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Rotten Masks

I'll have a post up by tonight. I know because I have homework but I'm really good at avoiding homework lol

Footprints In The Snow

Miles Hemlock | 31 | Male

Miles is mostly unassuming in appearance, especially in the Ice Age where his small 5'6" frame is bundled up under layers. However, he's recognizable by his (usually foggy) glasses, cold blue eyes, and the premature grey streaks in his ever growing hair.

Equipment: Hat, scarf, gloves, another scarf, winter coat, and a bookbag. Inside the bookbag, a notebook and various pens and pencils he has found along the way. He used to have books, but those have been burned for warmth.

Skills:

• Plants, but they're mostly dead. However, what little life they do find, he can identify as safe to eat, good for medicine, or not so good for anything.
• Not opposed to cannibalism, not that he's said so.
• Okay he doesn't really have skills. But you wanna know something? Ask him.

Personality: While he's friendly, it usually doesn't take someone long to get a "bad vibe" from Miles. Although he's small and less than intimidating in physical appearance, his eyes are cold and his smile knowing. He doesn't really intend to be so off putting, but it does give some insight into the layers of his personality: he doesn't care much about others. His work, his well being, his intellect. These are things that are important to him. People? Not so much. However, since he is not an idiot, he understands that he cannot survive in this apocalypse alone, and he respects when others can do things he can't.

Interacting with Miles is usually an awkward experience. Pre Ice Age, his human interaction was limited to school and work, which allowed him to keep his communication short and practiced if not intellectually stimulating. Now? This is all completely out of his league and he appears incompetent among the group; and he doesn't even have the Internet to escape to anymore. So while it isn't always apparent, Miles is easily anxious and stressed out.

Pre Ice Age:
Miles was born into wealth as the only son of the Hemlocks, the family responsible for much of the technological advancements of the last 20 years before the Ice Age. And while this is great all, allowing him to be well equipped with the latest, greatest, and "buggiest" technology, he was never into it as much as his father was. Miles found gadgets that made life easier important, but when he went to college, it was for environmental sciences: he majored in environmental biology and minored in biochemistry. When he graduated, he ditched the family business to open a simple flower shop--The Tilted Tulpid--which doubled as a source of income and a place of research as he worked on furthering his schooling.

Come August 2030--he's still doing research with a focus on botany. News that the next two years will be a mini ice age was irritating mostly. Plants can grow in artificial conditions, so Miles had begun arrangements to prepare his next few years of study 100% indoors. However, he had always been intuitive, and a feeling of dread encouraged him to follow this strange climate change closely--as closely as a graduate student could anyway.

And when the snow threatened to fall too much to shovel or plow, he knew he had to ditch his work and home or freeze to death, trapped inside.

Now:
He didn't do too hot outside. Miles didn't really even find the group; they found him. He was shaking in his boots, struggling to cook what he predicted to be his last meal, when his small...fire was spotted. Miles had never been excited to see people in his life. Ever. He offered what he could as far as he had--the books for potential fire and his knowledge on whatever organic food they could find. Maybe they took pity on him or figured there wasn't enough meat on his bones to eat him yet, but either way, he was accepted into the group.

Caelbury Academy

Haha, I added a song for Cori.

Also, do we know about when we plan on starting?

Footprints In The Snow

Miles Hemlock | 31 | Male

Miles is mostly unassuming in appearance, especially in the Ice Age where his small 5'6" frame is bundled up under layers. However, he's recognizable by his (usually foggy) glasses, cold blue eyes, and the premature grey streaks in his ever growing hair.

Equipment: Hat, scarf, gloves, another scarf, winter coat, and a bookbag. Inside the bookbag, a notebook and various pens and pencils he has found along the way. He used to have books, but those have been burned for warmth.

Skills:

• Plants, but they're mostly dead. However, what little life they do find, he can identify as safe to eat, good for medicine, or not so good for anything.
• Not opposed to cannibalism, not that he's said so.
• Okay he doesn't really have skills. But you wanna know something? Ask him.

Personality: While he's friendly, it usually doesn't take someone long to get a "bad vibe" from Miles. Although he's small and less than intimidating in physical appearance, his eyes are cold and his smile knowing. He doesn't really intend to be so off putting, but it does give some insight into the layers of his personality: he doesn't care much about others. His work, his well being, his intellect. These are things that are important to him. People? Not so much. However, since he is not an idiot, he understands that he cannot survive in this apocalypse alone, and he respects when others can do things he can't.

Interacting with Miles is usually an awkward experience. Pre Ice Age, his human interaction was limited to school and work, which allowed him to keep his communication short and practiced if not intellectually stimulating. Now? This is all completely out of his league and he appears incompetent among the group; and he doesn't even have the Internet to escape to anymore. So while it isn't always apparent, Miles is easily anxious and stressed out.

Pre Ice Age:
Miles was born into wealth as the only son of the Hemlocks, the family responsible for much of the technological advancements of the last 20 years before the Ice Age. And while this is great all, allowing him to be well equipped with the latest, greatest, and "buggiest" technology, he was never into it as much as his father was. Miles found gadgets that made life easier important, but when he went to college, it was for environmental sciences: he majored in environmental biology and minored in biochemistry. When he graduated, he ditched the family business to open a simple flower shop--The Tilted Tulpid--which doubled as a source of income and a place of research as he worked on furthering his schooling.

Come August 2030--he's still doing research with a focus on botany. News that the next two years will be a mini ice age was irritating mostly. Plants can grow in artificial conditions, so Miles had begun arrangements to prepare his next few years of study 100% indoors. However, he had always been intuitive, and a feeling of dread encouraged him to follow this strange climate change closely--as closely as a graduate student could anyway.

And when the snow threatened to fall too much to shovel or plow, he knew he had to ditch his work and home or freeze to death, trapped inside.

Now:
He didn't do too hot outside. Miles didn't really even find the group; they found him. He was shaking in his boots, struggling to cook what he predicted to be his last meal, when his small...fire was spotted. Miles had never been excited to see people in his life. Ever. He offered what he could as far as he had--the books for potential fire and his knowledge on whatever organic food they could find. Maybe they took pity on him or figured there wasn't enough meat on his bones to eat him yet, but either way, he was accepted into the group.

Footprints In The Snow

I know I said I'd have ac charater up sooner, but at this point it should efinitely be sometimes this weekend. I have some off it done already

Rotten Masks

Lillah

The message was out. Lillah wasn't a super but she made a great scout: lean, unassuming, quick, and so it was one of her expectations to keep an eye out for others--wanted or otherwise. And as the fireworks lit up the sky, she was already out and looking for stragglers to help escort to the casino. Zombies were attracted to noise and color and stimulation in general, so the buddy system was pretty important in post-outbreak America. She had been followed the spray paint guides in their opposite direction, hoping to meet someone following them, but now she slowed to a stop at a street corner.

Her light brown eyes gazed about slowly, and she pulled the single barrel shotgun off her back. And waited quietly, attentive for any sign of movement or sound. The young woman wasn't tense--in fact, her slumped shoulders and lazy frown indicated boredom if any feeling. After several minutes, with no sign of movement, Lillah slung the shotgun over her shoulder and started moving again. When she came to another stop, it was at another corner--with various abandoned streets all leading to her. She was visible to anyone--or anything--in any of them.

So she dropped the shotgun back into her hands and waited. Again.

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Vivian

Fresh blood pooled around the body, his blank eyes widened at the fireworks above. Vivian stood over the man, gaze raised at the message in the sky. "Poor boy, just missed your chance," she commented as she holstered the pistol under her jacket. She crouched and pulled his bag off his limp body, pulling it open and dropping its contents onto the grass. They were in the park; she had been warming up to the guy and the wanker had finally let his guard down around her. His mistake, she thought now, shaking the new water bottle before taking a swig.

Her nose wrinkled and she coughed, barely keeping the liquid down. That wasn't water. She sniffed the opening and looked again at the plain plastic bottle. "Nice," she decided, capping the alcohol and dropping it into her own bag. Everything else? Useless: a wedding ring, a family photo, and a dead cell phone. What the fuck was this guy even doing? she thought, then narrowed her eyes at the corpse. Probably planning on mooching off me, she realized, standing up again as she slung her canvas bag over her back.

Brown eyes rose again to the sky where the message had been and she started in that general direction.

Caelbury Academy

@smarty0114 Queen of Caelbury, I love it, it's goin in the nickname list lmao

Footprints In The Snow

Oooh, I almost forgot about this one! I'm starting in a couple RPs right now but I'll try to make time for this one. I love RPs with the "your character will probably die" warning ahhaha. I'll try to get a sheet up by tonight.

Caelbury Academy

Awesome! :D

Caelbury Academy

@Undine So I'm reading through your character and I notice she's bad at math, ahaha. Cori is p good at it, so Cori could be a potential tutor if you're interested? They don't have to be super close--and I'm not sure they would anyway unless Dahlia is also a senior--but I figured I'd ask