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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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Long time no see, huh? I'd say it was almost a year ago we did those series of mystery RPs heh. Your RPs never fail to interest me.


Name: Roberta "Bobby" Krasinski

Age: 20

Sex: female

Personality: Bobby is a very calm and rational individual. She is neither outgoing nor introverted - she finds herself somewhere in the middle. She likes to have a non bias approach to things and tries to rationalize everything she encounters. That is why, when eerie happenings begin to take place in her city of residence, she is deeply disturbed.

Equipment: flash light, extra batteries, two water bottles, some cans of food, long knife, blanket, and pocket knife containing a blade, saw, cork screw, screw driver, can opener, and scissors.

Bio: Bobby was born to wealthy parents, both being highly acclaimed surgeons. She spent most of her childhood and teen years alone as they were rarely in the house and were emotionally unavailable. Even though she lived with her parents until the age of 18, when she left for college, it almost felt like she had always lived alone because of their absence. She also had few friends growing up. Because she was constantly alone, Bobby amused herself with exploring. She would go into gated off areas or explore abandoned homes. Her curious nature is what lured her out to discover what was happening in the mountains. She went to college right after high school. To her parents dismay, she went for history and geography rather than medical like they had hoped for. She lives in the dorms on campus with a roommate who parties every weekend and finds that she feels the same sense of independance that she did at home.
In Walkers 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Winifred "Winnie" Turner
20
Female
5'6, 120 lbs

Skills: people skills, perception, persuasive, stealth, good at melee, fishing, cooking, farming, hiking, horseback riding, and solving problems

Personality: A very outgoing young woman. Winnie is very talkative and charismatic. She uses this to her advantage to make friends and solid connections while trying to survive in this apocalyptic world. She is usually willing to offer her help and has good intentions, most of the time. Some disadvantages to her outgoing personality is that she tends to be somewhat of a busy body. She tends to stick her nose into other people's business from time to time and will make herself concerned with the affairs of everyone in the group. She can also be a bit too outspoken at times. At most times, she knows to mind her place but if she sees something unjust happening, it won't be uncommon for her to put her two cents in.

Background: Winifred was born to a schizophrenic mother and a dissapointing father who owned a bait and tackle shop. They lived in a very rural part of Georgia and Winifred's school had no more than 200 kids. With two rather dead beat parents, one would assume Winnie's life would be hell but it truly wasn't as bad as it seemed. Seeing as both her parents were emotionally unavailable, Winnie did not stay around the house much and took to exploring the country side with her free time. She spent a good part of her childhood and tween years alone. When Winnie was 13, an argument between her parents turned violent (as fights usually did between the two) and Winnie was removed from the home by child services. She was sent to live with a recently widowed man named Joseph Reed who owned a farm in northern Georgia. She lived there with Joseph and his son Tom up until the point of the outbreak. The father and son were welcoming and kind beyond belief to her and helped her recover from essentially losing both of her parents.

Family/Relationships-
Aaron Turner (biological father)
Grace Turner (biological mother)
Joseph Reed (adopted father)
Tom Reed (adopted brother)

Hope I'm not too late!
Forgot to include; favourite video game character is John Marston.


Interesting concept, count me in. Although I'll admit I don't know a hell of alot about India.
Sorry, late replies, I'm working on a response.
Declan's offer was tempting. No, more than tempting, it was perfect. Jack wasn't sure how far Declan would be willing to take him or just how far his car could get him, but it certainly was a better deal than following the tracks with Clover. The problem was, Jack was almost certain that the tracks would soon lead off of the road and into the hilly wilderness. The farther north, which is where th tracks appeared to be headed, the more untamed and unruly the land became. Jack had figured that was a perfect cover for escaping criminals.

Another problem was that Jack was not prepared to just abandon Clover, for someone to find and take or for him to starve. There were no fields for him to graze in. And he was his father's horse. He couldn't just leave him like this.

"I'm trackin' down a few fellas," Jack finally said after staring at the glistening keys that Declan displayed. "I'll be needin' to get at least thirty miles north until I go off roads." The old Jack would be shocked that he was actually agreeing to this, actually planning to catch a ride with a man he never knew to kill the men who took his family. When he had left the house with his satchel and guns, it still seemed unreal to him. Like his anger and pain were what was controlling him and it was all a very heroic idea. He didn't really start to realize what he was doing until now. Until there was a way to get there. Yes, the old Jack would be doing a double take. But not the Jack now.
Petra waited for a chance to get her response in, not having much time to speak before Hunter would start talking again. He was talkative - didn't particularly have anything of too much importance to say but spoke his mind, whatever thoughts were passing through it. It wasn't too often that you came across that these days. Perhaps it was from the lack of companion. Petra wasn't sure if Hunter's talkativeness was going to grow on her or nag at her. She was just thankful she didn't have to say to much.

It was ironic that he had asked her for a safe place to stay. Because that was just what she was looking for.

"I am looking for a camp. I was on the rooftop for the last few weeks, but I had to move on," Petra said slowly. She loaded some more medicine and supplies into her bag before zipping it up and turned to Hunter with a definitive look.
Declan's comment about payment almost caught Jack off guard. The idea of Declan actually oweing something to him for what he had done didn't seem to faze him. Perhaps it was because Jack wasn't thinking straight. Perhaps it was the surging rage and straight forward mindset that he had obtained - find the men who killed his family, and return the favour. Anything else was just a detour or a distraction from the main objective. That's what this was.

But there was more to this than met the eye. It seemed almost as if Declan was reading him like a open book, the puffiness of his eyes as the printed words, and the burning fire in his actions as the numbered pages. And the remark he made about Jack's father even furthered the uniqueness of the situation.

Jack only stared at the man, his eyes narrowed in attempt to keep the dust and sun away from his eyes. In that one look, he knew. He knew Declan was looking right through him, figuring him out with every action. "Unless my father pops his head out the grave, then I doubt he'll ever know about what happened here today." His voice quivered. As strong and powerful as Jack felt now with his charismatic trigger itch, he was still nothing but an emotional wreck of a man. Hell, he wasn't even a man. Jack was merely 19 and the only surviving child from his parents. The wounds of their deaths were too fresh to even touch.

But Jack couldn't help but notice that Declan had a shiny set of car keys in his hand and claimed to want to repay him.

"How much gas you got in that tank?"
Slight delay in posting, I should have my response up by tomorrow night.
Not a problem, take your time!
@Remipa Awesome

Alright, thanks for the heads up.
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