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STATUS: Anybody else played Vampyr? Almost done with it and it's a pretty sweet game if you don't mind combat that was seemingly designed by a wet noodle. 6 yrs ago
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Anybody else played Vampyr? Almost done with it and it's a pretty sweet game if you don't mind combat that was seemingly designed by a wet noodle.
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"The fears we don't face become our limits." - Robin Sharma
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"Hope is what makes us strong, it's why we are here. It's what we fight with when all else is lost." - Pandora, God of War 3
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"Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart." A.A. Milne
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Sheesh... Spent the day out and come back and there's a novel for me to go through.
ADAM EVANS
Adam Evans grunted as he pulled his head up from the glass table that he was resting it on a moment ago. A bit of fine white powder adorned the tip of his nose until he sniffled and wiped it away. He drew in a long noisy breath through his teeth and let out a long, drawn-out sigh before the effects of the drug kicked in. He was running low and he didn't know if he'd be able to find his stash any time soon, he'd left it on the other side of the city. Maybe it would have been a good time for him to quit? Just one more hit... He'd always say when those thoughts popped into his head. Just one more time... He'd always thought. He was running low on food now too, he'd have to leave the garage he was held up in soon and go find some. Maybe he'd just say to hell with it and cross the whole city and pick up his stash while he was at it too.
Adam stepped up to the window and looked through. It was pretty clear of walkers, one or two were roaming around but he could get by them. As the drugs kicked in at full force he thought now or never and plucked his shotgun up, slinging it over his shoulder as he shoved the garage door open and ran out as fast as he could. A walker stumbled into him and he pulled a Han Solo, turning around and sprinting back inside, locking the garage door behind him. I think I'll give it a day... he thought.
SAMANTHA BAXTER
Sam pushed open a brown wooden door and pointed her .357 inside. It was clear but she heard a moaning coming from one of the back rooms. She holstered her gun and slid the pipe from her backpack, holding it up high. She stepped into the house and headed for the hallway off to her right. She heard the moaning coming from the last door but just to be safe she checked every one along the way. They were all clear, so at last she progressed to the end of the hallway. When she reached the end she took a deep breath and opened up the door. Immediately a walker descended down onto her, she whacked it as hard as she could on the temple and sent it reeling into the wall. Then another two came pouring out and her only option was to back up. She slammed her pipe down onto the first one's head and it fell to the floor dead but the other two were still coming. She backed up back down the hallway and turned around to see another walker coming straight for her. She kicked it as hard as she could in the chest and sent it to the ground, then hopped over it and bolted back out the door. She ran as quickly as should could across the street and into another house, this one had a red door. She went through the process of checking every room again in this one to find no walkers or supplies and twenty minutes after entering she found herself securing a heavily windowed room on the top floor to retire in for the night.
Adam Evans grunted as he pulled his head up from the glass table that he was resting it on a moment ago. A bit of fine white powder adorned the tip of his nose until he sniffled and wiped it away. He drew in a long noisy breath through his teeth and let out a long, drawn-out sigh before the effects of the drug kicked in. He was running low and he didn't know if he'd be able to find his stash any time soon, he'd left it on the other side of the city. Maybe it would have been a good time for him to quit? Just one more hit... He'd always say when those thoughts popped into his head. Just one more time... He'd always thought. He was running low on food now too, he'd have to leave the garage he was held up in soon and go find some. Maybe he'd just say to hell with it and cross the whole city and pick up his stash while he was at it too.
Adam stepped up to the window and looked through. It was pretty clear of walkers, one or two were roaming around but he could get by them. As the drugs kicked in at full force he thought now or never and plucked his shotgun up, slinging it over his shoulder as he shoved the garage door open and ran out as fast as he could. A walker stumbled into him and he pulled a Han Solo, turning around and sprinting back inside, locking the garage door behind him. I think I'll give it a day... he thought.
SAMANTHA BAXTER
Sam pushed open a brown wooden door and pointed her .357 inside. It was clear but she heard a moaning coming from one of the back rooms. She holstered her gun and slid the pipe from her backpack, holding it up high. She stepped into the house and headed for the hallway off to her right. She heard the moaning coming from the last door but just to be safe she checked every one along the way. They were all clear, so at last she progressed to the end of the hallway. When she reached the end she took a deep breath and opened up the door. Immediately a walker descended down onto her, she whacked it as hard as she could on the temple and sent it reeling into the wall. Then another two came pouring out and her only option was to back up. She slammed her pipe down onto the first one's head and it fell to the floor dead but the other two were still coming. She backed up back down the hallway and turned around to see another walker coming straight for her. She kicked it as hard as she could in the chest and sent it to the ground, then hopped over it and bolted back out the door. She ran as quickly as should could across the street and into another house, this one had a red door. She went through the process of checking every room again in this one to find no walkers or supplies and twenty minutes after entering she found herself securing a heavily windowed room on the top floor to retire in for the night.
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Appearance :
Name : Samantha Baxter
Age : 26
Skill : Fixing things, good aim
Weapon: Curved pipe with a wrapping on the end for her to hold onto, .357 (6 shots loaded, 4 loose rounds),
Personality :
Good: She likes to help people, she loves animals
Bad: She's a pessimist, she is bold
Brief Bio : Sam was born in southern New Orleans and grew up into a loving family with both of her parents still together. Her father was a mechanic and spent a lot of time teaching her how to fix cars and other mechanical things and her mother was a veterinarian who instilled a deep love for all wildlife into her. Her parents were pretty right wing and saw fit to teach her how to respect and shoot a gun and how to properly clean and maintain them as well. They were both killed shortly after the outbreak.
Appearance :
Name : Samantha Baxter
Age : 26
Skill : Fixing things, good aim
Weapon: Curved pipe with a wrapping on the end for her to hold onto, .357 (6 shots loaded, 4 loose rounds),
Personality :
Good: She likes to help people, she loves animals
Bad: She's a pessimist, she is bold
Brief Bio : Sam was born in southern New Orleans and grew up into a loving family with both of her parents still together. Her father was a mechanic and spent a lot of time teaching her how to fix cars and other mechanical things and her mother was a veterinarian who instilled a deep love for all wildlife into her. Her parents were pretty right wing and saw fit to teach her how to respect and shoot a gun and how to properly clean and maintain them as well. They were both killed shortly after the outbreak.
I'll make a female character to balance it out.
When is the IC going up?
I like the New Orleans setting as well but I forgot to ask, how far into the apocalypse are we starting? Like 3 days or a couple of years or what?
I'd rather start separate.
Where is this rp going to be located geographically? I think it would be cool, personally, to see something in the New England area.
CS:
Appearance :
Name : Adam Evans
Age : 24
Skill : Stealth/Speed
Weapon: 12 gauge shotgun (ten shells), .45 pistol (1 clip)
Personality :
Bad: Addictive Personality, cowardly
Good: Caring, Loyal
Brief Bio : Adam was a college dropout with no job, he lived at home with his parents and spent most days playing video games or getting high. He doesn't have any job skills but he's always tried to be a nice person and help out whenever he could.
Appearance :
Name : Adam Evans
Age : 24
Skill : Stealth/Speed
Weapon: 12 gauge shotgun (ten shells), .45 pistol (1 clip)
Personality :
Bad: Addictive Personality, cowardly
Good: Caring, Loyal
Brief Bio : Adam was a college dropout with no job, he lived at home with his parents and spent most days playing video games or getting high. He doesn't have any job skills but he's always tried to be a nice person and help out whenever he could.
I would love to take part in this. I'd like to do an rp in the Walking Dead Universe or at least with Romero style zombies because I think they're the coolest but I don't want to do one based on the same characters. I haven't seen the newest episode of The Walking Dead but I will watch it soon. I've got some ideas for characters and a bit of a story in mind if you're looking for ideas as well.
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