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Sarge said
Penguin and Fly, both characters seem fine, so you may consider them 'accepted'.


Excellent.
So how often are we allowed to post? I don't want to post twice before anyone who wants to make their first post hasn't posted yet, but I would also like to see the story advance a bit.
Name: Ralph Fenn

Age: 27

Nationality: American (Caucasian)

Occupation (pre-outbreak): Librarian

Appearance: 6'3 and very skinny. He has brown hair that looks like he took a pair of scissors to it himself, along with a scruffy five o'clock shadow. Usually wears a flannel shirt, Jeans, and running sneakers. In addition, wears thick, large glasses, one lens of which has a large crack.

Personality: Ralph is quite reserved, although typically good-natured (at least, as good-natured as one can be in the apocalypse). Ralph is very smart in a bookish way, but tends to freeze under pressure, which means he looks to others during times of crisis. He has a strange tendency to try and "observe" the walkers, or "shamblers" as he likes to call them, and keeps a small journal recording their diets, habits, and even personalities (which he insists they have). However when it comes to killing zombies he has no qualms, although he is very squeamish about it. Ralph can be overly trusting, which many say is a negative quality in the apocalypse. He disagrees.

History: Mark grew up in Colorado, and while a bit of a bookworm, had a pretty normal, healthy life. After getting a college degree in English he took a job as a Librarian, with a side job of building websites to supplement his meager salary. Although he lived paycheck to paycheck, he got to do what he loved, reading books, discussing literature, and helping others. When the apocalypse came, Mark holed up in the library with a few co-workers. Due to the fact that the building was easily fortified with bookshelves and that no one goes to the goddamn library during an apocalypse. After the initial shitshow had passed, Mark grabbed a few books, an old Honda Civic, and hit the road. The last thing he remembered hearing before the radios died was that Key West was the safest place in the U.S., and so he headed East. After three years he had made it all the way to... New Orleans.

Useful Skills: Knows a good deal of random but helpful facts from various books, including ones from survival, although usually does not have the experience to do them. He has an exceptional memory, and never gets lost. Other than that his only useful skill is his ability to reach things on high shelves.

Inventory:
1 Flannel Shirt
1 Pair of Jeans
1 backpack
1 bottle of water
2 cans of fruit
1 knife
1 1/2 litre bottle of gasoline
1 piece of metal pipe (used as a weapon)
1 copy of General Survival
1 copy of The Stranger

Other: (I'm very open to the idea of arriving in New Orleans with a travel companion I met somewhere along the way. If you're interested, PM me or post!)
Shoopthewoop said
Thank you. I wasn't annoyed, I was just warning everyone.


Hah I know :) I just was doing it for the sake of clarity in the RP, especially since we are writing in the third person.
I would very much enjoy doing a one on one roleplay with you. I particularly like The Last of Us or Bishock (as long as it's rapture, Colombia did not "grab" me in the same way).
Sarge said
Also, it seems that New Orleans is a firm favourite, so I'll go ahead and say.. Yeah, we'll begin the RP in or near New Orleans.


Whoo! Swamp zombies!
Shoopthewoop said
We have 2 marks.


You got the name first, so I'll change mine to Nick instead. I'll go Edit my posts.
"Finally" Nick thought to himself as he climbed onto his steel-colored bicycle "I haven't ridden in days". He started off down his quiet neighborhood street slowly, stretching his stiff legs. He slowly built up speed, and by the time he turned onto the larger road at the end of his cul-de-sac he was absolutely flying. "It's strange" Nick thought, as he weaved between the eerily still cars littering the silent streets, "I always used to hate cars on the road, but now I would rather be in the middle of rush-hour traffic than in this roadway mausoleum". Feeling thoroughly creeped out he patted the large knife in his pocket, making sure it was safe. His father had given it to him the previous year when he took on a job as a bike messenger, who were often mugged in the city. Aside from being his only form of protection, it was the only tangible thing he had left from his parents, who hadn't yet returned any of his calls.

He shook his head, it probably was not the best idea to dwell on his parents, as it seemed that the entire city had been snuffed out in a fortnight. He looked up the road and set his mind on coming up with a goal. He only had food and water to last two more days, if that, and almost no supplies. "Alright" he thought "where can I find a place that has everything?"

A sign for a super Wal-Mart came into view ahead of him.

"That will do" he thought, then for the hell of it, said "God Bless the USA". He sped off towards the main entrance. He pulled up to the entrance and began to chain his bike up, then chuckled. "The entire fucking world is dead, and I'm still worried about this bike getting stolen". Still, he locked it up anyway, halfway out of habit, halfway because he was trying to recapture memories of a time gone by.

The store was pretty well stocked, all things considering. "I guess shopping at Wal-Mart is a low priority when one is falling into a coma" He chuckled at his own joke. Still the shelves were pretty bare, and he spent about 20 minutes finding enough food to fill his small backpack. Suddenly he heard something, something moving, something... alive. He crouched down and pulled out his knife. Hopefully it was a human, but he wasn't going to take a risk if it was a wolf. Nick peered tentatively around a shelf full of deodorant when someone spoke out.
I still like the Idea of the U.S., seeing as most people will be somewhat familiar with it. What does everyone think of New Orleans? It's such a cool city, plus the whole swamp/bayou vibe would be great in a zombie atmosphere.
I think that being a German would be a more interesting experience, but alas, my knowledge about the German side of the war is a quite a bit more ague than that of the Americans/British/French, so I don't know where a good place to set ourselves would be.

I think that we can (probably) all agree however, that we want to be on the Western Front. Correct?
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