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Seasoned roleplayer mostly interested in 1x1 roleplays with mature themes and ideas.

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Interests:

History (ancient European history, pre-Christian Europe, Medieval times, American settlement & westward expansion, American Civil War, modern history such as the Roaring 20's, Great Depression era, civil rights movement & Vietnam War)

Paganism (Northern European)

Philosophy (Nietzsche, Marcus Aurelius, Sartre, Kierkegaard)

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Music (Pink Floyd, Moody Blues, Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, The Beatles, Steppenwolf)

Video Games (Red Dead Redemption I & II, Skyrim/Elder Scrolls universe)


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SyrianHamster said
Sorry that first post of mine was long, I'll shorten my next one to fit more with the length of all yours.


The length of your post is totally up to you! I would say that one paragraph should be the minimum but after that, you can decide how long your post is :)
Ugh sorry about the double posts in the IC. My laptop is being stupid.
"Maybe," Joseph sighed, after hearing what Buck had to say. "But I never seen no disease that raises people from the dead. I just dont understand it all." He glanced to the ground sullenly, unsure what they could possibly do now other than rest for the time being then head out and look for other survivors.

But it seemed Buck had something else in mind. Joseph liked the way he thought. Even though Buck claimed not to be too bright, he didnt give himself enough credit. He definitely had the critical thinking skills needed to survive. "That's very kind of you to offer," Joseph said, feeling his lips twitch into a smile. "I think we should continue our travel. Maybe make our way to Armadillo. I heard there's a highly acclaimed doctor there." He fidgeted on his branch before continuing. "You know, I doubt you should be calling me 'kid'," he joked. "I may not look my age, but I'm approaching forty." Joseph could tell, by the pitch of Buck's voice, that he was definitely younger than he was. Yet all the same, he saw him as equal.
"Maybe," Joseph sighed, after hearing what Buck had to say. "But I never seen no disease that raises people from the dead. I just dont understand it all." He glanced to the ground sullenly, unsure what they could possibly do now other than rest for the time being then head out and look for other survivors.

But it seemed Buck had something else in mind. Joseph liked the way he thought. Even though Buck claimed not to be too bright, he didnt give himself enough credit. He definitely had the critical thinking skills needed to survive. "That's very kind of you to offer," Joseph said, feeling his lips twitch into a smile. "I think we should continue our travel. Maybe make our way to Armadillo. I heard there's a highly acclaimed doctor there." He fidgeted on his branch before continuing. "You know, I doubt you should be calling me 'kid'," he joked. "I may not look my age, but I'm approaching forty." Joseph could tell, by the pitch of Buck's voice, that he was definitely younger than he was. Yet all the same, he saw him as equal.
"Oh," Joseph was at a loss for words. He had really hoped for more than an explanation than that. Did anyone have clue as to what was happening? Or was Buck just as clueless as he was?

Following Buck's instructions, Joseph dunked an empty flask into the pond and took small, shallow sips. He then proceeded to climb the tree next to Buck's - or at least tried to-. Growing up in Blackwater, Joseph never did activities that other kids had done, such as climb trees. While he had become a rancher in his early twenties, he had yet to ever climb a tree. Struggling immensely, he finally managed to perch himself on one of the thick branches and took a deep breath as he listened to what Buck had to say. He was a bounty hunter - and it seemed like he was a skilled one. Thankful for his company, Joseph listened in silence, typical for him, and considered his advice.

"Mister Buck," Joseph began, unsure whether he should continue to speak, as it seemed Buck was falling into slumber. "I really meant what I said before. My wife and son turned into those hideous creatures just yesterday and my ranch has become over run...I have to know what this is and what it means."
Following the man, Joseph spurred his horse out of Thieves' Landing, amazed at the amount of undead that he was effortlessly ploughing through with his horse. The man he was following appeared to have great knowledge; for that he was grateful. At times like this, he really needed a helping hand.

Bringing his horse to a heavy trot, he rode along side the man who introduced himself as Buck. "Howdy, Buck. I'm Joseph Reed," he introduced himself then thanked him for advice he had given him and for coming to his rescue back in Thieve's Landing. Taking a deep breath, he began to ask the question that had boggled his mind since his wife and son had turned into undeads. "So, do you know what in the hell is going on?"
Hesitantly, Joseph looked down at the man on the ground, yelling up to him. "Are you sure? They can't get up here!" Not that he knew much about what was happening - it had been just a day since the plague of the undead had finally made it's way to his ranch and taken his wife and son - but he had seen that these creatures, as dangerous as they were, did not contain the intellect to do complicated things; such as climb.

However, he was happy to see someone who was not an undead. He wished to know what was going on. He peered down at him, upon his horse. He had no choice but to trust him. He must have been dealing with this plague longer than he, himself, had. Following the man's instructions, he whistled for his horse and prepared to jump to the ground and scurry to his horse.
Hesitantly, Joseph looked down at the man on the ground, yelling up to him. "Are you sure? They can't get up here!" Not that he knew much about what was happening - it had been just a day since the plague of the undead had finally made it's way to his ranch and taken his wife and son - but he had seen that these creatures, as dangerous as they were, did not contain the intellect to do complicated things; such as climb.

However, he was happy to see someone who was not an undead. He wished to know what was going on. He peered down at him, upon his horse. He had no choice but to trust him. He must have been dealing with this plague longer than he, himself, had. Following the man's instructions, he whistled for his horse and prepared to jump to the ground and scurry to his horse.
Definitely interested
Shoshanna peered up at the doctor that would be leading the scavenge. She wasn't quite sure how she felt about this. She had always been somewhat of a one man show, and she had learned from the uprising of the dead, that large numbers were never good. However, these people had offered her food and supplies if she joined them - something she was in dire need of. So, she supposed that she could be of assistance and mix in with others, just this once.
One of the reasons Shoshanna was so hesitant to work with others was the language barrier. While she had moved to America from Germany a good eleven years ago, her and her family often spoke German to each other and she had made friends with other German immigrants her age. Now that all of that was gone, she would have to use the little English she knew to converse with others and survive.
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