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And I mean this when I say it... Yeet!

@Indra DystopyanKing#9376
@Indra Maybe the second time is the charm, I was looking forward to playing Shikkaru in the first one you made, I'll have to wait 'til the OOC comes out to decide if I want to bring Shikka back or start from scratch.
In Shelter 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Anthony Morillo

Teacher's Lounge ~ Stockbridge
Interacting with: Everyone



Anthony fumbled with his backpack with numb hands and fruitlessly took in a few deep breaths to calm his nerves. He brought his shaking hands to his lap and stared at the protein bar that lay in his grasp. Though his classmates were spread out around the room, Tony's focus seemed to be directed into empty space. As far as he mind was concerned, Tony was still in that auditorium, replaying the scene that unfolded over and over again like a broken movie projector.

There's something profoundly horrifying about watching the rules of reality rewrite themselves in front of one's own eyes. For his whole life, humans had decided that cannibalism was disgusting, immoral, and taboo. Then, in mere seconds, Tony watched a freshman boy take a teacher's life by munching on his coratid artery. Tony had been sitting relatively close to the incident, so when mass hysteria hit the auditorium, he was right in the thick of it. The metallic smell of iron hung in the air as Mr. Roberts' gurgled his last breath, Tony remembered it was the smell that spurred him to action. He was running before he even realized his body had reacted, though he was painfully aware of his shoes sliding in Mr. Robert's blood. After stumbling slightly, Tony regained his balance and made a desperate dash to get away from the nightmare happening around him. He imagined Bobby's sausage fingers grasping for purchase on the back of his shirt and used that fear to get out of dodge. By the time he made it out of the auditorium, he found himself with a group of students and made it his goal to not get seperated from them. He figured in all the madness there would be strength in numbers.

Now he was barricaded into a room with a few familiar faces and a health dose of dread. Outside lay a horrific and quick death, and inside was the possibility of starvation over a much longer period. It was the thought of hunger that brought the protein bar to Tony's lips, he seemed to be running on autopilot. Food was a valuable resource, but he doubted there was enough to go around equally, and they were going to need all their strength and stamina if they wanted to survive... Whatever this was. While they had taken care of the immediate threat, it didn't seem like the sick people were going to leave any time soon. Fuck, was there any line of thinking that didn't lead to his inevitable death?

Hey motherfucker, snap out of it! What're you gonna do, just roll over and die? You're not dead already, maybe that's a sign.

Tony sniffed and crumbled up the empty wrapper in his hand before throwing it back into his bag. His hands had stopped shaking, and his eyes lacked the glaze look of shock anymore, the only thing on his mind was surviving today and living to see tomorrow's sunrise, he could worry about everything else later. Making sure to grab his backpack, Tony shifted closer to the group so that his voice would be heard amongst the others. There was a lot of talk about plans without any plan actually being made. Tony didn't have a plan yet either, so he couldn't really complain, but it was time he spoke up. "How can we make a plan if we don't even know what we're up against? I mean, they said there was an outbreak of some kind and now people are fucking eating other people. What if we already caught the disease? We don't even know how it works, is it airborne, transferred through blood? Hell if I know. What we should be talking about are the things we do know." At this point, Tony was thinking aloud more than anything else. As he continued talking, he began emptying his backpack of school supplies onto the table they stood around.

"We know whatever is causing this makes people into cannibals, and it makes them super fucking angry apparently. Did you see what happened between that kid and Mr. Robert's? He was a grown man and he couldn't stop a freshman from gnawing on him. There's something off here, I just don't know what." The last thing to fall on his pile of supplies was his handy-dandy flask. He gazed at it hungrily until he snatched it up and brought it to his lips for a gulp, his hands were only shaking slightly now. Tony let out a satisfied sigh before offering the flask to all those around him, "Ah. I put rum in here if I remember correctly, kinda helps with the stress. What was I saying? Oh yeah, either way we're gonna have to leave here eventually, but I'd like to do it in a way where I don't end up as someone's lunch."

Tony shrugged and left his flask on the table before crouching down, becoming eye level with the table. He ran his hand up the table leg before checking how it attached to the body of the table. "We need a screw driver to get the legs off, it's a Philips head so we can use either type though. We could break the legs off if we need to but that would be loud as hell."
In Shelter 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Anthony "Tony" Morillo
19 - Capricorn - Senior Year - 6'0" - Diego Barrueco



“Where did I get the flask? A magician never reveals his tricks. Why am I drinking? Hah! I'm not sure if you missed it but I got front row seats to see fat fucking Bobby taking a bite out of Mr. Roberts' God damn neck, that's not something I can unsee for a while. So, until then, cheers.”



Appearance Details

Tony is by most standards, an average looking guy. People tend to note his tall and lanky build, and that he looks older than most seniors. His chocolate colored hair naturally curls, so he let it grow out, but shaved the sides of his head short, creating an undercut style. If he's feeling particularly interested in his hair, he'll throw some pomade into it, but most of the time he keeps it naturally unruly and loosely styled. While his eyebrows give him a more serious demeanor, his bronze-colored eyes seem softer and more alert. Tony's nose is a little long and while it once sat straight, it now has a slight curve to it from being broken at least twice. Stubble swathes his chin and mouth and is usually trimmed weekly, but it's not something he pays too much attention to. Tony could be described as athletic, but this has more to do with his love of Sport Climbing than hitting the gym every day, which he doesn't do. Being outdoors as often as he is, paired with his Latino ancestry, Tony has lightly-tanned skin that freckles under the sun. As far as wardrobing goes, Tony wears clothes he finds most comfortable. Typical outfits consist of long-sleeved shirts rolled up to the elbows, sometimes covered by hoodies, depending on the weather, along with either dark jeans or joggers.
Characterization

Tony, when described by other people, is often characterized as chaotic, impulsive, and brutally honest. Though Tony would be inclined to agree with those assertions, he believes the reasons why he acts the way he does justifies those actions. Being the devious troublemaker that he is, Tony is normally high energy and continuously looking for ways to self-amuse - usually at the expense of others. To Tony, there is nothing more important than the present moment that he's in. And while this can lead to exciting adventures and stories, it's also why he's so damn impulsive and rarely considers the future or possible consequences for his actions. He adopted this adventurous, care-free lifestyle not only because of his upbringing, but because of his own personal values as well.

Anthony Morillo was the only child of a lawyer and a mechanical engineer who had rigid expectations of how a family and their son should act. Family dinner, every Monday night, no exceptions. According to his parents Tony was to grow up and do something useful for the world, because dead weight gets left behind when times get tough. In school, he was to be nothing short of an exemplar student, the top one percent. Hah! In their dreams. One thing to know about Tony is that he has a way of cutting through the bullshit and getting straight to the point. He knew he wasn't the smartest kid in school, so why try to fake it? He would just be himself and speak his truth, and if that wasn't enough or if people disliked him for it, then so be it. Being raised by critical thinkers and lovers of science taught Tony to question everything, but also led him to take on a nihilistic view of life. He believes that in the grand scheme of things his time on Earth is rather short and when his time comes, he doesn't want to be burdened with the regrets and "what ifs." Since he wasn't raised religious, Tony is an atheist, choosing to reject dogmatic ideology and instead pick life. In his mind, the universe has no meaning, it just is, he believes it's up to each individual to find their own meaning in life, that's the whole point. So, Tony lives as though every day, hour, and minute is his last. His view on life is another reason why he sees honesty as his highest value. If he could die at any moment then lying is pointless, and being anything other than himself is a cardinal sin. But growing up, one doesn't really know themselves, tastes change, new values are adopted and old ideals are discarded, and things go wrong. Trying to find out who he was as a person made Tony provocative, competitive, and rebellious growing up. His parents would tell him to do something and he would do the opposite, he really hates being told what to do. His teachers would assign homework and Tony would hand it in late just to show them they were on his time, and not the other way around. Though it definitely wasn't the best way to go about it, Tony was constantly testing, accepting, and rejecting new ideals and values in relation to how he should live his life. And if things got too boring for him, he would make it fun for himself, through jokes, competition, or being an asshole just for the hell of it. This earned him detentions and trips to the principal's office, but he never seemed to mind too much. He even got held back in the 5th grade for fighting too much. They even stuck him in a behavioral program for his "violent outbursts," though he would describe it as "standing up for my opinions."

It was when he got to high school when he truly began to discover his own interests and hobbies. He began taking drum lessons, learned how to cook (microwave mac n' cheese gets old after a while and his parents normally work well into the night), and started investing some time into Sport Climbing at a local rock climbing gym. These hobbies allowed him to vent some of that chaotic energy into something creative and useful rather than destructive. Drugs became an interest during this time too. Parties were the epitome of teen anarchy, and he loved to bask in the glory of all that sweet, sweet chaos. Tony knew how to have a good time and he loved roping people into his adventures, though they weren't always safe, they were journeys people wouldn't quickly forget. When it came to people's opinions of him, they tended to be polarized towards him, either they loved him or they hated him. That seemed to be consistent with the trend, he was an "all or nothing" sort of guy. The crazy part is that during his senior year, after all this self-discovery and self-growth, the shit went and hit the fan. His nihilistic philosophy on life? Out the window (life can't be meaningless in the apocalypse because all life is necessary for the survival of the species). All those hobbies he went through the trouble of partaking in? Relatively useless. But hey, Tony's going to keep doing what he's always done, have a little fun, loosen up, fuck it, it's the end of the world.
Inventory

- Wallet (ID, cash, old condom)
- Smartphone
- Backpack (school supplies,, a protein bar, a flask)
- Keys


In Shelter 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
One more asshole to add to the mix.


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