AeonSpiral

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Obviously she doesn't want to leave the hotel. It's going to take a lot of coercing for her to exit.

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@Sombrero

"Why won't you look at me? You claim to know me, but yet I haven't seen your face. And what exactly is planeswalking? Explain to me what's happening. Please."

He would detect an obvious tremor in her voice.

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@Sombrero

"What is going on around here!?" she asks the man. "What's happened to everyone, and what's going on with all this sand?"

She eyes him closely, watching his every movement with those clippers. She scans the desk for something to defend herself with in case he tries to attack her.

"Why would I want to go outside? Last time I checked there was a creepy fog covering almost everything. No sun whatsoever. So tell me, seriously, what is happeni right now?"

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@Sombrero

Still under the covers, "Alright that's it." She springs up forci g herself to get dressed she runs from the room crying. She runs all the way to front desk clerk where she tells her everything and demands a different room

The Day the Earth Fell |Reboot| Welcome to Paradise

Yeah after I get the kids ready for school and stuff I'll work on finding one.

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@Sombrero

Ya Fuck all that

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Glad your excited! Me too! But going forward, in case u decide to make a second character later on, plz don't put your app in the character sheet section until its approved by one of the GMs.

Now. everything looks fine. Only thing is that you need to include a picture of what he looks like. If you can't find one, I can always help u find a good pic. Other than that, ur app is fine.

@Angel Eyes

Rose approved my character sheet Via pm last night

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@Sombrero

"What. The Fuck." she exclaims as she falls over backwards and the towel flus from her hands.

Sitting in a drunken stupor she stares at the mannequins among the room. They're people she knows, her parents, her friends, even her producer is there arranged around the room.

Then she spots the one she thought shed never see. Michael, her fiance. She can't hold back the emotions, the tears flow freely. She crawls through the sand named towards the balcony. She stops at his feet and convulses.

"Why! What the Fuck is going on!? Why are you hear?"

Fuck I'm losing it. I'm losing it. I need to sleep. That's it, I haven't slept in days. None of this is real. None of it. How could it be? Too many horror movies, not enough sleep. That's all.

She stands up and touches Michael's glass face. "I miss you so much, but you have to go now. This isnt real baby. This isnt real." She stands for a few minutes touching the face of the mannequin, crying and shaking. Finally she slowly walks to the bed and lies herself down under the covers. She pulls them over her head and cries herself to sleep.

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My character sheet is completed and posted. Excited to start

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Carl-Wayne Thule

:.Born As.:

Carl-Wayne Thule

:.What You see.:



"The only easy day was yesterday"

"Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity"

A general description:
Roughly 5'10" probably closer to 6' if not for the noticeable hunched over look from being in his half dead state. A rather stocky guy considering. Built like a bear with toned muscles and large hands and feet. He's bald but has some greyed/ashy colored facial hair. Forehead is deeply wrinkled, an obvious abnormal aging effect on certain areas of his skin.

He wears handmade leather and plant fiber clothing (blends of cotton and various similar woven fibers. His leather pants and shoes are both a deep brown color with reddish brown dirt stains on them. Relatively clean for living in the wastes. He obviously takes great pride in the things he creates with his own hands. He also wears a handmade leather vest that has snug pockets on the front and sides that carry his various field tools (hunting/carving knives, ropes and fasteners, etc.)

He has several scars on his forearms that will probably never heal due to his half dead state. His eyes give him away, where use to be brown irises are now hollow looking grey circles.

:.Also Known As.:

The Woodsman, The Hunter, Old man, Treekeeper.

:.Appear To Be.:

(Late 40s-50s) he actually died at 35 but came back mostly the same with a few side effects.

:.The Doctor Said.:

Male

:.I Swing Towards.:

Straight.

:.People Say.:

Generally good natured man, likes to be alone, but will never turn down a good conversation, or a good glass of whiskey. Willing to lend a hand, but doesn't take Sh** from anyone. Has a soft heart for children and women in distress.

Hates his condition, and most others like him. Goes out of his way to avoid other half dead, and kills any of the actually dead that he sees. Mostly to protect the living but secretly because he hates them.

People recognize him as a master craftsman of primitive items (utensils, tools, weapons like bows and arrows and swords/knives, pottery.) And generally enjoy his meat products from his forest gatherings (steaks, jerkys, etc.)

:.What I Like To Do.:

Hunt, craft, play guitar, write, fix things, anything he can do with his hands that keeps him distracted from being a half dead outcast.

:.Profession.:

Hunter/craftsman

:.The Past Was.:

Before the fall Carl-Wayne worked in a lumber mill and was always sort of the outdoorsman type. Him and his wife Cindy lived in a cabin about 10 miles from the mill. He was quite the musician, not overly handsome, but his build commanded looks and respect from those around him. He had no children as his wife was infertile. He always wanted kids but she meant the world to him and he wouldn't change a thing.

He was always good at trade work and working with his hands, he really was a simple man in those times. He had a dog named Buck, and went to church on Sundays, not so much because he was religious, but there wasn't much else to do in his small town, and Cindy seemed to find some peace in life with it, so it stuck.

:.The Proud.:

Half dead woodsman.

:.A Glorious Gift.:

-Half Dead do not need to eat or drink, though doing so does help keep their bodies from decaying like a normal Dead body does. However some Half-Dead already show minor or heavy signs of decay to varying degrees(peeling skin, dilated white lifeless eyes, etc.)
-They do not feel pain.
-They cannot die unless their brain is destroyed.
-They are not attacked by The Dead.

:.What I Have On Me.:

Various hunting/gathering/crafting tools and items.
Several handmade instruments (guitars, harmonica, hand drums, etc.)
Finely crafted bow and arrows
Crossbow
Various finely crafted knives, machetes, Hammers
Homemade whiskies

:.Who I Know.:

(Your relations to the other characters. )

Billy the orphan boy (staying in refugee camp)
Item B
Item C

:.Blood.:

(Your character's family members. Alive and/or Deceased)

Cindy Thule - Wife - Deceased
Jacob Thule - Brother - Deceased
Anthony Thule - Brother - Deceased

:.Behind The Scenes.:

Plays a mean game of Poker.