Free Faller

New Apocalyptica

Zombiedude101 said
I'm not dead, or kidnapped as a hostage of IS as some of you might have feared. Currently spending some time with my girlfriend until Sunday and so I've not had much of a chance to post, but to answer Fallen's question - Coltrane can stick with Abbie. Would make the most sense.

Well, that was a complete waste of the entire squadron of helicopters and drones I tasked to find you... who apparently are not very good at their jobs. One would think that was the first place they'd have looked. Guess I'll just have to re task them to find Aweena... she could be anywhere in that vast white wasteland she calls Canada.

Also, what kind of crazy deer are you all hunting that are 900lbs? An elk? When I hear "deer" I assume either a whitetail (most common deer in the States) or mule deer, which I would straight up murder for food in an apocalypse.
Even the big bruiser bucks weigh like max 300lbs, half that when you gut them, and half that again for actual edible meaty bits. That's like 75lbs of meat for the biggest one you could possibly find. Realistically I would say, if you know how to properly skin and quarter a deer and didn't ruin some of the meat with whatever you shot it with, you'd get like 30-40lbs of meat. Wouldn't even think twice shooting one.

New Apocalyptica

I'm going to start up somewhere between Chico and Reno haven. Probably in a super precarious position and/or doing something ridiculously dangerous for no apparent reason... True Cassie style.

Gonna start writing it now while I watch the world series and drink delicious beer.

Apocalyptica

Alrighty, here's Cassie again. I added a tiny bit, but nothing important.

@Lo Pellegrino: Since your character is Simon's little brother, I just want you to know that he and Cassie were totes BFFs. For reals. So when she and Tomás meet it should be pretty interesting... Especially since the last she knew, Simon had been captured by slavers.

Cassandra Shannahan

Once upon a time, in a land that was super shitty and infested by zombies, there lived a woman who was really awesome and the coolest thing since shortwave pocket radio transceivers. Her name was Cassandra Shannahan. She’s me. I’m Cassie. And I’m only writing all this shit about me down so that when I turn into a Zed-head someone can pin it to my shirt. Then when I inevitably get my rotting, human flesh craving brains bashed in by a Louisville Slugger wrapped in barbed wire, the lucky bastard who did it will know how fucking cool I was. So, Lucky Bastard, pay attention.

About me? Well, I’m a tall and lanky brunette. Greenish eyes. Long face. Evil smirk. Damn hot. Armed to the teeth with an M4 with an under barrel mounted grenade launcher…with no grenades; I’ll find some that don’t shoot chalk one day. Got a hatchet on my left leg, a sweet piece in the shape of a Glock 23 on my right. Then there’s my skydiving rig. 96sqft of red, black, and grey fabric that sits on my back in a red and black container. This rig has saved my life in more ways than one; It’s like the Swiss Army knife of the apocalypse.

Guess you need to know who I was before knowing who I am so… Before the end of the world, my life was still pretty epic. My parents were both professional skydivers up in Michigan, so I grew up in a community of adrenaline loving, thrill seeking, crazy people. Needless to say, I was a pretty badass little kid. When I graduated from high school I moved out to Hollywood to become a stuntwoman since, you know, I’d been participating in life threatening activities since I was knee high. Nobody outside the movie making business would probably recognize my name, but I can guarantee that you’ve seen me before, you just didn’t know it was me. I was great at what I did and I fucking loved it. It… didn’t like me so much. Think I’ve broken like every bone in my body at least once. Shit, some days I can barely move my bad shoulder anymore. But yeah, one day, after a motorcycle stunt that went horribly wrong, I spent a few months in a hospital bed and had a little “come to Jesus” moment. Figured my body wouldn’t hold up forever, so I needed a backup plan. That was a degree in Communication Technology. Basically, if it sends or receives signals, I can fix it or make it. I’m a genius like that. A year after I graduated, the world turned to shit.

Seriously, dude, zombies. But you know that if you’re reading this. I got the hell out of Hollywood and drove off into the desert as soon as things got sketchy. Eventually I found my way to Reno Haven. Fucking sucked there, though it’s not the worst haven I’ve been to. Started actually using my degree in comm tech, making people radios and solar panels for electricity. But, ahh, I have a problem with authority… and sitting still. So I started drifting and salvaging parts to make into comm stuff and sell. I traveled all around the country, found a bunch of other havens, and had more than a few close calls… Like, close is number one on my speed dial.

For some reason, I never went looking for my family until some fucked up shit happened and I ended up pregnant, scared, and totally alone. That was a bad time in my life; the worst, really. Not super big on telling people about it... But I traveled up to Michigan to find someone from my old life I could anchor to and ended up finding more than a few. My mom, and some friends so close to family that the only thing different was our blood and last names. I lived with them on the island haven of Mackinac until my daughter, Brianna, was weaned. Then I left again, alone. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I like to make the excuse that I leave my family to provide for them and to find them somewhere better to live, and that’s some of it, just not most of it. I don’t know what is.

But after one of my handful of visits to their haven, I decided that they’d be better off in Evergreen and I wanted to make it as comfortable as possible for them when they got there. So I made a deal with their council: I’d build them a device to make their haven safer, if my family was allowed to move there and be provided food and security. That’s when I met Petey; he was made my babysitter while I was there. I guess nothing’s really changed over the years as far as that goes. We survived and fought through the Siege of Evergreen and then escaped into the night with some others. I suppose those first couple of days were really when the Pirate Crew came to be. Yeah... Me, Petey, Isaac, Gunner (that asshole), Daryl, and Acacia; we were the first. And together we traveled out to Riley, Kansas where we met the Farmers for the first time. After that, well, everyone seems to know the rest of the story.

Oh yeah, I’m attaching a picture of myself to this letter too. You know, since when you read this I’ll probably be all gross and decomposed. I grabbed it off the picture wall of my home DZ’s manifest building last time I made a run up into Michigan to visit the family. It’s not in the greatest shape, but the thing’s been stuffed into the bottom of my backpack for like, seven months. Deal with it.

-Cassie Shannahan, Winter ‘22

Apocalyptica

The only character I know for a fact that is coming back is my own, Cassie. The others are deciding still, I believe. Aside from myself and Aweena, the other two returning writers are Fallenreaper and Zombiedude101. I'm sure nobody would mind a PM if you want to discuss stuff.

And we're really big on intertwining characters with one another and collaborating around here. Half of what we do seems to be nefarious plotting with someone or another, haha.

Apocalyptica

As one of said "other people involved who are hiding somewhere" I will say that it's good to see people interested in joining up with us. Aweena was forced by gun point kind enough to volunteer to work the re-write and GM'ey stuff, so she'll be the one who can let you all know when the OOC will be up and whatnot, but there are a couple of us who can answer any questions you guys may have, including character creation stuff.

A Crown of Bones

I'll wait for you to do your thing, Saltwater Thief, and then start up on my post. Since I don't know you and Feisty Pants's super secret bird whistle language, it makes the most sense. So I'll just be sitting here in the corner getting ready to punch stuff. :P

Apocalyptica

Wowzers! What a beautifully crafted piece of literary perfection you have here! A gritty, sandbox zombie RP with hordes of character development and drama? Nothing could be better. By golly, I would join this twice if it were possible and this is totally not me trying to garner interest by saying such swell things about what may be the most seller RP since forever.

A Crown of Bones

Finally got a post up, though it seems a bit short to me and I'll probably add some more to it when I feel less like my job is repeatedly bashing my face into a brick wall. Stupid real world responsibilities getting in the way of fun. :P

A Crown of Bones

It’s said that nothing is more memorable than a smell. That the act of smelling something, anything really, was remarkably like the act of thinking. As Tegan galloped towards the distant plume of twisting smoke alongside her young compatriots, a rogue, faint wisp of it rode the winds towards her. When it reached her nose, she could feel her mind going to work, sending the odor around from place to place, polling one part of her brain after another for signs of recognition, for old memories and old connection. It was almost immediate; she knew that smell. It was a smell that still clung to the back of her throat for more than a decade despite her feeble attempts to wash it away with time and alcohol. She smelt burning flesh.

Tegan clenched her reins a little tighter, fighting off the memories bought to the forefront of her mind. She couldn’t help but to feel like she’d been snapped back into the war against Malfear, if only for a split second, with huge pyres of her dead comrades and torched undead toddling all around her. She shook her head slightly to center herself again and glanced at Alaric and Kotori. They didn’t seem to have realized what she had yet, but perhaps that was just their youth or own inexperience. But she watched their faces as they approached the little village and became aware of the entirety of the situation, and took some small comfort in their shows of humanity; it was very grounding for her. In contrast, Tegan had schooled herself into a pointed stoicism upon seeing members of the Rose, unwilling to allow any emotion to escape lest she want to barrel down on her partner’s murderers in a blind rage.

She nodded to her fellow Guardian as Kotori began to dismount her horse, indicating her consent to the plan as well as expressing an unspoken message that the young warrior be careful and that Tegan would care for Alaric as her own charge even in Kotori’s short absence. Indeed, she immediately moved her dabbled gelding closer to the mage and put herself and the horse’s bulk between Alaric and the Order of the Rose. She kept one ear on her charge as he spoke to the old man, and both eyes on the thronging mass of angry people in front of them.

Tegan did not want to shed blood here. Not only would the three of them not be able to hold out against an entire town and Rose warriors, but the fight would only solidify the lies the Order was spreading about the Tower in the eyes of the villagers. These people were not evil, or even bad, the Order was just manipulating their fear of the unknown to perpetuate their agenda. If anything, Tegan would be more than happy to lure off the members of the Order and then dispatch them so they could no longer hunt down and endanger the brethren she had sworn to protect.

As the crowd continued being lathered into a rage by the Order of the Rose members standing at their head, Tegan adjusted her seat to ensure that both her leather armor allowed proper movement for a fight and that she had easy access to her blade. They couldn’t afford to linger in the town much longer, and she doubted they’d get away unscathed as it was. Already some of the villagers on the fringes of the mob had turned to look at the two horsemen in their midst, though she and Alaric didn’t seem to have been made yet.

Tegan pulled straight back on her reins, causing her mount to back up several steps towards Alaric so that she could speak without their words being overheard. “We need to hurry,” she urged the young mage as her horse began to dance beneath her, “If you’re up to the challenge, we can lead the Order away from these villagers and fight them on the hoof.” Fighting on horseback at a gallop was incredibly dangerous at best for her, but for mages who need to concentrate on their spells she imagined it far worse. However, doing so would allow them to spare the villagers, reduce their enemy’s number advantage by spreading them thin, and let Kotori ride up on their flank and attack from the rear.

But, before any of that there was something very pressing that Tegan needed to know from the old man which would alter any plans she had in mind. “Grandfather,” she started, addressing him in a common honorific for an unknown elder, “Are there any more people in this village that are in danger of being killed? We could take them to safety.” As much as she itched to do battle, she would gladly suppress the urge and attempt to run if it meant saving innocents.

A Crown of Bones

Headphones said By the way, I failed to mention this in the past, but Free Faller needs to edit their sheet, because they have made several inaccuracies, one of which is that they mention that the war lasted five years, when it was actually ten. They need to either put the dates of Tegan's training, Tower entrance and graduation in the sheet or tell us, so we can put them on the timeline.Also, could these be of use?

I'm a female, just to avoid that ambiguous "they," lol. But the five years in my bio refers specifically to when the war was in Ferros. Since she fought solely for and in Ferros, her "war" was only the last five years of the whole thing in total. It states in the bio that she didn't go off to war until Malfear entered Ferros, so her time line makes sense.

She left for the tower a few months after the conclusion of the war, so twelve years ago, and would have graduated and become a full-fledged Guardian five years later, so eight years ago.

Also, I should get a post up sometime later tonight.