czechmate46

The Living Dead [Open]

Looks great so far, will post my character in a little bit. I'm not sure whether to use a male or a female hmm...

Crown in Embers (A Gang Rp)

Lancaster Render - Tommie's - Thomas Swindle and Baylen Denney

Lancaster contemplated what Thomas said, trying desperately to put a face to the name but had no such luck. Whoever the creep was, Lancaster was going to find him and make him pay. He hated disappointing Thomas like this - but even worse their entire gang was in danger. If he didn't sort this out, there was going to be a shit storm and Lancaster was going to be right in the middle of it.

"Sure thing, Thomas," he told him as Thomas checked his phone and set in motion to leave. "I'll find whatever low life is doing this."

After Thomas left, Lancaster heaved a heavy sigh and leaned back against the wall, downing the rest of his drink. The anxiety had him dying for a smoke and he felt useless just sitting around Tommie's when the bastard could very well be in the warehouse at that very moment. It didn't matter that he wasn't prepared for it, Lancaster was going to get to the warehouse and try and catch this guy. He turned to Baylen who was still standing there. While Lancaster was a rather tall and intimidating man, he had a feeling that it might not be just one man that was doing this, but men. It was also late at night, which put him a little on edge. He didn't necessarily need anyone to join him but it certainly would be wise. Baylen was the only one around that Lancaster trusted with this, other than Thomas.

"I'm goin' to the warehouse. You comin'?"

Zombie group RP?

I have been in five different zombie RPs over the past two months...so why not try another haha. I'd be game for this.

The Purge: Demolition

Stevie

Name: Stevie Novak
Age: 26
Gender: female
Side: Support

Appearance: Basically straggly brown hair, hazel eyes, 5'8, thin.

Personality:While Stevie has many traits, there is one that dominates them all - selfish. Now, this doesn't mean she isn't capable of caring for others - she is very capable and has had a selected number of loved ones in the past. It is safe to say that Stevie uses her care and affection sparingly and sympathy is a rare occasion on her part. She only has a small number of people that she cares for, and an even smaller number of people that she loves. But most of all, she loves herself and sees to it that her needs are met before she helps anyone else. She can do fine with or without a companion - she's very independent emotionally and physically. Aside from all of this, Stevie has another dominant trait - vengeful.
Bio: The first decade or so of Stevie's life was pretty average. She grew up in a middle class family, in suburbia. She lived with her mother, father, and older brother. She went to a good high school, achieved good grades. Life was pretty good...until the purge of her senior year. Each year the Novaks would lock their doors and put up all their safety partitions while they waited out the purge. Only, this year, the partitions began to malfunction. As they closed them, they stopped half way and would not go any further. Stevie's father tried to fix it while he told the rest of the family to hide in the house. Stevie hid in an old wardrobe in the attic, hidden by large coats and scarves. She remained there for the extent of the night, too scared to leave in case there were predators in the house. Finally, as the sun rose and the purge had ended, Stevie ventured out of the wardrobe and downstairs to find the doors and windows to her house obliterated and her family dead on the floor. Every year since that night, Stevie takes part in the purge, killing off those who prey on innocent families.
She went to live with her cousin for the rest of high school, but soon moved out lived on her own, as she found it difficult to get along with others, as she cared so much for herself. She still loved her cousin, she just knew she would only hurt her if she stayed with her any longer.
Skills: Stevie took an interest in weapons, especially firearms, after her family was killed. She got her gun licence and purchased multiple guns. She made a hobby out of going to the shooting ranges and spending the entire night practicing. She was going to make damn sure that no one was going to kill her or anyone she loved ever again. She is also very good at deceiving others.
Weapons: Stevie has a colourful array of weapons. However, the ones she choses to bring with her when she purges are her Browning Hi Power pistol, her Remington rifle, and her knife.

The Walking Dead: The ties that bind.

"Michael Andrews," Florence repeated his name with smile. It simply could not be put into words how grateful she was to be in the company of another living, breathing, warm blooded, human being, rather than the wicked undead that she seemed to be surrounded with. "I might be speaking too quickly, but it's a pleasure to meet you." As far as she could see, Michael posed no threat to her and appeared to be very friendly and talkative. She hoped he stayed that way.

After devouring half of the tin of the canned beef, Florence packed it back away. Although she still hungered immensely, she needed to preserve her food. Who knew how much longer it would be until she found more. She heard Michael talking about the survivors Florence had mentioned. She too hoped they had food and water. But even if they did, who was to say they'd share? Through her travels, Florence had seen humans at their worst. Selfishness and deceit was at an all time high. "There were about four of them...or five, I couldn't quite tell. They were entering the city's borders then started heading west before I lost sight of them," she said to Michael as she peered out over the edge of the rooftop, into the darkness of the night. A city that would have been lit up like a Christmas tree at night, was pitch black. It was a pure example of how the times had changed things.

Florence looked back at Michael who was offering her his water bottle. She was shocked by his generosity, she had not seen this extent since the outbreak. "Are you sure?" she asked him as she slowly reached out for the water bottle. While she felt rather guilty taking other survivor's resources, she had been desperate for water lately. All she had was the rain water that collected in a bucket that was on the roof.

The Walking Dead: The ties that bind.

Larfleeze said
Done, also sorry about the short post. It was just to get the ball rolling again.

Ah, thanks, I was just teasing you before haha. Hope you feel better.

The Walking Dead: The ties that bind.

Waiting for a reply like:

The Purge: Demolition

I like this idea, I will make a character later today.

Looking for an RP partner to do mature RP

Bump

The Walking Dead: The ties that bind.

Florence followed the man with her gun until he explained himself. He appeared quite jittery and nervous - but also very kind. Florence was relieved by this and eventually lowered her gun once he asked to stay the night and offered to share his food with her. He seemed trustworthy enough, she would have to put some faith in him. It was either that or force him back down the fire escape, which she wasn't fond of. She wanted to help this man. It had been far too long since she had another human to converse with, share her thoughts and emotions with. She doubted this simple survivor could give her that kind of companionship, but at least he was someone to talk to. She just hoped he wasn't two timing her, and would rob her in her sleep. He appeared overly friendly but precautions had to be made. Nonetheless, she would trust him for the time being.

"Keep your food," she told him as she slung her rifle over her shoulder. "I don't have much but I have enough to last a few more days. I want you to keep your food," she gave the man a reassuring smile. As she pulled out a can of beef, which would be her dinner, she looked over at the man who was getting into his sweet corn. "I saw a group of survivors earlier. Are you with them?" she asked. "I'm Florence, by the way. Florence Matthews," she introduced herself, extending her free hand.