The prison in sight, he laughed with joy,and drove up to the front gate. The sun was rising now, and two red lasers caught his attention. He slowed the car and got out, his hands up. He yelled up to one of the guards "Whats up? Can I come in or do I gotta wait till curfew is over?" he said with a joking tone in his voice.
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The prison in sight, he laughed with joy,and drove up to the front gate. The sun was rising now, and two red lasers caught his attention. He slowed the car and got out, his hands up. He yelled up to one of the guards "Whats up? Can I come in or do I gotta wait till curfew is over?" he said with a joking tone in his voice.
I got two ideas- both based off of popular movies! I love both these idea's so much <3
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Aliens Vs Predator (AVP) Roleplay
My idea is simple, we get to play as the humans (Marines or Colonist of the planet we are on) Aliens, or Predator's.
The Colonial Marines get a distress call from an icy planet nick named Degree, but it cuts off mid sentence. They send a squad (Some of us) to find out what the problem is. They land their ship to find a deserted city, blood all over the streets, buildings, and a snow storm is blowing in. The planet was home to the Xenomorph, and finally attack the new settlement. This of course draws the Predator's to hunt them down. The snow storm finally blows in, making were the soldiers cant leave and have to survive until the storm is over!
King Kong Roleplay!
Based off the game and movie King Kong. What if the world never found Skull Island. We would crash on accident onto the island, and be forced to be against the inhabitants of it, including King Kong himself! We would have weapons of course, but only a small group of us make it.
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Aliens Vs Predator (AVP) Roleplay
My idea is simple, we get to play as the humans (Marines or Colonist of the planet we are on) Aliens, or Predator's.
The Colonial Marines get a distress call from an icy planet nick named Degree, but it cuts off mid sentence. They send a squad (Some of us) to find out what the problem is. They land their ship to find a deserted city, blood all over the streets, buildings, and a snow storm is blowing in. The planet was home to the Xenomorph, and finally attack the new settlement. This of course draws the Predator's to hunt them down. The snow storm finally blows in, making were the soldiers cant leave and have to survive until the storm is over!
King Kong Roleplay!
Based off the game and movie King Kong. What if the world never found Skull Island. We would crash on accident onto the island, and be forced to be against the inhabitants of it, including King Kong himself! We would have weapons of course, but only a small group of us make it.
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:: Personal Information ::
Full Birth-Given Name: Alexander Hogsten
Preferred Name // Nickname: Mr. President
Sexual Orientation & Gender: "I'm male. Really? It's a zombie apocalypse and your asking if I'm gay or straight? I'm obviously straight, so don't you even think other wise."
Years Since My Birth: 37
Also Knowing: Mr. President is the outcome of insanity in a zombie apocalypse. He has problems determining what is real and fiction. His past was a tough one, being raised as a Mercenary was hard work, even harder surviving till the age of 37. His nick name comes from an old joke about how he should've run for president before the outbreak happened.
:: General Information ::
A Secret Told to No One: "I suppose my revolver counts?"
My One and Only Reason For Existing: "Shotty"
Those Who Brought Me Into This World: "Sarah and Marshall, God curse their souls."
Faithful Furry Companions:
:: Other Information ::
Song That Best Describes Me: " Monster By Skillet"
Weapons Carried on My Person at All Times:
Here's the Story of My Past and How I Have Survived This Long:
How Some People Might See Me:
"I've been alone since the apocalypse, so I've grown antisocial, so I'm judging that I'm quiet. In the past I had large anger problems, so im sure those are still there. I have a bit of an unfair and cruel side, just don't get on my wrong side. People used to like me once they got to know me, but lately I havent kept them around long enough."
Standing Before a Mirror, I See: " Around 6'2, 210 pounds I am muscular, but im not beefed up. My legs are the strongest part of my body, so they are wide. My arms are and chest are on alright size. My eyes are green, my skin white, bruised, and scarred. Most of that is probably from past battles. My hair is kept short, and my beard is left trimmed.
The Beast Within Me:
"Around 4'5 and 180 pounds, my eyes were a red, but are now a dark electric blue. I keep my claws sharp, and my wit sharper. In this form of myself, you can call me Timber.
:: Personal Information ::
Full Birth-Given Name: Alexander Hogsten
Preferred Name // Nickname: Mr. President
Sexual Orientation & Gender: "I'm male. Really? It's a zombie apocalypse and your asking if I'm gay or straight? I'm obviously straight, so don't you even think other wise."
Years Since My Birth: 37
Also Knowing: Mr. President is the outcome of insanity in a zombie apocalypse. He has problems determining what is real and fiction. His past was a tough one, being raised as a Mercenary was hard work, even harder surviving till the age of 37. His nick name comes from an old joke about how he should've run for president before the outbreak happened.
:: General Information ::
A Secret Told to No One: "I suppose my revolver counts?"
My One and Only Reason For Existing: "Shotty"
Those Who Brought Me Into This World: "Sarah and Marshall, God curse their souls."
Faithful Furry Companions:
:: Other Information ::
Song That Best Describes Me: " Monster By Skillet"
Weapons Carried on My Person at All Times:
Here's the Story of My Past and How I Have Survived This Long:
How Some People Might See Me:
"I've been alone since the apocalypse, so I've grown antisocial, so I'm judging that I'm quiet. In the past I had large anger problems, so im sure those are still there. I have a bit of an unfair and cruel side, just don't get on my wrong side. People used to like me once they got to know me, but lately I havent kept them around long enough."
Standing Before a Mirror, I See: " Around 6'2, 210 pounds I am muscular, but im not beefed up. My legs are the strongest part of my body, so they are wide. My arms are and chest are on alright size. My eyes are green, my skin white, bruised, and scarred. Most of that is probably from past battles. My hair is kept short, and my beard is left trimmed.
The Beast Within Me:
"Around 4'5 and 180 pounds, my eyes were a red, but are now a dark electric blue. I keep my claws sharp, and my wit sharper. In this form of myself, you can call me Timber.
Glad to see you :D Gonna have a swell time with this roleplay :D
You would't mind if I made a second character correct?
You would't mind if I made a second character correct?
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**Thats what im wearing^^ Along with black tinted goggles.**
:: Personal Information ::
Full Birth-Given Name: Drake Forester
Preferred Name // Nickname: Drake
Sexual Orientation & Gender: Male, Heterosexual
Years Since My Birth: I am 26 years old, my birthday is June 14th.
Also Knowing:
I'm an Ex-Seal and was apart of the evacuation team for Miami. Everyone knows we weren't that successful. Unlike alot of Ex-military, I've accepted defeat, and have dropped all the military lingo. My personal treasures are Rosie, my German Shepard. My Aviators I wear when relaxing. The necklace I always wear, even though it is a bit girly, and a friends pistol that I've borrowed....
:: General Information ::
A Secret Told to No One: "I havent seen a living person in..forever."
My One and Only Reason For Existing: "Does Rosie count?"
Those Who Brought Me Into This World: Bryan and Brooke Forester...God bless their souls
Those Made To Survive This World Alongside Me: I had some.......Devin my older brother (Little known fact, Devin is still alive!) and *sighs* Sarah.
Faithful Furry Companions:
:: Other Information ::
Song That Best Describes Me: "Has to be Hard to Breath by B.O.B."
Weapons Carried on My Person at All Times:
Here's the Story of My Past and How I Have Survived This Long:
"You want my story? Go to hell- Oh wait, forgot we are already here. You wanna story? I'll give you mine."
**Switched writing to third person**
Born and Raised in Oklahoma, Drake was the quarterback for his high school team, The South Moore Lions. After high school, he attempted to head to college to play for the Sooners, but hurt his leg in the process, causing him to have an occasional pain in my knee, which he have to take pills for once it begins hurting. Instead, he joined the military a year before the outbreak, and was a Navy Seal, which surprisingly helped his leg a lot. As the years progressed, he moved to Miami, and that’s when the outbreak started. He was the leader of a small group to battle the undead so the survivors could leave the city. The last project was to escort some civilians to the airport, but two herds trapped us on the road. He managed to get a group of his men and survivors into a Starbucks. He turned his back to the window, he was trying to keep some civilians calm, and an infected jumped through the window, sending some glass down my back, cutting through my clothes. He would've been bitten if it wasnt for his best friend, Dylan, who killed the fucking creature. Him, Dylan, Two girls and their Mom, along with their dog all escaped into a military jeep, and survived for a few weeks and finally the girls were killed by some raiders. Dylan, Drake, and Rosie, the dog, all headed to Oklahoma where Drake found out my sister was trapped in New York. Dylan promised to protect his family, and he headed to New York to find his sister.
He managed to convince a helicopter pilot to fly him in, who hovered over a building, gazing over the city. A bandit shot through the window, killing the pilot and sending the helicopter to the ground. The copter got caught in telephone wires, and slammed into a building were Drake and Rosie escaped through the hole in the wall. The two made their way to Citi Field, where the safe location was held, with a horde on their tails. Drake battled the undead protecting his sister inside, when a police helicopter flew infront of the field, blowing a hole into the defenses of the military barricade, letting the undead inside. Retreating to find his sister, Drake found her, bleeding from the throat. An undead attacked her as she saved a childs life. Drake blamed himself, and nearly killed himself if it wasnt for Allie's pistol, and Rosie of course. Instead, Drake headed towards Oklahoma once again, this time finding the Safe Area evacuated. He found a notice that the safe zone was evacuated to a aircraft carrier, and was docked off of Texas. He found a list of safe zones, some checked marked "Evacuated" and others with an X stating "Gone". He choosed to make his way to the Cook County Jail in Chicago.
How Some People Might See Me:
Normally, I am normally in an alright mood. You know happy, observant, and head strong. I am normally joking, unless stressed or thinking about something. I hold a grudge, and am hardly forgiving. The angriest I get is once someone mentions my younger sister, Sarah. Lately Ive been....... on edge. I can tell it myself.
Standing Before a Mirror, I See:
I stand at 6’7, light blue eyes, short brown hair, spiked up in the front. I have a muscular body, a scar across my arm. I’ve fail to keep my beard short, so it is rugged, longer than I like it, and prickly. I have a painful looking scar across my back. I've got no tattoo's, was gonna get one before the world went to hell, but never got around to it.
The Beast Within Me: N/A
Photographed Picture of Myself:
**Thats what im wearing^^ Along with black tinted goggles.**
:: Personal Information ::
Full Birth-Given Name: Drake Forester
Preferred Name // Nickname: Drake
Sexual Orientation & Gender: Male, Heterosexual
Years Since My Birth: I am 26 years old, my birthday is June 14th.
Also Knowing:
I'm an Ex-Seal and was apart of the evacuation team for Miami. Everyone knows we weren't that successful. Unlike alot of Ex-military, I've accepted defeat, and have dropped all the military lingo. My personal treasures are Rosie, my German Shepard. My Aviators I wear when relaxing. The necklace I always wear, even though it is a bit girly, and a friends pistol that I've borrowed....
:: General Information ::
A Secret Told to No One: "I havent seen a living person in..forever."
My One and Only Reason For Existing: "Does Rosie count?"
Those Who Brought Me Into This World: Bryan and Brooke Forester...God bless their souls
Those Made To Survive This World Alongside Me: I had some.......Devin my older brother (Little known fact, Devin is still alive!) and *sighs* Sarah.
Faithful Furry Companions:
:: Other Information ::
Song That Best Describes Me: "Has to be Hard to Breath by B.O.B."
Weapons Carried on My Person at All Times:
**Allie is carved into the side of it.
Here's the Story of My Past and How I Have Survived This Long:
"You want my story? Go to hell- Oh wait, forgot we are already here. You wanna story? I'll give you mine."
**Switched writing to third person**
Born and Raised in Oklahoma, Drake was the quarterback for his high school team, The South Moore Lions. After high school, he attempted to head to college to play for the Sooners, but hurt his leg in the process, causing him to have an occasional pain in my knee, which he have to take pills for once it begins hurting. Instead, he joined the military a year before the outbreak, and was a Navy Seal, which surprisingly helped his leg a lot. As the years progressed, he moved to Miami, and that’s when the outbreak started. He was the leader of a small group to battle the undead so the survivors could leave the city. The last project was to escort some civilians to the airport, but two herds trapped us on the road. He managed to get a group of his men and survivors into a Starbucks. He turned his back to the window, he was trying to keep some civilians calm, and an infected jumped through the window, sending some glass down my back, cutting through my clothes. He would've been bitten if it wasnt for his best friend, Dylan, who killed the fucking creature. Him, Dylan, Two girls and their Mom, along with their dog all escaped into a military jeep, and survived for a few weeks and finally the girls were killed by some raiders. Dylan, Drake, and Rosie, the dog, all headed to Oklahoma where Drake found out my sister was trapped in New York. Dylan promised to protect his family, and he headed to New York to find his sister.
He managed to convince a helicopter pilot to fly him in, who hovered over a building, gazing over the city. A bandit shot through the window, killing the pilot and sending the helicopter to the ground. The copter got caught in telephone wires, and slammed into a building were Drake and Rosie escaped through the hole in the wall. The two made their way to Citi Field, where the safe location was held, with a horde on their tails. Drake battled the undead protecting his sister inside, when a police helicopter flew infront of the field, blowing a hole into the defenses of the military barricade, letting the undead inside. Retreating to find his sister, Drake found her, bleeding from the throat. An undead attacked her as she saved a childs life. Drake blamed himself, and nearly killed himself if it wasnt for Allie's pistol, and Rosie of course. Instead, Drake headed towards Oklahoma once again, this time finding the Safe Area evacuated. He found a notice that the safe zone was evacuated to a aircraft carrier, and was docked off of Texas. He found a list of safe zones, some checked marked "Evacuated" and others with an X stating "Gone". He choosed to make his way to the Cook County Jail in Chicago.
How Some People Might See Me:
Normally, I am normally in an alright mood. You know happy, observant, and head strong. I am normally joking, unless stressed or thinking about something. I hold a grudge, and am hardly forgiving. The angriest I get is once someone mentions my younger sister, Sarah. Lately Ive been....... on edge. I can tell it myself.
Standing Before a Mirror, I See:
I stand at 6’7, light blue eyes, short brown hair, spiked up in the front. I have a muscular body, a scar across my arm. I’ve fail to keep my beard short, so it is rugged, longer than I like it, and prickly. I have a painful looking scar across my back. I've got no tattoo's, was gonna get one before the world went to hell, but never got around to it.
The Beast Within Me: N/A
Photographed Picture of Myself:
xD Of course, I understand
Name: Drake "Goblin" Forester
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Skills: Stealth
Inventory: Gas Mask, Knife, and Smoke Bomb
Biography:
Drake lived in a safe zone with his sister, Haven, and occasionally volunteered to help the military anyway he could. One night, he was helping tend to some wounded from, a bandit attack, a group of infected broke through a side wall unprotected by the military. They attacked the camp, and running from the infected a solider shot her as Drake grabbed a hold of her to pull her in a building. There wasnt a scratch on her, besides the bullet wound. Ever since, Drake has blamed the military, and connected some friends and became a smuggler.
Other:He has a love for rifles, and is fairly good with them.
**Ignore this**
Still accepting?
I'd say include both in the plot! Everyone begins in one of the city, and the plot forces them to head to the other!
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