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5 yrs ago
MY COMPUTER IS NOW FIXED HALLELUJAH
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7 yrs ago
jesus tits, nothing kills your soul like not having a whole day to yourself in 3 months
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7 yrs ago
what's fun? having 4 people quit and leave you with 3 people to run a store...
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7 yrs ago
sometimes I want to sleep for 80 years
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Bio
Cold, Old, oh so very full of mold.
I am Bean. 26/genderqueer
I am old as shit, and have been RPing for well over a decade. Hit me up with some of that isekai shit.
I am Bean. 26/genderqueer
I am old as shit, and have been RPing for well over a decade. Hit me up with some of that isekai shit.
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it's awesome holy frick *c*
"...Those boats don't like to move very far. And when they do, i's in the wrong direction or really slow." Clover corrected, shaking her head. "Plus, if I remember correctly, there's a kind of blockage somewhere along the way." Her eyes strayed from the sign as she cleared her throat, putting her hands on the strap. "...not really. I know a little but not much more. I... Didn't get much time to learn when I was little." she explained, fiddling with the cloth.
"...Well, yeah. I haven't gone this far in a while... And foot is the only way to go. Well besides swimming.." Clover shrugged, looking at the sign, then the sky, and picking up her pace. "It's too cold to swim, or I would be doing so right now.. Oh, and we have stuff that needs to stay dry, too." she added, furrowing her brows at the sign. "...What's it say?" she asked, referring to the gratified, weathered but still legible sign. "I kinda know the numbers but what else does it say?"
ugh where are you dork
(excuse the lame title it's the best I could think up)
The end of the world started out just like any other cold and flu season. People got sick, some died, media flipped out. It only changed after people began to get vaccinated. They created a supervirus that created flesh eating zombies,ironically because of their fear of death, and still the media, the one that mattered, was silent. The only people who knew were the police, swat, hospital workers, conspiracy theorists, and those online enough to know something bad was going down. Then it began to get out of control, and millions began to turn. Now, months later, there're rumours of safe havens all over, though they're just rumors with no actual basis. The US has almost totally been overrun, though sometimes there are small pockets of survivors. After wandering around, attempting to find a safe place that stays safe (person A) runs into (person B) and they join forces- two is better than one, right?
~
Info on the zombies: They're slow, but not totally dumb. They scream like those blonde fan-service "props" in slasher movies at humans, and swarm them. They're attracted by sound, but they can smell the difference between non-infected and infected. they don't go for dead humans, they prefer living ones, but they have been known to eat someone that's recently died. They prefer to eat humans, and scream at them, but they have also been rumored to eat animals in desperation, or so the internet users say. Best way to take them out is an arrow or silent weapon to their head, because loud noises draw them closer.
Some have been found to run, sprint even, in a desperate attempt to feed, but that kind is extremely rare.
the infection is transferred through blood- the zombies gums bleed constantly, and when they bite, the blood enters the wound. some spray blood in a fine mist, but it is currently unknown if that can cause infection.
After infection, the human suffers for about 24 hours before dying, and turning. They become incapacitated at hour 6, and unable to hide their symptoms. it's been rumored that some people can carry the disease, and that some can remain functioning as humans for a week before finally turning.
The first symptoms are intense scabbing of the wound, loss of coordination, inability to focus eyes, a slight slur in speech, a sickly/different colour to the skin, and a distinctive smell. This can all be hidden/passed off as drunk.
Then, they start to be violently ill, shaking, cold and clammy, the scabbing soon dissipates and the wound begin to pus up and weep, any other wounds on the body that weren't the point of infection bleed, and the first symptoms become worse. then organs shut down, the body cools, and then they die. they reanimate after an hour.
bean's:
Name: Jason Cortez
Age: 20
Gender: male
Looks: Jason stands at 6 foot three, his physically fit frame smothered in tan skin. His hair which is normally brown has been lightened to a blonde by seawater and the sun, and is spiked in a short fohawk, and even wet it does not leave anything much for zombies or rope to grab onto, nor does it obstruct his vision. His hands are strong and rough, as they've put up with the harsh conditions of sailing and driving a boat around the gulf, and his body is not without scars from rope burn, accidental cuts and falls, and fights he's had as a child. He usually wears a tight tank top and cargo shorts, the only thing he has on him that serve little purpose are his father's dog tags he has around his neck. His strong face are pierced by his dark hazel eyes, his right eyebrow interrupted by a scar he'd gotten from accidentally running into a pole a few years ago. He wears white sneakers on the boat, appreciating the grip and how they don't scuff up the boat.
Bio: Jason is the son of an upper-middle class family, from Louisiana. His father wasn't there for most of his life, as he went MIA on his last tour in the military. His mother is a policewoman, and growing up she used to take him and his sister, Ophelia, to the shooting range- stressing the importance of gun safety, and when it's ok to use it. Before the zombies, he sailed ships for people who couldn't themselves, and ended up working in Florida for the sake of money. He and his family were pretty tight nit, and he found out about the zombies before the phone lines started to get mucked up, from his mom and sister. He's heading northwest to look for them, hoping to meet up at mobile, Alabama. As of this moment, he's got a backpack on him with some rope, a large knife, a half-used first aid kit, two granola bars, a bottle of water, a crowbar, a wallet with more pictures of family than anything else, a map, and a roll of toilet paper inside of it.
Robyn's
Name: Alexis "Alex" Fletcher
Age: 19 yrs
Gender: Female
short bio thing: Alexis was born in South Carolina along with her brother Chance on a small cotton farm. She spent her childhood days helping out on the farm and her father even taught her how to shoot a rifle. It was essential to keep the small animals out of the crops and she became quite the shot. Not long before the outbreak her parents got divorced with her father and Chance staying on the farm and her mother and she left for Florida. Alexis wasn't happy with leaving the farm that she had grew up and worked on all her life. During the outbreak she hasn't heard anything from her father or brother besides one phone call. Her mother had been killed while at working as a nurse in a hospital receiving the first of the ill in the area. Since it has seemed the entire world has gone to Hell. Alexis has survived relatively well as she has reverted back to her days on the farm doing what she knows best to survive. She only keeps an old rifle, a knife, and a backpack full of supplies on her person.
She quickly learned that sounds attracted more of the infected and only uses it in a dire emergency. She is currently in search of a viable alternative.
Looks:
The end of the world started out just like any other cold and flu season. People got sick, some died, media flipped out. It only changed after people began to get vaccinated. They created a supervirus that created flesh eating zombies,ironically because of their fear of death, and still the media, the one that mattered, was silent. The only people who knew were the police, swat, hospital workers, conspiracy theorists, and those online enough to know something bad was going down. Then it began to get out of control, and millions began to turn. Now, months later, there're rumours of safe havens all over, though they're just rumors with no actual basis. The US has almost totally been overrun, though sometimes there are small pockets of survivors. After wandering around, attempting to find a safe place that stays safe (person A) runs into (person B) and they join forces- two is better than one, right?
~
Info on the zombies: They're slow, but not totally dumb. They scream like those blonde fan-service "props" in slasher movies at humans, and swarm them. They're attracted by sound, but they can smell the difference between non-infected and infected. they don't go for dead humans, they prefer living ones, but they have been known to eat someone that's recently died. They prefer to eat humans, and scream at them, but they have also been rumored to eat animals in desperation, or so the internet users say. Best way to take them out is an arrow or silent weapon to their head, because loud noises draw them closer.
Some have been found to run, sprint even, in a desperate attempt to feed, but that kind is extremely rare.
the infection is transferred through blood- the zombies gums bleed constantly, and when they bite, the blood enters the wound. some spray blood in a fine mist, but it is currently unknown if that can cause infection.
After infection, the human suffers for about 24 hours before dying, and turning. They become incapacitated at hour 6, and unable to hide their symptoms. it's been rumored that some people can carry the disease, and that some can remain functioning as humans for a week before finally turning.
The first symptoms are intense scabbing of the wound, loss of coordination, inability to focus eyes, a slight slur in speech, a sickly/different colour to the skin, and a distinctive smell. This can all be hidden/passed off as drunk.
Then, they start to be violently ill, shaking, cold and clammy, the scabbing soon dissipates and the wound begin to pus up and weep, any other wounds on the body that weren't the point of infection bleed, and the first symptoms become worse. then organs shut down, the body cools, and then they die. they reanimate after an hour.
bean's:
Name: Jason Cortez
Age: 20
Gender: male
Looks: Jason stands at 6 foot three, his physically fit frame smothered in tan skin. His hair which is normally brown has been lightened to a blonde by seawater and the sun, and is spiked in a short fohawk, and even wet it does not leave anything much for zombies or rope to grab onto, nor does it obstruct his vision. His hands are strong and rough, as they've put up with the harsh conditions of sailing and driving a boat around the gulf, and his body is not without scars from rope burn, accidental cuts and falls, and fights he's had as a child. He usually wears a tight tank top and cargo shorts, the only thing he has on him that serve little purpose are his father's dog tags he has around his neck. His strong face are pierced by his dark hazel eyes, his right eyebrow interrupted by a scar he'd gotten from accidentally running into a pole a few years ago. He wears white sneakers on the boat, appreciating the grip and how they don't scuff up the boat.
Bio: Jason is the son of an upper-middle class family, from Louisiana. His father wasn't there for most of his life, as he went MIA on his last tour in the military. His mother is a policewoman, and growing up she used to take him and his sister, Ophelia, to the shooting range- stressing the importance of gun safety, and when it's ok to use it. Before the zombies, he sailed ships for people who couldn't themselves, and ended up working in Florida for the sake of money. He and his family were pretty tight nit, and he found out about the zombies before the phone lines started to get mucked up, from his mom and sister. He's heading northwest to look for them, hoping to meet up at mobile, Alabama. As of this moment, he's got a backpack on him with some rope, a large knife, a half-used first aid kit, two granola bars, a bottle of water, a crowbar, a wallet with more pictures of family than anything else, a map, and a roll of toilet paper inside of it.
Robyn's
Name: Alexis "Alex" Fletcher
Age: 19 yrs
Gender: Female
short bio thing: Alexis was born in South Carolina along with her brother Chance on a small cotton farm. She spent her childhood days helping out on the farm and her father even taught her how to shoot a rifle. It was essential to keep the small animals out of the crops and she became quite the shot. Not long before the outbreak her parents got divorced with her father and Chance staying on the farm and her mother and she left for Florida. Alexis wasn't happy with leaving the farm that she had grew up and worked on all her life. During the outbreak she hasn't heard anything from her father or brother besides one phone call. Her mother had been killed while at working as a nurse in a hospital receiving the first of the ill in the area. Since it has seemed the entire world has gone to Hell. Alexis has survived relatively well as she has reverted back to her days on the farm doing what she knows best to survive. She only keeps an old rifle, a knife, and a backpack full of supplies on her person.
She quickly learned that sounds attracted more of the infected and only uses it in a dire emergency. She is currently in search of a viable alternative.
Looks:
The year is 2040, and the world has actually achieved what the 60's promised. Robot maids, food at the press of a button, flying cars, utopias above the clouds. There is no disease, no hunger, no one usually suffers. Most everything is artificial, dead, plastic, or all three. There is an occasional war, but nothing much. Life is mundane, however, and boring. Books and games exist and are fun, but they can only do so much, which often leads youth to cause trouble, just to stave off boredom. Global news and conditions that don't effect the people are ignored.
The era is the era of Einhal. War has broken out, between the two major kingdoms, and their allies. Magic runs rampant and is used as a tool, and it's extremely similar to . Life being boring is the least of the people's problems, and thus don't go in seek of entertainment, unless they are extremely well off. Those able usually fight in the war, and those that can't try to help the cause when they can. There aren't many places untouched by the war.
However, there is an anomaly in the otherwise unconnected worlds. There is a book in each world that serves as a portal- when something is inserted into the binding, it comes out on the other side, in another universe. If something is written on the pages, it appears on the other side. It appears completely out of place- For the futuristic world, it looks old-timey; For the magical world, it appears metallic and stylized.
For whatever their reasons, one person from each world stumbles upon the book, and its strange properties, and it turns out, the people in each world are exact copies of those in the alternate world, though their personalities are changed. If one is violent in the first world, the violence is kept inside as only a thought in the other. There seems to be no correlation between social status though. Strangely enough, if a copy gets damaged, the other gets the same damage when asleep.
But the government in the first world is rapidly and insidiously growing, and the story of a book that "leads to a world of doppelgangers and immense power" is spreading in the second world- even to the opposition in the war, who will do anything to win. Will the two book owners manage to keep their books safe and create a safe place, or will they be separated once again, and the worlds both at war with each other.
The era is the era of Einhal. War has broken out, between the two major kingdoms, and their allies. Magic runs rampant and is used as a tool, and it's extremely similar to . Life being boring is the least of the people's problems, and thus don't go in seek of entertainment, unless they are extremely well off. Those able usually fight in the war, and those that can't try to help the cause when they can. There aren't many places untouched by the war.
However, there is an anomaly in the otherwise unconnected worlds. There is a book in each world that serves as a portal- when something is inserted into the binding, it comes out on the other side, in another universe. If something is written on the pages, it appears on the other side. It appears completely out of place- For the futuristic world, it looks old-timey; For the magical world, it appears metallic and stylized.
For whatever their reasons, one person from each world stumbles upon the book, and its strange properties, and it turns out, the people in each world are exact copies of those in the alternate world, though their personalities are changed. If one is violent in the first world, the violence is kept inside as only a thought in the other. There seems to be no correlation between social status though. Strangely enough, if a copy gets damaged, the other gets the same damage when asleep.
But the government in the first world is rapidly and insidiously growing, and the story of a book that "leads to a world of doppelgangers and immense power" is spreading in the second world- even to the opposition in the war, who will do anything to win. Will the two book owners manage to keep their books safe and create a safe place, or will they be separated once again, and the worlds both at war with each other.
oh my god im so sorry I totally forgot to check this!! i
aaaAAA yey awesome
is there anything you feel that needs to be added? I noticed I forgot to put a narrower area like a state ><
is there anything you feel that needs to be added? I noticed I forgot to put a narrower area like a state ><
boop
hhhhhh
I'm 17, which is probably too young for you, but I think you're really really cool. If you're willing to put up with my "oh-sh*t-literacy-is-hard-but-i'm-trying" level, I'm so game for a superhero RP, if you are. I've been rping for 10 years, as well.
iiiiif you're not game thats ok too *c*
I'm 17, which is probably too young for you, but I think you're really really cool. If you're willing to put up with my "oh-sh*t-literacy-is-hard-but-i'm-trying" level, I'm so game for a superhero RP, if you are. I've been rping for 10 years, as well.
iiiiif you're not game thats ok too *c*
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