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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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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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Media Interests:
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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It’s been a while since I posted one of these so I figured I’d try again. I’m looking for a partner for a 1x1 roleplay. I write at a casual level so 1-3 paragraphs would the norm. I prefer to play as female but there are some exceptions. I can do both MxF and FxF and even MxM. I have plots and ideas for all pairings. I also have some fandom ideas. Most, if not all, pairings and plots will have adult content. I ask that you are mature enough to handle that. I understand that life gets hectic and I know I’m definitely not a quick replier so at least 3 replies per week would be the minimum I ask for. If you’re going to be replying less than that, just let me know.
I do not have time for those who message me, tell me they are interested in a plot, only to abandon it without a word while we are still planning it out or after we’ve just started. If you happen to lose interest or lack the time to keep up,let me know. I will be understanding if you’re straight with me and tell me. Otherwise, you’re wasting both of our time.
If a plot is crossed out, it means I am already doing that roleplay.
If you have any interest in any of the following plots or pairs, please PM me or post your interest in the thread. Thanks for reading!
MxF Plots
FxF Plots
MxM Plots
Fandoms
Brief Ideas/Concepts
I don’t have specific ideas or plots for these but I’d be interested in working out a plot with you if you had some ideas.
Zombies (Especially Nazi zombies)
Death (Grim Reaper)
Dust Bowl
Wild West
Peace Movement/Vietnam war
Halloween related ideas
Family relations
Age play
Friends With Benefits
Body swap
The forbidden concept
Prison
Name: Paddington Bear
Gender: Male
Age: Paddington has been around since the 60's but still acts like he's around age 10
Features: Paddington is a very soft, squishy, teddy bear. He always wears his red hat and blue coat. He's very cuddly and something about him just makes him irresistible to children. As he is such an old toy, he has no special electronic abilities.
Personality: Paddington is a very curious toy and outgoing. He loves to make new friends and loves to explore new things. He is very gentle and kind and wouldn't hurt a fly. He is sometimes hard on himself and blames himself for bad things that happen even if it isn't his fault. He's helpful and selfless and hates being alone.
History of Product: Paddington was manufactured in the early 60's, a few years after the Paddington Bear books became popular with children. His first owner was a 10 year old girl named Rachel. Paddington was Rachel's favourite toy and she kept him with her all the way up to college. In college, in the early 70s, Rachel became heavily involved in, not only her studies, but the peace movement. For years, Paddington just sat on Rachel's shelf, never touched. Finally, when the war was over and Rachel got married and moved in with her husband, she gave Paddington away to a toy drive. Paddington was given to a poor family in the late 70s where he was treated even more horribly than when living with Rachel. It was during this point in time that Paddington learned that he was just a toy. Since then, Paddington has lived with four different children before ending up at Babbling Brook day care. He ended up on the shelf of a thrift store in 2005 and one of the day care workers saw him while shopping. She thought the children would enjoy him and bought him for the day care. Paddington enjoys living at the day care and has been there for 10 years. He has no plans to escape or revolt. But the thing about Paddington is that he can be easily swayed.
@Karl Kadaver Great, thanks!
Very interesting concept
Name: Paddington Bear
Gender: Male
Age: Paddington has been around since the 60's but still acts like he's around age 10
Features: Paddington is a very soft, squishy, teddy bear. He always wears his red hat and blue coat. He's very cuddly and something about him just makes him irresistible to children. As he is such an old toy, he has no special electronic abilities.
Personality: Paddington is a very curious toy and outgoing. He loves to make new friends and loves to explore new things. He is very gentle and kind and wouldn't hurt a fly. He is sometimes hard on himself and blames himself for bad things that happen even if it isn't his fault. He's helpful and selfless and hates being alone.
History of Product: Paddington was manufactured in the early 60's, a few years after the Paddington Bear books became popular with children. His first owner was a 10 year old girl named Rachel. Paddington was Rachel's favourite toy and she kept him with her all the way up to college. In college, in the early 70s, Rachel became heavily involved in, not only her studies, but the peace movement. For years, Paddington just sat on Rachel's shelf, never touched. Finally, when the war was over and Rachel got married and moved in with her husband, she gave Paddington away to a toy drive. Paddington was given to a poor family in the late 70s where he was treated even more horribly than when living with Rachel. It was during this point in time that Paddington learned that he was just a toy. Since then, Paddington has lived with four different children before ending up at Babbling Brook day care. He ended up on the shelf of a thrift store in 2005 and one of the day care workers saw him while shopping. She thought the children would enjoy him and bought him for the day care. Paddington enjoys living at the day care and has been there for 10 years. He has no plans to escape or revolt. But the thing about Paddington is that he can be easily swayed.
Name: Paddington Bear
Gender: Male
Age: Paddington has been around since the 60's but still acts like he's around age 10
Features: Paddington is a very soft, squishy, teddy bear. He always wears his red hat and blue coat. He's very cuddly and something about him just makes him irresistible to children. As he is such an old toy, he has no special electronic abilities.
Personality: Paddington is a very curious toy and outgoing. He loves to make new friends and loves to explore new things. He is very gentle and kind and wouldn't hurt a fly. He is sometimes hard on himself and blames himself for bad things that happen even if it isn't his fault. He's helpful and selfless and hates being alone.
History of Product: Paddington was manufactured in the early 60's, a few years after the Paddington Bear books became popular with children. His first owner was a 10 year old girl named Rachel. Paddington was Rachel's favourite toy and she kept him with her all the way up to college. In college, in the early 70s, Rachel became heavily involved in, not only her studies, but the peace movement. For years, Paddington just sat on Rachel's shelf, never touched. Finally, when the war was over and Rachel got married and moved in with her husband, she gave Paddington away to a toy drive. Paddington was given to a poor family in the late 70s where he was treated even more horribly than when living with Rachel. It was during this point in time that Paddington learned that he was just a toy. Since then, Paddington has lived with four different children before ending up at Babbling Brook day care. He ended up on the shelf of a thrift store in 2005 and one of the day care workers saw him while shopping. She thought the children would enjoy him and bought him for the day care. Paddington enjoys living at the day care and has been there for 10 years. He has no plans to escape or revolt. But the thing about Paddington is that he can be easily swayed.
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Joseph Reed & Winifred Turner. Haven.
Night terrors were common. For those who had survived this far and had not let the undead drag them down or the looters and murders take their life from them, night terrors was a quite a common occurrence. Haven was full of survivors - those who had to commit unthinkable acts to keep themselves alive. There was no blame or judgement on their shoulders, survival was not an easy task when it was you against the world. Haven saved them from that.
Joseph Reed was no stranger to night terrors, or even lucid dreams. On good nights, he would see his farm in it's prime. Crops reaching for the clear blue sky, livestock crooning with delight, the sun smiling down at him and the life he had made for himself and his family. His wife would be down at the pond dipping her toes in the chilled water to keep herself cool during the scorching summer day. His son would be strolling through the fields, surveying the crops and running his tender hands across the leafs that displayed themselves like works of art.
On bad nights, the fields would be bare. The livestock dead or starving, nothing but miserable clouds towering above the farm. And Margaret and Tom would be tied up in the stable, blood dripping from their jaws and the calcium clouded in their eyes. They would growl at Joseph, almost hiss his very name. And nothing could drown out the sound of their gnawing teeth, their demented screeching, their gargling throats. And somehow, in all of it, there was always his name. With every snarl, his name was embedded within the sound.
Joseph!
Joseph!
Joseph!
"Joseph!" Winifred shook the man awake, holding onto the arm that was so tightly clenched. "Joseph, wake up."
His eyes fluttered open. This was here. This was now. On the floor of one of the buildings in Haven, with half conscious members strewn across the floor, half still holding onto their slumber, half already awake. He was safe. Joseph allowed the reality set in, letting go of the nightmare. His body slowly relaxed, his shoulders slumping back. He finally looked over to his adopted daughter, concern written all across her face. She was used to these violent night terrors - they were a regular occurrence. But time nor constant happenings could take away her worry.
"Hey, it's alright," she said soothingly to him, now caressing the arm that she had shaken.
"I know," was all that the bearded man said. Because he did know. Sure, everything around them had literally turned into a man-eat-man world, but Haven made it better. Tolerable. Anything was better than sulking in that lonely farm house or living out of his truck, wondering where their next meal was going to come from. And Joseph need not say more than what he had. Winifred knew too.
"What time is it?" he asked her. Judging by the number of residents that were still sleeping, Joseph reasoned that it couldn't have been that late.
Winifred shrugged. "Dunno. But the run's today."
Joseph gave her a challenging look. "I trust you don't have any bright ideas planned like last time." Despite being told sternly to stay in the town while the adults went out for the run, she managed to tag along, following the group from a distance until they had gotten too far to tell her to go back.
"Nah, I learned my lesson. Even though I held my own just fine without any help for a full two days. You remember that story, right?"
Joseph only blinked at her, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands. It was too early for her energy. On mornings such as these, he could still remember the taste of hot coffee seeping down his throat. "I'm gonna get some fresh air," he told her softly, shakily getting to his feet and stepping around the scattered bodies, making his way to the door.
"I'll come with you," Winifred exclaimed, bouncing up to her feet and following him out.
As the man stretched, he sucked in a lung full of the morning air. Sometimes it was hard to believe that this was his life now. Before everything had gone to hell, he was certain he would die on the farm, in the bed that he shared with his wife. He never had any plans of leaving it behind in a fit of walkers and bullets.
"And I mean, you know Johnny's gonna die but you just can't help but think maybe, just maybe this time, he won't die. Like it's a book, you can't change it. But you can hope, you know?" Winifred was rambling on about her book, the only one she had managed to keep with her through all of this. And she had read the damn thing thirteen times through. Sometimes Joseph was convinced she said things just to say it. No real reason behind it, just because she couldn't stand not to say anything.
Her voice seemed to just fade into background noise as Joseph peered out into the open land surrounding the settlement. There were few people out on the streets at this time and it was not often that there was traffic around them. But that morning, Joseph could swear he saw something in the distance. Hobbling along the trail, shuffling it's feet and set straight for Haven.
"But it's not like Dallas can do anything to save him. The guy got stuck in a burning building. But he takes it to-"
"Winnie, do you see that?"
Appearance: 
Name: Joseph Reed
Age: 37
Gender: male
Occupation: Farmer
Skills Knowledge of agriculture, knowledge on how to deal with livestock, brief knowledge in hunting, self sufficiency, two years of university, average firearm knowledge, understanding, easy to talk to, problem solver, people skills, handyman, physically strong, good writer
Flaws lacks leadership qualities, passive, strong conscience, lacks brutality, often does not take action when action is needed, somewhat cowardly, somewhat mentally unstable, procrastinator, can also be too trusting
Firearm proficiency: 3.5, a farmer such as himself made sure he could defend his farm
Weapons: axe, long knife
Equipment: blue pick up truck, a few blankets, a lighter, dead cell phone, tool box containing various common tools, a sack of assorted fruit/vegetable seeds, a small bit of gas, a notebook, a box of old photographs, a heavy fur collared jacket that was passed down to him from his grandfather.
Apparel: Often wears flannel shirts and jeans. The odd time he’ll wear his overalls if he is working on something. He has heavy boots and two jackets.
Personality: Joseph can be described as a rather reserved and calm man. He is a man of few words and picks his battles. However, as a result of this, he finds that he gets little say in group settings and is ordered around by the other members. He can easily work/travel alone, however he does grow lonesome at times. He is usually happy to let someone else run the show and just act as a support beam. He can often be indecisive when he is met with a tough decision that needs to be made on the spot. He must take his time to think about it. However, he is more than willing to help others with their problems. Before the outbreak, he could be best described as passive aggressive and gentle. Come the outbreak, he was forced to resort to violence which disturbed him greatly. He tries to refrain from violence as much as possible. Joseph is a man who is in touch with his thoughts and likes to write them down on paper. Currently, he is scared that he will become a monster with all the killing he is doing. He feels remorse for killing walkers but knows it’s necessary. He also scares himself by his increasing aggressiveness. Nonetheless, Joseph is still a gentle giant. Yet he may not remain that way.
Backstory: Joseph Reed was born to an English professor and a stifled housewife in the city. He had a relatively easy childhood and had a few close friends throughout his years. However, he was constantly living in the shadow of his father. Being the Reed’s only son, Joseph’s father had high and strict expectations of him. Joseph was to go to university right after high school and become a professor just as his father was. This all changed when Joseph was 20, one year into his degree when he met the love of his life. A farm girl named Margaret. She was young, beautiful, and free spirited. Needless to say, Joseph fell madly in love with her and dropped out of school a year later to marry her. They owned a ranch together where Margaret would teach Joseph everything about farming, raising livestock, shooting, and hunting. When Joseph was 25, he and Margaret had a son named Tom. The following 12 years leading up to the outbreak, the Reed’s focussed on being a family and running their ranch.
The virus was delayed in making it’s way to the Reed’s ranch. As they lived out almost in the middle of nowhere in a small rural county, they had heard little of the outbreak. They had no idea it had gotten so out of control or the devastating effects of the virus.
One late afternoon, Joseph and his wife had realized that their son had not yet returned from earlier on that day when he told them he was taking one of the horses for a ride. Margaret insisted that Joseph stay behind while she went to look for him in case Tom came back to the house while she was out. A few hours later, the sky was beginning to darken and now neither Margaret nor Tom had returned to the home. Joseph was beginning to grow anxious and decided to go out and look for them in his truck. He had no avail and returned home hours later. He called neighbours and friends of the family, asking if they had turned up at their houses; but few of them answered their phones and those that did had not seen Margaret or Tom. He continued to search the next day. If he did not find them by nightfall, he planned to call the police. In the afternoon, he went to the stable to search by horseback this time. This is when he found his wife and son - but not in the way that he had expected. They frothed at the mouth and staggered about, moaning, appearing to not have any control over their own mind or body. At the sound of Joseph opening the stable door, they attacked him, as well as another undead that was believed to be the one that infected them. How he got into the stable is a mystery. Joseph tried to find some way to subdue them without using his gun but all three were overpowering him and he could tell that they were not of a sound mind. He realized they had the virus he had faintly heard about but he could not bring himself to shoot them. He barely managed to tie them up without getting bitten, before racing back inside and calling the police. No answer. He turned on the news and saw nothing but chaos. After taking a ride into town and seeing what the world had gone to, Joseph knew what he had to do. However, he sat on this for nearly a month. He locked the stable and stayed inside the farm house, believing that he had no other option but to wait it out at the farm. About a week and a half after his family had been bitten, a young, recently orphaned girl named Winifred Turner, stumbled upon the farm house and banged on the doors and windows, begging Joseph for help. Lonely and unable to turn her away, Joseph let her in and let her stay with him. She stayed with him until the farm became overrun and they had to leave. In the haze of it all, Joseph managed to get to the stable and find his wife and son. He finally laid them to rest. This still haunts him.
After leaving the farm Joseph and Winifred traveled for a while, living out of his truck and scavenging whatever they could find. In this time, the two became very close and Winifred asked to Joseph to adopt her. While making a stop to search for gas, the two came across a man who was on a run from Haven. He brought them to Haven.
Other:
Excerpt from Joseph’s journal a few days after realizing that Margaret and Tom could not be helped.
Appearance:
Name: Winifred “Winnie” Turner
Age: 14
Gender: female
Occupation: student
Skills outgoing, easily likable. Small and able to fit into small spaces, light on her feet, athletic. The ability to get over offence quickly. Fishing skills. Very little gets to her, mentally.
Flaws can get hot headed at times and always has something to say about everything. Often puts her nose where it doesn’t belong and sometimes doesn’t know her place. Her age puts her at a disadvantage for strength and fighting as well as wisdom when it comes to dealing with strangers. Possessive of Joseph and sometimes causes problems for him because of this.
Firearm proficiency: 2; her real father had set up a target practice in the backyard but Winifred had only used it about 4 times
Weapons: pocket knife, various shards of glass
Equipment: change of clothes, first aid kit, dead cell phone, wallet, weathered copy of The Outsiders, box of items she’s collected, photograph of her and her parents, a set of walkie talkies
Apparel: Jean shorts that stop an inch above her knees and a red t shirt is what she more or less lives in. The change of clothes she has with her is a green long sleeve and a pair of black pants. She wears sneakers and has a toque that Joseph gave her.
Personality: Winifred can best be described as being strong willed. She is outgoing and will talk it up with anyone around her. If nothing is being said, she will find something to say. If she believes something wrong is taking place, she will speak out against it. She speaks her mind most of the time, which sometimes causes conflict, but for the most part she is liked. She has mastered the art of flattery and uses it to her advantage. She is a bit of a busy body and likes to gossip. She has no problem with killing walkers and really doesn’t let it affect her. She understands that they are no longer really living once they’ve turned. She lets very little actually get to her and doesn’t hold onto offence over petty things and arguments. She really doesn’t mind getting dirty or having to engage in physically stressful activities in order to survive. She likes be active and loves adventure.
Backstory: Winifred was born in a hickish small town to an alcoholic father who owned a bait and tackle shop and avoided the house as much as possible, and an often detached, schizophrenic mother. The house was not a nice environment and Winifred tended to be out more often than not. After school let out, she would simply walk off on her lonesome. She loved to explore, often going off into forests, abandoned buildings, or strange parts of town. She’d come home with the dark, and dinner would be made, sitting on the kitchen table under a bowl.
Winifred was an outgoing child but somehow had few friends. She was seen as weird and strange amongst her peers and was always known as the daughter of the “lady who talks to herself”. Her tomboy-ish tendencies did not make her popular with the girl and her aggressiveness did not make her popular with the boys. She had about 3 peers that she called friends but, more often than not, she spent her time alone. Which, in the process, preserved her youthful demeanour. It also did not help that she was an only child and did not have older siblings to help her mature.
Winifred was more so fascinated than scared by the virus when it broke out. Class mates and teachers were suddenly disappearing and all these crazy stories were going around about what was happening to those who got the virus. Although citizens and students were advised to stay inside, Winifred paid no mind to this. One day, while she was out walking through a tall field of grass at around four in the afternoon, she saw a walker in the distance. She was confused but intrigued - she advanced towards the walker and attempted to talk to it as if it were a person. When it began to growl and hiss at her, Winifred knew something was wrong. She began backing away from it, and then began to run. She ran home, passing two other walkers on the way, to find her father standing above one of the walkers in the backyard, holding a rifle that he had used to kill it with. He then revealed to Winifred that the walker had bitten her mother.
Winifred and her father stayed in the house with her mother until she turned. At this point, her father laid her to rest. They then gathered their belongings and moved to her father’s shop, as he believed it would be safer there. However, they only lasted two weeks before survivors managed to break into the shop and killed Winifred’s father. She escaped while the survivors raided the shop and ran until she could barely breathe. Winifred spent two days looking for shelter, but she had ran so far out into the rural areas and farm lands that houses were far and few. She slept in trees and by the time the third day came around, she had grown desperate. She had nearly been bitten multiple times and she had barely eaten or drank anything in the two days. When she came across the Reed farm, she could not help but bang her fists against the doors and windows until Joseph let her in.
Winifred spent the next few weeks with Joseph at his farm until it became overrun and they had to leave. During this time, the two became very close and Winifred became very attached to Joseph. She asked him if he would think of her as his daughter and was delighted when he agreed. She came to Haven with him after being invited by the survivor they ran into.
Other:
Name: Joseph Reed
Age: 37
Gender: male
Occupation: Farmer
Skills Knowledge of agriculture, knowledge on how to deal with livestock, brief knowledge in hunting, self sufficiency, two years of university, average firearm knowledge, understanding, easy to talk to, problem solver, people skills, handyman, physically strong, good writer
Flaws lacks leadership qualities, passive, strong conscience, lacks brutality, often does not take action when action is needed, somewhat cowardly, somewhat mentally unstable, procrastinator, can also be too trusting
Firearm proficiency: 3.5, a farmer such as himself made sure he could defend his farm
Weapons: axe, long knife
Equipment: blue pick up truck, a few blankets, a lighter, dead cell phone, tool box containing various common tools, a sack of assorted fruit/vegetable seeds, a small bit of gas, a notebook, a box of old photographs, a heavy fur collared jacket that was passed down to him from his grandfather.
Apparel: Often wears flannel shirts and jeans. The odd time he’ll wear his overalls if he is working on something. He has heavy boots and two jackets.
Personality: Joseph can be described as a rather reserved and calm man. He is a man of few words and picks his battles. However, as a result of this, he finds that he gets little say in group settings and is ordered around by the other members. He can easily work/travel alone, however he does grow lonesome at times. He is usually happy to let someone else run the show and just act as a support beam. He can often be indecisive when he is met with a tough decision that needs to be made on the spot. He must take his time to think about it. However, he is more than willing to help others with their problems. Before the outbreak, he could be best described as passive aggressive and gentle. Come the outbreak, he was forced to resort to violence which disturbed him greatly. He tries to refrain from violence as much as possible. Joseph is a man who is in touch with his thoughts and likes to write them down on paper. Currently, he is scared that he will become a monster with all the killing he is doing. He feels remorse for killing walkers but knows it’s necessary. He also scares himself by his increasing aggressiveness. Nonetheless, Joseph is still a gentle giant. Yet he may not remain that way.
Backstory: Joseph Reed was born to an English professor and a stifled housewife in the city. He had a relatively easy childhood and had a few close friends throughout his years. However, he was constantly living in the shadow of his father. Being the Reed’s only son, Joseph’s father had high and strict expectations of him. Joseph was to go to university right after high school and become a professor just as his father was. This all changed when Joseph was 20, one year into his degree when he met the love of his life. A farm girl named Margaret. She was young, beautiful, and free spirited. Needless to say, Joseph fell madly in love with her and dropped out of school a year later to marry her. They owned a ranch together where Margaret would teach Joseph everything about farming, raising livestock, shooting, and hunting. When Joseph was 25, he and Margaret had a son named Tom. The following 12 years leading up to the outbreak, the Reed’s focussed on being a family and running their ranch.
The virus was delayed in making it’s way to the Reed’s ranch. As they lived out almost in the middle of nowhere in a small rural county, they had heard little of the outbreak. They had no idea it had gotten so out of control or the devastating effects of the virus.
One late afternoon, Joseph and his wife had realized that their son had not yet returned from earlier on that day when he told them he was taking one of the horses for a ride. Margaret insisted that Joseph stay behind while she went to look for him in case Tom came back to the house while she was out. A few hours later, the sky was beginning to darken and now neither Margaret nor Tom had returned to the home. Joseph was beginning to grow anxious and decided to go out and look for them in his truck. He had no avail and returned home hours later. He called neighbours and friends of the family, asking if they had turned up at their houses; but few of them answered their phones and those that did had not seen Margaret or Tom. He continued to search the next day. If he did not find them by nightfall, he planned to call the police. In the afternoon, he went to the stable to search by horseback this time. This is when he found his wife and son - but not in the way that he had expected. They frothed at the mouth and staggered about, moaning, appearing to not have any control over their own mind or body. At the sound of Joseph opening the stable door, they attacked him, as well as another undead that was believed to be the one that infected them. How he got into the stable is a mystery. Joseph tried to find some way to subdue them without using his gun but all three were overpowering him and he could tell that they were not of a sound mind. He realized they had the virus he had faintly heard about but he could not bring himself to shoot them. He barely managed to tie them up without getting bitten, before racing back inside and calling the police. No answer. He turned on the news and saw nothing but chaos. After taking a ride into town and seeing what the world had gone to, Joseph knew what he had to do. However, he sat on this for nearly a month. He locked the stable and stayed inside the farm house, believing that he had no other option but to wait it out at the farm. About a week and a half after his family had been bitten, a young, recently orphaned girl named Winifred Turner, stumbled upon the farm house and banged on the doors and windows, begging Joseph for help. Lonely and unable to turn her away, Joseph let her in and let her stay with him. She stayed with him until the farm became overrun and they had to leave. In the haze of it all, Joseph managed to get to the stable and find his wife and son. He finally laid them to rest. This still haunts him.
After leaving the farm Joseph and Winifred traveled for a while, living out of his truck and scavenging whatever they could find. In this time, the two became very close and Winifred asked to Joseph to adopt her. While making a stop to search for gas, the two came across a man who was on a run from Haven. He brought them to Haven.
Other:
Excerpt from Joseph’s journal a few days after realizing that Margaret and Tom could not be helped.
Appearance:
Name: Winifred “Winnie” Turner
Age: 14
Gender: female
Occupation: student
Skills outgoing, easily likable. Small and able to fit into small spaces, light on her feet, athletic. The ability to get over offence quickly. Fishing skills. Very little gets to her, mentally.
Flaws can get hot headed at times and always has something to say about everything. Often puts her nose where it doesn’t belong and sometimes doesn’t know her place. Her age puts her at a disadvantage for strength and fighting as well as wisdom when it comes to dealing with strangers. Possessive of Joseph and sometimes causes problems for him because of this.
Firearm proficiency: 2; her real father had set up a target practice in the backyard but Winifred had only used it about 4 times
Weapons: pocket knife, various shards of glass
Equipment: change of clothes, first aid kit, dead cell phone, wallet, weathered copy of The Outsiders, box of items she’s collected, photograph of her and her parents, a set of walkie talkies
Apparel: Jean shorts that stop an inch above her knees and a red t shirt is what she more or less lives in. The change of clothes she has with her is a green long sleeve and a pair of black pants. She wears sneakers and has a toque that Joseph gave her.
Personality: Winifred can best be described as being strong willed. She is outgoing and will talk it up with anyone around her. If nothing is being said, she will find something to say. If she believes something wrong is taking place, she will speak out against it. She speaks her mind most of the time, which sometimes causes conflict, but for the most part she is liked. She has mastered the art of flattery and uses it to her advantage. She is a bit of a busy body and likes to gossip. She has no problem with killing walkers and really doesn’t let it affect her. She understands that they are no longer really living once they’ve turned. She lets very little actually get to her and doesn’t hold onto offence over petty things and arguments. She really doesn’t mind getting dirty or having to engage in physically stressful activities in order to survive. She likes be active and loves adventure.
Backstory: Winifred was born in a hickish small town to an alcoholic father who owned a bait and tackle shop and avoided the house as much as possible, and an often detached, schizophrenic mother. The house was not a nice environment and Winifred tended to be out more often than not. After school let out, she would simply walk off on her lonesome. She loved to explore, often going off into forests, abandoned buildings, or strange parts of town. She’d come home with the dark, and dinner would be made, sitting on the kitchen table under a bowl.
Winifred was an outgoing child but somehow had few friends. She was seen as weird and strange amongst her peers and was always known as the daughter of the “lady who talks to herself”. Her tomboy-ish tendencies did not make her popular with the girl and her aggressiveness did not make her popular with the boys. She had about 3 peers that she called friends but, more often than not, she spent her time alone. Which, in the process, preserved her youthful demeanour. It also did not help that she was an only child and did not have older siblings to help her mature.
Winifred was more so fascinated than scared by the virus when it broke out. Class mates and teachers were suddenly disappearing and all these crazy stories were going around about what was happening to those who got the virus. Although citizens and students were advised to stay inside, Winifred paid no mind to this. One day, while she was out walking through a tall field of grass at around four in the afternoon, she saw a walker in the distance. She was confused but intrigued - she advanced towards the walker and attempted to talk to it as if it were a person. When it began to growl and hiss at her, Winifred knew something was wrong. She began backing away from it, and then began to run. She ran home, passing two other walkers on the way, to find her father standing above one of the walkers in the backyard, holding a rifle that he had used to kill it with. He then revealed to Winifred that the walker had bitten her mother.
Winifred and her father stayed in the house with her mother until she turned. At this point, her father laid her to rest. They then gathered their belongings and moved to her father’s shop, as he believed it would be safer there. However, they only lasted two weeks before survivors managed to break into the shop and killed Winifred’s father. She escaped while the survivors raided the shop and ran until she could barely breathe. Winifred spent two days looking for shelter, but she had ran so far out into the rural areas and farm lands that houses were far and few. She slept in trees and by the time the third day came around, she had grown desperate. She had nearly been bitten multiple times and she had barely eaten or drank anything in the two days. When she came across the Reed farm, she could not help but bang her fists against the doors and windows until Joseph let her in.
Winifred spent the next few weeks with Joseph at his farm until it became overrun and they had to leave. During this time, the two became very close and Winifred became very attached to Joseph. She asked him if he would think of her as his daughter and was delighted when he agreed. She came to Haven with him after being invited by the survivor they ran into.
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