Leoven

Dead Zone : A Zombie Survival Roleplay [Open and Accepting]

Sam Thurston

The sound of a gunshot echoed against the walls of the buildings lining the street and Sam winced, both from the loud noise and the fact that it was sure to attract the attention of more biters than they could handle. Still, she glanced at the hole the shot ripped through the biter's skull and saw just how close it had been to making her its lunchtime snack. She shot a thankful grin at Jay and followed the two men atop the cars.

The crowd of biters around the grew to the size of a small horde, with some bumbling out from inside the buildings to inspect whatever had caused the sound they heard. Sam could only suspect that in their rotten minds, the sound of a gunshot may have as well been the same as a kitchen bell signalling dinner time. She hopped atop the car, kicking back at the face of one biter that attempted to drag her down. Once she was sure of her safety, she chanced a look around for anything they could use to escape the growing numbers of biters surrounding them.

She saw another person a couple of blocks away from them, but Sam's gut told her not to bring attention to him. He didn't seem like an inherently bad person, but Sam caught sight of his gun, and if he was the skittish type then that could mean a bullet accidentally firing off and an injury that none of them had the supplies to deal with. She had enough experience with people toting guns without much knowledge on how to use them or the sensibilities for their wise usage. That only spelled trouble and they had enough as it was with the biters.

She gave the stranger a small nod, if only to signify that they were no threat to him, before continuing her search. Three cars from the one they were standing on was a building familiar to her. It was a small convenience store, the very same one that she had raided during her first day inside the city. A couple of days after that, when she had secured the bank as a base of sorts, she kept a makeshift bridge inside it to help her cross to the next building - the one that led back to the bank. If they managed to get to the building's roof and use the bridge, it could save them a whole heap of trouble.

She hopped over to the next car, motioning for the others to follow. "You see that store? We can head to its roof and use it to get to the bank faster," and safer, she left unsaid. "Once we get to the roof, we're home free." There was a grin on her face as she lead them towards the building, one that only grew when she split a biter's skull in half as she moved on to another car.

Dead Zone : A Zombie Survival Roleplay [Open and Accepting]

@Leoven You're up to post. We can wait on anyone who hasn't gone yet, assuming that they still want to partake.

@DoubleFurCollar

I'll get something up by hopefully tonight. Still a lil bit sick but it's getting better. Should get my writing muscles working after another long nap.

<Snipped quote by Delta44>

Don't worry. They won't all be friendly characters.

@DoubleFurCollar

Feel like someone might get hurt... *evil laugh* Good... I am more than ready for the hostiles to appear.

It's a Family Business [Modern Mafia RP]

Pitching in my interest for this. Looks like it's gonna be hella cool.

Dead Zone : A Zombie Survival Roleplay [Open and Accepting]

Not sure if I should post or wait til @Delta44 and @bbyangellike get something up... Hmm...

Pokemon: Legendary Guardians [V2]

AMBER KREE

[New Amber Town - Pokemon Center]
@Ninian@Zardoric@Experiment 249@Light Lord

Amber watched the crowd carefully. The Dragonite's owner had remained bubbly and energetic throughout the whole ordeal, although she doubted she could say the same for most of the other trainers surrounding them. She wasn't sure if it was simply a misunderstanding of sorts, but it seemed as though some form of hostility had arisen amongst some of the others. She would have no involvement in that matter, not unless it grew into something physical. Even then, she mused, perhaps it would be the trainers' Pokemon resolving their differences. She still didn't understand it, but she was willing to accept their methods.

”Aster is female,” she stated in reply to the girl's excited questioning although she doubted the girl would have heard her much over the buzzing of the crowd. Pursing her lips, Amber stepped away and looked towards the two that had given her advice.

The first that had spoken up was the man the young girl was originally with. Another had long black hair – named Leopold, if she heard correctly – and told her pretty much what the first did. It was nothing she hadn't heard from others before. Trust your Pokemon. Strengthen your bond with them. Believe in them. It wasn't like she hadn't tried to do during her first days with Aster; she simply had trouble understanding how she would do such a thing. It wasn't like Aster hatched with a manual that she could read and memorize. No, they had plopped the little green thing down Amber's lap and told them to bond by battling some other wild things in the forest. She gave them a small smile in thanks, but wondered just how she would go about following their advice.

She glanced down at the Snivy in her arms. The little fella seemed to have calmed down considerably and now chose to observe the group of people around them. Aster seemed to have taken a suspicious glare at the new trainer and the silent boy that trailed behind him, and began to watch them intently as they approached the Dragonite. In fact, should anyone that had known Amber before look, the face Aster was making oddly resembled her trainer's usual facial expression.

Amber's instincts told her that there was something odd about the silent one. Though, considering the variety of people surrounding them, she decided to simply file it away as the weird feeling she often got when around trainers. He still hadn't done anything she would see as threatening so for now, she would not confront him.

Her eyes turned to the sky. How long had they wasted standing around and chatting? Amber usually wasn't one to let time pass without doing anything, but she had a feeling that continuing to be around such boisterous trainers would change that. A sigh escaped her lips. Perhaps she would need to take the initiative. She turned to the young girl – Celes – and her Dragonite, the two that had given her advice, and the new trainer that approached them.

She cleared her throat to grab their attention. ”I hate to interrupt,” she really didn't since she wanted nothing more than to actually get some semblance of work done, hard as it may be. ”But I was told that acquiring something called a Pokedex would be useful.” In hindsight, she should have gone to the laboratory first instead of the Pokecenter, but what's done was done.

She left the unspoken invitation to head to the laboratory with her in the air, giving what friendly smile she could muster.

Dead Zone : A Zombie Survival Roleplay [Open and Accepting]

Sam Thurston

Sam followed Jay out into the streets, hopping from car to car quickly. Most of the biters that wandered around attempted to reach for their legs but the height of the car roof and the biters' inability to jump (she'd never seen one attempt it, so it was safe to assume that motor function was inaccessibale to them) kept the two of them safe. Being atop the cars allowed them a good vantage view of the area as well. In fact, if she squinted, she could see a familiar landmark just by the horizon.

When she stepped down into one of the lower vehicles, a biter got too close for comfort and she swung her axe. It's blade met the biter's head, spraying her with blood and bile. She would need to take a shower soon and thankfully, the water lines in the bank still worked. She could just fill some buckets she found in a storage closet with water and she'd have her own makeshift shower, but getting the grime off her clothes would still be quite a chore. She really should have just stolen more clothes instead.

She quickly hopped back onto a higher vehicle and tossed Jay a small grin. "Close call there, huh?" she commented with a chuckle, wiping off some blood from her cheeks with the back of her hand. She glanced back to the streets, noticing with pride that they were almost to the bank. "Couple more blocks and we're there."

She took a step, eager to get back to her base, and misjudged the distance between the cars. She fell down to the asphalt, but was up on her feet within second, axe at the ready. Apart from the biter nearest to her, which she'd disposed off easily, the other biters in the streets were more focused on someone emerging from a nearby store. Another survivor!

She glanced at Jay before motioning that she would help. It was up to him if he'd offer a hand as well.

She sprinted towards the young man, whistling loud enough to get his attention but not that of the biters that weren't already alerted of their presence. With a practiced swing, she decapitated the head of the biter chasing the man, not even sparing a glance at its gruesome remains. It was nothing she hadn't seen before, and while she thought they looked kind of cool before, now the rotting meat simply acted like a target.

A smirk teased at the edges of her lips as she regarded the other survivor. "Sam," she introduced, "You're welcome."

She grinned at the young man before correcting her stance. Some biters had already gathered around her, but not enough that she couldn't slash her way out.

Crescent Dagger Camp

Claret

C L A R E T

Come down, come down; Can you feel it bound you surround you?

A G E:

19

A P P E A R A N C E:

Claret stands at five foot four, shorter than average for her age group, with a slightly athletic build. Her wine red hair is cropped short, falling just an inch above her shoulders and pointing in different directions, with a few strands styled into a small braid tucked to her left and dyed a sable black. Her eyes are a light green and are often narrowed into cat-like slits. Her clothing tends to be more casual, with a dark brown leather vest above a simple dark grey shirt, but no matter what she wears, she always has a wolf fang that hangs from her silver necklace.

P E R S O N A L I T Y:

Claret is easy-going and cheerful, with her lazy smirk and bright smile making her seem approachable to almost anyone. She finds it easy to talk to all sorts of people, from crooked criminals hanging out in deserted alleys to the posh nobles sitting comfortably in their thrones. This kind of behaviour makes it easy for her to persuade people into doing what she wants and seeing things her way. She does, however, have a tendency to become carried away especially when experiencing extreme bouts of anger or having her sadistic tendencies triggered. During these times, the cheerful Claret disappears only to be replaced with a bloodthirsty beast, which is why she tries her hardest to never reach this point. Not again.

W E A P O N:

Claret's weapon of choice is a pair of short swords, each made from a thousand layers of steel. Each sword had been made especially for her, allowing her ease in using them as though they're simply extensions of her own arms. She strikes from the shadows, fast and deadly with her swords, leaving her target either subdued or killed within seconds. Her fighting style, however, makes her an easy target as she has no way of defending herself other than a simple parry of her swords and her speed.

O T H E R:

Claret acts as one of the camp's agents and specializes in gathering information, through both spying and torture, from their targets. During one of her previous missions, Claret had been tasked to abduct a daughter of a nobleman in exchange for a hefty ransom, but found that the daughter wished to joing their camp. She now looks after Peridot.

Peridot

P E R I D O T

A G E:

10

A P P E A R A N C E:

Peridot is quite small, and looks even more so compared to the other people in camp. Keeping up with her code name, she had Claret find a way to dye certain parts of her hair green - enough to be noticeable but not so much that she stood out. Her eyes are a light grey and her face littered with freckles. Most of the time, she's seen wearing a dark cloak, with the insides filled with more pockets than she could count, and a necklace similar to Claret's.

P E R S O N A L I T Y:

Peridot is an agreeable person. She goes along with what the others do to the point of looking like a push-over and many have taken advantage of this attitude - at least until Claret catches them. Despite the way some treat her, Peridot has never dared speak up against them. She keeps up a bright smile and quietly agrees with everything. Still, her assistance tends to stop short when it comes to anything that might harm herself as she would always put her well-being above all else. She's never going to put herself in the forefront of battle and would rather run away than face opposition. She also tends to be focused on one thing for long periods of time, such as creating new traps or potions.

W E A P O N:

Peridot doesn't fight, at least not head-on. She keeps a variety of traps around her body, which she sets up behind them after a job in order to slow down anyone who tries to go after them. She also deals with creating poisons and tonics, although Claret keeps a close eye on her whenever she does. It's dangerous and she's still a kid, no matter what their line of business might say.

O T H E R:

Peridot (real name: Henrietta Meredith Mills) is the daughter of a nobleman who has devoted most of his life to tracking down the Crescent Dagger Camp. He hatched a plot to have his daughter be "abducted" by the camp in exchange for ransom, only for the abductor to find out that she wants to join them instead. Peridot agreed, taking up a role as a spy inside the camp, and still occassionally sends out letters to her father.

Crescent Dagger Camp

I'm gonna assume that the like is a go @Blizz and I just realized I never put Claret in the Characters tab so I'll go pop the duo over there now.

The Incredible True Story - A Post-Apocalyptic Space Adventure Roleplay

Heeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyy, you're back.

Also maybe make a quick tl;dr to summarize the plot's background? I dunno, but I was almost put off by the wall of text until I read Mass Effect. I haven't played it yet but I am hella interested.

I might take the Gunnery Officer, although I won't be able to get a cs up until later.

Pokemon: Legendary Guardians [V2]

@Zardoric Amber's just gonna casually stalk him unti he caves.

Zach: You wanna train under me?
Amber: Yes.
Zach: You'll suffer. My methods are gruesome and-
Amber:


I should get some sleep