DriveEMOut

The Last

I swear I'll get a post up tonight.
@Kinetic Kitty

Demon Within

@KatherinWinter
I'll get a post up tonight.

Space, Mysteries, and... Ducks?

@Master Crim
Is it accepted?

The End Is Nigh

What I have in mind for this roleplay is mostly based off a series of books, the first book being called The Enemy. I'm not requiring knowledge of the book, as none of the main characters are involved and this will not be taking place in London, but rather, the U.S.A...Washington D.C. in particular. Now, onto business. Below is what you need to know.

It came fast. The Disease. No one knew what to call it. Everyone sixteen and older was infected. At first, it was just a bad flu. Boils and blisters appeared before long. Before we knew it, they were transformed into what we can only call zombies. But they're not the living dead. They may have their guts hanging out, or their brain exposed, but they're still people. People we've been forced to kill for the last year. For whatever reason, anyone who turned sixteen hasn't become one of...them. Different groups have holed up in different places.

Three Major Groups(Very important to the rp, but there are others.)

The White House Group

A group of 'snobs' (As accused by the Birds) that believe they can make things right and piece America back together. They're not really set on fighting, more like dressing up their soldiers like Secret Service agents, having them hold guns, and parade around.

The Birds

A small crew of ten highly trained hunters who attack the sickos surrounding settlements in exchange for resources. They don't have a set place in particular where they stay, but they do have a favored movie theater they barricaded, complete with stale popcorn and flat soda.

Washington Monument Crew

A group of unorganized raiders who live in squalor and drunkenness. They set up soiled tents near the Washington Monument, fanning out.

There will be NPCs for the group leaders I will include if this gets enough people. I figure I should just make a CS just in case someone wants to do it early.

CS

Name:
Age(8-16, it's been a year since it occurred, but if you were younger than 8, there's no way you survived.):
Appearance(Image allowed, anime-style accepted, just not encouraged. If you can't find anything that you want your character to look like that has a faceclaim, fine.):
Group(Notable buildings can house groups, like the Smithsonian, or the Lincoln Monument.):
Personality:
Weapons(optional):
Bio(Three sentences at least.):
Theme song(optional):

Space, Mysteries, and... Ducks?

Name: Jax Evans

Age: 19

Description: Jax is laughably short, at 5'4. His skin is deathly pale, and it often reminds someone of a corpse. He has green, sunken eyes, and deep bags underneath. He has a lean and fit body, due to him working out so much. However, he doesn't have many muscles. His dark red hair is short in all places except for his bangs, which he grows out, causing many people to call him an emo and or a goth.

Closest image I could find.

Race: Human

Personality: Jax is very dark and brooding, often suggesting a quick and brutal approach to problems. He typically looks out for number one, and would easily sacrifice his friends to keep himself alive.

How did he get here: Jax was disowned from his parents at five, and was thrown onto a spaceship. He earned his keep, and eventually learned how to do many things on a ship, though he mostly excelled at piloting. He moved from ship to ship, advancing the ranks. He somehow got dumped here. Well, he'll just impress everyone like he usually does.

Theme: Sympathy For The Devil, By The Rolling Stones.

Orphanage for Supernatural

@chairs
I'm pretty sure this is dead, and even so, my character has smoke powers.

Mitzuki Manor (Closed)

Aaren blushed furiously when the bitch (there, he said it.) dared to call him a boy toy. As the woman probably thought about undressing everyone in the goddamn room, he glared at her, his teeth bared. He then spun on his heel and followed Evelyn. When he caught up to her, he sighed in defeat. "Wanna just watch a movie now? I lost my appetite."
@Rusalka

Gone With the Blastwave: Cause War can be Boring Too

I'm sorry to say that I will have to drop this Roleplay. I just don't have the time for it, and I'm starting to become disinterested. Again, sorry.

The Last

Jack watched the man look at a picture. He had been following him for a long time, his grey cloak hiding his identity. The hoard he had used to follow had dispersed, making him feel alone again. For weeks he had watched them, noting their habits, and their weaknesses. He patted the M4 slung across his back, with his backpack beneath it. Jack took a sip from his canteen. He felt for the knife in the sheath on his belt, making sure it was still there.

"Oi! Don't move!" Jack shouted, his rifle aimed at the man. He came out from his hiding spot, a tree with a thick trunk. "Put your weapons and your bag on the ground, or I'll blow your brains against the road." Jack hadn't gotten this far by taking chances. He wasn't going to walk up all friendly. Nah, Jack was too smart for that. His rifle was aimed steadily at the stranger's chest. He didn't want to attract oppoes with the noise, but it was a necessary evil.
@LoneSilverWolf

Mitzuki Manor (Closed)

"That is a very logical explanation." He ignored all the commotion on the other side of the room until an eclair was thrown at Evelyn. As Aaren saw it happening, his face was white with shock. When Evelyn approached the girl...Reiko, was it? He stepped in front of her. "Hey, how about we all talk this out, then we can eat? Yeah?" He laughed weakly. His eyes swiveled between Evelyn and Reiko.
@Rusalka@Silverlight138