BlizzOk. Getting sorted out. I'm here for the week, more or less.
Looking through posts, PMs and stuff and collabs. Get something up soon.
Az
Looking through posts, PMs and stuff and collabs. Get something up soon.
Az
Azseth Member
Born to Kill
STATUS: So I had H1N1 and if fucking sucked. But once again, I am not dead. 9 yrs ago
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So I had H1N1 and if fucking sucked. But once again, I am not dead.
9 yrs ago
Apparently, I am not dead.
Bio
Hey all. I'm a few sunsets over 30, and I live in Michigan.
I'm a former Marine, currently kind of going to school.
I've been RPing since AOL, so that's like <counts, then recounts, then sighs>, over 15 years.
I RP at an advance level.
I'm pretty awesome, but I'm kind of direct, prickly, and assertive in terms of the RPs I participate in and the people I RP with.
Feel free to drop me a line any time about pretty much anything.
Go easy.
Az
I'm a former Marine, currently kind of going to school.
I've been RPing since AOL, so that's like <counts, then recounts, then sighs>, over 15 years.
I RP at an advance level.
I'm pretty awesome, but I'm kind of direct, prickly, and assertive in terms of the RPs I participate in and the people I RP with.
Feel free to drop me a line any time about pretty much anything.
Go easy.
Az
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Hey guys.
Just an FYI, my baby has an ear infection, so it's been chaotic. I am not dead.
If I do not get on tonight, I will by Monday. Weekends are really chaotic with just me and 3 kids running around.
Az
Just an FYI, my baby has an ear infection, so it's been chaotic. I am not dead.
If I do not get on tonight, I will by Monday. Weekends are really chaotic with just me and 3 kids running around.
Az
Name: Rodney Trenton.
Age: 33.
Occupation: Engineer and City Planner.
Family life: Divorced (x2).
Hair: Brown.
Eyes: Blue.
Weight: 175 pounds.
Blood type: O+.
Reason for government interest: Planning infrastructure for cities.
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Bio: For most of his life, Rodney was a very reserved, well to do, and structured person. His mother died almost immediately after giving birth due to complications and for the rest of his life his father raised him, more or less. His father was a professor of physics and moved around every few years for new jobs when Rodney was in high school. So while the first half of his life was relatively stable, the second half involved him moving around a lot and starting over.
Rodney had a “mom” most of his life because eventually, his father had remarried, but after moving a few times, she left and Rodney’s life was shook up even more.
These circumstances led Rodney to form a rather rigid set of practices, starting first with his schooling and profession. In short, Rodney would plan things out with much care and though, and stick to them. They were generally “safe” bets, but not easy roads. He say the financial gains and opportunities that were available as a civil engineer and took to it. It was not easy, but he saw the benefits of putting the work in up front and did so.
While he was very smart, he made sure to put in effort as it was required to attain whatever goal he had. It was not long before his career started and he eventually was married to a women he had met at work. It did not last however as Rodney’s somewhat rigid, work orientated life style didn’t suit his wife’s desires.
He ended up moving around much himself for moderate periods of time, but he resided in Florida. He would travel when projects came up, see them out, then take some time to himself. Eventually, he had accrued a significant amount of money and realistically could have probably retired at 30, but instead, he decided to get married again, and this time his wife ended up taking him to the metaphorical cleaners, leaving him with only some property and a little money. It didn’t matter too much to him financially as he could make it all back quickly, but it did damage him mentally and he had began to suffer from depression.
Eventually, as life stabilized, he settled in and while he was no longer battling depression, he was more rigid and focused on his career than ever. Oddly enough, he was home less and less and because of this, he ended up becoming more social and opening up slightly. A few months later, he was approached by several government officials who presented him with a unique opportunity. He had been mindful of reports of strange things happening, but he was not sure how much he believed it. He told the officials he would contact them back, and he spent one day unsure of what to do. It was when neighbors started turning on each other that he decided it was a serious issue, and that he could do something responsible.
Age: 33.
Occupation: Engineer and City Planner.
Family life: Divorced (x2).
Hair: Brown.
Eyes: Blue.
Weight: 175 pounds.
Blood type: O+.
Reason for government interest: Planning infrastructure for cities.
Picture:
Bio: For most of his life, Rodney was a very reserved, well to do, and structured person. His mother died almost immediately after giving birth due to complications and for the rest of his life his father raised him, more or less. His father was a professor of physics and moved around every few years for new jobs when Rodney was in high school. So while the first half of his life was relatively stable, the second half involved him moving around a lot and starting over.
Rodney had a “mom” most of his life because eventually, his father had remarried, but after moving a few times, she left and Rodney’s life was shook up even more.
These circumstances led Rodney to form a rather rigid set of practices, starting first with his schooling and profession. In short, Rodney would plan things out with much care and though, and stick to them. They were generally “safe” bets, but not easy roads. He say the financial gains and opportunities that were available as a civil engineer and took to it. It was not easy, but he saw the benefits of putting the work in up front and did so.
While he was very smart, he made sure to put in effort as it was required to attain whatever goal he had. It was not long before his career started and he eventually was married to a women he had met at work. It did not last however as Rodney’s somewhat rigid, work orientated life style didn’t suit his wife’s desires.
He ended up moving around much himself for moderate periods of time, but he resided in Florida. He would travel when projects came up, see them out, then take some time to himself. Eventually, he had accrued a significant amount of money and realistically could have probably retired at 30, but instead, he decided to get married again, and this time his wife ended up taking him to the metaphorical cleaners, leaving him with only some property and a little money. It didn’t matter too much to him financially as he could make it all back quickly, but it did damage him mentally and he had began to suffer from depression.
Eventually, as life stabilized, he settled in and while he was no longer battling depression, he was more rigid and focused on his career than ever. Oddly enough, he was home less and less and because of this, he ended up becoming more social and opening up slightly. A few months later, he was approached by several government officials who presented him with a unique opportunity. He had been mindful of reports of strange things happening, but he was not sure how much he believed it. He told the officials he would contact them back, and he spent one day unsure of what to do. It was when neighbors started turning on each other that he decided it was a serious issue, and that he could do something responsible.
November. Missouri Forest.
Will's eyes flickered between Jon and Austin as they both shifted in their own way, the soft sound of him sniffing audible over the distance between them. Quite casually, his free hand fell to the string of his bow- Though he didn't draw it yet, or lift it up towards one of them. A wary motion, and nothing more. Quite clearly, the boy was used to dealing with people that liked to shoot rather than talk- Even if he himself wasn't so keen on doing so.
"Be still. If you are, so am I. And you're wrong- the clearing is the heart. A safe place. Close to the core of the forest. The creatures that wake during winter forage in and around it, there are three running streams nearby, the trees at its border are dense. A natural fortress for one that can listen, can smell. No foliage to block the snowfall- Plenty soon to burrow beneath, as the critters do. A snowy cave to keep you warm, unseen."
Briefly, he glanced upwards, through the near-bare branches to the sky.
"Snowfall comes, soon. Enough. Waiting would make things more difficult than necessary. So I want you gone. Don't trust other people- Rotten ones, predictable. Run, eat, bite, gnash. Put something through the skull, and they die. People are not. The violent ones are smart. And fast. They have metal-spitters like yours that burn and hurt.... Guns- Guns."
After a moment, a sound disturbingly akin to a growl escaped the boy. However long he'd been out in the woods, he was most certainly losing his grip on the more 'human' things, closer to an animal than he was a human. Perhaps it was trauma- Perhaps he couldn't remember life before the rising. But he was definitely unstable.
"You smell like blood, like the violent ones. So you can't stay. People bring the rotten ones, and chaos. Trees don't like it. Creatures don't like it. Will doesn't like it."
Jon shook his head slightly as the boy went on. He seemed feral. Jon took to wondering how long a kid could be out here, isolated, and succumb and revert back to something more primitive. He shook the thoughts away as ultimately, it didn't matter.
"We smell like blood AND smoke. We were in a crash. I don't like being in that, yet here we are. Anyway, I'm not going to get into a pissing contest about the forest and who it does and doesn't belong to. But. I suggest you start moving too. I know you think this forest is yours, but the truth is, you need to start thinking beyond the heart here."
Jon left the comment there, curious if the boy would understand or not. "And what's your name?"
Will gave something akin to a huff, blowing a sharp breath through his nose.
"Crash. The metal bird that burned the trees to the south. I remember- But it makes no difference."
With light, even steps that barely made a sound on the forest floor, Will slipped forward until he was just out of Jon's arm's reach, pulling the arrow from his bowstring and returning it to his quiver as he went. Up close, he barely looked any more than seventeen or eighteen, though the feral glint in his gray eyes was nothing less than offputting, if not downright frightening. He sniffed again, brow furrowing.
"Fresh blood. Not yours. Not his. None of theirs."
His gaze flicked back towards the clearing, apparently implying the others of the group.
"Strangers. And something else- gunpowder? Gunpowder. Stronger on you than the others. You kill. Have killed. Don't trust you."
He cocked his head in a sharp, birdlike motion, staring hard at Jon's face.
"But I am Will. Will is me. It's what the little card said."
At this point, Austin raised an eyebrow, not understanding the talk about a card and he looked over at Jon. He wanted to speak to calm Jon as he seemed visibly agitated, but before he could say anything, Jon spoke up.
"Like I said. Trees, forests, you, us. Me. Lots of things have happened that we don't like. It doesn't change what is. Anyway, I'm not sure if you're going to like this or not, but the explosion brought a shit ton of undead towards us, and we've been limping ahead of the herd. Now, even if they miss this place, which I doubt they will because if we spend too much time sleeping, they're on us within a few hours, either way we're leaving because we have some injuries and need some antibiotics and the such. I don't want to, but the truth is, we need to find a village or some place with a doctor's office."
Jon looked behind him towards where the group was starting to wake up and go about their business. "You can come with us, or you can stay. Either way, we're leaving this place like you want."
Will's eyes flickered between Jon and Austin as they both shifted in their own way, the soft sound of him sniffing audible over the distance between them. Quite casually, his free hand fell to the string of his bow- Though he didn't draw it yet, or lift it up towards one of them. A wary motion, and nothing more. Quite clearly, the boy was used to dealing with people that liked to shoot rather than talk- Even if he himself wasn't so keen on doing so.
"Be still. If you are, so am I. And you're wrong- the clearing is the heart. A safe place. Close to the core of the forest. The creatures that wake during winter forage in and around it, there are three running streams nearby, the trees at its border are dense. A natural fortress for one that can listen, can smell. No foliage to block the snowfall- Plenty soon to burrow beneath, as the critters do. A snowy cave to keep you warm, unseen."
Briefly, he glanced upwards, through the near-bare branches to the sky.
"Snowfall comes, soon. Enough. Waiting would make things more difficult than necessary. So I want you gone. Don't trust other people- Rotten ones, predictable. Run, eat, bite, gnash. Put something through the skull, and they die. People are not. The violent ones are smart. And fast. They have metal-spitters like yours that burn and hurt.... Guns- Guns."
After a moment, a sound disturbingly akin to a growl escaped the boy. However long he'd been out in the woods, he was most certainly losing his grip on the more 'human' things, closer to an animal than he was a human. Perhaps it was trauma- Perhaps he couldn't remember life before the rising. But he was definitely unstable.
"You smell like blood, like the violent ones. So you can't stay. People bring the rotten ones, and chaos. Trees don't like it. Creatures don't like it. Will doesn't like it."
Jon shook his head slightly as the boy went on. He seemed feral. Jon took to wondering how long a kid could be out here, isolated, and succumb and revert back to something more primitive. He shook the thoughts away as ultimately, it didn't matter.
"We smell like blood AND smoke. We were in a crash. I don't like being in that, yet here we are. Anyway, I'm not going to get into a pissing contest about the forest and who it does and doesn't belong to. But. I suggest you start moving too. I know you think this forest is yours, but the truth is, you need to start thinking beyond the heart here."
Jon left the comment there, curious if the boy would understand or not. "And what's your name?"
Will gave something akin to a huff, blowing a sharp breath through his nose.
"Crash. The metal bird that burned the trees to the south. I remember- But it makes no difference."
With light, even steps that barely made a sound on the forest floor, Will slipped forward until he was just out of Jon's arm's reach, pulling the arrow from his bowstring and returning it to his quiver as he went. Up close, he barely looked any more than seventeen or eighteen, though the feral glint in his gray eyes was nothing less than offputting, if not downright frightening. He sniffed again, brow furrowing.
"Fresh blood. Not yours. Not his. None of theirs."
His gaze flicked back towards the clearing, apparently implying the others of the group.
"Strangers. And something else- gunpowder? Gunpowder. Stronger on you than the others. You kill. Have killed. Don't trust you."
He cocked his head in a sharp, birdlike motion, staring hard at Jon's face.
"But I am Will. Will is me. It's what the little card said."
At this point, Austin raised an eyebrow, not understanding the talk about a card and he looked over at Jon. He wanted to speak to calm Jon as he seemed visibly agitated, but before he could say anything, Jon spoke up.
"Like I said. Trees, forests, you, us. Me. Lots of things have happened that we don't like. It doesn't change what is. Anyway, I'm not sure if you're going to like this or not, but the explosion brought a shit ton of undead towards us, and we've been limping ahead of the herd. Now, even if they miss this place, which I doubt they will because if we spend too much time sleeping, they're on us within a few hours, either way we're leaving because we have some injuries and need some antibiotics and the such. I don't want to, but the truth is, we need to find a village or some place with a doctor's office."
Jon looked behind him towards where the group was starting to wake up and go about their business. "You can come with us, or you can stay. Either way, we're leaving this place like you want."
I SAID QUITE, YOU LOSER!
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I am thinking your name looks familiar, but I'm not 100% sure.
Anyway, look around and if you're interested, let us know.
Az
Anyway, look around and if you're interested, let us know.
Az
QUIT THAT JOB IF IT KEEPS INTERFERING!
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I am indeed. Feel free to PM me when you get a chance.
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