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Welcome to Atlas! (A RWBY roleplay)

@EmzyOfNeverland I'm not worried about it. I'll leave them all open so others aren't discouraged from trying to join.

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I'll let one or two more people get a post up before I post again.

Welcome to Atlas! (A RWBY roleplay)

Jack in the box Jesus! I go to sleep last night and there was only 5 posts, I get on after work and there's nearly a hundred! Welp, if the last few spots get filled before I finish my CS it's no biggie.

Welcome to Atlas! (A RWBY roleplay)

I'm gonna keep my eye on this while I start thinking up a character.

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"Two days." Alex muttered to himself. "Two days I trek across this God forsaken state to get here and what's the first thing I find? My brother, a group of friendly survivors, hell, a damn dog? No, of course not," He continued to talk to himself as he watched the infected in the reflection of the knife strapped to his rifle. "A fucking infected is the first thing I run into after two damn days!" He let out a small sigh as he brought his rifle back down and slumped against the fence separating them. "Two days. Hell, I'm surprised my luck lasted as long as it did." His stomach growled softly and he looked around the area again.

He was hiding in an alley between two rows of brownstone houses with their back doors facing each other. From what he could see nearly all the houses had been looted, or attacked. Broken glass filling windows and doors left open showed the ones that had been looted for all their worth. Others had no glass in the frames at all and door hanging from hinges, no doubt busted and torn as the infected swarmed whoever had been inside. Most of the back doors were cordoned off by small brick walls about waist high separating small patio areas off from each other leaving a walkway just large enough for two people to walk shoulder to shoulder down. A few of the walls had iron bars on top of the brick walls but as far as he could see along this stretch the house behind him and one other had full taller fences separating them from the others.

The one Alex was at the wall was made of brick just a little over five foot high. The other fence was a simple wooden fence, or at least it was at one point, as someone, or more likely something, had crashed through the wood leaving gaping holes along it. As far as he could tell this one house was the only one that hadn't been looted, and now he knew why. He sighed again and rested his head against the wall to stare up at the sky as he heard the infected on the other side continue to shuffle in the fenced off area, every now and again he'd hear a scraping of metal against concrete as the infected bumped against the overturned chairs or table inside with it.

"Two damned days." He muttered again as he let his head loll from side to side taking in the area around the brownstones. To his right, probably at least five blocks away, he could see what looked like apartment building rising into the sky. He assumed they were apartment buildings at least because he could see that fire escapes were crawling up some of the sides he could see. Off to his left looked like office building probably just as far away as the apartment building, maybe even farther. His stomach growled again, a little louder now but still not loud enough for the infected to hear over its own shuffling steps. He leaned his rifle beside him and placed his head in his hands to try and think. "I can always leave this building," His voice was muffled even more at he muttered into his hands, "I could move and search the apartment buildings." He shook head no. "No, no they'd probably be just as looted or destroyed as these homes here. And those that aren't may be boarded from the inside hiding a few survivors, or god forbid, a few infected. And that's just what I need, to be trapped in a small room with one of more of those things."

He brought his head away from his hands to look over to his left at the assumed office buildings. "They may not have as much stuff to loot, but they may not be as bad off as the apartment buildings. Break rooms and water coolers may still hold some food and water at least. I could probably scrounge something useful from any supply closets. May be able to even barricade a room or two, may block off a floor to hole up in for a bit." He vigorously shook his head. "No, gotta stay on the move, can't stay in one place to long as long as I'm out here alone. And any buildings that large I'd definitely need to know the layout for all possible exits before I even tried to hole up in one. My best bet is still this place for the night." He leaned his head back against the wall to stare up at the house taunting him from the other side of the wall. "I'm just gonna have to take a risk and kill the damned thing."

He looked away from the house to the fence's door to his right. It looked like it had originally been an iron barred gate but whoever had lived in the house had done a little work to it, filling in the spaces between each bar with thick pieces of wood and then a strip of iron banding across the top and bottom. It's a decent, solid door. Good enough to keep one infected within it's confines at least. Alex thought to himself, possibly the first time all day that he hadn't voiced his opinions aloud. I don't wanna open the door though that's for sure. I want to be able to keep both hands free in case that thing somehow surprises me. He turned around to assess the wall for his plan. If I can make just enough noise I can get that fucker on the other side to climb over. That'll be my best bet. As soon as I see it's head I can run him through with the knife on my rifle. Dispose of the body afterwards and then I can search to my heart's content.

Happy with his plan a small smile formed on his lips. "No time like the present." He said as he gripped his rifle again in both hands and whistled softly. On the other side of the wall he could hear the infected stop in it's tracks at the new sound. He could only imagine that it began to crouch like he had seen some do before, reminding him of predators on the hunt, as a soft growl was the only answer to his whistle. It was waiting, listening for the sound again, it's cue to begin the hunt of it's newfound prey. Again, Alex let out a soft whistle and on the other side of the wall a louder snarl escaped from the infected as it's former shuffling steps picked up into a run. In his planning the thing must have wandered closer to the brownstone's back door giving Alex a few seconds to ready himself, but a few seconds was all that he needed.

On the other side he could hear the infected scrape against the brick wall, flesh on rough stone, the sound of it sent a chill up his spine similar to how nails on a chalkboard would, but he couldn't let that bother him now. Hands appeared at the top of wall and he could hear it's booted feet scraping against the bricks as it began to pull itself over the top. As it's head appeared and it's eyes locked onto Alex it opened it's mouth to snarl, but before it could Alex thrust with the rifle planting the knife to the hilt right between the infected's eyes. "Good riddance." He said as he pulled the rifle back letting the infected fall back inside the wall with a dull thud as his smile broadened. "Time to clean the place up now and grab some grub."

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Alex Pearce

Name: Alexander "Alex" Pearce

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Nationality: American

Sexuality: Straight

Appearance:

Hider

I couldn't help but use Negan for a zombie apocalypse RP.

Family:
Mother-Deceased (Pre-infection)
Father-Deceased (Pre-infection)
Uncle-Unknown
Aunt-Unknown
Younger Brother-Unknown

Past occupation: Forest Ranger

Personality: Alex is a friendly person, often going out of his way to try and help others. The beginning of the infection's spread did little to sway him from his usual self, but over the last few months he has become more distant, often spending much of his time by himself. He has developed a slight tendency to talk to himself after spending a great deal of time alone, although he doesn't seem to notice it himself.

Background: Alex was born in the southeastern part of Texas to a pair of farmers that lived in a small town in the woods. With larger town being miles away Alex spent a good deal of his youth with his friends exploring the woods that surrounded his hometown, often spending hours at a time with his friends just exploring and playing in the woods. As he got older he would spend more time with his father in the woods, learning to hunt and track animals. The two of them often spending entire weekends together exploring.

Wake up. Go to school. Come home. The woods. That was his life for years, so much so that he felt the woods had practically became his home. He spent any chance he had there, and anytime something upset him the woods would become his escape. At 14, both of his parents were killed in a terrible car accident and he and his younger brother were sent to live with their uncle, a rancher in Montana. The only problem with that was that he lost his escape. Over the next few months Alex was constantly depressed, but he continued to put on a brave face for his younger brother. A brave face had little effect on his uncle, however.

His uncle had finally had enough and he and Alex took a trip one weekend to the Flathead National Forest. It was the first time in a long time that Alex had been happy, feeling that he was finally able to escape all the things that he had been running from out there in the woods. After that those excursions with his uncle became regular trips and over time he became his old self again.

At 18, Alex decided that he would become a forest ranger and began volunteering as often as he could, and attending school the rest of the time. After four years of hard work he had officially became a forest ranger and he continued to spend his time in the woods, the only difference now he was being paid to do something he had done for years.

At 26, Alex moved to Phoenicia, NY to oversee the Sundown Wild Forest near there. Over the next 5 years he oversaw the construction of new ranger stations throughout the forest, and when rumors and news of what was happening in Texas he did what he knew best how to. Retreat into the woods. Over the coming months as the infection spread throughout the country Alex stayed within the confines of his woods along with many of the other forest rangers and hunters of the area that had the same idea.

Early on things were fine. They used the ranger stations and hunting cabins around the forest as outposts, keeping in touch with the radios in the stations. The infected were few and far between and the survivors were able to dispatch them easily enough, as time went on more and more were attracted to the sound of the hunter's gunfire and that's when they began losing people. The outposts near the edge fell first, pushing the survivors further in, but it wasn't long before the infected were on them as well.

The other's didn't seem to notice the pattern that the infected were always drawn to the sound of gunfire first, but once Alex realized he told the others. Many thought him foolish for believing it, but the next attack proved that he was correct as the infected were drawn once more to the sound. While the others panicked he took the chance to escape, for the first time leaving the interior of the woods and heading to the exterior to escape, stopping at the old, overrun ranger stations and hunting cabins to gather supplies. The infected were few and far between once again as they were drawn away to whatever sounds they could follow giving him little resistance on the way out.

What's in their bag: Alex carries a sling style hunting bag he found in one of the first hunting cabins he searched. In it he has two sets of spare clothes and a second jacket, 3 MREs and a full canteen of water, and a pair of long range radios he kept from the ranger stations, leaving much of the rest of the pack empty in case he finds anything of use while scavenging. On his right thigh he has a tactical thigh rig that he keeps a pistol he found holstered and any extra ammunition he finds.

Weapons: During his scavenging Alex has found a Mossberg Patriot rifle, with only 3 .308 caliber rounds available. A 6 inch hunting knife that he attached to the end of the rifle to form a makeshift bayonet. A Glock 20 that uses 10mm ammunition with only 6 rounds left in the only magazine he could find for it. A bolo style machete that has become his main way of dealing with any infected that he comes across.

Other: His younger brother was a member of the National Guard that was called in during the infection's beginning. He has not had any word from him and does not know if he is alive or not.

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Not a problem, after reading it again I could see how you could think that. That's also the reason I made the gun use 10mm bullets because those are hard to get now, I could only imagina how little you'd be able to find them in any apocalypse scenario.

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He only has the one pistol. I just mentioned where he keeps it under the 'whats in my bag' section and mentioned what kind of gun it is under the weapons part.

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Sorry about that, but I finished my CS finally. Let me know if there's anything I need to change.

Alex Pearce

Name: Alexander "Alex" Pearce

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Nationality: American

Sexuality: Straight

Appearance:

Hider

I couldn't help but use Negan for a zombie apocalypse RP.

Family:
Mother-Deceased (Pre-infection)
Father-Deceased (Pre-infection)
Uncle-Unknown
Aunt-Unknown
Younger Brother-Unknown

Past occupation: Forest Ranger

Personality: Alex is a friendly person, often going out of his way to try and help others. The beginning of the infection's spread did little to sway him from his usual self, but over the last few months he has become more distant, often spending much of his time by himself. He has developed a slight tendency to talk to himself after spending a great deal of time alone, although he doesn't seem to notice it himself.

Background: Alex was born in the southeastern part of Texas to a pair of farmers that lived in a small town in the woods. With larger town being miles away Alex spent a good deal of his youth with his friends exploring the woods that surrounded his hometown, often spending hours at a time with his friends just exploring and playing in the woods. As he got older he would spend more time with his father in the woods, learning to hunt and track animals. The two of them often spending entire weekends together exploring.

Wake up. Go to school. Come home. The woods. That was his life for years, so much so that he felt the woods had practically became his home. He spent any chance he had there, and anytime something upset him the woods would become his escape. At 14, both of his parents were killed in a terrible car accident and he and his younger brother were sent to live with their uncle, a rancher in Montana. The only problem with that was that he lost his escape. Over the next few months Alex was constantly depressed, but he continued to put on a brave face for his younger brother. A brave face had little effect on his uncle, however.

His uncle had finally had enough and he and Alex took a trip one weekend to the Flathead National Forest. It was the first time in a long time that Alex had been happy, feeling that he was finally able to escape all the things that he had been running from out there in the woods. After that those excursions with his uncle became regular trips and over time he became his old self again.

At 18, Alex decided that he would become a forest ranger and began volunteering as often as he could, and attending school the rest of the time. After four years of hard work he had officially became a forest ranger and he continued to spend his time in the woods, the only difference now he was being paid to do something he had done for years.

At 26, Alex moved to Phoenicia, NY to oversee the Sundown Wild Forest near there. Over the next 5 years he oversaw the construction of new ranger stations throughout the forest, and when rumors and news of what was happening in Texas he did what he knew best how to. Retreat into the woods. Over the coming months as the infection spread throughout the country Alex stayed within the confines of his woods along with many of the other forest rangers and hunters of the area that had the same idea.

Early on things were fine. They used the ranger stations and hunting cabins around the forest as outposts, keeping in touch with the radios in the stations. The infected were few and far between and the survivors were able to dispatch them easily enough, as time went on more and more were attracted to the sound of the hunter's gunfire and that's when they began losing people. The outposts near the edge fell first, pushing the survivors further in, but it wasn't long before the infected were on them as well.

The other's didn't seem to notice the pattern that the infected were always drawn to the sound of gunfire first, but once Alex realized he told the others. Many thought him foolish for believing it, but the next attack proved that he was correct as the infected were drawn once more to the sound. While the others panicked he took the chance to escape, for the first time leaving the interior of the woods and heading to the exterior to escape, stopping at the old, overrun ranger stations and hunting cabins to gather supplies. The infected were few and far between once again as they were drawn away to whatever sounds they could follow giving him little resistance on the way out.

What's in their bag: Alex carries a sling style hunting bag he found in one of the first hunting cabins he searched. In it he has two sets of spare clothes and a second jacket, 3 MREs and a full canteen of water, and a pair of long range radios he kept from the ranger stations, leaving much of the rest of the pack empty in case he finds anything of use while scavenging. On his right thigh he has a tactical thigh rig that he keeps a pistol he found holstered and any extra ammunition he finds.

Weapons: During his scavenging Alex has found a Mossberg Patriot rifle, with only 3 .308 caliber rounds available. A 6 inch hunting knife that he attached to the end of the rifle to form a makeshift bayonet. A Glock 20 that uses 10mm ammunition with only 6 rounds left in the only magazine he could find for it. A bolo style machete that has become his main way of dealing with any infected that he comes across.

Other: His younger brother was a member of the National Guard that was called in during the infection's beginning. He has not had any word from him and does not know if he is alive or not.

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Just gonna put this right here for now, Ill finish it later.

WIP

Name: Alexander "Alex" Pearce

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Nationality: American

Sexuality: Straight

Appearance:

Hider

I couldn't help but use Negan for a zombie apocalypse RP.

Family:
Mother-Deceased (Pre-infection)
Father-Deceased (Pre-infection)
Uncle-Unknown
Aunt-Unknown
Younger Brother-Unknown

Past occupation: Forest Ranger

Personality: Alex is a friendly person, often going out of his way to try and help others. The beginning of the infection's spread did little to sway him from his usual self, but over the last few months he has become more distant, often spending much of his time by himself. He has developed a slight tendency to talk to himself after spending a great deal of time alone, although he doesn't seem to notice it himself.

Background: Alex was born in the southeastern part of Texas to a pair of farmers that lived in a small town in the woods. With larger town being miles away Alex spent a good deal of his youth with his friends exploring the woods that surrounded his hometown, often spending hours at a time with his friends just exploring and playing in the woods. As he got older he would spend more time with his father in the woods, learning to hunt and track animals. The two of them often spending entire weekends together exploring.

Wake up. Go to school. Come home. The woods. That was his life for years, so much so that he felt the woods had practically became his home. He spent any chance he had there, and anytime something upset him the woods would become his escape. At 14, both of his parents were killed in a terrible car accident and he and his younger brother were sent to live with their uncle, a rancher in Montana. The only problem with that was that he lost his escape. Over the next few months Alex was constantly depressed, but he continued to put on a brave face for his younger brother. A brave face had little effect on his uncle, however.

His uncle had finally had enough and he and Alex took a trip one weekend to the Flathead National Forest. It was the first time in a long time that Alex had been happy, feeling that he was finally able to escape all the things that he had been running from out there in the woods. After that those excursions with his uncle became regular trips and over time he became his old self again.

At 18, Alex decided that he would become a forest ranger and began volunteering as often as he could, and attending school the rest of the time. After four years of hard work he had officially became a forest ranger and he continued to spend his time in the woods, the only difference now he was being paid to do something he had done for years.

At 26, Alex moved to Phoenicia, NY to oversee the Sundown Wild Forest near there. Over the next 5 years he oversaw the construction of new ranger stations throughout the forest, and when rumors and news of what was happening in Texas he did what he knew best how to. Retreat into the woods. Over the coming months as the infection spread throughout the country Alex stayed within the confines of his woods along with many of the other forest rangers and hunters of the area that had the same idea.

Early on things were fine. They used the ranger stations and hunting cabins around the forest as outposts, keeping in touch with the radios in the stations. The infected were few and far between and the survivors were able to dispatch them easily enough, as time went on more and more were attracted to the sound of the hunter's gunfire and that's when they began losing people. The outposts near the edge fell first, pushing the survivors further in, but it wasn't long before the infected were on them as well.

The other's didn't seem to notice the pattern that the infected were always drawn to the sound of gunfire first, but once Alex realized he told the others. Many thought him foolish for believing it, but the next attack proved that he was correct as the infected were drawn once more to the sound. While the others panicked he took the chance to escape, for the first time leaving the interior of the woods and heading to the exterior to escape, stopping at the old, overrun ranger stations and hunting cabins to gather supplies. The infected were few and far between once again as they were drawn away to whatever sounds they could follow giving him little resistance on the way out.

What's in their bag: Alex carries a sling style hunting bag he found in one of the first hunting cabins he searched. In it he has two sets of spare clothes and a second jacket, 3 MREs and a full canteen of water, and a pair of long range radios he kept from the ranger stations, leaving much of the rest of the pack empty in case he finds anything of use while scavenging. On his right thigh he has a tactical thigh rig that he keeps a pistol he found holstered and any extra ammunition he finds.

Weapons: During his scavenging Alex has found a Mossberg Patriot rifle, with only 3 .308 caliber rounds available. A 6 inch hunting knife that he attached to the end of the rifle to form a makeshift bayonet. A Glock 20 that uses 10mm ammunition with only 6 rounds left in the only magazine he could find for it. A bolo style machete that has become his main way of dealing with any infected that he comes across.

Other: His younger brother was a member of the National Guard that was called in during the infection's beginning. He has not had any word from him and does not know if he is alive or not.