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STATUS: The hidden benefit of wearing 8 rings total? They double as a pair of brass knuckles in case you get into a fight. 8 yrs ago
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The hidden benefit of wearing 8 rings total? They double as a pair of brass knuckles in case you get into a fight.
8 yrs ago
Just as we would turn around and condemn or laugh at our ancestors for their barbarism, our descendants will do the same.
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I'm happy with participating in a single RP - Something tells me I'm the only one?
8 yrs ago
In Batam for a month after quitting my job. Been powering through my writing since. I guess this is where I call myself a full-time professional writer.
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Thanks for considering me. I really appreciate it. I guess I'll be working on my character sheet whenever I'm free. Even if I don't make it into this RP, I'll use him for something else.
Alright. I agree with everything you say, considering what had happened recently and what I'd been through.
This is a rather quiet place you got here. Mind if I join your group? I've just lost my most recent one to the walkers.
Lol, but jokes aside (I really am on the verge of leaving an RP though due to factors beyond my control), I've got a few ideas for a character, and I'm wondering which ones you guys would prefer...
Valentina Vetrov (The Wild Child): This 10 (and a half) years old kid is a character I've been developing over the course of two RPs now, and this would be the third if you guys like. The advantage of choosing this girl is obvious. She's a tried-and-true character endorsed by two groups of people. She'd come ready-made with complete personality, backstory and all the little nuances that would allow a character to come alive. Furthermore, she won't be a stereotypical zombie apocalypse character either, whether be it your typical G.I Joe type mini-gun toting zombie killer nor the most recent stereotype *cough* Clementine *cough* kid character. She's basically a kid who'd lost family and friends over and over, and was broken physically and mentally in the process, forced to survive on her own to the point where she'd lost most of herself due to the lack of social contact and the need to survive. She's basically Clementine without the benefit of a trusty guardian(s) and far, far worse off, who's probably going to behave far more unpredictably and badly than Clementine ever could. Yeah, well, I guess she's nothing like Clementine.
The Cosmonaut/Taikonaut: I've always had the idea of combining the foreigner character with the isolated character with a dash of the astronaut character. Basically, this guy's going to be crash-landing into the middle of the zombie apocalypse without knowing what's going on at all. Neither is he/she going to know where on Earth he/she is. Might make for many interesting scenarios. This guy will probably start out with a crash-landed spacecraft and crewmates (who will be anything between unscathed to badly wounded), along with space-age equipment such as an experimental mars rover (that probably won't be as handy as a car), survival gear, space rations and a nifty experimental space suit that would allow him/her to run around with it without dying of exhaustion and heat injury.
The Peacekeeper: Another idea I've always had was to have a UN Peacekeeper who'd been flown in from another part of the world. I imagined this guy to be a Medical Officer who's also a Buddhist Chaplain. He's a soldier, but he won't be much of one due to his obvious inclination towards peace, saving lives and philosophy. For the sake of getting through the nitty and gritty, he'd be better at the traditional arts than he is at firearms. He's basically a Japanese with the JSDF, equipped specifically to deal with walkers/biters at the last minute with a factory manufactured sword and the usual infantry gear.
He'd resemble the Ronin-type character in Japanese literature, but instead of a dead master, his allegiance remains instead with the UN peacekeeping cause that'd died with his men, forcing him to wander and do what he can.
Lol, but jokes aside (I really am on the verge of leaving an RP though due to factors beyond my control), I've got a few ideas for a character, and I'm wondering which ones you guys would prefer...
Valentina Vetrov (The Wild Child): This 10 (and a half) years old kid is a character I've been developing over the course of two RPs now, and this would be the third if you guys like. The advantage of choosing this girl is obvious. She's a tried-and-true character endorsed by two groups of people. She'd come ready-made with complete personality, backstory and all the little nuances that would allow a character to come alive. Furthermore, she won't be a stereotypical zombie apocalypse character either, whether be it your typical G.I Joe type mini-gun toting zombie killer nor the most recent stereotype *cough* Clementine *cough* kid character. She's basically a kid who'd lost family and friends over and over, and was broken physically and mentally in the process, forced to survive on her own to the point where she'd lost most of herself due to the lack of social contact and the need to survive. She's basically Clementine without the benefit of a trusty guardian(s) and far, far worse off, who's probably going to behave far more unpredictably and badly than Clementine ever could. Yeah, well, I guess she's nothing like Clementine.
The Cosmonaut/Taikonaut: I've always had the idea of combining the foreigner character with the isolated character with a dash of the astronaut character. Basically, this guy's going to be crash-landing into the middle of the zombie apocalypse without knowing what's going on at all. Neither is he/she going to know where on Earth he/she is. Might make for many interesting scenarios. This guy will probably start out with a crash-landed spacecraft and crewmates (who will be anything between unscathed to badly wounded), along with space-age equipment such as an experimental mars rover (that probably won't be as handy as a car), survival gear, space rations and a nifty experimental space suit that would allow him/her to run around with it without dying of exhaustion and heat injury.
The Peacekeeper: Another idea I've always had was to have a UN Peacekeeper who'd been flown in from another part of the world. I imagined this guy to be a Medical Officer who's also a Buddhist Chaplain. He's a soldier, but he won't be much of one due to his obvious inclination towards peace, saving lives and philosophy. For the sake of getting through the nitty and gritty, he'd be better at the traditional arts than he is at firearms. He's basically a Japanese with the JSDF, equipped specifically to deal with walkers/biters at the last minute with a factory manufactured sword and the usual infantry gear.
He'd resemble the Ronin-type character in Japanese literature, but instead of a dead master, his allegiance remains instead with the UN peacekeeping cause that'd died with his men, forcing him to wander and do what he can.
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Edited again. Was supposed to have backstory but Internet problem cancelled it out.
Valentina - Infirmary - O'Connor
"-of telling me your name?" Was all Valentina understood from the doctor who helped her; put a bandage wrap around her head. While the doctor was busy with the woman, Valentina had somehow stolen a scalpel, and like the way she held her precious bottle of water, she held her new weapon close, afraid that the woman would wake up a moving corpse, bite into the doctor's throat, creating a waterfall of blood and screams... But none of that happened, because the doctor helped the woman. Still, the girl stayed as far away as possible.
What the doctor said just seconds ago - that she was beautiful, caught her attention, and Valentina. At first she liked it, having recognised the word and understood the doctor. However, memories of how her eye and face was scarred returned, and before a smile could form on her face and her guard could be dropped, Valentina was upset and had her guard up again. The doctor, after all, had lied to her.
Thankfully for the doctor, however, Valentina could not get angry at him for mentioning the unmentionable. She was surrounded by danger after all - she was sure of it.
1 year ago...
"I pray you let me look upon the bond." Valentina said to a boy dressed in renaissance garbs standing opposite of her as she pointed conspicuously at a huge roll of paper tied to his belt. The boy looked shifty and conniving as he rubbed his hands in anticipation, too much like a stereotypical arch-villain to be realistic. Upon Valentina finishing her line, the boy flashed a shark smile at her as he pulled the roll of document from his belt.
"Here 'tis, most reverend doctor," The boy said in a rather unnatural accent, "here it is." He handed the roll of paper to Valentina, who took it with a well-hidden but strangely obvious look of distrust on her face.
"Shylock, there's thrice thy money offered thee." Valentina countered, maintaining a look of authority and defiance about her in her Venetian judge's robes, despite her fear for her suitor's friend. Had make-up not caked her smooth and unblemished face, she would have easily looked flushed and revealed that fear.
"An oath, an oath, I have an oath in heaven!" The boy then spat out his words, "Shall I lay perjury upon my soul? No. Not for Venice!"
"Why, this bond is forfeit, and lawfully by this the Jew may claim a pound of flesh, to be by him cut off nearest the merchant's heart." Panicking slightly at the gravity of the the situation, Valentina continued to improvise, stalling for time, asking for mercy for her suitor's friend without sounding like it. It helps to be in a judge's robe, "- Be merciful; Take thrice thy money; bid me tear the bond."
The play was a success, and the daring director who staged the redesigned Shakespearean work considered innovative and resourceful. This, despite the fact that it was a graduation play staged in an acting school, where Valentina attended after-school lessons after joining an acting club at her elementary school. Several distinguished guests had attended, much to the benefit of everyone involved.
"Dad! Did you like my play!?" Valentina had asked her father upon coming out of the backstage after most of the audience had left, coming up to him energetic, almost bouncing off floor and walls, excited, both her fine, perfect silver-blue eyes glittering with anticipation, "Did you like my play!?" Before her bear-sized father could reply, she'd pounced on him, hugging him.
"It was beautiful, my little Kotik." Her father had said as he looked her in the eyes, telling her things that words alone will never expressed. With his daughter, he'd never had to lie about her acting abilities. They smiled widely at each other. If only a man who was clearing his throat to attract attention did not interrupt them, they would have gone on further to express their love for each other.
"Uh hi, yeah, I'm sorry..." An awkward man about twice as thin as Valentina's father and a head shorter came up to them, adjusting his tie - he was sweating as if he was in the Mojave desert, "I'm an agent from uh... you know, all the way from Hollywood and I'd like to talk to you guys about something."
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"I... It's-" Valentina struggled with words once again - with how they felt so unfamiliar, yet so familiar at the same time, "My name is... V... Va-Valentina." She finally said, and as if adding something that she had long forgotten but remembered all of a sudden, "Valentina... Vetrov."
"-of telling me your name?" Was all Valentina understood from the doctor who helped her; put a bandage wrap around her head. While the doctor was busy with the woman, Valentina had somehow stolen a scalpel, and like the way she held her precious bottle of water, she held her new weapon close, afraid that the woman would wake up a moving corpse, bite into the doctor's throat, creating a waterfall of blood and screams... But none of that happened, because the doctor helped the woman. Still, the girl stayed as far away as possible.
What the doctor said just seconds ago - that she was beautiful, caught her attention, and Valentina. At first she liked it, having recognised the word and understood the doctor. However, memories of how her eye and face was scarred returned, and before a smile could form on her face and her guard could be dropped, Valentina was upset and had her guard up again. The doctor, after all, had lied to her.
Thankfully for the doctor, however, Valentina could not get angry at him for mentioning the unmentionable. She was surrounded by danger after all - she was sure of it.
1 year ago...
"I pray you let me look upon the bond." Valentina said to a boy dressed in renaissance garbs standing opposite of her as she pointed conspicuously at a huge roll of paper tied to his belt. The boy looked shifty and conniving as he rubbed his hands in anticipation, too much like a stereotypical arch-villain to be realistic. Upon Valentina finishing her line, the boy flashed a shark smile at her as he pulled the roll of document from his belt.
"Here 'tis, most reverend doctor," The boy said in a rather unnatural accent, "here it is." He handed the roll of paper to Valentina, who took it with a well-hidden but strangely obvious look of distrust on her face.
"Shylock, there's thrice thy money offered thee." Valentina countered, maintaining a look of authority and defiance about her in her Venetian judge's robes, despite her fear for her suitor's friend. Had make-up not caked her smooth and unblemished face, she would have easily looked flushed and revealed that fear.
"An oath, an oath, I have an oath in heaven!" The boy then spat out his words, "Shall I lay perjury upon my soul? No. Not for Venice!"
"Why, this bond is forfeit, and lawfully by this the Jew may claim a pound of flesh, to be by him cut off nearest the merchant's heart." Panicking slightly at the gravity of the the situation, Valentina continued to improvise, stalling for time, asking for mercy for her suitor's friend without sounding like it. It helps to be in a judge's robe, "- Be merciful; Take thrice thy money; bid me tear the bond."
The play was a success, and the daring director who staged the redesigned Shakespearean work considered innovative and resourceful. This, despite the fact that it was a graduation play staged in an acting school, where Valentina attended after-school lessons after joining an acting club at her elementary school. Several distinguished guests had attended, much to the benefit of everyone involved.
"Dad! Did you like my play!?" Valentina had asked her father upon coming out of the backstage after most of the audience had left, coming up to him energetic, almost bouncing off floor and walls, excited, both her fine, perfect silver-blue eyes glittering with anticipation, "Did you like my play!?" Before her bear-sized father could reply, she'd pounced on him, hugging him.
"It was beautiful, my little Kotik." Her father had said as he looked her in the eyes, telling her things that words alone will never expressed. With his daughter, he'd never had to lie about her acting abilities. They smiled widely at each other. If only a man who was clearing his throat to attract attention did not interrupt them, they would have gone on further to express their love for each other.
"Uh hi, yeah, I'm sorry..." An awkward man about twice as thin as Valentina's father and a head shorter came up to them, adjusting his tie - he was sweating as if he was in the Mojave desert, "I'm an agent from uh... you know, all the way from Hollywood and I'd like to talk to you guys about something."
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"I... It's-" Valentina struggled with words once again - with how they felt so unfamiliar, yet so familiar at the same time, "My name is... V... Va-Valentina." She finally said, and as if adding something that she had long forgotten but remembered all of a sudden, "Valentina... Vetrov."
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I'm still here... I can't wait to continue on with the show. So are you firing up the collab? My window of opportunity to contribute to it is still small though, I've been doing a hideous amount of OT work. Like over 28 hours a week kind of OT. That's like an extra 4 shifts...
Anyway, I miss this RP so much. I've had an extremely disappointing and bad experience at my other zombie roleplay... :(
I miss you guys so much.
Anyway, I miss this RP so much. I've had an extremely disappointing and bad experience at my other zombie roleplay... :(
I miss you guys so much.
Oh, you know, we're just doing stuff and thangs.
Can't wait to see it. In fact, I can't wait to see a few posts. Could always use some reading.
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