]

Name: Jack “Mad Jack” Campbell

Age: 38

Appearance: Height: 5’10”, Weight: 175lbs. He has brown hair with peppered grey throughout. He received a glasgow smile during the war. ( A cut that curls from the corner of the lips to the upper or lower cheek, upper in this case. ) He has brown eyes, and a bent nose. Broken from a fight. Low cheekbones and a square jaw. He often has a a few weeks worth of beard growth. He has large bags under his eyes, and crow's feet.

Personality: Alone jack drowns his sorrows and tries forget the past. When outside he does his best to hold himself together. He puts on the facade of being cheerful and will go out of his way to help people. Though many see his drinking as a problem.

History: Jack volunteered at 18 to join the Great War, he served the entire war. Afterwards he came home broken and estranged. He would frequent bars, and often isolate himself from old friends and family. He held down a job at a steel mill, and then was a hunting guide during the hunting season. A friend who managed to stay close convinced him to travel to maine, that is where he was when the red plague hit. He survived on his own before settling down on the Tackett farmstead.

Speech Color: Maroon
Traits: Veteran +1, Sharpshooter +2, Hunter +2, Shell Shocked - 2, Addict (Alcohol ) -2, Smoker -1

@End Here

I'd like to see Jack's sheet beefed up a bit before he's accepted. Descriptions, details, et cetera. Check out the accepted characters tab for the usual length. Glad to see more veteran characters!
Also, this is only a small detail, but the RP starts at the beginning of the outbreak, so nobody's aware of it yet.

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ohdangsnap. Thanks : )

Changed it any better? @DeadBeatWalking

[Little Bill]

ohdangsnap. Thanks : )

Changed it any better? @DeadBeatWalking

@End Here

Looks good! Add him to the accepted characters.

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When do we start this shindig?@DeadBeatWalking

[Irisity]

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Cool, add that to her sheet though. As for the homelessness thing, that's fine and all, though I assume she was doing a Mulan/Arya Stark thing and pretending to be a boy because, let's face it, realistically being a small 14 year old girl wouldn't help your chances of not being assaulted or murdered.

@DeadBeatWalking

I was thinking about that, but I didn't want to copy @McHaggis's thing