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14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

A heavy sigh escaped Hector as he finished going through a lone corpses belongings and held up a single bullet. He shook his head as he rose to his feet and looked to his team who were finishing their own searches from their recent kills. "Well, now I just need a gun and I can finally blow my brains out from constant disappointment," he chuckled dryly and placed the bullet into his pocket. "Find anything?" he asked his team.

"Nope."

"Nein."

"I got a rock."

Hector pinched the bridge of his nose as one of the men showed his new rock to the team with pride. Why does he get the strange ones? He sighed and looked around his surroundings. "Whatever, lets get back on track and keep..." he trailed off as he noticed as one of the dogs from their group run pass them. He spotted the note on its collar and knew it was from one of their scouts, April maybe. He smirked pulled one of his tomahawks from the holster on his waist. "Alright boys, lets get this shit over with and head back to the main group," he said as he and his men continued on with their sweep. Their job was a simple one, find any walkers along the roads and put them down before they could reach the main group. It wasn't the best job, but it gave him a work out.

After a few more bashes to a couple more walkers one of the younger team members, Benny, spotted a lone walker at the edge of the woods next to the road with no legs or arms growling and snapping its teeth towards them. Hector noticed Bennies interest with the walker as he stomped in a walkers skull. "Hey kid, forget that one and keep moving, we only got a few more left," he said as he scraped his boot against the roads pavement. Benny looked back with a frown as he held up his hammer.

"Come on, we can't just leave it like that, it's inhuman," he said with sympathy towards the walker. Hector rolled his eyes and gestured him to go ahead. He gave a nod of appreciation and walked towards the crippled walker. As he reached the walker Hector looked away to deal with a new customer, but as he buried his tomahawk into its skull the sound of metal clamping together and a howl of pain filled the air. He spun around with wide eyes and gritted his teeth as he saw Bennies right leg trapped within a rusty looking bear trap. He fell to the ground clutching his leg and failed to notice the crippled walker dragging itself closer to him.



"Shit! Get him!" he barked to the rest of the team as he bolted towards the downed Benny, but before he could even get close to him the crippled walker bit down onto his neck. Benny let out a scream and struggled to push his attacker away, but he found his left arm being pulled away by a walker that had emerged from the foliage from the edge of the wood lines. Before Hector could even blink two more emerged from the woods and began their feast on the poor young mans flesh. His screams echoed and Hector gritted his teeth as he rushed to the scene. He and another team member managed to kill off the walkers, but knew it was to late. They looked down to the corpse of their former comrade who had stopped his screaming for good with expressionless gazes and Hector sighed. "Get his stuff and do it," he said as he walked way with a groan. "Jains gonna have my ass."

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14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

@Wick I should have seen that one coming lol.

14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

I'll get mine up in a few.

Back to Medieval Times

@Wick Same.

Highschoolers, Fight on!

I'm interested.

Back to Medieval Times

@WickYep, lets go.

Aria's Seas

Snips

Name: Snips.

Age: 19

Height: 5'9

Weight: 187 lbs

Personality: Snips can be easily labeled as a risk taker, or thrill seeker when it comes to dangerous situations. To him danger is the fun part of his adventures. He is rarely seen without a grin and can be the crews source of entertainment when either boredom or low morale takes effect on his fellow shipmates. When faced with deaths ugly mug he simply cracks a joke and narrowly escapes its cold boney hands with a laugh. Even though he is a carefree man he always has time to help his crew mates and is very much concerned with their well beings. He proves this by putting his life on the line many times to insure his mates escape with their lives. No matter how injured he may get he will always feel relief and happiness knowing his crew mates survived to see another day.

History: Snips beginning in life was a rather rough one seeing as how he was born into a life of slavery. He never met his parents and was only able to learn of their unfortunate demise by their owners handmade nooses. He was put to work at the age of five since his current owners saw him to be more capable of a worker then other children. Through his childhood he suffered horrible abuse, both physical and mental and was neglected like the families least favorite mutt. As he grew up in such horrible conditions Snips somehow was able to at least crack a few jokes and smirk, though sometimes he would get punished by a few guards with at least a dozen lashes to the back. It seemed his owners didn't want their property to even show a hint of life. Amazingly though he never broke, or even shed a single tear. He found tears and a broken soul would only show that his owners had won.

Snips did his best to keep his fellow slaves in somewhat sane minds and would create small short songs for the children younger than him to sing when they felt hopeless. Of course he told them to sing them when the guards or owners weren't around so they could escape punishment. He would even give up his meals and split them evenly amongst everyone. In this hellish life of slavery Snips was the only source of sanity and hope for the others. That is until a crew of pirates came along and raided the estate. Snips had been locked away in the shed after he had received his punishment when the attack occurred and was force to listen to the sounds of chaos and death. After hours had past the fighting had vanished and Snips was able to break his way out of the shed. He was greeted with a completely destroyed estate and a slaughtered mess of bodies that belonged to guard, owner and slaves alike. With tears in his eyes he laughed with bitter happiness until the sun emerged from the night sky. He was free, but alone. Happiness and despair filled his heart so he let both out.

Years have past since his lonely liberation and was able to find a position aboard a ship of pirates. Though he was hesitant at first he knew he needed the coin, so took sail with his new crew. He has now served a full year aboard the ship and has come to feel this place to be his home and the crew his family.

Equipment: Cutlass sword, small dagger and two pistols with a pouch of ammo to his waist.

Strength: Strong willed, agile, tough, excellent swordsman and charismatic.

Weakness: Cocky, reckless, a bit of an air head and rum.

Other: Has many scars across his back from the lashes and has never told anyone but the captain about his past. People only know Snips as a young lad who joined the crew a year ago. Many have asked, but Snips would always change the topic with a joke or two.

Hope this is good enough, if not then just point out the flaws and I'll fix it right up.

Aria's Seas

Sorry it's taking so long to make a cs, I'll try and have it up later when I get home.

14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

Hector

Name: Hector Miles.

Age: 24

Profession: Trooper.

Description: Stands up to a height of 6'1, weighs 205 and is built for heavy lifting and fighting. He has a scruffy beard along with short brown hair and dark brown eyes. He mostly wears his gear since he never likes to stay within the settlement for to long. His skin is rather tanned thanks to him being in the outdoors most of the time and a small scar rest above his left eye from a close call in his past runs.

History: Hector can't seem to remember much about his past, but from what he was told at the age of seven as awoke within the settlement of Lasthope was that he was found in the trunk of a torn apart bloodied car. Many corpses were found there, but there was no way they could tell who was his parents. Hector tried to feel sad in his situation, but couldn't bring himself to shed a single tear. He knew he had just lost his family, but the problem was that he couldn't remember anything. Not his past, not his family, hell not even his own name! Not a single memory came to him, only a clouded, frustrated mind. Mixed with the frustration was fear and almost maddening confusion, but there was nothing he or any of his saviors could do about it. He simply had to live with not knowing and put his trust with the people who saved him.

Luckily he was right to do so as the settlement accepted him without a problem and even gave him a proper name. Hector grew up living with other kids without families and thought he would have at least a connection with one of them, but Hector felt out of place and simply avoided contact with them. Instead he would travel along the settlements walls and over look the surroundings with a few of the men on watch. They never minded his company, but the people watching him always scolded him for leaving their sights without their promotion. He never cared though and simply continued to venture along the walls.

Soon though, at the age of eleven he decided to venture over the walls to see the world the adults tried so hard to keep away from him. He took a knife and a little bit of food and water and traveled into a nearby forest. He wandered the forest with wonder and felt himself become rather free and full of life. He even found it to be fitting to stay the night within the forest. He would quickly regret that though as he was attacked in the night by a few of the undead. He ran back towards the settlement, but became lost and could only yell for help. His attempts to find help only attracted more undead to him and soon he was almost overcome with their numbers. He would have died in that forest had it not been for a group of mounted patrolling troopers. They barely saved him and returned to settlement for Hector to be greet with an even harsher scolding than usual. Though he was scolded by his caretakers he glanced towards his saviors and smiled.

They were fighters and that is what Hector wanted to be. He wanted to be able to protect himself and others from the horrible fate that has befallen so many. From that day forward he trained his body and mind to deal with the harsh reality of the world. He even made it a personal goal for himself to travel a bit farther away from the settlement so he could have an idea of the landscape and which paths were the right ones to take. As the years went on he grew stronger, quicker and more informed of the world and became a trooper. Though sometimes he continues to venture off he always does his job and helps the settlement whenever he is needed.

1. Strong- Hector has made sure in his hours of training that he can be able to lift any large object that may be in his way. Though he can't quiet lift up cars he has been able to move crates filled to the brim with supplies. His strengths has even toughened up his skin so he can take a bit of damage while giving it right back.

2. Fighter- He won't say he likes bashing in skulls, but he loves bashing in skulls. He has been taught how to use all types of weapons from blunt objects, to blades of different sizes and even long ranged weapons like bows and on a few special occasions firearms. Through he always likes to keep to his tomahawks.

3. Brave- Hector is like any man and fears death, but he has faced it many times even when he could have avoided such close calls. He has taken on hordes head on to insure others escape and even risked his life to get something of importance for the people and the settlement. No matter the danger Hector will face it head on without the slightest hint of hesitation.

14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

Hector

Name: Hector Miles.

Age: 20

Profession: Trooper.

Description: Stands up to a height of 6'1, weighs 205 and is built for heavy lifting and fighting. He has a scruffy beard along with short brown hair and dark brown eyes. He mostly wears his gear since he never likes to stay within the settlement for to long. His skin is rather tanned thanks to him being in the outdoors most of the time and a small scar rest above his left eye from a close call in his past runs.

History: Hector can't seem to remember much about his past, but from what he was told at the age of seven as awoke within the settlement of Lasthope was that he was found in the trunk of a torn apart bloodied car. Many corpses were found there, but there was no way they could tell who was his parents. Hector tried to feel sad in his situation, but couldn't bring himself to shed a single tear. He knew he had just lost his family, but the problem was that he couldn't remember anything. Not his past, not his family, hell not even his own name! Not a single memory came to him, only a clouded, frustrated mind. Mixed with the frustration was fear and almost maddening confusion, but there was nothing he or any of his saviors could do about it. He simply had to live with not knowing and put his trust with the people who saved him.

Luckily he was right to do so as the settlement accepted him without a problem and even gave him a proper name. Hector grew up living with other kids without families and thought he would have at least a connection with one of them, but Hector felt out of place and simply avoided contact with them. Instead he would travel along the settlements walls and over look the surroundings with a few of the men on watch. They never minded his company, but the people watching him always scolded him for leaving their sights without their promotion. He never cared though and simply continued to venture along the walls.

Soon though, at the age of eleven he decided to venture over the walls to see the world the adults tried so hard to keep away from him. He took a knife and a little bit of food and water and traveled into a nearby forest. He wandered the forest with wonder and felt himself become rather free and full of life. He even found it to be fitting to stay the night within the forest. He would quickly regret that though as he was attacked in the night by a few of the undead. He ran back towards the settlement, but became lost and could only yell for help. His attempts to find help only attracted more undead to him and soon he was almost overcome with their numbers. He would have died in that forest had it not been for a group of mounted patrolling troopers. They barely saved him and returned to settlement for Hector to be greet with an even harsher scolding than usual. Though he was scolded by his caretakers he glanced towards his saviors and smiled.

They were fighters and that is what Hector wanted to be. He wanted to be able to protect himself and others from the horrible fate that has befallen so many. From that day forward he trained his body and mind to deal with the harsh reality of the world. He even made it a personal goal for himself to travel a bit farther away from the settlement so he could have an idea of the landscape and which paths were the right ones to take. As the years went on he grew stronger, quicker and more informed of the world and became a trooper. Though sometimes he continues to venture off he always does his job and helps the settlement whenever he is needed.

1. Strong- Hector has made sure in his hours of training that he can be able to lift any large object that may be in his way. Though he can't quiet lift up cars he has been able to move crates filled to the brim with supplies. His strengths has even toughened up his skin so he can take a bit of damage while giving it right back.

2. Fighter- He won't say he likes bashing in skulls, but he loves bashing in skulls. He has been taught how to use all types of weapons from blunt objects, to blades of different sizes and even long ranged weapons like bows and on a few special occasions firearms. Through he always likes to keep to his tomahawks.

3. Brave- Hector is like any man and fears death, but he has faced it many times even when he could have avoided such close calls. He has taken on hordes head on to insure others escape and even risked his life to get something of importance for the people and the settlement. No matter the danger Hector will face it head on without the slightest hint of hesitation.