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7 yrs ago
Current To anyone who cares, I will be taking a break from rpg. I don’t know if I am coming back.
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7 yrs ago
Going to a dark place again... Trying to claw my way out is getting harder...
7 yrs ago
I am getting very tired of being blamed for things that are not my fault
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7 yrs ago
When you are so emotional you are close to dropping from every rp you are in just so people won't have to deal with you anymore
8 yrs ago
When a character that meant something to you gets torn down and thrown away like trash... 😢
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I had to remake this rp since I accidentally used an old account that I no longer wish to use. To be clear : Myst was my old account that I abandoned. Belle is the account I will be using from now on.

The Walking Dead - Among the Ruined
Season 4


When hell gets full, the Devil lets the dead walk the earth...


So this is a walking dead style rp. There will be action and gore and zombie killing, but mostly this will be about the twists and turns, the drama, the heartache and the joy of moral decisions that have both good and bad consequences.
Everything you do and say will have consequences further down the line. The walker you killed yesterday was actually the mother of the person you met today. That guy you refused to give food? He came back as a walker and killed your best friend. That little boy you helped? He came back with a large group to steal your supplies. Each choice is life and death. Don't ever get too comfortable, because you never know when things will go to hell.

So this is actually an RP I had from five years ago. It was my most successful and long lasting rp. I took a VERY long hiatus from rpg because of family and health issues. I have been wanting to return for a while now but this quarantine period has finally given me the time I need to return. I figure this is a fitting rp to return with.

The previous rp was set in Louisiana. I think I may set this one in Florida, somewhere on the coast or close to the Everglades. This will be a year after the outbreak started.

Rules :
1. No fighting in the OOC or Chat. I mean it. You get one warning, then your characters gets killed off and you are banned from the rp.
2. No overpowered characters. It's okay to have weapons, but not everyone is survival trained and can make a rocket launcher with a pocket knife, some string and a potato. Be realistic with your characters skills and their weapons.
3. Gore is fine, but romance (if there is any during a zombie apocalypse) goes to PM. Anything above kissing goes to PM.
4. Killing of characters must be agreed upon.
5. All ideas are welcome! If you have any ideas for major plot-related ideas, characters. locations, etc. then please PM either myself or my Co-GM(s).
6. Before making any game changing decisions please pm me to ask or discuss it in the OOC before posting it. This does not mean I need to make every decision for you, but MAJOR plot twists need to be approved by either me or my Co-GM (once I get one).
7. You can have as many characters as you can handle. Do not ignore anyone and post regularly. If you can't post for a couple of days, let us know so we can move around your character. If you do not post in the IC or OOC for a significant amount of time, then your character will be made an NPC and likely become a walker. If you want to return after that, you can make another character.
8. In that same vein, if you've been in the rp for some time and decide you want to go, the option for your character to become an NPC is there in case you ever return. Though NPCs are more likely to be killed off, the character just may be alive when you come back.
9. It might seem strange to have this rule but I have run into problems with this in the past so I am going to say it right off : NO ONE IS IMMUNE. This is not "The Last of Us" this is a "The Walking Dead" rp. There is no cure and there is no immunity to the zombie virus. Everyone already has it. Your character can be working on a cure, but that is all.
10. Please follow the posting rule (see below) If you do not, your post will be ignored.
11. I reserve the right to add more rules if needed.

CS:

Appearance : (please no anime pics. portraits are fine as long as they are realistic)
Name :
Age :
Skill : (are you good at medicine? cooking? electronics? hunting? marksman? these can be skills acquired after the outbreak)
Preferred Weapons (up to three) : (anything you can realistically have)
Personality : (good and bad points)
Brief Bio : (we are not going to know much about each other at first so only a brief history, such as what they were doing before the outbreak, is fine)

@Kuro you’re right. I’ll remake it. I’ll post the link here when it’s done.
I’m back once again

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This is Myst. I forgot that I abandoned that old account. When I was going through my old pms I realized why. I will be posting from this one from now on and will not be using my “Myst” account.
Hi everyone! It’s been over two years but I have finally returned!
I disappeared because of family issues, my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer twice.
To those who knew me before, it’s great to be back and I hope to write with you again.
To those I haven’t met yet, I can’t wait to meet you!
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After a lot of personal problems and rp problems I have returned to rpg to start rping again. Check out my list above or send me an idea. If it catches my interest I just might do it.


Amalia Solair

Bride of Wilhelm (@Saltwater Thief) and sister bride of Onyx (@Vesuvius00)


She saw red. Thick red blood soaking the ground. She saw the life leave her attacker’s eyes, draining into nothingness. Amalia’s eyes were large, her body shaking but not from cold.
She was in shock.

Others might have called her weak, but she had never experienced such things before. Watching the life leave someone... watching them die... seeing their life blood soaking the ground...
She trembled uncontrollably, staring sightlessly at the dead man before her.

A voice spoke to her. Her sister-bride Onyx. But she could barely understand the words. It took great effort to reply.

“On-nyx,” she stammered, reaching for her when the sound of metal severing flesh was heard again. Amalia put her hands over her ears, not wanting to hear any more of the horrid sounds of death. She closed her eyes, willing it all to go away, to not be real.

Wilhelm’s voice cut through like ice. Her gaze, wide-eyed, went to him. He asked about riding. Riding?
“I was... I was never al-lowed,” Amalia answered in a small voice.




Amalia Solair

Bride of Wilhelm (@Saltwater Thief) and sister bride of Onyx (@Vesuvius00)


”If you would have what is mine, then bare steel and come take it from me.”
The way the words were said chilled her to the bone, but also in a strange way made her feel a stirring in her heart. He would fight for them. It wasn’t love, but it was value at least. They must mean something for him to risk his life. Otherwise he would just hand them over and get other brides at a later time.

Amalia’s heart was in her throat as he was surrounded. There was nothing she could do without getting in the way...
A dirty hand suddenly shot into the carriage. She had been so focused on Wilhelm that she hadn’t seen the injured man coming towards them. She screamed as his hand latched onto her wrist, trying to pull her from the carriage. He snarled at her, yanking harder as she grabbed on to a piece of the carriage and held on. He yanked her free and spun her to face him, his arm going around her waist to attempt to toss her over his shoulder. In a rush of panic Amalia struck with her other hand, her nails scratching his face.

In more shock than pain, not expecting a Gem to fight back, the man loosened his grip on her wrist to touch his face. Amalia shoved him, trying anything to get away. She scrambled back into the carriage only to have him grab her ankle, jerking her back towards him.
“Bitch cunt!” He shouted angrily.

Amalia screamed again, kicking at him, fighting like a wildcat. She managed to land a kick in his injured shoulder, making him howl in pain.
Suddenly the man stopped. The only thing that Amalia could register was the blood.
So much blood...



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