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7 yrs ago
Current Replies will be no more for the rest of 2017! My life has just gotten too busy to manage. Sorry.
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7 yrs ago
Received the role of Orcus in "She Kills Monsters"! Replies will continue to come slowly because of rehearsal schedule!
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7 yrs ago
Replies are going to be slow - school started!
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7 yrs ago
I'm so proud of Kesha after listening to her new album.
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7 yrs ago
Wtf even IS time?
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Bio

I should mention that I have been on this site longer that it actually says. My original account has a name I'd rather not say, and so it changed. And then, I forgot my password and the email that went along with the last one @Teddiplier. So in total, I have actually been on this site for about two years.

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I am interested, but question; does it have to be a male and female? If so that's fine, I have a different idea that will spark a problem in my character's path.
@DeadDrop It has already been taken by someone else, I do not know who. I know because I wanted to be the sibling too xD







"I don't understand why I'm still here, but I'll do my best."



Full Name

Olivia Rae Samsuel

Nickname

Liv

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Bisexual

Age

18

Role in Community

Was training to be a guard but since Damian and his father left, she's been helping out his mother (Amelia) and his sister (Kaitlyn) with medical.

Appearance

Most think that Liv is younger than she appears, with her innocent hazel eyes and her kind face. But she's seen a lot; including her dad and little brother be eaten in front of her. She mainly wears leather things, for fear of being snuck up on by a zombie. When she's comfortable though, she'll wear things that most girls wore before the apocalypse; shorts and tank tops. She sums up to be 5'4", with olive skin, and her chestnut brown hair reaches all the way down her back; she usually has her hair in a long ponytail. She is well built, having trained with Damian.

Biography

Oliva Samsuel was raised in Los Angles by her mother, Grace, and her father, David, with her little brother, Lukas. The two siblings grew up together, and Liv found herself very protective of her little brother.
Liz's father was an author, and her mother was a professor of medicine. That is, until, she was diagnosed with stage four brain cancer when Liz was eight and her brother four. Grace died within a month and a half, breaking the rest of the family into pieces. It was the age of twelve that Olivia was grateful that her mother wasn't alive; the outbreak.

The three Samsuels were in Redding, on vacation. They quickly scavenged their packed belongings and scattered from the rest of civilization, which wasn't very difficult. A quarter of a year was spent trying to survive, just the three of them. Within those ninety-one days, both Liv's father and brother died. Her father went first within a little over a month and a half, sacrificing himself to save his children. She covered Lukas' eyes as she watched and heard her dad be eaten alive. Then only twenty-two days after they watched their father die, Lukas was bitten and taken away by sickness. She watched as he grew pale and the light faded from his eyes.

For the remaining twenty-three days, she survived on her own and tried to grasp on of what was left of her humanity and childhood. It was then that a miracle occurred; a patrol from Sierra-Armstrong came by and she was taken back. There she was exuberant to find a family that had been like hers but were still together.

She tried to find a new family in the Novak's and soon became great friends with Damian. She trained with him to become a guard, still unclear as to what her future held. She followed her best friend along until the day they were first ready, he and his father up and left with no explanation to her. Without guidance from her best friend, Liv turned to his mother, Amelia, and his sister, Kaitlyn, to help them out with medical. There she has remained being trained in the medical field, waiting for her best friend to come back

Personality

Liv isn't afraid to speak her mind but knows when to have manners. She's outgoing and kind and tries to speak up for what's right. Her emotions often overcome her, controlling her actions. Once she's on a roll, it's hard for her to stop. She's very passionate about her friends, and about protecting the innocent. Liv is clever, and tries to be strong and show a brave side but can't always do so. She's easy to get along with, but once you get to know her can be stubborn on certain topics. She isn't quiet, but she isn't totally chatty either.

Living Arrangements

Lives in a small house within the garrison near the Novaks, alone by herself.

Possessions

Most Valuable
Two Polaroid pictures; one with Liv, her little brother, and her father and the second with her and Damian.
A necklace she always wears that carries her mother's ashes.



I thought it was supposed to start right after the experiments.
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Above is their graduation picture, because they wouldn't take any shit about wearing a tux or a dress.
Name

Rowan Rylatt

Nickname

Row

Age

Has just turned 18 at beginning

Gender

Non-binary (they/them)

Trip Reason

Rowan thought that maybe this could help them find where they want to go in life

Personality

Rowan is a really down-to-earth kind of person; they're always real about how shitty life is or isn't, and just a generally chill person to hang around. They stick up for people and they're really passionate about diversity. They were admitted into school a little young but were still allowed into school.
Rowan can become sour if one person hurts another, physically or verbally. Under pressure, they will have a panic attack. Before a conversation, they look like an okay person to approach; a little scary, but obviously kind and a person who would listen to you.

Backstory

Rowan grew up in a household that weirdly accepted them for being non-binary; their parents kind of ignored the fact that they weren't what they were assigned at birth. The reason for that being strange is because they have two dads. Over the years, they figured out that the reason their dads ignored it was because they wanted something like their child being a different gender to be normal.

Rowan has never known their birth parents and for a good reason, both of them are stereotypical convicts; smokers, drug and alcohol abusers, and wearing tattoos. Rowan was adopted quickly and has never known a moment without her dads, Austin and Brandon. The three of them originally lived in California (the San Fransisco area), but had to move to the Massachusetts (when Rowan was nine) for both Brandon's and Austin's work; Austin is a high-school teacher (at the school Rowan graduated from) and Brandon is a police officer.

Rowan never really had friends at school. They would talk to classmates, sure, but they mostly were by themself. They carried around a messenger bag which always has their Polaroid camera and their music player. They know most of the people at school, simply from just sitting, watching, and listening. They probably know most gossip about you or said by you.

Favorite Music Genre

Chillwave & Electropop

Extra

-They are attracted to females
-They are very free with what they say and aren't really afraid to hold back thoughts
-They don't drink soda; they mostly drink Arizona Green Tea if not water
-They secretly LOVE musicals
Interested! And more into casual!
"So, is that beautiful van is yours then, Zac?" Rowan asked, teasingly. It actually wasn't too shabby. "I call shotgun in the van. See, Leo? You have to specify which car you're going to shotgun in," they said with a smirk. "Now you have to be with stinky ol' Ben."
They noticed another member join their group and recognized him as Cyrus. They gave him a smile, and a small "Hey there" before turning to Ben.
"So who else said they were coming? Or is this is; just us six? Makes sense that we would need another car," Rowan spoke, obviously ready to hit the road. They anxiously looked back at the auditorium they had come from, expecting their Dad or Papy to come over to them. But no one showed up to whisk them away.






"Sarcastic? Me? Never."
Calixto Diodoji


Name

Calixto Diodoji

Age

20

Phobi-ability

Pyrophobia

Personality

Cal can come off as snarky sometimes, but really he's just trying got mess around. He does what he wants, which gets him in trouble sometimes. It seems like he never really grew up with his back comments and whenever he speaks his mind. Maybe he never really grew up because of what happened at a young age. Or maybe he did, and he's just trying to be the kid he never got to be. He's kind at heart, it's just that his past haunts him.

Relations

ALL DECEASED
Marie-Ann Diodoji (mother)
Abel Diodoji (father)
Rosie Diodoji (sister)
Alex Metahpol (ex-boyfriend)

Backstory

Cal was born into an "average" family. Not terribly rich, but not terribly poor. In a house with two stories, a mother, father, sister, and brother lived. Abel, the father, was the worker of the family. Marie-Ann was the stay at home mom. Calixto, the brother, was two years older than Rosie, the sister, and the two quarreled often, but still loved each other. It was at the ripe age of seven that Cal discovered something beautiful; the dance of an open flame.

At the end of every day, after dinner and before bedtime, the family would sit in the living room; the fire lit, Marie-Ann sitting in her rocking chair and knitting away, the kids sitting before Abel from where he sat in his own big chair with a storybook in his hands.
That night, it was Rosie's turn to pick the story. She usually picked the same one, and Calixto had finally grown tired of it. His eyes wandered from his father to the lit room before finally settling on the flickering fire. His eyes watched the flames dance, going at their own pace and rhythm. They danced to their own song, the crackle of the wood.

After Abel finished the story, the kids were tucked into their beds. But that night, Calixto could not sleep. He tossed and turned, still thinking of the people dancing merrily in the fire. And so, he greedily stepped out of his room and snuck downstairs. He stared at the hearth, where the flames had died. There was still the faint glow of the embers, the dying song of the fire people. He wanted them to live and sing and dance again, just like in the books his father had read - happily ever after like everyone should live.

The boy took the matches from where they sat on the shelf above the fireplace and snuck back into his room. His heart pounding furiously, he slid open the box and took out the magical stick. The fact that something so tiny could hold so much power fascinated the seven-year-old, but just holding that power wasn't enough for him. He struck the match against the side of the box, and the flame child rose once again. The boy held the small stick close to his face, watching the small child dance, and he gave himself a small giggle.

But the boy was foolish. Even though he knew the power of the match, he had forgotten the power of the flame itself. It reached its end and he gave a small yelp, dropping the fire child. Excited for more fuel, the fire child invited everyone onto the bed of Calixto, and soon the whole room had erupted with the dance once again. Entranced by the flame, but knowing his danger, Cal ran for his window and scampered outside. Breaking his arm, he began to cry, rushing away from his average house and his average family.

An hour later, Cal sat in the back of an ambulance with a blanket around his shoulders. As the vehicle drove away and the paramedics began asking him questions and attending to his broken arm, he watched his average life burn away. Calixto Diodoji never saw his house or his family again. But he knew what he had done. And he'd never forget, even through the various orphanages and foster families and school and bullying. He knew.

Theme

Innocence

Misc

-He prefers to go by Cal
-He labels himself as bisexual, leaning more towards boys
-Cal has a mini-music player he has on him at all times, along with a pair of earbuds that have lasted way too long
-He drinks if he wants to (even if illegally), and doing so will make him a little more suseptiable to creating flame
-Cal doesn't like to talk about Alex Metahpol
-Other things will be added here as the roleplay continues
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