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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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you can. just remember that the outlaws are essentially "Chapter one" so keep that in mind.


Ok, perhaps I should chose a more stable character then? Or have my character as an outlaw that was not part of the group that killed the sherriff?
Will have a CS up by tonight. May my character be one of the outlaws?
Name: Thomas Reed
Age: 19
Living Appearance:

Ghost Appearance:
Personality: Thomas had always been a polite and gentle young man. Growing up as a farmer, he had a respect for animals and felt a certain need to care for others. He is mostly shy and bashful. After his death, he is more so sad than angry. He spends a lot of time alone but does not turn others away if they want to talk.
Reason for staying: he has decided that, since it has been nearly a century since his death, it's time for a second chance. He was prompted to decide this because his family's land is about to be sold to a housing company and he is going to stop the deal.
Cause of death: Shot down in No Man's Land during the battle of Passchendaele.
Ghost ability: Power to cause chaos with his mind, power to control one's body if he gets close enough to them, power to have his voice mimick any noise.
Interested

Name: Petra Novak
Nickname: N/A
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Background: Petra was born in the most eastern point of Czechoslovakia, in 1983. When the Berlin wall was knocked down and the USSR dissolved, her family moved to America. Being new immigrants that spoke little English, they did not have the most luxurious life. Up until the time that Petra moved out, she and her family lived in a crummy apartment with cracks in the wall and flickering lights. When Petra was still in high school, her brother had graduated. Not having the money for college, he got involved in a gang. By the time Petra had graduated, her brother had gotten her involved with it as well and they were working together. However, some years later, during a deal gone bad, Petra's brother was killed. This prompted her to give up the lifestyle and lead a straight life. She used the money she had made to move to a different part of the city and finally enroll in college at the age of 26. Since graduation, she had been working as a cook and living alone in her apartment. This is the life she had during the outbreak.
Age: 35
Height: 5'7
Body Type: Average
Hair: Blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Personality: Being from Eastern Europe, Petra is naturally on the colder side. Smiles are a rare commodity and laughs are even rarer. She speaks only when she feels it's necessary and has little patience for nonsense. Her temper is somewhere in the middle; she knows not to snap over petty things but will not let others walk all over her and will not tolerate people wasting her time. She is rough around the edges and will not lie for your benefit. She will call things as she sees them. She is usually independant and will not ask for help unless she truly needs it. Another thing she takes from growing up in the Soviet Union is her communistic views. These will be prominent when in a group setting.
Unique Abilities: trilingual (Czech, German, and English), cooking skills, street experience, and negotiation skills.
Knowledge of Combat: while Petra was involved in street life, she did little fighting herself. That was up to the men and she was smart enough to avoid such confrontations. She has basic knowledge of guns as her gang dealt them and she knows how to properly wield blunt trama weapons. Despite this knowledge, she is not extremely experienced with it, but can hold her own at least for a little while.
Weapons: Fire axe and pocket knife
Equipment: backpack containing: bag of crackers, canteen of water, three cans of soup, some medical supplies, a dead phone, wallet, and a change of clothes.
Conditions: her English isn't exactly up to par and despite being in the country for twenty eight years, she still mixes her words up sometimes. This is mostly due to the fact that her family is still spoke Czech at home and she would only have to use her English when outside of her house. Can also be a little hard to understand.

*Please ignore the name and holster, she was taken from an rdr character selection.*

Name: Winona Macintosh

Age: 73

Status: Inmate

Personality: Winona has gotten cold and snappy with age. She is demanding, aggressive, and short tempered. She in infamous for being verbally abusive and using her religion as a weapon as well as a justification for her actions. She can lash out phsycially but not often, as her old age makes it ineffective. She is obviously very religious and prejudice.

Brief Bio: Winona lived in the fictional Canadian province of Huntington until the age of 70. She lived on a ranch where she raised her four children; Jakob, Alvin, Isabelle, and Lawrence. Lawrence was the only child to survive into his adulthood as Jakob and Alvin were killed in a stampede and Isabelle died in childbirth at age 19. Her husband died shortly after the death of her three children.
When Lawrence turned 18, he left home to work at a lumber camp. As she aged, it got harder and harder for Winona to take care of herself and there was no one to take care of her, as she had scared them all away with her rude and aggressive tendancies. She asked Lawrence to move back in with her. If he did so, she promised him ownership of the ranch when she died. Reluctantly, Lawrence complied and moved back home.
However, Winona's abuse was more than he could bare. She contsantly battered him every day about not marrying and not giving her any grandchildren. She would demand outrageous service from him and criticise him on his every act. It soon reached the point in which she claimed God had told her that Lawrence was stealing from her and trying to kill her. She began to make more outrageous claims against Lawrence until he decided he had to send her away to an asylum that would keep her contained - regardless if it were in another country.
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Really craving some historical RPs lately. I have many plots worked out and my interest and knowledge is best suited for 1800 - present but don't be afraid to send me a PM for a historical plot you are craving. I will try my best to accommodate. I don't have many rules; most of the RPs will have mature content in them, so I ask that you be mature enough to handle that. I write at a casual level so 1-3 paragraphs per post would be ideal. And my posting speed is about once every day or two.
I just ask that you don't leave me high and dry. If you are losing interest or lacking time, please let me know instead of vanishing.
Now, you don't need to be a history professor to do any of these - I don't expect you to be an expert. Just general knowledge of the time period would be necessary.
The plots:










Anything Dust Bowl
Anything circa 1970's

If you are interested in any of these, PM or post your interest. Thanks for reading!

To know your death approaches quickly is one thing. To accept it is another. As I sat there in that air vent, crouched over due to lack of space, and baggy eyed due to lack of sleep, I had to accept my death was going to come soon. I would not reach a ripe old age where at which I could sit on the front porch with my husband and watch our grandchildren play in the yard. I would not marry in a white gown nor have children that had my husband's blonde hair. I wouldn't even graduate high school. I would die here in this vent with Julia. That was a heavy pill to swallow.

I struggled to heave a sigh as I thought about this while Julia spoke. I didn't want to die here. But something told me what was outside the school was not any better than what was within. I wondered if we'd live long enough to find out. I at least wanted to try and survive as long as we could in the school, regardless if it was just to postpone the inevitable.

"Well what do you have with you?" I asked her after she finished speaking. "I mean, I know you have the hammer but what else do you have?" I wanted to see what collected assets we had before making any sort of decision or plan.
I nodded as she spoke, my new found joy taking a swift kick in the gut when she said she hadn't found anyone else. But shouldn't I have figured it as such? Shouldn't I have expected my joy to come individually wrapped, not thrown onto me in bulk? It was only a minute ago that the thought of another human in the school seemed perposterous. Now, it came to life.

"I haven't found anyone either," I said, feeling the need to add it. "But I did find an area in the vent that runs above the street and you can look down and have an overview of it. You've probably seen what the halls are like but to see it from above..." my voice trailed off, the thought of the scene I described was enough to catch my breath. It was like nothing I had ever seen before. Hordes of students frothing at the mouth, snapping their deformed jaws at any sound the heard, skreeching and howling for no foreseeable reason. It seemed as if it truly were hell on earth.

"I was so certain everyone was dead. Or whatever those things are. I've seen tons of people we know just wandering aimlessly as their flesh rotted away. Sometimes I can't believe it," I finished, my previous smile now completely transformed into a frown. "I really don't know how long we can live like this."
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